...I don't think that arena would be possible...

Lol. You choose something.

Well, do you want to fight in a sort of urban area, or would you rather a wilderness setting?

Wilderness, I guess.

Snowy mountains alright with you then?

Sure.

Alright. I'll get my bio in an hour or so. I have something to attend. If you have a bio ready, you can just post that now.

Edit: Turns out I'm not leaving for like 20 minutes, but I won't be back until 9 or 10, my time.

I'm back for a short while, but I haven't finished my profile...

Me neither. What's required for this?

...I probably should have set guidelines.

Uhh... Let's go with:

Name:
Gender:
Appearance:
Abilities:
Background:

Is background really necessary? <.<

Are these questions really necessary?

Probably not, but it would make the bio eligible for other RPs...

@Thai: You bet!

Post your BIO first please.

Username: Kerim

Name: Daryl Gordan

Gender: Male

Appearance: Sports about 1.5 feet of dark hair, the bangs messily hanging over his eyes and face. Usually has dark bags under his eyes, from lack of sleep. His irises are a light shade of brown. His chin is small, and he has a fairly pointed nose. He wears a thin, thread undershirt, with sleeves that come to a small cuff on the wrist. Over this he wears a thin metal plate, hardly offering much protection. His shoulder armor is strapped to his torso by leather strips. He has worn, dusty leather pants, and boots that sport metal toes.
His armor are 2 metal plates, less than 3/16th's of an inch thick. There is one on both sides of his his torso. The one on the front, is constantly being battered, and is full of dents and the edges are rusted on both pieces. He has shoulder armor of the same thickness, loosely attached to the rest. He also has metal knee pads, strapped by leather wrapped around his pant legs.
His wyvern is a maroon color, with a dark leather saddle on his back. His tail has a poisoned metal tip on it. His teeth are sharpened, and the edges of his wings are torn, from rough adventures alone in the wild. It wears a metal head guard with a spike on the end, poisoned like the tail. His eyes are a knowing shade of green. His ears come to a small point.

Abilities: Very swift on the back of his mount. Superb axe skills, but has little armor.

Background: As a young boy, he lived in a small town. He used to hunt for the local meat keep, and his preferred weapon was a axe. He began with small rabbits, but grew to tackle larger prey, until at 17 he managed to defeat a bear in fierce combat. He came back to the town, ravaged, but alive. His father was incredibly proud. This same day, a group of wyvern riders passed through the town. Fascinated, the young man came to investigate.
He asked them all kinds of questions, asking how old he had to be to join, how to take care of the wyverns, and if it was easy to ride them. He was told he had to be 18, and was given a small tutorial on how to take care of and ride one. He decided that the day he turned 18, he would join this group. On his eighteenth birthday, the group of wyvern riders came back, and he left the town, to join them. He learned quickly, and quickly became an experienced flyer. 2 years later, he returned to his small town, to find it raided and burned by bandits, his father dead.
He left the group of wyverns, and traveled by himself, in grief.