Wolf_of_Darkness

Electing to run, Wolf starts to run. However, Before he knows it he is on the ground, face in the dirt. Without another Moments notice he finds that the boar had dug its tusks into him. He watches his health bar drop to 0 and his eyes close. No choice but to accept his fate. No ability to try to survive.

Roll

Wolf - Dead

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Boar

Wolf used the now prone boar to his advantage and made a quick and hard slam to the back of its head. However, he realized that he would have to take a hit in order to adjust his fighting style. Allowing the boar to get up it rushed him and slammed into his chest. "How was I so unprepared?" he asked as his health dropped by half. He looked around and began to consider his options. He didn't want to run but he wasn't sure if he would be able to beat this creature. He remembered, suddenly, of a Small  village nearby. He may be able to make it if he ran fast enough, but he also knew how fast this boar could run.

Roll

Wolf

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Boar

Wolf elected to waist no time and do what he could to efficiently and effectively kill the beast in front of him. Lunging at the Boar he seemed to take it by surprise, seeing as it failed to retaliate. With a hard slam he brought his Mace down on the boar and watched as it fell to the ground. Though, the lack of significant change in the Boars Hit Points was concerning. "I hope I'm not in over my head..." He thought to himself. "I need to analyze my chances of success. However, I have to see what kind of damage this thing can do first."

Roll

Wolf

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Boar

Thank you Macradon, and don't worry I wont steal your sign this time XD. I still cant believe Antofer never said anything to you.

Wolf's eyes shot open suddenly. "What the hell just happened?" he said to himself frantically. "When did I doze off, and what was that noise?" The now darkened sky loomed overhead, the sun was quickly setting. Wolf looked around and heard the noise again but couldn't place the beast it was coming from. Suddenly he saw it, a boar strolled past him, whilst he was sitting still as he could. "I should kill this and get it over with." he thought to himself. Swiftly Wolf stood and removed his hammer from his waist. This would be his first combat, he hoped he didn't mess up and screw himself over as he so often did.

Wolf: 

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Boar:

Hello, 

I am "New" to this sight. (my character is new). And I haven't anyone to roleplay with. I would love some friends to join me! I have just one request. Please read the History/Personality, Virtues and Flaws sections of my journal before you decide to RP with me. This way if your character cannot mesh with my character we can avoid and awkward thread or worse. I look forward to RPing with you all!

After a little while of searching the menu, Wolf found a notepad feature. "This will work" he said in his dark, deep, and mostly monotone voice. He sat for a while thinking, "What should I write? I feel like Haiku's would probably do the best for now." He decided this and reached into the depth of his mind, trying to find what it was he lost. He began to tap into his raw emotion, or at least to the best of his ability. He found that the only way he could feel is by writing it down but as soon as he stopped he lost it once more. After some time of sitting and contemplating what he wanted to do he found the words he wanted to write. (Please note, This poem is by Jonathan (Wolf) Rich. Anyone wishing to use it must cite me or ask for my permission first. Thank you.) PAIN: Blood, Red, Runs Unseen; Darkness Engulfs Consciousness; Past, Never, Will Fade.

The city of beginnings, bustling as it has and pushing forward, seemed unmoved and uncaring to Wolf. He was never really fond of the place but he didn't really have a choice anymore. He had let himself fall so far behind the other players that if he didn't do something soon he would surly end up without a legacy. "How stupid can you be?" He muttered under his breath as he entered the town square. "You cant keep running from your past". He wasn't really looking around at all, he hadn't a clue who was there. Wolf sat down on a bench and opened up his poetry, that which he uses the games notepad for, and read back over what he wrote.

Wolf opens his eyes slowly as he wakes from a short and restless nap. "I haven't slept well recently... not like that anything new" He says to himself as he watches the clouds slowly flow by. The tree overhead rustled softly with the breeze. Wolf slowly sat up and looked around, though he couldn't quite remember where he was or how he got there. He shrugs laying back down. "I wonder if there is any way to write down my thoughts." He once again said out loud, assuming he hadn't anyone around to hear him. Wolf wondered what the intentions of this new world was, the community he had never met and the people he had avoided.

Hello,

I should probably start with an appoligy to all those who have incomplete threads with Nixon. Life went to hell and I had to drop SAO-RPG for a while. Also, I elected to make a new character instead of trying to pick up where I left off. I am a Laser Technologies student for those what want to know about me. I have tons of hobbies and a plethera of IRL skills (or so ive bern told). I am looking forward to rejoining the community.

Profile
Username: Wolf_of_Darkness
Real name: Xix Zander
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 11in

Description

Eyes: Heterochromia (Left is Emerald Green, Right is Gold)

Hair: Short Black
About: History/personality
Once upon a time Xix was a good person. He was warm hearted and caring, loving and accepting, kind and genuine. Some people think that he still is. However, it changed when he met his birth mom for the first time. His father had died when he was 12, because of this he was forced to move in with his birth mom (Seeing as his parents were divorced). His mother gave him a constant barrage of verbal and emotional abuse from the moment he walked in the house. Xix always knew he was a mistake but he never realized how much his mother resented him. The girl he found as a romantic partner at first was not much better. She was so much like his mother that she would constantly drive him to the brink of suicide but guilt trip him off the edge. He grew to resent emotion at age 18 when he finally left his home and became known as cold. He never forgave his mother or ex-girlfriend for what they did, but he also never learned how to trust anyone from that point on. He joined SAO to try to figure out what teamwork really was, and how he could re-learn how to trust others.

Virtues:

 

Reliable

Independent

Keen

Flaws:
Reference: http://www.darkworldrpg.com/lore/flaws.html

Melancholy

Cynical

Harsh

Profession: (Leave blank until the Earning a Living quest has been completed.)

Skills
Non-combat:
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Passive:
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Combat:
»One-Handed Warhammer:
1 Rank
5 SP
Passive
The effectiveness with which a player can use one-handed Hammer or Mace type weapons.

Weapon skills:
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Inventory
Weapons/Tools:
» 16th Century Italian Mace
» Starter Iron Breastplate


Roleplays
» [solo/private/open] LinkedTitle
» [solo/private/open] LinkedTitle - in progress
(no "in progress" means its complete; "incomplete" can mean one or the other person stopped replying for a long time)


Relationships (optional)



Story Thus Far (optional)