Post by Much on Jun 11, 2009 16:30:49 GMT
Roleplayer Information
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Nikki
Age: 16
Existing characters: Lord Kensington Herron
Character Information:
First Name: Little
Middle Name: John
Last Name: ..
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): Outlaw
Place of Birth: Nottingham
Current Age: 40
Date of Birth: 11th may
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None
Current place of residency: Sherwood Forest
Support and why: Little John supports the King and always will. He hates the Sheriff and Prince John
Personality: Little John has a very strong temper and is quick to judge a person, as he did with Robin. He likes to fight and doesn't tend to like having to wait around. He's a confident person and isn't afraid to say what he feels.
Life Story: John was born in Nottingham and grew up there. When he was around 17, he became infatuated with a girl called Alice. They fell in love and had a son. However, in a bad turn of events, his wife and son were killed, as far as he knew. He ran away into the forest and brought together a band of outlwas.
John met Robin Hood when his band of outlaws tied up and stole from Robin's band. He disliked Robin immediately, but soon accepted that Robin was trying to help the people of Nottingham and joined with him. John is the oldest of the outlaws, and fights with a quarterstaff.
Anything else? Ummm no?
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name: Myself?
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Ummm...:S
Sample Role-Play A beautiful tune filled the forest, emitting from not far off from the fence the bordered the city. The sounds were coming from the encampment nearby. The sky was darkened, lit up slightly by the rising sun in the West, edging higher above the glistening surface of the lake. The high fence cast a shadow on the dark green grass, creating the impression of a cage over the small cat that rested, stretched out on the floor.
The cat arched its back, jumping up onto its legs, and walked lazily down a worn path, into the trees and closer to the source of the music that flowed freely through the trees. A golden glow flitted through the trees from the fire. A pair of small hands reached down and picked up the cat, placing it carefully on the navy, worn material of a long skirt.
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Nikki
Age: 16
Existing characters: Lord Kensington Herron
Character Information:
First Name: Little
Middle Name: John
Last Name: ..
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): Outlaw
Place of Birth: Nottingham
Current Age: 40
Date of Birth: 11th may
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None
Current place of residency: Sherwood Forest
Support and why: Little John supports the King and always will. He hates the Sheriff and Prince John
Personality: Little John has a very strong temper and is quick to judge a person, as he did with Robin. He likes to fight and doesn't tend to like having to wait around. He's a confident person and isn't afraid to say what he feels.
Life Story: John was born in Nottingham and grew up there. When he was around 17, he became infatuated with a girl called Alice. They fell in love and had a son. However, in a bad turn of events, his wife and son were killed, as far as he knew. He ran away into the forest and brought together a band of outlwas.
John met Robin Hood when his band of outlaws tied up and stole from Robin's band. He disliked Robin immediately, but soon accepted that Robin was trying to help the people of Nottingham and joined with him. John is the oldest of the outlaws, and fights with a quarterstaff.
Anything else? Ummm no?
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name: Myself?
Did you see our ad? If so, where? Ummm...:S
Sample Role-Play A beautiful tune filled the forest, emitting from not far off from the fence the bordered the city. The sounds were coming from the encampment nearby. The sky was darkened, lit up slightly by the rising sun in the West, edging higher above the glistening surface of the lake. The high fence cast a shadow on the dark green grass, creating the impression of a cage over the small cat that rested, stretched out on the floor.
The cat arched its back, jumping up onto its legs, and walked lazily down a worn path, into the trees and closer to the source of the music that flowed freely through the trees. A golden glow flitted through the trees from the fire. A pair of small hands reached down and picked up the cat, placing it carefully on the navy, worn material of a long skirt.
