Help for faster roleplays, Ideas to reduce waiting times Options

[The Solo Rollo]

As you know, all our roleplays have been ridiculously slow. So, how do we stop it?

My idea is to have a "player cap" This means that their are limited spaces in roleplays, and are first come first served. This would mean that only those who ar determined to roleplay would get in, and will hopefully be more active.

[Uleni Athram]

Already finished here. Hehe


Name: Celdryn Minan'Kherus
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Home Country: Daggerfall, High Rock
Faction and Rank: None.
Faction Description: None.
Class: Rogue
Class Description: Rogues are adventurers and opportunists with a gift for getting in and out of trouble. Relying variously on charm and dash, blades and business sense, they thrive on conflict and misfortune, trusting to their luck and cunning to survive.

Skills: Dual-Wielding (a.k.a One-Handed), Light Armor, Archery, Sneak, Lockpicking, Speech
Appearance: So many years of adventuring and fighting has taken a toll to his voluptine looks. Scars criss-cross his face like random lines to a canvas, and a blow from a past opponent rendered his jaw leaning unnaturally to the right. With all these wounds that he sustained, the only thing that remains intact were his eyes. Under a veil of shadow cast by his cowl, two emerald orbs reflect light yellow. People who are targeted with its piercing green observation feel sudddenly cold and naked.

Eyes: Yellow-green.

Build: Deceptively lanky-looking, but actually wiry.
Personality: Reckless. Adrenaline junky. Prone to charge into situations without thinking things first. People call him brash and unthinking, and that someday he would die because of it, but that is exactly why he was wild in the first place. Dull is not in his dictionary. He prefers flirting with fate, and see what comes from it. Damn the consequence.

Weapons: 15 Steel Arrows, Hunting Bow, 25 Throwing Knives, Orcish sword (named Wicked) and Orcish dagger (named Delight)

Clothing: He wears a worn brown cloak over his hardened leather jerkin. A set of leather vambraces he wears with black gloves. A fur-lined boots warms his feet. He also has a belt that holds his coin pouch, his throwing knives, his daggers and other assorted poisons. He modified it with his leather jerkin so it is also a part of the jerkin, and can be positioned as a harness.

Miscellaneous: None.

Magic: None.

History: He was the youngest offspring in the triplets of a minor House in Daggerfall, the House of Minan'Kherus, Celdryn spent his childhood as a spoiled braggart; always outside with his groupie, causing headaches and controversies left and right. He somehow grew out of it when his father introduced him to the art of markmanship. While he wasn't a prodigy on archery, he nonetheless suprised his tutors at the dedication he showed. The patriarch also consoled him into learning swordsmanship, but this was merely a secondary option for Celdryn. At the age of 16, he became a famous youth whose skill with the bow was ungodly. He also had some skill in dual-wielding, but this was cast into the shadows.

On his 18th year, he bid the House of Minan'Kherus au revoir and set off to make his own. His first destination was the Fighters Guild. There, he learned many more things about archery only by direct combat. His grasp on dual-wielding also increased to the point that he began to use his two weapons more than his beloved bow. For three and a half years he served the organization, noted for his unnerving willingness to jump into any contract. Including the dangerous ones. Especially the dangerous ones. When he finally deemed the Guild dull, he bid them au revoir and set his eyes upon the Imperial City. Specifically, the Imperial City's Arena.

From Daggerfall to Cyrodiil, he made the journey entirely ON FOOT, and savored every danger on the road he met. It took him half a year. When he arrived and joined the Arena, he caused quite a stir at the rate of how he attained his ranks. With each passing day, it seemed he was unstoppable. Until the fourth year of his uninterrupted killing streak, he bid the Arena au revoir in a rainy midnight. Seeing the unending battles as a pointless affair, and reasoning that he was officialy over with the Fighters Guild in any provinces, he set his eyes upon the honored Companions of Skyrim. Thinking that if he could scrounge up honor while having a good time, then all the more better.

This post has been edited by Uleni Athram: Mar 11 2012, 09:33 AM