I will take these things into consideration thank you, but for now I need seriously to fix a computer for a client so see ya guys, and thanks for the criticism.

Yeah I just addressed the few small issues that came up. I didn't realize there was an age cap, and I will adjust accordingly.

The age is fine. what age is acceptable?, as far as editing the story I don't see the point, but if it will disqualify me in some way I can. I mean I just want to write.

Thanks lol, and I have been being patient lol. I was just wondering what the next step was well I am off to curb stomp dragonquest a bit because I am bored. Have a nice day, and thank you for the reply, if anyone has any good suggestions for when I begin to start posting, those would be appreciated as well. I have a great deal of experience in other places, but only about 4 months on the old dm site, as far as you guys go. So this is a different game entirely.

Ok so the bio is apparently approved, and being happily critiqued to death so I am happy. Now what should I do? I mean do I dive in or is there another step? do you guys still do the you need to have a mentor thing?

Ok now that I understand better the question lets see if I can answer it. Of course there are events which lead to him being in his location in the blight, I intend to elaborate more upon that as my char progresses and his memories begin to be returned to him. I assure you with time the little vagueities in his history will be revealed. I am sorry if I was unclear in my desire to leave such things a mystery for now.

Ok, and yes it is I guess a D&D style layout, but as far as his travels he was a wanderer of sorts, a very impulsive young man in the past whom payed for it, and was lucky enough to get out of it alive. Now he is searching for his direction, and believes hes found it.

As far as Unrealistic goes, a young man traveling far in search of himself, and coming into trouble is very realistic, and the slight unlikeliness of the events adds to the depth of the char, and as you will see if I ever get to posts, shows greatly in his mind set, and attitude toward things. If you would like me to edit something in the profile though, say so.

as for the vagueity this is due to the angle I take with the char, his past is not so important as his future and I hope to let his time on the site shape him in far larger ways than the stuff I wrote in a preliminary bio. Though if your one of those who wants a detailed blow by blow of everything he did to get where he is now right down to the path he took to leave the city when he started his journey, and how he came to be there in the first place. Please IM me at blind_guardian_reborn on yahoo. I would would really like to keep those things from being spoiled on site until I have had the opportunity to reveal them in an in character fashion.

Nope I used a style i have used for a long time. That layout is the layout I posted on my site for use, but if anyone wants to use it or needs an explanation of it I would be happy to give one.

I tried PMing my profile I tried emailing it so here goes my last try. I am posting it below, I don't care if administration removes it or leaves it there just please god someone point the her in the right direction at it before you do. -begs-

Char sheet.

n a m e s a k e :

Full |birth| Name:Belgorion Ikorit Iamarsa.

Spoken |used| Name: Belgorion or Bel

Acquired |aliases| Names: none

Proclaimed |title| Name: None.

n u m e r i c a l :

Appearing Age: XXIV

Factual Age: XXIV

s o c i o l o g i c a l :

Classes: Artist of War -- Swordsman novice -- .

Profession: wanderer ( will attempt entry into the white tower and to become a warder)

Alignment: White Tower

Marital Status: Single.

Status:lost

b i o l o g i c a l :

Height: Five foot, eleven inches. [5'11"]

Weight: One hundred, fifty pounds. [175 lbs]

Hair: Blond

Eye: blue.

Blood Type: O+. Body Art: A dagger with a great serpent curled about it on the inside of his right thigh.

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Scar Tissue: None, without.

Birthmark: None, without. Genetics unknown (Andorian born in Caemlyn he just doesn't know this so its unknown in profile)

Ascension:former thief.

Attributes: quick hands, and wits.

Immunity: none.

p o l e m o l o g y :

Birthed: Natural warrior

Learned: basic swordsmenship

Primary Discipline: speed

Sub-Discipline: Strength, and intelligence.

Armed: Rapier.

-- type:. Basic.

- style Slashing.:

-- creator: unknown.

-- paragon: Physical

-- faculty: Lightweight used to bleed opponent out, and overwhelm.

-- blade length: Two foot, eight inches [2'8"].

-- overall:Three foot, seven inches [6'7"].

-- blade thickness: Half an inch [Core].

Armed:light chain mail

-- type: Armor.

-- style: Light Defense.

- creator unknown

-- paragon: Defense.

-- faculty: Used mostly by cavalry, and fencers for defense of speed based warriors.

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a t t i r e :

Casual:

Feet: Black leather boots.

Legs:. Black silken trousers (usually of Brocade type)

Hands: Black leather gloves

Upper Body, I Black Silken shirt,

Upper Body, ii: Sturdy black traveling cloak, and hood.

Face: without.

Head: without

Battle Attire.(not yet acquired)

Face: None, without.

Head:.

a c c e s s o r i e s : Star pendant.

.Type: gift.

History: artifact left by Belgorions parents as a keep sake.

k i n d r e d : Unknown.

______x____ artist of war:

p r o f i c e n c y :

Mortal

Preternatural

Mental Focus: The ability too think, and quickly resolve situations or form action plans.

k i n e s i s :

none, compensated by sub skill in archery.

History

Taken in by a thief whom worked the streets of Caemlyn, he was exposed to the hardest parts of life at an early age, and has no idea whom his parents were. He lived on the streets with his mentor, and friend Kadaz until the age of twenty one. When in his thirst for adventure he convinced the old man too journey with him.

This journey ended tragically due to his youth, when he insisted on skirting the blight far too closely, when he and Kadaz came face to face with a fade. He was only saved by Kadaz, whom pushed him from a cliff to save his life before being dispatched by the fade. Left for dead he awakened hours later, and staggered blindly through the desert before being picked up by a Tuathan caravan.

They nursed him back to health, but as of the present time he has yet to regain his memories save for his name . Yet driven by an urge to wonder, he finally left his saviors, and friends in search of himself. Returning ironically to Caemlyn, where he later dispatched several thugs, whom were wrongly harassing an old peddler. This was done without drawing a single drop of blood, and drew the attention of the old man, who suggested that a young man with a sword arm such as his should pledge it in service to Caemlyn, or journey to Tar Valon, and learn the arts of the warders.

With no real direction in life, Belgorion has become resolve in his desire to become a warder, and journey to the white tower.

Done, I sent it in a PM thanks.

No ive always gone by this name, like I said I never got as into this as I wanted to due to other obligations, I did however start out in the BT. I have been around a lot since the old site closed though, and trust me you guys got some of the best role play around, and some damn good writers. i am happy to be back amongst you, and hoping to have my bio approved soon so I can dive right in. I missed this stuff, and look forward to a lot more fun in the future.

Oh I almost forgot you guys are welcome to join the the thread I started, its just one for fun, and it would be cool to get to know you guys a little better.

Thanks guys, and yeah I got a bit of experience, I missed this place, but I could never find it after the dmpsw boards when down lol. I wont toot my own horn though I am ok I guess.  I am just glad to be back, and posting. I guess I will resend my bio as well, is the link in the help section for creating a char up to date?

I was wondering how long it takes to get a bio approved. I mean it didnt take this long last time, and my email has been weird so i am wondering if maybe my bio never got there.

The day would grow old, ushering in the night, and with it the city would awaken before Belgorions’ very eyes. He had sat within the common room most of the day, seemingly partaking rather heavily of the ale. In reality of course, the wanderer was listening, soaking up every detail of the city he could garner from the conversations about him. He had gathered, by now, the reason for the bareness of the streets. Today, it seemed, was a day of remembrance in honor of the queens long past, and what they had accomplished for their people.

Belgorion had also gathered, in a very interesting conversation with a very drunken guard, that tomorrow would be the day of giving, when the people might come with small requests of their queen. Belgorion, of course, was all ears;  it would seem he might catch a glimpse of this queen Morgase after all. The result, of course, of this being he was all smiles as he made his way upstairs. hopeful of a hot bath, and warm bed.

The mistress Annan, as it turned out, was a force to be reckoned with. If Belgorion had assumed Henry to be the one in charge of the Inn, all such assumptions quickly faded upon their abrupt meeting. The woman was a powerhouse. Short, but muscled, she almost resembled a dwarf in build. He would find her scurrying to and fro about the bathhouse arranging things, even to his great surprise slinging one of the great brass tubs out of the way as if it were a simple heap of cloth.

The women would round on him as he knocked on the door, her voice coming out like a wagon wreck on the street. ‘ Here for Yer bath are ye?” These words would be punctuated by a sharp point at a bathtub, which surprisingly already steamed with hot water, and wonder of wonders; Caemlyn was apparently rich enough to afford proper soap. Belgorion would simply stand there, taken aback by the sheer presence of the women for a moment.

This she obviously took as shyness on his part, as mirthlessly she would laugh “ Ha you ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before boy”, and to Belgorions’ surprise she would actually stand there waiting, but if she thought this would rattle him she was wrong. Common bathhouses were the norm in many places, and to his satisfaction he would note the whispered. “ Maybe you do” under her breath as his clothes fell to the floor, and he submerged himself for the next hour or so in what he thought might have been the best bath he had ever taken.

He would emerge some hours later to a bustling common room; people were drinking, and laughing all in all it was a lively seen. A gleeman had taken up in his absence, and was about a third of the way through a rousing rendition of the story of Jane Farstrider. Belgorion would be dressed in his now clean to his satisfaction clothes as he settled down to listen this one had been a favorite of his as a child.

The streets would find themselves rather bare, upon what appeared to the new comer a perfectly good day, but as Belgorion stood upon the street, he could only assume everyone was lounging comfortably somewhere indoors. He would let his blue eyes run a trail down himself. Disgusting would be the only thought; his fine silk trousers, and shirt were covered with road dust, even the hilt of his steel rapier which hung loosely at his side had found itself without shine for its thick covering of the offensive substance.

Letting his hand rise, he would slowly trace a finger through his silk-like, blond hair stopping just as his fingers reached the silver chain, and cross that bound his hair in a top knot which seemed to stick out amongst his odd appearance, as if to put a great exclamation point upon the singular being that was Belgorion Ikorit Iamarsa. He would sigh slightly as he looked about. He had journeyed far and wide in search of mystery, treasure, adventure, and found more than his fair share of danger. Yet at the moment he faced, it would seem, his most dangerous foe and old archenemy of incredibly dangerous potential. This enemy none other than the vile creature known as boredom

He had arrived in Caemlyn scant minutes before, expecting to find it bustling with life, and action only to find it dead. He would give a light sigh, as he strode down the street at a slow, casual pace. His black silk garb blowing slowly in the wind. The luck of the sun seemingly shone on him today, as within minutes he would have found himself standing out side an inn. The place, The Serpents Tail, as it proclaimed itself, was a large plain two story building with a thatched roof which Belgorion would give a slight smile at noticing the inn needed no repair. Queen Morgase obviously did well for her people. He had heard tails that the woman was cold as ice, and twice as cunning as a demon, as well as a great beauty.

Belgorion wondered briefly what it would be like to meet such a woman. He had never met a woman whom could match him in wits, and had once bragged if he did he would marry her, and bed her at once. The inside of the Serpent’s Tail was rather cozy as he saw it. The main story was composed of a small common room which was at the moment only patronized by three or four individuals one of which bore the symbol  of the Caemlyn throne upon his breast plate obviously a member of the city guard off duty, and enjoying the prosperity of the city he protected. The barkeep, a rather portly man by the name of Henry, would already have given Belgorion a smile, and in an accent which overflowed with the rich Scottish accent, spoken to Belgorion “ What be Ye name boy, and what can I do for ye?.”

Belgorion would smile at the man as he spoke, before replying, his own accent changing instantly to the fair tones of the east. He had no reputation here, and he was intent upon keeping it that way. “ The name is Draven Nero Heartsbane. and I would like a room, and bored. These words would be punctuated by the production of twenty or so gold coins, which would be deposited upon the bar. All were pure, and rather heavy. This Bel had done on purpose. The weight of his gold he was sure would be uncommon even here starting the rumor that he might be a lord.

The man would simply smile as he pointed to a staircase, which led from the common room to the upstairs. “ Third door on the right, the mistress Anan will draw you a hot bath when you are ready for it.” His relevant business attended to, Belgorion would take a seat at one of the clean sturdy tables of the common room, ordering a sweet ale, which he intended to sip as he observed the common room, likely it would be more lively come night fall.

Well it does in a lot of ways, but I am hoping to play a warder again, as this is a role I have done in the past, and am most comfortable with. If someone would kindly direct me as too how to post my profile, and where to post it I would be very grateful. I am sorry to bother anyone, if im posting in the wrong place.

Hi I don't know if this is still active, but I was a former member of the old dmpsw boards, and I was wondering if there is anything like that still. If so could someone direct me to where I need to send my bio, and such as well as where the actual role play takes place now?

Also and if this is wrong I apologize, I run a little site myself  http://elrum2.legendsofelrum.info/index.php please remove this link if its not ok for it to be here. I don't mean anything by it, but the sits pretty much a free form fiction site where everyone is welcome.

I really would like the info I asked about though.