Forum Rp? :D [ New Moon Sign up]

Since I dont see a section for forum rp. I thought Id start one here.

It might convince the Admin to make one

Note: There is no fighting among races anymore. Orcs can be involved with Night Elves, humans, and such. They just tend not to.

The Thread for the rp is now going to be created. Please post your events in there. This is for Profiles only =]



Btw. Ill make the post for the Emotes and such, when we get some people

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After the fall of the Lich King and other various demons of the world, the people, both horde and alliance, came to peace and worked together to rebuild the tainted lands and go on with their lives without the bitter taste of war lingering in the air. When a quarrel between races grew into a world wide war, the common folk realised that their leaders were not who they claimed, that all their talk of peace and equals were nothing but words; and so began the rebellion. One by one the leaders fell. Forced to give up their titles, possessions and land to their once loyal followers. It would be twenty years after their fall that the clans were formed.


[[ This is a post Lich King/all the bad stuff version of World Of Warcraft. There are no more factions, only races and Clans that will be explained below: ]]

Clan Nar’ajhee:

People fled, left the green land of their homes to all over the world in hopes to claim a land of their own. The only people that remained behind and claimed Darnassus as a haven, were the fallen leaders of old and among them the many scholars and people of high social standards that regarded themselves as kings and queens over the barbaric commoners.

Homeland: Darnassus, Dark Shore
Alliances: Common, peaceful, folk of Westfall, Clan Del’Nara


Clan Bruhj:

The leaders of the rebellion all came together to form a single strong and violence driven clan. Under their ruling, the eople lead raids on the remaining peaceful towns that were unaffected by the fall of their kings. Rape, violence, pillaging were a daily thing for these savages; driven by hatred that was fuelled by their ruthless leader, Karahji, a hell-bent troll who was once an honoured warrior to the horde. Wary of their primitive ways, travellers left marked trees with bloody handprints around the land that Karahji had claimed to warn others of entering Bruhj territory.

Homeland: Silithus, Tanaris
Alliances: None

Clan Del’Nara

Those still seeking peace and safety moved to the forests of Silverpine Forest and after some renovations claimed the empty ruins of Undercity as a refuge. Lead by the few honoured warriors left of both Horde and Alliance, these people choose to rebuild the cities they lost and go on with their lives as normally as they can.

Homeland: Undercity, Silverpine Forest
Alliances: Nomads, Clan Nar’ajhee



[[ Basically I’m going to do it like I use to when I only forum Roleplayed:

Name:
Race:
Clan:
Character Description:
Age:
History: (Only a small part if you wish)


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Name: Kelseri

Race: Night Elf

Clan: Clan Bruhj

Character Description:
Kelseri is a normal elf. Her skin is pale gray/blue. Her hair is cut short for a night elf. Reaching just her jawline. It is light blue, with several beads in the front strands.

Her body is average. She stands roughly 5'6. She is rather small.. for a night elf. She averages in weight at about 95 pounds. Her figure isn't changed much from her old days. She is still thin, and her arms and legs aren't that muscular.

Her personality is rather interesting though. She is someone could call a firecracker. Her face always has a smile on it, unless you mention her parents or her foster parents in a bad way. She'd likely beat the hell out of you. Her figure wouldn't stop her. If she couldn't do it now. She'd do it it later. She does have a bit of problem with her speech, but thats normal. Learning the elven language and the human language at the same time wasn't easy.

Age: Fifteen

History:

Kelseri was born in the wilderness near the Clan Bruhj's camp. Two guardsmen were out patroling and possible doing something else, when one was male and the other was female.. They heard the wailing of this child, who had just been abandoned there. They decided to present the child to Karahji, as either a present or nothing.

Kelseri was about the age of five when she learned what had become of her. A simple slave. Her neck always having a basic collar with a hook for a leash. Not a chain...a leash. Karahji made it simple that he owned her. Keeping her basically beside his throne whenever he felt it.

Kelseri grew up to the age of fifteen. Still chained to the side of Karahji. She only sightly let out a grunt now if someone was to talk to them. Her neck is always purplish black, her wrists always red. Her face often bruised. What a cruel life.. Keleri..should have died in the wilderness..like her parents

Name: Usho
Race: Sin'dorei
Clan: Bruhj Clan
Character Description: This Sin'dorei weighs in at 115 Lbs and is 5'9''. Usho resembles the look of a classical Thug. Many scars travel around his body, all turned purplish or darker then his tan skin-tone. His eyes are shrouded with a thin green glow over them, a symptom of being a Blood Elf. Usho's body is muscle-toned to a good degree, his body even looking close to starved due to the hardships he has faced in Bruhj.
Age: 16 [74]
History: Usho's history is rather vague, an orphan as long as he could remember. He understands that it's a dog-eat-dog world in his land, and often steals for his own personal need around the chaotic lands of Bruhj. He has little memory of what it was like a few decades ago, when the lands were not shifted by this. Kill or be killed, steal or starve, it was hell.

Name: Ark Typhon

Race: Elf [not decipherable which race, his skin is like that of a high elf, with a purple-ish tinge to it, but his eyes glow like that of a High/Night Elf]

Clan: Clan Del’Nara

Character Description: Ark Typhon, rarely mentioning his first name, stands at a decent height of 6'4", clad in red and gray leather armor which he insists he had found. Small clasps and facets decorate his armor, his hands covered in extremely well kept gloves. The back of which, when touched, would reveal to have 4 small ridge-lines running the length of his hand. His belt held small pouches and a gas mask, being insisted its merely for decoration. His black and crimson hair was spiked back, kept short. The same was with his eyebrows, despising the length that they would grow to they were kept short, much resembling a humans. On his back was a pack, which made little to no sound as he moved, the contents must have been muffled. Pouches and pockets decorated the length of his leggings as with his pack. For some reason, he always smiled, looking to know something more than most, or maybe he had won a gamble on something.

Age: Never to be revealed

History: Kept close to the heart with true answer to this question, he always seemed to keep it relatively the same:
"I was born in Northern Lordaeron, that's what they call the region our Clan is in. I worked as a farmer for a while, trying to help cultivate the land, failing at such and moved to do many things. And now i reside here, in our fair city." He would always give a happy smirk, patting whatever child had run up to him to ask the question, then making his way off to the next shop to see if he could get work.

Name: Vartuz Fallenhammer

Race: Human

Clan: Bruhj Clan( Later Nomad )

Character Description: 6'3", blue eyes, strong body, and toned skin. Usually wearing fairly heavy mail armor, smoking cigars, using his extremely large specially made Dwarven Gun(Made many years ago.)

Age: 46

History: Starting out as an Alliance Knight-Lieutenant, he was forced to resign from his position due to once being closely loyal to Katrina Pestor, formally Onyxia. Although he never knew her as Onyxia, he was still forced to give up his position due to that.

However, he went into retirement in Tanaris, gambling and little did he know that eventually, he'd be forced to go into action. Quickly becoming somewhat aligned to the Bruhj Clan when this 'crisis' hit.

Now he wanders about, sometimes mingling with the Bruhj, although he was seen a lot with them, he wasn't exactly part of them.

Name: Alatharian Sunmoon

Race: Half High Elf, Half Night Elf

Clan: Bruhj Clan

Character Description: Alatharian, has traits of both races of elves. He is 6'4", with dark blue eyes, and a light purple skin. He usually wears a black colored, light elven armor made to be very durable, and wields his enchanted bow, blessed with fire and ice, to show the balance of the moon and sun. He also carries a Sin'dorei warblade that he has excelled in using, and is always a very watchful and strong warrior and marksman. He usually wears a dark green hood and cloak, and leaps out from the shadows to aid any passerby, or to harm them.

Age: 25

History: Born into a household of a night elf and high elf, Alatharian was usually disliked around much of his hometown of high elves. However, he excelled in his studies and his combat skills, and spent his young childhood usually learning "tools of the trade" on surviving and breaking and entering. At the age of 16, he traveled to Tanaris, where he became a good gambler and warrior (Some even say it was him that made Vartuz go broke). He joined the Bruhj clan, in hopes of being more accepted and to show his skills are higher than any others. He is usually fond of Kelseri, and is never afraid to use combat on whoever he deems it necessary.

Name: Jawn

Race: Tauren

Clan: Clan Del'Nara

Character Description: Jawn's apperance and personality is as any other Tauren. He is around 7'10 and roughly weighs about 350lbs. He has brown fur with both horns facing forward.
He can normally be seen wearing brown/grey leathers, a thick cloak and and when travelling can be seen with a battlehammer. After the forming of the clans, he has become tolerant towards most, nearly all races (Excluding those such as Centaur, etc.)

Age: 72

History: Jawn is a Needles Tauren. He was born among the Tauren of Camp Taurajo, and was taken south to avoid Centaur and Quilboar attacks. There he would grow to gather meat for the Tauren there until he discovered the shimmering flats. Strangely, he fell in love with the Flat's barren terrain, and about a year of exploring managed to learn his way around the flats where he would guide passing travellers through. This was until he discovered the Mirage Racetrack. There, he made an agreement with it's inhabitants to make sure their supply caravans safely made their way back and forth, doing that for quite some time.

At the age of around 40, he was told to take a Goblin merchant to Steamwheedle Port. When they reached the port, the Goblin offered to take him with him to Kalimdor. His size made the Goblin think he would be a good Bodyguard.

Eventually, he stopped working for the merchant at the time of the forming of the Clans. He headed North from there, hearing of a peaceful Clan around the Lordaeranion area, where he would join the clan, constructing his own small building using the skills taught (He learnt by watching him do it) by the merchant he used to work for. It was put not far from the road leading to Tirisfal in the North of Silverpine, a small path leading to it off the road. Various Tauren/Clan symbols can be seen hanging outside.

Name: Nexxthar
Race: Orc
Clan: Clan Del'Nara
Character Description: Nexxthar stands almost as tall as a normal Tauren Warrior, weighing around 280lbs. His white hair is tied into a ponytail and a white beard upon his face. His normal attire of clothing, is his grey robe, with a layer of white tiger fur over it. His shoulders both show signs of Fel Orc mutation, but the rest of his body is unaffected. His skin is an icey blue mysteriously for reasons he will not share. And upon his skin are white tribal tattoos, signifying his clan origins.
Age: 97
History: Nexxthar was a Half Draenei, Half Orc Blademaster of the Horde, leaving the Burning Blade Clan and joining Thrall, slaying many Demons at the Battle for Mt Hyjal. He usually kept a cloak to hide his blue skin, a strange side effect from the corruption of the Orcs. Even he does not know why his skin turned blue, rather than green. Possibly his Draenei heritage caused this. When the Del'Nara Clan started up, he followed them in secrecy, until they arrived in Silverpine Forest. Suddenly he revealed himself to them and offered his alleigance to them, to which they gladly accepted his services. Since then, he has shown his usefulness to the Clan.