hey just wondring when is my app gonna get reviwed their is 1 app above mine that already go reviewed but mine still hasnt please i really wanna play on this server because i love fallout and I've always wanted to play on a server like this but I've never found one like this please so review and hopefuly except my app soon thanks! :3
OOC IGN:
DarkSainthood Age:
19 Why us?
I adored both Oblivion and Skyrim, and frequently added mods to enhance roleplay within them. I also enjoy Minecraft roleplay, and I am an experienced RP’er. Have you voted for us on planet minecraft
No, but I will if the server is good enough on playing. Define role-playing in your words:
Roleplaying is taking on the persona of a character and interacting with the world around them as they would do. Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Metagaming is using OOC knowledge to enhance or otherwise empower your character. Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is making a character that is pretty much invincible or has powers that do not match the lore/their history. Another example of powergaming is forcing other players to do an action they may not choose to, such as saying *[charactername] shoves Bill into the wall, handcuffing him and stopping him from escaping.*
IC Name:
Medili Vanza Nickname:
Dili Age:
38 Gender:
Female Race:
Dunmer Appearance:
A dark-grey skinned, red-eyed plain Dunmer woman, Medili wears a plain black and grey dress with a red waist trim. Her hair is silver, curls up slightly at the top, and reaches her hips when loose. Magic
Would like to learn magic. Personality
Medili is quiet and aloof, and does not make friends easily. However, she feels most at home around men rather than women, probably caused by the poor relationship she had with her mother. When it comes to children she has a gentle heart, and never fails to help someone truly in need. Her voice and love of songs are what drive her aspiration to be a performer for the best of the best. In-Game RP Fight Example:
Medili trudges along an old dirt path, sighing as the rain plasters her hair to her head. Glancing to the left at the sign of movement, she sees a scruffy bandit advancing on her menacingly.
“Oi, dark elf! Give us yer money or I’ll introduce you to my sword!” The bandit waves the sorry looking blade, slightly rusty from years of misuse, menacingly.
Sighing heavily, Medili leans over and pretends to search her bag, but pulls a dagger out from her boot and points it at the bandit.
“I must apologise, but you will have to let me on my way. I have no money, and even if I did then I would not give it to you. Go back to the cesspit you and your pathetic sword crawled from.”, she says. A frown crosses her forehead as the bandit makes no move to leave.
“I don’t think so, yer highness. Guess I’ll be searching yer corpse!” The bandit lunges at her on the last word, and she nimbly dodges and brings her dagger down on his wrist. He drops his sword and clasps at his hand, blood mingling with the rain from the deep wound. She kicks the sword away from him into a dirty looking pond.
“I could kill you. But I will not, as taking another life would be too heavy a burden on me. Go now, and may your rotten soul burn in the knowledge you were defeated so easily.” Her parting line stings almost as much as the wound on his hand. Medili hoists her bag up and continues down the path, spinning the small blade in her hand. Background
Born in the north of Morrowind to a small family, Medili was the perfect child. She did her chores, went to bed when told, and happily obeyed both her mother and fathers’ wishes. Her life was perfect, her family were perfect, and she thought she had the best life could offer. She had a particular love of animals, and would occasionally bring home a stray dog or cat wandering the streets. Like many Dunmer children she learnt to read, write, barter, and hunt from her parents and the town guards. Although never good with other children, Medili formed a strong bond with her first dog, a pale grey mongrel called Aziz. However, by the time she hit her late teens her relationship with her mother deteriorated dramatically. She knew her mother was up to something, sneaking out during the midnight hours, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She tried to mention this to her father, but he only told Medili that her mother was doing her best to put food on the table for all of them.
One night, Medili crept out of the window after her mother and followed her to an old abandoned house. She hid behind a thick oak tree, and watched as her mother waited outside the door. Eventually, after about 15 minutes, a strange Altmer appeared and strode over. He took Medili’s mother’s hand, and led her to a different street. Dili followed, keeping a low profile and her steps quiet. They came to a tavern, filled with raucous laughter and loud music. Her mother entered, and Medili peeped through the dirty window to see female dancers of many races, with the men milling around them. Many women were knocking back Skooma potions. Horrified that the proud, wilful woman she knew as her mother could stoop so low just for a few extra gold coins, she fled back home. The only words she ever spoke to her mother again were rebellious and rude.
Eventually, Medili could handle no more family life and she refused to marry the young merchant’s son that lived nearby, so she left the only home she’d ever known. She moved from tavern to tavern for a few months until she heard some strange Nords discussing a land called Akavir. They said it was prosperous and full of new people trying to start a new life. She immediately approached them, and on enquiry they happily provided her with a map. Taking only her voice and a few precious belongings with her, she set out in search of a new life in Akavir.
OOC: IGN:Teddy_Baws Age:13 Why us?:Cause this server seems like one of the more interesting ones out there. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Where people imagine themselves as a fictional character in a fictional world. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Where someone uses knowledge from outside the RPG and uses it either accidently or purposely in the RPG World Define Power-gaming in your words: Where someone makes a character invincible or overpowered from the lore, saying as "The Police officer shot the Dovahkinn for shouting at him" Or when you give someone no option but the option that will only benefit you, or someone else "John stabbed Bob" compared to "John Attempted to stab Bob"
IC: Name: J'Dato Nickname: (Optional) J Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Khajiit Appearance: Lean, flexible, assassin's physique and jet black fur, wears black assassins robes with a hood and 2 knives on his legs, and a bow on his back. Personality: Happy at most times, but turns into a crazed murderer if necessary. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
As J'Dato walks along the wet gravel road to his home, he notices a glimmer in the alleys to his left... Bandits...
"Stop right there Khajiit! Give us your gold and we will spare your life for another day!" The Leader of the bandit gang shouts, Aiming his bow at J'Dato's Head.
"I'm sorry, i've got no gold, im just heading back to my home to rest, please don't shoot me!" J'Dato says to the gang in a voice that you would hear from a beggar.
"Oh, sorry, did you not hear me??? I said give us your gold! Those tricks won't work on us fool!" The bandit leader says once again, but as he looks back to where J'Dato was... He had vanished..
J'Dato quickly jolts to an alley with one of the bandits and flanks around them, he then pulls out his knives and quietly disposes of the bandit's life... Another goes, and another one... Until all thats left is the Leader... Shaking from the tips of his short hair to his cold muddy boots... the man was purely horrified..
"I'm sorry! Please spare me, i won't bother you ever again!" Says the leader to the cold street where he is alone to only find the fate of death...
"Good night..." A voice comes from behind the dreaded man, as he turns around, he is taken out silently, without a sound...
J'Dato wanders off to his home in the cold bloody street..... grinning...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
J'Dato was a slave to a rich family in Morrowind, Was a slave, always would be was what he thought... He lived a dirty, rough life, everyday, cleaning, working, cooking, everything that a slave would do... but he was young, entrapped in an eternal nightmare which he couldn't wake up from. He would sit in his room, looking out the windows everyday thinking what it would be like out in the world... being free and trapped... He lived as a slave for his life till he was 14, everyday since he was growing up, he would train, become stronger, live harder and dream to live longer... When he had his birthday, he was alone, but he decided to give himself a present, oh what a bloody birthday it was going to be...
That night, right after exactly at 12:01, he opened the door silently took his knife, and crept upstairs... he had a choice of walking out clean.. but he wanted revenge.. he wanted them to suffer as he did... he crept up into the family bedrooms.. this was his first time ending anyones life, but he was happy, he had a grin on his face.... he cut their heads off... first the father... then the mother.... when he got to the children... he wasn't flinching one bit... he was so happy that his life was going to change that one night, he was intoxicated with happiness, the house was silent the next day, except for one noise.... an evil laughter coming from inside, when J'Dato finally realized what he did, he was horrified, he went insane for a moment, he had lost control, and now he would be forever plagued by that moment.
He left the house with all the valuables, gold, jewellery, ancient antiques... His last farewell to his parents, brothers and sisters...
He didn't know where to go, he went from town to town, searching for jobs to gain a little extra pocket money, until he heard about Akavir from some gossip in a local tavern, "The perfect land to start a new beginning" was how he heard it from the men at the small table, so he saved up all his gold from his jobs and set out on a small ship to Akavir, where he would soon learn that he would not always be a slave to his life.
OOC:
IGN:philippyeo
Age:13
Why us?:I love serious roleplay and I love the Elder Scrolls series
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Already voted, yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is about controlling a character and acting to the theme.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Outside Knowledge applied to the lore or game Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is about people who roleplay impossible things or over powered things, or giving the opposing players no chance to fight back for example:
Jhon: Hey give me all your money!
Percy: No way!
Jhon: Give it!
Jhon: *Shoots Percy*
Jhon: *Steals all his money*
IC:
Name: Malriik Nordaviic
Nickname: (Optional) Malcom
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Tall, Brown hair, has a mask on his face going all the way down to his toes (At the back)
Personality: Malcom is a shy, silent guy when it comes to strangers, he usually don’t have a lot of friends. But if he is around his friends, he can be pretty destructive and wild.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Malcom: *Running, panting, away from two Imperial guards
Imperial Guard 1: Stop right there criminal scum!
Imperial Guard 2:Flank em’!
Malcom:*Climbs up a building and readied his bow
Imperial Guard 1 and 2 can’t climb up because of their heavy armors, they took cover
Imperial Guard 2: How can we kill him?! We can’t get up there!
Imperial Guard 1: Hold on! I am calling for backup! Distract that fiend!
Imperial Guard 2:Okay! *Gets out of cover with his shield drawn as soon as the other Imperial Guard burst out of Cover.
Malcom notices their plans and shot the coward running away.
Imperial Guard 2:By the Gods! This can’t be happening! Grok! Hold on! *Runs to the fallen guard’s aid.
Malcom saw his opportunity, he quickly turned back and ran away as far as he could.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Malriik Nordaviic was born and raised in a small bosmer villager. Everyone loved him so much in the village. He was a happy go lucky kinda kid. The villagers, and Malcom, had a happy prosperous life, without human contact, when a faithful day, when Malcom was 14… His village was attacked by a group of Orcish bandits! His parents told him to run away in the back entrance of the village and hide until the bandits are dealt with. But the villagers couldn’t hold off the attack… the bandits burned the houses and killed all the elves… As Malcom returned, he saw in shock… his village, still burning in flames, as he saw the bandits run away with a bunch of loot. He saw his parents… dead on the floor… and half of the villagers dead… As the sun passed, Malcom ran away, he took a bow with him and fled to a nearby city called Solitude.
There, in the city he became a thief, stealing golden trinkets and precious gems. One day as he was picking a lock in this inn, he saw an old man walk past him, a few minutes later he saw 8 Imperial guards chasing after him, he ran as fast as he could, and got away, but was heavily injured. He stayed low for a while in an inn. There he heard a prosperous land called Akavir. He asked more about this land called “Akavir”, there they said is richer than Solitude. Malcom was interested and soon boarded a ship to Akavir, were his tails shall soon recontinue…
He tried this weird smelling potion called Skooma, then an old man slapped his hand, throwing the skooma away telling him,
"Skooma Kills!"
You appearance is sketchy. Why does he have a mask stretching the length of his body?
Only thing^^^^^^^^right there.
OOC:
IGN:Pillowfighter227
Age:16
Why us?:I got bored
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:what the heck is that
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)To f*ck b*tches and get money.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Totally acceptable.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Best thing ever.
IC:
Name:Carl
Nickname: Genetilia Ripper
Age:69
Gender:Other
Race: n*gger (don't worry I'm black irl)
Appearance:Black as the sun, has a .45 revolver.
Personality:Always angry, grumpy as f*ck. Has a tendancy, to rip off peoples genetilia.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
-Carl pounces on the bandit-
Carl:Welp, you messed with the wrong n*gger.
-Rtps off bandits testicles-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Carl was a man of the counrty known as Germany, but one unfortnate day, someone came up to Carl and knocked him out. Upon waking up he relized he had no testicles,
or a penis, and fake tits were sown on his chest the end.
You are Perm-Denied, Troll apps are not tolerated.
OOC: IGN: UltraPwnager
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will after this. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head ) Define Power-gaming in your words: To be over powered in game and fight with no chance to let the opponent win, for example *Shoots a crossbow bolt killing 10 players at once *
IC: Name: Alanor Serephim Nickname: (Optional): Seraph Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Shoulder length light brown hair, Dark green eyes,Slightly V-neck Red shirt, black breeches and black boots. Personality: Charismatic, Easy to impress, Muscular, skilled in combat, shows off a lot and is very kind. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog): As Alanor walks down the street's of Windhelm towards the inn, he notices a Nord scoundrel picking on a poor Dunmer in one of the alleys, "Want some bread d'ya? Well work for it!" said the Nord, he then pushed the elf to the ground, "Can't you be nice for once and spare me some bread for me and my grandchildren..?" the Nord raised his fist to go for a swing on the aged Dunmer. Alanor, approaches the man, grabs his arm pulls it back and kicks him in the knee, then while he is kneeling, pushes him to the side. "Sorry for not coming earlier" Alanor says to the elf. "Why thank you for helping me... to tell you the truth... I've handled worse than that scum." The Nord then stands up and takes out a knife from the side of his leg, and shouts "No one does that to me!" He runs towards Alanor, tackling him to the ground. While the Nord is on top of Alanor grabbing him throat with one hand and the knife with the other sends his knife down on him. Quickly Alanor grabs his hand and head butt's him, and pushes him off and kicks his knife away. "You shouldn't have done that" said Alanor. He goes and picks up the knife and grabs its from the blade part. The Nord quickly gets up and begins to run away, but in a quick motion, Alanor throws his knife at him with all his might. The blade zips through the air and stabs into the back of the Nord's head and afterward, collapses into the ground. The elf stands with a gaping mouth, surprised at the feat Alanor had just done. Alanor digs into his pocket and grabs the 10 septims he was going to use in the tavern and tosses them in the general direction of the elf. "Here, use this to buy yourself some bread." Are Alanor's last words before he heads for the docks, leaving for Solitude to visit his father. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.): Alanor was born as the son of a master blacksmith in Solitude and a flower vendor in riverwood, he had to major influences.. his father and mother. His father, taught him how to survive and trained him how to fight and be skilled in combat, while his mother taught him kindness and compassion towards others. Alanor grew up to be a guard in Windhelm. He decided his life would be trying to protect people and be kind to them so that compassion spread around. But he was disgusted at the city, there were thugs everywhere, there was segregation and murder. He finally learned a life lesson there, that murder and violence will never end. Soon after his father died of old age and his mother said her last goodbye's on her death bed due to some disease she caught, Alanor needed to start again, he went to the inn and asked the innkeeper for the latest rumors and was told that many people were discussing a land called Akavir, rich and prosperous and full of promises.
Alanor asked around about Akavir and was being told different things, each more promising than the last. He overheard two Bosmer talking about a ship who was going straight to Akavir that same day. Having only the necessities and precious things in his bag and few septims in his pocket, he felt like he was destined to go there. He went on board the ship and payed the captain whatever septims he had left and gave him his mother's necklace to give him a ride there. He got the cargo hold because the rooms were all taken. He took his spot in the corner, closed his eyes, and dreamed of all the things he could achieve in his new life.
"Skooma kills!"
The only things you need to fix is your personality and appearance. You need to add more detail to both.
You are Perm-Denied, Troll apps are not tolerated.
What the heck??? I wait hours 2 get reviewed and you perm-deny me saying its a troll app... it well isn't a troll app I'm not really even sure what that means but ill just fix the app i guess i mean you didn't really tell me what 2 fix but i guess ill just make it better? i just really really want to be on this server and yea i was kinda tired and just really want ed 2 get on this server so if i work more i can probably do better ill work on it tonight and in the morning and post it tomorrow morning or afternoon i really hope it will be good enough then ill put a lot of work into it because i really want 2 get on this awesome server :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
(Green is the added parts) OOC: IGN: UltraPwnager
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will after this. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head ) Define Power-gaming in your words: To be over powered in game and fight with no chance to let the opponent win, for example *Shoots a crossbow bolt killing 10 players at once *
IC: Name: Alanor Serephim Nickname: (Optional): Seraph Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance:Somewhat tall, shoulder length light brown hair,big dark green eyes,Slightly ragged V-neck Red shirt, black breeches and black boots. Has black iron braces, and a scar in the back of his head. Personality: Charismatic, Easy to impress, Muscular, skilled in combat, shows off a lot and is very kind. Some times very shy, outgoing, generous and brave. If there is a problem, he likes hearing both sides and carrying out the judgement.Hate's racists. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog): As Alanor walks down the street's of Windhelm towards the inn, he notices a Nord scoundrel picking on a poor Dunmer in one of the alleys, "Want some bread d'ya? Well work for it!" said the Nord, he then pushed the elf to the ground, "Can't you be nice for once and spare me some bread for me and my grandchildren..?" the Nord raised his fist to go for a swing on the aged Dunmer. Alanor, approaches the man, grabs his arm pulls it back and kicks him in the knee, then while he is kneeling, pushes him to the side. "Sorry for not coming earlier" Alanor says to the elf. "Why thank you for helping me... to tell you the truth... I've handled worse than that scum." The Nord then stands up and takes out a knife from the side of his leg, and shouts "No one does that to me!" He runs towards Alanor, tackling him to the ground. While the Nord is on top of Alanor grabbing him throat with one hand and the knife with the other sends his knife down on him. Quickly Alanor grabs his hand and head butt's him, and pushes him off and kicks his knife away. "You shouldn't have done that" said Alanor. He goes and picks up the knife and grabs its from the blade part. The Nord quickly gets up and begins to run away, but in a quick motion, Alanor throws his knife at him with all his might. The blade zips through the air and stabs into the back of the Nord's head and afterward, collapses into the ground. The elf stands with a gaping mouth, surprised at the feat Alanor had just done. Alanor digs into his pocket and grabs the 10 septims he was going to use in the tavern and tosses them in the general direction of the elf. "Here, use this to buy yourself some bread." Are Alanor's last words before he heads for the docks, leaving for Solitude to visit his father. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.): Alanor was born as the son of a master blacksmith in Solitude and a flower vendor in riverwood, he had to major influences.. his father and mother. His father, taught him how to survive and trained him how to fight and be skilled in combat, while his mother taught him kindness and compassion towards others. Alanor grew up to be a guard in Windhelm. He decided his life would be trying to protect people and be kind to them so that compassion spread around. But he was disgusted at the city, there were thugs everywhere, there was segregation and murder. He finally learned a life lesson there, that murder and violence will never end. Soon after his father died of old age and his mother said her last goodbye's on her death bed due to some disease she caught, Alanor needed to start again, he went to the inn and asked the innkeeper for the latest rumors and was told that many people were discussing a land called Akavir, rich and prosperous and full of promises.
Alanor asked around about Akavir and was being told different things, each more promising than the last. He overheard two Bosmer talking about a ship who was going straight to Akavir that same day. Having only the necessities and precious things in his bag and few septims in his pocket, he felt like he was destined to go there. He went on board the ship and payed the captain whatever septims he had left and gave him his mother's necklace to give him a ride there. He got the cargo hold because the rooms were all taken. He took his spot in the corner, closed his eyes, and dreamed of all the things he could achieve in his new life.
IGN: Paragory Age: 18 Why us?: I've had extensive experience roleplaying in other Minecraft servers such as HollowWorld. Also, I'm a huge fan of Bethesda's gaming products and I've been acutely interested in their Elder Scrolls games. With my passions for roleplaying and Elder Scrolls, I hope to contribute to this community and have a great roleplaying experience. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is a style of game play that revolves around the story and personality of a player-controlled character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the use of knowledge that the in-game character would not have known under normal circumstances to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Johnny tells Sally he's glad her parents are separated. However, Johnny only knows this information because Johnny read Sally's application in the forums or in OOC.) Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is the intentional neglect of IC realism or the creation of unsubstantiated and powerful attributes in order to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Sally is in an IC battle with Johnny. Sally aims a sword stroke at Johnny's shoulder and awaits for Johnny's character to respond. Johnny responds by catching the blade between his teeth, breathing fire out of his kneecaps, healing wounds by slamming his face repeatedly into the affected areas, and mind controlling Sally to stab herself with Johnny's knife that was handed down to him from his murdered parents that has the phrase "YOLO" inscribed on the blade. Also, Johnny declares that he is, as of this particular moment in time, super handsome.) IC Name: Orion Stylus Age: 48 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Orion is a product of a lifetime of traveling. His aging skin is rough and weather-exposed, and the memories of an adventurous youth marks his body. Standing just over 5'9" and waning at the waist, Orion cannot boast any considerable might over most men. Underneath his travelling robe and withering skin, however, Orion's muscles and joints are experienced and still promise years of functionality. In summation, Orion is neither wanting nor boasting a physique.
Much in the same way that the rings of a tree tell a tree's story, Orion's visage wordlessly speaks of the years he's spent in distant lands and foreign places. His silver-blue eyes are accurate and shine with knowledge and curiosity. His sun-beaten face is hung with ambiguous scars and the years of his life, yet his smile ripens his features with vitality. Thick gray hair grips his head and chin, which is kept orderly by the morning blade of a traveler's knife around the chin and left alone atop the head to grow.
Orion's attire is efficient for his purposes. He wears leather armor beneath a loose robe and a hood to shade himself from the sun and cold. A traveler's bag carries the necessities of his journey's, and he wields a knotted ironwood staff as a companion and protector. Personality: Orion's personality shines with his admiration for the earth and the humility of his mortality. Having traveled to nearly every place a man can set foot in his lifetime and more, Orion's knowledge of his world and the people that share it is legend worthy. However, in response to these accusations, Orion simply shakes his head and preaches that the more he knows, the less he understands. His itchy feet and insatiable appetite for a new frontier wouldn't let him quit, however.
Overall, Orion is amiable by most who take the time to lend an ear to an aging man's stories. He has a light-hearted and adventurous spirit in combination with a humble manner. Polite, orderly, and efficient, Orion's mind is sharp and friendly. His favorite pass-times are within view of a sunset and an ear to tell his stories to.
Unfortunately, a wandering soul makes many acquaintances, but very few friends. It's an acceptable reality to Orion that he will not always have an audience to preach foreign wonders to, so he takes to writing his many experiences in pages of a tome he carries with him. In-game RP Fight example: "Halt! Who goes there?" The town guard threw his practiced greeting down to the robed figure approaching from the main road. His cumbersome chain vest chimed from atop the stockade wall as the guard strained to see who might be the visitor. The traveler approached the gate as he drew back his hood. The guard snickered. The stationed soldier recognized the weak features of an aging man who had been traveling through the land. It was easy prey.
"My name is Orion, I'm a traveler seeking passage through the town." replied the traveler, craning his neck slighty to meet the eyes of the man who was peering at him down his nose. The guard gruffly snorted, elbowing a fellow guardsman who had come to relieve himself of watching an empty road.
"Alright, we'll let you through." Replied the guard. Both soldiers smiled wittingly down at the man.
"Thank you sirs!" Orion said sincerely.
Neither guards moved to open the gate.
After a pause, Orion inquired, "Do you need any help opening the gate?"
"We don't need any help from you, old man." The first guard sneered.
"Yeah, an' we don' need you old-ing up the people 'ere eithuh." The second guard threw down the insult eagerly. The first guard rolled his eyes.
"You know... The hinges on the gate are a bit rusty today. The blacksmith in town surely has some oil to spare... for a price." The first guard drew out his words, lording his power over Orion who stood mutely on the road, his eyes still fixed on the gate. "What do you say, old man, think you can spare a few septims to help us open this gate?"
Orion stood motionless, grasping his bowstaff with a familiar hand.
Finally, he broke the nervous tension. Orion began to walk off the road, walking through the spring grass just outside the palisades. The guards furrowed their brows in confusion and frustration.
"H-hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"Around the town." Orion replied a-matter-of-factly.
"You can't just go around the town!"
"Of course I can."
"B-but. You're supposed to go through the gate. You can't just up and go around the town!"
Orion paused to look up at the guard this time, "Is there a law against it?"
"Well... uh, no, there isn't a law."
"The I guess I'm going around the town." Orion continued to plod around the town. The two guards followed him to the distance with their eyes as wide as their mouths were open.
Some problems don't need to be solved with violence. Background: Orion often jokes that his father was the road and his mother was the world around it. Sometimes he includes that he had one very aggressive older brother which he was glad to do without; whose name was Pebbleinmyshoe. Actually, Orion was born from a wealthy merchant father and a noble mother, who both lived in the imperial city. Both parents were old to be having kids when Orion was born, and the effort of a child rooted the couple down within the walls of the city for the rest of their lives. The same could not be said for Orion, who traded his father's trading ledger's and mother's nobility for his walking staff and traveler's bag at the age of adulthood. His parents were conflicted with their desire to be with their firstborn and their knowledge that he must be set free from the walls of the Imperial City. In the end, the family exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, and Orion left the world he knew for the mysterious world he didn't know.
Orion's past is fraught with strange sights and harrowing experiences, but Orion appreciates the journey between them just as much. He make a living from running letters from town to town, making maps, and finding a path for the lost. His foot has landed in every province in Tamriel. He learned invention from man, magic from mer, and instincts from beasts. He never excelled in one area of study, but he never lacked in one either.
Soon, Tamriel's diversity quickly became less diverse to Orion, who was now getting along in his lifetime. It was by the hands of fate that Orion was warding off the sharp Skyrim climate by a tavern's fire when he heard the salty tale from a well-traveled redguard of a land far away. Orion's ears perked at the woven tales the sailor spoke about the new land and the trade routes established there. His feet followed the sound of the redguard's tales, and soon Orion had swindled his way onto a merchant ship bound for Akavir. The air smelled new to Orion, who had become acutely aware of such nuances in his lifetime. He was ready to greet the new world as the boat rocked beneath him on the open seas.
As Orion took his first few steps into port, the foreign soil felt familiar to him, and he smiled. Skooma Kills!
OOC: IGN: jjspy
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head ) Define Power-gaming in your words: to play for fun and enjoyment
IC: Name: olaf two eye Nickname: (Optional): two eye Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: nord Appearance: two eyes large thick scar down back short bole hair heavy fur armor Personality:sarcastick funney but serius at times ttys to keep his past hidden from most people backround: rased is whiterun lived there until he was 17 until he woke up frome a long night of drinking in morrowind forgot his entire life
Hey I spent a lot of time making this new app i went and looked at what others did and i wasnt tired and did it on my computer instead of my phone so i think it will be a lot better now tried to make it unique and interesting so i really hope u like it and that i can get accepted now!!!!
OOC:
IGN: Pillowfighter227
Age: 16
Why us?: I love mc and i love sky rim i have 100+ hours on it and my friends play here and say its awesome so this seems like the perfect server for me
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea and i went and found out what it was and made an account just to vote for u guys and gave u a diamond as well
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing means pretending to be someone else or pretending to be in a specific situation that you are not actually in at the time.
Define Meta-Gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is when you take OOC information to give your character in game a huge advantage.
Define Power-Gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is when people Roleplay things which may be impossible to do, leaving the other player no chance to fight back, or do things like just say *snaps neck* and stuff like that without rping anything out and stuff
Appearance: Leck wears very little most of the time for faster movement, a loin cloth is all he needs, for his thick fur keeps him warm in the winter. He is fit for his age, not too skinny and not too fat. He have very few battle scars, for he avoids fights when he can (which is most of the time, for he is quick and quiet on his feet). His fur is pitch black like the night, well.......most of it, that is, for he has few markings of white paint on his left shoulder, which represent the heroic deeds he has succeeded in; in his lifetime. His eyes are a dark blue, like his mothers, which for who is very little known about. He has claws as sharp as an Imperial blade and as white as the snow, But very few have seen them, for he only unsheathes them in dire situations. He has the bite of a Werewolf and the strength of a troll.
Personality: He very rarely talks to people, so not much is known about him, but when people come up to him to him to ask a favor or just to say their greetings, he responds with his deep, kind, voice. Even tho he rarely speaks, the people of his home town and the people who get to know him on his journeys, respect him and listens to him when they need help. He may look dark, evil or mysterious to people who have just met him, because of his pitch black fur, sharp teeth and fact that he tends to stay away from conversation, but looks can be deceiving.....very deceiving indeed. His eyes talk for him when he doesn't speak. They show concern for the people who are in need, show pain and hurt when someone he loved or cared for has passed away, they show happiness and love toward people he cares about and thankfulness and gratitude toward the people who aid him on his journeys and adventures, but one thing you never see in his eyes, is fear. Leck is one of the most brave and courageous Khajiit you will ever meet in your life.
In-game RP example: (Including dialog)
*While on his journey to an abandoned mine shaft that he heard about from the local bar tender, to see if any loot was left behind, Leck came across a weeping woman, who looked pretty beat up, so he approached he and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes*
[Woman]: "Please sir, please help me! These men in red ambushed me while I was on my way to town and took all my gold......it was all the gold I had left. I was going to use it to buy a cow for meat, to provide for my son."
*Leck could see how much this woman cared about her son, he felt bad for her....but that wasn't the only thing he felt, he felt anger and hatred toward the bandits that robbed this woman. "Scum!" he thought to himself. There is nothing more he would love to do then to take down the retched bandits and return the woman's gold, so he nodded to her*
[Woman]: "Thank you, thank you so much! They headed toward the abandoned mine shaft just up ahead.....I think you will find them there. May the divines be with you!"
*Leck continued on his way to the mine shaft, not with loot and ores in mind, but with the woman's son, who will starve to death if his mother can't buy him food.*
*As he approached the entrance to the mine shaft, Leck started to hear voices and eventually saw two men in red guarding the doors to mine*
[Leck]: "Those must be some of the bandits that the woman was talking about." *He growled under his breath* "I'll wait a little longer to fine the perfect time to strike without alerting any bandits that may be inside."
[Bandit 1]: "Gahh, how much longer are we gunna be out 'ere ?"
[Bandit 2]: "Quit you're bickering you blithering fool, and shut that pie 'ole of yurs!"
[Bandit 1]: "Why don't ya come over 'ere and make me?!"
*The two bandits started throwing fists and spitting at each other, they had completely forgotten about guarding the entrance to mine*
[Leck]: "Here's my chance."
*Leck easily snuck past the fighting bandits and into the mine shaft*
*To make a long story short, because I feel like its already long enough, Leck used his bow and arrow to quietly take out each bandit in the mine one by one, till one was left. The leader of the bandits was about as dumb as an Ox and wasn't much of a challenge for Leck. Leck retrieved the woman's gold from the leaders pocket and left the mine to find the two bandits from before, both knocked out, laying on the ground. Leck returned the gold to the very thankful woman, along with a little extra he got from the other bandits he took out*
[Woman]: "You have saved my son! You have no idea how thankful I am of you brave traveler! What is your name?"
[Leck]: "Leck s'mai i'm just glad I could help you."
Background: Leck was born and raised, in Skyrim, in the city of Riften, by his mother. His mother, by the name of Bhisha, arrived in Riften on the day of his birth. The home she had was attacked by a group of bandits so she had no choice but to run. She ended up in Riften just in time for the baby. The people of Riften kindly helped her to a room in the inn and called for the local doctor, for they also knew that the baby was coming. It was that day that a hero was born.....Leck. Leck never knew his father, for his father left Bhisha long before he was even born. At times it was hard for both Leck and Bhisha, but they got by because they had each other. In his early years, from about 6 to 12, Leck loved to climb. He would climb anything he could reach, from trees to houses and even at times over his neighbors fence to snatch an apple from the apple tree in their backyard. He had no friends in the city because all the kids were scared that he might bite them or accidentally scratch them, so they tried to avoid him. At the age of 15 Leck was, what he liked to call himself, a master of climbing, for there was not a thing he could not climb. He was proud of himself, as was his mother. Leck was now old enough to go out of the city on his own and hunt for food to provide for his mother, who was growing quite old. He enjoyed being out there by himself, it was quiet, peaceful. One day after a good session of hunting, he returned home only to find his mother quite sick in bed. The doctor was there by her side and when he saw Leck he got up and walked over to him. His mother was on her deathbed, she had a horrible sickness that could not be cured, younger people may be able to wait it out, but with Bhisha's age there was no chance of her surviving it. Leck spent her last days by her side.
One year later when Leck was 16, the leader of the Thieves Guild had started to notice how easily Leck could move around and climb and how quietly he moves on his feet. He went up to him one day and asked if he would be willing to be trained as a Thief/Assassin, because he saw great potential in Leck. He decided to join and after years and years of learning and training, 5 years to be exact, Leck was taught everything he needed to know about being a thief/assassin. He was by far the fastest learning Guild member the leader had ever seen. He was the quickest and quietest Thief anyone had even seen. People grew to respect him and gave him more quests.....but Leck started to grow tired and bored of his everyday life in Riften. Yes, people respected him but he wasn't satisfied. He longed for adventure and exploration! He remembered long ago when he was just a little kit, his mother would tell him stories of a new land full of adventures and exploration.....a land called Akavir!
So it was on that day that Leck decided to travel to the strange land of Akavir, where many adventures await him. Where new friends will be made. He is going to a place where he will finally be satisfied. "I'm finally going mother!" Leck said as he looked up to the sky. "I'm finally going to the land of Akavir!"
Skooma Kills thats the secret word thing (actually 2 words technicly lol) thing I have to put right?
OOC: IGN: KillerNinja29 Age:17 Why us?:I've always been interested in The Elder Scrolls. I own every game and I enjoy role-play experiences. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I won't vote until I see the server for myself. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is putting yourself in another characters shoes for a fantasy experience. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using OOC knowledge for your character's own benefit. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is cheating by means of performing acts outside of your character's personal boundaries.
IC: Name: Draken Fairmont the 2nd Nickname: Drake Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Pale skinned, light blue eyes, brown hair and a bit of a stubble. Personality: Fun and enjoyable, or otherwise violent and generally angry when provoked. In-game RP Fight example: "You dare challenge my authority, whelp?!" -proceeds to draw sword- "Draw your blade and see how you fare in combat against my might!" (other character proceeds to unsheathe weapon.) -Lunges at [insert name here]- Background: Drake was born under the same name as his father, who was a guard in Rorikstead at the time of the dragon attacks over Skyrim. On what seemed to have been a normal day in the farm town, roars could be heard from miles away in the mountains to the West. Nobody panicked, as these roars could often be hear around Skyrim. However, today they were drawing closer. Drake knew something was wrong. Later on in the day, a fireball came into contact with one of the farms, incinerating everything in it's path. A dragon soared above the small town, blowing off the roof of Drake's home. Luckily, the guards were prepared. As they shot their arrows into the wings of the dragon, it descended into the road that passed through the city's entrance. Two of the guards rushed forward with their iron swords drawn. They slashed at the dragon's feet and throat, hoping to score a lucky hit and bring the beast down. Then, with great force, the dragon released another mighty Thu'um, throwing the guards across the town, right at Drake, who stared at the combat in amazement. The dragon quickly retreated. Drake ran to the guards' assistance, along with his father. He had never seen such bravery in his life. After that day, he began training to be a guard himself so that he too could demonstrate such might and prowess in combat. Unfortunately however, he would not serve his home of Rorikstead for his days to come. His family knew it would not be safe, for the dragon would eventually return. Drake's father decided that Drake and his mother should move far from such dangers that linger in Skyrim, and he would stay behind. Drake's mother searched for new places to live, but nowhere seemed safe after the recent Oblivion crisis. Then, like a message from the gods, a courier arrived at their home, providing a letter full of information on a new place by the name of "Akavir". It told that the land was full of opportunities and freedom for the Nords of Skyrim. Drake and his mother set off for the nearest boat to such a land, and Drake's father stayed behind defending Skyrim 'til his last breath. Drake had vowed that he would keep his people safe from any dangers that arose in the new land of Akavir, and so now he travels the roads in search of anyone who needs assistance, for no price.
OOC:
IGN: zachdudeguy
Age: 15
Why us?: I played on the old Elder Scrolls server, and recently have gotten back in to the series.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yep
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Roleplaying, in it's simplest form, is the act of assuming the role of another person or thing and trying to be that thing to the best of your ability.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using aspects of the game in a non-RP way, or using OOC info during RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is an action where, without giving others fair involvement, put's the player's character in to an almost undefeatable form by actions that they automatically assume succeed (For example, instead of "Steve slashes at Zombie," power gaming would be "Steve cuts of the head of Zombie in single blow"
IC:
Name: Tertius Aurelius Decentius
Nickname: None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Short/Medium brown hair, messy more often than not. Small, but defined, nose, gray-ish green dull, large, eyes. Thick, aggressive brow. Chin not very defined, but clear jaw. 5' 10". In good shape, stocky build, scar on left arm and upper right chest. Stubble around chin/neck. Often has an indifferent and apathetic look on his face; when that is absent it is either angry or drunk.
Personality: Defensive of those he cares about, occasionally to much so. Very quick to make poor decisions, more likely to solve problems with a blade then with words. Afraid of conjuration/necromancy, but masks it with a hatred of it, and would never admit it. Partially racist, especially towards elves. Enjoys drinking. Pessimistic, is constantly talking of the worst possible scenario but is never prepared when it happens. Constantly criticizing those below him, constantly licking the boots of those above him - as long as they are his military superiors. Hatred of politicians/diplomats/leaders who don't fight alongside their soldiers.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialogue)
*Just after dawn. Tertius, before leaving for Akavir, fought in Imperial Legion. This is an excerpt from a battle versus Aldmeri forces. The elves are attempting to sack a village, and Tertius' detachment has been ordered to hold the only bridge to the city while the citizens are evacuated. The elves have superior numbers and fresher troops, and are clearly winning. During the fighting, Tertius is currently engaged in single combat with an Elven soldier.*
[Tertius]: You'll die here, damn elf!
*An arrow flies, very closely, by Tertius' head. He is distracted for a moment, and in this time the elf raises his blade for an overhead slash at Tertius. Tertius raises his shield in time and absorbs the blow, but loses his shield in the process*
[High Elf]: I'm not the one who will be dying today!
*The elf goes for another overhead swing, but this time Tertius is alert.*
[High Elf]: Haha!
*As the elf's sword peaks over his head, Tertius drives his blade through the belly of the elf. He falls to his knees.*
[Tertius]: (Mocking, deadpan voice) Haha.
*Tertius slashes at the elf's unarmored neck, leaving a large gash, and kicks the body on to the ground. Blood pools around the corpse as Tertius returns to the rest of the fight*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Tertius was born and raised in the Imperial City, Cyrodil. His father was a veteran in the Imperial Legion, however, after a minor wound retired from service and began to lead the life of a diplomat, spending most of his time in the court of the Emperor. From a young age, Tertius had admired his father for his service in the Legion, but as he changed from soldier to citizen the wonder faded and, by the time he was in his early teens, resented his father for his cowardice. Tertius, for a number of reasons, was incredibly nationalistic. His whole childhood he planned to join the Legion as early as possible and stay in it until they would no longer allow him. He could recite the names of every Emperor since Queen Alessia. He was taught that any good Imperial hated the elves, and so he hated elves. But most importantly, he was taught how to fight. His father, being the wealthy man he was, did one good thing in Tertius' eyes - pay for his teachings. Beginning at the age of ten, he was instructed by a Legion veteran of tactics on the battlefield as well as swordsmanship, armor maintenance and how to be a soldier in general. His loyalty to the Empire was undying for as long as he could remember.
When he became of age, the Great War was raging. The Empire needed ever able bodied soldier it could get, and Tertius was far more than just able bodied. He quickly rose in ranks until he was commanding his own detachment - he was certainly no Legate, but he was respected by his men and often was key to the victory of battles. During this time period is when he truly began to hate elves. As a child, yes, he did not like them, but that was simply because he was told to. Now, he saw his comrades, his allies, his FRIENDS being slaughtered by elves. He saw elves burn entire villages filled with citizens, killing those who fled. He saw the true evil that Mer could possess, and he grew to hate every single one of them.
Year after year, Tertius continued to fight in the Legion and year after year his hatred grew, bottled up inside of him, only released when he had a blade in his hand. He knew what he was doing on the battlefield; his skills in battle were unmatched by anyone he knew and his ideas of tactics were more often than not superior to those of the Legate. And yet, as time went on, his decisions got sloppier. He made choices based not on what position would be held or how many of his own men would be lost, but how many elves would die. Entire villages of innocent elves were put to the torch or the blade because he commanded it - the very thing he hated them for. These issues do not even begin to include his drinking - if he wasn't planning how to kill more elves he was drinking, and he often charged in to a fight so drunk he couldn't swing straight. It is no surprise that after he was wounded in battle - just a small cut - he was told he would have to retire. The Legion knew he was of no use any more, but wanted the man to keep his honor. Tertius' hate for the Elves now was spread evenly, to the Empire, and to himself. He, a great soldier, a great commander, a great killer of elves, retired for a flesh wound? He was on the path to becoming the one man he resented the most - his father. And it was the fault of the Empire!
Now, after a year and a half, Tertius has become sober again - despite heavy drinking after being released. His skills are not what the once were, but he still knows how to handle a blade. Tertius had decided he can not live in an Empire that has caused him so much hate, and so he looks to a new life - in Akavir. Boarding the ship, he can only hope for the best. But, whatever it is, surely it is better than what he has now.
OCC IGN:
The_Ant_Reaper Age:
15 Why us?
Well, I’m a massive fan of both the elderscrolls games and minecraft, therefore I figured I would enjoy a role play server that meets your description. Judging from the professionalism and quality of your server that I’ve seen so far, I would definitely say that this looks like it is one of the best role play servers someone like me could start playing on. Have you voted for us on planet minecraft
Although I have seen some parts of your server, I feel that what I have seen alone is not enough to endorse it. However, if the server is indeed as good as it initially seems, I’m certain I will be voting daily in the future. Define role-playing in your words:
Role playing involves taking on and acting a personality that is not your own. The term “Role-Playing” is often used to describe a popular type of gaming, which is usually associated with the fantasy genre. Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta gaming is basically where you use your knowledge of something to influence any act or decision your in-game (role-play) character might not know In accordance to his lore, stats, etc. Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power gaming involves performing tasks that resemble an un-realistic level of power. For example forcing players to perform a task without even giving them a chance to retaliate, or killing them without giving them a chance to reply, run away, etc. IC Name:
Valborg Nickname:
Val. Age:
33 Gender:
Male Race:
Nord Appearance:
Valborg, otherwise known as ‘val’, Is a very distinctive looking character. He is quite tall, and reasonably handsome, with some very distinctive features. One of the more obvious is the scar that stretches across his right cheek; a battle wound. He is strangely proud of this scar, and uses it to intimidate other people, often boasting about his previous endeavours to the towns’ folk in the local taverns. He also has a tattoo with some significant meaning on his left shoulder. The tattoo signifies his strong alliance to the imperials. Other than that, he is a very shady looking character—someone who looks like he’s planning something malicious. Magic
Does not know any magic Personality
Valborg isn’t a very trusting character, getting within 2 metres to him will likely result in him plunging his sword into your stomach. Despite this, he feels very strongly about the people who he trusts, and would happily forfeit his own life for them. Val isn’t the most honourable of men; he’ll do virtually anything for the right coin, providing it does not involve negatively impacting him, his family, or the imperials. Finally, val doesn’t like drawing attention to himself, and is subsequently not very social able. He prefers to lurk in the shadows and silently watch. In-Game RP Fight Example:
Val was browsing the stalls in a busy marketplace, when a rather large Orc man came up to him, and pushed him into another shopper. He turned around angrily, and demanded to know why she had pushed him.
Val: “Huh? Did you just—why, I should strike you down right now. Explain yourself!”
Orc: “Do yourself a favour, and get out my way before I lose my patience with imperial scum like you. You’re lucky a push is all you got from me…”
Val: “Val gritted his teeth, and stared down at the Orc man. "Don't push me. An Orc you might be, but don't think you can get away with anything you like.”
Orc: “Ha. You don't scare me. This is your last warning, get out of my way."
Val stood his ground and gave the Orc a slight smirk. He stood slightly to one side, pretending to clean dirt from his sword handle, before swiftly turning back around, and plunging his sword directly into his chest.
Background
Valborg was a much different person during his childhood- he was normal. He enjoyed playing with all the other children, and was held dearly by his family. One day however, he was emotionally scared, which would affect his life forever. This terrible event was the un-timely death of his Father, the person whom he held dearest to his heart. It all happened after his father and his father’s friend both went out to a tavern one night, where they became dangerously drunk. After some time passing, in the dead of night, his father stormed back into the house in a rage. An argument had broken out. Shortly after, when things had calmed down, Valborgs father decided to attempt let the issue resolve itself over a nights rest. It soon became apparent that the other parties involved were notas willing to let this argument drop as easily, as they were soon awoken by a fire that was rapidly destroying their home. Amongst the confusion, Valborgs father barged his way into Valborgs room, and dragged Valborg through the burning wreck in an attempt to save his sons life. Eventually they stumbled across a small opening in the house that would allow them to escape from the house into the streets. Promising that he would follow shortly after, Valborgs father pushed valborg through the opening. As valborg turned around expecting to see his father following him, the sound of a loud crash determined his ultimate fate. Valborgs father, along with the multiple other members of his family, had perished in the blaze. He lay in the ash with people milling around him trying to protect the other houses from the blaze until morning, where some distant relatives found him. He doesn’t remember much of his childhood from that point on, due to his unwillingness to communicate in any way with the world.
Valborg did, however, toughen up considerably. He harboured a hatred for those who took his beloved father away from him, and began to put that rage into sword-training. He expressed his desire to one of the guards, who agreed to help train him and gave him a short wooden sword. Several years and many broken swords behind him, the old guard who had trained him for so long sent him a message to go to his house right away. Upon arriving there, Val saw him sitting on the edge of the bed and rushed over. The old guard grasped his hand tightly, and pulled him closer.
“If I had a son like you, I’d be proud. Take my sword, and paint the snow red with it. I fear a great unrest will be upon this land, and it’ll be here soon.”
Val nodded, squeezed the guards hand, and went over to the fireplace to inspect the blade. It was made of the finest iron, with a lethally sharp edge and a sturdy handle. Perfectly balanced, this was truly a craftsman’s finest work. He shouted his thanks to the guard and ran off to test the blade against the targets. That was 19 years ago, and Val has been wandering various towns and villages, never staying in one place for too long. His memories and skills have stayed with him and moulded him into a strong man, albeit a bit nervous around crowds. Recently he’s been feeling a bit tired of where he is now, and that old wanderlust is starting to hit him again. Maybe it’s time to make a new adventure…
(Green is the added parts) OOC: IGN: UltraPwnager
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will after this. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head ) Define Power-gaming in your words: To be over powered in game and fight with no chance to let the opponent win, for example *Shoots a crossbow bolt killing 10 players at once *
IC: Name: Alanor Serephim Nickname: (Optional): Seraph Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance:Somewhat tall, shoulder length light brown hair,big dark green eyes,Slightly ragged V-neck Red shirt, black breeches and black boots. Has black iron braces, and a scar in the back of his head. Personality: Charismatic, Easy to impress, Muscular, skilled in combat, shows off a lot and is very kind. Some times very shy, outgoing, generous and brave. If there is a problem, he likes hearing both sides and carrying out the judgement.Hate's racists. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog): As Alanor walks down the street's of Windhelm towards the inn, he notices a Nord scoundrel picking on a poor Dunmer in one of the alleys, "Want some bread d'ya? Well work for it!" said the Nord, he then pushed the elf to the ground, "Can't you be nice for once and spare me some bread for me and my grandchildren..?" the Nord raised his fist to go for a swing on the aged Dunmer. Alanor, approaches the man, grabs his arm pulls it back and kicks him in the knee, then while he is kneeling, pushes him to the side. "Sorry for not coming earlier" Alanor says to the elf. "Why thank you for helping me... to tell you the truth... I've handled worse than that scum." The Nord then stands up and takes out a knife from the side of his leg, and shouts "No one does that to me!" He runs towards Alanor, tackling him to the ground. While the Nord is on top of Alanor grabbing him throat with one hand and the knife with the other sends his knife down on him. Quickly Alanor grabs his hand and head butt's him, and pushes him off and kicks his knife away. "You shouldn't have done that" said Alanor. He goes and picks up the knife and grabs its from the blade part. The Nord quickly gets up and begins to run away, but in a quick motion, Alanor throws his knife at him with all his might. The blade zips through the air and stabs into the back of the Nord's head and afterward, collapses into the ground. The elf stands with a gaping mouth, surprised at the feat Alanor had just done. Alanor digs into his pocket and grabs the 10 septims he was going to use in the tavern and tosses them in the general direction of the elf. "Here, use this to buy yourself some bread." Are Alanor's last words before he heads for the docks, leaving for Solitude to visit his father. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.): Alanor was born as the son of a master blacksmith in Solitude and a flower vendor in riverwood, he had to major influences.. his father and mother. His father, taught him how to survive and trained him how to fight and be skilled in combat, while his mother taught him kindness and compassion towards others. Alanor grew up to be a guard in Windhelm. He decided his life would be trying to protect people and be kind to them so that compassion spread around. But he was disgusted at the city, there were thugs everywhere, there was segregation and murder. He finally learned a life lesson there, that murder and violence will never end. Soon after his father died of old age and his mother said her last goodbye's on her death bed due to some disease she caught, Alanor needed to start again, he went to the inn and asked the innkeeper for the latest rumors and was told that many people were discussing a land called Akavir, rich and prosperous and full of promises.
Alanor asked around about Akavir and was being told different things, each more promising than the last. He overheard two Bosmer talking about a ship who was going straight to Akavir that same day. Having only the necessities and precious things in his bag and few septims in his pocket, he felt like he was destined to go there. He went on board the ship and payed the captain whatever septims he had left and gave him his mother's necklace to give him a ride there. He got the cargo hold because the rooms were all taken. He took his spot in the corner, closed his eyes, and dreamed of all the things he could achieve in his new life.
Accepted
IGN:Teddy_Baws
Age:13
Why us?:Cause this server seems like one of the more interesting ones out there.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Where people imagine themselves as a fictional character in a fictional world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Where someone uses knowledge from outside the RPG and uses it either accidently or purposely in the RPG World
Define Power-gaming in your words: Where someone makes a character invincible or overpowered from the lore, saying as "The Police officer shot the Dovahkinn for shouting at him" Or when you give someone no option but the option that will only benefit you, or someone else "John stabbed Bob" compared to "John Attempted to stab Bob"
IC:
Name: J'Dato
Nickname: (Optional) J
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Lean, flexible, assassin's physique and jet black fur, wears black assassins robes with a hood and 2 knives on his legs, and a bow on his back.
Personality: Happy at most times, but turns into a crazed murderer if necessary.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
As J'Dato walks along the wet gravel road to his home, he notices a glimmer in the alleys to his left... Bandits...
"Stop right there Khajiit! Give us your gold and we will spare your life for another day!" The Leader of the bandit gang shouts, Aiming his bow at J'Dato's Head.
"I'm sorry, i've got no gold, im just heading back to my home to rest, please don't shoot me!" J'Dato says to the gang in a voice that you would hear from a beggar.
"Oh, sorry, did you not hear me??? I said give us your gold! Those tricks won't work on us fool!" The bandit leader says once again, but as he looks back to where J'Dato was... He had vanished..
J'Dato quickly jolts to an alley with one of the bandits and flanks around them, he then pulls out his knives and quietly disposes of the bandit's life... Another goes, and another one... Until all thats left is the Leader... Shaking from the tips of his short hair to his cold muddy boots... the man was purely horrified..
"I'm sorry! Please spare me, i won't bother you ever again!" Says the leader to the cold street where he is alone to only find the fate of death...
"Good night..." A voice comes from behind the dreaded man, as he turns around, he is taken out silently, without a sound...
J'Dato wanders off to his home in the cold bloody street..... grinning...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
J'Dato was a slave to a rich family in Morrowind, Was a slave, always would be was what he thought... He lived a dirty, rough life, everyday, cleaning, working, cooking, everything that a slave would do... but he was young, entrapped in an eternal nightmare which he couldn't wake up from. He would sit in his room, looking out the windows everyday thinking what it would be like out in the world... being free and trapped... He lived as a slave for his life till he was 14, everyday since he was growing up, he would train, become stronger, live harder and dream to live longer... When he had his birthday, he was alone, but he decided to give himself a present, oh what a bloody birthday it was going to be...
That night, right after exactly at 12:01, he opened the door silently took his knife, and crept upstairs... he had a choice of walking out clean.. but he wanted revenge.. he wanted them to suffer as he did... he crept up into the family bedrooms.. this was his first time ending anyones life, but he was happy, he had a grin on his face.... he cut their heads off... first the father... then the mother.... when he got to the children... he wasn't flinching one bit... he was so happy that his life was going to change that one night, he was intoxicated with happiness, the house was silent the next day, except for one noise.... an evil laughter coming from inside, when J'Dato finally realized what he did, he was horrified, he went insane for a moment, he had lost control, and now he would be forever plagued by that moment.
He left the house with all the valuables, gold, jewellery, ancient antiques... His last farewell to his parents, brothers and sisters...
He didn't know where to go, he went from town to town, searching for jobs to gain a little extra pocket money, until he heard about Akavir from some gossip in a local tavern, "The perfect land to start a new beginning" was how he heard it from the men at the small table, so he saved up all his gold from his jobs and set out on a small ship to Akavir, where he would soon learn that he would not always be a slave to his life.
You appearance is sketchy. Why does he have a mask stretching the length of his body?
Only thing^^^^^^^^right there.
You are Perm-Denied, Troll apps are not tolerated.
The only things you need to fix is your personality and appearance. You need to add more detail to both.
What the heck??? I wait hours 2 get reviewed and you perm-deny me saying its a troll app... it well isn't a troll app I'm not really even sure what that means but ill just fix the app i guess i mean you didn't really tell me what 2 fix but i guess ill just make it better? i just really really want to be on this server and yea i was kinda tired and just really want ed 2 get on this server so if i work more i can probably do better ill work on it tonight and in the morning and post it tomorrow morning or afternoon i really hope it will be good enough then ill put a lot of work into it because i really want 2 get on this awesome server :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
OOC:
IGN: UltraPwnager
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will after this.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head )
Define Power-gaming in your words: To be over powered in game and fight with no chance to let the opponent win, for example *Shoots a crossbow bolt killing 10 players at once *
IC:
Name: Alanor Serephim
Nickname: (Optional): Seraph
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance:Somewhat tall, shoulder length light brown hair,big dark green eyes,Slightly ragged V-neck Red shirt, black breeches and black boots. Has black iron braces, and a scar in the back of his head.
Personality: Charismatic, Easy to impress, Muscular, skilled in combat, shows off a lot and is very kind. Some times very shy, outgoing, generous and brave. If there is a problem, he likes hearing both sides and carrying out the judgement.Hate's racists.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog): As Alanor walks down the street's of Windhelm towards the inn, he notices a Nord scoundrel picking on a poor Dunmer in one of the alleys, "Want some bread d'ya? Well work for it!" said the Nord, he then pushed the elf to the ground, "Can't you be nice for once and spare me some bread for me and my grandchildren..?" the Nord raised his fist to go for a swing on the aged Dunmer. Alanor, approaches the man, grabs his arm pulls it back and kicks him in the knee, then while he is kneeling, pushes him to the side. "Sorry for not coming earlier" Alanor says to the elf. "Why thank you for helping me... to tell you the truth... I've handled worse than that scum." The Nord then stands up and takes out a knife from the side of his leg, and shouts "No one does that to me!" He runs towards Alanor, tackling him to the ground. While the Nord is on top of Alanor grabbing him throat with one hand and the knife with the other sends his knife down on him. Quickly Alanor grabs his hand and head butt's him, and pushes him off and kicks his knife away. "You shouldn't have done that" said Alanor. He goes and picks up the knife and grabs its from the blade part. The Nord quickly gets up and begins to run away, but in a quick motion, Alanor throws his knife at him with all his might. The blade zips through the air and stabs into the back of the Nord's head and afterward, collapses into the ground. The elf stands with a gaping mouth, surprised at the feat Alanor had just done. Alanor digs into his pocket and grabs the 10 septims he was going to use in the tavern and tosses them in the general direction of the elf. "Here, use this to buy yourself some bread." Are Alanor's last words before he heads for the docks, leaving for Solitude to visit his father.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.): Alanor was born as the son of a master blacksmith in Solitude and a flower vendor in riverwood, he had to major influences.. his father and mother. His father, taught him how to survive and trained him how to fight and be skilled in combat, while his mother taught him kindness and compassion towards others. Alanor grew up to be a guard in Windhelm. He decided his life would be trying to protect people and be kind to them so that compassion spread around. But he was disgusted at the city, there were thugs everywhere, there was segregation and murder. He finally learned a life lesson there, that murder and violence will never end. Soon after his father died of old age and his mother said her last goodbye's on her death bed due to some disease she caught, Alanor needed to start again, he went to the inn and asked the innkeeper for the latest rumors and was told that many people were discussing a land called Akavir, rich and prosperous and full of promises.
Alanor asked around about Akavir and was being told different things, each more promising than the last. He overheard two Bosmer talking about a ship who was going straight to Akavir that same day. Having only the necessities and precious things in his bag and few septims in his pocket, he felt like he was destined to go there. He went on board the ship and payed the captain whatever septims he had left and gave him his mother's necklace to give him a ride there. He got the cargo hold because the rooms were all taken. He took his spot in the corner, closed his eyes, and dreamed of all the things he could achieve in his new life.
"Skooma kills!"
Age: 18
Why us?: I've had extensive experience roleplaying in other Minecraft servers such as HollowWorld. Also, I'm a huge fan of Bethesda's gaming products and I've been acutely interested in their Elder Scrolls games. With my passions for roleplaying and Elder Scrolls, I hope to contribute to this community and have a great roleplaying experience.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is a style of game play that revolves around the story and personality of a player-controlled character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the use of knowledge that the in-game character would not have known under normal circumstances to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Johnny tells Sally he's glad her parents are separated. However, Johnny only knows this information because Johnny read Sally's application in the forums or in OOC.)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is the intentional neglect of IC realism or the creation of unsubstantiated and powerful attributes in order to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Sally is in an IC battle with Johnny. Sally aims a sword stroke at Johnny's shoulder and awaits for Johnny's character to respond. Johnny responds by catching the blade between his teeth, breathing fire out of his kneecaps, healing wounds by slamming his face repeatedly into the affected areas, and mind controlling Sally to stab herself with Johnny's knife that was handed down to him from his murdered parents that has the phrase "YOLO" inscribed on the blade. Also, Johnny declares that he is, as of this particular moment in time, super handsome.)
IC
Name: Orion Stylus
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Orion is a product of a lifetime of traveling. His aging skin is rough and weather-exposed, and the memories of an adventurous youth marks his body. Standing just over 5'9" and waning at the waist, Orion cannot boast any considerable might over most men. Underneath his travelling robe and withering skin, however, Orion's muscles and joints are experienced and still promise years of functionality. In summation, Orion is neither wanting nor boasting a physique.
Much in the same way that the rings of a tree tell a tree's story, Orion's visage wordlessly speaks of the years he's spent in distant lands and foreign places. His silver-blue eyes are accurate and shine with knowledge and curiosity. His sun-beaten face is hung with ambiguous scars and the years of his life, yet his smile ripens his features with vitality. Thick gray hair grips his head and chin, which is kept orderly by the morning blade of a traveler's knife around the chin and left alone atop the head to grow.
Orion's attire is efficient for his purposes. He wears leather armor beneath a loose robe and a hood to shade himself from the sun and cold. A traveler's bag carries the necessities of his journey's, and he wields a knotted ironwood staff as a companion and protector.
Personality: Orion's personality shines with his admiration for the earth and the humility of his mortality. Having traveled to nearly every place a man can set foot in his lifetime and more, Orion's knowledge of his world and the people that share it is legend worthy. However, in response to these accusations, Orion simply shakes his head and preaches that the more he knows, the less he understands. His itchy feet and insatiable appetite for a new frontier wouldn't let him quit, however.
Overall, Orion is amiable by most who take the time to lend an ear to an aging man's stories. He has a light-hearted and adventurous spirit in combination with a humble manner. Polite, orderly, and efficient, Orion's mind is sharp and friendly. His favorite pass-times are within view of a sunset and an ear to tell his stories to.
Unfortunately, a wandering soul makes many acquaintances, but very few friends. It's an acceptable reality to Orion that he will not always have an audience to preach foreign wonders to, so he takes to writing his many experiences in pages of a tome he carries with him.
In-game RP Fight example: "Halt! Who goes there?" The town guard threw his practiced greeting down to the robed figure approaching from the main road. His cumbersome chain vest chimed from atop the stockade wall as the guard strained to see who might be the visitor. The traveler approached the gate as he drew back his hood. The guard snickered. The stationed soldier recognized the weak features of an aging man who had been traveling through the land. It was easy prey.
"My name is Orion, I'm a traveler seeking passage through the town." replied the traveler, craning his neck slighty to meet the eyes of the man who was peering at him down his nose. The guard gruffly snorted, elbowing a fellow guardsman who had come to relieve himself of watching an empty road.
"Alright, we'll let you through." Replied the guard. Both soldiers smiled wittingly down at the man.
"Thank you sirs!" Orion said sincerely.
Neither guards moved to open the gate.
After a pause, Orion inquired, "Do you need any help opening the gate?"
"We don't need any help from you, old man." The first guard sneered.
"Yeah, an' we don' need you old-ing up the people 'ere eithuh." The second guard threw down the insult eagerly. The first guard rolled his eyes.
"You know... The hinges on the gate are a bit rusty today. The blacksmith in town surely has some oil to spare... for a price." The first guard drew out his words, lording his power over Orion who stood mutely on the road, his eyes still fixed on the gate. "What do you say, old man, think you can spare a few septims to help us open this gate?"
Orion stood motionless, grasping his bowstaff with a familiar hand.
Finally, he broke the nervous tension. Orion began to walk off the road, walking through the spring grass just outside the palisades. The guards furrowed their brows in confusion and frustration.
"H-hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"Around the town." Orion replied a-matter-of-factly.
"You can't just go around the town!"
"Of course I can."
"B-but. You're supposed to go through the gate. You can't just up and go around the town!"
Orion paused to look up at the guard this time, "Is there a law against it?"
"Well... uh, no, there isn't a law."
"The I guess I'm going around the town." Orion continued to plod around the town. The two guards followed him to the distance with their eyes as wide as their mouths were open.
Some problems don't need to be solved with violence.
Background: Orion often jokes that his father was the road and his mother was the world around it. Sometimes he includes that he had one very aggressive older brother which he was glad to do without; whose name was Pebbleinmyshoe. Actually, Orion was born from a wealthy merchant father and a noble mother, who both lived in the imperial city. Both parents were old to be having kids when Orion was born, and the effort of a child rooted the couple down within the walls of the city for the rest of their lives. The same could not be said for Orion, who traded his father's trading ledger's and mother's nobility for his walking staff and traveler's bag at the age of adulthood. His parents were conflicted with their desire to be with their firstborn and their knowledge that he must be set free from the walls of the Imperial City. In the end, the family exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, and Orion left the world he knew for the mysterious world he didn't know.
Orion's past is fraught with strange sights and harrowing experiences, but Orion appreciates the journey between them just as much. He make a living from running letters from town to town, making maps, and finding a path for the lost. His foot has landed in every province in Tamriel. He learned invention from man, magic from mer, and instincts from beasts. He never excelled in one area of study, but he never lacked in one either.
Soon, Tamriel's diversity quickly became less diverse to Orion, who was now getting along in his lifetime. It was by the hands of fate that Orion was warding off the sharp Skyrim climate by a tavern's fire when he heard the salty tale from a well-traveled redguard of a land far away. Orion's ears perked at the woven tales the sailor spoke about the new land and the trade routes established there. His feet followed the sound of the redguard's tales, and soon Orion had swindled his way onto a merchant ship bound for Akavir. The air smelled new to Orion, who had become acutely aware of such nuances in his lifetime. He was ready to greet the new world as the boat rocked beneath him on the open seas.
As Orion took his first few steps into port, the foreign soil felt familiar to him, and he smiled.
Skooma Kills!
IGN: jjspy
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head )
Define Power-gaming in your words: to play for fun and enjoyment
IC:
Name: olaf two eye
Nickname: (Optional): two eye
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: nord
Appearance: two eyes large thick scar down back short bole hair heavy fur armor
Personality:sarcastick funney but serius at times ttys to keep his past hidden from most people
backround: rased is whiterun lived there until he was 17 until he woke up frome a long night of drinking in morrowind forgot his entire life
OOC:
IGN: Pillowfighter227
Age: 16
Why us?: I love mc and i love sky rim i have 100+ hours on it and my friends play here and say its awesome so this seems like the perfect server for me
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea and i went and found out what it was and made an account just to vote for u guys and gave u a diamond as well
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing means pretending to be someone else or pretending to be in a specific situation that you are not actually in at the time.
Define Meta-Gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is when you take OOC information to give your character in game a huge advantage.
Define Power-Gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is when people Roleplay things which may be impossible to do, leaving the other player no chance to fight back, or do things like just say *snaps neck* and stuff like that without rping anything out and stuff
IC:
Name: Leck S'mai
Nickname: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Leck wears very little most of the time for faster movement, a loin cloth is all he needs, for his thick fur keeps him warm in the winter. He is fit for his age, not too skinny and not too fat. He have very few battle scars, for he avoids fights when he can (which is most of the time, for he is quick and quiet on his feet). His fur is pitch black like the night, well.......most of it, that is, for he has few markings of white paint on his left shoulder, which represent the heroic deeds he has succeeded in; in his lifetime. His eyes are a dark blue, like his mothers, which for who is very little known about. He has claws as sharp as an Imperial blade and as white as the snow, But very few have seen them, for he only unsheathes them in dire situations. He has the bite of a Werewolf and the strength of a troll.
Personality: He very rarely talks to people, so not much is known about him, but when people come up to him to him to ask a favor or just to say their greetings, he responds with his deep, kind, voice. Even tho he rarely speaks, the people of his home town and the people who get to know him on his journeys, respect him and listens to him when they need help. He may look dark, evil or mysterious to people who have just met him, because of his pitch black fur, sharp teeth and fact that he tends to stay away from conversation, but looks can be deceiving.....very deceiving indeed. His eyes talk for him when he doesn't speak. They show concern for the people who are in need, show pain and hurt when someone he loved or cared for has passed away, they show happiness and love toward people he cares about and thankfulness and gratitude toward the people who aid him on his journeys and adventures, but one thing you never see in his eyes, is fear. Leck is one of the most brave and courageous Khajiit you will ever meet in your life.
In-game RP example: (Including dialog)
*While on his journey to an abandoned mine shaft that he heard about from the local bar tender, to see if any loot was left behind, Leck came across a weeping woman, who looked pretty beat up, so he approached he and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes*
[Woman]: "Please sir, please help me! These men in red ambushed me while I was on my way to town and took all my gold......it was all the gold I had left. I was going to use it to buy a cow for meat, to provide for my son."
*Leck could see how much this woman cared about her son, he felt bad for her....but that wasn't the only thing he felt, he felt anger and hatred toward the bandits that robbed this woman. "Scum!" he thought to himself. There is nothing more he would love to do then to take down the retched bandits and return the woman's gold, so he nodded to her*
[Woman]: "Thank you, thank you so much! They headed toward the abandoned mine shaft just up ahead.....I think you will find them there. May the divines be with you!"
*Leck continued on his way to the mine shaft, not with loot and ores in mind, but with the woman's son, who will starve to death if his mother can't buy him food.*
*As he approached the entrance to the mine shaft, Leck started to hear voices and eventually saw two men in red guarding the doors to mine*
[Leck]: "Those must be some of the bandits that the woman was talking about." *He growled under his breath* "I'll wait a little longer to fine the perfect time to strike without alerting any bandits that may be inside."
[Bandit 1]: "Gahh, how much longer are we gunna be out 'ere ?"
[Bandit 2]: "Quit you're bickering you blithering fool, and shut that pie 'ole of yurs!"
[Bandit 1]: "Why don't ya come over 'ere and make me?!"
*The two bandits started throwing fists and spitting at each other, they had completely forgotten about guarding the entrance to mine*
[Leck]: "Here's my chance."
*Leck easily snuck past the fighting bandits and into the mine shaft*
*To make a long story short, because I feel like its already long enough, Leck used his bow and arrow to quietly take out each bandit in the mine one by one, till one was left. The leader of the bandits was about as dumb as an Ox and wasn't much of a challenge for Leck. Leck retrieved the woman's gold from the leaders pocket and left the mine to find the two bandits from before, both knocked out, laying on the ground. Leck returned the gold to the very thankful woman, along with a little extra he got from the other bandits he took out*
[Woman]: "You have saved my son! You have no idea how thankful I am of you brave traveler! What is your name?"
[Leck]: "Leck s'mai i'm just glad I could help you."
Background: Leck was born and raised, in Skyrim, in the city of Riften, by his mother. His mother, by the name of Bhisha, arrived in Riften on the day of his birth. The home she had was attacked by a group of bandits so she had no choice but to run. She ended up in Riften just in time for the baby. The people of Riften kindly helped her to a room in the inn and called for the local doctor, for they also knew that the baby was coming. It was that day that a hero was born.....Leck. Leck never knew his father, for his father left Bhisha long before he was even born. At times it was hard for both Leck and Bhisha, but they got by because they had each other. In his early years, from about 6 to 12, Leck loved to climb. He would climb anything he could reach, from trees to houses and even at times over his neighbors fence to snatch an apple from the apple tree in their backyard. He had no friends in the city because all the kids were scared that he might bite them or accidentally scratch them, so they tried to avoid him. At the age of 15 Leck was, what he liked to call himself, a master of climbing, for there was not a thing he could not climb. He was proud of himself, as was his mother. Leck was now old enough to go out of the city on his own and hunt for food to provide for his mother, who was growing quite old. He enjoyed being out there by himself, it was quiet, peaceful. One day after a good session of hunting, he returned home only to find his mother quite sick in bed. The doctor was there by her side and when he saw Leck he got up and walked over to him. His mother was on her deathbed, she had a horrible sickness that could not be cured, younger people may be able to wait it out, but with Bhisha's age there was no chance of her surviving it. Leck spent her last days by her side.
One year later when Leck was 16, the leader of the Thieves Guild had started to notice how easily Leck could move around and climb and how quietly he moves on his feet. He went up to him one day and asked if he would be willing to be trained as a Thief/Assassin, because he saw great potential in Leck. He decided to join and after years and years of learning and training, 5 years to be exact, Leck was taught everything he needed to know about being a thief/assassin. He was by far the fastest learning Guild member the leader had ever seen. He was the quickest and quietest Thief anyone had even seen. People grew to respect him and gave him more quests.....but Leck started to grow tired and bored of his everyday life in Riften. Yes, people respected him but he wasn't satisfied. He longed for adventure and exploration! He remembered long ago when he was just a little kit, his mother would tell him stories of a new land full of adventures and exploration.....a land called Akavir!
So it was on that day that Leck decided to travel to the strange land of Akavir, where many adventures await him. Where new friends will be made. He is going to a place where he will finally be satisfied.
"I'm finally going mother!" Leck said as he looked up to the sky. "I'm finally going to the land of Akavir!"
Skooma Kills thats the secret word thing (actually 2 words technicly lol) thing I have to put right?
IGN: KillerNinja29
Age:17
Why us?:I've always been interested in The Elder Scrolls. I own every game and I enjoy role-play experiences.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I won't vote until I see the server for myself.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is putting yourself in another characters shoes for a fantasy experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using OOC knowledge for your character's own benefit.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is cheating by means of performing acts outside of your character's personal boundaries.
IC:
Name: Draken Fairmont the 2nd
Nickname: Drake
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Pale skinned, light blue eyes, brown hair and a bit of a stubble.
Personality: Fun and enjoyable, or otherwise violent and generally angry when provoked.
In-game RP Fight example: "You dare challenge my authority, whelp?!" -proceeds to draw sword- "Draw your blade and see how you fare in combat against my might!" (other character proceeds to unsheathe weapon.) -Lunges at [insert name here]-
Background: Drake was born under the same name as his father, who was a guard in Rorikstead at the time of the dragon attacks over Skyrim. On what seemed to have been a normal day in the farm town, roars could be heard from miles away in the mountains to the West. Nobody panicked, as these roars could often be hear around Skyrim. However, today they were drawing closer. Drake knew something was wrong. Later on in the day, a fireball came into contact with one of the farms, incinerating everything in it's path. A dragon soared above the small town, blowing off the roof of Drake's home. Luckily, the guards were prepared. As they shot their arrows into the wings of the dragon, it descended into the road that passed through the city's entrance. Two of the guards rushed forward with their iron swords drawn. They slashed at the dragon's feet and throat, hoping to score a lucky hit and bring the beast down. Then, with great force, the dragon released another mighty Thu'um, throwing the guards across the town, right at Drake, who stared at the combat in amazement. The dragon quickly retreated. Drake ran to the guards' assistance, along with his father. He had never seen such bravery in his life. After that day, he began training to be a guard himself so that he too could demonstrate such might and prowess in combat. Unfortunately however, he would not serve his home of Rorikstead for his days to come. His family knew it would not be safe, for the dragon would eventually return. Drake's father decided that Drake and his mother should move far from such dangers that linger in Skyrim, and he would stay behind. Drake's mother searched for new places to live, but nowhere seemed safe after the recent Oblivion crisis. Then, like a message from the gods, a courier arrived at their home, providing a letter full of information on a new place by the name of "Akavir". It told that the land was full of opportunities and freedom for the Nords of Skyrim. Drake and his mother set off for the nearest boat to such a land, and Drake's father stayed behind defending Skyrim 'til his last breath. Drake had vowed that he would keep his people safe from any dangers that arose in the new land of Akavir, and so now he travels the roads in search of anyone who needs assistance, for no price.
IGN: zachdudeguy
Age: 15
Why us?: I played on the old Elder Scrolls server, and recently have gotten back in to the series.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yep
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Roleplaying, in it's simplest form, is the act of assuming the role of another person or thing and trying to be that thing to the best of your ability.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using aspects of the game in a non-RP way, or using OOC info during RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is an action where, without giving others fair involvement, put's the player's character in to an almost undefeatable form by actions that they automatically assume succeed (For example, instead of "Steve slashes at Zombie," power gaming would be "Steve cuts of the head of Zombie in single blow"
IC:
Name: Tertius Aurelius Decentius
Nickname: None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Short/Medium brown hair, messy more often than not. Small, but defined, nose, gray-ish green dull, large, eyes. Thick, aggressive brow. Chin not very defined, but clear jaw. 5' 10". In good shape, stocky build, scar on left arm and upper right chest. Stubble around chin/neck. Often has an indifferent and apathetic look on his face; when that is absent it is either angry or drunk.
Personality: Defensive of those he cares about, occasionally to much so. Very quick to make poor decisions, more likely to solve problems with a blade then with words. Afraid of conjuration/necromancy, but masks it with a hatred of it, and would never admit it. Partially racist, especially towards elves. Enjoys drinking. Pessimistic, is constantly talking of the worst possible scenario but is never prepared when it happens. Constantly criticizing those below him, constantly licking the boots of those above him - as long as they are his military superiors. Hatred of politicians/diplomats/leaders who don't fight alongside their soldiers.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialogue)
*Just after dawn. Tertius, before leaving for Akavir, fought in Imperial Legion. This is an excerpt from a battle versus Aldmeri forces. The elves are attempting to sack a village, and Tertius' detachment has been ordered to hold the only bridge to the city while the citizens are evacuated. The elves have superior numbers and fresher troops, and are clearly winning. During the fighting, Tertius is currently engaged in single combat with an Elven soldier.*
[Tertius]: You'll die here, damn elf!
*An arrow flies, very closely, by Tertius' head. He is distracted for a moment, and in this time the elf raises his blade for an overhead slash at Tertius. Tertius raises his shield in time and absorbs the blow, but loses his shield in the process*
[High Elf]: I'm not the one who will be dying today!
*The elf goes for another overhead swing, but this time Tertius is alert.*
[High Elf]: Haha!
*As the elf's sword peaks over his head, Tertius drives his blade through the belly of the elf. He falls to his knees.*
[Tertius]: (Mocking, deadpan voice) Haha.
*Tertius slashes at the elf's unarmored neck, leaving a large gash, and kicks the body on to the ground. Blood pools around the corpse as Tertius returns to the rest of the fight*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Tertius was born and raised in the Imperial City, Cyrodil. His father was a veteran in the Imperial Legion, however, after a minor wound retired from service and began to lead the life of a diplomat, spending most of his time in the court of the Emperor. From a young age, Tertius had admired his father for his service in the Legion, but as he changed from soldier to citizen the wonder faded and, by the time he was in his early teens, resented his father for his cowardice. Tertius, for a number of reasons, was incredibly nationalistic. His whole childhood he planned to join the Legion as early as possible and stay in it until they would no longer allow him. He could recite the names of every Emperor since Queen Alessia. He was taught that any good Imperial hated the elves, and so he hated elves. But most importantly, he was taught how to fight. His father, being the wealthy man he was, did one good thing in Tertius' eyes - pay for his teachings. Beginning at the age of ten, he was instructed by a Legion veteran of tactics on the battlefield as well as swordsmanship, armor maintenance and how to be a soldier in general. His loyalty to the Empire was undying for as long as he could remember.
When he became of age, the Great War was raging. The Empire needed ever able bodied soldier it could get, and Tertius was far more than just able bodied. He quickly rose in ranks until he was commanding his own detachment - he was certainly no Legate, but he was respected by his men and often was key to the victory of battles. During this time period is when he truly began to hate elves. As a child, yes, he did not like them, but that was simply because he was told to. Now, he saw his comrades, his allies, his FRIENDS being slaughtered by elves. He saw elves burn entire villages filled with citizens, killing those who fled. He saw the true evil that Mer could possess, and he grew to hate every single one of them.
Year after year, Tertius continued to fight in the Legion and year after year his hatred grew, bottled up inside of him, only released when he had a blade in his hand. He knew what he was doing on the battlefield; his skills in battle were unmatched by anyone he knew and his ideas of tactics were more often than not superior to those of the Legate. And yet, as time went on, his decisions got sloppier. He made choices based not on what position would be held or how many of his own men would be lost, but how many elves would die. Entire villages of innocent elves were put to the torch or the blade because he commanded it - the very thing he hated them for. These issues do not even begin to include his drinking - if he wasn't planning how to kill more elves he was drinking, and he often charged in to a fight so drunk he couldn't swing straight. It is no surprise that after he was wounded in battle - just a small cut - he was told he would have to retire. The Legion knew he was of no use any more, but wanted the man to keep his honor. Tertius' hate for the Elves now was spread evenly, to the Empire, and to himself. He, a great soldier, a great commander, a great killer of elves, retired for a flesh wound? He was on the path to becoming the one man he resented the most - his father. And it was the fault of the Empire!
Now, after a year and a half, Tertius has become sober again - despite heavy drinking after being released. His skills are not what the once were, but he still knows how to handle a blade. Tertius had decided he can not live in an Empire that has caused him so much hate, and so he looks to a new life - in Akavir. Boarding the ship, he can only hope for the best. But, whatever it is, surely it is better than what he has now.
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