OOC: IGN: Kumbi Age: 15 Why us?: I really like roleplay servers and this server has 20+ people on all the time so I told myself "why not?" Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Planet MC has been down for a while. I can't really vote for this server YET Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing can be a hobby or action, in which a person totally submerges themselves into another world, taking the role of another person that's completely different from their real-world character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is using OOC facts (like saying "I'm from new york") while in character. This isn't allowed when role-playing because the character that one is roleplaying as shouldn't know these factors. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is when a person "overpowers" themselves in a roleplay event, or roleplaying in general. Basically, he/she will say something like *stabs player and player dies* without having the other player have a say in the roleplay event. Powergaming can go from something like that, or anything else in particular in which a player gives themselves total control of the roleplay
IC: Name: Grille Arborstone Nickname: Grille Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Cloaked man with an emblem on his forehead. Nobody knows his exact face. Dark brown eyes. Medium muscle tone. 5"9 height. Hair Color: Brown Personality: Very quiet young man. Doesn't talk to anyone, not even during a battle. Finishes fights quickly, and to the point. Very frightening when serious.
In-game RP Fight example: Bandit: *jumps out from bush and makes a surprise attack* Grille: *quickly dodges the bandit and unsheathes sword* Bandit: "Your sack! Give me all your money and items in that sack, or I'll kill you!" Grille: *stays quiet* ... Bandit: "What are you? Some deaf fool? I said give me all your items!" Grille: *frowns at bandit* ... Bandit: "Thats it!" *rushes towards Grille and strikes with his sword Grille: *Fends off the bandit's attack with a parry* ... Bandit: "Not bad kid.. But not good enough!" *starts attacking Grille with a barrage of sword slashes* Grille: *gets wounded on the left shoulder and grunts quietly in pain* Bandit: "That's right child, fall down in agony!" *prepares to wield his final strike* Grille: *Quickly gets up and stabs the bandit in his stomach* ... Bandit: "Ugh! you got me.. but.. How did you.. ughhhhh" *lays flat on his back* Grille: *Ties up bandit and brings him to the city where the royal guard will take care of him* Grille: *inside his head* "Don't you dare try to steal from me. I'm no mere warrior. I'm Grille, the bounty hunter!"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
After the dragon Mirmulnir attacked his hometown in Tamriel, Grille and his clan decided to migrate to Akavir where businesses were booming, and where their economic, and social lives would have no problems. Grille was a young boy at the age of Ten when Mirmulnir attacked. Most of his clan died, including his two brothers Gonivas, and Corvo. Luckily, Grille's father and the rest of his clan's fighting men were able to weaken Mirmulnir to the point where he was forced to flee for safety. Although, not all was just to Grille and his father. Grille lost his two brothers and his mother was not to be found in the town afterwards. Unknown of her state, Grille and his father Lyon came to the conclusion that she was burnt to ashes, and never to be seen again... Two days after preparing to leave their hometown, the clan set off to Akavir. They knew it was going to be a long journey ahead of them, so they merged clans and made a caravan for protection. However, this protection proved to no avail, when the clan reached the plains, a huge guild of bandits raid their caravan. The fighting men of both clans in the caravan could not fend off against them, and all of them, including Lyon, died. Lyon told Grille to run back and hide in any place he can find when he saw the men rushing down towards the caravan, and so, Grille hid on top of a tree and watched as his own clan burned to ashes. From that day on, Grille became silent in respect to everyone that died on that day. Grille was founded by a travelling man named Cubellios. Cubellios takes Grille with him and they both travel to Akavir. When they reached Akavir, Cubellios invites Grille into his cousin's home for the meantime, and Grille accepts his kind offer. There, Cubellios learns of Grille's story and trains him as a silent warrior for protection in the future. At the age of 15, Grille sets off to find his own dwelling, and profession, and he and Cubellios finally part ways... Grille was not to be seen by Cubellios again.
Five years after Grille left, he finds a strange cloaked woman in the marketplace. Grille had this intuition that it was a survivor from his clan. He followed her the whole day without her noticing, and when they were finally alone, he decided to confront her. Grille goes up to her and turns her around. The woman's face shocked Grille.. The woman was his mother. Grille runs away in shock and the woman sees his birthmark on his left hand and bursts into tears "My dear Grille.. If only I could tell you about what happened to me" A month later, Grille decides to become a Bandit Hunter. Now, Grille searches the land for high bounty bandits for money (half of which he sends to Cubellios) and make a living. He now lives in a small house that fits to his needs and works for the Royal Guard at Akavir. After one day of hard work, Grille hears a knock on his door. When he opened the door, it was the woman with his mother's face, bleeding from her abdomen. "Grille, it's your mother. Help me. They're coming. Run!" "Mother, what are you talking about? Why are you bleeding?! Mo-" Then all of a sudden, an arrow pierces through her head. "Grille, take this" She gives him a piece of parchment paper with information about where she lived along with a key. "take everything in my dwelling, you're not safe here, RUN" Then a group of men come out of the shadows and try to attack Grille, but he quickly brings his mother into his home and gives her an improper burial under a blanket. He then grabs his cloak, sword, and pouch and sets off the back door. He then watched from a distance as his house was burned by the men. He noticed the words they spoke, a secret language of a huge bandit guild..The same guild that attacked his clan when he was a young boy. Grille sets off to the place that his mother told him to go. When he got there, he used the key to open the door, and found an armor holder with a dark blue cloak on it, some iron boots, and a dark green mask. Next to it, was a table with an iron sword and a bow with a quiver of 12 arrows. A note was left on it saying "This was your brother's.. Use it wisely". He takes the equipment and the cloak and wears it. He then reads the other side of the note, it said "Grille, on the day when the dragon attacked our town, I fled when I heard its roar. I panicked, and I left in fear without telling any of you. As I was running, a group of men took me in as their house maid. It was unknown to me that they were a part of a bandit guild, and they used me. I knew the clan would make a Caravan to Akavir because it was an emergency plan I made for us in case something like that ever happened. They tortured me until I told them where you and the clan could be found. Today, I just killed my master by putting poison in his cup. They're out after me now. When you find this Grille, I want to say I'm sorry for not being there, and that I love you..." This burst Grille into tears. From that day on, he decided to get rid of the Bandit Guild, and avenge his clan, his father, and especially his mother.
Skooma Kills!
DENIED
Read the lore. It sets a time frame, eighty years after the events in TES 4
You have to make it where you have just arrived, or are on your way to Akavir, in your backstory.
OOC:
IGN:Knight_Vector
Age:16
Why us?:I am massive fan of your previous Fallout server, after seeing what great RP experience you can deliver i said why not give this server a go!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but as soon as I post this application I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Essentially playing a role. Acting so to speak, pretending to be someone you are not and playing the part correctly.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Having powers that you should not have. Doing something that you should not be able to do.
IC:
Name:Ulrik
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:34
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: 5"11", in shape, brown eyes and blonde hair.He generally likes to keep his face covered. He is lean and muscluar however his muscle mass is not above average.
Personality: He is a silent man at first but when you get to know him he opens up. He will defend what he believes is right to his very last breathe
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: *points dagger towards the Old Man* Why that's a mighty fine golden ring you have there...mind if I have it?
Old Man: *Wearily and full of fear* Of....of course..*slowly pulls off his ring and puts his hand forward to hand the ring over*
City Guard: *turns to see the Old Man being robbed* You! Stop right there!
Thief:*Darts down the street with the ring in hand*
City Guard:*Pulls a arrow out of his quiver, "loads" his bow, and takes aim*
Thief:*arrogantly* Hehe! Thanks for the ring!
City Guard:*Shoots the arrow at the Thief's leg*
Thief:*Is struck in the leg by the arrow*
City Guard: *Walks over to the wounded Thief* Was that ring worth getting an arrow in your leg?
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Ulrik was born in Skyrim during the Great War. Due to the Great War his family had fallen into poverty and they could barely survive on the money they were making. At a young age Ulrik began working with his father, a hunter, in order to bring some more food to the table. By starting work at such a young age Ulrik become physically fit. As Ulrik grew older he began to see how the Great War had negatively affected his family. He began to become greatly unsatisfied with his family’s income and believed they deserved a better life. However there were not many job opportunities. Due to the lack of jobs Ulrik began to find ways to make money in illegal ways such a thievery. Time passed and Ulrik’s skills as a thief grew. Despite becoming wealthy Ulrik’s greed was not satisfied with all the thing he had stolen over the years. One day he caught word of a new land which was filled with wealth, Akavir. Driven by his greed Ulrik left home and set sail to Akavir in the hopes of finding wealth.
(I apologize for the shortness of my application, I am not a very good application writer but I assure you I am a good Rper)
OOC:
IGN:Knight_Vector
Age:16
Why us?:I am massive fan of your previous Fallout server, after seeing what great RP experience you can deliver i said why not give this server a go!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but as soon as I post this application I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Essentially playing a role. Acting so to speak, pretending to be someone you are not and playing the part correctly.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Having powers that you should not have. Doing something that you should not be able to do.
IC:
Name:Ulrik
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:34
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: 5"11", in shape, brown eyes and blonde hair.He generally likes to keep his face covered. He is lean and muscluar however his muscle mass is not above average.
Personality: He is a silent man at first but when you get to know him he opens up. He will defend what he believes is right to his very last breathe
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: *points dagger towards the Old Man* Why that's a mighty fine golden ring you have there...mind if I have it?
Old Man: *Wearily and full of fear* Of....of course..*slowly pulls off his ring and puts his hand forward to hand the ring over*
City Guard: *turns to see the Old Man being robbed* You! Stop right there!
Thief:*Darts down the street with the ring in hand*
City Guard:*Pulls a arrow out of his quiver, "loads" his bow, and takes aim*
Thief:*arrogantly* Hehe! Thanks for the ring!
City Guard:*Shoots the arrow at the Thief's leg*
Thief:*Is struck in the leg by the arrow*
City Guard: *Walks over to the wounded Thief* Was that ring worth getting an arrow in your leg?
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Ulrik was born in Skyrim during the Great War. Due to the Great War his family had fallen into poverty and they could barely survive on the money they were making. At a young age Ulrik began working with his father, a hunter, in order to bring some more food to the table. By starting work at such a young age Ulrik become physically fit. As Ulrik grew older he began to see how the Great War had negatively affected his family. He began to become greatly unsatisfied with his family’s income and believed they deserved a better life. However there were not many job opportunities. Due to the lack of jobs Ulrik began to find ways to make money in illegal ways such a thievery. Time passed and Ulrik’s skills as a thief grew. Despite becoming wealthy Ulrik’s greed was not satisfied with all the thing he had stolen over the years. One day he caught word of a new land which was filled with wealth, Akavir. Driven by his greed Ulrik left home and set sail to Akavir in the hopes of finding wealth.
(I apologize for the shortness of my application, I am not a very good application writer but I assure you I am a good Rper)
Skooma kills!
I have fixed my application
Alright.
Background: Our story takes place 80 years afters skyrim. You'd be over 100 years old.
Power-gaming definition: Still wrong, check accepted applications for reference.
Thank you for looking this over, but for now: denied.
Background: Our story takes place 80 years afters skyrim. You'd be over 100 years old.
Power-gaming definition: Still wrong, check accepted applications for reference.
Thank you for looking this over, but for now: denied.
Um He was born during the Great War which i believe is plausible unless everyone in Skryim was murdered during the Great War and i literally copied the definition over from a accepted application
Here's the definition again anyways Power-gaming is doing something another player has no chance to defend himself from. It is doing things that are not do-able in minecraft like killing someone in one hit.
Akavir Is Set 80 Years After Skyrim,But Its Possible That They Are Still Fighting.
A Bit More On Her Child Hood
Declined
A Bit More Talking In Your RP Example
Slavery Was Not Allowed In The Empire For Many Years
Declined
Say How He Got To Akavir
Declined
Expand On Your RP Example
Sir,He Could Not Be A Sir Unless He Is A Knight
Improve On Your Grammar
Explain More Of Your Power Gaming
Read The Rules
John Is Not A Lore Friendly Name
You Can Not Be In A Faction
Declined
Meta Gaming And Power Gaming Are Wrong
Nords Don't Have Dark Skin
Explain More On Your Child Hood
Expand On Your IG RP Example
Improve Your Grammar
Say How You Got To Akavir
Declined
For your reply to Fireball, the war is still going
IGN: jack1ooo
Age: 15
Why us?: I just want a RP server and my friend recommended you so i thought why not?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but i will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: An experience where you adopt a role for the purposes of entertainment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character information for your own advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To give your character unfair and overpowered abilities for your own advantage
IC:
Name: Jahovah Whitley
Nickname: (Optional) none
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer, High elf
Appearance: 5 foot and 8 inches tall, weights 10 stone, medium-long blond hair, olive green eyes, smooth and shaven face, flesh is a pale white colour skin and has a small weak and thin build.
Personality: Is shy and nervous around strangers but is usally happy, immature and kind.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) - Has encountered a wild omega wolf (outcasted wolf)
- "Jahovah draws his iron dagger"
- "Omega wolf lets out an intimating snarl"
- "Jahovah flinches in fear"
- "The omega wolf bears it's fangs and lunges at Jahovah"
- "Jahovah screams in fear and slashes wildly at the wolf"
- "The omega wolf has it's face scratched with the blade below it's left eye"
- "Jahovah stops screaming and holds the dagger in a defensive position but is still scared"
- "The omega wolf senses Jahovah's fear and leaps toward jahovah"
- " "why won't you leave me alone?!?" Jahovah shouts while the wolf tackles him to the ground"
- "Jahovah screams in pain as he hold's the wolf's head away from his face while his arm gushes with blood from the deep bite wounds"
- "Jahovah's dagger had been knocked aside earlier so he decides to swiftly thrush his arms sidewards"
- "The omega wolf's neck snaps with a pleasuring crack"
- "Jahovah is triumphant and does an amusing dance on the wolf's corpse"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
In the mystic land of Skyrim beyond the Throat of the World, to the south of the Riverwood there is a small and poor farming village that not many people know about. This village is called Jarrow and it's in this small village in which an Altmer family known as the Whitley's. This family owns a small amount of land which they use to grow carrots and a strange mutated plant known as dylanisum which is an alchemical ingredient used for poison. The person known as Jahovah lives at this farm with his mother and father, Medusa and Adolf or "chuckles" as he has a wonderful sense of humor. Jahovah's parents are very friendly and are both farmers and alchemists. However even though Jahovah enjoys alchemy and farming, he enjoys learning about history and certain bard songs. Jack wants to journey around the would especially to Akavir because he want to experience all different cultures, learn about their history, alchemy and bring what he calls "great tuneage" to everyone like his hero's Freddy Mercury, Rick Astley and Jesus Christ.
Jahovah was able to travel to Akavir because his father though that it would be "A wonderful experience for travel the world and meet new people, and if he finds any fit women this wa...." which was where Jahovah's mother cut his father off. Jahovah just made it around to Akavir by finding herbs and plants to trap animals for food and to make into potions to sell.
Skooma Kills!
Where in Skyrim was he born? Name a REAL city/town
Name is not lore friendly (includes last name)
Parents need lore friendly names
None of his heroes exist in TES
How did he find out about Akavir?
Akavir is over sea, he could not walk there
Longer personality
Denied
There are many other things wrong. I suggests making another app and making it serious.
OOC:
IGN:fireball10125
Age:17
Why us?:I was recomemded by nolanwashere
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Takeing on the character, that is not one's self.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: That could be easily defined by useing outside
information with in the context of gameplay. (Ie: After you have beaten any Legend of
Zelda game and then know all the puzzles)
Define Power-gaming in your words: It could be best defined as being overly powerful,
using forced actions such as your example of "Slits throat" over "Atempts to slit throat"
IC:
Name: Rosalyn
Nickname: Jo-Rosa, Rosa, Jo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Appearance: Rosalyn has light blue eyes, and mid-tone skin. Her hair goes to around her
mid back, and is dark brown in color. She is of average height, and has a busty build. She
tends to dress modestly.
Personality: Introvertive, preferring to deal with her works than most Men or Mer. Prone to
joke around when comfortable
In-game RP example:
Rosa:*In store pruning a small tree that is beginning to bear small fruits*
*A wounded man enters the store hacking up blood*
Rosa:Hello how may I- *She notices the mans condition* Come to the back rom sir.
*The man follows slowly stumbling*
Rosa Please take a seat sir, I need to see what is wrong with you*She scans a bookshelf
picking up a tome on illness flicking it through passages looking for something. Her eyes
still in the book* When did this happen?
Man:*Slowly, with long and often pauses to try to breath* I got stabbed in the streets
Rosa*Dropping the book.* WAit here, sir I need to get some gauze and salves. Please try
not to move. *She rushes out of the room while tying her hair back. She runs back in with
the medicine to find the man has been stabbed in the neck, and her window broken* Wha-
what?*Mortified she drops the items and checks for the pulse of the man unable to find any
life signs she searches for any evidence to who he was before nervously going to report
the murder to the guards*
Background: Rosalyn grew up in a merchant family, she was trained in the the family trade
of alchemy. She holds an affinity for plants, and a high tolerance of dirt. At age 15 she
was sent around The Empire to learn about the common plants of each province, as well as
how to care for them. During which she would take any opportunity to learn what she could.
In Skyrim she looked in to the rise of the Stormcloak rebellion. The rest of the research
she did is unimportant other than a somewhat decent understanding of the Kajiit's culture.
She enjoyed her time in the libraries of knowledge in Mage Collages, and swore to her
self she shall join one when she had mastered the way of plants. When she was on the eve
of her 17th year she was to take over the apothecary((Sorry I have no spell check and I'm
99.99% sure I'll forget to look at the spelling)) in her home land of Cyrodiil, and her
mother to retire from keeping the shop, as was tradition. When a group of thugs came to
the store and set it ablaze taking her family's lives, and wealth, both in knowledge and
gold, with it. With nothing anchoring her home, aside from a few relations she set out to
wander and sort her mind.
She settled in Elswyr and settled in a port city, and studied the culture of the
Kajiit. She eventually fell into favor with a Kajiit and Argonian, who both believed
themselves to be the other's race, and eventually lived with them. The Kajiit was a tavern
wench and told Rosalyn, who she called Jo-Rosa, stories of a colony rebirthed away from the
Dominion. Deciding that the ongoing conflicts of Man, Mer, and Beast was not one she
wanted to be part of she chose to leave on a ship headed to Akvir, to find a wealth of
knowledge and start her family fortune anew.
OOC:
IGN:fireball10125
Age:17
Why us?:I was recomemded by nolanwashere
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Takeing on the character, that is not one's self.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: That could be easily defined by useing outside
information with in the context of gameplay. (Ie: After you have beaten any Legend of
Zelda game and then know all the puzzles)
Define Power-gaming in your words: It could be best defined as being overly powerful,
using forced actions such as your example of "Slits throat" over "Atempts to slit throat"
IC:
Name: Rosalyn
Nickname: Jo-Rosa, Rosa, Jo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Appearance: Rosalyn has light blue eyes, and mid-tone skin. Her hair goes to around her
mid back, and is dark brown in color. She is of average height, and has a busty build. She
tends to dress modestly.
Personality: Introvertive, preferring to deal with her works than most Men or Mer. Prone to
joke around when comfortable
In-game RP example:
Rosa:*In store pruning a small tree that is beginning to bear small fruits*
*A wounded man enters the store hacking up blood*
Rosa:Hello how may I- *She notices the mans condition* Come to the back rom sir.
*The man follows slowly stumbling*
Rosa Please take a seat sir, I need to see what is wrong with you*She scans a bookshelf
picking up a tome on illness flicking it through passages looking for something. Her eyes
still in the book* When did this happen?
Man:*Slowly, with long and often pauses to try to breath* I got stabbed in the streets
Rosa*Dropping the book.* WAit here, sir I need to get some gauze and salves. Please try
not to move. *She rushes out of the room while tying her hair back. She runs back in with
the medicine to find the man has been stabbed in the neck, and her window broken* Wha-
what?*Mortified she drops the items and checks for the pulse of the man unable to find any
life signs she searches for any evidence to who he was before nervously going to report
the murder to the guards*
Background: Rosalyn grew up in a merchant family, she was trained in the the family trade
of alchemy. She holds an affinity for plants, and a high tolerance of dirt. At age 15 she
was sent around The Empire to learn about the common plants of each province, as well as
how to care for them. During which she would take any opportunity to learn what she could.
In Skyrim she looked in to the rise of the Stormcloak rebellion. The rest of the research
she did is unimportant other than a somewhat decent understanding of the Kajiit's culture.
She enjoyed her time in the libraries of knowledge in Mage Collages, and swore to her
self she shall join one when she had mastered the way of plants. When she was on the eve
of her 17th year she was to take over the apothecary((Sorry I have no spell check and I'm
99.99% sure I'll forget to look at the spelling)) in her home land of Cyrodiil, and her
mother to retire from keeping the shop, as was tradition. When a group of thugs came to
the store and set it ablaze taking her family's lives, and wealth, both in knowledge and
gold, with it. With nothing anchoring her home, aside from a few relations she set out to
wander and sort her mind.
She settled in Elswyr and settled in a port city, and studied the culture of the
Kajiit. She eventually fell into favor with a Kajiit and Argonian, who both believed
themselves to be the other's race, and eventually lived with them. The Kajiit was a tavern
wench and told Rosalyn, who she called Jo-Rosa, stories of a colony rebirthed away from the
Dominion. Deciding that the ongoing conflicts of Man, Mer, and Beast was not one she
wanted to be part of she chose to leave on a ship headed to Akvir, to find a wealth of
knowledge and start her family fortune anew.
And before I forget Skooma kills.
Well, you could say where she was born, but seeing as that is not to big...
IGN: jack1ooo
Age: 15
Why us?: I just want a RP server and my friend recommended you so i thought why not?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but i will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: An experience where you adopt a role for the purposes of entertainment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character information for your own advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To give your character unfair and overpowered abilities for your own advantage
IC:
Name: Runil Direnni
Nickname: (Optional) Runil
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer, High elf
Appearance: 5 foot and 8 inches tall, weights 10 stone, medium-long blond hair which hangs over one eye, large olive green eyes, smooth and shaven face, flesh is a pale white-yellow colour skin and has a small weak and thin build. He has a nervouse twitch and has short rounded fingernails.
Personality: Is shy and nervous around strangers but is usally happy, immature and kind. He is great with tending to plants and crops and has excelled in crafting potions, cooking and brewing alcohol as he has worked in an inn. Has a habbit of biting his nails and likes to be alone. He is very cowardly but tries to fiht his fears but most of the time he fails.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) - Has encountered a wild omega wolf (outcasted wolf)
- "Runil draws his iron dagger"
- "Omega wolf lets out an intimating snarl"
- "Runil flinches in fear"
- "The omega wolf bears it's fangs and lunges at Runil"
- "Runil screams in fear and slashes wildly at the wolf"
- "The omega wolf has it's face scratched with the blade below it's left eye"
- "Runil stops screaming and holds the dagger in a defensive position but is still scared"
- "The omega wolf senses Runil's fear and leaps toward jehovah"
- " "why won't you leave me alone?!?" Runil shouts while the wolf tackles him to the ground"
- "Runil screams in pain as he hold's the wolf's head away from his face while his arm gushes with blood from the deep bite wounds"
- "Runil's dagger had been knocked aside earlier so he decides to swiftly thrush his arms sidewards"
- "The omega wolf's neck snaps with a pleasuring crack"
- "Runil is triumphant"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Runil was born and raised in Riverwood in Skyrim. He dosn't know the names of his birth parents as he has a terrible memory and they died in a house fire when he was 13. He had to liive on the streeets till he could raise enough money to stay at the inn. To earn money while on the street he scavenged the local forests for edible plants and ingerdiants for potions to sell. However since he was very shy and didn't have much money Runil couldn't find anyone to teach him about making potions so the potionns that he tried to sell were very weak and most customers bought them out of pity and sympathy which he hated. Eventully he plucked up courage to ask for a job at the local inn, since there was a job role vacent there. the job at the inn had helped Runil become more social and he had become quite friendly with a female bosmer called Aerin. Aerin was pretty, about Runil's age had long brown hair in a ponytail, blue eyes and a smooth face. Eventually Runil plucked up enough courage to ask Aerin out and she agreed. Aerin was hoping to eventually run an inn of her own and explore to old ruins in Akavir as she has heard of Akavir and how its a wealthy land and that she wants to travel there so Runil decides to go with her. They travel across Skyrim towards Windhelm. they were able to survive because Aerin was brillient with a bow and Runil had extensive knowledge on plants. When they got to Windhelm they were able to join other immigrants on a boat to Akavir but sadley there was a storm at sea and many people fell overvoad and drowned. Sadley this included Aerin and Runil was devestated, so he decided that in honour of Aerin's memory he would explore Akavir and build a sucessful inn which is the reason he is traveling to Akavir.
Skooma Kills!
RP example more conversation based
Tamriel is in chaos, Pitty is possible, but unlikely
I do not believe there is "asking out" in TES
How did they get onboard the boat?
IGN: jack1ooo
Age: 15
Why us?: I just want a RP server and my friend recommended you so i thought why not?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but i will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: An experience where you adopt a role for the purposes of entertainment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character information for your own advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To give your character unfair and overpowered abilities for your own advantage
IC:
Name: Runil Direnni
Nickname: (Optional) Runil
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer, High elf
Appearance: 5 foot and 8 inches tall, weights 10 stone, medium-long blond hair which hangs over one eye, large olive green eyes, smooth and shaven face, flesh is a pale white-yellow colour skin and has a small weak and thin build. He has a nervouse twitch and has short rounded fingernails.
Personality: Is shy and nervous around strangers but is usally happy, immature and kind. He is great with tending to plants and crops and has excelled in crafting potions, cooking and brewing alcohol as he has worked in an inn. Has a habbit of biting his nails and likes to be alone. He is very cowardly but tries to fiht his fears but most of the time he fails.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) - Has encountered a wild omega wolf (outcasted wolf)
- "Stop right there and give me all the gold you have and i might allow you to live" a bandit exclaims to Runil raising his bow.
- Runil sighs and draws a steel dagger and faces the bandit
- "Ok then, lowwer your dagger and pass me your gold" the bandit says
- "No, not after what I've been through" said Runil strongly
- "why? what have you been through?" the badit asks curiously slightly lowwering his bow
- Runil smiles and says "nothing really!" and throws the dagger towards the bandit
- Realising what Runil was tring to do, he unleashed an arrow at Runil as the dagger hit him square in the upper torso
- Runil takes the arrow to his knee and screams "Ahahahaha, I guess you're not that stupid!" while collapsing to the floor
- Runil sighs again and regrets killing the bandit (or wounding him Runil can't really tell) so he romoves the arrow, treats his own wound and limps on towards the next town.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
This is a sotry all about how Runil's life got turned upside down, I'll like to take a moment just sit right there I'll tell you how Runil became the fresh prince of the Tang Mo. Out in Whiterun where Runil was born and raised, making potions was where Runil spent most of his days, chilling out, relaxing all cool playing ball games right next to a pool; When a couple of Nords who were up to no good started making trouble in Runil's niegbourhood, he got in one little fight and his mother got scared! she said: "You're going to live with your auntie and uncle in Akavir.
Skooma Kills!
Change the backstory....It should not be song lyrics
Not the prince of Tang Mo
Backstory should be 2 paragraphs long
There is much more wrong with this app, all I can say is make a new app that doesn't use song lyrics
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls server for quite a while; I had heard about Akavir but from what I understood, I thought you couldn’t RP as one of the Tamrielic races. With ESO coming out soon, I need some form of TES RP to keep me occupied, and I think Akavir is the best choice.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me, roleplaying is taking on the role of another person (or rarely, creature) and living as if they would with varying degrees of realism depending on the rules defined prior to the roleplay.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: From what I have heard and experienced, meta-gaming means using information that was learned OOC in an IC situation. Basically, your character knows information he or she wouldn’t and/or shouldn’t know about other characters, places, or events.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The way I see it, there are two types of power-gaming. There is god-modding, which is when someone makes a character that is unrealistically powerful or intelligent. This type of power gaming mostly occurs during character creation. The second (and more common) type of power-gaming happens when a player takes advantage of roleplay to make themselves always win. For example, Player 1 swings at Player 2 six times. Though in a real situation at least one of the punches would have hit Player 2, Player 2 simply dodges all of them. Player 2 just power-gamed.
IC:
Name: Feranos Telvayn
Nickname: Foyada
Age: 228
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Like most dark elves, Feranos Telvayn has ashen, blue-grey colored skin. He is built well enough, but not so much that he can lift the heavy weapons favored by the Nords and Orismer. Feranos is just under six feet tall. Feranos’s hair is jet black, and he prefers to wear it as a mohawk. He has dark crimson eyes, darker than many other Dunmer. Feranos received a jagged scar running down his left cheek from a stray cliff racer late in his childhood. He can usually be found dressed in light chitin armor made from ash hopper membranes.
Personality: Feranos’s disposition is befitting of a dark elf: aloof, reserved, and severe. Holding the notion of an innate superiority of his own kind, he prefers to be with other Dunmer. He usually keeps to himself unless addressed; Feranos doesn’t think much of those outside his circle. He is fiercely loyal to the three Daedra considered to be “good” by the New Temple, especially Azura. Feranos is a proud member of House Redoran, and lives by its creed of “duty, gravity, piety”. However, he has a soft spot for the native creatures of Morrowind.
In-game RP Fight example: Feranos Telvayn looks down at the two reavers sitting below him.
The two robbers are washing themselves in the murky water, unaware that he is hidden on a ledge above them.
Feranos shifts his gaze to the bank.
A shimmering blade has been jammed point first into the ashen soil…
“My father’s shortsword!” the young Dunmer gasps.
The reavers look around, confused.
“Did ye ‘ere that, Toris?” asks the larger one as he squints, peering around the shadow-engulfed edges of the cavern.
“Aye, sounded like it came from o’er there” observes Toris, pointing to the upper crook of the grotto.
Feranos gulps, hoping the reavers don’t notice him.
The bandits climb up onto the bank and don their tough bonemold armor.
Toris picks up a torch and the impressive sword he swiped off some s’wit in nearby Ald’ruhn.
“Come out and face us, ye fetcher!” he shouts, tossing the torch where he heard the voice.
“I never was very stealthy…” muses Feranos grimly.
He prepares a fire spell, lighting the area with a small flare.
“‘Ere ye are, n’wah! Get ‘em Savos!” Toris shouts out.
Feranos releases his grip on the flames, flinging a brief spout of fire from his palms.
The blaze soars harmlessly over Toris’s head as the pair of outlaws dash towards the ledge and attempt to clamber up.
Feranos swallows and readies himself for a second attempt as Toris ascends up the steep escarpment.
Toris stabs at his opponent as he clambers up the edge of the outcropping, grazing Feranos’s arm.
Feranos fires another burst, singeing Toris and setting his hair alight.
The bandit drops his stolen blade and cries out, falling backwards and tumbling down the side of the ledge.
He lands on his accomplice but quickly gets to his feet, diving into the water.
Feranos takes the opportunity Azura gave to him and wheels, running down the tunnel he had used to enter the cave.
He hears shouting behind him, and darts off for his family’s home in Ald’ruhn.
Background: Feranos Telvayn was born to Arethan Telvayn and Ilmeni Reloth on Fredas, the 14th of Hearthfire, 3E 406 in Ald’ruhn, a city on the island of Vvardenfell in Morrowind and council seat of House Redoran. Arethan worked as a spellsword for the House, and was often away on escort for the local Redoran nobles. Ilmeni remained in the Telvayn household, tending to the gardens and supervising the family’s three slaves, Ja’Virr, Junal-Ru, and Nakuma. She bore a second son, Ather Telvayn, several years after Feranos; it was unusual for elves to have children so soon after each other.
Arethan loved his two sons dearly, but could rarely find time away from his obligations to spend with them. Because of this, he two boys shared an especially close bond with their mother. Arethan’s brother Bervaso acted as a father figure in Arethan’s absence. Bervaso was a merchant who possessed a passion for all things magical. Though Ather was not particularly talented or interested in the arcane arts, Feranos poured through the dusty tomes lying around his uncle’s shop. The boy had limited success in casting spells; his mother would jokingly refer to him as “Foyada”, or fire-river. Feranos dreamed of one day acquiring the nickname more seriously.
When Feranos’s father was at home, he guided his sons in their efforts at enchanting and offered his expertise on swordsmanship. He would often talk of his own childhood in Mournhold on mainland Morrowind and of his parents. Feranos himself only remembered three occasions when he had met his grandfather. Favel Telvayn would pick up his grandsons and put each of them on his lap and tell them stories of Llandras Telvayn, his own grandfather and an accomplished battlemage who fought at Red Mountain against the Dwemer. These moments were something that Feranos would later miss dearly about his family.
Feranos sought to be an adept spellsword and battlemage himself, inspired by the stories of his ancestors and encouraged by his family to pursue his passion. He was admitted as a retainer to House Redoran, much to his father’s satisfaction; Arethan was a House oathman. It was at this time that word of the Nerevarine spread to Ald’ruhn.
Though a firm believer in the Almsivi and Temple, Feranos had always admired Indoril Nerevar as an exemplary model of Redoran character and virtue. When the Nerevarine visited the city, Feranos was unable to catch a glimpse of him, but he heard impressive tales of the rising hero’s exploits. When he heard news of the fall of Dagoth Ur and the deaths of both Almalexia and Sotha Sil, Feranos was at first horrified, but he grew to respect the reincarnation of Nerevar and his devotion to the Daedric anticipations.
Feranos understood that he needed formal training with Destruction magicka to realize his dream of becoming a battlemage. If anyone knew of a willing trainer, it would be the Nerevarine. Feranos was sure of it. When word went out that the Nerevarine was assembling an expedition to Akavir, Feranos chose to join them. He was unmarried and restless, seeking a chance to increase his magical affinity. The aspiring Dunmer apprentice said his farewells to his family and departed for Sheogorad.
However, the fates had other plans for Feranos. He was in Ald Velothi when the Oblivion Gates opened and Mehrunes Dagon’s legions of dremora ravaged Morrowind. Feranos participated in the defense of the city, though he wasn’t of much help with his limited skill with magicka. After the Gates unexpectedly closed, he rushed to Ald’ruhn to visit his family. The mood was solemn, even by Dunmer standards, when Feranos arrived. The daedra had killed his uncle Bervaso and his brother Ather. One of the slaves, Nakuma the Argonian, had gone missing. Feranos’s parents were devastated by the losses. Ather and Bervaso were buried in the Telvayn cardruhn, an ancestral tomb several miles from the city. Feranos stayed with his parents, aiding in the reconstruction of the city.
Morrowind was just beginning to rebound when events took a turn for the worst. With the disappearance of Vivec, the Ministry of Truth plummeted from its position above Vivec City, completely destroying the city. The impact causes Red Mountain to erupt, drowning all of Vvardenfell in fire and ash. The Telvayn family survived the chaos, though both of the family’s remaining slaves, Ja’Virr and Junal-Ru, perished in the flames. The Argonians of Black Marsh take advantage of the disorder and invade mainland Morrowind. House Redoran does its best to rebuild the ruined settlements of Vvardenfell and combat the growing Argonian threat.
Feranos is angered by the unceasing catastrophes plaguing the Dunmer. Like many natives of Morrowind, he feared that it is Azura’s wrath, punishment for the worship of the Tribunal. Feranos determined that if anyone can redeem the Dunmer, then it is Azura’s champion, the Nerevarine.
Feranos boarded Arrow, a ship docked in Dagon Fel, and set off in search of the Nerevarine. Feranos was 226 old at the time, fairly young for an elf. After several years of sailing through the Padomaic Ocean, Arrow made landfall. It had reached the Goblin Islands, the southwestern region of Akavir.
Feranos now has two ambitions, to fulfill his dream of becoming an accomplished battlemage and spellsword, and to find the Nerevarine and convince them to return to Morrowind. He is to board a ship bound for Septimia later tonight...
[EDIT: Now that I think about it, it would make more sense for the background to end with Feranos arriving on Akavir.]
Skooma kills!
(In-depth Character Outline and Magic Application should be done soon!)
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls server for quite a while; I had heard about Akavir but from what I understood, I thought you couldn’t RP as one of the Tamrielic races. With ESO coming out soon, I need some form of TES RP to keep me occupied, and I think Akavir is the best choice.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me, roleplaying is taking on the role of another person (or rarely, creature) and living as if they would with varying degrees of realism depending on the rules defined prior to the roleplay.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: From what I have heard and experienced, meta-gaming means using information that was learned OOC in an IC situation. Basically, your character knows information he or she wouldn’t and/or shouldn’t know about other characters, places, or events.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The way I see it, there are two types of power-gaming. There is god-modding, which is when someone makes a character that is unrealistically powerful or intelligent. This type of power gaming mostly occurs during character creation. The second (and more common) type of power-gaming happens when a player takes advantage of roleplay to make themselves always win. For example, Player 1 swings at Player 2 six times. Though in a real situation at least one of the punches would have hit Player 2, Player 2 simply dodges all of them. Player 2 just power-gamed.
IC:
Name: Feranos Telvayn
Nickname: Foyada
Age: 228
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Like most dark elves, Feranos Telvayn has ashen, blue-grey colored skin. He is built well enough, but not so much that he can lift the heavy weapons favored by the Nords and Orismer. Feranos is just under six feet tall. Feranos’s hair is jet black, and he prefers to wear it as a mohawk. He has dark crimson eyes, darker than many other Dunmer. Feranos received a jagged scar running down his left cheek from a stray cliff racer late in his childhood. He can usually be found dressed in light chitin armor made from ash hopper membranes.
Personality: Feranos’s disposition is befitting of a dark elf: aloof, reserved, and severe. Holding the notion of an innate superiority of his own kind, he prefers to be with other Dunmer. He usually keeps to himself unless addressed; Feranos doesn’t think much of those outside his circle. He is fiercely loyal to the three Daedra considered to be “good” by the New Temple, especially Azura. Feranos is a proud member of House Redoran, and lives by its creed of “duty, gravity, piety”. However, he has a soft spot for the native creatures of Morrowind.
In-game RP Fight example: Feranos Telvayn looks down at the two reavers sitting below him.
The two robbers are washing themselves in the murky water, unaware that he is hidden on a ledge above them.
Feranos shifts his gaze to the bank.
A shimmering blade has been jammed point first into the ashen soil…
“My father’s shortsword!” the young Dunmer gasps.
The reavers look around, confused.
“Did ye ‘ere that, Toris?” asks the larger one as he squints, peering around the shadow-engulfed edges of the cavern.
“Aye, sounded like it came from o’er there” observes Toris, pointing to the upper crook of the grotto.
Feranos gulps, hoping the reavers don’t notice him.
The bandits climb up onto the bank and don their tough bonemold armor.
Toris picks up a torch and the impressive sword he swiped off some s’wit in nearby Ald’ruhn.
“Come out and face us, ye fetcher!” he shouts, tossing the torch where he heard the voice.
“I never was very stealthy…” muses Feranos grimly.
He prepares a fire spell, lighting the area with a small flare.
“‘Ere ye are, n’wah! Get ‘em Savos!” Toris shouts out.
Feranos releases his grip on the flames, flinging a brief spout of fire from his palms.
The blaze soars harmlessly over Toris’s head as the pair of outlaws dash towards the ledge and attempt to clamber up.
Feranos swallows and readies himself for a second attempt as Toris ascends up the steep escarpment.
Toris stabs at his opponent as he clambers up the edge of the outcropping, grazing Feranos’s arm.
Feranos fires another burst, singeing Toris and setting his hair alight.
The bandit drops his stolen blade and cries out, falling backwards and tumbling down the side of the ledge.
He lands on his accomplice but quickly gets to his feet, diving into the water.
Feranos takes the opportunity Azura gave to him and wheels, running down the tunnel he had used to enter the cave.
He hears shouting behind him, and darts off for his family’s home in Ald’ruhn.
Background: Feranos Telvayn was born to Arethan Telvayn and Ilmeni Reloth on Fredas, the 14th of Hearthfire, 3E 406 in Ald’ruhn, a city on the island of Vvardenfell in Morrowind and council seat of House Redoran. Arethan worked as a spellsword for the House, and was often away on escort for the local Redoran nobles. Ilmeni remained in the Telvayn household, tending to the gardens and supervising the family’s three slaves, Ja’Virr, Junal-Ru, and Nakuma. She bore a second son, Ather Telvayn, several years after Feranos; it was unusual for elves to have children so soon after each other.
Arethan loved his two sons dearly, but could rarely find time away from his obligations to spend with them. Because of this, he two boys shared an especially close bond with their mother. Arethan’s brother Bervaso acted as a father figure in Arethan’s absence. Bervaso was a merchant who possessed a passion for all things magical. Though Ather was not particularly talented or interested in the arcane arts, Feranos poured through the dusty tomes lying around his uncle’s shop. The boy had limited success in casting spells; his mother would jokingly refer to him as “Foyada”, or fire-river. Feranos dreamed of one day acquiring the nickname more seriously.
When Feranos’s father was at home, he guided his sons in their efforts at enchanting and offered his expertise on swordsmanship. He would often talk of his own childhood in Mournhold on mainland Morrowind and of his parents. Feranos himself only remembered three occasions when he had met his grandfather. Favel Telvayn would pick up his grandsons and put each of them on his lap and tell them stories of Llandras Telvayn, his own grandfather and an accomplished battlemage who fought at Red Mountain against the Dwemer. These moments were something that Feranos would later miss dearly about his family.
Feranos sought to be an adept spellsword and battlemage himself, inspired by the stories of his ancestors and encouraged by his family to pursue his passion. He was admitted as a retainer to House Redoran, much to his father’s satisfaction; Arethan was a House oathman. It was at this time that word of the Nerevarine spread to Ald’ruhn.
Though a firm believer in the Almsivi and Temple, Feranos had always admired Indoril Nerevar as an exemplary model of Redoran character and virtue. When the Nerevarine visited the city, Feranos was unable to catch a glimpse of him, but he heard impressive tales of the rising hero’s exploits. When he heard news of the fall of Dagoth Ur and the deaths of both Almalexia and Sotha Sil, Feranos was at first horrified, but he grew to respect the reincarnation of Nerevar and his devotion to the Daedric anticipations.
Feranos understood that he needed formal training with Destruction magicka to realize his dream of becoming a battlemage. If anyone knew of a willing trainer, it would be the Nerevarine. Feranos was sure of it. When word went out that the Nerevarine was assembling an expedition to Akavir, Feranos chose to join them. He was unmarried and restless, seeking a chance to increase his magical affinity. The aspiring Dunmer apprentice said his farewells to his family and departed for Sheogorad.
However, the fates had other plans for Feranos. He was in Ald Velothi when the Oblivion Gates opened and Mehrunes Dagon’s legions of dremora ravaged Morrowind. Feranos participated in the defense of the city, though he wasn’t of much help with his limited skill with magicka. After the Gates unexpectedly closed, he rushed to Ald’ruhn to visit his family. The mood was solemn, even by Dunmer standards, when Feranos arrived. The daedra had killed his uncle Bervaso and his brother Ather. One of the slaves, Nakuma the Argonian, had gone missing. Feranos’s parents were devastated by the losses. Ather and Bervaso were buried in the Telvayn cardruhn, an ancestral tomb several miles from the city. Feranos stayed with his parents, aiding in the reconstruction of the city.
Morrowind was just beginning to rebound when events took a turn for the worst. With the disappearance of Vivec, the Ministry of Truth plummeted from its position above Vivec City, completely destroying the city. The impact causes Red Mountain to erupt, drowning all of Vvardenfell in fire and ash. The Telvayn family survived the chaos, though both of the family’s remaining slaves, Ja’Virr and Junal-Ru, perished in the flames. The Argonians of Black Marsh take advantage of the disorder and invade mainland Morrowind. House Redoran does its best to rebuild the ruined settlements of Vvardenfell and combat the growing Argonian threat.
Feranos is angered by the unceasing catastrophes plaguing the Dunmer. Like many natives of Morrowind, he feared that it is Azura’s wrath, punishment for the worship of the Tribunal. Feranos determined that if anyone can redeem the Dunmer, then it is Azura’s champion, the Nerevarine.
Feranos boarded Arrow, a ship docked in Dagon Fel, and set off in search of the Nerevarine. Feranos was 226 old at the time, fairly young for an elf. After several years of sailing through the Padomaic Ocean, Arrow made landfall. It had reached the Goblin Islands, the southwestern region of Akavir.
Feranos now has two ambitions, to fulfill his dream of becoming an accomplished battlemage and spellsword, and to find the Nerevarine and convince them to return to Morrowind. He is to board a ship bound for Septimia later tonight...
[EDIT: Now that I think about it, it would make more sense for the background to end with Feranos arriving on Akavir.]
Skooma kills!
(In-depth Character Outline and Magic Application should be done soon!)
Denied Your Power-Gaming definition is slightly off from what we want. Go to the rules section of Enjin, you should know where its at, to get a better idea of the definition we are wanting.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The way I see it, there are two types of power-gaming. There is god-modding, which is when someone makes a character that is unrealistically powerful or intelligent. This type of power gaming mostly occurs during character creation. The second (and more common) type of power-gaming happens when a player takes advantage of roleplay to make themselves always win. For example, Player 1 swings at Player 2 six times. Though in a real situation at least one of the punches would have hit Player 2, Player 2 simply dodges all of them. Player 2 just power-gamed.
ADDED SECTION: The third type is when a player forces player(s) into an outcome. Say Player 3 stabs Player 4. Player 3 says that Player 4 is dead, despite Player 4 claiming that the wound is minor. Player 4 power-gamed. This type is seen when players say "*stabs the person*" instead of "*attempts to stab the person*".
OOC:
IGN: Paulie2499
Age: 17
Why us?: Who else?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is basically acting, it's teling a story and playing a role of a character that you or someone else creates or a historical figure.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when you gain info by out of character means and use it to benefit you icly, example: skype chat and your bud says "Hey some people are attacking us, get on." You log on and help him out.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is when you force your actions upon another player without giving them a chance to react, example: *bashes you in the mouth with a hammer* Powergame.
How it should be; *attempts to bash you in the mouth with a hammer*
IC:
Name: (For metagaming purposes I will not disclose his true name)
Nickname: (Optional) The Apothecary
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Dark elf
Appearance: Young looking light skinned Dark elf, quite tall standing at about 6ft 3, he has a lean muscular build, has piercing amber eyes
Personality:
In-game RP Fight example: The Apothecary is up in the attic of an inn in a friendly tong mo village knocking on the walls and searching for an anomaly. As The Apothecary pulls away from the wall he feels a strong hand on his right shoulder. The man behind him speaks in a rough voice with a Tong mo accent "One wishes to knock on wood? How about I knock on your face Elf."
The Apothecary sighs and turns, about to say something calming when the tong mo attempts to throw a powerful punch to The Apothecary's jaw.
The Apothecary is smashed in the jaw and he tumbles backwards into the wall, his hands up in surrender as he speaks "Calm down now..."
The tong mo advances with clenched fists, The Apothecary darts his eyes around the attic for a second and notices a few loose floorboards to his left, The Apothecary attempts to roll to the left out of the way of the advancing tong mo. As The Apothecary successfully rolls to the left and tries to get to his feet to run. The much bigger and slower tong mo tries to pursue but The Apothecary is quickly out of sight and down the attic stairs.
The Apothecary breathes heavily and taps the inn barkeep's counter as he makes it to the first floor "Big guy up there that's ready to pummel someone's face in!"
The barkeep squints and leans forward, looking towards the steps leading to the above stories as he idly polishes the inside of a mug, a smile appears across his face "Oh that be my nephew Mor-tal, don't mind 'im hes just a rowdy critter."
The Apothecary nods slowly and as he hears the footsteps of Mor-tal he darts out of the inn and into the streets of the Tong mo Village.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) (The Apothecary's backstory is very mysterious in nature, I'd prefer not to do a backstory but...I guess I have to)
The Apothecary is sitting down in a creaking wooden chair at the Akaviri Census and excise office that rests in a small imperial fort in Ka'po tun land. An imperial sits across from him with a quill and parchment "What is your name...Dunmer?"
The Apothecary leans back in his chair and speaks in a calm and casual voice "Just call me The Apothecary."
The Imperial squints and shakes his head "No, what is your birth name..."
The Apothecary rubs his chin for a moment and nods slowly "Ah, well what exactly is a name? It's something someone has given to us or we've given to ourselves am I right?"
The Imperial nods slowly and speaks "Yes, what did your parents name you?"
The Apothecary stares into the imperial's eyes and says with a passionate voice "My...parents weren't there to witness me frolic about with my name, they were all slaughtered by orcs. To this day I seek to find those orcs and kill them one by one."
The imperial gulps and looks around "Well...then...I am sorry to hear that."
The Apothecary chuckles and gives the imperial a light jab to the chest "Ah, you gullible cyrodillic sod, I grew up on the country near Anvil, my parents were dunmer farmers that migrated from the Clockwork city of Mournhold when my father's career as a playwright went downhill after they figured out that his plays contained a bit of subliminial rhetoric that had to do with denying the existance of The Tribunal gods."
The Imperial nods slowly writing stuff down on the parchment "Go on."
The Apothecary smirks as he sees the clearly interested imperial, he gets a bit comfortable in his seat and continues after clearing his throat "I was a farmer boy, worked the fields near anvil under my father's whip, in a metaphoric sense of course...I was not abused as a child I mind you."
The Imperial nods slowly and gestures for him to continue "I believe you, go on."
The Apothecary pats himself on the back and nods with the thought in his mind that the imperial forgot about whole name business, he then continues, this time speaking in a more distant and dreaming tone, a certain yearning in his voice "And every...day when the fields were properly tended too... and the sun was setting and dusk was approaching, me and my father would wipe our faces and stand atop this hill near the fields and look out into the vast expanse that we just harvested, and there was this moment... where the sun would touch the horizon perfectly and ... the orange splendor would shine for one last time before the sun had to sleep for the night, and as it shone across the fields they looked as if they were made of glimmering bronze." The Apothecary starts to choke up a bit as he paints this beautiful image in his head, he continues "The breeze would brush through my strands of hair and it would fill my nostrils as me and my father watched this sun set. As the breeze would die down, I remember it so vividly, literally every time the breeze started to die and the pleasantly cold feeling would drift from my skin, my mother would come up towards the hill with two bowls of supper for us. Me and my father would plop down on the Colovian grass and let the warm supper flow into our being as the sun said its good nights and crept back down below the horizon as the double moons filled the sky and their glimmering companions of stars, assuring that the sun won't be alone when it wakes."
The imperial, at this point has stopped writing and is mesmerized by The Apothecary's words, he starts to tear up "Skip to the part of how you got to Akavir, please, I cannot bear this."
The Apothecary gulps and nods slowly, speaking faintly under his breath for a moment "I...can't bear it either, friend." The Apothecary sighs deeply and speaks in a more steady tone "Alright then! How I got here, yes, of course. Well fast forward the happy childhood with sunshine and love, I met a woman after leaving my father's care, met her in Anvil when I was going through that Rebellious phase, trying to become an engineer of sorts. So I meet this woman, a bosmer woman named Thal, nothing less, but certainly more, her name was as simple as Thal but her soul's illumination and warmth called for a name such as Thalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalallalalalalalallalaia, ah even that is an effrontery, her name should of went on for ages. Anyways, Thal and I connected extremely well, she taught me a bit about Engineering and her father took me under his wing as an engineering apprentice. This relationship with Thal and her father lasted for about a year, that space, that constant aura. Waking up next to this amazing woman and coming downstairs to such an accepting and brilliant teacher. It was truly a splendid time, such a time I yearn for infact." The Apothecary sighs deeply and fiddles with the band around his wrist for a bit then he continues "Me and Thal had a bit of a falling out point when I started to become quite the adept engineer, her father was an old elf and he started to forget things, I would tend to embarass him by correcting him in the lessons or helping him out with something. It was the moment where I started to become his teacher that things started to turn out for the worst."
The Imperial nods slowly "Go on..."
The Apothecary nods, continuing "Thal felt extremely bad for her father and told me to take it easy a bit, make him feel like he knew more than me still and that he hasn't died yet, as she put it. I...foolishly refused this and for some reason I made it even more intense, correcting him at every turn, having no sympathy and just demolishing the poor old man's confidence. I was blind to how Thal's father was feeling and how she was feeling, I was a busy man and I had to sell the things I constructed. Then... the most devastating day of my life came rolling on in. I came back home one night with a lump sack of septims as I had just sold a fair amount of trinkets and engineered items, as I enter the home I notice a note at the end of the room, flapping in the wind as I left the door open behind me, as I felt the breeze embrace me I had a fear ... a fear of what this note would say, a fear that instills more hopelessness than the sight of two cave trolls with clubs swinging at your face. As I approached the note, numerous thoughts of what this note could possibly read came through my mind. I grasped the flapping note and gulped as I turned it over." The Apothecary closes his eyes for a moment and continues in a somber tone "The note said that Aladrin, Thal's father had passed away while I was gone...and by his own hand, it went on to say that Thal never wished to see me again and that she might aswell have died also because she was far from Anvil. I sobbed...and sobbed...and sobbed until my tears detoriated and withered the note I held in my trembling hands. I was lost, I loved her, I still do, I always will. I had to find her, I had to find Thal, I took from Anvil that night and as I rode on the carriage to the Imperial city I noticed an very bright orange fill the corner of my eye, as I turned I layed eyes upon the sun setting upon my father's homestead, the fields glimmering like bronze while my father stood atop the hill and looked out towards my carriage while my mother brought...one bowl of supper to him." The Apothecary sheds a single tear and looks down a bit.
The Imperial at this point has tears flowing from his eyes and he sniffles a bit then gestures "Please, please, enough! I can't bear to hear this! Just tell me how you got here!"
The Apothecary smiles meekly and nods , speaking "Well, after a good 20 years of trying to find Thal in Tamriel, I gave up after meeting many women that resembled Thal from behind... or had the same voice as her...so many false hopes, those seconds, those small moments where I would hear what I thought was her voice or when I would see what I thought was the back of her head in a bustling market or in a quiet town, in those small moments...I felt like the world was finally going to give me a break...I felt like the happiest being in the world, but when that voice led me to a stranger or when I would see a stranger that looked like thal from behind turn around, my heart would drop a thousand stories down...each time...feeling more hopeless. I'll fully admit that I didn't search all of tamriel, it's kind of like when you were trying to find one small toy as a kid in a giant mess full of toys. Anyways, I decided to take leave and engineer my own vessel in which I would travel as far as the waves would take me. Hoping, just hoping I would land upon a far off shore and walk along the sandy coast to eventually find Thal's small footprints in the sand. My engineered ship took me far off the coast of Morrowind and after monthes of living aboard this vessel, I hit a craggy rock near a shore and my ship went forward into the beach. I was knocked unconcious and I awoke to a few child Tong mo. The two children led me to a small village where I rested, ate, and refreshed myself. Then...as I continued to wander I noticed a fort, your fort. After entering the fort I met you and ... you asked me to tell you my story." The Apothecary, smirks and leans back in his chair "So...there it is."
The imperial nods slowly , stuffing the paper away "Very..well..Apothecary, you may leave now." The imperial smirks.
The Apothecary rolls his eyes and nods, getting up and smirking as he waves, making his way to the door.
The imperial whispers to himself after The Apothecary has left "Apothecary..."
All right, I've gone too long without whitelisting, so let's get started, shall we? First off, your app needs to be changed a bit in the sense, yes, it's OOC, and I know you want your character to be mysterious, and no one knows him, but you need to give the OOC information for the whitelister to check out your character. We have to know your character as well as you do, you see. Otherwise it won't make sense for us to accept them.
- Name: This is required for you to give to me. I have to know the name, but don't worry, I won't meta-game with it. No one can. If they can, correct them in this and call for staff immediately.
- Age: You're going to have to hand this over as well. "Unknown" could be anywhere from 6 to 87. It needs to be here.
- Background: This is more of a check than anything, but I have to know the truth behind your character. As long as this is his real background, I'll let it pass, the story telling was quite good, even if the crying man did offset a little bit.
- Rules: Make sure you check them all.
Until you fix this app up a bit, it is DENIED
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
I posted the corrected power gaming section above. Should I just repost the whole application with the changed part? Or are you just going to look at the post with the correction?
I posted the corrected power gaming section above. Should I just repost the whole application with the changed part? Or are you just going to look at the post with the correction?
Since I don't see the rest of the application, I need it. I may review differently than your past whitelister.
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
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IGN:Knight_Vector
Age:16
Why us?:I am massive fan of your previous Fallout server, after seeing what great RP experience you can deliver i said why not give this server a go!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but as soon as I post this application I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Essentially playing a role. Acting so to speak, pretending to be someone you are not and playing the part correctly.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Having powers that you should not have. Doing something that you should not be able to do.
IC:
Name:Ulrik
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:34
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: 5"11", in shape, brown eyes and blonde hair.He generally likes to keep his face covered. He is lean and muscluar however his muscle mass is not above average.
Personality: He is a silent man at first but when you get to know him he opens up. He will defend what he believes is right to his very last breathe
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: *points dagger towards the Old Man* Why that's a mighty fine golden ring you have there...mind if I have it?
Old Man: *Wearily and full of fear* Of....of course..*slowly pulls off his ring and puts his hand forward to hand the ring over*
City Guard: *turns to see the Old Man being robbed* You! Stop right there!
Thief:*Darts down the street with the ring in hand*
City Guard:*Pulls a arrow out of his quiver, "loads" his bow, and takes aim*
Thief:*arrogantly* Hehe! Thanks for the ring!
City Guard:*Shoots the arrow at the Thief's leg*
Thief:*Is struck in the leg by the arrow*
City Guard: *Walks over to the wounded Thief* Was that ring worth getting an arrow in your leg?
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Ulrik was born in Skyrim during the Great War. Due to the Great War his family had fallen into poverty and they could barely survive on the money they were making. At a young age Ulrik began working with his father, a hunter, in order to bring some more food to the table. By starting work at such a young age Ulrik become physically fit. As Ulrik grew older he began to see how the Great War had negatively affected his family. He began to become greatly unsatisfied with his family’s income and believed they deserved a better life. However there were not many job opportunities. Due to the lack of jobs Ulrik began to find ways to make money in illegal ways such a thievery. Time passed and Ulrik’s skills as a thief grew. Despite becoming wealthy Ulrik’s greed was not satisfied with all the thing he had stolen over the years. One day he caught word of a new land which was filled with wealth, Akavir. Driven by his greed Ulrik left home and set sail to Akavir in the hopes of finding wealth.
(I apologize for the shortness of my application, I am not a very good application writer but I assure you I am a good Rper)
Skooma kills!
I have fixed my application
Alright.
Background: Our story takes place 80 years afters skyrim. You'd be over 100 years old.
Power-gaming definition: Still wrong, check accepted applications for reference.
Thank you for looking this over, but for now: denied.
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Um He was born during the Great War which i believe is plausible unless everyone in Skryim was murdered during the Great War and i literally copied the definition over from a accepted application
Here's the definition again anyways Power-gaming is doing something another player has no chance to defend himself from. It is doing things that are not do-able in minecraft like killing someone in one hit.
You just said you copied from another app...You have ONE chance,make a new app.
For your reply to Fireball, the war is still going
I believe it's allowed to copy the definition, it's the same thing as reading one. The whitelisters always say to read accepted apps definitions .
Let them take their time, I know that you're wanting to get on the server and that's why I'm trying to join. Just be patient for a little longer
Where in Skyrim was he born? Name a REAL city/town
Name is not lore friendly (includes last name)
Parents need lore friendly names
None of his heroes exist in TES
How did he find out about Akavir?
Akavir is over sea, he could not walk there
Longer personality
Denied
There are many other things wrong. I suggests making another app and making it serious.
If we have missed it, then I suggest reposting!
Thank's man I need to find the file now. Love what I've been hearing about the server.
IGN:fireball10125
Age:17
Why us?:I was recomemded by nolanwashere
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Takeing on the character, that is not one's self.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: That could be easily defined by useing outside
information with in the context of gameplay. (Ie: After you have beaten any Legend of
Zelda game and then know all the puzzles)
Define Power-gaming in your words: It could be best defined as being overly powerful,
using forced actions such as your example of "Slits throat" over "Atempts to slit throat"
IC:
Name: Rosalyn
Nickname: Jo-Rosa, Rosa, Jo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Appearance: Rosalyn has light blue eyes, and mid-tone skin. Her hair goes to around her
mid back, and is dark brown in color. She is of average height, and has a busty build. She
tends to dress modestly.
Personality: Introvertive, preferring to deal with her works than most Men or Mer. Prone to
joke around when comfortable
In-game RP example:
Rosa:*In store pruning a small tree that is beginning to bear small fruits*
*A wounded man enters the store hacking up blood*
Rosa:Hello how may I- *She notices the mans condition* Come to the back rom sir.
*The man follows slowly stumbling*
Rosa Please take a seat sir, I need to see what is wrong with you*She scans a bookshelf
picking up a tome on illness flicking it through passages looking for something. Her eyes
still in the book* When did this happen?
Man:*Slowly, with long and often pauses to try to breath* I got stabbed in the streets
Rosa*Dropping the book.* WAit here, sir I need to get some gauze and salves. Please try
not to move. *She rushes out of the room while tying her hair back. She runs back in with
the medicine to find the man has been stabbed in the neck, and her window broken* Wha-
what?*Mortified she drops the items and checks for the pulse of the man unable to find any
life signs she searches for any evidence to who he was before nervously going to report
the murder to the guards*
Background: Rosalyn grew up in a merchant family, she was trained in the the family trade
of alchemy. She holds an affinity for plants, and a high tolerance of dirt. At age 15 she
was sent around The Empire to learn about the common plants of each province, as well as
how to care for them. During which she would take any opportunity to learn what she could.
In Skyrim she looked in to the rise of the Stormcloak rebellion. The rest of the research
she did is unimportant other than a somewhat decent understanding of the Kajiit's culture.
She enjoyed her time in the libraries of knowledge in Mage Collages, and swore to her
self she shall join one when she had mastered the way of plants. When she was on the eve
of her 17th year she was to take over the apothecary((Sorry I have no spell check and I'm
99.99% sure I'll forget to look at the spelling)) in her home land of Cyrodiil, and her
mother to retire from keeping the shop, as was tradition. When a group of thugs came to
the store and set it ablaze taking her family's lives, and wealth, both in knowledge and
gold, with it. With nothing anchoring her home, aside from a few relations she set out to
wander and sort her mind.
She settled in Elswyr and settled in a port city, and studied the culture of the
Kajiit. She eventually fell into favor with a Kajiit and Argonian, who both believed
themselves to be the other's race, and eventually lived with them. The Kajiit was a tavern
wench and told Rosalyn, who she called Jo-Rosa, stories of a colony rebirthed away from the
Dominion. Deciding that the ongoing conflicts of Man, Mer, and Beast was not one she
wanted to be part of she chose to leave on a ship headed to Akvir, to find a wealth of
knowledge and start her family fortune anew.
And before I forget Skooma kills.
Well, you could say where she was born, but seeing as that is not to big...
ACCEPTED
RP example more conversation based
Tamriel is in chaos, Pitty is possible, but unlikely
I do not believe there is "asking out" in TES
How did they get onboard the boat?
Sorry,
Denied
Change the backstory....It should not be song lyrics
Not the prince of Tang Mo
Backstory should be 2 paragraphs long
There is much more wrong with this app, all I can say is make a new app that doesn't use song lyrics
Denied
IGN: Casen_Wagneren
Age: 16
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls server for quite a while; I had heard about Akavir but from what I understood, I thought you couldn’t RP as one of the Tamrielic races. With ESO coming out soon, I need some form of TES RP to keep me occupied, and I think Akavir is the best choice.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me, roleplaying is taking on the role of another person (or rarely, creature) and living as if they would with varying degrees of realism depending on the rules defined prior to the roleplay.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: From what I have heard and experienced, meta-gaming means using information that was learned OOC in an IC situation. Basically, your character knows information he or she wouldn’t and/or shouldn’t know about other characters, places, or events.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The way I see it, there are two types of power-gaming. There is god-modding, which is when someone makes a character that is unrealistically powerful or intelligent. This type of power gaming mostly occurs during character creation. The second (and more common) type of power-gaming happens when a player takes advantage of roleplay to make themselves always win. For example, Player 1 swings at Player 2 six times. Though in a real situation at least one of the punches would have hit Player 2, Player 2 simply dodges all of them. Player 2 just power-gamed.
IC:
Name: Feranos Telvayn
Nickname: Foyada
Age: 228
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Like most dark elves, Feranos Telvayn has ashen, blue-grey colored skin. He is built well enough, but not so much that he can lift the heavy weapons favored by the Nords and Orismer. Feranos is just under six feet tall. Feranos’s hair is jet black, and he prefers to wear it as a mohawk. He has dark crimson eyes, darker than many other Dunmer. Feranos received a jagged scar running down his left cheek from a stray cliff racer late in his childhood. He can usually be found dressed in light chitin armor made from ash hopper membranes.
Personality: Feranos’s disposition is befitting of a dark elf: aloof, reserved, and severe. Holding the notion of an innate superiority of his own kind, he prefers to be with other Dunmer. He usually keeps to himself unless addressed; Feranos doesn’t think much of those outside his circle. He is fiercely loyal to the three Daedra considered to be “good” by the New Temple, especially Azura. Feranos is a proud member of House Redoran, and lives by its creed of “duty, gravity, piety”. However, he has a soft spot for the native creatures of Morrowind.
In-game RP Fight example: Feranos Telvayn looks down at the two reavers sitting below him.
The two robbers are washing themselves in the murky water, unaware that he is hidden on a ledge above them.
Feranos shifts his gaze to the bank.
A shimmering blade has been jammed point first into the ashen soil…
“My father’s shortsword!” the young Dunmer gasps.
The reavers look around, confused.
“Did ye ‘ere that, Toris?” asks the larger one as he squints, peering around the shadow-engulfed edges of the cavern.
“Aye, sounded like it came from o’er there” observes Toris, pointing to the upper crook of the grotto.
Feranos gulps, hoping the reavers don’t notice him.
The bandits climb up onto the bank and don their tough bonemold armor.
Toris picks up a torch and the impressive sword he swiped off some s’wit in nearby Ald’ruhn.
“Come out and face us, ye fetcher!” he shouts, tossing the torch where he heard the voice.
“I never was very stealthy…” muses Feranos grimly.
He prepares a fire spell, lighting the area with a small flare.
“‘Ere ye are, n’wah! Get ‘em Savos!” Toris shouts out.
Feranos releases his grip on the flames, flinging a brief spout of fire from his palms.
The blaze soars harmlessly over Toris’s head as the pair of outlaws dash towards the ledge and attempt to clamber up.
Feranos swallows and readies himself for a second attempt as Toris ascends up the steep escarpment.
Toris stabs at his opponent as he clambers up the edge of the outcropping, grazing Feranos’s arm.
Feranos fires another burst, singeing Toris and setting his hair alight.
The bandit drops his stolen blade and cries out, falling backwards and tumbling down the side of the ledge.
He lands on his accomplice but quickly gets to his feet, diving into the water.
Feranos takes the opportunity Azura gave to him and wheels, running down the tunnel he had used to enter the cave.
He hears shouting behind him, and darts off for his family’s home in Ald’ruhn.
Background: Feranos Telvayn was born to Arethan Telvayn and Ilmeni Reloth on Fredas, the 14th of Hearthfire, 3E 406 in Ald’ruhn, a city on the island of Vvardenfell in Morrowind and council seat of House Redoran. Arethan worked as a spellsword for the House, and was often away on escort for the local Redoran nobles. Ilmeni remained in the Telvayn household, tending to the gardens and supervising the family’s three slaves, Ja’Virr, Junal-Ru, and Nakuma. She bore a second son, Ather Telvayn, several years after Feranos; it was unusual for elves to have children so soon after each other.
Arethan loved his two sons dearly, but could rarely find time away from his obligations to spend with them. Because of this, he two boys shared an especially close bond with their mother. Arethan’s brother Bervaso acted as a father figure in Arethan’s absence. Bervaso was a merchant who possessed a passion for all things magical. Though Ather was not particularly talented or interested in the arcane arts, Feranos poured through the dusty tomes lying around his uncle’s shop. The boy had limited success in casting spells; his mother would jokingly refer to him as “Foyada”, or fire-river. Feranos dreamed of one day acquiring the nickname more seriously.
When Feranos’s father was at home, he guided his sons in their efforts at enchanting and offered his expertise on swordsmanship. He would often talk of his own childhood in Mournhold on mainland Morrowind and of his parents. Feranos himself only remembered three occasions when he had met his grandfather. Favel Telvayn would pick up his grandsons and put each of them on his lap and tell them stories of Llandras Telvayn, his own grandfather and an accomplished battlemage who fought at Red Mountain against the Dwemer. These moments were something that Feranos would later miss dearly about his family.
Feranos sought to be an adept spellsword and battlemage himself, inspired by the stories of his ancestors and encouraged by his family to pursue his passion. He was admitted as a retainer to House Redoran, much to his father’s satisfaction; Arethan was a House oathman. It was at this time that word of the Nerevarine spread to Ald’ruhn.
Though a firm believer in the Almsivi and Temple, Feranos had always admired Indoril Nerevar as an exemplary model of Redoran character and virtue. When the Nerevarine visited the city, Feranos was unable to catch a glimpse of him, but he heard impressive tales of the rising hero’s exploits. When he heard news of the fall of Dagoth Ur and the deaths of both Almalexia and Sotha Sil, Feranos was at first horrified, but he grew to respect the reincarnation of Nerevar and his devotion to the Daedric anticipations.
Feranos understood that he needed formal training with Destruction magicka to realize his dream of becoming a battlemage. If anyone knew of a willing trainer, it would be the Nerevarine. Feranos was sure of it. When word went out that the Nerevarine was assembling an expedition to Akavir, Feranos chose to join them. He was unmarried and restless, seeking a chance to increase his magical affinity. The aspiring Dunmer apprentice said his farewells to his family and departed for Sheogorad.
However, the fates had other plans for Feranos. He was in Ald Velothi when the Oblivion Gates opened and Mehrunes Dagon’s legions of dremora ravaged Morrowind. Feranos participated in the defense of the city, though he wasn’t of much help with his limited skill with magicka. After the Gates unexpectedly closed, he rushed to Ald’ruhn to visit his family. The mood was solemn, even by Dunmer standards, when Feranos arrived. The daedra had killed his uncle Bervaso and his brother Ather. One of the slaves, Nakuma the Argonian, had gone missing. Feranos’s parents were devastated by the losses. Ather and Bervaso were buried in the Telvayn cardruhn, an ancestral tomb several miles from the city. Feranos stayed with his parents, aiding in the reconstruction of the city.
Morrowind was just beginning to rebound when events took a turn for the worst. With the disappearance of Vivec, the Ministry of Truth plummeted from its position above Vivec City, completely destroying the city. The impact causes Red Mountain to erupt, drowning all of Vvardenfell in fire and ash. The Telvayn family survived the chaos, though both of the family’s remaining slaves, Ja’Virr and Junal-Ru, perished in the flames. The Argonians of Black Marsh take advantage of the disorder and invade mainland Morrowind. House Redoran does its best to rebuild the ruined settlements of Vvardenfell and combat the growing Argonian threat.
Feranos is angered by the unceasing catastrophes plaguing the Dunmer. Like many natives of Morrowind, he feared that it is Azura’s wrath, punishment for the worship of the Tribunal. Feranos determined that if anyone can redeem the Dunmer, then it is Azura’s champion, the Nerevarine.
Feranos boarded Arrow, a ship docked in Dagon Fel, and set off in search of the Nerevarine. Feranos was 226 old at the time, fairly young for an elf. After several years of sailing through the Padomaic Ocean, Arrow made landfall. It had reached the Goblin Islands, the southwestern region of Akavir.
Feranos now has two ambitions, to fulfill his dream of becoming an accomplished battlemage and spellsword, and to find the Nerevarine and convince them to return to Morrowind. He is to board a ship bound for Septimia later tonight...
[EDIT: Now that I think about it, it would make more sense for the background to end with Feranos arriving on Akavir.]
Skooma kills!
(In-depth Character Outline and Magic Application should be done soon!)
Denied Your Power-Gaming definition is slightly off from what we want. Go to the rules section of Enjin, you should know where its at, to get a better idea of the definition we are wanting.
ADDED SECTION: The third type is when a player forces player(s) into an outcome. Say Player 3 stabs Player 4. Player 3 says that Player 4 is dead, despite Player 4 claiming that the wound is minor. Player 4 power-gamed. This type is seen when players say "*stabs the person*" instead of "*attempts to stab the person*".
Silly me, how could I forget that part.
- Name: This is required for you to give to me. I have to know the name, but don't worry, I won't meta-game with it. No one can. If they can, correct them in this and call for staff immediately.
- Age: You're going to have to hand this over as well. "Unknown" could be anywhere from 6 to 87. It needs to be here.
- Background: This is more of a check than anything, but I have to know the truth behind your character. As long as this is his real background, I'll let it pass, the story telling was quite good, even if the crying man did offset a little bit.
- Rules: Make sure you check them all.
Until you fix this app up a bit, it is DENIED
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