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@RoyalGecko, not accepted. Please reread the rules, also please credit the images you are using.

finished my form (sorry for taking so long)
lmk if anythings missing :))

Name: Lukas
Age: 33
Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him)
Role: Normal Civilian (Farmer)
Appearance:
Personality: He's a hard worker who's stressed by the food crisis in the kingdom, especially with a family hanging in the balance
Other: He has 2 young children (8 and 6), and a wife of 13 years. his axe


Name: Maya
Age: 19
Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)
Role: Archer
Appearance:

Personality: She is very independent due to her youth, and while she doesnt open up much, she can show a caring side

Equipment: She has a bow made of wasteland wood and she uses arrows she hand crafts with obsidian. she also has a knife she made as a child with Klearik

Backstory: She was abandoned by her family when she was 7. Had it not been for a 15 year old named Klearik, she wouldnt have survived more then a few days. While he taught her everything he knew when it came to survival, he died of an arrow to the heart when she was 12, leaving her alone again, however this time she wasnt the helpless little girl who cried as her parents left her. She swore vengeance on not only that archer, but also the parents who left her behind

Other: bunny credit credit

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Do you mind having this odd-ball in here or are the families of nobility and less fortunates already filled to the brim?

(translation: Can I reserve or are y'all already full?)

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Go ahead! :] If you have any questions about anything don't be afraid to palpad

I... do hope that you don't mind, but my roleplay history is Loosing it all.

Kingdom inhabitant
Name: Amalie Eigenschein
Age: 20
Gender/Pronouns: female, she/her
Role: Knight
Appearance: Looking surprisingly noble with her suit/dress combo (upper half is a suit, style: late 1800s; lower half is a dress in the same color scheme), the shield-maid makes sure to look dapper both in and out of combat. Sporting shining white hair, brown eyes and a pale skin that even rivals her own "shirt", the 176 cm tall dame sports class and experience at a young age.
Personality: Having both the posture and the elegance of her royal employers, she sometimes displays more of a royal nature than them. Although she does consider herself a bit of a sister, trying to help her fellow knights and her kingdom whenever possible.
In battles though, be it a verbal repartee or the actual battlefield, her belligerence and anger bleeds through. It is then when she displays her surprising constitution and agility to make sure she takes and keeps the spotlight of enemy attacks on her, with shield and sword in hand.
Other: What's this? Have you hopped away from the kitchen? Let's make sure to get you back there. - Amalie, discovering tonight's meal escaping in the hallway.

Wastelanders
Name: Vert
Age: 21
Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him
Role: Archer
Appearance: A scrawny person of just over five feet, Vert sports the tattered remains of a prior target: A dirty white shirt with a red stain on the back, which thankfully is usually covered by a much more intact brown vest, accompanied by fitting pants and a pair of worn-out shoes. For his more biological features, he sports green eyes, short black hair and a tanned skin.
Personality: Having the opinion of life being precious, the verdant archer often refuses to eat meat or take fatal shots at targets, rather immobilizing them with shots to the knee. Apart from that, he is a more soft-spoken kind and likes to talk and dream about things. His goal is not only to protect the wasteland but also to improve on it somehow.
Magic (Mages only):
Equipment: A quiver on the back, filled with arrows. The arrows themselves look somewhat self-made and look like an oversized thorn at the tip. Also a pair of reading glasses.
Backstory (What age you were abandoned at wasteland, any other details): Left at the tender age of five, Vert for some reason does not recollect his original parents, nor what brought him to this desolate landscape. He quickly picked up the art of archery (after trying himself on magic and failing miserably) and, while sharing the loyalty to the Wasteland Leader, his own principles do have a say in his actions as well.
Other: Aww, a little... leporidae, was it? Do you want some lettuce? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. - Vert, seeing the rare fauna that rarely passes in the wasteland.

@Reolist, these forms are lovely! Accepted, the RP link is at the top of the first post :]

Ahhhh hopefully I’m not too late to the party ^^? If not, could I reserve a spot or two?

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Of course! Just make sure to read the rules carefully :] (Roleplay link is at the top of the first page)

Past example

Accepted! Please edit out the password :] Roleplay link is at the top of the first post!

Perhaps I might join? I've always been a sucker for Wastelands...

Sure! Just make sure to read the rules carefully :]

Roger that...



Name: Zayus Khari'it (Kah - ree - eet)
Age: 23
Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him
Role: Servant
Appearance: Zayus stands at a precise five-foot seven, roughly 1.70 meters high. His hair is a common brown, his eyes a dull, reflective green. With a relatively small nose and a thin mouth, Zayus is one of those faces that seems to be everywhere, one that you could recognize on anyone. His shoulders are not broad, but they still bear enough power to support weight or fill elegant clothes. In the case of his occupation, this is vital. His body is lithe, but oddly elegant, sporting enough lean muscle to defend a soul, should the need arise. Most often, Zayus wears a pleasant, friendly expression.
Personality: Zayus is extremely uptight and proper, doing his absolute best to "play his part," as he claims he's doing. His speech is slow, thoughtful, and often relaxing to hear. As a servant, Zayus sees himself as a less-than-vital part of the kingdom, and therefore feels he must do his very best to maintain his duties. From the outside view, one might see Zayus as cold, duty-driven, and apathetic. However, once he's better known, his own point of view begins to make more sense; he's providing for himself, but appealing to his own interests and selflessly serving others, whilst maintaining an air of professionalism.
Other:




Name: Ciruas "Trick" (That's seer - hoo - us)
Age: 17
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Role: Archer
Appearance: Ciruas stands at a rough five-foot three inches, about 1.6 meters. She wears auburn hair in a tight ponytail, often under a gray hood sewn to her clothing. Often, she wears this hood due to scars that cover the back of her neck. Nobody knows what the scars were from, not ever herself. (The working theory is that it's an odd effect of the wasteland.) Her eyes are a shocking gray, and sharper than an eagle's, able to detect even the slightest movements at a great distance. Most often, she can be seen wearing light leather armor over a loose-fitting cloth tunic. Her body is lithe, agility being her strongest talent. While she knows how to climb, sprint, and shoot a bow, agility is her primary resource.
Personality: Ciruas is often a bit silent, always waiting for input from others. Whether it's criticism or advice, she'll always listen. This makes her far too serious, though, often thinking over joking comments with a very critical passion, assuring she does everything right. Rarely will she offer her own input on a situation, unless she's asked to scout something or spot something.
Equipment: Ciruas wields a wickedly sharp dagger, which is always sheathed on her left hip. On her back, she carries a quiver full of arrows, usually tipped with stone and made by herself, fletched with resources from the trees. Usually, the quiver has twenty arrows in it, but it can be filled from her own stockpile. Usually in her hand, she always carries a Mongolian-styled recurve bow, which she worked on for several weeks some time ago before proclaiming it fit for use, and proclaiming herself an archer by trade of her family... The family which she had no fondness for.
Backstory: Ciruas was abandoned rather recently, when she was merely thirteen. She hated her family for it, but quickly found a home in the wastelands, creating shelter for a few weeks before finding other life to accompany, joining the others she found in the dark woodlands. Before her abandonment, Ciruas lived with a family known for their handiwork in woodworking and fletching, technically making them archers by trade. However, only Ciruas was known to be a good shot in her family. Otherwise, her life was bland... Until a few months after she turned thirteen.
Other:

Accepted! You can edit out the password :]