23-09-2017, 05:38 AM
In Game Name (IGN): Watatamelon.
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) Through a post on Planet Minecraft in which someone had asked for serious roleplay servers.
About You: Aye, what is there to know? I am a female Watermelon. (We have genders, don'tcha know?) But in all seriousness, I am a silly person who acts much younger than what I actually am! I can be serious if the situation desperately calls for it, other than that I like to add my own sense of humour into almost everything. (Also, may have overdone the backstory.. heh?) I am nowhere near either the U.S or the U.K - just thought I should slide that in there.
Name: Caius Gordon.
Age: 20.
Gender: Male, I'm sure.
Appearance: Standing at 6 foot exactly, Caius has a nice toned body in which makes him seem rather intimidating. He is more often than not seen with his black hair tousled and messy. He has slight gray strands in his hair from stress over the years. His eyes are a shade of vibrant blue, notably his best feature. He is adequately good-looking, featuring a strong jawline and high cheekbones but he would be much more handsome with a boyish grin adorning his face.
Personality: Rather mature around strangers, Caius is often seen with a 'resting bitch face' unless around friends or trusted company. When he's around people he knows, he appears to be content and not scowling at everything. When he's drunk, he acts like one of his age should - jolly and fun-loving.
Backstory:
It was only after 29 years AV when the main focus on this particular character was born. Their mother and father had decided to finally have a child, one that would hopefully be safe for they were naive people. Lana, the child's mother, had given birth to a healthy baby boy, who had jet black hair and silky, creamy skin. The couple, Lana, and Gerald, the father, had always loved exotic names and so they named him Caius [Cah-you-ss]. They lived in peace for a couple of years, raising Caius to be a happy toddler. They even thought of bringing another little one into the world to keep Caius company but decided against it, wanting to give Caius all their attention. Luckily the Civil War hadn't affected the household too badly - they only lost a couple of third-removed cousins and such from other villages. By the time the Civil war ended, Caius was 4 years old. He was happy and content with life - even as a toddler. But then came the news of the Dusk Gate opening...
His parents freaked out and moved further inland, wanting to protect their child. They continued raising him to be a polite, respectful child as he progressed in his years. He had made a few friends in his village, which would have helped his social skills a lot as a child considering it was just mainly him and his parents. Other than this, not much had happened in his childhood. Gerald had given Caius a wooden sword and a testing dummy when he was 10, in which he used almost every day. Then, just before he turned 14, he had received the news that he was going to be blessed with a sibling.
At age 14 Caius is now an awkward boy going through puberty. Poor lad. He was rather lanky - bones showing, hair looking rather oily and his face riddled with acne. Their family was not the wealthiest but they were comfortable - the only reason the boy was skinny was that he was very active and had a high metabolism. It's around 43 AV and poor Caius was 14 at the time. He was out running about one day in a meadow not close to the village, like any other day - when he had spotted some of his good friends running towards him, tears falling to the ground as they flung themselves onto him.
He patted their back awkwardly, like the bloody awkward teenager he was back then. He asked what was wrong and the news that spilled out of their mouths made the already pale boy pale even further. He ran without them, arms pumping vigorously as he was desperate to see if it was true. He wouldn't believe it if he didn't witness it first hand. Sooner or later, he reached his home - or what was left of it. It was aflame, the ferocious flames licking and engulfing everything in its wake. It spared no mercy as it joined the rest of the flames that slowly ate his village as if it were those unsatisfying fancy meals, demanding more like a savage beast.
He fell to his knees, letting out a strangled sob as his entire village slowly burned away. A faint flapping sound could be heard and Caius lifted his head to look at the retreating form of the dragon that had been the cause of his grief. Some elders had to drag him out of the area before he too became one of those disgustingly unfilling fancy snacks. The survivors had gathered around outside the burning village - not close to it at all. He looked around desperately to find the two that mattered most to him - but they weren't apart of the surviving crew. He lost his mother, father and unborn sibling on that day.
The villagers had a hard time trying to decide on what they would do once everything settled - they built a makeshift camp which would last them until they had a final plan. Everyone in town knew each other so it was no hard time sending letters to the children's relatives. Caius didn't have many close relatives, only an estranged grandmother on his mother's side and an uncle and grandparents on his father's side. They sent the uncle a letter, considering he was closer to the family. In a matter of 5 days, a letter had been sent back to them. It had stated that his uncle was ready to receive and care for Caius. Caius had to travel for a week to reach his uncle who had lived near the ocean.
Skip ahead to two years and we have a vengeful Caius - who was now under the watch of his uncle. It had taken awhile to get used to his uncle's ways, but he did it. He trained day and night to become stronger, faster and in overall - a man. He had practiced in every area that fell under 'Athletic', his favourite being swimming and dancing. He was no longer a little boy cocooned in the warmth of his parents' hold, no. He was now a man in almost every way. He grew taller and bulkier, put on some weight and was rather mature. Some say he grew too soon, but Caius always waved them off. What they didn't know was that while his manners and etiquette increased, the burning hate for the monsters that killed his family grew. He would never forgive them for they had taken away the only steady thing in his life.
Four more years later and Caius's uncle finally feels that the man, who was now aged 20, was ready for the world, purely on his own. Caius had a sentimental parting with his uncle for he had looked at him as a second father figure. He boarded a ship and led off to the Forbidden Lands where the hopeful rest of his life would play out. With a raised head, he entered the town of Nightveil - silently heading the rumours of the town's curse. He grinned to himself and looked down at himself, promising to become a man of pride. His anger and hate had seemingly stemmed down - but for how long? Loss can make a man go mad, after all.
Capabilities:
Major:
Athletic skill - Competent.
Combat: Competent.
Items: A simple iron sword he had purchased from a trader aboard his ship and just the basic necessities which consisted of easy meals - bread and a few apples. Enough to last him two days if used right.
Additional Comments: *Blubbing sounds.* Sincerely sorry, I was a severe dutz and originally posted this in the wrong spot - when I tried to post it again, I don't know what happened after. If this posts twice I have a hole already dug up in preparation.
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) Through a post on Planet Minecraft in which someone had asked for serious roleplay servers.
About You: Aye, what is there to know? I am a female Watermelon. (We have genders, don'tcha know?) But in all seriousness, I am a silly person who acts much younger than what I actually am! I can be serious if the situation desperately calls for it, other than that I like to add my own sense of humour into almost everything. (Also, may have overdone the backstory.. heh?) I am nowhere near either the U.S or the U.K - just thought I should slide that in there.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Caius Gordon.
Age: 20.
Gender: Male, I'm sure.
Appearance: Standing at 6 foot exactly, Caius has a nice toned body in which makes him seem rather intimidating. He is more often than not seen with his black hair tousled and messy. He has slight gray strands in his hair from stress over the years. His eyes are a shade of vibrant blue, notably his best feature. He is adequately good-looking, featuring a strong jawline and high cheekbones but he would be much more handsome with a boyish grin adorning his face.
Personality: Rather mature around strangers, Caius is often seen with a 'resting bitch face' unless around friends or trusted company. When he's around people he knows, he appears to be content and not scowling at everything. When he's drunk, he acts like one of his age should - jolly and fun-loving.
Backstory:
It was only after 29 years AV when the main focus on this particular character was born. Their mother and father had decided to finally have a child, one that would hopefully be safe for they were naive people. Lana, the child's mother, had given birth to a healthy baby boy, who had jet black hair and silky, creamy skin. The couple, Lana, and Gerald, the father, had always loved exotic names and so they named him Caius [Cah-you-ss]. They lived in peace for a couple of years, raising Caius to be a happy toddler. They even thought of bringing another little one into the world to keep Caius company but decided against it, wanting to give Caius all their attention. Luckily the Civil War hadn't affected the household too badly - they only lost a couple of third-removed cousins and such from other villages. By the time the Civil war ended, Caius was 4 years old. He was happy and content with life - even as a toddler. But then came the news of the Dusk Gate opening...
His parents freaked out and moved further inland, wanting to protect their child. They continued raising him to be a polite, respectful child as he progressed in his years. He had made a few friends in his village, which would have helped his social skills a lot as a child considering it was just mainly him and his parents. Other than this, not much had happened in his childhood. Gerald had given Caius a wooden sword and a testing dummy when he was 10, in which he used almost every day. Then, just before he turned 14, he had received the news that he was going to be blessed with a sibling.
At age 14 Caius is now an awkward boy going through puberty. Poor lad. He was rather lanky - bones showing, hair looking rather oily and his face riddled with acne. Their family was not the wealthiest but they were comfortable - the only reason the boy was skinny was that he was very active and had a high metabolism. It's around 43 AV and poor Caius was 14 at the time. He was out running about one day in a meadow not close to the village, like any other day - when he had spotted some of his good friends running towards him, tears falling to the ground as they flung themselves onto him.
He patted their back awkwardly, like the bloody awkward teenager he was back then. He asked what was wrong and the news that spilled out of their mouths made the already pale boy pale even further. He ran without them, arms pumping vigorously as he was desperate to see if it was true. He wouldn't believe it if he didn't witness it first hand. Sooner or later, he reached his home - or what was left of it. It was aflame, the ferocious flames licking and engulfing everything in its wake. It spared no mercy as it joined the rest of the flames that slowly ate his village as if it were those unsatisfying fancy meals, demanding more like a savage beast.
He fell to his knees, letting out a strangled sob as his entire village slowly burned away. A faint flapping sound could be heard and Caius lifted his head to look at the retreating form of the dragon that had been the cause of his grief. Some elders had to drag him out of the area before he too became one of those disgustingly unfilling fancy snacks. The survivors had gathered around outside the burning village - not close to it at all. He looked around desperately to find the two that mattered most to him - but they weren't apart of the surviving crew. He lost his mother, father and unborn sibling on that day.
The villagers had a hard time trying to decide on what they would do once everything settled - they built a makeshift camp which would last them until they had a final plan. Everyone in town knew each other so it was no hard time sending letters to the children's relatives. Caius didn't have many close relatives, only an estranged grandmother on his mother's side and an uncle and grandparents on his father's side. They sent the uncle a letter, considering he was closer to the family. In a matter of 5 days, a letter had been sent back to them. It had stated that his uncle was ready to receive and care for Caius. Caius had to travel for a week to reach his uncle who had lived near the ocean.
Skip ahead to two years and we have a vengeful Caius - who was now under the watch of his uncle. It had taken awhile to get used to his uncle's ways, but he did it. He trained day and night to become stronger, faster and in overall - a man. He had practiced in every area that fell under 'Athletic', his favourite being swimming and dancing. He was no longer a little boy cocooned in the warmth of his parents' hold, no. He was now a man in almost every way. He grew taller and bulkier, put on some weight and was rather mature. Some say he grew too soon, but Caius always waved them off. What they didn't know was that while his manners and etiquette increased, the burning hate for the monsters that killed his family grew. He would never forgive them for they had taken away the only steady thing in his life.
Four more years later and Caius's uncle finally feels that the man, who was now aged 20, was ready for the world, purely on his own. Caius had a sentimental parting with his uncle for he had looked at him as a second father figure. He boarded a ship and led off to the Forbidden Lands where the hopeful rest of his life would play out. With a raised head, he entered the town of Nightveil - silently heading the rumours of the town's curse. He grinned to himself and looked down at himself, promising to become a man of pride. His anger and hate had seemingly stemmed down - but for how long? Loss can make a man go mad, after all.
Capabilities:
Major:
Athletic skill - Competent.
Combat: Competent.
Items: A simple iron sword he had purchased from a trader aboard his ship and just the basic necessities which consisted of easy meals - bread and a few apples. Enough to last him two days if used right.
Additional Comments: *Blubbing sounds.* Sincerely sorry, I was a severe dutz and originally posted this in the wrong spot - when I tried to post it again, I don't know what happened after. If this posts twice I have a hole already dug up in preparation.
