This is not a Server RP. If you thought it was, please tie rope around feet and plunge self into river. For several hours.

IC Thread will go here when I feel like it:

You may be asking yourself, "What the heck, Black. You got your Doritos, all over my sauce." But, look at yourself. Now back at me. Now back at yourself. Now back at me. Sadly, you can't be me, but you can smell like me, now look back at yourself. My post is now a Forum RP.
Now, let it continue.

Basic Plot

You awake one day. It's cold. Like always. Slowly, you limp yourself out of your bed, and then get dressed. You edge down the hallway of the creaky floorboards, and then down the stairs. While passing the door, you peer out the window. Of course, you're only greeted by snow. Like always. After a good breakfast, you sling on some heavy coats and a pack and you head outside. It's still dark out. Though, not much chance of ever seeing the sun anyway. You can feel the pavement underneath even your heavy boots, and it leads to several other lit up houses. One in particular, built on the side of the mountain nearby. You force yourself over to that building, in which you enter quickly. After you take off the several layers of now unnecessary clothing, you head into the mine slowly, but not without turning around to look outside once more before your long day in the mine begins. You anticipate to see the same old, cold, boring, sadistic, starving town like always, but that's not the reality.

You see the violence in its eyes as it tears apart buildings, kills families, and sets things ablaze and frozen. In terror, you can't move. The sheer fear strikes the marrow in your bones and you collapse onto the ground. Your first instinct is to stay there in fear. But you override it and you flee. Flee deep into the mine. Only several days later would you return out. With only smoldering ashes, corpses torn by the wind. Your town has been destroyed, by a single moment. A dragon's attack ends the life of a hundred easily.

In an arctic tundra, "tribes" of people roam it, and establish villages. They brave the cold, and they set up trademark industries of the different parts of the tundra. Mining, farming, forestry, all that. Of course, the biggest problem is in the eye of the beast. Once the gaze of a dragon meets the sight of the town you love and hold-dear... Well, I'd rather not describe it. Of course, one might be foolish enough to try to track and hunt down these beasts. But almost none prevail.

On the very edge of the tundra lies some snowy meadows. Not many have ever been there to enjoy the minus twelve temperature. But, when you try pressing on pass those meadows, you only find yourself going backwards. No one can ever pass this point. Ever.

Rules

1.) You may not Meta-game or God-mod. Those are forbidden.
2.) The acceptors' ruling is final. You only get three chances to sign up, so be very wise about it.
3.) Your character cannot be OP or perfect. That means you can't be so beautiful that people worship your every step and you can't be so strong that you can kill a dragon with a single punch. Also, you can't be a silly little orphan unless your backstory is SUPER amazing.
4.) Do not swear your head off. This isn't your new favorite episode of some random reality T.V. show.
5.) Use proper grammar and spelling, or else I'll get Pundanar on you.

Application Format

Humans/Elves/Ect.
[b]Full Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Species:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Backstory:[/b]
[b]Family:[/b]
[b]Tribe:[/b]
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[b]Anything Else?[/b]

Dragons/Beasts/Ect.
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Species:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Backstory:[/b]
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[b]Affinity Towards Others:[/b]
[b]Is There Any Lore or Tales About Said Beast?[/b]
[b]Anything Else?[/b]

Accepterers:
Black and his FABULOUS haircut.