Daniel Fox
Villager
About me
My current username is BigOldMunson; however, I am willing to change it for RP purposes.
My age is 15. I am from the United States of America. Metagaming to me is basically using examples from the real world and creating them in the virtual game to make it as realistic as possible. I do not use any X-ray mods or and mods period. 223hero7 was a mentor the last I checked. I like to listen to any music that fits the moment....just not opera or classical music or anything like that. I prefer action packed games like first person shooters such as Critical Ops, but I also like games, such as Minecraft, where I can try to survive by myself or with 2 or 3 others and build ad survive against other players. I like to build but I don't have anything to impressive... I am hoping to get better on this server.
About My character
I am thinking of changing my character's name to "Brunhild" because I recently bought a biome skin pack that includes snow, forest, and desert hunters, archers, workers, fighters, trappers, etc. I prefer to be archers/scouts or fighters, but I am willing to be something else, possibly a trapper or blacksmith for RP purposes. I also would rather build in the snow, but the forest would be a close second. My characters age would be 20. This means he would have a decent education and is just getting out into the real world to fend for himself. My character is shorter than a human but talle r than a dwarf and loves to be barefoot so obviously he would be a halfling. My characters looks would depend on the surroundings. If I was in the snow, I would have a white headdress on with light blue and white clothes on. If I was in the forest I would have dark short hair with a green camo-ish robe on.
Here is my story about my character:
The Scout Story
The beginning (chapter 1)
Keep Running! Just Keep Running! I had no time to think… I had to come up with a plan. I scampered over fallen trees, vaulted over treacherous pits, my feet barely touching the ground as I ran. I heard my brain screaming, “It’s right behind you!” I lost my focus on the trail ahead of me and my left foot got entangled in a thistle bush. I struggled and twisted every which way but there was no escaping a thistle bush.
It’s almost here! Hurry! The voices in my head were unintelligible at this point. I heard the Ogre thrashing through the brush not 20 yards behind me. I could smell it from here. With one final adrenaline rush I yanked my bare foot out of the thistle. Finally I was free, but there was no way I would be able to outrun the beast now. I had to find another way.
I stumbled as quick as I could. I knew this forest better than anyone, certainly better than some Ogre. I looked around for a landmark I recognised. Not 50 yards from me I saw Ulric’s Perch. Gasp! I knew what I had to do. I half ran, half limped as quickly as possible to the Perch. The Ogre, which was getting closer and closer with every passing second, had a nasty gash down it’s left thigh, I didn’t have time to wonder why, I was only thankful that it slowed it down. As I came to the edge of the Perch I turned around to the Ogre and gave a quick wave and my best smile, and stepped back right off into the open air.
Chapter 2 (10 years ago)
“Ulric up here! Quick come look at this!” I called down to my best friend. I waited for him and his bad leg to limp his way up the steep incline of the massive rock. “Any day now Ulric,” I joked with him. “Ahh to hell with you.” Ulric replied with a wave of his hand. Ulric, who was my superior by 7 years, was like my big brother that I never had. Well that’s not entirely true. I had a brother. Had.
At the age of 7 my parents disowned me. They said I was “too short” or “had a weird look about him” or I “wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” whatever that means.
I spent the first night in the town scavenging for food, but nobody was kind enough to help a little boy in rags and give him a bite to eat. Luckily, on the 3 day I found Ulric. I had decided there was no use in staying in the town. I had been walking north for around 2 hours when I bumped into Ulric.I asked him, “What’s wrong with your leg Mister?” He replied in a thick scottish accent, “Well what’s wrong with your ears?” I gave him the most confused stare as I rubbed the tips of my unnaturally pointy ears. “What brings you out into these here lands anyway little lad?”
Again I gave him a blank uninterested stare. “Well then, I see you’re not much of a talker. If you don’t have anything else to be a’doin hows about you walk and talk. You see I’m on a journey of my own.” So me and my new companion set of at a leisurely walk towards only the gods know where.
“You see,” Ulric began, “me mum and pops were took by some god awful creatures about two years ago. These creatures weren’t like any other I’ve seen. And i’ve seen a lot of creatures. I used to be a ranger in training you know. I learned how to use a bow, how to track just about any animal and I can see for miles!” I gave him a doubtful look. “Ok well no that last one. But the others are true.”
“Anyways, the creatures that took me parents were nearly 6 and half feet tall. They smelled of absolutely the worst thing you’ve ever smelled.” I imagined the time my brother, well former brother, Brom shoved my head into his sweaty armpit. I shook with disgust. “Exactly,” Ulric said, “they grabbed me parents like they weighed nothing but an empty potato sack and well I would rather not go into detail. Lets just say, well, I never did see my parents again after that. Ever since it’s been my life mission to find these bastardly beasts and extinguish their kind.” So from that point on I followed Ulric to wherever the wind took us.
Chapter 3
“Any day now Ulric,” I joked with him. “Ahh to hell with you.” He replied. As he approached the crest of the hill he sat down with a thundering crash, he must have weighed nearly 200 pounds, of course i was all pure muscle. “I think I’ll just perch up here for a while, I mean what a view!” He exclaimed. It was beginning to be sunset, the sky was a mixture of dark blue and purple to the east and red and orange and yellow to the west. Ulric and I camped there for 2 days, but eventually we had to move on.
During the next days of travel we didn’t go far. We stayed within 200 yards of our camp, just exploring the surrounding forest. One day however, I strayed from my normal path and found myself lost in the middle of the dense forest. Suddenly I heard a sound to my left. ULRIC! I ran towards the sound. When I got there I found nothing but a broken tree, Ulric’s bow, broken into a thousand pieces, and a letter scribbled into a piece of paper, “Bring the Robe. Northern Peak. Before the Storm lands”. The robe? Northern Peak? Where is that? “Obviously it’s in the north dangus.” I told myself. What storm are they talking about? There were so many questions I had and no answers, but there was one thing I knew. Ulric was gone. And I had to find him.
My current username is BigOldMunson; however, I am willing to change it for RP purposes.
My age is 15. I am from the United States of America. Metagaming to me is basically using examples from the real world and creating them in the virtual game to make it as realistic as possible. I do not use any X-ray mods or and mods period. 223hero7 was a mentor the last I checked. I like to listen to any music that fits the moment....just not opera or classical music or anything like that. I prefer action packed games like first person shooters such as Critical Ops, but I also like games, such as Minecraft, where I can try to survive by myself or with 2 or 3 others and build ad survive against other players. I like to build but I don't have anything to impressive... I am hoping to get better on this server.
About My character
I am thinking of changing my character's name to "Brunhild" because I recently bought a biome skin pack that includes snow, forest, and desert hunters, archers, workers, fighters, trappers, etc. I prefer to be archers/scouts or fighters, but I am willing to be something else, possibly a trapper or blacksmith for RP purposes. I also would rather build in the snow, but the forest would be a close second. My characters age would be 20. This means he would have a decent education and is just getting out into the real world to fend for himself. My character is shorter than a human but talle r than a dwarf and loves to be barefoot so obviously he would be a halfling. My characters looks would depend on the surroundings. If I was in the snow, I would have a white headdress on with light blue and white clothes on. If I was in the forest I would have dark short hair with a green camo-ish robe on.
Here is my story about my character:
The Scout Story
The beginning (chapter 1)
Keep Running! Just Keep Running! I had no time to think… I had to come up with a plan. I scampered over fallen trees, vaulted over treacherous pits, my feet barely touching the ground as I ran. I heard my brain screaming, “It’s right behind you!” I lost my focus on the trail ahead of me and my left foot got entangled in a thistle bush. I struggled and twisted every which way but there was no escaping a thistle bush.
It’s almost here! Hurry! The voices in my head were unintelligible at this point. I heard the Ogre thrashing through the brush not 20 yards behind me. I could smell it from here. With one final adrenaline rush I yanked my bare foot out of the thistle. Finally I was free, but there was no way I would be able to outrun the beast now. I had to find another way.
I stumbled as quick as I could. I knew this forest better than anyone, certainly better than some Ogre. I looked around for a landmark I recognised. Not 50 yards from me I saw Ulric’s Perch. Gasp! I knew what I had to do. I half ran, half limped as quickly as possible to the Perch. The Ogre, which was getting closer and closer with every passing second, had a nasty gash down it’s left thigh, I didn’t have time to wonder why, I was only thankful that it slowed it down. As I came to the edge of the Perch I turned around to the Ogre and gave a quick wave and my best smile, and stepped back right off into the open air.
Chapter 2 (10 years ago)
“Ulric up here! Quick come look at this!” I called down to my best friend. I waited for him and his bad leg to limp his way up the steep incline of the massive rock. “Any day now Ulric,” I joked with him. “Ahh to hell with you.” Ulric replied with a wave of his hand. Ulric, who was my superior by 7 years, was like my big brother that I never had. Well that’s not entirely true. I had a brother. Had.
At the age of 7 my parents disowned me. They said I was “too short” or “had a weird look about him” or I “wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” whatever that means.
I spent the first night in the town scavenging for food, but nobody was kind enough to help a little boy in rags and give him a bite to eat. Luckily, on the 3 day I found Ulric. I had decided there was no use in staying in the town. I had been walking north for around 2 hours when I bumped into Ulric.I asked him, “What’s wrong with your leg Mister?” He replied in a thick scottish accent, “Well what’s wrong with your ears?” I gave him the most confused stare as I rubbed the tips of my unnaturally pointy ears. “What brings you out into these here lands anyway little lad?”
Again I gave him a blank uninterested stare. “Well then, I see you’re not much of a talker. If you don’t have anything else to be a’doin hows about you walk and talk. You see I’m on a journey of my own.” So me and my new companion set of at a leisurely walk towards only the gods know where.
“You see,” Ulric began, “me mum and pops were took by some god awful creatures about two years ago. These creatures weren’t like any other I’ve seen. And i’ve seen a lot of creatures. I used to be a ranger in training you know. I learned how to use a bow, how to track just about any animal and I can see for miles!” I gave him a doubtful look. “Ok well no that last one. But the others are true.”
“Anyways, the creatures that took me parents were nearly 6 and half feet tall. They smelled of absolutely the worst thing you’ve ever smelled.” I imagined the time my brother, well former brother, Brom shoved my head into his sweaty armpit. I shook with disgust. “Exactly,” Ulric said, “they grabbed me parents like they weighed nothing but an empty potato sack and well I would rather not go into detail. Lets just say, well, I never did see my parents again after that. Ever since it’s been my life mission to find these bastardly beasts and extinguish their kind.” So from that point on I followed Ulric to wherever the wind took us.
Chapter 3
“Any day now Ulric,” I joked with him. “Ahh to hell with you.” He replied. As he approached the crest of the hill he sat down with a thundering crash, he must have weighed nearly 200 pounds, of course i was all pure muscle. “I think I’ll just perch up here for a while, I mean what a view!” He exclaimed. It was beginning to be sunset, the sky was a mixture of dark blue and purple to the east and red and orange and yellow to the west. Ulric and I camped there for 2 days, but eventually we had to move on.
During the next days of travel we didn’t go far. We stayed within 200 yards of our camp, just exploring the surrounding forest. One day however, I strayed from my normal path and found myself lost in the middle of the dense forest. Suddenly I heard a sound to my left. ULRIC! I ran towards the sound. When I got there I found nothing but a broken tree, Ulric’s bow, broken into a thousand pieces, and a letter scribbled into a piece of paper, “Bring the Robe. Northern Peak. Before the Storm lands”. The robe? Northern Peak? Where is that? “Obviously it’s in the north dangus.” I told myself. What storm are they talking about? There were so many questions I had and no answers, but there was one thing I knew. Ulric was gone. And I had to find him.
