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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:28 pm
bring your entire world here, language/culture/everything that is your world and roleplay it, try and bring others into your world the best you can.
first make a character with these facts
Name
Age
Looks
Abilities
Cultural background
items he/she carries
and what languages he/she speaks
then after you have made a character you must post where he/she comes from, then a background story (doesnt have to be too long) then start the role play. easy as being that.
rules, MUST BE LITERATE, none of this OMG garbage or if u tlk lke ths, I hate that. the only thing I will allow is the LOL term but it must be put outside of the actual role play.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:04 pm
name===Tekel
Age=== 17
Looks: dark nearly black hair, cut to a bowl cut style on Earth. piercings in the right and left ear, five foot six and a half inches, eyes change colors depending on mood and what is being worn. wearing the traditional Takghan Tunic and pants.
Abilities=== very acrobatic, can sense emotions
Culture background===born on Earth to a Takghan family and raised underground in the City of the Died. is very well learned in the Takghan Combat styles, also a good cook. since being from a Takghan family is very well learned about his own cultural history.
Items He carries: a Orb of Tenakghas(transforms into weapons when a phrase in a special language is spoken) Tunic and clothing, dagger, backpack with foods and seasonings.
language(s) he speaks:=== Tokeil maenicunei, Ancient Takghan, Zaghan Standard, Kasghan Basic, Demon tongue of Paghans. Earc Udac (English)
Other: is married.
Background history===: Grew up underground on Earth, his parents moved there two days before K'vous exploded from all the wars and such. Tekel grew up in a poor family that slowly began to gain money int he world of Humans, and after a while Tekel was able to defend himself using the Arts of his people, and now wonders the world looking for peace, and searching for his kidnapped wife
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 2:34 pm
Walks alone for hours and hours in the small grass valley somewhere in the middle of Mongolia. the cold weather causing it difficult to keep moving even with all the warm clothing packed. sits down by a small patch of rocks and pulls out a small sketch pad and ink bottle, then picks some frozen grass and begins to draw with it on the sketch pad. "tia ma madeio, deava madeio ma tia d'za" (the day is beautiful, very beautiful yes.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:29 am
wakes up next to a pile of rocks and is confused, then remembers his writings and picks them up off the ground and packs them away. then starts walking again. ".....*sigh* ki g'dac mein'za......" (*sigh* I hurt...)
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:47 pm
*walks to a near by village and gets a room in a motel*
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