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"There is no God." Millosm mutters to himself, because **** everything Oren believes in. 

Millosm would look at the advertisement and look down at his old, grimey, bloody boots that he has had fro years. He then checks his pockets and remembers that he has no coin, so he merely shrugs and goes about his day. 

Millosm Lepida would let out a hardy laugh. "I have always been loyal with the Rurics, never to the Empire.. I have seen soldiers and guardsman for the Empire blatantly abuse their powers with my own eyes! I have seen guards shove citizens down to the ground when they attempt to explain themselves, drawing their blades on citizens when a skilled tongue could do just as an effective job, and throwing men into prison just because they had different viewpoints! Oh, but the soldiers... They do not understand the concept of 'thinking for yourself!' They follow orders blatantly, never questioning what is right or wrong! If an officer tells them to slay a town of people, you will not hear 'why are we doing this?' or 'what have they done wrong?' No.. do you know what you would hear? 'FOR THE EMPEROR!' Yes! Everything is 'for the emperor' in their eyes! Not 'for the people,' but 'for the emperor!' Do you know what I say? I say this: for the Rurics! For the people! For all of Avar! May we someday see their beloved God of an emperor's head on a stake while we rejoice on our unbigoted lands of Avar!'

"If there is anyone out there that need an escape form the tyranny of the guardsmen, the soldiers, or the Emperor of the bigoted Oren lands, rejoice with us in Avar! No man will be turned down, no child will go unfed, and no woman will have to sleep in a dungeon for 'showing her shoulders!'

"And if by chance we lose this war.. Then I would much rather be hanged with Thomas than have to call myself a 'citizen of Oren' ever again!"

Millosm would let out another hardy laugh as he walks away, mumbling to himself as if he were in a conversation with someone.

Name: Millosm "Milo" Lepida

Race: Heartlander

Word: Edgy Unstable

2 hours ago, Narthok said:

 

Accepted report to frostholm warrens

2 hours ago, Lockez said:

`RP

Name: Jamal Hoodpatch

Skills: Fishing, Farming and Cooking

Do you require equipment?: Not at the moment

 

OOC

Skype: You got it

Can you use TS?: yes

Time Zone: EST

 

 

((I thought lockez was already a soldier? Was that not a thing a while back?

Normally at this moment Millosm would make a remark about the sausage fest this is becoming, but he is currently being held at a mental asylum in a far away land so the remarks will just have to wait.

Millosm Lepida would normally look forward to greeting all the new applicants, but he is currently wandering the woods laughing maniacally and muttering to himself as Zant completely reconstructs Millosm's mind. Soon he will have no memory of the time he spent with his former wife, and his mind will be under the complete and absolute mercy of the voices that lurk within his head. He will make an excellent soldier and killing machine when he returns to Frosthelm, but for now he laughs his problems away as his madness consumes him.

I took the time to answer. Pretty good survey you cooked up!




 

Ben Carson deserved the presidency 

Did you try resetting your computer?

RP

Name: Millosm "Milo" Lepida

Skills: Chef, swordsman, obedience

Do you require equipment?: Yeh m8 Lost all my **** last wc

OOC

Skype: KiausThompson

Can you use TS?: Yeh but no mic yet

Time Zone: Central Time Zone

Millosm would begin to shove multiple registration documents into his satchel, prepared to recruit anyone who seems able to lift a sword

Character Name

Millosm Lepida

Basic Information

Nicknames: Milo, Millo

Age: 27 (auto age on)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Status: Alive and Well

Description

Height: 6 ft

Weight: 134 lbs

Body Type: Slender build, muscular arms and legs

Eyes: Dark Blue

Hair: Short, brown hair

Skin: Tan

Markings/Tattoos: None

Health: Physically healthy, mentally ill

Personality:  Kind, always means well but he tends to become very rude and ill-mannered when he is stressed.

Inventory: Wears a satchel on his side if he is not wearing his Ruric Tabard.

Further Details: Suffering from schizophrenia and slowly developing multiple personality disorder

Life Style

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Deity: Believes in a single Creator.

Religion: He believes in a higher power, does not care enough to put a label on it.

Alliance/Nation/Home

Lives in the town of Nyrhold, in the county of Lorraine, in the Nation of Oren. He is loyal to the Rurics, but not necessarily to Oren.

Job/Class: He is the Ruric’s “most trusted bannerman”

Title(s):

Profession(s): He is a chef and a woodworker

Special Skill(s): Good liar, knows how to get on people’s  good side when he needs to, great fighter when he is enraged or defending someone he loves. He is quick and agile on his feet and he makes bad ass pancakes.

Flaw(s): Tends to let things go to his head, can get very stressed and angry very easily. When stressed, he does not think things through and he has trouble keeping his thoughts to himself. His mouth will often get him into trouble. He suffers from two voices in his head constantly telling him what to do, and most of the time they do not mean well. When he gets stressed he will sometimes give in to the voices. When he is under this state of mind he has no control of his actions and remembers none of them. The way he acts is dependent on which voice has taken over. If it was Zant, he will act violently towards the ones Millosm loves and will try and get Millosm hurt. If the voice was Vobis, he will do all he can to embarrass Millosm and do his best to humiliate him.

Magic

None.

Weaponry

Fighting Style: When he is level headed, he will use his light weight to his advantage, dodging and maneuvering around his opponent until they tire, then he will either tackle and restrain them, or he will target the back of their legs or arms to prevent any further resistance or attack. If he is enraged however, he will swing his sword in frenzied movements with great force. He will attack any vulnerable spot he can find, even if it would kill his opponent should his attack prevail. If he is protecting someone he loves, he will do his best to ignore any wounds inflicting unto him until he either cannot go on further or he has defeated his opponent.

Trained Weapon: He has been trained in swordplay with other Ruric Bannermen

Biography

Parents:

His parents’ names are not known to him, however they are both presumed dead.

Siblings:

None

Children:

Daia (farfolk, adopted, missing)

Extended Family:

None

History

Millosm, Milo for short, was born in The Holy Oren Empire. He grew up poor in the small town of Aegar, but what his parents lacked in wealth, they made up for in love. They always tried to do their absolute best to make him happy, and to keep him ignorant of the harsh outside world. Because of this, he rarely went outside and almost never played with any of the neighborhood children. His father worked hard in the wheat fields outside of town, working from dawn to dusk in an effort to take home as much money as possible. His mother was his primary caretaker, until he reached the age of 10. She was inflicted with a crippling disease that could not be identified by any of the village doctors, and she passed just a few weeks after. His father, although heartbroken, no longer had to work as often as it meant one less mouth to feed. He now came home in time for dinner, and often took a day off once a week.  Millosm's old world view, a view in which bad things only happened to bad people, was shattered. The boy who stayed inside, never questioned authority, and kept to himself was gone. He often snuck out while his father was working in an attempt to learn what else he was lied to about. He walked the woods after dark, even when told it was forbidden. He butted into all of his father's personal affairs, and was deemed a "trouble maker." However, the most drastic change of all, was one of his sanity. He felt more alone than ever, and although he actually snuck outside of his house often, he never made any friends. His loneliness was brought to the limit when his father left him at the age of 13 due to a draft for the dwarven war plaguing the land. Millosm began talking to himself frequently, as a way to cope. He would talk to himself during the entirety of tending the fields, something he had to start doing in order to buy food. A few months after his father left, Millosm was given terrible news that his father had disappeared. He was MIA, and presumably dead. Millosm now found it hard to get out of bed, and the conversations between himself were unending. One day, in the midst of telling himself he needed to get out of bed and work, he received an answer back. One within his head. It told him "Milo, just skip the day. They won't notice you're gone. just go back to sleep. You'll thank me for it later." Millosm contributed this to overworking himself, so he went back to sleep. But this didn't stop the voice, who began talking to him during all waking hours. He was a bad role model, always encouraging negative behavior out of Millosm. He informed Millosm that his name was Zant. Millosm got into much more trouble now because of Zant, and he always blamed Zant for when he got into trouble. In Millosm's eyes, Zant was his only friend. That was until he met Bellany. Millosm met her when he was 15. He was sneaking around at night, listening to Zant's urges to find "some nice coin laying around." This always led to stealing, which a fourth of the time would lead to being caught. But Millosm listened to his friend, and began lurking the streets, searching for a cracked window or unlocked door. Whilst creeping along a small house at the edge of town, he heard what sounded like crying, and hitting, followed by a human girl about his age running out the front door. His gut urged him to confront her, while Zant urged him to walk away. Courageously, he talked to her. She wasn't very open at first, until Millosm offered her some fresh bread he had found cooling on a window sill, a fact that he didn't share with her. She spoke of how she had forgotten to sweep the living room floor, which made her father angry. She expressed how he had hit her and told her to come back after she had thought about what she had done. She told Millosm that she had to leave, else father would be upset that she would be taking too long. Millosm met with her the next night however, and this led onto another night, and then another. By the time they were 16, they were in love, and Millosm had stopped his trouble making ways. All he wanted was Bellany, no more answers, no more mischief, just Bellany. He often snuck Bellany out of her house at night so they could spend time together at his house. When they turned 18, Millosm proposed to Bellany, but she wasn't sure of herself. She was afraid her father would interject, forcing her to stay with him. Millosm went with Bellany to confront her father. Her father was furious, and told them that they would never see each other again; when Bellany protested, a fist was slammed into her face. Millosm stared in horror as another fist was slammed into her. Bellany was crying and pleading for her father to stop, but all Millosm could hear was Zant, who was tired of being ignored. He told Millosm one simple thing: Kill him. Zant repeated himself and repeated himself until he was screaming inside Millosm. Kill him! Kill him! Millosm snapped. In a bloody rage, Millosm threw himself onto Bellany's father and began beating him and beating him. Millosm screamed in anger as he pulled out the lucky heirloom his father gave to him before he left for war. It was a jagged, curved knife that Millosm always carried with him. He had never once used it against someone, the only time he ever used is was when he was hungry and needed to peel fruit, or even sometimes as a tool to help with lockpicking when he was younger. But now it was being put to good use. He thrusted the blade into her father repeatedly until there was nothing but a bloody mess. Millosm stared at his blood drenched clothes, horrified to what Zant had seemingly forced him to do, then he looked at Bellany, also covered in her father's blood. In fear of what he might do to Bellany should he snap again, he fled the town immediately. What the authorities would do to him wasn't even on his mind. He just thought of Bellany, and wanted her to be safe from him. He wandered the forests beyond the fields for quite a while, living off the land. But he didn't stay for long. He wanted to be free from Zant, who was nothing but a burden on his mind now. This led him to many places in search of information, The Republic of Sulvis, The Crownlands, and Cloud Temple, where he stayed for several months, learning of new philosophies and ways to control his angry companion. He has picked up many skills in his adventures such as Sword fighting, cooking, and he has learned that kindness towards others keeps tends him out of trouble.

Artwork

(The following is a disclaimer. I do not own any of this artwork unless stated so, nor do any of these directly depict my character, they are just a guestimate of what he should look like, unless stated otherwise)

2 hours ago, =Nkruma= said:

Nkruma Frostbeard would spit on the ground thinking of his snow elf friends. "All of tuh snow elves I evah knew were great friends an' caused meh no harm..." He would then proceed to ride into Fenn clad in armour to loot their easily accessible chests.

Millosm would recognize his dwarven friend and attempt to get Nkruma's attention, hoping he may have found his ride back home.

2 hours ago, The Combatant said:

 

Would soon notice that he was on an island! He'd be forced to swim home!

Not knowing how to swim well, Millosm would wait on the shore of Fenn, knowing that his friends know where he is and will come searching for him eventually. Hopefully. In the mean time, he endures the voices arguing toward themselves. Something about shoes...

2 hours ago, The Combatant said:

 

Millosm would be denied access to the White Order's ship, he'd be forced to WALK back to the dwarven lands. 

Knowing his lover has been asking for him to stay out of trouble, Millosm would let out a string of curses under his breath before reluctantly marching off, praying he'd be walking in the correct direction.

Millosm would stare at the city that was once Fenn. What would his snelf friends do? He thinks of the Faelyn sisters, who all have been marked targets for the White Tide. He would shake his head at the thought of this new group.

"White Tide.. Just another bunch of racist bigots trying to rise to power.." He says to himself.

He would get back onto the boat, returning to the dwarven lands, hopefully never to return here again.

The night after the battle, Millosm lays in bed next to his lover, Lixxis, thinking about the days events. He thinks of the blood, the corpses, the sound of steel clashing against steel still fresh in his mind. He ponders of how we could have let the man escape. What further battles could this create? How many more men will need to die? What needs to be done to Beo to make others learn from his mistake? He would chuckle, then wrap his arms around Lixxis. 

"Beo is going to wish he had stayed loyal. That ashwood tree is going to be the least of his worries." He says quietly, drifting off to sleep.

"Blood for Amaury.." Millosm Lepida says quietly to himself. "Blood for Amaury!"

Roach is pretty cool. I don't talk to him a lot, but when I do, he's pretty helpful

+1

Hello. I'm looking to create an elven child character, (preferably high elf, but I don't mind being any other elven race) but I want to find a couple to raise me before I create him. I would want to grow up with both a mother and father, but that is about the only specifications I require. If interested, pm me on forum or in game (KiausT). I'm almost always online during the day and night. 

Hey, I'm totally up for it! I've been looking for someone whose been wanting a kid all day! The offer still open?

Name: Millosm Lepida

Town/Lands of Residence: Nyrhold

Specific Residence, if applicable: N/A

Occupation: Chef, Farmer

Skills, if any: N/A

-=OOC=-

IGN: KiausT

Are you in the Skype group?: No

McName: KiausT

RpName: Millosm Lepida

Skype:(Pm if you desire.) KiausThompson

Profession: Chef

TeamSpeak:(Not required but highly encouraged.) KiausT

Time-Zone: CST

Desired Chapter to join: Roric

100 minas!

McName: KiausT
RpName: Millosm Lepida
Skype:(Pm if you desire.) kiausthompson
Profession: Chef
TeamSpeak:(Not required but highly encouraged.)N/A
Time-Zone: American Central Time