Post by Joxer the Mighty on Aug 6, 2010 1:31:10 GMT -5
Name: Joxer, Joxer the Mighty, Joxer the Magnificent
Occasionally referred to as: Joxer the viscous, Joxer the Deadly, Joxer the Fierce
Occupation: Warlord
Good, Bad, or Neutral: depends on which side of his blade your standing at the moment...
Avatar:
www.vfx.to/images/external/mongol.jpg
(Because I have decided to play Joxer differently from the show, I have chosen a different avatar picture for him)
Face Claim: Ted Raimi (or the great Chengis Khan)
Secret Word: Will be PM'd
RP Sample:
The man sat on his horse, on the top of a hill, overlooking a small village. Behind him sat fifty horses, all bearing men ready for battle. The leader looked down at the village, not a soldier in sight, easy pickings. His men growled silently, yearning for the blood shed that would come at his order to attack... but there were no soldiers here, just farmers and simple folks... he thought it would be too easy, not enough of a challenge and he turned from the crest of the hill, heading away from the small village. A few of his men, the most loyal of them, followed him back the way they had come, but the others... the mercenaries, thugs and hired warriors that were only here for blood and war turned down the hill and let loose a cry of rage alerting the villagers of their impending doom. The leader watched his men go, and a decision was now his to make: would he go and protect the people he had just tried to spare or would he continue on and abandon them to their fates?
Such decisions are not answered quickly, nor are those answers obtained easily or hastily... he sat in thought, pondering his choices for what seemed like an eternity...
The mighty warrior turned his steed back to face the village in which the brutal horde had headed off to conquer and began to lead the rest of his men after them, but he called out an order to his loyal men, and he knew they would follow it.
"Kill only those that do not obey me, spare the pitiful villagers."
His men nodded, he was a fair and just ruler in their eyes, his father had been rougher, harder and meaner but he was still their master, and they loved him all the same...
The man led his forces down the hill, the mercenaries had almost reached the village when a hailstorm of arrows was launched into their backs, those that survived turned to face their attackers, but it was too late, the small army rode through them in a haze of blood and dust, when it was over, none of the men that had come to harm the village remained, and Joxer the Mighty took ten percent of the belongings from the dead and gave the rest to the villagers before he rode on. From that day forward Joxer was hailed as a hero in that small community, though he would never again set foot there.
Occasionally referred to as: Joxer the viscous, Joxer the Deadly, Joxer the Fierce
Occupation: Warlord
Good, Bad, or Neutral: depends on which side of his blade your standing at the moment...
Avatar:
www.vfx.to/images/external/mongol.jpg
(Because I have decided to play Joxer differently from the show, I have chosen a different avatar picture for him)
Face Claim: Ted Raimi (or the great Chengis Khan)
Secret Word: Will be PM'd
RP Sample:
The man sat on his horse, on the top of a hill, overlooking a small village. Behind him sat fifty horses, all bearing men ready for battle. The leader looked down at the village, not a soldier in sight, easy pickings. His men growled silently, yearning for the blood shed that would come at his order to attack... but there were no soldiers here, just farmers and simple folks... he thought it would be too easy, not enough of a challenge and he turned from the crest of the hill, heading away from the small village. A few of his men, the most loyal of them, followed him back the way they had come, but the others... the mercenaries, thugs and hired warriors that were only here for blood and war turned down the hill and let loose a cry of rage alerting the villagers of their impending doom. The leader watched his men go, and a decision was now his to make: would he go and protect the people he had just tried to spare or would he continue on and abandon them to their fates?
Such decisions are not answered quickly, nor are those answers obtained easily or hastily... he sat in thought, pondering his choices for what seemed like an eternity...
The mighty warrior turned his steed back to face the village in which the brutal horde had headed off to conquer and began to lead the rest of his men after them, but he called out an order to his loyal men, and he knew they would follow it.
"Kill only those that do not obey me, spare the pitiful villagers."
His men nodded, he was a fair and just ruler in their eyes, his father had been rougher, harder and meaner but he was still their master, and they loved him all the same...
The man led his forces down the hill, the mercenaries had almost reached the village when a hailstorm of arrows was launched into their backs, those that survived turned to face their attackers, but it was too late, the small army rode through them in a haze of blood and dust, when it was over, none of the men that had come to harm the village remained, and Joxer the Mighty took ten percent of the belongings from the dead and gave the rest to the villagers before he rode on. From that day forward Joxer was hailed as a hero in that small community, though he would never again set foot there.
