22-02-2014, 09:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-04-2014, 08:03 PM by SentaiPink.)
IGN: Voipray
Why do you want to join: Looking for a good RP server, nothing fancy about it.
Do you have any RP experience: Yes yes I do, I've RP'ed on another server anmed Uhtrandir and I also did abit on world of warcraft (for what that's worth)
Tell us abit about yourself: I'm not sure what to say other than I'm a gamer and a fantasy junkie, if that's not good enough I guess I can talk about my life. I work as a professional human and I enjoy long walks on the north america. (I honestly don't know what to say here)
Name: Booker Delvi
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: Booker is about 6'4. he has wavy blonde that reaches down to the ears. his eyes are a silvery shade of grey that seem to glisten and gleam. Booker posses a fairly muscled body build that grants him reasonable strength and and speed. Its seems no matter the occasion Booker is always wearing an elegant suit he designed for himself, his black crimson trimmed overcoat makes for an impressive display along with his grey trousers and white gloves. He's always well dressed that one.
Personalty: Booker is known for his charming and quite friendly demeanor, he always shy's away from violence and any form of uncivil behavior. He has an impeccable aptitude for following orders that coincide with his moral code and views for example he'll serve his master's everyone whim until he is asked to do something low like kill or hurt someone. He has a knack for doing things on his own without the help of others and generally is self reliant only accepting help from others when he cant do something himself. He is stubborn when it comes to accepting ideas that he believes will not work preferring to stick to what he knows will get the job done rather than something untried but potentially better. When ever Booker is pulled into a dangerous situation he falls back on his ability to talk his way out rather than use force.
Skills:
Leadership: Apprentice
Booker has yet to have much of an opportunity to truly use his leadership capabilities but he has studied strategy and communication to the point where if he was ever put in the position where he had to take over as a leader he could do it with reasonable confidence.
Persuasion: Competent
Booker has been around the block when it comes to persuasion, he's talked his way out of near death occurrences multiple times. He can persuade even the most stubborn of people into people with relative ease and rarely loses his cool whilst doing so. this is mostly due to his charming and cunning nature, no matter what happens he'll always have that snake tongue of his.
Business: Competent
Booker has studied vigorously on the topic of business and how to manipulate it. He was the only one in his small nomadic group to understand trade and currency so naturally he had to be exceptionally good at it.
Cuisine: Apprentice
Booker doesn't often cook but none the less knows how to. He knows how to prepare and serve rather delicious tasting meals but a rather simple in their design.
Tailoring: Competent
Booker has always excelled at doing exactly what people did not expect of him, so naturally he was amazing at woman's work and is able to make beautiful clothing for himself and others.
Back story: Booker was born into a small nomadic tribe of wanderers who roamed the countryside of the middle realm for years, they were a simple people who always tried to stay out of the politics and occurrences of the many affairs during the ages of betrayal and rebirth. They never stuck to one place often stopping to rest in several places a day, this life style was all too common for the peoples of this tribe. The youth of these nomads often followed either two paths, if you were a woman you were a cook and small time tailor and if a man you were a warrior or worker. When Booker was born to his mother and father they noticed that he was far different from the normal run of the mill child in this tribe, when he was five he was often seen drawing and writing rather than fighting and marveling at the grown warriors like the rest did. This large difference continued to occur for the rest of his time in that tribe, at age seven he kept a journal on the different types of wildlife that he encountered where as the other children were out hunting the animals he studied. It didn't stop there, at the age of thirteen all boys are expected to either become full fledged warriors or workers Booker rejected these options and began to study other things like literature and history with books he had either bought or stumbled upon on the tribe's travels. He was academically head and shoulders above his comrades and they knew it, some looked to him for advice and knowledge while other ridiculed him calling him weak and a waste of space.
The tribe expected all boys to what they always have for the the clan so naturally he complied but was not very happy about it, he was an okay warrior and a damn good gatherer due to his study of plants and wildlife. Even though he was good at his menial task given to him he couldn't help but feel shackled by it so he would often be found not doing his job but studying to further his knowledge of the world around him. This pattern of not doing his job continued for so long that he was threatened with removal from the tribe, but it did not matter to him because by this time he was already fed up with the ignorance of most around him that being able to leave all that behind sounded like paradise to him. Slightly intrigued by the idea of leaving he continued his little scheme, by then his superiors had discovered what he was doing that for so they devised a punishment worthy for someone of his stature and particular talents. Booker was surprised one day when he was grabbed and carried away to they woman's cart and was thrown in, he looked around to see many giggling ladies all looking down at him on the floor after being tossed in by the tribe's warriors. A rather large woman approached him and grabbed him by the shirt collar pulling him up off the ground "Whats yer' name boy." She said with a venomous tone staring at Booker with a stoic expression "I am Booker Delvi and I would much appreciate it if you would put me down ma'dam" She scoffed at his remark and threw him to ground. He got up dusting himself off as he stood up "Well then Booker, it seems the warriors have placed ye' here ta' werk s' git werkin" She pointed to a pile of filthy dishes and tossed him a rag, Booker sucked up his pride and accepted his fate and began cleaning the grime covered dishes. Many of the women had left except for one girl that looked to be his age giggling at him in the corner, he looked back at her with a quizzical look and spoke "May I help you or are you just enjoying the show?" She smiled and approached him and his large pile of dishes "You do realize whats one those dishes don't you?" Booker looked to the dishes and inspected them to realize they were covered by a black rubbery substance. He looked back at the girl in amazement and said "Why this'll take years to get off..." The girl smirked and pulled out a large knife "They put that on there purposely to give you a hard time, it wont come of with out this." She handed him the knife and motioned the the dishes. He took his knife to the dishes and watched as it peeled off almost effortlessly "This is amazing, thank you ms..." She spoke "My names lizbeth" Booker nodded in response. The two conversed introducing each other while Booker did his job, he was done very quickly thanks to Lizbeth's help and in no time the two were standing in front of a large pile of sparkling clean dishes. The large woman re-entered the room "Alri' boyo what ha' ye-" She was shocked to see the entirety of the massive pile cleaned and neatly stacked "How did ye'..." Booker approached her and patted her on the back "Fairly good job for a rookie wouldn't you say?" She looked at him with a clearly angry look "Fine... we got other jobs fer ye' to do lad. now get busy." He smirked and went off to finish his newly assigned tasks.
He worked amazingly well in his new conditions and surpassed even the most efficient of the woman workers thanks to Lizbeth's help and support. He was so good at his job that he even took over as supervisor to the women, eventually his work caught the ear of the tribe's chief and he was called to his grand cart. The chief looked to Booker and spoke "Its come to my attention that you have surpassed even my best workers and servants, I have called you here because I wish for the best and that appears to be you Booker." Said the Chief "If it is servitude you wish out of me my good sire then you shall receive it." The chief looked at him and spoke "it isn't a mere servant I'm looking for I want someone who I can depend on, I've heard of trained and talented servants in other kingdoms known as butlers... you can do that cant you?" Booker's eyes sprang open as he heard the word butler, he thought back to his studies and remembered learning about them and was truly impressed and amazed by them so naturally "I accept your request my good sir." and after that he began his work as a butler for the chief and was very very very good at what he did, Booker soon realized he also had to look the part and tailored himself an elegant Suit that rivaled that of any other in their small tribe. He continued his work and study in the Chief's court for many years till he grew to the age of thirty two when the dark portal re-opened.
He knew that he had to flee to the forbidden lands, even though the rest of his peoples didn't want to. He soon made a choice to leave the nomads to their fate and venture off on his own, he was about to board a ship heading to those lands when he was stopped by Lizbeth. "What are you doing Booker?" She asked in a scared tone "I'm doing what I must do, Lizbeth... You don't have to stay you can come with me and we could live happily together without the tribe to hold us back!" Lizbeth looked at him with a frown "Booker... my fate is here I know nothing of what you know, I can't stray far from the tribe without fear of failure but you can." She came closer to him "Booker, I love you... and I see you wont be easily deterred from this but, think of me while you're over there ok?" Booker smiled and said "Always." The two kissed and afterwards Booker boarded the ship and was off.
Anything you'd like to add?: I use the whole Tribe thing because I wasnt sure how to tie the story into without interfering so... yeah. I hope this works.
Why do you want to join: Looking for a good RP server, nothing fancy about it.
Do you have any RP experience: Yes yes I do, I've RP'ed on another server anmed Uhtrandir and I also did abit on world of warcraft (for what that's worth)
Tell us abit about yourself: I'm not sure what to say other than I'm a gamer and a fantasy junkie, if that's not good enough I guess I can talk about my life. I work as a professional human and I enjoy long walks on the north america. (I honestly don't know what to say here)
Name: Booker Delvi
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: Booker is about 6'4. he has wavy blonde that reaches down to the ears. his eyes are a silvery shade of grey that seem to glisten and gleam. Booker posses a fairly muscled body build that grants him reasonable strength and and speed. Its seems no matter the occasion Booker is always wearing an elegant suit he designed for himself, his black crimson trimmed overcoat makes for an impressive display along with his grey trousers and white gloves. He's always well dressed that one.
Personalty: Booker is known for his charming and quite friendly demeanor, he always shy's away from violence and any form of uncivil behavior. He has an impeccable aptitude for following orders that coincide with his moral code and views for example he'll serve his master's everyone whim until he is asked to do something low like kill or hurt someone. He has a knack for doing things on his own without the help of others and generally is self reliant only accepting help from others when he cant do something himself. He is stubborn when it comes to accepting ideas that he believes will not work preferring to stick to what he knows will get the job done rather than something untried but potentially better. When ever Booker is pulled into a dangerous situation he falls back on his ability to talk his way out rather than use force.
Skills:
Leadership: Apprentice
Booker has yet to have much of an opportunity to truly use his leadership capabilities but he has studied strategy and communication to the point where if he was ever put in the position where he had to take over as a leader he could do it with reasonable confidence.
Persuasion: Competent
Booker has been around the block when it comes to persuasion, he's talked his way out of near death occurrences multiple times. He can persuade even the most stubborn of people into people with relative ease and rarely loses his cool whilst doing so. this is mostly due to his charming and cunning nature, no matter what happens he'll always have that snake tongue of his.
Business: Competent
Booker has studied vigorously on the topic of business and how to manipulate it. He was the only one in his small nomadic group to understand trade and currency so naturally he had to be exceptionally good at it.
Cuisine: Apprentice
Booker doesn't often cook but none the less knows how to. He knows how to prepare and serve rather delicious tasting meals but a rather simple in their design.
Tailoring: Competent
Booker has always excelled at doing exactly what people did not expect of him, so naturally he was amazing at woman's work and is able to make beautiful clothing for himself and others.
Back story: Booker was born into a small nomadic tribe of wanderers who roamed the countryside of the middle realm for years, they were a simple people who always tried to stay out of the politics and occurrences of the many affairs during the ages of betrayal and rebirth. They never stuck to one place often stopping to rest in several places a day, this life style was all too common for the peoples of this tribe. The youth of these nomads often followed either two paths, if you were a woman you were a cook and small time tailor and if a man you were a warrior or worker. When Booker was born to his mother and father they noticed that he was far different from the normal run of the mill child in this tribe, when he was five he was often seen drawing and writing rather than fighting and marveling at the grown warriors like the rest did. This large difference continued to occur for the rest of his time in that tribe, at age seven he kept a journal on the different types of wildlife that he encountered where as the other children were out hunting the animals he studied. It didn't stop there, at the age of thirteen all boys are expected to either become full fledged warriors or workers Booker rejected these options and began to study other things like literature and history with books he had either bought or stumbled upon on the tribe's travels. He was academically head and shoulders above his comrades and they knew it, some looked to him for advice and knowledge while other ridiculed him calling him weak and a waste of space.
The tribe expected all boys to what they always have for the the clan so naturally he complied but was not very happy about it, he was an okay warrior and a damn good gatherer due to his study of plants and wildlife. Even though he was good at his menial task given to him he couldn't help but feel shackled by it so he would often be found not doing his job but studying to further his knowledge of the world around him. This pattern of not doing his job continued for so long that he was threatened with removal from the tribe, but it did not matter to him because by this time he was already fed up with the ignorance of most around him that being able to leave all that behind sounded like paradise to him. Slightly intrigued by the idea of leaving he continued his little scheme, by then his superiors had discovered what he was doing that for so they devised a punishment worthy for someone of his stature and particular talents. Booker was surprised one day when he was grabbed and carried away to they woman's cart and was thrown in, he looked around to see many giggling ladies all looking down at him on the floor after being tossed in by the tribe's warriors. A rather large woman approached him and grabbed him by the shirt collar pulling him up off the ground "Whats yer' name boy." She said with a venomous tone staring at Booker with a stoic expression "I am Booker Delvi and I would much appreciate it if you would put me down ma'dam" She scoffed at his remark and threw him to ground. He got up dusting himself off as he stood up "Well then Booker, it seems the warriors have placed ye' here ta' werk s' git werkin" She pointed to a pile of filthy dishes and tossed him a rag, Booker sucked up his pride and accepted his fate and began cleaning the grime covered dishes. Many of the women had left except for one girl that looked to be his age giggling at him in the corner, he looked back at her with a quizzical look and spoke "May I help you or are you just enjoying the show?" She smiled and approached him and his large pile of dishes "You do realize whats one those dishes don't you?" Booker looked to the dishes and inspected them to realize they were covered by a black rubbery substance. He looked back at the girl in amazement and said "Why this'll take years to get off..." The girl smirked and pulled out a large knife "They put that on there purposely to give you a hard time, it wont come of with out this." She handed him the knife and motioned the the dishes. He took his knife to the dishes and watched as it peeled off almost effortlessly "This is amazing, thank you ms..." She spoke "My names lizbeth" Booker nodded in response. The two conversed introducing each other while Booker did his job, he was done very quickly thanks to Lizbeth's help and in no time the two were standing in front of a large pile of sparkling clean dishes. The large woman re-entered the room "Alri' boyo what ha' ye-" She was shocked to see the entirety of the massive pile cleaned and neatly stacked "How did ye'..." Booker approached her and patted her on the back "Fairly good job for a rookie wouldn't you say?" She looked at him with a clearly angry look "Fine... we got other jobs fer ye' to do lad. now get busy." He smirked and went off to finish his newly assigned tasks.
He worked amazingly well in his new conditions and surpassed even the most efficient of the woman workers thanks to Lizbeth's help and support. He was so good at his job that he even took over as supervisor to the women, eventually his work caught the ear of the tribe's chief and he was called to his grand cart. The chief looked to Booker and spoke "Its come to my attention that you have surpassed even my best workers and servants, I have called you here because I wish for the best and that appears to be you Booker." Said the Chief "If it is servitude you wish out of me my good sire then you shall receive it." The chief looked at him and spoke "it isn't a mere servant I'm looking for I want someone who I can depend on, I've heard of trained and talented servants in other kingdoms known as butlers... you can do that cant you?" Booker's eyes sprang open as he heard the word butler, he thought back to his studies and remembered learning about them and was truly impressed and amazed by them so naturally "I accept your request my good sir." and after that he began his work as a butler for the chief and was very very very good at what he did, Booker soon realized he also had to look the part and tailored himself an elegant Suit that rivaled that of any other in their small tribe. He continued his work and study in the Chief's court for many years till he grew to the age of thirty two when the dark portal re-opened.
He knew that he had to flee to the forbidden lands, even though the rest of his peoples didn't want to. He soon made a choice to leave the nomads to their fate and venture off on his own, he was about to board a ship heading to those lands when he was stopped by Lizbeth. "What are you doing Booker?" She asked in a scared tone "I'm doing what I must do, Lizbeth... You don't have to stay you can come with me and we could live happily together without the tribe to hold us back!" Lizbeth looked at him with a frown "Booker... my fate is here I know nothing of what you know, I can't stray far from the tribe without fear of failure but you can." She came closer to him "Booker, I love you... and I see you wont be easily deterred from this but, think of me while you're over there ok?" Booker smiled and said "Always." The two kissed and afterwards Booker boarded the ship and was off.
Anything you'd like to add?: I use the whole Tribe thing because I wasnt sure how to tie the story into without interfering so... yeah. I hope this works.
