Fantasy Role-Play

Name: Ezreal Winters
Age: 19
Looks: Golden-Brown Hair, Pale Skin, Sapphire Eyes, Medium-Built
Personality:Easy-going, Witty, Friendly
Race: Human
Skills: Forging weapons, Spells and Daggers
Bio: He is a blacksmith at town, now wanting to live a peacefully life after the war.

 

(accepted )

 

"Which makes you dangerous. They could have healed by themselves."

-I squint my eyes, still on guard-

 

Rogue:
-holds Sammie protectively- I won't let anyone hurt you

 

Frost:
Haven't you heard mate?
We killed the devil, there can't be any war 

 

(Can he be Sam's cousin? They both have the same last name)

 

-Whimpers in her arms-

 

Frost:
You think I just happend to appear here?
I teleported here to stop that bully, and I did my job, now put your dagger down

 

(Sure)
Ezreal:"Ah... Out of wood!"

-picks up his axe and sets off to the forest-

 

-I slowly put away my dagger. My body relaxed as it was tensed a few moments ago-

"Sorry. I get really defensive if i sense danger "

 

Alida

-sitting up against a tree, planting flowers around her with her fairy powers-

 

Rogue:
-strokes Sammie's hair- shhh it's okay

 

-Falls asleep-

 

Ok, Sam, will you be okay if we go?

 

Ezreal: -walks into the forest examining the trees-

"50 years... 40years..."

 

Great, she's asleep

*puts my head against hers*
There, I sent her a telepathic message, when she wakes up it will be as if I'm talking to her

 

Alida

-looks up seeing a guy with an axe, tenses, sliding to hide behind a tree-

 

(Alida is a fairy...how small!?)

Ezreal: "25years...! Just nice!"

-takes out my axe and starts chopping-

 

Rogue:
We can't just leave her Frost. What if he comes back?

 

-I see the sun going down. I gasp-

"I have to go! Sorry."

-I sprint towards my house but bumped into a girl(Alida) instead-