New Kid On The Block
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Member No.: 457
Joined: 9-October 09
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Name or Nickname: Turtles, Truffles, Kenji, pick one, I go with it.
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Who were you referred by?: Ad hopping
Contact(s):
AIM: mizilius
MSN: kwtruffles@hotmail.com
YIM: kwtruffles
Years and Experience Roleplaying:
Four years of online role playing. I mostly stay on proboards, but every now and again I branch out to IPB and Invisionfree. I belong to RPGU & RPGD.
The Genres:
I play pretty much everything. I started in realistic RPs, like Cities and schools. Currently active in a post apocalyptic RP. I play vampires and werewolves, present day and historical. I love fantasy whether if be high fantasy, modern fantasy, or futuristic. I love steam punk and science fiction though I don't often get a chance to indulge that area. I am a comic nerd and LOVE role plays related to x-men and the like, canon or not. As long as I've read the book, I'm all about role playing canons from books. I'd name them all, but my list would go on forever. Anime/Mangas, I've read a few, most of the main ones like Naruto, Bleach, and the like. As long as I know it, I'm all for it. I suppose what I'm saying is, name it, and I'm probably up for it.
Role Play Sample:
"...You've got to be kidding..."
"No! I'm not kidding. I'm quite serious." The willowy framed blond looked quite serious too. His satchels were packed and his horse was bridled. He was definitely going somewhere "I'm leaving to find my own way!" He was quite the dramatic.
"Lucas," said the equally fair haired elder male, "Look, I know your upset about what I said last night. It's true you need to find your own path in life, but that doesn't mean you need to go gallivanting off to god knows where all by yourself. Why don't you just start small eh?" Adam was Lucas' elder brother... by fifteen years to be exact. Lucas was a bit of a surprise. His parents didn't think they were even able to have more children... then out popped little Lucas.
And little was just the word to describe him. Compared to the golden god that was his brother, Lucas was a flake. Only five feet and five inches, he was a bit on the short side as far as men go. He was lightly tanned. He had worked in the farms along side his family, but was more often guilty of dozing under a tree. His eyes were a pool blue, like his brothers. They both had similar features from their mother. Adam, however, had inherited their father's immense girth, while Lucas was left with the body of...
"A woman! I can't believe you would turn your back on your own brother for a woman!" Lucas was quite upset. The evening before Adam had just broke the news that he had decided to marry. Adam and Lucas had lived together in their parents home for quite some time, their parents having lived their lives and gone on to the next. Lucas had still been fairly young when this happened. Adam had pledged to watch over him till he was old enough to leave the nest. Well... now was as good a time as any...
"Its not like that little brother. You're welcome to stay here until you can get on your feet. But eventually, you know, I'm gonna want to start a family...and--"
"I thought I was family!" Lucas threw himself onto his brown and white spotted steed. "But that's fine! I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted!"
"Where are you going to go? What are you going to do? You've got barely a lick of education and no skills." Adam would have laughed, but he didn't think that would help the situation.
"That's not your problem Adam! I'm my own man now!" Lucas stuck his button nose up into the air. He was trying to look regal... but really it just made him look even more ridiculous. After all... you can't look regal in burlap clothes. It just doesn't happen.
"You're an eight year old trapped in an eighteen year old's body." Adam shook his head.
Lucas kicked the steed swiftly with the back of his heels. The horse reared and took off towards the next village over. A small cry of surprise escaped the rider as he clung to the reigns for dear life. He'd never been that skillful a rider...
"Lucas!" Adam called after his foolish brother, but there was no use now. He was a mule when it came to reason.
So what's an honest kid to do?
I mean really... He had been utterly abandoned. He felt more like an orphan now than he ever had when his parents passed away. How could his own brother kick him out in such a ruthless manner?!
Well... he hadn't really kicked him out. In fact, he had tried to get Lucas to stay when he tried to leave. But we all twist the truth a bit to make ourselves the victim don't we? Too late for going back now though. This pale haired youth was much to proud for that. Where on earth he got his stubborn streak from, the world will never know.
Lucas had been on the road now for a week. It's really a miracle he found his way to the crown city in the first place. I know, I know, there are signs and roads and people along the way to ask... but of course Lucas came to it the hard way. It was only about a four day trek from where his brother lived... For Lucas, it took seven.
You see, Lucas isn't the brightest star in the sky... Nor is he the most sensible of sort. Mix those together and add a bad habit of being distracted by shiny things... you get one lost traveler. Lucky for him he also has the tendency to over pack. Had he brought one less ration he might have had some trouble.
The doe eyed stranger stuck out like a sore thumb in the city gathering place. His simple, burlap clothing was worn and dirty. Across his slender waist was a thick, roughly made leather belt with several holding pouches. His jacket was long and made from wool, the dye was a forest green. His jacket was probably the nicest piece of finery he had. It was hand sewn by himself. Hell, he'd even sheered the sheep. A lot of love went into that jacket... but that was a long time ago. The sleeves, which once had been to long for him, now stopped a little above the wrist, giving it that 'outgrown' look. All the boy needed was a straw hat on his head and a shoot of wheat in his mouth and he'd be a picture out of Po'dunk Hillbilly magazine... if they had one... which of course they don't. What's a magazine anyway?
Lucas had seated himself at the bar area. A tall mug of some dark, pungent smelling liquid sat in front of him like an oddly shaped toad. He'd taken one sip of the stuff and had to pull up a good bit of self control not to spew it out all over the counter. That's what you get for saying you'll have whatever was cheap. Oh well. It's not like he had a lot of money. He had very little in fact. He'd taken what he could from his savings jar back at ho-- back at his brother's house. He'd earned a little more along the way... 'singing for his supper' as it were. The coin pouch hidden in the inside pocket of his jacket was not very heavy, and he still needed to find a place to sleep.
"One thing at a time," He thought to himself as he forced another gulp of the offensive beverage down his throat. Odd... he was starting to get a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach... and not the kind you get from needing to vomit either. Maybe this stuff wasn't so bad after all. It didn't taste nearly as bitter the second time around...
An hour later the poor hapless fool was stumbling over himself in the streets laughing like a fool at his own clumsiness. It was by sheer luck alone that he'd stumbled at the feet of Julian Philander. Lucas looked up with a mixture of awe and horror. The young man was obviously nobility... and not the minor sort. He was clothed in regal blues and silver. Even his shoes didn't hold a scuff on them. Spotless! Well, they were anyway... until poor Lucas decided he needed to releave himself of what little he'd eaten that day. "Oh my..." Lucas was expecting to get kicked.
Instead, the noble began to laugh!
"You look fairly new to our fair city." Julian said behind chortled laughter. "Did they take all your coin as well as get you raving drunk?"
Lucas looked alarmed for an instant. His hands went immediately to check his coin purse. The pout of despair that weighed on his features was answer enough for Julian.
"You must be the luckiest pauper I've ever met. Because I think I have a job for you." The cocky grin that rested upon Julian's bow like lips was enough to grip any man's curiosities. Lucas, however, was far too drunk to comprehend he might be getting himself in over his head.
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