Ahhh!!! mememe!!1! I haven't even read the plot fully, but... pls save me a spot and I will have a bio up in roughly five hours. Pretty please?
*edit* see below
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| Author: | Nienna of Rohan [ December 22nd, 2008, 9:49 pm ] |
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Name: Calanon Rihannon Gender: Male Age: 23 Clothing: Simple Farmer's clothing Weapons: Bow and arrow History/Occupation: He is born to Farmer parents and has been a Farmer for as long as he can remember. |
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| Author: | Turwaithiel Rochben [ December 22nd, 2008, 9:55 pm ] |
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Sounds awesome, Ellie. I am in. Name: Diran Locke Gender: Male Age: 17 Clothing: Blacksmiths clothing (considering he is the apprentice) Weapons: Daggers and swords are his speciality. History/Occupation: He was found as a thief by the town's blacksmith when he was 10 he was a vagabond since he was 5, travelling from town to town, stealing what he could, and then leaving without a word. He was caught, and instead of being punished, (aside from the lashings), he become the Blacksmiths apprentice, and took up his trade. He was lived with him ever since, and became a well-known townsperson. Hope that works! |
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| Author: | Maethoriel [ December 23rd, 2008, 12:20 am ] |
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Name: Jenna Miller Gender: Female Age: 20 Clothing: Green dress with cream apron Weapons: Small knife and whatever happens to be about History/Occupation: Works as a serving girl in the bar. She was born and raised in Garrett's End and has never had much of a desire to go anywhere else. Her father works as a miller. She has two younger brothers and because of their family's size she started working at a young age to help support the house while her mother watched the little ones. |
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| Author: | Aerandir [ December 23rd, 2008, 1:32 am ] |
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And it's the Reindeer's first RPG to be in in multiple months!! w00t for making an entice plot, Ellie. ^_^ Name: Davyn Cartwright Gender: Male Age: 23 Clothing: Green and white checkered, woolen trousers, assorted tunics, green cloak. Weapons: Dagger, quarterstaff, bow & arrow History/Occupation: Davyn, as his name suggests, is a cartwright, as was his father before him, and his father's father, and his father's father's father. He is but newly finished his apprenticeship to his father, and moved to Garrett's End to start his own trade. He has never traveled far from the town, and has only a small, typical concept of the outside world. |
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| Author: | Elenya [ December 23rd, 2008, 2:03 am ] |
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I'd like to join! <b>Name:</b> Isaac Howe <b>Gender:</b> Male <b>Age:</b> 26 <b>Clothing:</b> Plain trousers and shirts, a thick coat, felt hat <b>Weapons:</b> His fists <b>History/Occupation:</b> Isaac is a miner, and has been for years. He was born and raised in Garret’s End, rarely leaving the town apart from a few short trips. |
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| Author: | Nauriel Rochnur [ December 23rd, 2008, 5:40 pm ] |
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Sounds like fun! Name: Cavan Shepherd Gender: Male Age: 26 Clothing: Dark brown pants, tough leather boots, and an old forest green shirt. Weapons: Long range weapons, mainly his bow. He is also good with a sling. History/Occupation: He gets his last name from his great grandfather, who herded sheep. However, his grandfather traded the sheep for cattle and built up a herd. Cavan now keeps the herd. He learned to use a bow and a sling at an early age to protect the cattle from predators. His father is dead. He has two siblings, and older brother (who turned down herding for another job) and a younger sister. |
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| Author: | Valera Elenhathel [ December 24th, 2008, 3:02 pm ] |
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Ahhh!!! mememe!!1! I haven't even read the plot fully, but... pls save me a spot and I will have a bio up in roughly five hours. Pretty please? *edit* see below
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| Author: | Valera Elenhathel [ December 24th, 2008, 4:31 pm ] |
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Name: Morgan Cooper (Hal's daughter - if that's okay with you, Ellie I figured this could make it interesting)
Gender: Female Age: 17 Clothing: Blue dress, archer's armguards Weapons: Bow and arrow, sling History/Occupation: Just old enough to wear her hair up and is intensely proud of that fact. Has a fiercely independent streak, and is wild to get out of Garrett's End to see the city or the world or whatever ... just as long as it's not Garrett's End. Has just completed all the schooling that is available or expected, and helps her dad in the pub when needed. Has an eye for boys. |
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| Author: | Anduril Vanlhach [ December 26th, 2008, 5:42 pm ] |
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Name: Jack Gee (as in geegee, or horse) Gender: Male Age: 17 Clothing: Dark blue tunic, brown coat and trousers. Weapons: A small iron knife History/Occupation: Stable Boy at the Inn; not that that many horses come through Garrets End. Jack was found as a toddler a mile or so from the village. His mother, a begger woman to all appearences was found dead next to him. Jack has a profound connection with horses, he can relate to them as he cannot seem to relate to his felow men. He is greatful to Hal for takeing him in and raiseing him and has a secret crush on Morgan. Jacks other secret is his dream; to become a horse breeder. Hope this is ok El. |
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| Author: | Meldawen [ December 26th, 2008, 8:18 pm ] |
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Name : Aithe Weaver Gender: female Age: 28 Clothing: plain dress and apron Weapons: A short belt knife, for practical reasons. History/Occupation: A year widowed, Aithe has two children and works as a barmaid for Hal. |
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| Author: | Meldawen [ December 26th, 2008, 8:32 pm ] |
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"Mama, I'm hungry." Aithe started. She'd been holding the same mug for a matter of minutes, frozen in the act of wiping it clean. When had she last blinked? Not since ice had suddenly glazed the windows, for certain. "Is it dinner yet?" The small hands on her skirt tugged and she looked down. Three-year-old Lia waited expectantly. "No. It's not dinner. Where's your brother?" Aithe forced her hands into motion, ordering clean glasses on the top of the bar, finding that her eyes slipped sideways at the place where Hal, Fiona and Morgan looked blankly down at the man on the floor. "Inna stables, wiv Jack. But I'm hungry." The last glass clinked too loudly. Aithe scrubbed her hands on her apron and bent to pick up her daughter. "We'll go ask Cook, hmm, if she has a snack for you?" But she didn't move. Neither did the man on the floor. |
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| Author: | Meldawen [ December 26th, 2008, 8:42 pm ] |
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Sowwy. Edited. |
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| Author: | Valera Elenhathel [ December 26th, 2008, 10:58 pm ] |
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Morgan finally shrugged, yet again. She tossed her head back in a motion that would have flicked her long braid over her shoulder, save for the fact that it was pinned securely at the back of her head. "Well, I don't know him." It was true. She generally remembered her father's male customers; the young ones, the far-ranging ones, and the attractive ones, at least. This particular specimen was about fifty, very bald, and very paunchy, and he looked practically senile as he lay unconscious. She huffed and spun around to her position behind the bar. Business was brisk right now, as it was the end of the week, and the end of a workday, and both her father and Aithe had their hands full. Morgan was filling in for Jenna - heavens knew where she was, late again - and wished she'd show up. Filling four flagons with Hal's signature draft, she carried the tray out to the table that had signaled for them, before all this fiasco began. As she began to set out the drinks, a throbbing pain pierced her temple and lodged there. She gasped. She didn't usually get headaches ... but there it was. One of the flagons tipped and almost spilled. |
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| Author: | Nienna of Rohan [ December 26th, 2008, 11:26 pm ] |
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Calanon looked up from the fire place with a snap. The bar.... he thought, That's where I am... He looked around and his gaze turned to the man on the floor, Oh... |
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| Author: | Maethoriel [ December 26th, 2008, 11:28 pm ] |
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Jenna ran in her wild red hair thrown up messily. The girl looked more than a little ill- her skin had taken on a chalky pallor.The only color to find on her was the red on her nose, she tended to get this way when the winter came about and rations in her house were cut down - she had a habit of giving her younger brothers most of her food. Black circles remained in their permanent place under her eyes. "Sorry, everyone," the apology was the first thing out of her mouth after she closed the door behind her, and it was mostly directed at Morgan. "Who's at?" She asked seeing then man on the floor . It was not uncommon to see men passed out on the floor of the bar, but it was unusual for everyone to be giving it so much attention. She stepped lightly around the man and grabbed the tray from Morgan seeing her very nearly drop. Jenna bit her lip nervously and looked the girl over. "You alright? Gave me a scare," she said hefting the tray into a more comfortable position. |
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| Author: | Anduril Vanlhach [ December 27th, 2008, 8:10 am ] |
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Jack shivered and gave a worried glance behind him too the stables. He would drop the boy off and then go and see to the horses. He didn't understand what had just happened. The frost running along the ground like the spring time flood when the river burst its banks down stream of the village. Except this flood was cold and and became icy the furthur you were swalloed up in it. As Jack had left the stables he had already seen the water in the horses trough's turn to ice. He didn't understand. But he knew what to do; he gave the boy his own coat and wrapping him up in a blanket ran with him to the kitchen door of the inn. The boy was hardly dressed for winter weather it being summer and all. Next he must put blankets on the horses and give them a good warm mash, he'd need hot water from the kitchens while he thought of it. "Mistress Aithe, i thought i'd a better return your son to you before he caught his death a' cold." He unwrapped the boy from the blanket but left him his coat to play with. He turned to leave and return to the stabels when he caught sight of Morgan and his heart stopped for a moment. She looked more beutiful than ever. "Good evening Miss Morgan, I hope your feeling well." He remembered the days when they were little and had played together before she'd become too proud for him and moved on. But he never had. He still loved Morgan Cooper with everything he had. |
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