This sounds fantastic!
I've been looking for an RP like this for a long time. I'm interested in doing an RP with Ahsoka, both post- and pre- Order 66, whichever you would prefer.
@Nico
"SEAL THE GATES!"
Chiron's voice tore through the clamor of steel on steel and the dying screams of demigods as they were cut down by their unknown assailants. The centaur charged forward, his heavily-built lower half pummeling through his armor-clad foes with ease, in an attempt to...
The sun gently rose over the dew-laden grasses of the countryside; its light, gentle, warming, and kind, cast itself over the waking lands of Central Chowa. The people arose with the breaking of the new day, and the fields came alive as countless farmers exited their homes to begin the harvest...
Onna-bugeisha Tsukuyomi Otono, "Hana no Oni/Demon of the Blossoms."
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AGE:
Twenty-eight
PLACE OF ORIGIN:
Kiri-no-Mura, Chowa. A small village at the base of one of Chowa's mountains, known for its heavy fog.
AFFILIATION:
Chowa Military
OCCUPATION
Onna-bugeisha of Chowa...
Ah, fantastic!
I gave the lore a read while waiting for your reply, so that's under wraps. Would you have me put an OC in the profile page first, or are there other things you need to ask me?
Jorek endured the long ride to the top of the city in stoic silence. No words were uttered by the man, nor did his face shift from the visage of grim acceptance that had settle upon it almost as soon as they had left the ground. However, while he was outwardly silent, internally he was exploring...
Jorek burst through the door with violent force, flinging it back so forcefully that it bounced off of the stone inside and almost hit the Dwarf square in the jaw. His locked out arm saved him the pain of the door but didn't stop the bewilderment of what he saw inside. The egg he had left behind...
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Here in the Lower Stacks, life never ceased, the pluming smoke never stopped corrupting the skies, and the most successful smithy on this side of the Stack, By Hammer and Hand, never let its forge grow cold.
The high-pitched song of a smith's...