Post by facemelterrp on Feb 7, 2012 18:56:19 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Marian Hawke
Race: Human
Age: Age at the end of Act 3+ 3 more years XD
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Lothering of Ferelden
Residence: Unknown to the world
Affiliation: Champion of Kirkwall, Apostate Mage
Occupation: Whatever is necessary to keep the peace in Thedas
Religion: Andrastian
COMBAT
Class: MageCharacter Stats: (You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. Each attribute has maximum seven slots. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: (1 extra point if allowed ;D)
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 1
Magic: 3
Cunning: 1
Gear:
Mantle of the Champion
Staff of Parthalan
APPLICATION
The enemies of Thedas passed by in waves, heading for the destruction of Thedas. Something was certainly brewing as a volcano nearby continued to erupt on a daily basis, spewing molten lava and great plumes of toxic clouds. Hawke was in charge of stopping these enemies from entering further inland, but her resources were thin and she could only limit their numbers, not stop them entirely."Hawke, enemies approaching; Darkspawn. They're few in numbers."
It was their chance to strike and Hawke turned and immediately nodded, already setting her plan into motion. "Right, usual stations, we'll ambush them from this area. Fire on my shot." With no need for further instructions the soldiers got into standard positions, staying out of sight and forming a zone of engagement from the two mountain sides that overlooked the road beneath the valley.
Hawke moved out, she would be the first to fire and needed to move silently and through dead ground until she reached the perfect position; namely the area closest to where the Darkspawn would be coming from. Her clothing and armor presented the perfect camoflage in the mountains and she made the most of it. Her ears did the work her eyes could not, listening in for the marching steps of the Darkspawn, finally able to hear them and knowing her position was now fine; she stopped and waited.
Her staff was gripped tightly in her hands as one would expect and her body prepared to produce a large firestorm to reign death upon the foul beasts. Already her hands were in position ready to produce raging heat and fire, yet she was a perfectionist and waited for those valuable last enemies to move into the zone of their impending death. Her hands itched to kill their first foe of the day, she itched to once again protect Thedas and her beloved Kirkwall, but she had to wait.
She heard the final footstep move passed her and she sprang up from her hiding place and within that very second had aimed and fired towards the very front of the marching column of Darkspawn, burning the many Darkspawn with her first frenzy. It was the shot that brought about the enemy's doom and the soldiers too shot up from their hiding places and fired arrow after arrow down to meet the screetches and shocked faces of the Darkspawn. Soon none would remain and Thedas would be safe... at least for the moment.
Hawke scanned the area, nodding at the devastation they had inflicted. It was then that a foreboding feeling crept into her and she turned her head, only to be forced to dive sideways and onto the painful rocks of the mountain as an arrow skimmed her body. Ogres were coming, how did he not realise. Ogres were dangerous, but until that moment they had never been seen on top of such difficult terrain, but in their current position and the relatively flat tops of these specific mountains, the ogres had found an opportunity for a counter attack.
"Ogres! They wanted us to ambush here!"
Hawke bellowed and ran towards her allies, relying heavily on fate to get her through unscathed. The charge of the Ogre's feet pounded in the air and Hawke knew they were gaining on her. The leader of the Ogres's feet grew louder, dangerously loud and Hawke was inevitably forced to once again dive to his side, narrowly avoiding being squashed flat from the Ogre's vicious foot. Thankfully her fellow soldiers had heard their leader's shouts and came to her aid just in time, many of the numerous Ogre's falling victim to the soldier's arrows, but they still continued to come.
The staff of the leader had long since been used after she picked herself up the ground and she since slain several of the deadly creatures, but even she, the Champion of Kirkwall, could not hold back the riders forever and she had ordered the tactical retreat. Her feet coursed with fatigue as she sprinted over the harsh terrain that she had grown accustomed to walk cautiously over.
The soldiers did what they had to do however, and eventually through the use of land to their advantage even the fast moving Ogres were unable to remove the soldiers from the land. It was just one moment in their ever difficult task.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Anthony/FacemelterContact: PM me on my Corypheus account or email me.
Roleplay Experience: 5 years
Language(s): English, German
How did you find us?: Co-created the site along with the Maker and Andraste. Plus I am a Moderator
Roleplay Sample:
Vraal stood on the ramparts of the city and watched as the Gondorian battle formations began to take shape. He saw instantly that his uneasiness was not unwarranted. The humans out numbered them at least two to one. No matter, he thought to himself. We prepared the city well. We are ready.
The Gondorians began to move around the city at a safe distance, out of range of their archers and catapults. This was obviously expected and so we had prepared for it. The good thing about the layout of Osgiliath is that it straddles a river with a great bridge connecting the two sides. Vraal knew they could not cross the river to attack from the rear so the defenses at the front of the city were adequate. He looked to either side of him and watched as thousands of Orc archers readied themselves for the battle ahead. He looked down off the walls and saw the might of what Mordor could produce. The sounds of Mountain Trolls roaring off in the distance. The crows and ravens circling over the city cawing in delight of the feast that was imminent. This was war. Anticipation overtook Vraal, he tried to contain it but couldn't help not letting out a quiet chuckle.
The Gondorian army stood off in the distance, preparing for the order to charge. It was given. There was a sound like thunder as thousands upon thousands of Gondorian troops bore down on the city. The archers readied their bows, knocked their arrows, and waited for the order to fire. From below Vraal heard the whip crack of the catapults loosing their deadly armament. The giant boulders crashed down on the enemy forces, leaving giant gaps in their formations. When they were within range the arches let loose their arrows. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Hundreds of men dying at the might of the Mordor army. But it wasn't enough, for every man that died two more were able to take his place, and the army kept coming...
(Off of a Lord of the Rings RP I started.)
The Gondorians began to move around the city at a safe distance, out of range of their archers and catapults. This was obviously expected and so we had prepared for it. The good thing about the layout of Osgiliath is that it straddles a river with a great bridge connecting the two sides. Vraal knew they could not cross the river to attack from the rear so the defenses at the front of the city were adequate. He looked to either side of him and watched as thousands of Orc archers readied themselves for the battle ahead. He looked down off the walls and saw the might of what Mordor could produce. The sounds of Mountain Trolls roaring off in the distance. The crows and ravens circling over the city cawing in delight of the feast that was imminent. This was war. Anticipation overtook Vraal, he tried to contain it but couldn't help not letting out a quiet chuckle.
The Gondorian army stood off in the distance, preparing for the order to charge. It was given. There was a sound like thunder as thousands upon thousands of Gondorian troops bore down on the city. The archers readied their bows, knocked their arrows, and waited for the order to fire. From below Vraal heard the whip crack of the catapults loosing their deadly armament. The giant boulders crashed down on the enemy forces, leaving giant gaps in their formations. When they were within range the arches let loose their arrows. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Hundreds of men dying at the might of the Mordor army. But it wasn't enough, for every man that died two more were able to take his place, and the army kept coming...
(Off of a Lord of the Rings RP I started.)
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