Hello my everyday name is Zachary. call me what you wish.

In the world of Golhen, You where Born into a world of War,monsters and magic. But also a world of peace,happy creatures, and love. there are not many rules to this RP. the world is open.

but there are a few rules.

1. No godmodding
2. No bunnying
3. No Mary Sue’s or Gary Stu’s
4. no more than 3 chars to one person.
5. no 1 liners or story's.(more than 3-4 paragraphs )
6. And finally if you want to add in something other than your char, such as a pet. please ask.

Now what is in this world? well all i have to start will be a major city, and some normal monsters. (feel free to ad in some of your own. (how ever if you want them to affect others ask first))

The Major city has just about everything, it is split into 5 districts. trade(shops bars and such) housing(lower,slums) housing upper (high class), military (anything from swords to magic. guards to the city army.) and in the center is a large park. and in the middle the kings castle.

Now you don't have to start in this city... oh witch is called Fellden by the way. how ever it is the ONE place i ask that everyone know's of some how. other than that. feel free to make things up as you go. such as place's paths and monsters. just one thing about place's for now... no city or town is bigger or more well known. oh... and when you make a place, please reference how far it is from Fellden, and from what direction (north,south.east.west.)

I know most Rp's are pre-built... but i want to see were and how grate this land can become. and remember if you don't know if something is ok to use,make or do. just ask :D

now for the Skele

Skele Name: skyler Age: 20 Gender:M Species: Human fighting/magic style: 2 Handed swords. or empty hands. job: Works as a blacksmith and moonlights as a guard at a local tavern named the winking skeaver. ;) Personality: Normally happy but extremely sleepy, and lazy when he is not working. not vary well known and keeps to himself. but has wonder lust for the outside world. Appearance: ( you may type or use a photo.) Roughly 6ft. short blond hair, ignore the cig. -.- Skyler Bio: Skyler Has been a loner for a while. ever sense he could recall he was alone no mother no father living on the streets. an old blacksmith took him in teaching him a trade skill. Skyler was picked on and beat up alot when he was younger. so he trained himself how to fight with the swords and weapons he crafted. but he wanted to make his own sword. so he needed money. he fought unarmed in underground fights to win money. now he has his sword and some skill. he is just building up the strength to leave the only place he could call a home.

Awesome, I'm totally joining. My skellies will be here shortly or tomorrow.

Winking Skeever. Skyrim reference? lol I'd love to join, if that's okay with you!

Name: Jezebeth Ardril Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Human Fighting/magic style: She prefers to use bows so she never even has to get close to her target, but has a bit of experience with daggers. Her main weakness is close range combat, so always tries to keep her distance. Job: People hire her for assassin work, but she mostly just considers herself a wanderer. Personality: She doesn't like to keep much company because of her wandering lifestyle. She knows how important it is to be on friendly terms with people though, so she keeps a few acquaintances in each town she finds herself in, that way she always knows she has somewhere to go and someone to rely on. Jezebeth tries to keep her head down and stay out of people's business, unless they ask her to become a part of it by hiring her. She's good at keeping secrets, unless she's drunk. She likes to drink on occasion, but hardly ever drinks enough to become an open book. She prefers to fight alone, and if she ever finds herself fighting in a group, she tends to break off from it, even if it puts her in danger. Appearance: Image Black hair, brown eyes, about 5'6. She wears dark leather armor and a black cloak. Bio: Jezebeth was abandoned as a baby. She lived under the care of an orphanage until she was 11 years old, at which point she ran away simply because she was curious and wanted to see the world. She lived on the streets until she was 16, wandering from town to town, stealing what she needed to get by, and generally going unnoticed. At age 16, she joined up with a band of rebels who gave her a place to live and trained her in the art of archery. Despite the fact that this group was seen as criminals in the eyes of the law, she considered them good people, and, in her own eyes, is forever in their debt. She left their hideout at age 19 to find her own path, and has been wandering ever since, but she still returns every so often to bring them money and other things she's found (or stolen) along her travels. They are the only people she considers family, and their hideout is the only place she'd ever call home.

I have a very good feeling about this rp! May I join? Here's a Skellie for my character:

Name: Calypso Normund Age: 20 Gender: Female Species: Human

Fighting/Magic Style: A weak fighter from birth and honestly worsened over time, she strongly favors to know thy enemy before she attacks. Calypso will study a monster or human for weeks if necessary, tracking their habits and daily routines, until she finds their fatal flaw. However, her flaw is a thick cowardly streak, and she'll often make excuses to duck out of a fight or responsibility. Her magical abilities are much stronger. She has had the gift of precognition from birth, and often has visions of the immediate future, usually featuring the person closest to her whether that's physically or through a strong emotional bond.

Personality: Calypso is a timid girl, with a strong fear of things ranging from other human beings to rubber ducks. However, she actually loves and gets along with monsters more than she does humans. She lives alone, in a small cottage, where she spends the days talking to herself or perhaps singing whenever it strikes her fancy. There are a few people she trusts and usually that trust only extends to them running errands for her if she had to go into a crowded square or a city.

Appearence: The reason she rarely goes outside is because of her deformities. A curse that unknowingly ran in the blood of her father, and his father before him, had finally been passed down to her. She was born with large eyes that freckle most of her body. Most of them are blind, and milky white. However, she can see out a select few: the two placed in an average position on her face, several on the back of her neck, three on her torso, two on her back, and one big brown eye on the top of her right foot. If you were to exclude her eyes from her description, the rest wouldn't be much to look at. A soft, doughy face with more than enough baby-fat for her age, freckles, and strawberry-blonde hair.

Bio: She would have grown up in a rural setting, the daughter of two hard-working farmers, but after the news of her birth spread around her village her father fled her household and left her and her mother alone. Calypso left her house at the age of seven and moved to a new town where she slapped on a scarf and an ankle-length skirt and worked as an apprentice for a candlestick-maker. It was there that she first started seeing visions of monsters and began to desire to learn more and more about them. Her mentor, currently the only one she trusts to know about her eyes, nurtured this desire and taught her everything he knew about the creatures. Currently she still studies under him, but lives a few miles from town, in a run-down shack that she constantly has to repair.

oh yes i would love for all of you to join. :D also anyone who is reading this... you can join later if you would like. :)

One more smash of a hammer. rang out as the sun was setting. -Shops are now closing!- The town crier let out. -eh man i still don't know if i can do it- Skyler thought to himself. He set the sword into the barrel of cool water, Stretched his arms out over his head, and cracked his back. Skyler moved to the back wall and strapped on his custom made longs-word. He made it out of grey stone iron. it is vary strong but extremely heavy. Skyler cleaned his hands and face. Then he started the long walk across the city to get to the under ground fight. He only had a few more fights then he would be leaving. to where? He didn't know. but he wanted... no needed to leave.

Skyler finally got to the dark ally that opened up into a small back lot. He took off his shirt and sword. and waited till his name was called. He walked out into the ring and then the leader called out the name jack skensteel. Skyler flinched and tightened up. jack was know for his fighting ability and for his 5 years as a royal guard. he was big,strong, and used to pain. The leader yelled out -Go!- jack leaped at skyler throwing a hard right hook, Skyler ducked down and slammed into his chest with his shoulder throwing them both to the ground. jack got a few hard hits on skyler side. jack though skyler off of him and got back up. skyler stood up slowly and held his side. jack moved fast and started swinging at skyler's face. skyler held up his arms blocking hit after hit. after 20 hits or so he got his leg up and kicked jacks right knee. Jack dropped to the ground. Skyler though all of his weight into 3 strong hits 2 of witch landed on jacks face. -jack fell backwards. 3-2-1 Skyler is the winner! Skyler took his money and left. he got lucky beating jack. and he knew he would probably come for him.

Jezebeth glanced up at the darkening sky and sighed. It was getting late, and she was tired, but she wanted to keep moving despite the dangers of traveling at night. She had planned to get back to her hideout by today, but she had been slowed down earlier because she had to outrun an angry merchant and some guards from a town a few miles west. She had only stolen a loaf of bread and some meat. Trivial things, to be honest. Jezebeth hardly ever got caught, but today she had made a rookie mistake, and had a fresh new cut on her left arm to prove it. A guard had shot an arrow at her, which grazed her as she escaped over the city wall. He had a clear shot at her, and her knowledge of archery made her question if he was just unskilled or if he really wasn't interested in delivering the killing shot.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice at this point," She muttered to herself, turning down the path that led to Fellden. She wasn't very enthusiastic to have to spend the night in this place. She hated this city. With the king living right in the center, the whole place was too heavily guarded for her tastes. There was hardly a chance that the guards knew of her or her work as an assassin, but it still made her uncomfortable to be surrounded by them.

Jezebeth entered the city gates and walked down the street. On each side, shop owners were locking up their doors for the night and most people were headed home. Finally, she turned the corner and noticed a tavern called the Winking Skeever that seemed to be pretty busy.

"Weird name," Jezebeth thought absentmindedly as she opened the door and slid inside. She dropped her bow and arrow quiver on an empty table in the front corner, and slid into the seat. "It's only one night," She thought to herself, eying the others in the room. "Then I can get out of here."

Name: Rinzler Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Werewolf Mage…used to be a great human mage. Fighting/Magic: He is actually not much of a physical fighter, he mostly relys on his magic skills and he is a pretty powerful mage as long as he uses his magically energy frugally. If he must, he will use a sword or a dagger or two. His physical fighting skills are pretty sucky and if he must he will take the chance to flee and get himself killed. His Lycanthropy powers are usually only activated during the full moon, during times of stress. He is hypersensitive but its only half as good when he is human though super healing is always the same and varies on the lunar periods. Has yet figured out a way to use it upon command. He has a great knack when it comes to brewing potions. Job: Smuggler, black market dealer, potion maker, monster hunting, hired hand…heck he’ll basically do anything if there’s money involved…well almost anything. Personality: Moody, Sarcastic and sassy. He is not much of a good guy but not really much of a bad one either he’s just a greedy man trying to survive like everyone else. He is mostly a bit of a jokester in a sleazey way and can be a bit of a charmer towards the ladies. However he is very secretive and doesn’t really like to disclose the fact that he is a werewolf unless he has no choice but to. Appearance: He the perfect picture of that shady guy. He has fairly scruffy black hair usually either slick back or tied in a ponytail with a red streak going down the middle of his hair. He usually tends to wear mage robes with slacks or a large cloak with light leather armor with blacks and leather boots. For all attires he always has on a hood. He has bicolored eyes: One blood Red and the other wolf Yellow. His Lycanthrope form is actually a bit of a secret because, thanks to being a magic user, it’s greatly…altered and appears…doggish to say the least. Bio: Undisclosed at the moment but it’s a major reason why you should never mess with a werewolf.

((I finally got this in, intro will come later.))

[font=times new roman]"Bets! Place your bets!"

The harsh squabbling of gamblers and the bookie orchestrating the disarray filled Calypso's ears. Their cries were stale, flat and yet they seemed to grate her eardrums, and she pulled her scarf over her head. The sheer fabric wouldn't block out any of the sound, but the act created a placebo-like effect for her, and she found it comforting even if it wasn't effective. Still, the china she had dropped wasn't going to pay for itself. And gambling wasn't exactly gambling if you had a knack for channeling premonitions.

She neared the edge of the ring where the two boys fought. One, a blond, seemed dwarfed by a thicker, taller boy. She couldn't tell who was winning or losing, just that they were going to have a lot of bruises come the morning. Focus. Calypso closed her eyes, concentrating on the two men gritting their teeth and swinging fists, elbows and whatever they could to win. The Blond darts away from the taller one, swinging his foot outward. It slams against the tall man's knee with a sickening crack. The echo is heard throughout the ring. The taller man crumples to the ground, falling on his back and using one arm to protect his face to no avail. Two fast blows from the Blond and the other man curls up into the fetal position, exhausted and broken. The fight is over.

Calypso took a quick, shaky gasp of air, slipping back into reality. The vision was fairly clear, no signs of murkiness or another possible outcome. 80, maybe 85% probability. Sliding through the crowd, she made her way back to the Bookie, raising her voice to be heard. "70 on the little one." She pulled the top of her scarf over her face, but positioned herself right in front of the Bookie so he would know she was talking to him.

"70, you sure?" The man spat, flecks of his previous supper flying from his teeth and attaching themselves to Calypso's hood as he spoke.

"70, please." She reiterated, holding out her money. The man took it, shrugged, and replaced it with her betting papers. She then stood back from the crowd and waited for the verdict. When it came, she wasn't surprised to hear that the man she had picked won in the end. However, she was pleased. Smirking, she sauntered back up to the bookie and collected a generous sum of money. Turning, she walked away with a thicker wad of money in her pocket.

Then she clutched her head, swooning to one side. Leaning against a building for support Calypso felt her eyes shut and the smaller eyes down her spine snap open Limping, the tall man approaches the Blond. He's swaying, but angry. Seething. A fist slams into the smaller man's stomach, and he stumbles back. The fight has left them both bruised and shaky. There's fear in the smaller man's eyes. Shuddering, her eyes opened again. The men from the fight before. Seems like the big one was developing a vendetta against his opponent. Calypso swallowed a lump in her throat. She shouldn't feel bad, it wasn't her problem, right?

Sighing, she walked aways away and stumbled upon a beat-up looking tavern. The sun was going down, and her feet ached from walking so far. Shrugging, she entered the building and sat down at the nearest bench. For some reason, she rarely had visions around drunks. It was a safe space, and she could rest for a while before heading back out.[/font]

((Ugh, long post. This definitely will not be a habit of mine. I'll try to keep it shorter from now on.))

(sorry it too so long got the flu)

-shit shit shit!- skyler thought. -i have to get to my other job i forgot i was working at sunset- Skyler ran down some back allys as a short cut. He turned a corner only to meet an arm that caught him in the neck. Skyler flipped onto his back. Letting out a few coughs he looked up to see one of jacks friends. Trying to get up he turned to run down the hull but there was jack. -jack I...- to late his friends had skyler up against the wall and jack had his fist in skylers stomach. jack lifted skylers head up. -now we both know you got lucky... so just give me all the money you have on you and we will call it even.- NO! Skyler thought i need that to leave. he knew he was only a block from the winking skeever. Skyler tensed up and lifted his legs kicking Jack as hard as he could. Then he turned and bit one of his friends on the hand hard enough to draw blood. He used his new free arm to hit the other one in the eye. Then skyler ran as hard as he could. The 3 men ran after him calling out his name. Skyler could see the front door to the winking skeever. Skyler ran and slid into the door. Half slamming into it, as he was still week from the 2 fights. he stumbled into the bar. nodding at a few old faces. looking around at some new ones. he made his way to the back and sat down before changing into his bar cloths.

ooc: I hope you feel better! Having the flu is awful. :c

bic: Jezebeth had settled herself into the seat she had chosen and pulled out some bandaging supplies from her bag. She made a mental note to stock up on some things before she left town in the morning because she happened to be running low. She'd have to ask a local where the apothecary was since she barely knew the layout of the city, but she'd worry about that later. For now, she was focused on tending to the wound on her arm, which was a little deeper than she thought, but nothing she couldn't handle.

She was almost finished wrapping the wounded area when a young man stumbled through the door rather noisily. Jezebeth eyed him suspiciously. He seemed pretty roughed up, but it wasn't really any of her business anyway, as long as he didn't bring the trouble in here with him. Although... she had spent the majority of the coin she earned from her last job and wondered if he might be in the market for a little assassination work. However, the state of her arm at the moment would definitely prevent her from performing at her best, so she let the thought fade for now. She kept an eye on the boy anyway, curious to see if the night would turn out to be more interesting than she expected.

[font=times new roman] Calypso had ordered a spiced cider with her winnings. Sure it was a little out of season, but she preferred drinks that packed little to no punch. Keeping ones wits about them was rather important. She kept her face lowered, eyes pointed to the corner of the room. Damn. She had no idea what the odds were of her getting home safely. Besides, though she had a shaky grasp on her visions from time to time, even if she could conjure one up it would draw too much attention to herself in this still environment. Better to wait an hour or two until the roads were void of life.

At the exact moment she let out a sigh, the door to the pub slammed open. The noise was sudden it gave her the hiccups from utter shock, and she covered her mouth with one hand. Turning her head ever so slightly, she looked in the direction the sound had come from. The blond from the street fight was currently stumbling through the door, looking a little more than worse for wear. Calypso bit her fingers nervously, a twinge of sadness hitting her. Poor thing must've gotten roughed up by his opponent already. Though, he didn't look like he was dying. At least not from where she was. Calypso started to get up to help the man, then quickly sat back down. If whoever he was fighting came back to deal out another few blows, she did not want to be nearby. Instead she waited to see if he could move about without spilling too much blood on the floor.

She was relieved to see him return moments later with a set of fresh clothes on. Still, she couldn't help feeling a little responsible... Maybe if she had waited and warned the lad? No. Setting her jaw, she quickly pushed the empathetic thoughts from her head. If she took the time to help every single person who had a few scrapes, she'd never have time to do anything. Shifting a little uncomfortably on her bench, she covered up another hiccup and simply observed.[/font]

Skyler made his way around the bar cleaning and wiping down tables. he was looking around the room, mostly they were people he knew but there were a few new people, Two that stood out to him. a girl that seemed to be a assassin from her look. And the other... well he didn't know. her looks didn't bother him. With the bar, and the part of town he lived in. Skyler got used to seeing non-humans. as he was just about to walk over to someone who flagged skyler over for another drink.

Skyler herd a deep voice. -SKYLER ....- he turned around to see jack and the other 2 guys. -jack not here can't you at-least wait till morning.- skyler said in a shyish voice. -NO tonight you fucking die!- jack pulled out a long dagger and flipped a table running at Skyler. The other two men stayed back and smirked. Skyler knew now that he could not run. it had to end. if he couldn't deal with jack... he would make it more than a day outside the city walls. Skyler through the empty mug he had in his hand at jack. Then he turned and ran to the back and pulled his sword out. turned and jack was there. he pulled his sword up fast one hand on the handle, one on the flat side of the blade, jacks dagger hit skylers blade and then skyler pushed with all his might making jack stumble back into the front room.

Skyler leaped out after him fast swinging his sword over his head the blade landing just short of jack as he scrambled back. Jack had shock in his eyes, he never thought of skyler as a fighter, with swords that is. Skyler kept swinging his sword with all his strength. until on an upswing he caught one of jacks friends who now had joined the fight. he got him in the arm as he tried to hit skyler with his own sword. Skyler lifted his sword to get ready as all 3 of them had weapons in hand ready to charge at him.

(oh and im feeling much better now. ARKHAM thanks :) )