Alright. Hopefully this works for you. I as more specific in my characters travels saying where he went. I also specified where the town he grew up in was. I didnt use/make up a name for it because I didnt know what I would even call it or if it would even need a name. If you do want a specific name for it I will make one. I was also more specific in how he got to Akavir. I hope this clears everything up.
Sorry to make you have to go through all of this again for such minor changes.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Its basically being OP. In RP combat it would be things like *Kills [insert name]* or *stabs [name] in the gut.*. Making combat unfair and not giving your opponent a fair shot at actually winning the combat.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
Eventually he reached the end of the old mans minor knowledge of the arts and Astien left him. Left the town, his friends, his parents all of them and he traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. As he was about to travel down into Elswery he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find his power. There in a land largely unknown Astien would create a legend of himself. So he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
OOC: IGN: EpicFirno Age: 13 Why us?: Doing RP is really fun, and tons of people are in this! It is a large RP server that incorperates Skyrim into Minecraft, with many other players, I wouldn't pass this chance! Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, I cannot seem to be able to access Planet Minecraft right now Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is being able to experience another life through words Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge ones character has not yet learned, to progress faster. Using outside information Define Power-gaming in your words: One hit KO's, control over multiple characters, ruining a battle by being unfair and unrealistic,
IC: Name:Firno Malicas Nickname: (Optional) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Dark brown hair, somewhat dark colored skin, Brown eyes, about 6 feet tall, no scars or facial hair Personality: Eager, serious when nessesary, a thinker, enjoys fire In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Firno narrows his eyes* Bandit: What? You gonna stop me? Get out of the way hero wannabe! *Firno grips the hilt of his sword* Bandit:*chuckles* What? So you want to fight? Firno:*grins* Yes *Firno pulles out his sword, with his right hand, and slashes at the bandit downward* *The bandit barely manages to block attack with his own sword**Grunts in suprise* *Firno pivots the bottom of his sword, past the bandits and elbows him in the face*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Firno grew up in a middle-richish class family. He lived in Solitude. He had the average schooling, and life. However, this would not suffice for him. He longed for adventure. He had then decided to be a soldier (at the age of 18), and became a guard of Solitude. He had been a soldier for some time, and he was bored, he did nothing important. He didn't ever truly seem to find any enjoyment in this, and so he left unexpectedly. Because Firno had joined as a soldier, he had learned to weild a sword, single handedly. With this skill, he believed that he would be able to manage. He was completely wrong.
Venturing without a map was a poor idea, he had rushed to much and as a result, he forgot a few essential items. He quickly managed to escape Solitude and continued south. From there, he followed the river down to Dragon Bridge. He had not run into any trouble yet, things were looking good. However, it was getting dark. He had to find shelter quickly. There was a cave, little did he know that it was infested with Frostbite Spiders. He was battered, and bruised by the suddenly appearing enemy. It was a long night.
Somehow, he had survived and left as soon as possible. He had run into Continuing south, he stumbled upon a farm village. This village was called Rorikstead, which was coincidentally founded by another former Imperial soldier. For around a year, he trained himself to successfully wield his single sword as well as helping out with the village, in return for his stay there. Once he was sure his skills would suffice, he left, and because the word of Akavir had reached his ear, he set off for Akavir.
Alright. Hopefully this works for you. I as more specific in my characters travels saying where he went. I also specified where the town he grew up in was. I didnt use/make up a name for it because I didnt know what I would even call it or if it would even need a name. If you do want a specific name for it I will make one. I was also more specific in how he got to Akavir. I hope this clears everything up.
Sorry to make you have to go through all of this again for such minor changes.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Its basically being OP. In RP combat it would be things like *Kills [insert name]* or *stabs [name] in the gut.*. Making combat unfair and not giving your opponent a fair shot at actually winning the combat.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
Eventually he reached the end of the old mans minor knowledge of the arts and Astien left him. Left the town, his friends, his parents all of them and he traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. As he was about to travel down into Elswery he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find his power. There in a land largely unknown Astien would create a legend of himself. So he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
((Also, Skooma Kills))
Good moooooooooorning, MCF! Let's start off today with a hot review, shall we?
- Power-gaming: Incorrect. Power-gaming is not being OP, being OP is being OP, not power-gaming. Power-gaming is a way you make an action involving another person.
- Magic: http://elderscrollsakavir.enjin.com/akavir/m/9001376/viewthread/5600700-magic-application-template
You'll need to fill one of these out for your magic skill, but don't make your character too OP at the start.
- Background: I'm gonna tack this one on here, there's no real "problem" I see with it, but I'd like some more details. He left his family, town, everything he knew behind, how did someone like that get anywhere? He wouldn't be functioning well without guidance, and how did it emotionally affect him?
For now, this app is DENIED
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
OOC: IGN: EpicFirno Age: 13 Why us?: Doing RP is really fun, and tons of people are in this! It is a large RP server that incorperates Skyrim into Minecraft, with many other players, I wouldn't pass this chance! Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, I cannot seem to be able to access Planet Minecraft right now Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is being able to experience another life through words Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge ones character has not yet learned, to progress faster. Using outside information Define Power-gaming in your words: One hit KO's, control over multiple characters, ruining a battle by being unfair and unrealistic,
IC: Name:Firno Malicas Nickname: (Optional) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Dark brown hair, somewhat dark colored skin, Brown eyes, about 6 feet tall, no scars or facial hair Personality: Eager, serious when nessesary, a thinker, enjoys fire In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Firno narrows his eyes* Bandit: What? You gonna stop me? Get out of the way hero wannabe! *Firno grips the hilt of his sword* Bandit:*chuckles* What? So you want to fight? Firno:*grins* Yes *Firno pulles out his sword, with his right hand, and slashes at the bandit downward* *The bandit barely manages to block attack with his own sword**Grunts in suprise* *Firno pivots the bottom of his sword, past the bandits and elbows him in the face*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Firno grew up in a middle-richish class family. He lived in Solitude. He had the average schooling, and life. However, this would not suffice for him. He longed for adventure. He had then decided to be a soldier (at the age of 18), and became a guard of Solitude. He had been a soldier for some time, and he was bored, he did nothing important. He didn't ever truly seem to find any enjoyment in this, and so he left unexpectedly. Because Firno had joined as a soldier, he had learned to weild a sword, single handedly. With this skill, he believed that he would be able to manage. He was completely wrong.
Venturing without a map was a poor idea, he had rushed to much and as a result, he forgot a few essential items. He quickly managed to escape Solitude and continued south. From there, he followed the river down to Dragon Bridge. He had not run into any trouble yet, things were looking good. However, it was getting dark. He had to find shelter quickly. There was a cave, little did he know that it was infested with Frostbite Spiders. He was battered, and bruised by the suddenly appearing enemy. It was a long night.
Somehow, he had survived and left as soon as possible. He had run into Continuing south, he stumbled upon a farm village. This village was called Rorikstead, which was coincidentally founded by another former Imperial soldier. For around a year, he trained himself to successfully wield his single sword as well as helping out with the village, in return for his stay there. Once he was sure his skills would suffice, he left, and because the word of Akavir had reached his ear, he set off for Akavir.
"Skooma kills!"
Another app to fall to my slaughter...I-I mean...helpful hand.
- Power-gaming: This is defined wrong, as it isn't able to be defined by a few instances like you described. You need to give us the type of action you are performing.
- Personality: I'd like to see your character summed up in more than just a few words. Give him depth!
- Rp example: I need more flow to be added to this RP, what's here is stiff and without much detail, contest, or environment. Don't hold back!
- Background: This isn't much of a background, this is a very rough outline that details his leaving for Akavir rather haphazardly. His entire childhood was skipped over by calling it "Average" What kind of life is "average" in the elder scrolls? You have the entire world at your fingertips to say your character could have held an interest in, and you ignore it by calling it "average"
Also, why did he leave Akavir? There's no real reason listed here.
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
OOC: IGN: acecaim OOC nick: ace Name: Ian Age: 16 Why us?: I am an absolute TES fan, I have a great knowledge of lore, and I love to Roleplay Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting out another world, like a play that is made up on the spot, in character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you are OOC and you hear some one say "My character is a thief" then in character you use it and say "THIEF, PICKPOCKET!!!" Define Power-gaming in your words: Giving the other rper little to no options for their turn example *Bob swings his axe into Odi's chest, blood gushes everywhere* then the next Rper "..."
(I noticed that the Kamal wasn't working out so I returned to what is safe lol. I am using my facebook Rp information, but I changed some things to be more lore friendly) IC: Name: Isaac Gever Nickname: Gever Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Blue eyes, copper blonde hair, he is a little short 5'6" average build, a scar going from below his left eye down to his jaw line. Good hygiene. Good health. If one would guess they would think he is a high class man, though he is smack in the middle. Personality: Loves to flirt with all the ladies out there (particularly Elven ones, especially Bosmer ones), loves taking the shiny things. In-game RP Fight example: He Quickly slips through the window, unseen by the guards eye. He quietly sneaks behind the guard using shadow as his guise his left hand covers the guards mouth, while his right presses down on his throat. The guard is unconscious, he continues into the next room. There it is the golden diamond necklace. He carefully lifts the display case's lid, his hand grabs the necklace and sneaks back to the door. He notices that there are two guards in front of the gate out. One guard sees Isaacs axe reflect some light, "Over there!" the two bolt towards him, Isaac thinks to himself well . He wait for the guards to approach him. The one on the left swings so Isaac drops and rolls forward dodging the blade, though the guard sees this and swings. The sword cuts Isaac's arm perhaps an inch deep wound. Isaac's roll turns into a fall and he screams with pain, though his life shall not end here. He lifts his axe out of his thigh strapping. holding it in his right arm he swings, not to hit his foe but to catch his sword. It works, the guards sword is caught between the axe's head and shaft. Isaac pulls disarming the guard. He then turns and runs toward the gate. He leaps into the air, grabbing one of the gate's tips with his left arm. This cause some blood the burst out of his wound, the pain almost makes him bite his tongue off. he uses his axe like a climbing pick and rolls over the gate, cutting and scrapping his side in the process. He quickly limps away into the sewers, back into the safety of the guild. Background: He is a very wanted man in High Rock, though he has only been caught once. He was on a heist job, trying to steal the kings crown. He had it in his pouch and was almost out the window and then an arrow pinned his bag to the wall, causing the crown to fall out. He could only see that it was a woman, a bosmer. He soon recognized she was the famous "blackbow" or Nimriel (thanks Wolfblood lol). She approached him with several guard, Isaac raised his hands and said "ahh seems that the little bird has found the snake..." she appeared to be angered at him, he did not like this. "Who do you think you are to steal my father's crown." He took an unnoticed step closer to her and said, "That is my job little bird." he then quickly kissed her on the cheek and bolted out the window. He stopped in the window for a brief moment, turned around and said "Until next time my little blue jay." He then without hesitation leaped from the window into the river below. After this the hooded thief known as "The hood" or "The King of thieves" became infamous and almost all heists, robberies, etc. were all blamed on him. He had grown up a thief, having a beggar father and a poor mother. He was accepted into the guild when he was 12. Since then he has been training and out in the field. His first fishing job was an old ring, which he wears today. The Guild is his home, and always will be. So when things became too complicated in High Rock he left, and he set sail to Akavir. For a new beginning, with nothing but his steel war-axe and his armor.
OOC: IGN: acecaim OOC nick: ace Name: Ian Age: 16 Why us?: I am an absolute TES fan, I have a great knowledge of lore, and I love to Roleplay Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting out another world, like a play that is made up on the spot, in character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you are OOC and you hear some one say "My character is a thief" then in character you use it and say "THIEF, PICKPOCKET!!!" Define Power-gaming in your words: Giving the other rper little to no options for their turn example *Bob swings his axe into Odi's chest, blood gushes everywhere* then the next Rper "..."
(I noticed that the Kamal wasn't working out so I returned to what is safe lol. I am using my facebook Rp information, but I changed some things to be more lore friendly) IC: Name: Isaac Gever Nickname: Gever Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Blue eyes, copper blonde hair, he is a little short 5'6" average build, a scar going from below his left eye down to his jaw line. Good hygiene. Good health. If one would guess they would think he is a high class man, though he is smack in the middle. Personality: Loves to flirt with all the ladies out there (particularly Elven ones, especially Bosmer ones), loves taking the shiny things. In-game RP Fight example: He Quickly slips through the window, unseen by the guards eye. He quietly sneaks behind the guard using shadow as his guise his left hand covers the guards mouth, while his right presses down on his throat. The guard is unconscious, he continues into the next room. There it is the golden diamond necklace. He carefully lifts the display case's lid, his hand grabs the necklace and sneaks back to the door. He notices that there are two guards in front of the gate out. One guard sees Isaacs axe reflect some light, "Over there!" the two bolt towards him, Isaac thinks to himself well . He wait for the guards to approach him. The one on the left swings so Isaac drops and rolls forward dodging the blade, though the guard sees this and swings. The sword cuts Isaac's arm perhaps an inch deep wound. Isaac's roll turns into a fall and he screams with pain, though his life shall not end here. He lifts his axe out of his thigh strapping. holding it in his right arm he swings, not to hit his foe but to catch his sword. It works, the guards sword is caught between the axe's head and shaft. Isaac pulls disarming the guard. He then turns and runs toward the gate. He leaps into the air, grabbing one of the gate's tips with his left arm. This cause some blood the burst out of his wound, the pain almost makes him bite his tongue off. he uses his axe like a climbing pick and rolls over the gate, cutting and scrapping his side in the process. He quickly limps away into the sewers, back into the safety of the guild. Background: He is a very wanted man in High Rock, though he has only been caught once. He was on a heist job, trying to steal the kings crown. He had it in his pouch and was almost out the window and then an arrow pinned his bag to the wall, causing the crown to fall out. He could only see that it was a woman, a bosmer. He soon recognized she was the famous "blackbow" or Nimriel (thanks Wolfblood lol). She approached him with several guard, Isaac raised his hands and said "ahh seems that the little bird has found the snake..." she appeared to be angered at him, he did not like this. "Who do you think you are to steal my father's crown." He took an unnoticed step closer to her and said, "That is my job little bird." he then quickly kissed her on the cheek and bolted out the window. He stopped in the window for a brief moment, turned around and said "Until next time my little blue jay." He then without hesitation leaped from the window into the river below. After this the hooded thief known as "The hood" or "The King of thieves" became infamous and almost all heists, robberies, etc. were all blamed on him. He had grown up a thief, having a beggar father and a poor mother. He was accepted into the guild when he was 12. Since then he has been training and out in the field. His first fishing job was an old ring, which he wears today. The Guild is his home, and always will be. So when things became too complicated in High Rock he left, and he set sail to Akavir. For a new beginning, with nothing but his steel war-axe and his armor.
Your power-gaming definition isn't quite there yet, your background must be two paragraphs long, tell about his life and how he got to Akavir not a generic heist that makes me think he's over powered, and read the rules.
- Fixed the definition of Power Gaming
- Addded a link to the Accepted Magic App on the Akavir Enjin Website
- 3rd and 4th paragraphs of the Background were revised to add more detail for his emotions and what he went through during his travels as asked.
Hope it all works out this time. Im doing this little change log cause im sure its faster than just going through and reading it all over again.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible or able to do actions easier, without giving your opponent time to react or respond.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.
Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
Why us?: Well, I am a fan of the Elder Scrolls series, and I am also a major fan of minecraft role play servers, so I got the best of both worlds here.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing, is where you take the persona of someone in a mythical world. You act and emote everything that person is feeling or saying in great detail. You do not over emphasize, and you do not under-emphasize, you play to a realistic point, and you never do things that make no sense to your true character. IE: Guard murders for no reason at all. That makes no sense, a guard would not kill, just because a man is standing there, with no motive, or reason to the RP.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: You use OOC discoveries, or loop holes and then add them IC. IE: A man is hiding but you easily find him, because you use the gamer ID above his head.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming, is what N00BS do in RP. It's basically, "I'm a god, so I can shoot five men, from over a mile away, in the head with a single arrow"
IC:
Name: Xander Silverforge
Nickname: (Optional) Silver
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, rather muscular but nothing excessive. Fairly good height, about six foot two. His hair is long all around his head. Normal looking medieval clothing.
Personality: Brave, daring, considerate, charming, self sacrificial protective of his allies.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Xander Silverforge swings his sword, toward the Risen Nord.
Alexander Reznov: Parries the attack!
Alexander Reznov: "You clearly, underestimated my power young one, you have made a grave mistake"
Xander Silverforge: Chuckles menacingly "No, I believe it is you, who underestimated my power"
Xander Silverforge: "Swings his sword once again for the Arthur Reznov this time successfully striking the legs, causing blood to rush out of the wound."
Arthur Reznov "Cries out in pain"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, perhaps I did underestimate the younger generation."
Xander Silverforge: "Backs away from Arthur Reznov"
Arthur Reznov: " Draws his bow and fires, hitting Xander Silverforge in the upper right shoulder"
Arthur Reznov: "Then again, I am rarely wrong"
Xander Silverforge: "Cries out in pain as he pulls the arrow out and crumples to the ground"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, you younger generation have lost your true fighting nature..."
Arthur Reznov: "Scoffing, he turns his back on Xander Silverforge and begins to walk away."
Xander Silverforge: "Hastily runs and stabs Alexander through the chest"
Alexander Reznov: "Gasps in both pain and shock" I...cannot believe this."
Xander Silverforge: "Believe it" he says, as he pulls the sword out.
Arthur Reznov: "Collapses to the ground"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Xander Silverforge is a born archer, he always have been since his early days. He grew up on a farm back in Skyrim which accounts for his knowledge of farming, it was there he also first learned how to use a bow. When he got his hands on one at the young age of seven, he was barley big enough to hold it, however as the years went by and he grew larger, he enjoyed the bow more and more. In modern day, it is his weapon of choice. On the farm his mother would teach him at home, this has granted him the skill to read, and write.
One day, his Uncle told him of Akavir, and the many wonders and rumors of great wealth there. His entire family was living in poverty now, seeing as he was the only one who would be capable of hard labor, as his parents had aged and his Uncle is a cripple. His siblings were not of age yet, to leave their native lands, and to venture out. Xander took the responsibility upon himself, and set off seeking adventure, fortune, and a place in society.
This has probably been asked and answered before, but it's 1AM and I can't read through 150+ pages to find the answer. But the elder scrolls always had theft and murder. In most minecraft servers, these are frowned upon as greifing. I assume that you would punish people who get caught, similar to how getting caught in elder scrolls sends you to jail, but not outright ban them. Or do I assume wrong and thief / assassin players are not allowed?
I might as well try and apply. My skills include building mob farms and giant TNT machines. To make it lore friendly, lets call them SOUL TRAPPING DUNGEONS OF DARKNESS AND PAIN and TOWERS OF OPENING AN OBLIVION GATE IN YOUR ****.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
5/10/2012
Posts:
42
Member Details
OOC:
IGN:azeis
Age:24
Why us?: I enjoy a roleplay server, and there are not many good ones, so I am hoping to try this one out and see if it is good or ok, not likely to be bad
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No b I might if I get accepted and like the server enough to do so.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is to me, to think as if you were the character him self, to think "how would my guy respond to that depending on his interests and history.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: to me, meta gaming is cheating as it ruins the point of RolePlaying servers with outside sources like Skype and other stuff so that someone can get the upper hand in the game, making it pointless and unfair
Define Power-gaming in your words: Ok I know what it is I think, and the link on the website telling me what it is, is not working for me and takes me to the backround with no text, bu there I go, to power game is to say what someone else does or attempts to do even though the other person has a say in it, basically also against the main rule of roleplay as it strips the choice of other players and ruin the experience for them as well as the player as it takes away risk if it is done and nothing is done about it
IC:
Name: Ultórem
Nickname: (Optional)Weave, or sow
Age:26
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Green Robe. Gold Trimming. made of some sort of mammoth wool and is stuffy, hinting origins in Skyrim, and built as though for winter but no matter how hot it gets he never takes it off
Personality: kind, but depressed, hopeful yet hopeless, he does not know what to think any more
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
{Weave} Hmm, yes I..I'm doing it!
{mother} Yes, your coat will be ready in a few weeks if you continue to practice!
{Weave} Will I ever master sowing like you did mother?
{mother} of course Ultórem, you will inherit the shop as I did and as your grand father did his grandfather did. or do I have to run that through your head again?
{Weave} yes yes, I know, I will inherit the shop and so will my grandchildren and their grandchildren.
{Weave}" Looks out of the near window next to his favorite wooden chair, at his mothers shop of cloths and wears to see carriage coming in, he rushes out side to greet his father after he brings news of a strange goings on at the local tavern The Winking Skeever."
{Father} yes, that's what the guards said, murdered, in his own inn, shame really he was a good innkeeper.
{Weave}"Weave interrupts to show his father something"
{Weave} father, come look at this wool pendant I made for you for when you come home from the castle,
"weave shows a wool pendant in a silver casing to his father."
{Father} it is very good son, I will keep it with me till I grow old and sit in the old inn recalling this very moment.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Weave or Sow or Ultórem as his mother called him in childhood, was always kind hearted and enjoyed samller things over big things like the large blue butterflies that flew past him in the crisp yet cold Skyrim days, he was friends with an argonian by the name of Sia'kul, who lived around the docks and whose father, a fisherman, raised him for his life, but their friend ship ended when Sia had said the wrong thing at the wrong time when Weave was 22 years old, and had mentioned while drunk and insulted something in Weave that he could never forgive, in the end of it however he got his name, Weave. he was happy with life before this, but than things changed as weave grew, he had a thirst for knowledge which in the end did him no good, it led to him garnering trouble sleeping as he predicted what was going to happen next, the suffering if things do not change, the torment that will consume his family if nobody does anything to stop it, which is why he decided he would try for magic, which distrusted in skyrim, may have been the wiser thing to do to his mind, as he wanted out, he wanted to get out of it all and live in peace for once, outside of the tormented dreams he gets in sleep that awake him, and then it happened, his mother and father where killed in a dreaded storm that had destroyed the roof over them when he was 21, it was then he decided to leave skyrim and leave tamriel after he got something that he saw as a sign from the gods to get away from this life, so for years he saved money and continued his trade as a fletcher until had garnered enough septims.
He had found a ship going to the land of Akavir, he read of it of course in books and the trade routs that had been there as well, but never really went there, so he decided he would use what little gold he had left and go under the name of Weave, for it was the only name he had left to remember his days of happiness, that and a small wool pendant sown in to his green large coat. Some say he wears the clothes because he is icy underneath and needs warmth of some sort from the mammoth wool, while others say he needs help and are depressed by the sight of his sadness, for he has nothing left to lose, so he wound up on the ship, ended up on Akavir, and after that is yet to be told, but maybe he can find a friend to help his ultimate goal...
Why would they ship him off? By cure him do you mean get him off of drugs?
Denied If a character is completely scratched before joining the server, we would most likely just say he never existed
To hear out the questions bestowed upon me, I will explain thusly. *Basically Dinsius had gone through rehabilitation and successfully quit drugs. He was shipped off to Akavir after a council found him to be too wild and stubborn to lead a successful life in Tamriel. Dinsuis agreed to this fate rather than spend eons in a dungeon jail. Akavir was the best option for him. The people of Chorrol arranged with the help of the legion, to have Dinsius work off his punishments in Akavir as a laborer of his choosing. Simply put, cheap labor is needed in Akavir and he is to work with anyone already there.*
Here stands the application yet again (*I will italicize any additions/changes to save you all time, tell me if there is anything else unclear; it is all at the bottom of the application*):
OOC: Scott
IGN: Endo93
Age: 19
Timezone: US Eastern Time
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls experience based in Akavir. I wish to expand on the lore and concepts Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet as I wish to fully experience the server
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is simply extending oneself into an interactive world as another being then themselves whether or not their avatar is similar or not.
Define Meta-gaming in your words (Hopefully this helps): Meta-gaming is when any character in role-play falls out of character to find out information, either through outside sources such as forums, strategy guides, and other people that are out of character as well. The character then uses this information in-game without going through the natural process of discovery. They go beyond the acceptable means of in-game books, role-play conversations, and exploring. Another example of meta-gaming is addressing in-character players by their actual name, their username, or even their in-game without being introduced in any way.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically, Power-Gaming is a forced situation a player makes to give them the upper-handin a game.
IC: Name: Dinsius Nickname: Din Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Imperial
Appearance: Wears dark red, black, and green tattered clothes. Has dark eyes, tan skin, one buck tooth, a long handlebar mustache, no shoes, and a funny blueish hat.
Weapons: Nothing
Magic: Completely incompetent and has everything blow up in his face at the moment
Personality: Has little to say. Keeps to himself and hardly trusts anyone unless he is drunk or on skooma
In-game RP Fight example (Include Setting and Dialogue) :
*Dinsius is in a bar, when he gets picked on by a group of Nords*
[Nords] "Look at that milk-drinker Imperial over there! Isn't he pathetic? Young lad with nothing to show! [Dinsius] *Feeling out of it in every way possible* "You best not be speaking of me, especially in front of mine eyes!" [Nords] "Go away to your precious 'Eight Divines' you Elf pawn!" [Dinsius] "You do not use thy speechcraft in such offensive a manner!" [Nords] "Maybe you won't have such a problem if we take those ears of yers!" [Dinsius] "Go forth and try!" *Shows his teeth in an aggressive fashion* [Nords] *Attempts to hack Dinsius to pieces* "We bid you welcome to Oblivion, Milk-drinker!" [Dinsius] *Attempts to knock a Nord unconscious, but ends up dodging and trying to attack until the Nords are worn out and bored* [Nords] *Fall asleep as Dinsius leaves them in their own undoing*
Background (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
"I am Dinsius, an Imperial, born in 4E 269 near Chorrol. Be as I often was seen as one of the most bland Imperials to walk the face of Nirn, so I decided to live off Nord mead at age 14. My parents were both put into jail when I was a boy, and all of my foster parents were either too busy or simply were alcoholics. I, the Dinsius, failed school and dropped out at the age of 16. I had many run-ins with the authorities for being so dumb as to publicly drink myself stupid. By the age of 17, I happened upon some Moonsugar, and without thinking, consumed it. Some Khajiit merchants saw me in this stupor and sold me a strange substance called "Skooma," while I was in the trans of the century. I, Dinsius, ended up as a Skooma addict with no life for four years when nearly most of the town of Chorrol convened to help cure me after they had enough of my escapades.
At the end of my teen years, all he managed to do was be an unsuccessful thief with no abilities whatsoever and no hope for getting anywhere. I would be denied every opportunity and called such names as 'troll-brains,' 'Skooma-head,' 'The Impy Reel,' and 'milk-drinker.' I would often scam-prank any people I thought of. My tricks caused them financial troubles and had gotten so bad that most of Chorrol had to get involved just to save me. After I was cured, I was back to a boring and troubled existence. Nothing I did seemed good enough to anyone. I was almost a shadow of a man with nothing to show. I was probably one of the most powerless citizens in all of Tamriel. The only reason I could ever get through anything was by avoiding and evading. Finally, at age 22, the city of Chorrol convened a council to find a proper way to enact justice. It came upon the council that no ordinary punishment would be enough and that I would either need to work off my debt to society or spend the next few decades in the worst dungeon cell they have (short of the ones reserved for killers and traitors). The final choice they gave me was to either leave Tamriel and work in Akavir as an essentially banished man, or to rot in jail. I decided to go for the opportunity to work off my misdeeds. They honored my decision to ship me off to 'Ak'a'vir' as they call it. I was more than happy to avoid the known and gruesome consequences and go on an adventure. I have no clue of these fixings I will happen upon when I arrive..."
- Fixed the definition of Power Gaming
- Addded a link to the Accepted Magic App on the Akavir Enjin Website
- 3rd and 4th paragraphs of the Background were revised to add more detail for his emotions and what he went through during his travels as asked.
Hope it all works out this time. Im doing this little change log cause im sure its faster than just going through and reading it all over again.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible or able to do actions easier, without giving your opponent time to react or respond.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.
Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
All right, more apps, here we go
- Power-gaming: This doesn't involve "time" so much as it does a reaction. It's just a way of wording it that makes it right now, but giving someone "time" doesn't mean you aren't power-gaming them.
Check over that one hazy thing, for now, DENIED
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
Why us?: Well, I am a fan of the Elder Scrolls series, and I am also a major fan of minecraft role play servers, so I got the best of both worlds here.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing, is where you take the persona of someone in a mythical world. You act and emote everything that person is feeling or saying in great detail. You do not over emphasize, and you do not under-emphasize, you play to a realistic point, and you never do things that make no sense to your true character. IE: Guard murders for no reason at all. That makes no sense, a guard would not kill, just because a man is standing there, with no motive, or reason to the RP.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: You use OOC discoveries, or loop holes and then add them IC. IE: A man is hiding but you easily find him, because you use the gamer ID above his head.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming, is what N00BS do in RP. It's basically, "I'm a god, so I can shoot five men, from over a mile away, in the head with a single arrow"
IC:
Name: Xander Silverforge
Nickname: (Optional) Silver
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, rather muscular but nothing excessive. Fairly good height, about six foot two. His hair is long all around his head. Normal looking medieval clothing.
Personality: Brave, daring, considerate, charming, self sacrificial protective of his allies.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Xander Silverforge swings his sword, toward the Risen Nord.
Alexander Reznov: Parries the attack!
Alexander Reznov: "You clearly, underestimated my power young one, you have made a grave mistake"
Xander Silverforge: Chuckles menacingly "No, I believe it is you, who underestimated my power"
Xander Silverforge: "Swings his sword once again for the Arthur Reznov this time successfully striking the legs, causing blood to rush out of the wound."
Arthur Reznov "Cries out in pain"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, perhaps I did underestimate the younger generation."
Xander Silverforge: "Backs away from Arthur Reznov"
Arthur Reznov: " Draws his bow and fires, hitting Xander Silverforge in the upper right shoulder"
Arthur Reznov: "Then again, I am rarely wrong"
Xander Silverforge: "Cries out in pain as he pulls the arrow out and crumples to the ground"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, you younger generation have lost your true fighting nature..."
Arthur Reznov: "Scoffing, he turns his back on Xander Silverforge and begins to walk away."
Xander Silverforge: "Hastily runs and stabs Alexander through the chest"
Alexander Reznov: "Gasps in both pain and shock" I...cannot believe this."
Xander Silverforge: "Believe it" he says, as he pulls the sword out.
Arthur Reznov: "Collapses to the ground"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Xander Silverforge is a born archer, he always have been since his early days. He grew up on a farm back in Skyrim which accounts for his knowledge of farming, it was there he also first learned how to use a bow. When he got his hands on one at the young age of seven, he was barley big enough to hold it, however as the years went by and he grew larger, he enjoyed the bow more and more. In modern day, it is his weapon of choice. On the farm his mother would teach him at home, this has granted him the skill to read, and write.
One day, his Uncle told him of Akavir, and the many wonders and rumors of great wealth there. His entire family was living in poverty now, seeing as he was the only one who would be capable of hard labor, as his parents had aged and his Uncle is a cripple. His siblings were not of age yet, to leave their native lands, and to venture out. Xander took the responsibility upon himself, and set off seeking adventure, fortune, and a place in society.
*Shimmies out the review*
- Power-gaming: What you have listed here is being unrealistic to RP, not power-gaming. They are two different things, try and find the power-gaming definition and list it here!
- Name: What kind of last name is Silverforge? "Hello, I'm Silverforge. James Silverforge." Pick a last name more believable and fitting to a Nord.
- Personality: Please give a personality description that isn't summed up in a few words. Go in-depth!
- RP Example: This RP example was confusing, and your choice of one-liners made me cringe. You were fighting with swords, then you suddenly have a bow? You need to use in-depth actions that detail your movements and environments.
- Background: This is hardly a background, you only have here that he had a bow in his youth, and that he left for Akavir. I need more work than this, you need to make a character with a real story.
- Rules: Make sure you read all of them.
So, lot to fix there, but I'm sure you can handle it. Until then, this app is [color=#ff0000]DENIED[/color]
This has probably been asked and answered before, but it's 1AM and I can't read through 150+ pages to find the answer. But the elder scrolls always had theft and murder. In most minecraft servers, these are frowned upon as greifing. I assume that you would punish people who get caught, similar to how getting caught in elder scrolls sends you to jail, but not outright ban them. Or do I assume wrong and thief / assassin players are not allowed?
I might as well try and apply. My skills include building mob farms and giant TNT machines. To make it lore friendly, lets call them SOUL TRAPPING DUNGEONS OF DARKNESS AND PAIN and TOWERS OF OPENING AN OBLIVION GATE IN YOUR ****.
This is a RP server, I have no idea what you think it is, but don't bother applying if you are serious about these "skillsets" as you won't be allowed to do either.
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
OOC:
IGN:azeis
Age:24
Why us?: I enjoy a roleplay server, and there are not many good ones, so I am hoping to try this one out and see if it is good or ok, not likely to be bad
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No b I might if I get accepted and like the server enough to do so.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is to me, to think as if you were the character him self, to think "how would my guy respond to that depending on his interests and history.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: to me, meta gaming is cheating as it ruins the point of RolePlaying servers with outside sources like Skype and other stuff so that someone can get the upper hand in the game, making it pointless and unfair
Define Power-gaming in your words: Ok I know what it is I think, and the link on the website telling me what it is, is not working for me and takes me to the backround with no text, bu there I go, to power game is to say what someone else does or attempts to do even though the other person has a say in it, basically also against the main rule of roleplay as it strips the choice of other players and ruin the experience for them as well as the player as it takes away risk if it is done and nothing is done about it
IC:
Name: Ultórem
Nickname: (Optional)Weave, or sow
Age:26
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Green Robe. Gold Trimming. made of some sort of mammoth wool and is stuffy, hinting origins in Skyrim, and built as though for winter but no matter how hot it gets he never takes it off
Personality: kind, but depressed, hopeful yet hopeless, he does not know what to think any more
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
{Weave} Hmm, yes I..I'm doing it!
{mother} Yes, your coat will be ready in a few weeks if you continue to practice!
{Weave} Will I ever master sowing like you did mother?
{mother} of course Ultórem, you will inherit the shop as I did and as your grand father did his grandfather did. or do I have to run that through your head again?
{Weave} yes yes, I know, I will inherit the shop and so will my grandchildren and their grandchildren.
{Weave}" Looks out of the near window next to his favorite wooden chair, at his mothers shop of cloths and wears to see carriage coming in, he rushes out side to greet his father after he brings news of a strange goings on at the local tavern The Winking Skeever."
{Father} yes, that's what the guards said, murdered, in his own inn, shame really he was a good innkeeper.
{Weave}"Weave interrupts to show his father something"
{Weave} father, come look at this wool pendant I made for you for when you come home from the castle,
"weave shows a wool pendant in a silver casing to his father."
{Father} it is very good son, I will keep it with me till I grow old and sit in the old inn recalling this very moment.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Weave or Sow or Ultórem as his mother called him in childhood, was always kind hearted and enjoyed samller things over big things like the large blue butterflies that flew past him in the crisp yet cold Skyrim days, he was friends with an argonian by the name of Sia'kul, who lived around the docks and whose father, a fisherman, raised him for his life, but their friend ship ended when Sia had said the wrong thing at the wrong time when Weave was 22 years old, and had mentioned while drunk and insulted something in Weave that he could never forgive, in the end of it however he got his name, Weave. he was happy with life before this, but than things changed as weave grew, he had a thirst for knowledge which in the end did him no good, it led to him garnering trouble sleeping as he predicted what was going to happen next, the suffering if things do not change, the torment that will consume his family if nobody does anything to stop it, which is why he decided he would try for magic, which distrusted in skyrim, may have been the wiser thing to do to his mind, as he wanted out, he wanted to get out of it all and live in peace for once, outside of the tormented dreams he gets in sleep that awake him, and then it happened, his mother and father where killed in a dreaded storm that had destroyed the roof over them when he was 21, it was then he decided to leave skyrim and leave tamriel after he got something that he saw as a sign from the gods to get away from this life, so for years he saved money and continued his trade as a fletcher until had garnered enough septims.
He had found a ship going to the land of Akavir, he read of it of course in books and the trade routs that had been there as well, but never really went there, so he decided he would use what little gold he had left and go under the name of Weave, for it was the only name he had left to remember his days of happiness, that and a small wool pendant sown in to his green large coat. Some say he wears the clothes because he is icy underneath and needs warmth of some sort from the mammoth wool, while others say he needs help and are depressed by the sight of his sadness, for he has nothing left to lose, so he wound up on the ship, ended up on Akavir, and after that is yet to be told, but maybe he can find a friend to help his ultimate goal...
Let's keep these reviews coming, here's yours.
- Meta-gaming: I need more information than calling it "unfair" as that could be anything you don't deem far. Define it, don't just give a specific example either.
- Personality: I need more than a few words in this to see you've put thought into your character, would you seem up a friend in 6 or so words? Efficiently?
- RP Example: I need a RP example, not a dialogue example. Actions, environment and all the other things to construct a setting.
- Rules: Make sure you read them all.
All right, check all that, until then, DENIED
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
To hear out the questions bestowed upon me, I will explain thusly. *Basically Dinsius had gone through rehabilitation and successfully quit drugs. He was shipped off to Akavir after a council found him to be too wild and stubborn to lead a successful life in Tamriel. Dinsuis agreed to this fate rather than spend eons in a dungeon jail. Akavir was the best option for him. The people of Chorrol arranged with the help of the legion, to have Dinsius work off his punishments in Akavir as a laborer of his choosing. Simply put, cheap labor is needed in Akavir and he is to work with anyone already there.*
Here stands the application yet again (*I will italicize any additions/changes to save you all time, tell me if there is anything else unclear; it is all at the bottom of the application*):
OOC: Scott
IGN: Endo93
Age: 19
Timezone: US Eastern Time
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls experience based in Akavir. I wish to expand on the lore and concepts Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet as I wish to fully experience the server
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is simply extending oneself into an interactive world as another being then themselves whether or not their avatar is similar or not.
Define Meta-gaming in your words (Hopefully this helps): Meta-gaming is when any character in role-play falls out of character to find out information, either through outside sources such as forums, strategy guides, and other people that are out of character as well. The character then uses this information in-game without going through the natural process of discovery. They go beyond the acceptable means of in-game books, role-play conversations, and exploring. Another example of meta-gaming is addressing in-character players by their actual name, their username, or even their in-game without being introduced in any way.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically, Power-Gaming is a forced situation a player makes to give them the upper-handin a game.
IC: Name: Dinsius Nickname: Din Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Imperial
Appearance: Wears dark red, black, and green tattered clothes. Has dark eyes, tan skin, one buck tooth, a long handlebar mustache, no shoes, and a funny blueish hat.
Weapons: Nothing
Magic: Completely incompetent and has everything blow up in his face at the moment
Personality: Has little to say. Keeps to himself and hardly trusts anyone unless he is drunk or on skooma
In-game RP Fight example (Include Setting and Dialogue) :
*Dinsius is in a bar, when he gets picked on by a group of Nords*
[Nords] "Look at that milk-drinker Imperial over there! Isn't he pathetic? Young lad with nothing to show! [Dinsius] *Feeling out of it in every way possible* "You best not be speaking of me, especially in front of mine eyes!" [Nords] "Go away to your precious 'Eight Divines' you Elf pawn!" [Dinsius] "You do not use thy speechcraft in such offensive a manner!" [Nords] "Maybe you won't have such a problem if we take those ears of yers!" [Dinsius] "Go forth and try!" *Shows his teeth in an aggressive fashion* [Nords] *Attempts to hack Dinsius to pieces* "We bid you welcome to Oblivion, Milk-drinker!" [Dinsius] *Attempts to knock a Nord unconscious, but ends up dodging and trying to attack until the Nords are worn out and bored* [Nords] *Fall asleep as Dinsius leaves them in their own undoing*
Background (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
"I am Dinsius, an Imperial, born in 4E 269 near Chorrol. Be as I often was seen as one of the most bland Imperials to walk the face of Nirn, so I decided to live off Nord mead at age 14. My parents were both put into jail when I was a boy, and all of my foster parents were either too busy or simply were alcoholics. I, the Dinsius, failed school and dropped out at the age of 16. I had many run-ins with the authorities for being so dumb as to publicly drink myself stupid. By the age of 17, I happened upon some Moonsugar, and without thinking, consumed it. Some Khajiit merchants saw me in this stupor and sold me a strange substance called "Skooma," while I was in the trans of the century. I, Dinsius, ended up as a Skooma addict with no life for four years when nearly most of the town of Chorrol convened to help cure me after they had enough of my escapades.
At the end of my teen years, all he managed to do was be an unsuccessful thief with no abilities whatsoever and no hope for getting anywhere. I would be denied every opportunity and called such names as 'troll-brains,' 'Skooma-head,' 'The Impy Reel,' and 'milk-drinker.' I would often scam-prank any people I thought of. My tricks caused them financial troubles and had gotten so bad that most of Chorrol had to get involved just to save me. After I was cured, I was back to a boring and troubled existence. Nothing I did seemed good enough to anyone. I was almost a shadow of a man with nothing to show. I was probably one of the most powerless citizens in all of Tamriel. The only reason I could ever get through anything was by avoiding and evading. Finally, at age 22, the city of Chorrol convened a council to find a proper way to enact justice. It came upon the council that no ordinary punishment would be enough and that I would either need to work off my debt to society or spend the next few decades in the worst dungeon cell they have (short of the ones reserved for killers and traitors). The final choice they gave me was to either leave Tamriel and work in Akavir as an essentially banished man, or to rot in jail. I decided to go for the opportunity to work off my misdeeds. They honored my decision to ship me off to 'Ak'a'vir' as they call it. I was more than happy to avoid the known and gruesome consequences and go on an adventure. I have no clue of these fixings I will happen upon when I arrive..."
When Skooma Kills, there are no thrills!
Last one for now it seems!
- Power-gaming: Explain what you mean by this, there's not enough to prove you know the right answer here.
- Personality: Don't sum your character up in just a few words, give them depth and explain their real feelings and thoughts.
- RP Example: This made me laugh. What even happened? I don't know. You need to use detailed actions and give an environment, not just *tries to hack to pieces* as this doesn't give any context for the action. I hope running them all to sleep was a joke.
Look those things over, until they are fixed, this app is DENIED
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
Powergaming though yee be my bane I shall conquer thee with this ((hopefully) last attempt. Powergaming hopefully fixed.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible. It is also things such as killing or controlling other people's characters and not giving them a chance to react on their own.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.
Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
For the killing of parents it may not be "likely" in a traditional sense, my character was motivated and had the resolve due to RP influences to take the drastic action. But it doesn't mean she's a killing machine by any means, only that she can take that action if certain factors are in place. In this case it was neglect enough to make her begin to starve and become unhealthy. OOC: IGN: zcdlatini Age: 14 Why us?: I like serious/in-depth rp servers. My friends are on here and one recommended it to me (Colin). Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will after the app. Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking control of a person in a environment and living their life as they would. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information that your character would not know IC Define Power-gaming in your words: You are making a forced situation to get a upper hand in fighting.
IC: Name: Cania Cullian Nickname: Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Imperial (Also shes a Vampire) Appearance: She has brown hair that goes up to her shoulders (Sorry the picture makes it so long and that its white.) Dresses that are red and pink are a must have for her, She doesn't have much of a body mass, you could call her having some anorexia. She wears stockings now and then and heels. Personality: She has a tendency to talk back, once she doesn't like to be controlled (E.G Her parents.) With that she likes to have control over a situation. Due to how she is well a vampire she tests and tries people, trying to find their weak points and to see if they are who they say they are. Again with being a vampire she is usually shy, keeping to herself to be away from people and what she likes to call "Torches and pitchforks" (Peoples temper and hate towards her). Of course what wold life be without a little fun? When she goes out at night to feed or get some fresh air she occasionally plays jokes, having a somewhat cruel taste of humor when she sees fear or pain. She has a taste for music also, liking pieces that include lute or flute's. In-game RP Fight example: *It's daytime outside of her home, she is getting ready to get some rest as a loud crack comes from the opposite side of the house, shes in a robe and has reading glasses on, looking a bit messy* Another one? *She sighs, so far she had have three people. A "Knight" (A peasant in wood armor), A "Mage" (A small child that knocked on her door and threatened to banish her and make her disappear), and now whoever this is. The local town doesn't like her. She gets it. She is getting her things packed already, hopes already high for the trip, but this is annoying as she gets ready to leave* *The man is trying to be sneaky, getting more relaxed that this looks like a normal farm house, A vampire couldn't live here! It's too normal. His shoes although are making loud squeaks as he walks only the floorboards* *She pouts, sitting down and opening a book about Akvair, It may not be exactly a book, more so a journal of a man, but it's the closest to get her ready to find out what to expect* *He looks around each corner he comes across. Slowly making his way to the pout of the woman* *She is still in there, leg's crossed as she sits on a wood chair near a shelf, no fire or windows in sight. Her robe is a white cloth and the glasses slip down a bit on her nose as she looks up disapprovingly.* *He comes to the door way, standing there staring back at her, A woman? They want him to kill her? She doesn't even seem to be of age.* May I help you? *She frowns, She wants to sleep and not deal with this nuisance She has a boat to catch tomorrow anyways* "U-uh" *Shes just a woman. But shes so.... unfazed. He would be scared a bit if someone broke into his house, and shes just sitting there, staring with eyes of a demon* Either get out, Turn around and let me feed, or die. *She is slowly getting a smile at how he is beginning to sweat. At his fear.* "N-no! T-they will..." *He doesn't like where this is going, he won't make his sentence worse by killing a woman, even though it was ordered to get him out of jail.* They will what? Let you be a rouge? Life is harder then all you peasants think it is. Now be gone. *She tilts her head waiting for him to leave, so she can rest her tired eyes.* "Don't you..." *Shes talking back? Being rude? Maybe he can see why they don't like her, a smart talking, blood sucking, probably a criminal woman.* Come at me silly boy~ *She giggles, licking her lips as she leans back, getting ready for the usual way she takes people down* *He snorts at how she is acting and begins to walk towards her* *She flings herself towards him, feet first to try and knock him down as he approaches* *He blinks, being caught off-guard, his hand going to his belt for his knife* *She begins to get up, giggling at how hes acting, knowing how this fight will be since he came in the doorway* *He pulls out the knife and reaches towards her ankle to try and grab her or trip her* *She raises her foot so he can't and drops foot on his hand, the other foot goes to kick his other hand when the other lands* *His hand is caught under the foot and knife kicked out of hand, he looks up scared* "Pl-please I got kids a-and..." Right. *She sends a stomp towards his face* *He begins to let out a "Ahhh" but gets hit in the temple and gets knocked out* Hm.... *She smiles and giggles at how he's laying there helpless* A good meal to start up the trip when I wake....
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Cania was born to Ticedo and Viania Cullian, in the providence of Cyrodiil, near the town of Brgvil. Ticedo and Viania lived on their own with a small farm for wheat and flowers. The farm wasn't really near any towns and their life was secluded. Cania for her early childhood usually played around the flower patches but was lonely. Things to her were constantly being new to her as she sometimes trailed off because her parents didn't really care about her. That again was a factor in what would soon become her love of pain and fear. She dealt with it so often when in the woods or sitting around her parents that it became normal for her. The way she copped was to make fun of it. To laugh or giggle at how she didn't have any friends. "Who needs them?" she would say. The same also said for her parents once they usually ignored her and let her wander alone into the woods. Meanwhile she helped them with the farming of the flowers, the roses she loved although. The red and pink made her smile. The scent made her feel soothed. The pain of the thorns made her giggle. It was a symbol for her. A label that she liked. She spent a good amount of time making faces and other things out of petals, also making displays for those who wished it. The people even liked her displays more then her mothers when it was sent. Her mother, being jealous, quickly made her stop with her displays, forcing her to work with the dull tan wheat and making bread. The thing to occupy her time then was music. She used a flute she bought with her own little amount of money and began to play, not being one for reading. It was interesting to her enough to start as a hobby for the little time she had after sitting in her room when finished with a hard days work and thinking about how much she hates Ticedo and Viania for their neglect towards her. She still isn't the best at it but it is something just to hold onto.
When she was ten years old, Ticedo found a new woman to love, which started a affair and Viania leaving him. Cania got a short explanation but could have cared less. When her father left her room that night she said "Good. Hope your next." The lover's name was Syloria. She was a bit of a shy person and didn't really talk much. Ticedo began to leave at night, leaving Cania to cook for herself and learn how to be a individual how to survive alone. Life was good for her once she learned the basics on how to live alone and grew to it after long years of neglect until Syloria came to the house one night when she was 15. She was asleep after a long day and Ticedo had regret in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this to his own daughter, but to keep a woman that he actually loved and she loved him back? He took a drastic risk. Syloria turned him because he was willing and Cania in her sleep so she wouldn't fight back. Cania was confused why the sun was burning her, thinking she mixed the wrong ingredients to food, but Ticedo already was beginning to get ready to move in with Syloria and leave the past behind Cania had no other choice but to go with them and deal with it, her outrage having to be kept in until she learned how to deal with her new life. As Ticedo and Syloria smiled and chatted day to day, when they went to Cania she was always mad, always saying directly to them that she hates them for how they did things against her will, how she felt about Syloria being a "ghost" (She meant as how Syloria never talked or helped them.) When she became fifteen she slowly went into their room. Syloria awoke quickly due to her paranoia and asked her what she was doing. She said she was having trouble sleeping and wished to stay in their room for the night. The step-mother reluctantly agreed, Cania waited until they were sure sound asleep, with how she despised Ticedo for his neglect and Syloria had gotten some brushed onto herself with making her a vampire, had a small knife with her and quickly did her job to them. Life being a lone adult was -very- hard for her. Staying in during day, only to come out at night and almost get caught while feeding, moving constantly like a nomad. She was lonely. She felt broken and out of place. She hated life. A Khajit criminal later gave her a job. Going around at night and passing off packages and letters to his allies and henchmen. She took the job. It was fun to her, how she sometimes made deals to get extra money, how she sometimes double-crossed her employer to get more cash or someone to feed from. She felt good. She felt important. She wasn't known as the sadistic girl. She was known as the silent vampire. The Khajit was later arrested and executed she didn't have anymore jobs because they knew about how she wasn't the best to trust. Then she heard rumors about Akavir. Gold? People to feed from? Open land? Who would pass up that?! Anyways towns where catching onto her. If she ran now she would get out of reach of who knew her and have a place to name her own. A private house. A good husband. Plenty of money. Maybe make a small crime empire like the Khajit man. She got hope for once in her life. She hoped she would be happy. She began her journey, which was a bit easier then if she was inland of Cyrodiil, and silently got on a boat in the port. The rush of adrenaline made her smile, but being on the boat meant no safe haven, with people moving all around she could be easily spotted. The only reasonable way to stay hidden? Hide under the bed and blocking herself with her bags, feeding a few times during the trip at night. Now in Akavir the risks that face her is getting settled down, hurrying out of the boat she goes towards the alleyways to get shade. In her head she afraid. What now? she asks herself. What now?
Going to post the corrected app soon.
Sorry to make you have to go through all of this again for such minor changes.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Its basically being OP. In RP combat it would be things like *Kills [insert name]* or *stabs [name] in the gut.*. Making combat unfair and not giving your opponent a fair shot at actually winning the combat.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
Eventually he reached the end of the old mans minor knowledge of the arts and Astien left him. Left the town, his friends, his parents all of them and he traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. As he was about to travel down into Elswery he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find his power. There in a land largely unknown Astien would create a legend of himself. So he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
((Also, Skooma Kills))
IGN: EpicFirno
Age: 13
Why us?: Doing RP is really fun, and tons of people are in this! It is a large RP server that incorperates Skyrim into Minecraft, with many other players, I wouldn't pass this chance!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, I cannot seem to be able to access Planet Minecraft right now
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is being able to experience another life through words
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge ones character has not yet learned, to progress faster. Using outside information
Define Power-gaming in your words: One hit KO's, control over multiple characters, ruining a battle by being unfair and unrealistic,
IC:
Name:Firno Malicas
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Dark brown hair, somewhat dark colored skin, Brown eyes, about 6 feet tall, no scars or facial hair
Personality: Eager, serious when nessesary, a thinker, enjoys fire
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
*Firno narrows his eyes*
Bandit: What? You gonna stop me? Get out of the way hero wannabe!
*Firno grips the hilt of his sword*
Bandit:*chuckles* What? So you want to fight?
Firno:*grins* Yes
*Firno pulles out his sword, with his right hand, and slashes at the bandit downward*
*The bandit barely manages to block attack with his own sword**Grunts in suprise*
*Firno pivots the bottom of his sword, past the bandits and elbows him in the face*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Firno grew up in a middle-richish class family. He lived in Solitude. He had the average schooling, and life. However, this would not suffice for him. He longed for adventure. He had then decided to be a soldier (at the age of 18), and became a guard of Solitude. He had been a soldier for some time, and he was bored, he did nothing important. He didn't ever truly seem to find any enjoyment in this, and so he left unexpectedly. Because Firno had joined as a soldier, he had learned to weild a sword, single handedly. With this skill, he believed that he would be able to manage. He was completely wrong.
Venturing without a map was a poor idea, he had rushed to much and as a result, he forgot a few essential items. He quickly managed to escape Solitude and continued south. From there, he followed the river down to Dragon Bridge. He had not run into any trouble yet, things were looking good. However, it was getting dark. He had to find shelter quickly. There was a cave, little did he know that it was infested with Frostbite Spiders. He was battered, and bruised by the suddenly appearing enemy. It was a long night.
Somehow, he had survived and left as soon as possible. He had run into Continuing south, he stumbled upon a farm village. This village was called Rorikstead, which was coincidentally founded by another former Imperial soldier. For around a year, he trained himself to successfully wield his single sword as well as helping out with the village, in return for his stay there. Once he was sure his skills would suffice, he left, and because the word of Akavir had reached his ear, he set off for Akavir.
"Skooma kills!"
- Power-gaming: Incorrect. Power-gaming is not being OP, being OP is being OP, not power-gaming. Power-gaming is a way you make an action involving another person.
- Magic: http://elderscrollsakavir.enjin.com/akavir/m/9001376/viewthread/5600700-magic-application-template
You'll need to fill one of these out for your magic skill, but don't make your character too OP at the start.
- Background: I'm gonna tack this one on here, there's no real "problem" I see with it, but I'd like some more details. He left his family, town, everything he knew behind, how did someone like that get anywhere? He wouldn't be functioning well without guidance, and how did it emotionally affect him?
For now, this app is DENIED
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
- Power-gaming: This is defined wrong, as it isn't able to be defined by a few instances like you described. You need to give us the type of action you are performing.
- Personality: I'd like to see your character summed up in more than just a few words. Give him depth!
- Rp example: I need more flow to be added to this RP, what's here is stiff and without much detail, contest, or environment. Don't hold back!
- Background: This isn't much of a background, this is a very rough outline that details his leaving for Akavir rather haphazardly. His entire childhood was skipped over by calling it "Average" What kind of life is "average" in the elder scrolls? You have the entire world at your fingertips to say your character could have held an interest in, and you ignore it by calling it "average"
Also, why did he leave Akavir? There's no real reason listed here.
For now, this app is DENIED
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
1. Alright. Ill try again on the Power gaming.
2. Magic app Is already completed. Ill even start to link it for you in the app.
3. Your right. I hadn't thought of the emotional but for that. Ill work on that for the repost later.
IGN: acecaim
OOC nick: ace
Name: Ian
Age: 16
Why us?: I am an absolute TES fan, I have a great knowledge of lore, and I love to Roleplay
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting out another world, like a play that is made up on the spot, in character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you are OOC and you hear some one say "My character is a thief" then in character you use it and say "THIEF, PICKPOCKET!!!"
Define Power-gaming in your words: Giving the other rper little to no options for their turn example *Bob swings his axe into Odi's chest, blood gushes everywhere* then the next Rper "..."
(I noticed that the Kamal wasn't working out so I returned to what is safe lol. I am using my facebook Rp information, but I changed some things to be more lore friendly)
IC:
Name: Isaac Gever
Nickname: Gever
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Blue eyes, copper blonde hair, he is a little short 5'6" average build, a scar going from below his left eye down to his jaw line. Good hygiene. Good health. If one would guess they would think he is a high class man, though he is smack in the middle.
Personality: Loves to flirt with all the ladies out there (particularly Elven ones, especially Bosmer ones), loves taking the shiny things.
In-game RP Fight example: He Quickly slips through the window, unseen by the guards eye. He quietly sneaks behind the guard using shadow as his guise his left hand covers the guards mouth, while his right presses down on his throat. The guard is unconscious, he continues into the next room. There it is the golden diamond necklace. He carefully lifts the display case's lid, his hand grabs the necklace and sneaks back to the door. He notices that there are two guards in front of the gate out. One guard sees Isaacs axe reflect some light, "Over there!" the two bolt towards him, Isaac thinks to himself well . He wait for the guards to approach him. The one on the left swings so Isaac drops and rolls forward dodging the blade, though the guard sees this and swings. The sword cuts Isaac's arm perhaps an inch deep wound. Isaac's roll turns into a fall and he screams with pain, though his life shall not end here. He lifts his axe out of his thigh strapping. holding it in his right arm he swings, not to hit his foe but to catch his sword. It works, the guards sword is caught between the axe's head and shaft. Isaac pulls disarming the guard. He then turns and runs toward the gate. He leaps into the air, grabbing one of the gate's tips with his left arm. This cause some blood the burst out of his wound, the pain almost makes him bite his tongue off. he uses his axe like a climbing pick and rolls over the gate, cutting and scrapping his side in the process. He quickly limps away into the sewers, back into the safety of the guild.
Background: He is a very wanted man in High Rock, though he has only been caught once. He was on a heist job, trying to steal the kings crown. He had it in his pouch and was almost out the window and then an arrow pinned his bag to the wall, causing the crown to fall out. He could only see that it was a woman, a bosmer. He soon recognized she was the famous "blackbow" or Nimriel (thanks Wolfblood lol). She approached him with several guard, Isaac raised his hands and said "ahh seems that the little bird has found the snake..." she appeared to be angered at him, he did not like this. "Who do you think you are to steal my father's crown." He took an unnoticed step closer to her and said, "That is my job little bird." he then quickly kissed her on the cheek and bolted out the window. He stopped in the window for a brief moment, turned around and said "Until next time my little blue jay." He then without hesitation leaped from the window into the river below. After this the hooded thief known as "The hood" or "The King of thieves" became infamous and almost all heists, robberies, etc. were all blamed on him. He had grown up a thief, having a beggar father and a poor mother. He was accepted into the guild when he was 12. Since then he has been training and out in the field. His first fishing job was an old ring, which he wears today. The Guild is his home, and always will be. So when things became too complicated in High Rock he left, and he set sail to Akavir. For a new beginning, with nothing but his steel war-axe and his armor.
Your power-gaming definition isn't quite there yet, your background must be two paragraphs long, tell about his life and how he got to Akavir not a generic heist that makes me think he's over powered, and read the rules.
DENIED
- Fixed the definition of Power Gaming
- Addded a link to the Accepted Magic App on the Akavir Enjin Website
- 3rd and 4th paragraphs of the Background were revised to add more detail for his emotions and what he went through during his travels as asked.
Hope it all works out this time. Im doing this little change log cause im sure its faster than just going through and reading it all over again.
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible or able to do actions easier, without giving your opponent time to react or respond.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.
Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
The magic app: http://elderscrollsa...84041#p37684041
((Also, Skooma Kills))
IGN:DOUBLETB
Age:17
Why us?: Well, I am a fan of the Elder Scrolls series, and I am also a major fan of minecraft role play servers, so I got the best of both worlds here.
Have you voted for us at [/color]Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing, is where you take the persona of someone in a mythical world. You act and emote everything that person is feeling or saying in great detail. You do not over emphasize, and you do not under-emphasize, you play to a realistic point, and you never do things that make no sense to your true character. IE: Guard murders for no reason at all. That makes no sense, a guard would not kill, just because a man is standing there, with no motive, or reason to the RP.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: You use OOC discoveries, or loop holes and then add them IC. IE: A man is hiding but you easily find him, because you use the gamer ID above his head.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming, is what N00BS do in RP. It's basically, "I'm a god, so I can shoot five men, from over a mile away, in the head with a single arrow"
IC:
Name: Xander Silverforge
Nickname: (Optional) Silver
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race:Nord
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, rather muscular but nothing excessive. Fairly good height, about six foot two. His hair is long all around his head. Normal looking medieval clothing.
Personality: Brave, daring, considerate, charming, self sacrificial protective of his allies.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Xander Silverforge swings his sword, toward the Risen Nord.
Alexander Reznov: Parries the attack!
Alexander Reznov: "You clearly, underestimated my power young one, you have made a grave mistake"
Xander Silverforge: Chuckles menacingly "No, I believe it is you, who underestimated my power"
Xander Silverforge: "Swings his sword once again for the Arthur Reznov this time successfully striking the legs, causing blood to rush out of the wound."
Arthur Reznov "Cries out in pain"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, perhaps I did underestimate the younger generation."
Xander Silverforge: "Backs away from Arthur Reznov"
Arthur Reznov: " Draws his bow and fires, hitting Xander Silverforge in the upper right shoulder"
Arthur Reznov: "Then again, I am rarely wrong"
Xander Silverforge: "Cries out in pain as he pulls the arrow out and crumples to the ground"
Arthur Reznov: "Hmmph, you younger generation have lost your true fighting nature..."
Arthur Reznov: "Scoffing, he turns his back on Xander Silverforge and begins to walk away."
Xander Silverforge: "Hastily runs and stabs Alexander through the chest"
Alexander Reznov: "Gasps in both pain and shock" I...cannot believe this."
Xander Silverforge: "Believe it" he says, as he pulls the sword out.
Arthur Reznov: "Collapses to the ground"
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Xander Silverforge is a born archer, he always have been since his early days. He grew up on a farm back in Skyrim which accounts for his knowledge of farming, it was there he also first learned how to use a bow. When he got his hands on one at the young age of seven, he was barley big enough to hold it, however as the years went by and he grew larger, he enjoyed the bow more and more. In modern day, it is his weapon of choice. On the farm his mother would teach him at home, this has granted him the skill to read, and write.
One day, his Uncle told him of Akavir, and the many wonders and rumors of great wealth there. His entire family was living in poverty now, seeing as he was the only one who would be capable of hard labor, as his parents had aged and his Uncle is a cripple. His siblings were not of age yet, to leave their native lands, and to venture out. Xander took the responsibility upon himself, and set off seeking adventure, fortune, and a place in society.
I might as well try and apply. My skills include building mob farms and giant TNT machines. To make it lore friendly, lets call them SOUL TRAPPING DUNGEONS OF DARKNESS AND PAIN and TOWERS OF OPENING AN OBLIVION GATE IN YOUR ****.
IGN:azeis
Age:24
Why us?: I enjoy a roleplay server, and there are not many good ones, so I am hoping to try this one out and see if it is good or ok, not likely to be bad
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No b I might if I get accepted and like the server enough to do so.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is to me, to think as if you were the character him self, to think "how would my guy respond to that depending on his interests and history.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: to me, meta gaming is cheating as it ruins the point of RolePlaying servers with outside sources like Skype and other stuff so that someone can get the upper hand in the game, making it pointless and unfair
Define Power-gaming in your words: Ok I know what it is I think, and the link on the website telling me what it is, is not working for me and takes me to the backround with no text, bu there I go, to power game is to say what someone else does or attempts to do even though the other person has a say in it, basically also against the main rule of roleplay as it strips the choice of other players and ruin the experience for them as well as the player as it takes away risk if it is done and nothing is done about it
IC:
Name: Ultórem
Nickname: (Optional)Weave, or sow
Age:26
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Green Robe. Gold Trimming. made of some sort of mammoth wool and is stuffy, hinting origins in Skyrim, and built as though for winter but no matter how hot it gets he never takes it off
Personality: kind, but depressed, hopeful yet hopeless, he does not know what to think any more
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
{Weave} Hmm, yes I..I'm doing it!
{mother} Yes, your coat will be ready in a few weeks if you continue to practice!
{Weave} Will I ever master sowing like you did mother?
{mother} of course Ultórem, you will inherit the shop as I did and as your grand father did his grandfather did. or do I have to run that through your head again?
{Weave} yes yes, I know, I will inherit the shop and so will my grandchildren and their grandchildren.
{Weave}" Looks out of the near window next to his favorite wooden chair, at his mothers shop of cloths and wears to see carriage coming in, he rushes out side to greet his father after he brings news of a strange goings on at the local tavern The Winking Skeever."
{Father} yes, that's what the guards said, murdered, in his own inn, shame really he was a good innkeeper.
{Weave}"Weave interrupts to show his father something"
{Weave} father, come look at this wool pendant I made for you for when you come home from the castle,
"weave shows a wool pendant in a silver casing to his father."
{Father} it is very good son, I will keep it with me till I grow old and sit in the old inn recalling this very moment.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Weave or Sow or Ultórem as his mother called him in childhood, was always kind hearted and enjoyed samller things over big things like the large blue butterflies that flew past him in the crisp yet cold Skyrim days, he was friends with an argonian by the name of Sia'kul, who lived around the docks and whose father, a fisherman, raised him for his life, but their friend ship ended when Sia had said the wrong thing at the wrong time when Weave was 22 years old, and had mentioned while drunk and insulted something in Weave that he could never forgive, in the end of it however he got his name, Weave. he was happy with life before this, but than things changed as weave grew, he had a thirst for knowledge which in the end did him no good, it led to him garnering trouble sleeping as he predicted what was going to happen next, the suffering if things do not change, the torment that will consume his family if nobody does anything to stop it, which is why he decided he would try for magic, which distrusted in skyrim, may have been the wiser thing to do to his mind, as he wanted out, he wanted to get out of it all and live in peace for once, outside of the tormented dreams he gets in sleep that awake him, and then it happened, his mother and father where killed in a dreaded storm that had destroyed the roof over them when he was 21, it was then he decided to leave skyrim and leave tamriel after he got something that he saw as a sign from the gods to get away from this life, so for years he saved money and continued his trade as a fletcher until had garnered enough septims.
He had found a ship going to the land of Akavir, he read of it of course in books and the trade routs that had been there as well, but never really went there, so he decided he would use what little gold he had left and go under the name of Weave, for it was the only name he had left to remember his days of happiness, that and a small wool pendant sown in to his green large coat. Some say he wears the clothes because he is icy underneath and needs warmth of some sort from the mammoth wool, while others say he needs help and are depressed by the sight of his sadness, for he has nothing left to lose, so he wound up on the ship, ended up on Akavir, and after that is yet to be told, but maybe he can find a friend to help his ultimate goal...
To hear out the questions bestowed upon me, I will explain thusly. *Basically Dinsius had gone through rehabilitation and successfully quit drugs. He was shipped off to Akavir after a council found him to be too wild and stubborn to lead a successful life in Tamriel. Dinsuis agreed to this fate rather than spend eons in a dungeon jail. Akavir was the best option for him. The people of Chorrol arranged with the help of the legion, to have Dinsius work off his punishments in Akavir as a laborer of his choosing. Simply put, cheap labor is needed in Akavir and he is to work with anyone already there.*
Here stands the application yet again (*I will italicize any additions/changes to save you all time, tell me if there is anything else unclear; it is all at the bottom of the application*):
OOC: Scott
IGN: Endo93
Age: 19
Timezone: US Eastern Time
Why us?: I have been looking for an Elder Scrolls experience based in Akavir. I wish to expand on the lore and concepts
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet as I wish to fully experience the server
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is simply extending oneself into an interactive world as another being then themselves whether or not their avatar is similar or not.
Define Meta-gaming in your words (Hopefully this helps): Meta-gaming is when any character in role-play falls out of character to find out information, either through outside sources such as forums, strategy guides, and other people that are out of character as well. The character then uses this information in-game without going through the natural process of discovery. They go beyond the acceptable means of in-game books, role-play conversations, and exploring. Another example of meta-gaming is addressing in-character players by their actual name, their username, or even their in-game without being introduced in any way.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically, Power-Gaming is a forced situation a player makes to give them the upper-hand in a game.
IC:
Name: Dinsius
Nickname: Din
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Wears dark red, black, and green tattered clothes. Has dark eyes, tan skin, one buck tooth, a long handlebar mustache, no shoes, and a funny blueish hat.
Weapons: Nothing
Magic: Completely incompetent and has everything blow up in his face at the moment
Personality: Has little to say. Keeps to himself and hardly trusts anyone unless he is drunk or on skooma
In-game RP Fight example (Include Setting and Dialogue) :
*Dinsius is in a bar, when he gets picked on by a group of Nords*
[Nords] "Look at that milk-drinker Imperial over there! Isn't he pathetic? Young lad with nothing to show!
[Dinsius] *Feeling out of it in every way possible* "You best not be speaking of me, especially in front of mine eyes!"
[Nords] "Go away to your precious 'Eight Divines' you Elf pawn!"
[Dinsius] "You do not use thy speechcraft in such offensive a manner!"
[Nords] "Maybe you won't have such a problem if we take those ears of yers!"
[Dinsius] "Go forth and try!" *Shows his teeth in an aggressive fashion*
[Nords] *Attempts to hack Dinsius to pieces* "We bid you welcome to Oblivion, Milk-drinker!"
[Dinsius] *Attempts to knock a Nord unconscious, but ends up dodging and trying to attack until the Nords are worn out and bored*
[Nords] *Fall asleep as Dinsius leaves them in their own undoing*
Background (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
"I am Dinsius, an Imperial, born in 4E 269 near Chorrol. Be as I often was seen as one of the most bland Imperials to walk the face of Nirn, so I decided to live off Nord mead at age 14. My parents were both put into jail when I was a boy, and all of my foster parents were either too busy or simply were alcoholics. I, the Dinsius, failed school and dropped out at the age of 16. I had many run-ins with the authorities for being so dumb as to publicly drink myself stupid. By the age of 17, I happened upon some Moonsugar, and without thinking, consumed it. Some Khajiit merchants saw me in this stupor and sold me a strange substance called "Skooma," while I was in the trans of the century. I, Dinsius, ended up as a Skooma addict with no life for four years when nearly most of the town of Chorrol convened to help cure me after they had enough of my escapades.
At the end of my teen years, all he managed to do was be an unsuccessful thief with no abilities whatsoever and no hope for getting anywhere. I would be denied every opportunity and called such names as 'troll-brains,' 'Skooma-head,' 'The Impy Reel,' and 'milk-drinker.' I would often scam-prank any people I thought of. My tricks caused them financial troubles and had gotten so bad that most of Chorrol had to get involved just to save me. After I was cured, I was back to a boring and troubled existence. Nothing I did seemed good enough to anyone. I was almost a shadow of a man with nothing to show. I was probably one of the most powerless citizens in all of Tamriel. The only reason I could ever get through anything was by avoiding and evading. Finally, at age 22, the city of Chorrol convened a council to find a proper way to enact justice. It came upon the council that no ordinary punishment would be enough and that I would either need to work off my debt to society or spend the next few decades in the worst dungeon cell they have (short of the ones reserved for killers and traitors). The final choice they gave me was to either leave Tamriel and work in Akavir as an essentially banished man, or to rot in jail. I decided to go for the opportunity to work off my misdeeds. They honored my decision to ship me off to 'Ak'a'vir' as they call it. I was more than happy to avoid the known and gruesome consequences and go on an adventure. I have no clue of these fixings I will happen upon when I arrive..."
When Skooma Kills, there are no thrills!
- Power-gaming: This doesn't involve "time" so much as it does a reaction. It's just a way of wording it that makes it right now, but giving someone "time" doesn't mean you aren't power-gaming them.
Check over that one hazy thing, for now, DENIED
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
- Power-gaming: What you have listed here is being unrealistic to RP, not power-gaming. They are two different things, try and find the power-gaming definition and list it here!
- Name: What kind of last name is Silverforge? "Hello, I'm Silverforge. James Silverforge." Pick a last name more believable and fitting to a Nord.
- Personality: Please give a personality description that isn't summed up in a few words. Go in-depth!
- RP Example: This RP example was confusing, and your choice of one-liners made me cringe. You were fighting with swords, then you suddenly have a bow? You need to use in-depth actions that detail your movements and environments.
- Background: This is hardly a background, you only have here that he had a bow in his youth, and that he left for Akavir. I need more work than this, you need to make a character with a real story.
- Rules: Make sure you read all of them.
So, lot to fix there, but I'm sure you can handle it. Until then, this app is [color=#ff0000]DENIED[/color]This is a RP server, I have no idea what you think it is, but don't bother applying if you are serious about these "skillsets" as you won't be allowed to do either.
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
- Meta-gaming: I need more information than calling it "unfair" as that could be anything you don't deem far. Define it, don't just give a specific example either.
- Personality: I need more than a few words in this to see you've put thought into your character, would you seem up a friend in 6 or so words? Efficiently?
- RP Example: I need a RP example, not a dialogue example. Actions, environment and all the other things to construct a setting.
- Rules: Make sure you read them all.
All right, check all that, until then, DENIED
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
- Power-gaming: Explain what you mean by this, there's not enough to prove you know the right answer here.
- Personality: Don't sum your character up in just a few words, give them depth and explain their real feelings and thoughts.
- RP Example: This made me laugh. What even happened? I don't know. You need to use detailed actions and give an environment, not just *tries to hack to pieces* as this doesn't give any context for the action. I hope running them all to sleep was a joke.
Look those things over, until they are fixed, this app is DENIED
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
OOC:
IGN: Lenlo
Age: 18
Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible. It is also things such as killing or controlling other people's characters and not giving them a chance to react on their own.
IC:
Name: Astien Hawking
Nickname: ((None))
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.
Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.
In-game RP Fight example:
It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.
"Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.
By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.
"Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.
"So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.
Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.
The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.
It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.
Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.
The magic app: http://elderscrollsa...84041#p37684041
((Also, Skooma Kills))
OOC:
IGN: zcdlatini
Age: 14
Why us?: I like serious/in-depth rp servers. My friends are on here and one recommended it to me (Colin).
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will after the app.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking control of a person in a environment and living their life as they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information that your character would not know IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: You are making a forced situation to get a upper hand in fighting.
IC:
Name: Cania Cullian
Nickname:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Imperial (Also shes a Vampire)
Appearance:
She has brown hair that goes up to her shoulders (Sorry the picture makes it so long and that its white.) Dresses that are red and pink are a must have for her, She doesn't have much of a body mass, you could call her having some anorexia. She wears stockings now and then and heels.
Personality: She has a tendency to talk back, once she doesn't like to be controlled (E.G Her parents.) With that she likes to have control over a situation. Due to how she is well a vampire she tests and tries people, trying to find their weak points and to see if they are who they say they are. Again with being a vampire she is usually shy, keeping to herself to be away from people and what she likes to call "Torches and pitchforks" (Peoples temper and hate towards her). Of course what wold life be without a little fun? When she goes out at night to feed or get some fresh air she occasionally plays jokes, having a somewhat cruel taste of humor when she sees fear or pain. She has a taste for music also, liking pieces that include lute or flute's.
In-game RP Fight example:
*It's daytime outside of her home, she is getting ready to get some rest as a loud crack comes from the opposite side of the house, shes in a robe and has reading glasses on, looking a bit messy*
Another one? *She sighs, so far she had have three people. A "Knight" (A peasant in wood armor), A "Mage" (A small child that knocked on her door and threatened to banish her and make her disappear), and now whoever this is. The local town doesn't like her. She gets it. She is getting her things packed already, hopes already high for the trip, but this is annoying as she gets ready to leave*
*The man is trying to be sneaky, getting more relaxed that this looks like a normal farm house, A vampire couldn't live here! It's too normal. His shoes although are making loud squeaks as he walks only the floorboards*
*She pouts, sitting down and opening a book about Akvair, It may not be exactly a book, more so a journal of a man, but it's the closest to get her ready to find out what to expect*
*He looks around each corner he comes across. Slowly making his way to the pout of the woman*
*She is still in there, leg's crossed as she sits on a wood chair near a shelf, no fire or windows in sight. Her robe is a white cloth and the glasses slip down a bit on her nose as she looks up disapprovingly.*
*He comes to the door way, standing there staring back at her, A woman? They want him to kill her? She doesn't even seem to be of age.*
May I help you? *She frowns, She wants to sleep and not deal with this nuisance She has a boat to catch tomorrow anyways*
"U-uh" *Shes just a woman. But shes so.... unfazed. He would be scared a bit if someone broke into his house, and shes just sitting there, staring with eyes of a demon*
Either get out, Turn around and let me feed, or die. *She is slowly getting a smile at how he is beginning to sweat. At his fear.*
"N-no! T-they will..." *He doesn't like where this is going, he won't make his sentence worse by killing a woman, even though it was ordered to get him out of jail.*
They will what? Let you be a rouge? Life is harder then all you peasants think it is. Now be gone. *She tilts her head waiting for him to leave, so she can rest her tired eyes.*
"Don't you..." *Shes talking back? Being rude? Maybe he can see why they don't like her, a smart talking, blood sucking, probably a criminal woman.*
Come at me silly boy~ *She giggles, licking her lips as she leans back, getting ready for the usual way she takes people down*
*He snorts at how she is acting and begins to walk towards her*
*She flings herself towards him, feet first to try and knock him down as he approaches*
*He blinks, being caught off-guard, his hand going to his belt for his knife*
*She begins to get up, giggling at how hes acting, knowing how this fight will be since he came in the doorway*
*He pulls out the knife and reaches towards her ankle to try and grab her or trip her*
*She raises her foot so he can't and drops foot on his hand, the other foot goes to kick his other hand when the other lands*
*His hand is caught under the foot and knife kicked out of hand, he looks up scared* "Pl-please I got kids a-and..."
Right. *She sends a stomp towards his face*
*He begins to let out a "Ahhh" but gets hit in the temple and gets knocked out*
Hm.... *She smiles and giggles at how he's laying there helpless* A good meal to start up the trip when I wake....
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Cania was born to Ticedo and Viania Cullian, in the providence of Cyrodiil, near the town of Brgvil. Ticedo and Viania lived on their own with a small farm for wheat and flowers. The farm wasn't really near any towns and their life was secluded. Cania for her early childhood usually played around the flower patches but was lonely. Things to her were constantly being new to her as she sometimes trailed off because her parents didn't really care about her. That again was a factor in what would soon become her love of pain and fear. She dealt with it so often when in the woods or sitting around her parents that it became normal for her. The way she copped was to make fun of it. To laugh or giggle at how she didn't have any friends. "Who needs them?" she would say. The same also said for her parents once they usually ignored her and let her wander alone into the woods.
Meanwhile she helped them with the farming of the flowers, the roses she loved although. The red and pink made her smile. The scent made her feel soothed. The pain of the thorns made her giggle. It was a symbol for her. A label that she liked. She spent a good amount of time making faces and other things out of petals, also making displays for those who wished it. The people even liked her displays more then her mothers when it was sent. Her mother, being jealous, quickly made her stop with her displays, forcing her to work with the dull tan wheat and making bread.
The thing to occupy her time then was music. She used a flute she bought with her own little amount of money and began to play, not being one for reading. It was interesting to her enough to start as a hobby for the little time she had after sitting in her room when finished with a hard days work and thinking about how much she hates Ticedo and Viania for their neglect towards her. She still isn't the best at it but it is something just to hold onto.
When she was ten years old, Ticedo found a new woman to love, which started a affair and Viania leaving him. Cania got a short explanation but could have cared less. When her father left her room that night she said "Good. Hope your next." The lover's name was Syloria. She was a bit of a shy person and didn't really talk much. Ticedo began to leave at night, leaving Cania to cook for herself and learn how to be a individual how to survive alone. Life was good for her once she learned the basics on how to live alone and grew to it after long years of neglect until Syloria came to the house one night when she was 15. She was asleep after a long day and Ticedo had regret in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this to his own daughter, but to keep a woman that he actually loved and she loved him back? He took a drastic risk. Syloria turned him because he was willing and Cania in her sleep so she wouldn't fight back.
Cania was confused why the sun was burning her, thinking she mixed the wrong ingredients to food, but Ticedo already was beginning to get ready to move in with Syloria and leave the past behind Cania had no other choice but to go with them and deal with it, her outrage having to be kept in until she learned how to deal with her new life. As Ticedo and Syloria smiled and chatted day to day, when they went to Cania she was always mad, always saying directly to them that she hates them for how they did things against her will, how she felt about Syloria being a "ghost" (She meant as how Syloria never talked or helped them.) When she became fifteen she slowly went into their room. Syloria awoke quickly due to her paranoia and asked her what she was doing. She said she was having trouble sleeping and wished to stay in their room for the night. The step-mother reluctantly agreed, Cania waited until they were sure sound asleep, with how she despised Ticedo for his neglect and Syloria had gotten some brushed onto herself with making her a vampire, had a small knife with her and quickly did her job to them.
Life being a lone adult was -very- hard for her. Staying in during day, only to come out at night and almost get caught while feeding, moving constantly like a nomad. She was lonely. She felt broken and out of place. She hated life. A Khajit criminal later gave her a job. Going around at night and passing off packages and letters to his allies and henchmen. She took the job. It was fun to her, how she sometimes made deals to get extra money, how she sometimes double-crossed her employer to get more cash or someone to feed from. She felt good. She felt important. She wasn't known as the sadistic girl. She was known as the silent vampire. The Khajit was later arrested and executed she didn't have anymore jobs because they knew about how she wasn't the best to trust. Then she heard rumors about Akavir. Gold? People to feed from? Open land? Who would pass up that?! Anyways towns where catching onto her. If she ran now she would get out of reach of who knew her and have a place to name her own. A private house. A good husband. Plenty of money. Maybe make a small crime empire like the Khajit man. She got hope for once in her life. She hoped she would be happy.
She began her journey, which was a bit easier then if she was inland of Cyrodiil, and silently got on a boat in the port. The rush of adrenaline made her smile, but being on the boat meant no safe haven, with people moving all around she could be easily spotted. The only reasonable way to stay hidden? Hide under the bed and blocking herself with her bags, feeding a few times during the trip at night. Now in Akavir the risks that face her is getting settled down, hurrying out of the boat she goes towards the alleyways to get shade. In her head she afraid. What now? she asks herself.
What now?
Skooma Kills!