Post by zomgman on Nov 10, 2011 17:05:48 GMT -5
IGN: evildude2000
Name: does not have a real name, but has been nicknamed "marksman" by the folk in Isotoran
Age: old, Very old...
Gender: male
Race: Undead, Marksman isnt sure if he is human or zombie...
Demeanor: Marksman is a zombie, he has a mind though, He hates thinking about his past as that makes him sad, Marksman Is very sociable when not drunk and he has a lot of experience in surviving, Marksman hates dark figures as that reminds him of the shady men of his past. He fights with a bow.
Hi, I'm marksman, that isn't my real name though, its just a nickname ive been given. Anyways, This is my story:
It all started where i can remember: me, trying to fit in the little town of the mountain, Of course i couldn't fit in... I look like a monster! im not even sure if im really a human anymore... This town cast me off and i left since i was probably going to get killed soon.
The first weeks were miserable, i had a really hard time trying to survive, my house looked HORRIBLE, i was constantly hungry and i was beat up by the monsters all the time... But at least i had the spirit of the mountain, The spirit helped me, it helped everyone! the spirit was always there to make things better, it gave us rain, it kept the wind away, it had a nice waterfall so we always had something to drink, The mountain looked awesome! it had snow all over the top, and ice too... i think thats where the water came from.
After a while alone i started developping skills, Hunting, Crafting, building basic structures to survive, at some point i had a farm which the spirit helped growing with some water, I finnally had a nice peaceful life...
Until they came...
a big bunch of people dressed in grey, black, they came in a giant flying thing... it was HUGE! it even blocked the light for a while!
I looked at the town from afar, the shady men were bad people, If you thought the townsfolk were bad people, think again...
every dark/light cycle i could see people fleeing, i sometimes heard dying screams Why was the spirit not doing anything? i never knew... well actually it did but im not at that part yet.
One day the men came to my door, they woke me up with loud banging and yells, i was slowly waking until they forced the door to open, they took me, threw me out of my house and they told me they would kill me if i interfered... i walked away, without turning back as thay burnt my house down to make place for an infernal machine that was made to drill a hole into the mountain!
i was watching from a small treehouse i made, day and night i could hear the machine working, i coudnt sleep, they were killing the spirit and there was nothing i could do.
The machine was probably at the core of the mountain when the spirit woke up...... and it was PISSED
I watched as the spirit roared and spewed fire from its top, the earth was shaking and everything was either burning, dead, stuck inside the chaos of the mountain or squashed my falling rocks.
Thats when I realised i had to run the FUCK away!!! and I RAN, i ran for days and days until i thought i could stop runing, then i travelled to find some nice place to live in. everyone kept trying to kill me though until i found Aurora, The first place where i wasnt attacked, yelled at or kept away, people accepted me there, until they went away and i left to Isotoran.
Name: does not have a real name, but has been nicknamed "marksman" by the folk in Isotoran
Age: old, Very old...
Gender: male
Race: Undead, Marksman isnt sure if he is human or zombie...
Demeanor: Marksman is a zombie, he has a mind though, He hates thinking about his past as that makes him sad, Marksman Is very sociable when not drunk and he has a lot of experience in surviving, Marksman hates dark figures as that reminds him of the shady men of his past. He fights with a bow.
Hi, I'm marksman, that isn't my real name though, its just a nickname ive been given. Anyways, This is my story:
It all started where i can remember: me, trying to fit in the little town of the mountain, Of course i couldn't fit in... I look like a monster! im not even sure if im really a human anymore... This town cast me off and i left since i was probably going to get killed soon.
The first weeks were miserable, i had a really hard time trying to survive, my house looked HORRIBLE, i was constantly hungry and i was beat up by the monsters all the time... But at least i had the spirit of the mountain, The spirit helped me, it helped everyone! the spirit was always there to make things better, it gave us rain, it kept the wind away, it had a nice waterfall so we always had something to drink, The mountain looked awesome! it had snow all over the top, and ice too... i think thats where the water came from.
After a while alone i started developping skills, Hunting, Crafting, building basic structures to survive, at some point i had a farm which the spirit helped growing with some water, I finnally had a nice peaceful life...
Until they came...
a big bunch of people dressed in grey, black, they came in a giant flying thing... it was HUGE! it even blocked the light for a while!
I looked at the town from afar, the shady men were bad people, If you thought the townsfolk were bad people, think again...
every dark/light cycle i could see people fleeing, i sometimes heard dying screams Why was the spirit not doing anything? i never knew... well actually it did but im not at that part yet.
One day the men came to my door, they woke me up with loud banging and yells, i was slowly waking until they forced the door to open, they took me, threw me out of my house and they told me they would kill me if i interfered... i walked away, without turning back as thay burnt my house down to make place for an infernal machine that was made to drill a hole into the mountain!
i was watching from a small treehouse i made, day and night i could hear the machine working, i coudnt sleep, they were killing the spirit and there was nothing i could do.
The machine was probably at the core of the mountain when the spirit woke up...... and it was PISSED
I watched as the spirit roared and spewed fire from its top, the earth was shaking and everything was either burning, dead, stuck inside the chaos of the mountain or squashed my falling rocks.
Thats when I realised i had to run the FUCK away!!! and I RAN, i ran for days and days until i thought i could stop runing, then i travelled to find some nice place to live in. everyone kept trying to kill me though until i found Aurora, The first place where i wasnt attacked, yelled at or kept away, people accepted me there, until they went away and i left to Isotoran.
