There was a land of prosperity, a good land with the control of the trade route, many were prosperous and owned huge amounts of gold and silver. They were in the height of power and controlled a vast majority of land. They were at the peak of prosperity when it came. A greedy horde of organized bandits heard of their prosperity and thought of the amount of loot this land had. The group came to the land and lit torches which they threw into the fine houses of medieval times. The group took what they wanted and left, leaving much of the land in disorder.
The land of desperate life, where starvation ruled the world and the grim reaper was in wealth of souls beyond counting; there was no hope. A bit of white rice was more like a fine feast. Most forgot their names here, taking up Ghetto as a last name. A little shack was a wealthy mansion to those strong enough to build one. Some were from distant wealth, abandoned in this cold place. This did not matter though, for no one was different in this forsaken place. It does not reach the eyes of fellow countries, for there is no-one to ask for help. This cruel vile place; this ghetto-like land, by the sea.
The poor never were quite strong, due to lack of nutrition and losing their self-esteem. No one ever thought that they might have more, or that it wasn’t their fault. They tried to live, and struggled to survive, and eventually supported each other. The poor started to build up a community and get organized. Don’t take this wrong, their place in this city was still a ghetto. There was nothing different, except for a bit. Not as many died off, since more people could share. They got together and kept each other going. The poor started putting their skills to use, like ways of finding fresh food and entertainment. It didn’t do much, but it helped. The cast out who had special talents, like raising their ear or whistling extra loudly, would entertain those who were down, and for a while, it was not a desperate life. And the life of the ghetto for the cast outs became the life for the second generation of cast outs. A community formed, and new people emerged as leaders for the people. It was not as much of a ghetto anymore, and was forming into a self-supported village.
Then there was time for a bit of talk. Some were starting to wonder. Were we really bad off to start? Would we all be so desperate if we were connected to other lands? People have started to spread rumors, blaming one person or another for them being there. The partial ghetto was unsettled, and those who seemed to be in high position got together. They talked of how they were doing. They thought about how they got and decided that they could afford to start building up a real village, not the ruins of one. There was one problem though; they needed wealth that was not in their grasps. The so called authorities devised a plan and decided that twenty people of the strongest in the land poor community would set out on a journey to raid, pilfer, steal, and conquer eight surrounding countries. They produced whatever they found that was sharp and pointy, figuring, they would find better weapons in the next town.
You are one of those that was chosen to go raid the neighboring countries, you hold a sack made out of hide. In it holds your rations, weapon, and maybe another item. Your job is to raid and conquer eight countries with the help of your fellow fighters, and hopefully acquire a better weapon so you don’t die because all you have for fighting is a long square of dried up clay, or a cloth bag filled with dirt.
Sign Up
Name: (Give a good first name *not stoney or cheese head* It can be made up. Ghetto should be your last name, unless you have a really good reason.)
Age: (Should be around 11-28, surprised? People were considered of age a lot sooner in the past.)
Gender: (I don’t think you need help with this)
Physical Description: (No red hair or gizmos, this is based on the medieval age)
Personality: (Self explanatory…)
Reason: (why were you chosen? Are you good at getting food? Are you a strong pick-me-up who lucked out? Explain how you were chosen to go. This just needs to get to the point and doesn’t have to be long. It must be at least three sentences though.)
History: (This should not say you are from some distant land, be realistic. Might be good to include how your ancestors came here.)
Weapon: (what you were given, *like the metal part of a pitchfork, cannot be a sword bow or anything like that* You can switch weapons by raiding later on *like into a bow, sword or dagger* but remember, this is around the settings of medieval without all the thou art stereotypes)
Other: (No god powers, just something your person might like or do, like a habbit they’ve developed, this is optional)
Sample RPG: ( Something that you’ve typed up or done in past RPGs)
Spaces:
1) Bawooga
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
(More if more people actually want to join)
My sign up:
Name: Quintin Ghetto
Gender: Female, I’ll explain the name.
Age: 12
Physical Description: Quintin Ghetto is around 5’8”. She white/yellow hair that is long but not braided; her hair may look okay on the outside, but it’s a rat’s nest on the inside. Her skin is a pale off-white, with lots of freckles on her face from sun exposure. Quintin wears a sweater with faint color, from before her ancestors came to this town. Her pants are made of leather that a hunter took from an animal speared. She was in luck and wears shoes that were passed down from the prosperity of before. She has dirt under her fingernails, from working on things like digging in the ground for edible roots, and she doesn’t wash them. Her eyes are long wide and full of life; of the color green, and her cheeks have a faint pink tinge. Pic
Personality: Quintin is very childish and a tom boy, she likes to annoy everyone and win fights. She roughhouses and talks a lot. She likes to sing a lot and is talented. She hates ignorant people and often gets in fights over stupid things like someone saying a stupid thing. Although this, she is very smart and has a good instinct. She also likes to fling things into the air and is very energetic; this includes waking up.
Reason: Quintin was chosen because she is smart and has a good instinct. These make her a good planner, organizer, and helps to get out of tight situations. She knows also doesn’t lag the group since she does wake up on time and is very energetic.
History: Quintin was named a boy’s name because her father had hoped for a boy, and was disappointed to find out that his child was a girl. Since he was a stubborn, he named the baby girl Quintin and raised her a bit more like a son instead. Her family came to this land from hopes of gold and royal purple dye. They sold their old items and came here, started up a trade, and became very wealthy. Sadly for them, they came very close to when the raiders heard of the prosperity and stole strong hordes of their trade. They passed down their trade of fishing though (what they had done before coming here) and now Quintin knows how to fish.
Weapon: Since Quintin knows the basics of fishing, she was given a net. Who knows how she’ll fight with it, only raids will tell.
Other: Quintin has developed a way of wiggling her ear, she mostly does it to amuse people, and it doesn’t really help very much with anything else.
Sample RPG: This is something I typed up for a book report:
November, 1863
Frances Mary! Frances Mary!
Daniel died from an awful cold and I feel so sad. He helped out the union and he saved me and Miss. Hennessy and Mrs. Parker. But you don’t know them. Miss. Hennessy is a union spy and so is Mrs. Parker. Bushwackers attacked them and Mr. Parker. I don’t want to say what happened to him. I just wish the war would end. People say it will end soon but it won’t….Not until it gets worse. A few weeks ago bushwackers burned down the newspaper building and the man who published the paper just got out of there alive. And just three days ago, a union spy got hanged by them. I was lucky to notice that buggy go past us. There wasn’t much traffic in the part where Daniel and his mom and dad lived at. But that buggy followed Mrs. Hennessy and that worried me. Then to top it off another man on a horse comes the same way the buggy does. I told Danny I’d be gone but didn’t let him go because he was sick with a horrible cough and all. I borrowed Flash, the old horse, and went away, with no weapon, to warn Miss. Hennessy. But the bushwackers were already there and Miss. Hennessy was already tied up and the same with Mrs. Parker. But Mr. Parker was no where in sight. I was sat down by the bushwackers who said “we aint done nothin yet, kid.” He went somewhere then and we stayed there. Then I asked, “Where’s Mr. Parker?” almost afraid of the answer. And Mrs. Parker cried as Miss. Hennessy explained “they took him away,” in a whispered voice. I asked about hiding but to no avail. Then I asked about in the cellar but we wouldn’t be able to get out. I suddenly jumped up, half scared out of my wits, and slammed the cellar door yelled and opened it and hid behind it. the two men ran down and one cursed saying “she fell down the cellar!” he went in the cellar and the other one was following when I whammed the door on them but one stepped out of the way and opened the door for the other. they argued for a moment and then grinned. “that was a good idea,” sneered one, “so good that you should be in the cellar…when we burn up the house!” every thing seemed to be out of reach and out of hope when suddenly out came Danny! He yelled “I don’t think so sir!” I could sense he was scared out of his wits but he stood up, pointing that gun at them. One of them hesitated but the other pulled out an even bigger gun. Quicker than anyone could think Danny shot his gun at the man’s shooting hand and ordered me to pick up the gun. I did and we cornered them into the cellar. Danny started having a terrible coughing fit and I was worried out of my wits. But everything will be okay, somehow someday. But not until this dreaded war gets much worse.
Your loving sister…
Alright, so with that said, here are a few things to keep in mind:
I will be choosing the eight countries we go to and come back home.
I might make exceptions to your sign up, but, you MUST pm me first with an explanation that makes sense, and is worked on.
I know the name is bad, but I'm not very grand at titles.
Ghetto means the part of a city where poor people stay. Make sensse now?
I guess no one likes the RPG, Oh well...
I’ll add anything else asked here.
The land of desperate life, where starvation ruled the world and the grim reaper was in wealth of souls beyond counting; there was no hope. A bit of white rice was more like a fine feast. Most forgot their names here, taking up Ghetto as a last name. A little shack was a wealthy mansion to those strong enough to build one. Some were from distant wealth, abandoned in this cold place. This did not matter though, for no one was different in this forsaken place. It does not reach the eyes of fellow countries, for there is no-one to ask for help. This cruel vile place; this ghetto-like land, by the sea.
The poor never were quite strong, due to lack of nutrition and losing their self-esteem. No one ever thought that they might have more, or that it wasn’t their fault. They tried to live, and struggled to survive, and eventually supported each other. The poor started to build up a community and get organized. Don’t take this wrong, their place in this city was still a ghetto. There was nothing different, except for a bit. Not as many died off, since more people could share. They got together and kept each other going. The poor started putting their skills to use, like ways of finding fresh food and entertainment. It didn’t do much, but it helped. The cast out who had special talents, like raising their ear or whistling extra loudly, would entertain those who were down, and for a while, it was not a desperate life. And the life of the ghetto for the cast outs became the life for the second generation of cast outs. A community formed, and new people emerged as leaders for the people. It was not as much of a ghetto anymore, and was forming into a self-supported village.
Then there was time for a bit of talk. Some were starting to wonder. Were we really bad off to start? Would we all be so desperate if we were connected to other lands? People have started to spread rumors, blaming one person or another for them being there. The partial ghetto was unsettled, and those who seemed to be in high position got together. They talked of how they were doing. They thought about how they got and decided that they could afford to start building up a real village, not the ruins of one. There was one problem though; they needed wealth that was not in their grasps. The so called authorities devised a plan and decided that twenty people of the strongest in the land poor community would set out on a journey to raid, pilfer, steal, and conquer eight surrounding countries. They produced whatever they found that was sharp and pointy, figuring, they would find better weapons in the next town.
You are one of those that was chosen to go raid the neighboring countries, you hold a sack made out of hide. In it holds your rations, weapon, and maybe another item. Your job is to raid and conquer eight countries with the help of your fellow fighters, and hopefully acquire a better weapon so you don’t die because all you have for fighting is a long square of dried up clay, or a cloth bag filled with dirt.
Sign Up
Name: (Give a good first name *not stoney or cheese head* It can be made up. Ghetto should be your last name, unless you have a really good reason.)
Age: (Should be around 11-28, surprised? People were considered of age a lot sooner in the past.)
Gender: (I don’t think you need help with this)
Physical Description: (No red hair or gizmos, this is based on the medieval age)
Personality: (Self explanatory…)
Reason: (why were you chosen? Are you good at getting food? Are you a strong pick-me-up who lucked out? Explain how you were chosen to go. This just needs to get to the point and doesn’t have to be long. It must be at least three sentences though.)
History: (This should not say you are from some distant land, be realistic. Might be good to include how your ancestors came here.)
Weapon: (what you were given, *like the metal part of a pitchfork, cannot be a sword bow or anything like that* You can switch weapons by raiding later on *like into a bow, sword or dagger* but remember, this is around the settings of medieval without all the thou art stereotypes)
Other: (No god powers, just something your person might like or do, like a habbit they’ve developed, this is optional)
Sample RPG: ( Something that you’ve typed up or done in past RPGs)
Spaces:
1) Bawooga
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
(More if more people actually want to join)
My sign up:
Name: Quintin Ghetto
Gender: Female, I’ll explain the name.
Age: 12
Physical Description: Quintin Ghetto is around 5’8”. She white/yellow hair that is long but not braided; her hair may look okay on the outside, but it’s a rat’s nest on the inside. Her skin is a pale off-white, with lots of freckles on her face from sun exposure. Quintin wears a sweater with faint color, from before her ancestors came to this town. Her pants are made of leather that a hunter took from an animal speared. She was in luck and wears shoes that were passed down from the prosperity of before. She has dirt under her fingernails, from working on things like digging in the ground for edible roots, and she doesn’t wash them. Her eyes are long wide and full of life; of the color green, and her cheeks have a faint pink tinge. Pic
Personality: Quintin is very childish and a tom boy, she likes to annoy everyone and win fights. She roughhouses and talks a lot. She likes to sing a lot and is talented. She hates ignorant people and often gets in fights over stupid things like someone saying a stupid thing. Although this, she is very smart and has a good instinct. She also likes to fling things into the air and is very energetic; this includes waking up.
Reason: Quintin was chosen because she is smart and has a good instinct. These make her a good planner, organizer, and helps to get out of tight situations. She knows also doesn’t lag the group since she does wake up on time and is very energetic.
History: Quintin was named a boy’s name because her father had hoped for a boy, and was disappointed to find out that his child was a girl. Since he was a stubborn, he named the baby girl Quintin and raised her a bit more like a son instead. Her family came to this land from hopes of gold and royal purple dye. They sold their old items and came here, started up a trade, and became very wealthy. Sadly for them, they came very close to when the raiders heard of the prosperity and stole strong hordes of their trade. They passed down their trade of fishing though (what they had done before coming here) and now Quintin knows how to fish.
Weapon: Since Quintin knows the basics of fishing, she was given a net. Who knows how she’ll fight with it, only raids will tell.
Other: Quintin has developed a way of wiggling her ear, she mostly does it to amuse people, and it doesn’t really help very much with anything else.
Sample RPG: This is something I typed up for a book report:
November, 1863
Frances Mary! Frances Mary!
Daniel died from an awful cold and I feel so sad. He helped out the union and he saved me and Miss. Hennessy and Mrs. Parker. But you don’t know them. Miss. Hennessy is a union spy and so is Mrs. Parker. Bushwackers attacked them and Mr. Parker. I don’t want to say what happened to him. I just wish the war would end. People say it will end soon but it won’t….Not until it gets worse. A few weeks ago bushwackers burned down the newspaper building and the man who published the paper just got out of there alive. And just three days ago, a union spy got hanged by them. I was lucky to notice that buggy go past us. There wasn’t much traffic in the part where Daniel and his mom and dad lived at. But that buggy followed Mrs. Hennessy and that worried me. Then to top it off another man on a horse comes the same way the buggy does. I told Danny I’d be gone but didn’t let him go because he was sick with a horrible cough and all. I borrowed Flash, the old horse, and went away, with no weapon, to warn Miss. Hennessy. But the bushwackers were already there and Miss. Hennessy was already tied up and the same with Mrs. Parker. But Mr. Parker was no where in sight. I was sat down by the bushwackers who said “we aint done nothin yet, kid.” He went somewhere then and we stayed there. Then I asked, “Where’s Mr. Parker?” almost afraid of the answer. And Mrs. Parker cried as Miss. Hennessy explained “they took him away,” in a whispered voice. I asked about hiding but to no avail. Then I asked about in the cellar but we wouldn’t be able to get out. I suddenly jumped up, half scared out of my wits, and slammed the cellar door yelled and opened it and hid behind it. the two men ran down and one cursed saying “she fell down the cellar!” he went in the cellar and the other one was following when I whammed the door on them but one stepped out of the way and opened the door for the other. they argued for a moment and then grinned. “that was a good idea,” sneered one, “so good that you should be in the cellar…when we burn up the house!” every thing seemed to be out of reach and out of hope when suddenly out came Danny! He yelled “I don’t think so sir!” I could sense he was scared out of his wits but he stood up, pointing that gun at them. One of them hesitated but the other pulled out an even bigger gun. Quicker than anyone could think Danny shot his gun at the man’s shooting hand and ordered me to pick up the gun. I did and we cornered them into the cellar. Danny started having a terrible coughing fit and I was worried out of my wits. But everything will be okay, somehow someday. But not until this dreaded war gets much worse.
Your loving sister…
Alright, so with that said, here are a few things to keep in mind:
I will be choosing the eight countries we go to and come back home.
I might make exceptions to your sign up, but, you MUST pm me first with an explanation that makes sense, and is worked on.
I know the name is bad, but I'm not very grand at titles.
Ghetto means the part of a city where poor people stay. Make sensse now?
I guess no one likes the RPG, Oh well...
I’ll add anything else asked here.
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