Post by grethgel on May 9, 2008 18:31:50 GMT -5
~PK~=Publicly known (General)
~UTK~ = Unknown To public (General)
Race: Father was Human ~PK~ Mother was a Drow ~UTK~
Gender: Male ~PK~
Age:17 and 140 ~UTK~
World of origin: Light ~UTK~
Description:
History/Rp Sample:
Grethgel…or Greth to those who knew him personally lay sprawled under a large oak tree staring at the stars. So many yet he never felt overwhelmed. So many yet he never pondered how many there actually were. Yes he spent hours upon end counting them but it wasn’t for the reason that most would guess. Most of mankind counted stars in the vain attempt to reach a statutory number. Greth..well he did it because it was the only thing that he allowed himself to remember…well not exactly. He remembered that he didn’t remember…but then again that’s not really remembering.
You see Greth put a mental lock on his brain as an experiment. At the age of 60 he was commissioned to make a spell that would leave soldiers in a constant state of adrenaline. On a time crunch, Greth hastily placed the spell on himself but instead of an adrenaline state he returned himself to his year 17. Even Grethgel has no idea why . The spell could make a person stay in a certain mental state until the counter spell was given…unfortunately the 17 year old Grethgel did not know the counter spell.
“SHUT!!!! UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Glaring at the Toom, Greth pondered on whether he should ever have told his goblin friend his story. Realizing that this was the 8th time in three days that Toom had teased him he came to the conclusion that it was indeed a mistake.
“Awww Lil Grethy feelings hurt? BAWAAWAA!!!! Hey…I’m not the one who purposely put a mental lock on themselves”
Returning his eyes to the wanted poster, Greth tried to ignore Toom who was now writhing in with laughter. Though Toom was a slight annoyance Greth cherished their friendship. It was rare in his field of work to find somebody that wouldn’t turn you in for a reward …even if none was offered.
Wiping mock tears from his Eyes, Toom sat up.
“Oh wise Greth when do you think they will put up a reward for you?”
Groaning, Greth replied in anger.
“I would have one if a certain thief goblin did not make me out to be some damn super thief in EVERY LOCAL FUCKING BAR!!! They won’t put money on my head for that will just validate that a 17 year old is a national problem.”
“OOO…So sensitive…DO you need a hug?”
Realizing that he was getting nowhere, Greth turned over and decided to get some sleep before the following morning.
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So here it is Twilight. Happy ;P (Dis is coil again)
Sorry it wasn't as good but you know I hate these activation things..>But cuz your site is the best I did it. So here it is. See you in Rodylia.
~UTK~ = Unknown To public (General)
Race: Father was Human ~PK~ Mother was a Drow ~UTK~
Gender: Male ~PK~
Age:17 and 140 ~UTK~
World of origin: Light ~UTK~
Description:
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Wanted!!!
"If you see this man or anybody resembling engage him at own risk. No reward will be given at capture."
Name: Grethgel
Race: Human
Weight: 194
Height : 6’0
Wanted for petty theft, grand theft, kidnapping, lewd and lascivious behavior, trespassing, disturbance of the public peace, destruction of a monastery, burning of the West Manor Farm, impersonating a judicial official, impersonating a member of the law, impersonating a deity, impersonating a fellow member of society, faking death, gaining acceptance into 5 schools of magic through false means and breaching security of a judicial facility with malcontent. ~PK~
His appearance is that of a lean post adolescent human when clean shaven. When not, he resembles a street side bum. Can be spotted in torn leggings that remain stained. (Not known to wear any other). Usually cannot be found wearing a shirt. Skin color is a light brown close to that of fall’s leaves. Though his blue eyes seem sincere he is a criminal that uses his guile to deceive his victims. ~PK~
Skills/Weapons: Used to Posses a small dagger and a pouch that contained the tools of his trade. ~PK~
_____________________________________________________
Wanted!!!
"If you see this man or anybody resembling engage him at own risk. No reward will be given at capture."
Name: Grethgel
Race: Human
Weight: 194
Height : 6’0
Wanted for petty theft, grand theft, kidnapping, lewd and lascivious behavior, trespassing, disturbance of the public peace, destruction of a monastery, burning of the West Manor Farm, impersonating a judicial official, impersonating a member of the law, impersonating a deity, impersonating a fellow member of society, faking death, gaining acceptance into 5 schools of magic through false means and breaching security of a judicial facility with malcontent. ~PK~
His appearance is that of a lean post adolescent human when clean shaven. When not, he resembles a street side bum. Can be spotted in torn leggings that remain stained. (Not known to wear any other). Usually cannot be found wearing a shirt. Skin color is a light brown close to that of fall’s leaves. Though his blue eyes seem sincere he is a criminal that uses his guile to deceive his victims. ~PK~
Skills/Weapons: Used to Posses a small dagger and a pouch that contained the tools of his trade. ~PK~
_____________________________________________________
History/Rp Sample:
Grethgel…or Greth to those who knew him personally lay sprawled under a large oak tree staring at the stars. So many yet he never felt overwhelmed. So many yet he never pondered how many there actually were. Yes he spent hours upon end counting them but it wasn’t for the reason that most would guess. Most of mankind counted stars in the vain attempt to reach a statutory number. Greth..well he did it because it was the only thing that he allowed himself to remember…well not exactly. He remembered that he didn’t remember…but then again that’s not really remembering.
You see Greth put a mental lock on his brain as an experiment. At the age of 60 he was commissioned to make a spell that would leave soldiers in a constant state of adrenaline. On a time crunch, Greth hastily placed the spell on himself but instead of an adrenaline state he returned himself to his year 17. Even Grethgel has no idea why . The spell could make a person stay in a certain mental state until the counter spell was given…unfortunately the 17 year old Grethgel did not know the counter spell.
“SHUT!!!! UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Glaring at the Toom, Greth pondered on whether he should ever have told his goblin friend his story. Realizing that this was the 8th time in three days that Toom had teased him he came to the conclusion that it was indeed a mistake.
“Awww Lil Grethy feelings hurt? BAWAAWAA!!!! Hey…I’m not the one who purposely put a mental lock on themselves”
Returning his eyes to the wanted poster, Greth tried to ignore Toom who was now writhing in with laughter. Though Toom was a slight annoyance Greth cherished their friendship. It was rare in his field of work to find somebody that wouldn’t turn you in for a reward …even if none was offered.
Wiping mock tears from his Eyes, Toom sat up.
“Oh wise Greth when do you think they will put up a reward for you?”
Groaning, Greth replied in anger.
“I would have one if a certain thief goblin did not make me out to be some damn super thief in EVERY LOCAL FUCKING BAR!!! They won’t put money on my head for that will just validate that a 17 year old is a national problem.”
“OOO…So sensitive…DO you need a hug?”
Realizing that he was getting nowhere, Greth turned over and decided to get some sleep before the following morning.
-
So here it is Twilight. Happy ;P (Dis is coil again)
Sorry it wasn't as good but you know I hate these activation things..>But cuz your site is the best I did it. So here it is. See you in Rodylia.
It's a great profile for someone who apparently hates making them. Interesting character too.