Fourm Roleplay

(( Hey guys, just making a fourm rp so people could be more idealistic with their characters here.
By the way, if your just joining the roleplay fill this out in parenthesis, and your haracter has to be alive in the server :3
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description: (Just put what you look like and your skills in here)
Race:
You may also add an image if you wish))

Name: Logan
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Desc: 6'0 little on the muscular side, intelligent, engineer, martial artist, and is able to manipulate fire and electricity to his will.
Race: Human

He sat at a table in Karoo's tavern across from the cashier having a bowl of ramen to eat, wondering when he'll see someone come to the tavern.

Name: Ark
Age:35
Gender: Male
Desc: 6'4 with wiry muscle. A bit oldschool. Trained assassin, able to spin himself amid his cloaks and shroud his position.
Race: Human

Walks into the tavern, spying the other man there, and sits one table away as he begins sharpening various knives from within his cloaks.

Stared at the man for a bit, then continued to eat his ramen waiting for someone else to come.

Grunts, continuing to sharpen knives while watching the entrance.

Name:Mirajane
Age:23
Gender: Female
Description: 5'9, incredible scientist and engineer, martial artist, is able to manipulate water, ice, and air to her will.
Race: Human

She walked into the tavern waving to Ark, then joining her brother Logan to eat ramen. She begins chatting quietly to her brother while still eating ramen.

Waves, finally recognizing the others. Hello.

She smiled and asked him to sit next to them.

Ark puts his knives carefully into sheathes on the insides of his cloaks, then moves to sit with the others.

She then said: "Would you like something to eat? Logan's paying" She smiled mischievously.

"I'm fine, thank you." Ark looks towards the door, cautiously. "How have you two been?"

She reponded, " I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" She smiled and turned to her brother.

He says,"I'm doing great as well, how's your day going so far Ark?"

"Well, thank you. It seems a bit empty here for this time of day. I am just glad that none of the guardforce is here, the lot are all Avos's lackeys." Ark again glances at the entrance, then back and seems to relax.

"Is it always this empty in Karoo?" He asked while finishing his ramen.

"This is often the busiest city on the planet, this building being very popular. The emptiness is.....unsettling. I am not sure what rules the guard captan put in place before his death, but a curfew wouldn't surprise me." Ark glances at the barkeep, who doesn't seem bothered by the lack of customers. "An oddity for sure."

(just to check... HAVE ANY OF YOU ACTULY FOURUM RPED?. it is more than 'then she said "ya da ya da"' gawd!)

(( Join and create some conflict ))

Name: Captain Richardson
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Description: brown hair, one eye. red jacket and followed by a small robot guy.
Race: Human

(is dipper your sister soul)

(( yea, in rp )

"Just who's this guard captain you speak of?"

"Richardson. And I'm not positive that he's dead, but he was injured to my knowledge. He's psychotic, violent, and a good shot. He killed the android that was also vying for the position, though to be fair it was a duel. Over all, he's not one to be trusted." Ark fidgets a bit, then becomes quite and seems to contemplate something.

Richardson woke up from his hidy hole. his brother had come and fixed him up and he was ready to go for a drink. he went through the door and started at the patrons "out a bit late arnt we?"

Ark turns around calmly in his seat, then says in a neutral tone "The barkeep doesn't seem to mind, nor yourself. Why should we?"