Post by lucamistone on Sept 23, 2008 22:28:40 GMT -5
The Brains of the Operation
Your first name or alias:Steve
Your age:21
Where you're from:California
How many years/months have you been role-playing:7
What other time periods have you written in: present, future, but never past. Horror, sci-fi, modern, and fantasy.
Give a random fact about yourself: pie
How did you find our site?:rpg director
I also play: none at the moment
Character Information
Character's Name: Luca Mistone
Age:137 years old
Title (Lady or Lord of the Court, Knight, Merchant etc): hand maiden
Human? If not, specify:Dwarf
Location (Narnia? Earth?):Narnia
Meeting Expectations
Face Claim:drawing
Such as: Luca’s has a reddish blonde hair color, short and tided in braids and ties. Her green eye color expresses her open and humble nature. She stands 4,1 feet tall though she weights 180 lbs. her large weight is seen in her muscular frame. Luca is open and walks with a pleasant stroll, someone who does have a care in the world. She carries a necklace around her neck, carrying her markings of her clan of dwarfs.
Take Me As I Am
Luca is generous to those she trust, opening up to a laugh. She is courageous and strength, giving hope and happiness to others through her words and actions. Never mean or nasty, until provoked by threats and cowardly attempts. She stands tall and strong, standing besides those she loves. During her free time she is seen knitting and tailoring.
Everyone Has A Past
Luca Mistone is a kind and pleasant dwarf from the mountains to the north. While only still a young girl her family moved to Cair Paravel to seek work and it didn’t take long, while searching for work Luca discovered a noble family by the name of Harrington. Enticed with a good offer Luca sought out the Harrington home and she’s been their ever since. Time has gone by and she has grown older, but still she lives her life like a young girl. Luca’s father Hops and mother Amber have long since gone back to the north, but she has stayed for her duty to the noble family of Harrington. She has many siblings; however they all live far away in the northern plains of the mountains. Luca has no long term goals however the site of a handsome dwarf of the local market place has caught her eye.
Example Post
The trail was growing warmer by the day, their tracks showed their deep foot prints and short strides, their pattern of movement had slowed, they were becoming tired. Corqian placed his hand down onto the smashed grass, a heavy indentation of a boot print showed a crude makings of a shoe. As Corqian moved his hand around the edges of the foot print small amounts of mud stuck to his hand, he slowly rubbed his fingers together and stood back up. Their may have been 10 of them, large and brutal, though they never traveled this far west. Corqian knew they were orcs. Their trail was sure enough of that, they left behind a path of savagery and mauling that would make a man puke, animals sprawled out and gutted open, a gruesome site. He had been tracking them for a week now, it was strange, orcs normally don’t travel this far from their base camp, and Corqian figured the orcs must be becoming desperate, needed more supplies, they maybe were searching for new hunting grounds. Though their true goal was ransacking small towns and villagers for anything of value or resource, Corqian knew he couldn’t let them hunt down poor villagers, he had to catch up with them.
He had steadily been gaining ground and with them growing tired each day, their was no doubt he would reach them. His gave went to the western sky, the sun was only at mid day, he hoped he reach them before night fall. Thrusting himself forward Corqian kept a constant heavy pace, ensuring his maximum speed while still being able to travel long distances. He popped through the trees and meadows, dashing passed lake beds and ravines, keeping his eyes on the trail ahead. Rounding a corner of a hill his sight caught a glimpse of a dust trail kicking up in the horizon, as the sun fell in the western sky, the orcs trail showed on the east. They were close, only an hour ahead, they were heading down to a near by river that cut through the valley. Corqian cocked his feet and jumped into a full sprint. Hopefully he would reach them before they reached the river, or more important before they reached anyone else.
Sliding down the hill, and dropping down into the open meadow their was little tree cover and Corqian knew they would have little cover to hide. Just as he had made his way into a small shrub covered section an orc came out into the clearing and spotted him, giving out a blood burning roar it hurled its spear at Corqian. The spear flew straight and true, it would have pierced his chest and killed him, but quickly drawing his two blades, Corqian brought one out and slapped the spear away, impaling deep into the ground near him. Another roar came forth from the orc and it charged as it drew its large axe, crude and barbaric the orc sprinted towards Corqian. Corqian did the same; this battle would be determined by the man who landed the first blow, and only blow. Corqian knew the other orcs were on their way and would soon be on top of him, nothing like blood thirsty orcs on the charge he though.