I’m starting a gothic/medieval RP. That means, swords, spells, castles, elves, dwarves and so on.
Now, for the rules:

1. No god modding.
2. No hyper character speed and no super weapons and especially no killing enemies in a blink of an eye. This too is god modding but some people tend not to consider it that way.
3. Do not, and I mean DO NOT in any way or fashion control somebody else’s character. Not even a hand shake. If you want to shake someone’s hand, you write something like “He offered him his hand.” and then you wait for him to respond. You get the picture.
4. Two paragraphs minimal or an ample one. Also, try not to make spelling mistakes.
5. You may control NPCs made up by you or other “lesser” ones but the main NPCs are controlled by me. That means the NPCs who are deeply involved in the plot.
6. Try not to make too many OOC posts. They are allowed, but do not flood the RP with them. For any trivial questions PM me.
7. No demons, half-demons, celestials and such. You get the picture.
8. No absurd fights. If you’re going to fight with NPCs, elaborate it fully.
9. When you make your profile and post it, do not post anything ICly within it. Instead, make a new post.

I think I wrote all the rules I had in mind. Now for the character profiles.

NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
RACE:
CLASS:
COUNTRY OF BIRTH:
JOB (if any):
APPEARANCE:

DO NOT add anything else like background and weapons or any other kind of information. Try and present your character’s background ICly. Same thing goes for weapons. Describe them ICly.
I won’t make my profile yet, hence I’ll start the RP, in a rather abstract fashion. Just follow the rules and have a good time.

Background Story:

The continent of Prafyr is made up of four nations. Gedhon (capital Gedh) to the north, Formelia (capital Arvael) to the east, Tharia (the largest one, capital Marvor) in the south and the middle of the continent and Hasfiria (capital Hasii) to the west. The continent itself is surrounded by fierce waters and winds making it impossible to travel to the other continents and vise versa. Presumably, all nations are in peace but the common folk can never guess what politics is about to cause.

Recently, there have been a number of raids on merchant caravans which were traveling to the capital city of Tharia, Marvor. Tharia’s provinces, from which the caravans have been traveling from, are starting to get hesitant. If they totally lose their wits and stop delivering goods, Tharia’s economy may drop substantially which would be ghastly for the peoples that inhabit her lands. The reason for that is because Tharia holds the upper hand on the continent. If she falters, all hell might brake loose.

In the throne room, king of Tharia, Thar was sitting on the throne with a worried look on his face. It has been twenty four years since he became king and during all that time peace enveloped the continent of Prafyr. Of course there were some dissidences with other nations, but all of them were dealt with without war. Now it was different, he felt it deep inside. Only one caravan out of five would be able to deliver the goods to the capital, which was very bad. Many nobles have started to complain because their luxury ways of life are endangered. Nobles have a great influence, especially when the House of Nobles was established. That house has been given a great political power. Much like a senate, although the king is above them and they had no control over the armies. But, all noble families have an elite guard. Devotion and vehemence are the characteristics of those elite guards, which obviously, along with a great arsenal of weapons and quality armour, make them fierce and strong adversaries.

Beside the king, wearing full-plate, light blue armour and a white cloak, was a young, broad-shouldered, blond-haired young man with a flawless face. A knight under the service of the king. Loyal, pious, devoted, he stood beside and followed around his king for the last four years, ever since he was knighted. Seeing king’s worried face he crouches and looks at his face.

“My liege, please tell me what troubles your mind.”
King Thar winces as he was dwelling deep in his mind. He looks at the young man like a father looks at his son. “Many things Samuel… many things. But these raids trouble me greatly.”
“Is there anything I can do to ease your worries my liege?” His thick eyebrows arose expressing his sadness.
“Send for general Averey.”

Samuel rises and turns his head to face one of the two guards who have been posted to guard the throne room door. “Soldier Dunstan! Bring general Averey at once!”
“Yes sir.” The soldier responded confidently and left the throne room in a hurry.