You are new recruits in the war. Many of the recruits with you are inexperienced. You're at a defensive outpost 5 miles west of the main encampment. You have yet to see the enemy face to face, but your commanding officers tell you that the moment to fight is soon. You and some of the other new recruits sit around a blazing camp fire in the middle of the outpost. The outpost is surrounded by walls with 4 towers at each corner and the walls are covered by many rangers.
*alright create your characters and i will tell you if they are in or not. remember your not some elite fucking warrior or some gay ass half demon your a regular soldier with maby little to no combat experience. I'll create my character now :)*
NAME: Garris Black hands
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Long Sword
AGE: 18
BACKGROUND INFO: During his childhood his father, who was a black smith, always told him that he would grow up to be a great blacksmith like his father. Garris learned the basics of working with metals from his Father. When Garris turned age 18 he was drafted into the Imperial army.
OTHER: Garris is rough and muscly with medium length straight black hair.
*alright i'm going to start it out for now and we can add in others as we go :P*
Garris stares into the blazing camp fire. Many of the more experienced soldiers have very horrified looks chiseled onto their faces. None of them talk to each other about what has happened on the battle field. The Veteran soldiers look at the new recruits with looks that just seem to shout "more blood for the enemy." All the recruits know of the war. There is no official name for the war that has been raging for over 5 years now. Everyone who has been involved in the war simply knows it as "The War"
Garris puts his rough calloused hands closer to the fire. Snow falls gently as night approaches. He looks at his rough hands and remembers the long nights at the blacksmith with his father making swords for "The War". He finds it ironic how he was making weapons for "The War" and now he is fighting in it. He looks around at all the veteran soldiers around the outpost and wonders how many of them wear armor or wield weapons that he or his Father made back at their blacksmith shop in their home town.
*alright create a char :P and remember that I!!!! have to approve it ..... also just a few little fine details, I will be playing any Character that is not controlled by a person, also no having pets or any gay shit >:( good luck and have fun :P*