Roopak

Your Full Name: Zahir Khalin Race: Farfolk Age: 30 Place of Residence: Sutica ((OOC)) Username: Roopak Timezone: BST Discord: R00P4K

Roopak Khalin awoke from his slumber, yawning. He rose from his bed letting out a small fart, stepping into his slippers. He smiled, looking at the beautiful morning sun from his window as he bit into a delicious pastry. After finishing his pastry, he yawned once more before returning to his bed, tucking himself in, and falling asleep once more.

"Who are these people? Do they even live here?" He'd scowl, stuffing the petition in his satchel.

Roopak Khalin frantically stomps on all the of silverfish invading his home!

Name: Roopak Khalin Age: 65 Experience: Used to co-run a tavern. Well experienced in helping and communicating with others. ((Skype)): You have it. ((MC Name)): Roopak

Name: Roopak Khalin Age: 65 Experience: One of the founders of Sutica, don't have exact experience as a steward but I am well experienced in helping people and talking to people. ((Skype)): You have it. ((MC Name)): Roopak =+=

Great skinner!

Name: Roopak Khalin Age: 65 Professions: Farmer and Chef Skype: you got it ;)))

Character Name: Ryder Enrique Minecraft Username: Roopak Race: Half Elf Timezone: GMT Desired Magic: Mental Magic or Illusion.

Roopak Khalin signs the charter.

"Hot stuff." Roopak would say, leaning back in his chair as he reads the poster.

MC Name: Roopak ------- Your name: Roopak Khalin Your race and gender: Farfolk, Male Your age: 45 The job you are applying for: Farmer Why do you wish to join the workforce?: Been looking for some work, and I would like to aid the Caliphate. List your past job experiences: I used to run a Agriculture business. Have you ever been fired from a job?: No. Are you a citizen of the Caliphate?: Yes. If not, do you wish to be?:

MC Name: Roopak IC Name: Roopak Khalin

Mraug howls, before scurrying off to his master. ((Roopak/Mraug))

Character format OOC Forum name: Roopak Skype name (you can PM me): evilfudge01 IC Name: Raj Singh Place of origin: India Past profession (strengths): Used to work in a corner shop. He's a good engineer and a decent cook. Inabilities (weaknesses): He's chubby, meaning he can move slower, as well as he runs out of stamina swiftly. Addictions (N/A is suitable): N/A Starting equipment: 1 nearly full jar of Patak's Hot Mango Pickle, 1 DVD of Loha (his favourite film), a lighter, packet of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey. Appearance: 5"9, 52 years old. Rather chubby. He Wears a old tattered Puma tracksuit, and often carries a Adidas duffel bag. He is has no hair on the top of his head, but with some on the sides of his head. Brief backstory (optional): Raj Singh was born in Hounslow, England. He lived there with his family, which consisted of his father, his mother, his grandfather and his brother and sister. Raj's father owned a corner shop, which Raj would then own later on in his life. Art/Picture (optional):

IGN - Roopak Character name: Mraug the Ghoul References: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammeronline/images/4/4a/Ghoul_concept.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20061211002740 Other Notes- I'd be willing to pay maximum 100 minas to get this done quickly! Thanks.

MC name: Roopak Timezone: GMT Skype: evilfudge01 Why do you want to play a Ghoul: I would like to play as a Ghoul because it sounds like it will create good roleplay. Not only will it be fun for me, I'll strive to make enjoyable rp for others too. Ghoul Description: His eyes are lifeless, bloodshot red. He walks with a slight limp, his right leg almost torn down to the bone. His torso is covered by a dark, dirty, torn robe which hangs down to his knees. He is a bald ghoul, and has a foul set of decaying and stained teeth. His fingernails are disgusting, jagged and filthy, sharp enough to cut flesh. There is a deep wound on his neck, where a pike plunged into his neck, causing his demise. Do you understand & agree to hold the bounds: Yes, of course.

Roopak sings along, his eyes slightly tearing up. What he had worked so hard for, to be crumbled by a few ignorant rebels. His tears were out of joy, though. To see his friends and family happy after such a long time of depression made a smile appear on his face.

Roopak sees the flier, shaking his head. "These are not rebels, they're power-hungry terrorists. The lot of them. Killing innocents for their lust of wealth and power. Let's hope these fools don't brainwash more people.."

Wow, all the stories really touched my heart, especially the first and second one. You're an amazing writer.

dw I've done it before

​Roopak would silently rock in his wooden chair, waiting for his friends to return to Salvus. An hour passed, and Roopak stood from his chair, and packed his things, and set off for the mountains in a desperate effort to find the lost Salvians.