Damien starts approaching the guard at the checkpoint sizing up everyone else entering the city. He slowly gets up to the gaurd and hands over his papers.
Will that be all, sir?
Damien seems very calm yet anxious to enter the city and awaits the guard's response...
Name: Damien
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 270lbs.
Race: Human
Appearance: Damien wears a long jet black trench coat, leather gloves, combat boots, black pants and rarely wears a shirt. He appears as a very tall and fit glamorous Male with short, spiked brown hair and has piercing dark green eyes
Storyl approaches the guard who seems slightly curious about the being in front of him.
Name: Stroyl Ravenbolt (Alternate: Experiment 2783)
Age:23
Gender: Male
Height:5'10
Race: Human/Vedalken hybrid
Appearance: Storyl looks mostly like a human with the exception of his cyan blue skin. He has short black hair and purple eyes. He is very withdrawn and doesn't initiate many converstations unless it helps him on his goal. He is currently wearing a royal blue robe with gold Embroidery, and leather boots.
He hands the papers to the guard and waits silently.
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A guard accepts the papers saying, "One moment please, I need to verify some information."
With that he turned around to go inside the gate house...
You need to send a PM to all the WPLs with your character sheet including spell selection. A back story on your race would be appreciated, though from the alternate name I'm assuming you're a Simic or Izzet experiment?
Sorry I only sent it to:Caex Kothar, Cyouni, Nai, Qfx, Yukora
Instead of:Cyouni, Murphy, Nai, Caex Kothar, Fenris, and Yukora
I'll send it again with updated flavor
Additional Flavor:
Storyl is a Simic Experiment who was created as an experiment to see whether the vedalken would gain anything by intermixing with humans. After he was "born", and researched for 5 years, he was deemed a failure and given to Cornellia Ravenbolt. She continued to care for him as she was working as a Simic understudy. He possesses an extraoridnary memory, but feels more compassion then normal vedalken, which was deemed un-necessary.
I'm having trouble taking your character submission seriously. This is mainly due to the fact that you have not PMed the WPLs with character information or a satchel/spell selection. Send a proper PM to all the WPL along with how you plan to play the character and whether this is just a goofy straight up Dalek high tech character or an artifice version set in the MTG universe. If I don't see a PM soon I will be removing your post as being spam.
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The guard returns with Storyl's papers saying, "You're cleared to enter, enjoy your stay inside the city!"
Atticus walks along the road to Estark, passing a typical overweight merchant selling a variety of fruits and vegetables. Atticus waves and smiles to the man who does the same to him. Little does he know, Atticus just took an apple for himself without the man knowing. Atticus takes a nice, juicy bite out of the red, shining fruit and mushes it down his throat, enjoying the taste of thievery. Atticus isn't really a bad guy and he hates to be called a thief. He sees himself as an adventurer and treasure hunter, taking the spotlight for himself whenever he can. Looking through his raggy-old trenchcoat with the sleeves cut off at his elbows, he finds a crumpled up paper with information about himself and hands it over to the man behind the counter, while asking, "know where a man can get some R&R? I'm exhausted, saving the universe and all."
Name: Atticus Highwind Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 5' 8'' Weight: 145 lbs Race: Human Appearance:
Light skin tone with brownish-blonde formal medium wavy hair and long sideburns that cut off right above his jawbone and a dark brown soul patch with aftershave surroundings. Noticeably bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes.
Small metal shoulder pads and a long brown trench coat over brown leather armor with blueish-white steel markings and baggy tan cotton pants. Over his leather boots are stylistic lightning greaves. On his hands are brown leather gloves with four metal bolts forming a square over his hands. A grappling hook swings at his side.
Personality:
Atticus Highwind is a witty and intelligent adventurer. He likes to make punny jokes and has a very sarcastic and hyper personality. His wild antics can even be seen in his battles, doing anything from running around his enemies with his superhuman agility and speed, or his unique, unorthodox way of fighting. He takes pride in cheep shots and winning, but he is a true hero in times of trouble, sacrificing his own life for that of other's. Although he can be insane in other's eyes, he is actually a great scholar and can predict his enemy's movements by watching them for a few seconds. He is a great tactician but doesn't like to fight in groups and is more of a solo or duo person because he loves to take the spotlight off of everyone and on himself. He is very weak in terms of strength and can take massive blows from larger enemies. He has trained his body to endure great feats such as getting stabbed or surviving in bad weather, but he's never been able to hold his breath for a long time underwater and can't swim.
I'm not very clear on the way to make my satchel but I'll send it to you guys and you tell me if anything is wrong. I'm trying to find someone else's starting satchel as an example but I can't find anything.
The guard takes Atticus' papers and looks them over saying, "Quen's tavern is always good for some R&R. I'll be back in a moment, I need to check something with your papers..."
Sent you a PM. If you're still confused then look at the rules page. There is a post with simple archetypes that list spells. Those archetypes do 4x each spell. We're waiting on a proper satchel before you can head in.
Flat out no, on your character. The entire WPL staff agrees that your character does not belong in this RPG. Earth is not in the MTG universe. This is also not a D20 modern type of game with industrial level clothing and attire. This is an ancient medieval type of setting. Also, no character starts out as a planeswalker. It is a potential path later on when your character is a high enough level.
Flat out no, on your character. The entire WPL staff agrees that your character does not belong in this RPG. Earth is not in the MTG universe. This is also not a D20 modern type of game with industrial level clothing and attire. This is an ancient medieval type of setting. Also, no character starts out as a planeswalker. It is a potential path later on when your character is a high enough level.
OCC: Ahhh ok. Sorry about that, I can create something else still right as long as it fits the theme?:)
Name: David Elwes
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Appearance: A black cloack covers up tattered clothing that consists of a white tunic and brown pants with a few brown patches sown around the kneecaps. Brown hair, Hazel eyes
Placing his papers down and lifting his hood off, he waited patiently for the guard's return.
(Occ: My choice for Satchel is still the same if thats ok.)
Yes, I suggest reading up on a few quests first and looking at the story summaries on the salvation wiki to get a feel for what's going on in this project.
Yes, I suggest reading up on a few quests first and looking at the story summaries on the salvation wiki to get a feel for what's going on in this project.
The guard returns with David's and Atticus' papers handing them over saying, "Welcome to Estark! Now stay out of trouble."
That last bit was said with a wink, as if the soldier somehow shared some inside joke with the other two that neither was aware of.
@NotoriousLynx: You can add your character to the active character's thread. I do however still need your Xth edition uncommon land choice.
@silent_dais: You're all good to post your character.
@Both of YOU: Remember your characters also start with 50 gold.
David placed his hand over his head as if to scratch the back of it and laughed nervously. "Yeah...no trouble...got it!" He gave a small wink back and was off for his adventures.
Name: Thrask
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 700lbs.
Race: Minotaur
Appearance: Thrask has the fur color of rust. He has his hair braided and laid along his shoulders, they reach the lower half of his back. His horns are a black with a milky white tip. His horns sprout from his head, and then travel downword towards his jaw extending a few inches past his maw.. They look more like tusks than they do horns.. Thrask's left horn looks as if it has been broken a while back, as it ends in a splintered top, missing the milky white tip. It also falls short of the other horn by about 4in. Thrask wears a faded leather harness that holds a strap for his small hand-axe upon his chest. Upon Thrask's right shoulder, he bears the skull of what seems to be a great wolf. He dons a kilt of sorts made from chain mail to cover his lower half. He bears a cape of a bright red color with a hood. He wears the hood of his cape when traveling, He always lowers it when being spoken too, or speaking to another being. It is a sign of respect for him. Thrask has mixed colored eyes, his left is green, while his right is grey. He bears a scar upon his right side of his face, it starts just above the eye, and extends to the lower section of his jaw.
The minotaur approaches the outpost, his chain mail clinking with each step. He lowers the hood of his bright red cape. Thrask gazes at the tiny human before him, "Hail human! My kin call me Thrask and I am here to request entry into the city." Thrask salutes the human before him as he speaks.
OOC:
I believe i have created Thrask properly. I apologize for the absence of some things, I am lost on some aspects of this. I am sorry if my text is not how it should be.
The guard takes Thrask's papers after looking him over. He finds nothing wrong with what has been submitted, stamps the papers and hands them back.
Have a good day.
OOC: Please make a post in the Active Character Thread.A Character's Satchel is intended to be private, though you may post it if you wish. You may want to reconsider the shade of red that you are using, Bold red is Mod text which is not useable.He does start with 50 Gold.
With short, precise strides that ate up the distance with efficient swiftness, a young woman walked down the road to Estark. A gentle breeze plucked at the cape that hung from her shoulders, causing it to twitch and billow slowly. She ignored the sensation and stopped before the checkpoint. From a small bag at her side she pulled a tightly bound, neatly ordered sheaf of papers. "Good afternoon, sir. My information for entrance to Estark. It should all be in order. Alexis Duponte, at your service," her voice was just as clipped, neat, and clean as her walk.
Name: Alexis Duponte, aka Alexis the Razorstorm
Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 117
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Though Alexis herself is reluctant to speak of her own past, many clues to it can be gained by simply looking at her. Pale blond hair that hold the promise of glorious, flowing length is crudely hacked short into a style more function than form. A long, thick, puckered scar mars her otherwise delicate features from forehead to cheekbone, the better part of it hidden beneath a black patch that covers her left eye. Though shorter than average, she holds herself as one who is used to being in command. She is slender in the same way acrobats and tumblers are: more wiry muscle than simply lack of fat. Many calluses and fine white scars along her hands speak to her combat experience. Seldom is she seen outside of an outfit of worn leather armor. Clasped around her shoulders is a stained, torn, yet somehow regal white cloak. At her left hit, an ornate scabbard sits comfortably, decorated with a fine, silver filigree and studded with settings for spell gems. The handle of a fine looking longsword emerges from it. Only when drawn can it be seen that the blade itself has broken, leaving only half of its jagged length. On her other hip hangs a loose leather bag used for carrying other assorted goods.
Name: Klybern
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 165
Race:Human
Appearance; The majority of the time Klybern is wrapped in a deep blue robe rarely letting his face be seen from under his hood. He has faint greenish glow from his eyes and brown hair with light stubble on his face.
He glances around at his surroundings as he approaches the guards at the main gate. He pulls papers from inside his robe and hands it to the guard.
"I believe this is in order."
Will that be all, sir?
Damien seems very calm yet anxious to enter the city and awaits the guard's response...
Name: Damien
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 270lbs.
Race: Human
Appearance: Damien wears a long jet black trench coat, leather gloves, combat boots, black pants and rarely wears a shirt. He appears as a very tall and fit glamorous Male with short, spiked brown hair and has piercing dark green eyes
Level: 1
Legacy/Vintage: Sneak Attack!, Reanimator, SuiBlack, Painter's Grindstone
Standard:Mono-Black midrange, BW Vamp-Blade
Extended: Mono-Black Vampires, Faeries
EDH: Jhoira, Glissa (In progress), Kaervec the Merciless.
Liliana Vess Collection count: 91 and 8 Liliana of the Veil
Here you are Sir. Please enjoy your stay in Estark.
Name: Stroyl Ravenbolt (Alternate: Experiment 2783)
Age:23
Gender: Male
Height:5'10
Race: Human/Vedalken hybrid
Appearance: Storyl looks mostly like a human with the exception of his cyan blue skin. He has short black hair and purple eyes. He is very withdrawn and doesn't initiate many converstations unless it helps him on his goal. He is currently wearing a royal blue robe with gold Embroidery, and leather boots.
He hands the papers to the guard and waits silently.
Current record (0/1/0)
With that he turned around to go inside the gate house...
Instead of:Cyouni, Murphy, Nai, Caex Kothar, Fenris, and Yukora
I'll send it again with updated flavor
Additional Flavor:
Storyl is a Simic Experiment who was created as an experiment to see whether the vedalken would gain anything by intermixing with humans. After he was "born", and researched for 5 years, he was deemed a failure and given to Cornellia Ravenbolt. She continued to care for him as she was working as a Simic understudy. He possesses an extraoridnary memory, but feels more compassion then normal vedalken, which was deemed un-necessary.
Current record (0/1/0)
Age: 623
Gender: Dont have
Height: 6
Race: Dalek
Appearence: See below.
I exterminate all inferior species to Daleks , that counts you! Exterminate!
There is no reason for no robots in magic
The guard returns with Storyl's papers saying, "You're cleared to enter, enjoy your stay inside the city!"
Current record (0/1/0)
Atticus walks along the road to Estark, passing a typical overweight merchant selling a variety of fruits and vegetables. Atticus waves and smiles to the man who does the same to him. Little does he know, Atticus just took an apple for himself without the man knowing. Atticus takes a nice, juicy bite out of the red, shining fruit and mushes it down his throat, enjoying the taste of thievery. Atticus isn't really a bad guy and he hates to be called a thief. He sees himself as an adventurer and treasure hunter, taking the spotlight for himself whenever he can. Looking through his raggy-old trenchcoat with the sleeves cut off at his elbows, he finds a crumpled up paper with information about himself and hands it over to the man behind the counter, while asking, "know where a man can get some R&R? I'm exhausted, saving the universe and all."
Name: Atticus Highwind
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 145 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
Light skin tone with brownish-blonde formal medium wavy hair and long sideburns that cut off right above his jawbone and a dark brown soul patch with aftershave surroundings. Noticeably bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes.
Small metal shoulder pads and a long brown trench coat over brown leather armor with blueish-white steel markings and baggy tan cotton pants. Over his leather boots are stylistic lightning greaves. On his hands are brown leather gloves with four metal bolts forming a square over his hands. A grappling hook swings at his side.
Personality:
Atticus Highwind is a witty and intelligent adventurer. He likes to make punny jokes and has a very sarcastic and hyper personality. His wild antics can even be seen in his battles, doing anything from running around his enemies with his superhuman agility and speed, or his unique, unorthodox way of fighting. He takes pride in cheep shots and winning, but he is a true hero in times of trouble, sacrificing his own life for that of other's. Although he can be insane in other's eyes, he is actually a great scholar and can predict his enemy's movements by watching them for a few seconds. He is a great tactician but doesn't like to fight in groups and is more of a solo or duo person because he loves to take the spotlight off of everyone and on himself. He is very weak in terms of strength and can take massive blows from larger enemies. He has trained his body to endure great feats such as getting stabbed or surviving in bad weather, but he's never been able to hold his breath for a long time underwater and can't swim.
House: Unaligned
Level: 1
EXP TNL: 0/5
Lifetime EXP: 0
Gold: 50
Weapon: Gladius (1/0)
Satchel Points: ?/40
Arena Record: 0 wins / 0 loses / 0 draws
OOC:
I'm not very clear on the way to make my satchel but I'll send it to you guys and you tell me if anything is wrong. I'm trying to find someone else's starting satchel as an example but I can't find anything.
Current record (0/1/0)
OCC: Ahhh ok. Sorry about that, I can create something else still right as long as it fits the theme?:)
Name: David Elwes
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Appearance: A black cloack covers up tattered clothing that consists of a white tunic and brown pants with a few brown patches sown around the kneecaps. Brown hair, Hazel eyes
Placing his papers down and lifting his hood off, he waited patiently for the guard's return.
(Occ: My choice for Satchel is still the same if thats ok.)
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Occ: Thankyou! =3
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
That last bit was said with a wink, as if the soldier somehow shared some inside joke with the other two that neither was aware of.
@silent_dais: You're all good to post your character.
@Both of YOU: Remember your characters also start with 50 gold.
David placed his hand over his head as if to scratch the back of it and laughed nervously. "Yeah...no trouble...got it!" He gave a small wink back and was off for his adventures.
OCC: Thanks =3
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 700lbs.
Race: Minotaur
Appearance: Thrask has the fur color of rust. He has his hair braided and laid along his shoulders, they reach the lower half of his back. His horns are a black with a milky white tip. His horns sprout from his head, and then travel downword towards his jaw extending a few inches past his maw.. They look more like tusks than they do horns.. Thrask's left horn looks as if it has been broken a while back, as it ends in a splintered top, missing the milky white tip. It also falls short of the other horn by about 4in. Thrask wears a faded leather harness that holds a strap for his small hand-axe upon his chest. Upon Thrask's right shoulder, he bears the skull of what seems to be a great wolf. He dons a kilt of sorts made from chain mail to cover his lower half. He bears a cape of a bright red color with a hood. He wears the hood of his cape when traveling, He always lowers it when being spoken too, or speaking to another being. It is a sign of respect for him. Thrask has mixed colored eyes, his left is green, while his right is grey. He bears a scar upon his right side of his face, it starts just above the eye, and extends to the lower section of his jaw.
House:None
Guilde: None
Gold:50
Level:1
Exp: None
Satchel:5/40
The minotaur approaches the outpost, his chain mail clinking with each step. He lowers the hood of his bright red cape. Thrask gazes at the tiny human before him, "Hail human! My kin call me Thrask and I am here to request entry into the city." Thrask salutes the human before him as he speaks.
OOC:
I believe i have created Thrask properly. I apologize for the absence of some things, I am lost on some aspects of this. I am sorry if my text is not how it should be.
Current Deck-B/U Control
http://www.pojo.biz/board/showthread.php?t=970975
Ding Dong! The Jace is dead. Which old Walker? The Mind Sculptor!
Shouts out to Argetlam from Hakai Studios for the sig.
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=287460
Have a good day.
OOC: Please make a post in the Active Character Thread.A Character's Satchel is intended to be private, though you may post it if you wish. You may want to reconsider the shade of red that you are using, Bold red is Mod text which is not useable.He does start with 50 Gold.
Current Deck-B/U Control
http://www.pojo.biz/board/showthread.php?t=970975
Ding Dong! The Jace is dead. Which old Walker? The Mind Sculptor!
Shouts out to Argetlam from Hakai Studios for the sig.
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=287460
Name: Alexis Duponte, aka Alexis the Razorstorm
Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 117
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Though Alexis herself is reluctant to speak of her own past, many clues to it can be gained by simply looking at her. Pale blond hair that hold the promise of glorious, flowing length is crudely hacked short into a style more function than form. A long, thick, puckered scar mars her otherwise delicate features from forehead to cheekbone, the better part of it hidden beneath a black patch that covers her left eye. Though shorter than average, she holds herself as one who is used to being in command. She is slender in the same way acrobats and tumblers are: more wiry muscle than simply lack of fat. Many calluses and fine white scars along her hands speak to her combat experience. Seldom is she seen outside of an outfit of worn leather armor. Clasped around her shoulders is a stained, torn, yet somehow regal white cloak. At her left hit, an ornate scabbard sits comfortably, decorated with a fine, silver filigree and studded with settings for spell gems. The handle of a fine looking longsword emerges from it. Only when drawn can it be seen that the blade itself has broken, leaving only half of its jagged length. On her other hip hangs a loose leather bag used for carrying other assorted goods.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 165
Race:Human
Appearance; The majority of the time Klybern is wrapped in a deep blue robe rarely letting his face be seen from under his hood. He has faint greenish glow from his eyes and brown hair with light stubble on his face.
He glances around at his surroundings as he approaches the guards at the main gate. He pulls papers from inside his robe and hands it to the guard.
"I believe this is in order."
Occ
sorry should be all squared away now