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dark_blade
Sergeant at Arms
Dang it, I have 5 different characters
Edmund Clere has the most background, but John McDowell, Jarlaxle, Aravaethor, and Gerrard Alwynn each have their own backgrounds denoting their personal views. I don't like having one character tarnish another's reputation. Since I started PW mod with Edmund, I think I'll get around to making his profile first.
Question, is there are limit to amount of characters you can have here?
I have three well developed characters, and one developing character.
(Gerrard Alwynn is my general evil character, while I can make an interesting background for him, he's too hostile and unfriendly in-game to ever get to know him, even with other bandits.)
Edmund Clere has the most background, but John McDowell, Jarlaxle, Aravaethor, and Gerrard Alwynn each have their own backgrounds denoting their personal views. I don't like having one character tarnish another's reputation. Since I started PW mod with Edmund, I think I'll get around to making his profile first.
Question, is there are limit to amount of characters you can have here?
I have three well developed characters, and one developing character.
(Gerrard Alwynn is my general evil character, while I can make an interesting background for him, he's too hostile and unfriendly in-game to ever get to know him, even with other bandits.)
Pushkin_The_Poor
NOVICIUS 说:foxcola55 说:
If you meant MYSELF ..I am here
If you meant (TWD)Tom..well he is ,was or will be.....
@(TWD)Tom - the very idea of Hall of Fame is to create not to record. I personally achieve that my recent character (the monk) is better known than sir Red de Mon. You may think that Archevious is the legend..and he is...but I am not sure if he is still here at all.
Hall of Fame is all about becoming not being famous. This is big difference. IN PW YOU ARE NOT FAMOUSE. YOU ARE BEING FAMOUSE. YOU WERE FAMOUSE. YOU CAN BECOME FAMOUSE. Generation change..you can not help it...
BTW: I do know and I admire Archevious, I have never heard of Sasha and Pushkin was a scum (no offence) when I started to play. From one player of view there is no famous players. Only way is to remind players who is famous and who drive their game. If Player is importand they will check his profile. If he is not..well ..the best profile would not help him.
None taken.
Angry_farmer
I can resize the image if it's too big.
Before being called Angry farmer his name was Remraf. Remraf was known trough his village as a calm and nice person. He never had interest for warfare and politics between nobles and he would had a peacefull existence if not by one problem. King Graveth the mad (as he came to be called later) ordered his soldiers to bring half of the farmers of each village near Jelkala to his dungeons. Remraf was between those poor bastards and he knew he would soon meet his end, if not by sickness due to the dungeons precarious conditions, then by starvation.
Days or weeks passed, but finally the soldiers came back to retrieve the farmers from the dungeons. No farmer celebrated, they all knew this would only get worse. The farmers formed a very long line with soldiers in all sides and they started to march. In the first night, Remraf couldn't sleep, his feet were burning and he was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep, then he saw what could be his chance, the guards were changing shifts and he could finally escape. Remraf gathered what strength he still had and tried flee, but something wasn't right, as he looked behind he saw all the other farmers there, he couldn't do anything for them, but he also shouldn't abandon them, most of them were people he knew, people who he talked to everyday. Remraf gave up on the escape attempt and tried to sleep.
After days of constant walking, they finally got to their destine. A huge arena, made with what was probably an old castle. Remraf feared for his life, he never grabbed a sword and now he would have to fight until death? The big arena doors finally opened, bringing fear into the hearts of the poor farmers and from inside the arena came King Graveth the mad along with his bodyguards. With a sadistic smile on his face, he proclaimed: Today shall be a day of glory and death. Today we unleash the angry farmers!
Before the farmers could know, the soldiers were already pushing them to the arena. Nothing could be done, running away was not a possibility. The heavy doors shut behind them and in front of them they could only see some frail tools and more ahead their doom, dozens of mercenaries willing to bathe in farmer blood. Remraf took the first tool he could see, a shovel, and ran to meet his destiny. Many farmers fell to his right, much more fell to his left and then... nothing. Remraf woke in a shallow grave, when his sight cleared he looked around and saw horrors he never thought possible, hundreds of shattered bodies in many shallow graves. Remraf wanted to bury his friends properly, but he knew he probably wouldn't have the time or strength to do it. He knew he was still around Jelkala, he knew the land very well, so he decided to forever leave the lands of the Rhodoks. He wandered to the north, calling himself Angry farmer, the wrathfull spirit of the subdued.
Those sick games entitled "Angry Farmer" still happen in the land of the Rhodoks and more poor farmers die each day.
I can resize the image if it's too big.
Before being called Angry farmer his name was Remraf. Remraf was known trough his village as a calm and nice person. He never had interest for warfare and politics between nobles and he would had a peacefull existence if not by one problem. King Graveth the mad (as he came to be called later) ordered his soldiers to bring half of the farmers of each village near Jelkala to his dungeons. Remraf was between those poor bastards and he knew he would soon meet his end, if not by sickness due to the dungeons precarious conditions, then by starvation.
Days or weeks passed, but finally the soldiers came back to retrieve the farmers from the dungeons. No farmer celebrated, they all knew this would only get worse. The farmers formed a very long line with soldiers in all sides and they started to march. In the first night, Remraf couldn't sleep, his feet were burning and he was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep, then he saw what could be his chance, the guards were changing shifts and he could finally escape. Remraf gathered what strength he still had and tried flee, but something wasn't right, as he looked behind he saw all the other farmers there, he couldn't do anything for them, but he also shouldn't abandon them, most of them were people he knew, people who he talked to everyday. Remraf gave up on the escape attempt and tried to sleep.
After days of constant walking, they finally got to their destine. A huge arena, made with what was probably an old castle. Remraf feared for his life, he never grabbed a sword and now he would have to fight until death? The big arena doors finally opened, bringing fear into the hearts of the poor farmers and from inside the arena came King Graveth the mad along with his bodyguards. With a sadistic smile on his face, he proclaimed: Today shall be a day of glory and death. Today we unleash the angry farmers!
Before the farmers could know, the soldiers were already pushing them to the arena. Nothing could be done, running away was not a possibility. The heavy doors shut behind them and in front of them they could only see some frail tools and more ahead their doom, dozens of mercenaries willing to bathe in farmer blood. Remraf took the first tool he could see, a shovel, and ran to meet his destiny. Many farmers fell to his right, much more fell to his left and then... nothing. Remraf woke in a shallow grave, when his sight cleared he looked around and saw horrors he never thought possible, hundreds of shattered bodies in many shallow graves. Remraf wanted to bury his friends properly, but he knew he probably wouldn't have the time or strength to do it. He knew he was still around Jelkala, he knew the land very well, so he decided to forever leave the lands of the Rhodoks. He wandered to the north, calling himself Angry farmer, the wrathfull spirit of the subdued.
Those sick games entitled "Angry Farmer" still happen in the land of the Rhodoks and more poor farmers die each day.
Legolan
Banned
Dark_Hamlet 说:Angry_farmer
I can resize the image if it's too big.
Before being called Angry farmer his name was Remraf. Remraf was known trough his village as a calm and nice person. He never had interest for warfare and politics between nobles and he would had a peacefull existence if not by one problem. King Graveth the mad (as he came to be called later) ordered his soldiers to bring half of the farmers of each village near Jelkala to his dungeons. Remraf was between those poor bastards and he knew he would soon meet his end, if not by sickness due to the dungeons precarious conditions, then by starvation.
Days or weeks passed, but finally the soldiers came back to retrieve the farmers from the dungeons. No farmer celebrated, they all knew this would only get worse. The farmers formed a very long line with soldiers in all sides and they started to march. In the first night, Remraf couldn't sleep, his feet were burning and he was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep, then he saw what could be his chance, the guards were changing shifts and he could finally escape. Remraf gathered what strength he still had and tried flee, but something wasn't right, as he looked behind he saw all the other farmers there, he couldn't do anything for them, but he also shouldn't abandon them, most of them were people he knew, people who he talked to everyday. Remraf gave up on the escape attempt and tried to sleep.
After days of constant walking, they finally got to their destine. A huge arena, made with what was probably an old castle. Remraf feared for his life, he never grabbed a sword and now he would have to fight until death? The big arena doors finally opened, bringing fear into the hearts of the poor farmers and from inside the arena came King Graveth the mad along with his bodyguards. With a sadistic smile on his face, he proclaimed: Today shall be a day of glory and death. Today we unleash the angry farmers!
Before the farmers could know, the soldiers were already pushing them to the arena. Nothing could be done, running away was not a possibility. The heavy doors shut behind them and in front of them they could only see some frail tools and more ahead their doom, dozens of mercenaries willing to bathe in farmer blood. Remraf took the first tool he could see, a shovel, and ran to meet his destiny. Many farmers fell to his right, much more fell to his left and then... nothing. Remraf woke in a shallow grave, when his sight cleared he looked around and saw horrors he never thought possible, hundreds of shattered bodies in many shallow graves. Remraf wanted to bury his friends properly, but he knew he probably wouldn't have the time or strength to do it. He knew he was still around Jelkala, he knew the land very well, so he decided to forever leave the lands of the Rhodoks. He wandered to the north, calling himself Angry farmer, the wrathfull spirit of the subdued.
Those sick games entitled "Angry Farmer" still happen in the land of the Rhodoks and more poor farmers die each day.
Loved this, now I will have to buy your a drink every time I see you ingame
Thanks 
Dark_Hamlet 说:Thanks
Np.
I believe that Hall of Fame may help new comers to find descent role players in the crowd. We could accept in RP rules that players with profile here are well known in the way we all know face of our prime minister or singer or football player.
Without dept there is no proper RP anyway. Please, share your story it with us. If we will not know it, it will not have impact in game...innit?
BTW. With such a low number of profile (which I will put in thread name, honestly, as I was doing so far) I am impress to cross the line of 1500 views. This give me hope that I just do not waste my time...
This is [hopefully] first of special characters. Human "NPC" of PW game. GM (game master) is to much. Maybe you will find better word to describe this role.
NOVICIUS
NOVICIUS is old man who fallow sayings of Socrates: "I only know that I know nothing". With all experience he has, he never stop listen and learning. He always be NOVICIUS and he will never forget that he once was truly novice in this world. This make him great teacher. His mission is to learn and to share his knowledge with others. His patience is unlimited. His time may be...
NOVICIUS is focused on peacefull side of life. He dislike war, violence and all other things which disturb him in his main task. He will share his money and belongings with somebody who show some promising attitude. He will be stubborn do death in confrontation with stupidity and ignorance.
You may meet "NOVICIUS_...dedicated" to some particular task. He is one of those who see bigger picture and is willing to "fill the gaps". He use his knowledge to make world... easier. Ask him a question and he may make your life... easier. He is here not to win, he is here to help.
One more thing: Like all old people he get annoyed with rudeness and childishness.
I believe that most of admins as well as persistent faction/guilds leaders should create character profile which would be recognise in PW community.
NOVICIUS
NOVICIUS is old man who fallow sayings of Socrates: "I only know that I know nothing". With all experience he has, he never stop listen and learning. He always be NOVICIUS and he will never forget that he once was truly novice in this world. This make him great teacher. His mission is to learn and to share his knowledge with others. His patience is unlimited. His time may be...
NOVICIUS is focused on peacefull side of life. He dislike war, violence and all other things which disturb him in his main task. He will share his money and belongings with somebody who show some promising attitude. He will be stubborn do death in confrontation with stupidity and ignorance.
You may meet "NOVICIUS_...dedicated" to some particular task. He is one of those who see bigger picture and is willing to "fill the gaps". He use his knowledge to make world... easier. Ask him a question and he may make your life... easier. He is here not to win, he is here to help.
One more thing: Like all old people he get annoyed with rudeness and childishness.
I believe that most of admins as well as persistent faction/guilds leaders should create character profile which would be recognise in PW community.
xOwenx
Sergeant
-Reserved for character pictures and attributes-
Robin_The_Hunter was a small boy of 9 when he was captured. The nordic raiders destroyed his village and captured him and his sister and many others. After being transported to , his sister and Robin were separated and Robin was brought to the King, Robin was made his servant and was to serve him to the end of his life.
10 years passed and Robin is a young man of the age of 19, he serves the kings son as the old king had been slain in battle. Robin hated the new king as he wasn't as fairly treated as before. He hasn't seen his sister at all and hopes she is still alive and well.
Robin was fed up with his life and one day decided to escape, but first he had to do something. He had to kill the king. Robin knew this was gonna be hard but he had a idea. Late one night, Robin sneaked into the kings bedchamber and drew the kings dagger from the bedside table. Robin escaped that night with a bloody dagger and a purse of coins.
2 years after the death of the nordic King, Robin had been living in the woods far away from the nordic lands not knowing where he was. One day a band of soldiers passed Robin's small camp and saw him lying under a pile of leaves. These men did not know what had happened to this man but decided that he was a bandit and captured him. Robin, now without his dagger or bow, was taken to a larger military camp. This camp was filled with soldiers, siege equipment and tons of weapons and Armour.
The camp belonged to the Swadias, who where making there way to nordic lands. Robin was now part of a band of mercenaries called the Ergellons. The Ergellons took Robin on as a Vassal to there noble house and later on in Robins life he became a noble family member of the Ergellon household.
From the start of Robins life it seemed to go downhill, but know with a sword and bow by his side with his tanned Armour Robins life seemed to be the start of something great.
Robin_The_Hunter was a small boy of 9 when he was captured. The nordic raiders destroyed his village and captured him and his sister and many others. After being transported to , his sister and Robin were separated and Robin was brought to the King, Robin was made his servant and was to serve him to the end of his life.
10 years passed and Robin is a young man of the age of 19, he serves the kings son as the old king had been slain in battle. Robin hated the new king as he wasn't as fairly treated as before. He hasn't seen his sister at all and hopes she is still alive and well.
Robin was fed up with his life and one day decided to escape, but first he had to do something. He had to kill the king. Robin knew this was gonna be hard but he had a idea. Late one night, Robin sneaked into the kings bedchamber and drew the kings dagger from the bedside table. Robin escaped that night with a bloody dagger and a purse of coins.
2 years after the death of the nordic King, Robin had been living in the woods far away from the nordic lands not knowing where he was. One day a band of soldiers passed Robin's small camp and saw him lying under a pile of leaves. These men did not know what had happened to this man but decided that he was a bandit and captured him. Robin, now without his dagger or bow, was taken to a larger military camp. This camp was filled with soldiers, siege equipment and tons of weapons and Armour.
The camp belonged to the Swadias, who where making there way to nordic lands. Robin was now part of a band of mercenaries called the Ergellons. The Ergellons took Robin on as a Vassal to there noble house and later on in Robins life he became a noble family member of the Ergellon household.
From the start of Robins life it seemed to go downhill, but know with a sword and bow by his side with his tanned Armour Robins life seemed to be the start of something great.
Name : Joseph_of_Nazareth
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Joseph was born in a castle, being the son of the royal Master Smith. At the age of 15 he had learned how to make everything ranging from weapons to armor, and he became a squire for a lord. While under service of this lord, he learned the use of sword and shield, and decent riding abilities. But a war started, and the king called for all lords to help in a charge against Jerusalem. The charge was a complete disaster, and his master and many other people were killed. Joseph then became a trader, buying things in the near villages, and selling at the town, while sometimes smiting weapons. With his trade, he made a decent amount of gold, and became known as a reliable source. But Joseph became tired of the life of a trader, so he leaved his land, and traveled around the world, looking for adventures. He finally settled in the land which was called "The valley of the swamps" , and started a very successful iron mining business. He took part in many wars, and fought bravely in them, and he was granted the tittle of Hellstone Commander. But then another war started, and Hellstone was taken from him. Now he works as a master smith for the faction that will pay the most, and he waits for the time to be right, to take back what was bestowed upon him...
-Insert pictures here-
Joseph was born in a castle, being the son of the royal Master Smith. At the age of 15 he had learned how to make everything ranging from weapons to armor, and he became a squire for a lord. While under service of this lord, he learned the use of sword and shield, and decent riding abilities. But a war started, and the king called for all lords to help in a charge against Jerusalem. The charge was a complete disaster, and his master and many other people were killed. Joseph then became a trader, buying things in the near villages, and selling at the town, while sometimes smiting weapons. With his trade, he made a decent amount of gold, and became known as a reliable source. But Joseph became tired of the life of a trader, so he leaved his land, and traveled around the world, looking for adventures. He finally settled in the land which was called "The valley of the swamps" , and started a very successful iron mining business. He took part in many wars, and fought bravely in them, and he was granted the tittle of Hellstone Commander. But then another war started, and Hellstone was taken from him. Now he works as a master smith for the faction that will pay the most, and he waits for the time to be right, to take back what was bestowed upon him...
Added to short list until profile will be completed.
Remainder from OP:
RULES:
1. Only complete profiles will be accepted and placed in OP - complete profile should have:
- exposed name of P-Char
- picture
- P-Char Story
- P-Char characteristic
It will be extremely helpfull if char profile would be somehow exposed in the post [under the line/with title/in spoiler]
- I take my right to edit profiles in OP for better effect
2. All incomplete profiles would be linked to the short list [like in first edition]
3. Players can post how many char profiles as they want - however it is recommended to focus on one for bigger impact and better renown in PW community
4. Players can post comments related to the thread - however offensive comments will be not accepted as well as extensive arguments and insults.
5. Players can edit their P-Char profiles to achieve complete and satisfying profile - I will try to include the changes. Please post about changes made. Links to post your edited will be very helpfull.
Remainder from OP:
RULES:
1. Only complete profiles will be accepted and placed in OP - complete profile should have:
- exposed name of P-Char
- picture
- P-Char Story
- P-Char characteristic
It will be extremely helpfull if char profile would be somehow exposed in the post [under the line/with title/in spoiler]
- I take my right to edit profiles in OP for better effect
2. All incomplete profiles would be linked to the short list [like in first edition]
3. Players can post how many char profiles as they want - however it is recommended to focus on one for bigger impact and better renown in PW community
4. Players can post comments related to the thread - however offensive comments will be not accepted as well as extensive arguments and insults.
5. Players can edit their P-Char profiles to achieve complete and satisfying profile - I will try to include the changes. Please post about changes made. Links to post your edited will be very helpfull.
TDC_Overlord
Banned
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This is Village Idiot, mostly renowned for well... being an idiot. He grew up in the bustling town of Rivacheg, and lived above the local tavern (renowned for it's excellent ale). At the age of 16, Idiot moved from Rivacheg to the small village of Fidsnar, near to where Calradia borders the Unknown Lands. His family set up a brewery business there, and began sending ale from Fidnsnar to Rivacheg. Idiot would ofetn jump on the back of the cart and upon arrival in Rivacheg would head to his favorite tavern and drain the ale there. One noght while returning to Fidnsnar after a long night in the Rivacheg tavern Idiot was extremely drunk. He started playing with a lantern that lay by his side on the back of the cart. He smashed the lantern on his fathers head whom was driving the cart. His fathers hair set on fire and he jumped off the cart and attempted to put the flames out using the hay in the back of the cart. Then the cart set on fire, Idiot was still drunk and started laughing hysterically. His fathers head was now crispy black, Idiot carried on laughing as his Father ran off onto the horizon in search of a well. The horse set on fire, and started running towards the near Fidsnar. Idiot watching and still laughing. The horse jumped into the barn, and in minutes the whole village was alight. The next day Idiot found his mothers body, and the body of the Village Elder. He fell into a fit of tears. He had rather idiotically destroyed his life. That morning he entered the ruined church and prayed to god for forgiveness. Then he set off east, and came upon the Valley of Swamps. Where he is still known to wander to this day. His real name is Tharmor, but the locals call him Village_Idiot. Mainly because he spends hours making lots of money, and then travels to the New Zendar tavern. And drinks all the ale they have. And then performs idiotic deeds. Such as throwing the Town Watch commander into the River that runs through New Zendar. To this day he has not seen his father, although he did has been wary of a figure with a black hood and cape that seems to be following him around. And he noticed that when this figure removed it's hood they possessed a burnt scalp.
