Tysyacha
04-12-2009, 07:15 PM
In the course of political history, there comes a time when one realm pays a tribute to another realm, one of them being the weaker. Usually, this is a mutually beneficial arrangement for both realms--one receives payment, the other protection. Over time, however, the stronger can exploit the weaker, turning its common people into slaves and its nobles into sycophants. This is what has happened between the First and Second Realms, and those of the Second have fallen into despair. Will it keep having to live with the threats of King Uthgar of the First, having his armies unleash their fury on the populace?
Only one, known as the Komandir or Commander, can reverse the tide in the Second Realm. The Commander is recruiting an army of all who are able to fight, men, women, and youth alike. Will the Second Realm rise or fall?
RULES:
1. This is a gritty, descriptive roleplayfic. Gore, dirt, and romance allowed!
2. NO ONE in the Second Realm except the Komandir has military skills at this
point. All other Second Realm characters may have some other occupation,
but must absolutely, positively suck at combat and other fighting arts.
3. All characters are on a faction--the First or Second Realm.
4. No "godlike" characters, unless summoned (a.k.a. allowed by Threadmaster)
5. Players can "defect" from one faction to the other through betrayal.
(6). The Komandir is the would-be hero of the Second Realm, though if his or her "army" fails, s/he can choose to betray the Second and side with the 1st.
MY CHARACTER:
Name: Tysya
Gender: Female
Faction: Second Realm, do or die! :)
Age: 24
Occupation: Street Beggar
Appearance: Lovely, if she'd ever seen a washstand in her entire life. It is not for no reason that Strast' walks around reeking of sweat, smoke and oily hair--she's a beggar, and she sees no way out of her penniless plight.
Bio: She grew up on the streets, and she'll die on the streets. Her family died of a plague some years back--goodness knows how she survived!
Only one, known as the Komandir or Commander, can reverse the tide in the Second Realm. The Commander is recruiting an army of all who are able to fight, men, women, and youth alike. Will the Second Realm rise or fall?
RULES:
1. This is a gritty, descriptive roleplayfic. Gore, dirt, and romance allowed!
2. NO ONE in the Second Realm except the Komandir has military skills at this
point. All other Second Realm characters may have some other occupation,
but must absolutely, positively suck at combat and other fighting arts.
3. All characters are on a faction--the First or Second Realm.
4. No "godlike" characters, unless summoned (a.k.a. allowed by Threadmaster)
5. Players can "defect" from one faction to the other through betrayal.
(6). The Komandir is the would-be hero of the Second Realm, though if his or her "army" fails, s/he can choose to betray the Second and side with the 1st.
MY CHARACTER:
Name: Tysya
Gender: Female
Faction: Second Realm, do or die! :)
Age: 24
Occupation: Street Beggar
Appearance: Lovely, if she'd ever seen a washstand in her entire life. It is not for no reason that Strast' walks around reeking of sweat, smoke and oily hair--she's a beggar, and she sees no way out of her penniless plight.
Bio: She grew up on the streets, and she'll die on the streets. Her family died of a plague some years back--goodness knows how she survived!