Do you have any experience with UO RP servers?: Yes in italian shard mostly and i played here a couple of years ago? maybe less
Are you 18 years or older?: yes
Have you read our rules?:yes
Character Portrait (optional):
Character name:Jortnaf Jostran
Character age: 20
Physical description of your character: He possesses a well-balanced physique, a perfect fusion of strength and agility. Standing at approximately 182 cm , he carries himself with a commanding presence, his toned and well-defined muscles a testament to years of rigorous martial training and the harsh life at sea.
His piercing azure eyes hold a glimmer of both determination and rebellion, reflecting the contrast between his noble warrior lineage and his insatiable thirst for freedom. His golden-blond hair, slightly wavy, frames a face marked by sharp, chiseled features—an inheritance of his aristocratic bloodline from Warsend. Over time, the relentless sun and salty winds of the sea have tanned his once-fair skin, setting him apart from the pristine complexion of Stonewall’s elite.
Despite his noble bearing, his appearance now bears the traces of an untamed life—faint scars run along his arms and torso, each a memory of duels and skirmishes fought in the unpredictable waters of the open sea. His movements are fluid and deliberate, displaying the reflexes of a man who has learned to fight under any circumstance, where survival depends as much on cunning as on strength.
Notable personality traits or skills: he is eccentric and lie a lot
Where is your character coming from?
In the heart of Stonewall, within its grand capital of Warsend, a boy was born into privilege and expectation. His name was Jortnaf Jostran. His family, one of influence and legacy, had a long line of war heroes, their achievements immortalized upon the family's honor wall—a tradition among the elite of Warsend. Before he could even walk, a space had been reserved for him, a silent promise that he too would bring honor and prestige to their name.
Jortnaf had all the makings of a perfect warrior. His balanced yet powerful physique, piercing blue eyes, and golden hair made him an ideal candidate for Stonewall’s disciplined military tradition. He trained in combat from an early age, excelling in both swordplay and strategy. But despite his natural talent, Jortnaf was never truly invested in the rigid principles that defined his homeland. While others embraced the discipline and duty expected of them, he longed for something different—freedom, excitement, and the unpredictability of life beyond the walls of Warsend.
His defiance grew more pronounced as he aged. While his peers were consumed by their training, he sought escape—exploring forbidden corners of the city, listening to travelers’ tales, and indulging in reckless acts of rebellion. His parents, exasperated by his refusal to conform, decided that harsher measures were needed. In a last-ditch effort to mold him into the warrior he was meant to be, they sent him to The Hollers.
The Hollers, a remote military academy, was where only the most gifted warriors trained, preparing for lives dedicated to war and service. Its relentless discipline and grueling routines were meant to forge legends, producing warriors who embodied Stonewall’s ideals. For Jortnaf, however, it was a prison. No matter how strict the training or how brutal the punishments, he refused to be shaped into something he was not.
Determined to forge his own path, Jortnaf did the unthinkable—he escaped. In the dead of night, he fled The Hollers, finding passage on a merchant vessel and vanishing into the vast expanse of the sea. For years, he roamed from port to port, embracing a life of adventure, piracy, and danger. He honed his skills not through structure and order but through the chaos of the unknown.
How did your character find themselves in jail awaiting trial?
One night, in a seedy tavern at a distant port, Jortnaf found himself caught in a brawl with a group of local mercenaries. Words turned to insults, insults to drawn swords, and within moments, the tavern became a battlefield. Though skilled in combat, he was outnumbered, and before he could escape, the city guards stormed into the chaos. Overpowered and dragged away in chains, he was thrown into a damp cell, with the promise of a harsh punishment at dawn.
