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IGN: TinyBomby
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: using information you learn out of character, like someone telling you in OOC chat "im a murderer lol" and using that against him/her.
What is Power Gaming: making your character over powered or unrealistic, like punching someone to the moon
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Character name: Tilny Tay
Gender: male
Age: 25
Appearance: A man with yellow/blonde hair, who wears mostly green with blue bracers on his arm and a black helmet. Also has a bow and a God Rod on his back
Personality: A nice ranger who fights with his bow, but he has a bad temper and gets offended easily. He wants to be good and tries to be good, but hes also a little snoopy, wanting to know everything there is to know. (he can sneak around fairly well)
Background Story: Tilny was just a young boy, living in a small cottage and learning to hunt adn farm for food to survive. He lived with his father only, as his mother had died at childbirth. When the plague hit though, everything changed. For some reason he was unaffected, but his dad wasn't and he had to run away from home. He lived alone for a long time, teaching himself to use a bow not only for hunting, but for fighting. One day he searched the now ruins of his old house and found some items: his mother's pendant, his father's ash bow, and the sacered God Rod that was hidden away in a chest that was uncovered form the decay of the house. With these items he decided to get some news of what had happened so he went to a small village nearby. He had gotten to the village late though, to see the plague's desolation, the dead villagers. He then decided to go to the crystal isles, which he saw on a notepad in one of the houses, he thought that maybe he would finally not be alone.
(OOC: by the way i'm sorry for how short and bad my writing is haha I'm writing this while tired and sick)hmm im sorry but i cant seem to out the picture in? any ideas?
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/17/2013
Posts:
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Member Details
Whitelist Form: (Nephrium456/ Leonard G. Leefe)
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IGN: Nephrium456
Is English your first language?: Yes
What is Meta: Meta is your character using knowledge that they don't have. From simply knowing a person's name that you have no way of knowing, to knowing of some fowl play in another city that hasn't even happened yet while you have no connection to it.
What is Power Gaming: Power gaming is a combination of two things in my opinion. One, it is having skills you're character should not posses, while it can also include someone doing an action, and leaving no room for counteraction ie:" I slice you with my sword and you die." really simple action, but you get the meaning.
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Character name: Leonard G. Leefe (AKA: Leo)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: (Skin pic: http://imgur.com/HCuaOup )
Clad in mostly browns, blacks, and whites, he chose the leather and roughhewn clothes of any ordinary man, one of hard work and sweat.
With sturdy black leather boots that would protect his feet from rocks and other sharp objects, to the brow overalls complete with white undershirt, one might think he was some simple miner, or laborer, and that is the way he liked it. Tough black leather making up the fingerless gloves that covered his hands, his fingers were rough and callused like any man that uses his hands quite often. A bandana tied around his head to keep his medium length brown hair out of his face, it truly was rather difficult to tell that this man was anything more than a simple working class, even after you looked in to those intelligence filled green eyes. With a neatly trimmed goatee to add some youthfulness to his face, one might even find it hard to see that he was past his thirties, even if just barely.
Personality: A seemingly simple, yet kind hearted man, Leo unfortunately is a bit rough around the edges. Spending more time around plants than people, he has little tolerance for diplomacy and is much more likely to tell you exactly how it is rather then add fluff to make things seem better than they really are. It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but that he sees no reason to skirt around the cold hard truth. A bit of a “colorful” vocabulary, and a lack of tact might lead one to believe that he was a sour, cold hearted man, yet the truth of the matter was that he really was a sweet heart deep down, and would help in most cases if for a good cause, he just might complain about it the whole time. Incredibly intelligent and well learned, he hid it very well unless his expertise is needed, and then it comes out shining.
Background Story: Born in a small village just outside of Ithica, his parents while loving and supportive, were a rather eccentric pair to say the least. Crazed about certain learning, any extra coin they managed to come up with was usually spent on different books, or maps, and by the time Leo was 5 he could read and write better than some nobles.
It wasn’t until around six that his parents started making him read books on different trades and jobs, trying to find one that he seemed to take to. After several books, ones from mining, to the navigation of ships, it was the eighth book he was provided with that really seemed to get his attention, and so when he was only eight years old his parents sent him to Ithica to become the apprentice of a herbalist named John.
The man, very respected in his field, he needless to say thought Leo was too young to start such a complex field, and yet before long he began to see just how fast Leonard took to it. Before long he was helping with research, had memorized the names of hundreds of different plants, and in most cases could recite their harmful and helpful properties by name.
This went on for a many years, Leo growing in to a young man before his Master’s eyes… That is until the plague hit. People had reported seeing something fall from the sky, or even several things depending on who you asked, and it wasn’t long after that everything started degenerating rather quickly. So much was happening, and so many people going practically insane. John and he hid for a short while, locked down in a cellar.
However, with in a week of it all he began to take notice of small changes in his Master, and before long he began to fear for his life. One night, while his master ranted about some special syrum he had concocted curing him of his illness he was forced to escape.
Unfortunately, his Master was wrong, it not only didn’t work if anything it accelerated his Master’s degeneration in to madness, and later that evening Leo had to flee for his life.
However, seeing the way his Master had changed he knew that his Master’s journals and books would be of no use, and would most likely end up destroyed if he didn’t take them, so with simply his few possessions and his Master’s personal collection of material he escaped the city for his home town.
After a weeks journey on foot, he finally made his way to the small village yet when he got there things weren't right, not in the slightest. Sneaking around it and only seeing signs of the worst, he had to flee there as well.. Leaving it all behind.
Alone, with no guidance Leo spent several years going where he could, expanding his skills and with the help of John’s books and guides learned more and more every day, using his knowledge to work out a small life for himself. Making salves, healing those he could with his knowledge of plants, it wasn’t much but it was all he had.
Finally, after so many years and having heard of this so called queen and the way people were flocking to her seeking safe haven, Leo decided he needed to see it for himself. Not so sure he personally considered anyone to actually be royalty, none the less he began his journey, deciding that at the very least he could start a new life, and maybe do a bit more good in the world, if it wasn’t too late at least.
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IGN: TinyBomby
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Character name: Tilny Tay
Hey there! Thanks for applying.
Your app was quite bare, you explained what happened, but with not much detail at all. Perhaps try to expand on each area.
Ask yourself questions like: What was his life like before the plague? How did he manage to survive on his own, being only 11 years old when the plague hit? Any events happen while he was surviving?
Just think about some questions you'd like to ask Tilny, and try to describe his life in greater detail.
IGN: TinyBomby
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: using information you learn out of character, like someone telling you in OOC chat "im a murderer lol" and using that against him/her.
What is Power Gaming: making your character over powered or unrealistic, like punching someone to the moon
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Character name: Tilny Tay
Gender: male
Age: 25
Appearance: A man with yellow/blonde hair, who wears mostly green with blue bracers on his arm and a black helmet. Also has a bow and a God Rod on his back
Personality: A nice ranger who fights with his bow, but he has a bad temper and gets offended easily. He wants to be good and tries to be good, but hes also a little snoopy, wanting to know everything there is to know. (he can sneak around fairly well)
Background Story: Tilny grew up in the woods, alone with only his father for company. He was an only child, and his mother had died at childbirth. He learned from his father how to farm wheat and carrots for food, and also how to hunt the wild animals, deer and rabbits. He lived a generally happy lifestyle until, the plague. At 11 years old he was still very young when the lague came, he was generally unharmed, but his father wasn't so lucky. Tilny ran away from home with only a small hunting bow and twenty arrows. Each day, he feared would be the last. One year after the plague, living still well with enough food to suvive, he decided to go back to his old home, and try to see what had transpired. On his way back home he saw some odd things, things he didn't remember being there. Everything looked, odd. The flowers looked different, the same species, but different as if they were mutated somehow. The wild animals had also been odd, randomly dead across the ground. Tilny finally reached his house, nearly starved from the lack of wild animals. He was happy to find some stale bread in a cupboard, but no sign of his father. he then thought that he should find his father's old items, his ash bow on a rack next to the door, his power bracers carelessly thrown under his father's bed, and, then an old pendant his mother used to own, in a small chest in Tilny's closet. He put on the pendant and bracers, put the bow on his back, grabbed some more arrows for his now-empty quiver, and set off for the nearest village to find out what had happened.
He wasn't sure where to go, constantly getting lost in the deep woods, with only his intuition and memory to guide him. Finally, as if by magic, he appeared at a village. He looked around, people everywhere, chatting up, as if nothing at all had happened. Tilny went up to the nearest villager and started to ask him about what had happened in the forest, but no answer came, and the villager seemed as not to hear him. He ran up to another villager and screamed at him," CAN YOU HEAR ME?" with no answer, as if he could not hear the annoying shouts. Then Tilny realized what is happening. The Spiders... He suddenly awoke from his trance, and scanned his surroundings, looking at all the webs he got stuck in. He tried to remember everything he could about the spiders, including their weaknesses. The spiders are a deadly race that poison their victim to induce a hypnotic trance. He also remembered that their underside was weak and squishy, easy to kill them from there. He saw the spiders, looking at something else, and knew what to do. He shot five arrows one by one at the spiders' undersides with fairly good hits, and then he hacked his way out of the sticky webs with an arrowhead. He thought it seemed darker than normal, and he looked up to see a giant spider hanging over him, ready to go for the kill. With fast reflexes, Tilny swang around to avoid the venomous attack, but unforunately he got hit in the leg, permanently damaging his left leg. He instantly brought up his bow and released another arrow into the spider, killing it. He knew of these nests, and wondered how he had stumbled upon it, but he also knew of the loot he could find inside of them. Looking around, he found what he was looking for, the spider queen, who defends a great relic that is known for its power. Tilny sneaked in, trying not to wake the queen. He was so lucky, that he grabbed the great relic, the god rod, and ran out, but his bad leg betrayed him as he sidestepped accidentally onto a twig. SNAP! The queen awoke to the suden noise and saw Tilny standing there, wide-eyed with fear. Tilny ran off into the woods, narrowly dodging venomous spit and tree branches. Tilny then brought up the god rod and ducked, stabbing at the spider queen. That day, Tilny did a wonderful thing by damaging the queen, but not killing her. Tilny saw the power in the God Rod, saw the corruption it had caused, and promised never to use it again, which then he stowed it away on his back, behind his bow. With all this action behind him, he noticed his leg was swollen and infected from the spider bite. At this moment he stumbled out of the woods and into the actual village. He ran up to the village and passed out from the infected leg.
He awoke on a bed in the village, next to a surgeon who had saved his life. Tilny asked him what had happened, with all this madness in the forest, and the surgeon only said one word, plague. At this moment, Tilny looked out the window and saw all the dead villagers, the poor village was crumbling, in ruins. Five days later of recovering, Tilny went again into the woods, to live the rest of his life, and to try to be happy once again. After many failed attempts, Tilny finally rebuilt his house, not very well though, and he started to live normally once again.
A very long time passed, with nothing really happening, and when Tilny was 22 years old he decided he didn't want to be alone, so he was going to go to the city Ithica. He passed back through the village briefly, grabbing a map of the way there, and he was off once more, on another journey. Tilny passed through deserts, over treacherous mountains, and sidling huge cliffs. At one point during the winter, a bear attacked him, and could have killed Tilny, if it werent for a small raccoon that happened to walk by at that moment and distracted the bear. Tilny survived the bear attack, although not unscathed. His clothes were torn and ripped, and he had to walk with a limp because of his bad leg. Past landslides and avalanches, Tilny was on the verge of death, but somehow still alive when he found Ithica. Such a wonderous sight an actual city was to Tilny that he forgot his injuries and just stood there, wide-eyed and weary, now at age 23.
When he walked into the village, everyone stared at him, as if he were some sort of monster. He got some food, and asked the innkeeper what this so-called "plague" was. The innkeeper seemed surprised at Tilny's incompetence, but explained it anyways. He told Tilny of this mysterious queen who promised a safe kingdom. This queen captivated Tilny, and he decided right there that that would be where he would go eventually. Tilny stayed in the city for only a little time and he also picked up a sword there, a way for him to fight melee, although he was never good at the sword.He wondered again why there weren't very many people in this huge city. He left for the crystal isles, to find this mysterious queen that captivated him so much. Tilny ignored every danger that passed him, killed every animal that normally would have killed him, and ran into the distance, in an odd trance. After a very long time, of barely surviving on berries and wild animals, he arrived at the crystal isles, not even knowing nor caring what age he finally was.
OOC- IGN: uargvak Is English your first language?: Yes Previous RP experience: 5. I have been rping for a little over 17 years in both tabletop as well as text based RP on AOL/Yahoo/Forums. I have done some limited MC Rp although I am a fast learner and I hope my past experience will make it even better. What is Meta: Meta is knowing something OOC and using that information IC. This is also known as Crossrp. What is Power Gaming: Having almighty almost godlike powers as a character, no weaknesses, no downsides, only power.
IC- Character name: Richter Lumani Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Richter is 5'9" and toned not from a gym but a lifetime of working the land. With short black hair and a smooth hairless face he has a very youthful appearance often leading to others mistaking him for a well spoken teenager. He had dark brown eyes that hold that bright sheen that often young children have. His clothing is a product of his upbringing and its a mottle of linen dyed with natural earth tones.
Personality: Richter is driven and calculating not often brought to harsh words or rash actions. He wears a mask of complacency that make others believe he is much more accommodating than he really is. When he sets his mind to a task it is often difficult to get him to change or slow down.
His Greatest strength is his determination, he is well suited to leading others and bringing others together for a task. His Charisma is a known tool and he often uses it for his own gain.
His greatest weakness is his pride, he feels he is better than the hand the world dealt to him and he will take whatever steps to maintain the highborn facade that he wears.
Background Story: His mother was his only family but she was a teacher and felt that with the world falling apart she couldn't let her son live in ignorance while other did. As a child he took on many tasks that were beyond his age but he had to push through the in order for his mother and himself to survive. They lived in a small village his mother bringing in coin teaching and him working their farm and working with local builders. He rose to a level of some prominence in his village but his ideas of protection and prosperity were not in line with what the others wanted. Richter wanted a kingdom of his own but it would not come from this village. With the word of the queen rising he chose to break from the normal routine of his days and step into the light of the big cities and carve out his own niche, acquire land be an asset.
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant) 3
What is Meta: Using knowledge from OOC, IC, as an unfair advantage.
What is Power Gaming: Basically saying things in chat that controls another person's character, for example, "Places trap on ___, holding them in place until I say they can go." or, "Stabs ___ in the knee. They move right into the blow and they fall to the ground.".
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Character name: Maeson Kalworth
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin) Tall and thin, muscular. Very short blond hair and bright green eyes that change shades depending on his mood. He has some various scars on his body, face, and hands. Slightly tanned skin and very athletic body. (sorry I don't know how to upload images and I haven't found a skin yet.)
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character) He's not that book smart, but is very street smart. He's usually more of a loner but he'll sometimes want to meet new people. He's very athletic and works out every day to stay in shape. He's moderately fast and strong, but he's an excellent rider. The only weapon he knows how to use is the spear and weapons related to it, like staff, javelin, etc. He has a major fear of water. If he sees a large body of water, he'll get very distracted and nervous, if he needs to swim he'll freeze up, and he hates boats but will get on them if necessary, he'll just get very seasick and stay in his cabin the whole time.
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) Maeson's family was more of a richer one. In fact, before the plague, they were one of the most influential families in the country. Maeson grew up with just about anything he could want, including servants, food, and the latest model of anything to do with water. Their manor was seated by a lake, so he and his two younger brothers would always be out swimming in it and taking boats out for rides. Maeson had a great life, and since the Kalworth Estate was more out in the countryside, nobody there got the plague.
But then the bandits came. There were around fifty of them. Of course, the estate had many guards, but the bandits attacked the morning after a day off for them. And almost all of the guards had levitated to the nearest tavern, and spent the night drinking and gambling, so in the morning they all had terrible hangovers. It was almost like the bandits had a source from inside the house. Maeson was nineteen by that point. Calob, his second youngest brother, was seventeen, and Lerhki, the youngest, was thirteen. None of them really showed a real interest in weapons and fighting except for Calob. He was deadly with a sword and practiced almost every day with it.
When the bandits came, Maeson was still sleeping, Calob was out training, and Lerhki was out in the town a ways away. 'Having an adventure' is what he replied when their parents asked. The bandits hit hard and fast, burning the estate to the ground after scouring the place for valuables. They took Maeson's mother away as well. The estate had an escape plan if ever bandits attacked, but Maeson was the only one of the brothers to hide out by the lake like they were supposed to. His father went out to look for Calob. Turns out he found him, and Calob brought him back to the lake holding the man's severed head up high, with the bandits behind him. Maeson's first reaction was shock and confusion. Why did the bandits look to be following Calob, instead of chasing him? Why was his father dead? Then, when Calob was close enough to hear him speak, Calob started talking to the bandit leader. He was saying things like, 'it went well' and 'they never suspected a thing'. Maeson was horrified. His brother, a bandit? Maeson crawled out from his hiding spot and stood up where Calob and the bandits could see him. Several aimed crossbows at him, but didn't shoot. Calob held out a bloodstained hand for Maeson to shake, and grinned wildly.
"Oh, this is mighty fun now, isn't it, brother? Killing father, why, that might of been the finest thing I've ever done in my life!" He shouted, and started to lunge forward with his sword.
Maeson sidestepped it and started backing up while saying,
"Why, Calob? Why would you do this? Weren't you going to join the army, and become the head commander of all the country? I thought that was your dream! Why fall to banditry? There is no honor in that! How could you kill our father and take our mother for your 'men's' pleasure? How dare you?!"
Some of the bandits had lifted their lowered crossbows and looked for a signal from Calob. "Oh, no, not yet. Don't kill him just yet. I think we should play with him a while, don't you think?" The bandits roared with agreement. They picked up Maeson and carried him to the edge of the lake and to Calob's best boat. They put Maeson down in it, and a bandit got in to paddle. Calob got in too. When they got to the center of the lake, Calob started to hold Maeson's head underwater for minutes on end, creating Maeson's current fear of water. They would have killed him if Lerhki had not came at that moment over the hill with a force of two hundred soldiers. They slaughtered most of the bandits, including Calob, but some got away. Lerhki said afterwards that a servant had ran all the way to town and found him to tell him what was happening. Lerhki then gathered up the local force of soldiers and brought them as quickly as he could to the estate, now burned to the ground.
They never found Maeson's mother, though they searched and searched. Maeson suspected that she had ran as soon as she got the chance. But Maeson didn't want to go after her. He wanted to start a new life and earn his keep, instead of being born with it. From that terrible day forward, Maeson started training with spears and exercised every day. He wanted to be ready if anything else was going to happen.
Nine years later, Maeson strode into a store, head low. He was greeted by the ringing of a bell and a cheerful man's, "Hullo! May I be of assistance to ye?"
Maeson looked up at the man. He was very tall and round, probably from having a little bit too much mead. His hair was rough and his beard unshaved and wild. "Yes. I'd like to buy some supplies for a journey to this 'Queen' people been talking about. Would you happen to know anything 'bout her?" Maeson's voice was low and smooth.
"Actually, no, I don't," the trader replied, scratching his beard. "But what I do know is that lots 'a people been wantin' to go see 'er."
"Yeah, that's what I heard, an' I got nothing better to do, so why not? People been sayin' she's the cure to the plague," Maeson said, picking out supplies and food and handing them over to the trader along with a few gold coins.
"Aye," the trader said as he handed back supplies for the long journey. "Well, I wish ye good luck on yer journey."
"Thanks," Maeson replied, and walked out of the door into the oceanside town, and prepared for the long journey.
If there is anyone still waiting for their application to be checked I suggest heading over to the server's Enjin forum here: http://thecrystalisles.enjin.com where I think your app will be looked at by a whitelister much faster
Hey there! Sorry for the wait, but here it is.
First off, what is this God Rod? What does it do? It can't have any magical properties, since magic is foreign to the planet. So it's "power" would just be a rumour, if anything.
Secondly, by now, Ithica would be pretty much abandoned and in ruins, with tons of Corrupted wandering about. It was a city, after all, and most of the population would have been corrupted.
No way.. After being unable to play MC for so long due to computer issues, Iriliath was dead and gone by the time I got back, but now I find you're starting another server? AWESOME!
OOC- IGN: Nitrogen_92 Is English your first language?: Yes Previous RP experience: I'd say I'm around level 3, I would like to think of myself as being a good role-player, but I am rather out of practice. What is Meta: Using knowledge gained from out of character to use in character. What is Power Gaming: Having an unrealistic character in terms of their ability.
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Denied.
There's only a few picks I would have with the story. Age scarcely factored in the susceptibility to the Corruption, as it was more of a radiation than a disease. It was a dash of luck if you didn't succumb to the corruption, rather than an innate resilience to disease (though that probably had some effect). Everything else seems fine, it seems a bit hard that they would be able to defend a walled town that already was stricken with poverty, but personally, I think that if they had survived before, it would be possible to keep it maintained while barely scrapping by.
Previous RP experience: 4. I was also in Iriliath back when it was going, but not really in Vilkaya. I also have done a good bit of forum Rp’ing, even though i’m only in one(called Derika) right now.
What is Meta: Using information IC that your character doesn’t know(I.E.: character1 kills character2 and hides the body at the bottom of the sea at the end of the world. character3 knows that this happened. This is meta.)
What is Power Gaming: Controlling another character through your own character’s actions(player1: *c1 fires an arrow through c2’s head, killing him* <== textbook powergaming example.), also includes dodging anything thrown at you.(feel like i’m missing something here... but eh.)
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Character Name: Vizaawei D’wevra
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Appearance: Tall and slender with flowing raven-black hair, Vizaawei’s lean frame shows evidence of her time spent training and fighting. Small and inconsequential scars mark her body, mostly escaping notice. Her eyes are bright emerald green, nicely complementing her hair. She wears a dark red tunic with brighter trimmings, a little low cut, over dark blue leggings that display quite well her finely toned legs. Both leggings and tunic are in good repair, although somewhat worn, and seem to have been of good quality. Over the leggings, she wears tall boots that are also of very good quality and repair and are a rich dark brown.
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Personality: She tends to be emotionless, and often seems uncaring about many things. And she is; not much can faze her. She can be a little socially awkward, and will not hesitate to use violence to solve problems. She is often very jumpy, and can be quite nosy about things. She doesn’t trust many if any people, but will still speak her mind frequently. She can be skilled at planning when she wants to be, but frequently prefers using brute force.
Background Story: Vizaawei grew up one of the many children of a wealthy merchant. However, unlike her siblings who enjoyed her father’s wealth even after they were old enough to make their own way in the world, she wanted to carve her own path. However, it quickly went downhill. After stealing a rather large sum of money from her father’s coffers at the young age of 13, she ran away from home to make her own way. A few days and a very harsh beating later, she made her way back to her father’s home, the money she’d taken gone, her clothes ripped and dirty, covered in bruises and blood.
She decided to herself that she would never do that again, along with promising her father the same thing. It had changed her; after that happened, she never really cared about anything. The one thing she did care about, however, a year or so later suffered a similar fate. Her brother, a year or two younger than her, ran away from home as well.
But he never came back.
A few days later, walking about the city, Vizaawei found her brother in an alley. Inches away from death, he was beyond saving when she found him. His only words to her were “I’m sorry”.
After that, she broke. Spending hours, even days away from home in a forest, teaching herself how to use a bow, how to use a sword, how to survive on her own. Her family saw little of her comings and goings, as they were often at odd and irregular hours. She spent the next few years with that lifestyle, teaching herself how to live on the land, alone.
That proved to be quite useful to her when the Final Embrace came, because she was prepared.
The night of the Final Embrace, she was sitting awake in her room, watching beautiful destruction rain down from the skies. With no idea what that meant for her, she simply watched it, staying up most of the night to see it rain down on the earth. Then she forgot all about the event, continuing on with her normal lifestyle. However, about a week later, out in the woods, she met her first Corrupted. Frightened half out of her mind as the creature rushed to attack her, she hacked into it with the sword she had been practicing with, the training she’d done serving her well by way of skill. She killed it fairly quickly, panic lending speed and power to her hands, if not skill. She never visited that place again after that, running as quickly as her legs could carry her back to her home. When there, the story of what had happened poured from her lips, but her parents disregarded it.
That was very unwise of them, as they learned of the disease spreading through the city. It wasn’t long after that her father decided to go on a typical merchant journey, on his normal schedule. In spite of Vizaawei’s warnings of the horror she had met outside Ithica’s walls, he went, and he took her with the rest.
A few days into the journey, the majority of her family fell sick. As they grew sicker and sicker, the journey was halted completely and she and her two brothers who remained well set up a camp. Spending most days away from their camp with her bow, hunting, she went blissfully unaware of the deterioration of her family’s health. However, a few days later, she returned to the camp to find carnage. Both of her brothers who hadn’t fallen sick were nothing but piles of blood and gore; and the rest of her family had turned into Corrupted. Most of them had left the campsite, but Vizaawei returned to find her parents and youngest sister still there. The tents and carts had caught fire from the untended campfire, and it was growing dark when she made it back. SHe was understandably fearful when she found the campsite on fire; however, she completely lost it when her parents and little sister came running at her, obviously no longer the people she once knew.
She ran.
She ran as fast and as hard as she could, driven by nothing but pure fear. She didn’t stop running until she saw the sun rise over the horizon. However, the horror didn’t stop there. Though she had left her Corrupted family behind, for the next ten years, the only “people” she saw were corrupted. After a few encounters with them, she stopped being afraid of them, simply killing them whenever she saw them. However, when she met her first survivor, she mistook him for a corrupted. Shooting him on sight, it took a few moments for her to realize that he hadn’t been a corrupted.
Vizaawei found herself not caring.
She continued to live that way, and after a few more years, found herself near the sea. Following the shoreline, she discovered a ship getting ready to sail, obviously not manned by corrupted. After asking around and discovering where it was going, she decided to board it, finding the idea of the haven it sailed for an amusing prospect. Perhaps she could carve a better life for herself in that place.
Perhaps not.
She would find out.
((finished this in a hurry, there might be some holes, though i REALLY REALLY hope not ;_;))
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Character name: Infragilis lingua
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Tall young man with a secret he hides behind the armor and face mask he wears. With the look of hard work, dedication, and patience in his eye and light brown hair poking out of his hood. No part of his body shown except for his forehead and eyes. Everything else is tucked away in secrecy from the world.
Personality: A very quiet young man. Who will admit he still has much to learn from this world. Be about combat or book smarts he is always ambitious to learn. He is known for his bowmanship skills and lives a more peaceful or neutral life. Preferring to make strategic allies rather then ruthless enemies. Although he may seem quiet at first, if ever asked his opinion Infragilis has never been known to lie or mislead somebody. He truly is a good person, all the way down to his heart. Not much is known about his past. If a person dares to ask about his childhood or background they may very well have shut Infragilis up for the rest of the day. What is known however is Infragilis is not from any known towns or cities. A strong interest in underground caves and caverns suggests that maybe he lived underground? But if so then who with? No man could ever hold a bow with such confidence without learning so from a teacher or a mentor. Infragilis truly is a mystery. Weaknesses include Social interaction (If asked about his homeland or childhood Infragilis will remain silent for a long period of time with the look of sadness and anger in his eyes), Sword fighting/hand to hand combat, Physically weak, Looked badly upon because of his young age. Strengths include Archery marksmanship, Loyalty to friends/allies, Leadership skills, Quick reaction in situations, Inspirational speaker, Stealthy, Strategic thinking on the battlefield, Very Friendly, Passive unless provoked
Background Story: Being only 3 years old at the time of the Plague Infragilis's family along with many other families seeked shelter from the horrible plague in a place they thought they would be safe. Underground. An entire town was founded completely underground. Although it was not the safest area to live in due to the many cave-ins and darkness, the plague was nowhere to be found. And that is what kept the people happy. The small town of sanctificatio was founded. Only one way to the surface was made. For hunting and gathering for different resources and to see if the world would ever recover. Infragilis's father, dedicatus was an honorable man proud of the achievements he made in his efforts to keep his son alive and devoted to turn him into a proper marksman as well as a proper gentleman. Ever since the age of 4 Infragilis went threw harsh training practices in order to learn the true meaning of survival. Underground and aboveground alike. At the age of 12 Infragilis was ready for his first gathering assignment with the aid of his father. This was the first time Infragilis would be so far from his home town. After a 2 hour walk (Most of which was spent learning how to romance a women Infragilis had feelings about back at sanctificatio) the two find themselves at an abandoned home which appeared to be in good condition. So they began to loot, took all valuable resources with them and began back to sanctificatio. When they arrived at the entrance to sanctificatio they found the Pleague has finally found the peaceful town they called home. Buildings and structures set a blaze, bodies lying all over the streets, sounds of screams and moans all around them. sanctificatio had been attacked. Infragilis looked at his father with tears rolling down his face. dedicatus looked at his son and told him "Whatever you do, never come back to this land. Never even so much as mention the horrible things you have witnessed today my child." dedicatus then told Infragilis to leave and never look back. Infragilis had ran as fast as he could looking back to see his father make his last stand against a group of mutants. From then on Infragilis lived upon the land. Hunting and traveling, discovering new land, until he finally found other survivors. Now he must try his best to fit in with society and learn what he can about the plague in order to finally put an end to the apocalypse. But until then, Infragilis must learn how to live a life in society and become accepted by other survivors. Then and only then can he work towards curing the plague and freeing the world from the horrible apocalyptic state it is currently in.
OOC~ IGN: (the one you use to log in) dragoncatlover Is English your first language?: Indeed it is. Previous RP experience: 4. I was also in Iriliath back when it was going, but not really in Vilkaya. I also have done a good bit of forum Rp’ing, even though i’m only in one(called Derika) right now. What is Meta: Using information IC that your character doesn’t know(I.E.: character1 kills character2 and hides the body at the bottom of the sea at the end of the world. character3 knows that this happened. This is meta.) What is Power Gaming: Controlling another character through your own character’s actions(player1: *c1 fires an arrow through c2’s head, killing him* <== textbook powergaming example.), also includes dodging anything thrown at you.(feel like i’m missing something here... but eh.) ~~~ IC~ Character Name: Vizaawei D’wevra Gender: Female Age: 30 Appearance: Tall and slender with flowing raven-black hair, Vizaawei’s lean frame shows evidence of her time spent training and fighting. Small and inconsequential scars mark her body, mostly escaping notice. Her eyes are bright emerald green, nicely complementing her hair. She wears a dark red tunic with brighter trimmings, a little low cut, over dark blue leggings that display quite well her finely toned legs. Both leggings and tunic are in good repair, although somewhat worn, and seem to have been of good quality. Over the leggings, she wears tall boots that are also of very good quality and repair and are a rich dark brown.
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Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant)
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What is Meta: Using any information you obtain out of character in character.
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Character name: Infragilis lingua
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Tall young man with a secret he hides behind the armor and face mask he wears. With the look of hard work, dedication, and patience in his eye and light brown hair poking out of his hood. No part of his body shown except for his forehead and eyes. Everything else is tucked away in secrecy from the world.
Personality: A very quiet young man. Who will admit he still has much to learn from this world. Be about combat or book smarts he is always ambitious to learn. He is known for his bowmanship skills and lives a more peaceful or neutral life. Preferring to make strategic allies rather then ruthless enemies. Although he may seem quiet at first, if ever asked his opinion Infragilis has never been known to lie or mislead somebody. He truly is a good person, all the way down to his heart. Not much is known about his past. If a person dares to ask about his childhood or background they may very well have shut Infragilis up for the rest of the day. What is known however is Infragilis is not from any known towns or cities. A strong interest in underground caves and caverns suggests that maybe he lived underground? But if so then who with? No man could ever hold a bow with such confidence without learning so from a teacher or a mentor. Infragilis truly is a mystery. Weaknesses include Social interaction (If asked about his homeland or childhood Infragilis will remain silent for a long period of time with the look of sadness and anger in his eyes), Sword fighting/hand to hand combat, Physically weak, Looked badly upon because of his young age. Strengths include Archery marksmanship, Loyalty to friends/allies, Leadership skills, Quick reaction in situations, Inspirational speaker, Stealthy, Strategic thinking on the battlefield, Very Friendly, Passive unless provoked
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Denied.
Edit: You cannot have it to where they go underground. While it is a good idea, the plague would have already been upon them by the time they heard of it. The Plague spread really fast, and a lot of the villagers would have been sick already. By the time they would have entered the cavern, some people would have changed or shown signs. It would have been a massacre in a cramped environment, because only a select few people didn't catch the plague. Although, it can be possible that all of these events happen, and things go to heck really quick. It took about a week or two for things to start devolving quickly, so it would basically be Infragilis and his father, as he was three at the time of the "Final Embrace". I would recommend rewriting a bit of the story to accommodate that.
One thing I'd like you to add, as well, is how Infragilis was able to get to the Queen. Perhaps he found some lone traveler on a road and joined him on the way.
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What is Power Gaming: Forcing actions on another player.
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IC- Character name: Erikon Morbus, although he commonly uses the fake name Joven Kiksel Gender: Male Age: 37 Appearance: 6 ft 9 in, red shirt, brown vest, green eyes, black overcoat, grey pants, black shirt, blue gloves, black pants.
Personality: Erikon is very paranoid and intelligent, and uses these characteristics to create theories as to how events are connected, and believes everything large was planned by someone. he has limited combat experience with hand to hand combat, and isn't very strong. he has a habit of keeping to himself and giving false information to those who ask about him, while learning about others by listening to other's conversations. Background Story: Erikon was always a quiet child, keeping mostly to himself and listening to others conversations, he enjoyed knowing more about his peers than they did of him, often writing down connections people had on loose paper and trying to connecting events to these. This didn't stop when he was a teenager, in fact his connections became more accurate, and he began learning how to fight in his own style, learning how by watching others fight and mimicking their attacks, to little success. he was very distant from his parents, and almost never spoke with them, this suited him perfectly, it allowed him to develop his theories and edit older ones.
When he was twenty-one, he had begun to believe the delusional seer's rantings, which led to him believing that they were connected in some way to the event after it happened. He had already moved away from his parents home, to an entirely new village, actually. So he has no knowledge of his parent's fate after the Final Embrace, presumably dead, he was forced from his small hovel near the outskirts of the village by the infected, loosing many of his written theories in his rush to escape before the plague victims forced him into their ranks with infection.
He only survived those harsh fourteen years of the plagued world with a large amount of help, The group of nineteen he traveled with, mostly laborers such as shipwrights. had heard the rumors of the queen, all of them agreed to travel to The Crystal Isles, for few different reasons, Safe haven was the main one, but Erikon traveled for a different reason, one he kept personal, he believed that the Queen had caused the Final Embrace, and realized the only way he was going to discover the truth was by traveling to The Crystal Isles and investigating it himself, he agreed to assist the others in construction of a ship, or theft of one.
The idea of building a ship seemed absolutely absurd to Erikon at the time, but the idea slowly seemed more possible as the construction of the ship progressed. It took them nearly a year to finish the construction, and in that time they acquired a single new member to their party. A man named Joe Heike, Joe was an odd man, but the man who had risen to leading the group, Verin Kon, seemed to trust him, Erikon definitely did not, he though he was attempting to sabotage the ship, he was always lurking around the ship whenever he had free time.
The day they set off in the ship, Joe seemed more distant, almost as if he didn't want to actually board the ship, they actually had to force him onto the ship. This event had assured Erikon that his theory of sabotage was correct, and he went below deck to check and try to find what Joe had done, but he couldn't see anything. Erikon tried shrugged it off as just another incorrect theory, although he couldn't shake the feeling that something had or would happen to the ship on their journey. He couldn't stay below deck forever, or else it would seem he had caused it. he hurried topside, watching Joe, he knew he would dew something, something in his gut told him so, but he didn't, for the whole journey it seemed as though Joe was completely innocent.
"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!" Erikon awoke, met with a joyous uproar as the crew went to see the distant Isle, including Erikon, he was just as exited by the idea of getting of this boat as the next guy. Caught in the excitement of the moment he didn't notice Joe go below deck. five minutes later a scream was heard, They were going down! Joe had done something, it couldn't be any one else, everyone was accounted for except for him. people ran to the lifeboats, only to discover them ruined. A figure emerged from below deck, the man who had done this, it wasn't Joe, It was another man, one who Erikon never spoke with. A wicked smile grew on the mans face as he threw Joe's limp corpse to the ground, "Ooh, poor little Joe, got a knife in the back and died, I wonder who could of done this!" he began to laugh maniacally People were screaming, Running. The ship was almost down. Erikon looked around, this psychopath had to of made an escape vessel for himself, no sane man would simply kill an entire crew just to go down with them. He spotted it, the boat was already lowered, surprisingly no-one had taken it, Erikon leaped from the ship, nearly landing in the escape vessel, he raised himself from the water to the small rowboat, he grabbed the oars and started rowing away from the screaming ship and to the new world of The Crystal Isles.
What is Meta: using things you learned out of character while in character
What is Power Gaming: forcing actions upon another player
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IC- Character name:Edwin Honik
Gender: male
Age: 28
Appearance: Black shaggy hair, Small beard, brown gloves, blue shirt, 5ft 10 in, grey pants, brown shoes http://i.imgur.com/1BD21Je.png
Personality: Edwin has trust issues from being abused by his parents, and never wants to hurt anyone. He is very crafty and is able to get himself out of many situations. He tends to avoid others if he can.
Background Story: When Edwin was a young child his parents would abuse him. They used to punch him, burn him, cut him, and sometimes even lock him in a room by himself to shake with fear. This continued to happen until he was 10. Thats when Edwin had worked up the nerve to run away, to escape this life of pain and torment. He knew his parents would not miss him.He had walked the streets alone and had nowhere to call home. All Edwin had wanted was someone who would tell him goodnight as he went to sleep. Someone who would hold him if he was sad. Someone who would tell him they love him. But Edwin knew nobody ever would.
He spent the next four years wandering the streets of the world. Taking food from anyone who looked like they didn't need it. Edwin didn't want anyone to ask him questions so he tried not to stay in one place for to long. Then on one evening while Edwin was was trying to talk a man into letting him have an apple, the sky lit up with a bright glow. The man was now staring into the sky with a look of terror on his face. Edwin, not going to lose this chance, took 3 apples from the man's crate and ran. Edwin didn't know what was happening but he knew he needed to get out of the city. He ran as fast as he luckily for him, the gates were not far. Edwin easily slipped past the guards while they were trying to keep the people under control. Once he was outside, he made his way to a nearby forest where hid in a tree for the rest of the night.
Through the next 14 years Edwin continued moving around from city to city trying to find shelter. He lived off the scraps of people who had become these strange monsters in which he avoided at all times. Although when he did encounter one of those things things. He could always manage to outrun them. Then one day Edwin came across a ship that was about to leave the harbor that had what looked like 12 people on it. Edwin quickly and stealthily made his way onto the ship with out anyone noticing him. He had hid in the lower deck where the food storage was and stayed down there for about 2 weeks. During that time he had overheard some of the people talking about this place called the Crystal Isles. Edwin had never heard of this place but it sounded a lot better than where he had been. When the boat landed Edwin got off as fast as he could. His legs were in a lot of pain for having been hardly used. Now he was in this new place he had never seen, and hopefully make a new start.
OOC- IGN: Madrices Is English your first language?: Yes Previous RP experience: 2, but ready to learn! What is Meta: Having your character know things that shouldn’t be able to know. What is Power Gaming: Dictating rp through controlling other plays actions and/or having your own character do things that others cannot prevent or avoid. Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application: Application Thread ---- IC- Character name: Seamus Tenovo
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Appearance: Seamus stands just under six feet tall with narrow shoulders. His arms are long and spindly, as are his fingers and legs. His skin is healthy. His face is jagged, high cheekbones and a sharp brow. His eyes are blue and his receding hair brown. Seamus is toned, but not muscled.
Personality: Seamus is a man concerned with his own appearance on an unusual level. He believes that any situation can be resolved with the proper mannerisms, patterns of speech, and outfit. He extends this philosophy to those around him and often records their mistakes and where they can improve. For a price, he will them. Seamus can be a socialite or a hermit, depending on his surroundings. He is an expert of putting on facades, or personality masks. Alas, these masks have nearly destroyed his idea of “self”. He has forgotten how to be truly himself.
A Summary of Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths -Socially versatile. -Excellent memory, when it comes to people. -Good eye for art and fashion. -Persuasive
Weaknesses -Becomes depressed easily. - No combat related skills whatsoever. -Has asthma (and yes, I will rp this). -Can’t grow a beard. -Quick to change sides. -Somewhat naturally arrogant, but he is able to conceal it.
Background Story:
My name is Seamus Tenova. Its not the name my sire gave me, but it serves me far better. I was born in Highwyn, the son of a reclusive tinkerer and a farmer’s daughter. My father, for all his wits regarding machines and metals, was a fool. He saw no value in words or in other people, he only spoke when necessary. He constructed a figurative cage around his household, effectively severing my connection with the outside world before it could be created. My mother was a frustratingly passive woman and was incapable of thinking for herself. She never resisted my father forcing isolation upon us, it was most likely the reason he married her in the first place. My father was not a cruel man, he didn’t have the ability to be savage. He was simply horribly intelligent, so much so that he failed to see other people as worthy of his attention. I lived the first 12 years of my life with only my parents for company.
Like any child I was curious of the world around me. Actually, I was far more curious than the average welp due to my isolation. The hum of the city fascinated me. I could only see the tops of peoples heads from my window, so I created faces for them. I kept a “People Book” where I recorded those faces, and their scalps to I could recognize them. I inherited some of my fathers knack for memory, and soon the book was full of the citizens of Highwyn. I began to create the city in another book, using snippets of conversation to learn locations and directions. My final product was horribly inaccurate, but it cured my days of boredom. It was inevitable, I suppose, that my father would find my books. He didn’t display his anger, he simply took my works and cast them into the fire. I sat in front of the hearth and watched my world burn.
That night I removed the iron bars that bared my window with some of my fathers tools. I took a knapsack of food, some coin, and small knife, and a blank journal with me. I almost broke my ankle falling from my window.
This was when I learned of my map’s defective nature. The city was a rats nest, not the careful grid of roads and blocks I had imagined. With no knowledge taverns or inns, I slept on a doorstep, my first night without a bed and a warm meal.
The next four years of my life were possibly the most important of my existence. I began a new “People Book”. I soon filled it and started another, and another, and another. Soon I had roughly ten of these catalogues. Obviously, some profiles were not as complete as others, but I had roughly 1,300 people recorded at some level. With no trade or physical training, I was not able to find work. I regret to say that I turned to thievery some days. I was sure to find information on the shopkeepers I stole from before the theft, so that I could potentially blackmail them if caught. It never came to that, for I had quick fingers and a friendly demeanor. Life wasn’t good, but it was fascinating.
I was sleeping at The Gnarled Horn when they came for me, a group of cowled and masked figured. A heavy cloth sack was thrown over my head and I was carried off into the night. When the cloth was finally removed I found myself in a well lit room facing a man. He had a faint scar around his neck, a thin layer of stubble, and one of my books in his hands. I recognized him.
He looked up from the pages and said “What’s yer name, boy.”
“Seamus Tenovo. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Joana Groyik. Your execution was quite the show.” I responded.
Groyik’s eyes narrowed “I’m in here, aren’t I, lad.” he said, motioning to the book.
“No, not that one. You’re in the one labeled “Customs of Ithacian Cattle Breeders.”, page 57.”
I heard a man behind me rummaging through my bag before handing Groyik the appropriate book. The man responsible for the Rillotown Massacre flipped to page 57 and began to read. I thin smile began to creep across his face. “I’m impressed, boy. No one but the executioner and the Lord himself was supposed to known the whole hanging was faked. And even they don’t know I’m still in the city.”
I nodded “You started twitching far earlier than you should have, and the sudden capture of 15 other wanted men were enough to figure out you had struck s0me sort o deal.”
Without a word, Groyik and the man behind me left the room, my hands were still tied behind the chair. Some time later, they returned with a butchers cleaver in hand.
“We’ve got a deal fer you, now. I can use this here knife to cut either your throat, or those there ropes. I’ll cut the ropes if you work for us, gettin word on people we ask about. Its your throat any other way.”
I hastily agreed to the arrangement, stuttering and stammering my way through some sort of oath. After plenty of “Yessirs” and “Nosirs” the fools untied me and led me back to the street, without the sack over my head. They threw me out onto the cobblestones and I began to sob, deep, wracking sobs. They laughed at me and went back inside. I continued to weep like a child until I was several blocks away. I wiped the tears from my face, straightened my cloths, and began to prepare for Groyik’s arrest. The next day I wandered around the city, through the markets and alleys and ghettos. I continuously saw an egg of a man waddling after me, attempting stealth. He had a hungry gaze and grasping fingers. I noticed his habit of staring at women as they passed him.
The day after that I began again, and sure enough the Egg was still following me. I cut my own purse, letting several gold coins spill onto the stones of a near empty street. Egg snatched them up without hesitation before continuing to trail me. I made a straight path to a brothel, one of a higher class than Egg would usually attend. I slipped through the back door, leaving Egg in the hands of a foreign girl. My gold payed for his pleasure. With my tracker temporarily distracted, I made my way to the City Guard.
I won’t bore you with the bureaucratic process that led to Groyik’s final arrest and execution (It was done with an axe this time around). I began doing to job that Groyik had requested, but I was working for the City now. My involvement in Groyik’s arrest was unknown, so I could continue to observe freely without fear of attack. I began to rise through the intricate social hierarchy of Highwyn, using my knowledge of the elite and their mannerisms to join their ranks. I acted as a coach, or sorts, for the wealthy. I showed them their weaknesses and how to fix them. I congratulated them on their strengths, and they paid me well. My services were discrete, and the elite acted as if I was a wealthy merchant, though they all knew what I did. I was a mental prostitute in some ways, I suppose.
The Embrace ended it all. All the finery and social games. The city was overtaken in the blink of an eye and the few survivors, myself included fled into the countryside. The elite of Highwyn that had survived formed an alliance. They used their reputations and the resources to gather people around them. These people formed a wall of flesh and iron to protect these nobles from the nightmares that swarmed over the earth. I was among these elite, these nobles. The politics that had complicated their lives before had grown tenfold. Now their decisions mattered, now true rivalries formed in this little, wandering kingdom of ours. I played both sides, earning favor here, turning the ear of another man here. I knew this collection of people would dissolve eventually, so I amassed as much wealth as I could before it did so. Partially through my own actions, the alliance lasted far longer than even I could have believed. Roughly fourteen years, to be exact. The final blow was the rumor of a mighty queen ruling an empire upon the Crystal Isles. Half of our company wanted to flee the land and join this queen, while the other half believed her to be a witch, or even doubted her existence. The alliance split in two, I choose to follow the first group to the Isles, Corrupted attacks had been rising, and I knew to stay in the home country was to die. The nobles sold their finery and bought ships. I stayed behind, not wanting to be a member of the fattest cluster of gold a pirate would ever see. Instead, I purchased passage on a smaller vessel already headed to the Isles. Everyone I had even known was dead, or lost. It was time for a new book...
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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What is Meta: Metagaming is using information taken from OOC sources and using them in character to one's advantage.
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Character name: Eric Stout-Hammer
Gender:Male
Age:22
Appearance: Brown curls sit heavily on top of Eric's head, and his young eager face is always smiling and laughing. Tall, and usually clean shaven, Eric looks friendly, and isn't intimidating considering his size. He got through life by talking instead of fighting, so he has more friends than scars. Wearing a vest and long white shirt over top his brown slacks and dress shoes, Eric appears to be a man of fashion.
Personality: Always friendly, and enjoys an ale nearly as much as a joke, Eric is always the first to hear about rumours, gossip, or news. Slow to anger, and is uncomfortable with conflict, prefers to get the most out of life by relaxing and enjoying himself. Works best with people and in social situations. Can adapt to nearly any situation, and is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades.
Background Story: Eric was born into a prosperous family. His father was a smithy, and his mother worked in the shop they had, selling their wares. He was born into a family of six, but his 3 sisters died when the plague hit. His family, well to do at the time, was devastated by the drastic change, finding shelter in a nearly torn down farmstead with another family trying to scrape by. His father, unable to cope, took to alcoholism, and committed suicide in the dreadful world he lived in by the time Eric was 12. Eric grew up being fostered by another family, as his mother appeared to be under extreme emotional trauma. This family was happy, despite the circumstances and Eric got his sense of humor from them. His sharp wit and sarcasm has put him in more hot water with strangers than he cares to admit, but this forced him to become adaptive, which is a strength of his now.
By the time he became an adult at age 18, the farmstead he lived on thrived, the closest thing to a recognizable community for miles, with many people now pulling their weight, and it drew the attention of many people overtaken by the chaos of the world. A group stole onto the property in the night, as Eric was sleeping during his watch. He awoke to screams, and the sight of those close to him being torn to shreds or dragged away. Eric acted as a coward, and ran away from the atrocities being committed. Eric swore to himself that night to stand up for himself from then on, and he too began stealing and robbing to get by. For four years his life was that of a raider, and upon hearing of Queen and the Crystal Isles, he dropped everything, longing for the chance to begin again, and atone for his wrongdoings.
IGN: Nineel Is English your first language?: Da (that's a joke, you should laugh here.) Previous RP experience: 4 What is Meta: Using OOC information IC What is Power Gaming: Forcing actions on another player. __________________________________________________________________________________
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Character name: Drogen "Nimble" Sults -Snip-
Denied.
While I am happy with your knowledge of the lore, I feel that your character didn't really experience the plague. It was a huge deal and not just some passing occurence.
I would like if you wrote more of it into the story, because the way it is, its just another fantasy character, rather than pertaining to the plague.
OOC- IGN: Dieagorocks7 Is English your first language?: yes Previous RP experience: 3 What is Meta: Using knowledge gained ooc in character What is Power Gaming: Forcing actions on another player. ---- IC- Character name: Erikon Morbus -Snip-
OOC- IGN: redstonedj6 Is English your first language?: yes Previous RP experience: 2 What is Meta: using things you learned out of character while in character What is Power Gaming: forcing actions upon another player ---- IC- Character name:Edwin Honik -Snip-
OOC-IGN: MadricesIs English your first language?: YesPrevious RP experience: 2, but ready to learn!What is Meta: Having your character know things that shouldn’t be able to know.What is Power Gaming: Dictating rp through controlling other plays actions and/or having your own character do things that others cannot prevent or avoid.Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application: Application Thread----IC-Character name: Seamus Tenovo -Snip-
All three of you have been accepted on the enjin forums.
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IGN: (the one you use to log in)JosephKelsey
Is English your first language?: Yep
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant)4
What is Meta: Metagaming is using information taken from OOC sources and using them in character to one's advantage.
What is Power Gaming: Powergaming is forcing an action on another player during roleplay, or refusing to be realistic during role play scenarios
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Character name: Eric Stout-Hammer
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Denied.
You don't appear to have any knowledge of the server's lore. I would prefer you read the lore and rewrite your backstory to include it.
Things such as the Final Embrace are going to be vital to the story.
IGN: TinyBomby
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: using information you learn out of character, like someone telling you in OOC chat "im a murderer lol" and using that against him/her.
What is Power Gaming: making your character over powered or unrealistic, like punching someone to the moon
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Character name: Tilny Tay
Gender: male
Age: 25
Appearance: A man with yellow/blonde hair, who wears mostly green with blue bracers on his arm and a black helmet. Also has a bow and a God Rod on his back
Personality: A nice ranger who fights with his bow, but he has a bad temper and gets offended easily. He wants to be good and tries to be good, but hes also a little snoopy, wanting to know everything there is to know. (he can sneak around fairly well)
Background Story: Tilny was just a young boy, living in a small cottage and learning to hunt adn farm for food to survive. He lived with his father only, as his mother had died at childbirth. When the plague hit though, everything changed. For some reason he was unaffected, but his dad wasn't and he had to run away from home. He lived alone for a long time, teaching himself to use a bow not only for hunting, but for fighting. One day he searched the now ruins of his old house and found some items: his mother's pendant, his father's ash bow, and the sacered God Rod that was hidden away in a chest that was uncovered form the decay of the house. With these items he decided to get some news of what had happened so he went to a small village nearby. He had gotten to the village late though, to see the plague's desolation, the dead villagers. He then decided to go to the crystal isles, which he saw on a notepad in one of the houses, he thought that maybe he would finally not be alone.
(OOC: by the way i'm sorry for how short and bad my writing is haha I'm writing this while tired and sick)hmm im sorry but i cant seem to out the picture in? any ideas?
OOC-
IGN: Nephrium456
Is English your first language?: Yes
What is Meta: Meta is your character using knowledge that they don't have. From simply knowing a person's name that you have no way of knowing, to knowing of some fowl play in another city that hasn't even happened yet while you have no connection to it.
What is Power Gaming: Power gaming is a combination of two things in my opinion. One, it is having skills you're character should not posses, while it can also include someone doing an action, and leaving no room for counteraction ie:" I slice you with my sword and you die." really simple action, but you get the meaning.
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Character name: Leonard G. Leefe (AKA: Leo)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: (Skin pic: http://imgur.com/HCuaOup )
Clad in mostly browns, blacks, and whites, he chose the leather and roughhewn clothes of any ordinary man, one of hard work and sweat.
With sturdy black leather boots that would protect his feet from rocks and other sharp objects, to the brow overalls complete with white undershirt, one might think he was some simple miner, or laborer, and that is the way he liked it. Tough black leather making up the fingerless gloves that covered his hands, his fingers were rough and callused like any man that uses his hands quite often. A bandana tied around his head to keep his medium length brown hair out of his face, it truly was rather difficult to tell that this man was anything more than a simple working class, even after you looked in to those intelligence filled green eyes. With a neatly trimmed goatee to add some youthfulness to his face, one might even find it hard to see that he was past his thirties, even if just barely.
Personality: A seemingly simple, yet kind hearted man, Leo unfortunately is a bit rough around the edges. Spending more time around plants than people, he has little tolerance for diplomacy and is much more likely to tell you exactly how it is rather then add fluff to make things seem better than they really are. It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but that he sees no reason to skirt around the cold hard truth. A bit of a “colorful” vocabulary, and a lack of tact might lead one to believe that he was a sour, cold hearted man, yet the truth of the matter was that he really was a sweet heart deep down, and would help in most cases if for a good cause, he just might complain about it the whole time. Incredibly intelligent and well learned, he hid it very well unless his expertise is needed, and then it comes out shining.
Background Story: Born in a small village just outside of Ithica, his parents while loving and supportive, were a rather eccentric pair to say the least. Crazed about certain learning, any extra coin they managed to come up with was usually spent on different books, or maps, and by the time Leo was 5 he could read and write better than some nobles.
It wasn’t until around six that his parents started making him read books on different trades and jobs, trying to find one that he seemed to take to. After several books, ones from mining, to the navigation of ships, it was the eighth book he was provided with that really seemed to get his attention, and so when he was only eight years old his parents sent him to Ithica to become the apprentice of a herbalist named John.
The man, very respected in his field, he needless to say thought Leo was too young to start such a complex field, and yet before long he began to see just how fast Leonard took to it. Before long he was helping with research, had memorized the names of hundreds of different plants, and in most cases could recite their harmful and helpful properties by name.
This went on for a many years, Leo growing in to a young man before his Master’s eyes… That is until the plague hit. People had reported seeing something fall from the sky, or even several things depending on who you asked, and it wasn’t long after that everything started degenerating rather quickly. So much was happening, and so many people going practically insane. John and he hid for a short while, locked down in a cellar.
However, with in a week of it all he began to take notice of small changes in his Master, and before long he began to fear for his life. One night, while his master ranted about some special syrum he had concocted curing him of his illness he was forced to escape.
Unfortunately, his Master was wrong, it not only didn’t work if anything it accelerated his Master’s degeneration in to madness, and later that evening Leo had to flee for his life.
However, seeing the way his Master had changed he knew that his Master’s journals and books would be of no use, and would most likely end up destroyed if he didn’t take them, so with simply his few possessions and his Master’s personal collection of material he escaped the city for his home town.
After a weeks journey on foot, he finally made his way to the small village yet when he got there things weren't right, not in the slightest. Sneaking around it and only seeing signs of the worst, he had to flee there as well.. Leaving it all behind.
Alone, with no guidance Leo spent several years going where he could, expanding his skills and with the help of John’s books and guides learned more and more every day, using his knowledge to work out a small life for himself. Making salves, healing those he could with his knowledge of plants, it wasn’t much but it was all he had.
Finally, after so many years and having heard of this so called queen and the way people were flocking to her seeking safe haven, Leo decided he needed to see it for himself. Not so sure he personally considered anyone to actually be royalty, none the less he began his journey, deciding that at the very least he could start a new life, and maybe do a bit more good in the world, if it wasn’t too late at least.
Hey there! Thanks for applying.
Your app was quite bare, you explained what happened, but with not much detail at all. Perhaps try to expand on each area.
Ask yourself questions like: What was his life like before the plague? How did he manage to survive on his own, being only 11 years old when the plague hit? Any events happen while he was surviving?
Just think about some questions you'd like to ask Tilny, and try to describe his life in greater detail.
Denied for now.
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: using information you learn out of character, like someone telling you in OOC chat "im a murderer lol" and using that against him/her.
What is Power Gaming: making your character over powered or unrealistic, like punching someone to the moon
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Character name: Tilny Tay
Gender: male
Age: 25
Appearance: A man with yellow/blonde hair, who wears mostly green with blue bracers on his arm and a black helmet. Also has a bow and a God Rod on his back
Personality: A nice ranger who fights with his bow, but he has a bad temper and gets offended easily. He wants to be good and tries to be good, but hes also a little snoopy, wanting to know everything there is to know. (he can sneak around fairly well)
Background Story: Tilny grew up in the woods, alone with only his father for company. He was an only child, and his mother had died at childbirth. He learned from his father how to farm wheat and carrots for food, and also how to hunt the wild animals, deer and rabbits. He lived a generally happy lifestyle until, the plague. At 11 years old he was still very young when the lague came, he was generally unharmed, but his father wasn't so lucky. Tilny ran away from home with only a small hunting bow and twenty arrows. Each day, he feared would be the last. One year after the plague, living still well with enough food to suvive, he decided to go back to his old home, and try to see what had transpired. On his way back home he saw some odd things, things he didn't remember being there. Everything looked, odd. The flowers looked different, the same species, but different as if they were mutated somehow. The wild animals had also been odd, randomly dead across the ground. Tilny finally reached his house, nearly starved from the lack of wild animals. He was happy to find some stale bread in a cupboard, but no sign of his father. he then thought that he should find his father's old items, his ash bow on a rack next to the door, his power bracers carelessly thrown under his father's bed, and, then an old pendant his mother used to own, in a small chest in Tilny's closet. He put on the pendant and bracers, put the bow on his back, grabbed some more arrows for his now-empty quiver, and set off for the nearest village to find out what had happened.
He wasn't sure where to go, constantly getting lost in the deep woods, with only his intuition and memory to guide him. Finally, as if by magic, he appeared at a village. He looked around, people everywhere, chatting up, as if nothing at all had happened. Tilny went up to the nearest villager and started to ask him about what had happened in the forest, but no answer came, and the villager seemed as not to hear him. He ran up to another villager and screamed at him," CAN YOU HEAR ME?" with no answer, as if he could not hear the annoying shouts. Then Tilny realized what is happening. The Spiders... He suddenly awoke from his trance, and scanned his surroundings, looking at all the webs he got stuck in. He tried to remember everything he could about the spiders, including their weaknesses. The spiders are a deadly race that poison their victim to induce a hypnotic trance. He also remembered that their underside was weak and squishy, easy to kill them from there. He saw the spiders, looking at something else, and knew what to do. He shot five arrows one by one at the spiders' undersides with fairly good hits, and then he hacked his way out of the sticky webs with an arrowhead. He thought it seemed darker than normal, and he looked up to see a giant spider hanging over him, ready to go for the kill. With fast reflexes, Tilny swang around to avoid the venomous attack, but unforunately he got hit in the leg, permanently damaging his left leg. He instantly brought up his bow and released another arrow into the spider, killing it. He knew of these nests, and wondered how he had stumbled upon it, but he also knew of the loot he could find inside of them. Looking around, he found what he was looking for, the spider queen, who defends a great relic that is known for its power. Tilny sneaked in, trying not to wake the queen. He was so lucky, that he grabbed the great relic, the god rod, and ran out, but his bad leg betrayed him as he sidestepped accidentally onto a twig. SNAP! The queen awoke to the suden noise and saw Tilny standing there, wide-eyed with fear. Tilny ran off into the woods, narrowly dodging venomous spit and tree branches. Tilny then brought up the god rod and ducked, stabbing at the spider queen. That day, Tilny did a wonderful thing by damaging the queen, but not killing her. Tilny saw the power in the God Rod, saw the corruption it had caused, and promised never to use it again, which then he stowed it away on his back, behind his bow. With all this action behind him, he noticed his leg was swollen and infected from the spider bite. At this moment he stumbled out of the woods and into the actual village. He ran up to the village and passed out from the infected leg.
He awoke on a bed in the village, next to a surgeon who had saved his life. Tilny asked him what had happened, with all this madness in the forest, and the surgeon only said one word, plague. At this moment, Tilny looked out the window and saw all the dead villagers, the poor village was crumbling, in ruins. Five days later of recovering, Tilny went again into the woods, to live the rest of his life, and to try to be happy once again. After many failed attempts, Tilny finally rebuilt his house, not very well though, and he started to live normally once again.
A very long time passed, with nothing really happening, and when Tilny was 22 years old he decided he didn't want to be alone, so he was going to go to the city Ithica. He passed back through the village briefly, grabbing a map of the way there, and he was off once more, on another journey. Tilny passed through deserts, over treacherous mountains, and sidling huge cliffs. At one point during the winter, a bear attacked him, and could have killed Tilny, if it werent for a small raccoon that happened to walk by at that moment and distracted the bear. Tilny survived the bear attack, although not unscathed. His clothes were torn and ripped, and he had to walk with a limp because of his bad leg. Past landslides and avalanches, Tilny was on the verge of death, but somehow still alive when he found Ithica. Such a wonderous sight an actual city was to Tilny that he forgot his injuries and just stood there, wide-eyed and weary, now at age 23.
When he walked into the village, everyone stared at him, as if he were some sort of monster. He got some food, and asked the innkeeper what this so-called "plague" was. The innkeeper seemed surprised at Tilny's incompetence, but explained it anyways. He told Tilny of this mysterious queen who promised a safe kingdom. This queen captivated Tilny, and he decided right there that that would be where he would go eventually. Tilny stayed in the city for only a little time and he also picked up a sword there, a way for him to fight melee, although he was never good at the sword.He wondered again why there weren't very many people in this huge city. He left for the crystal isles, to find this mysterious queen that captivated him so much. Tilny ignored every danger that passed him, killed every animal that normally would have killed him, and ran into the distance, in an odd trance. After a very long time, of barely surviving on berries and wild animals, he arrived at the crystal isles, not even knowing nor caring what age he finally was.
IGN: uargvak
Is English your first language?: Yes
Previous RP experience: 5. I have been rping for a little over 17 years in both tabletop as well as text based RP on AOL/Yahoo/Forums. I have done some limited MC Rp although I am a fast learner and I hope my past experience will make it even better.
What is Meta: Meta is knowing something OOC and using that information IC. This is also known as Crossrp.
What is Power Gaming: Having almighty almost godlike powers as a character, no weaknesses, no downsides, only power.
IC-
Character name: Richter Lumani
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Richter is 5'9" and toned not from a gym but a lifetime of working the land. With short black hair and a smooth hairless face he has a very youthful appearance often leading to others mistaking him for a well spoken teenager. He had dark brown eyes that hold that bright sheen that often young children have. His clothing is a product of his upbringing and its a mottle of linen dyed with natural earth tones.
Personality: Richter is driven and calculating not often brought to harsh words or rash actions. He wears a mask of complacency that make others believe he is much more accommodating than he really is. When he sets his mind to a task it is often difficult to get him to change or slow down.
His Greatest strength is his determination, he is well suited to leading others and bringing others together for a task. His Charisma is a known tool and he often uses it for his own gain.
His greatest weakness is his pride, he feels he is better than the hand the world dealt to him and he will take whatever steps to maintain the highborn facade that he wears.
Background Story: His mother was his only family but she was a teacher and felt that with the world falling apart she couldn't let her son live in ignorance while other did. As a child he took on many tasks that were beyond his age but he had to push through the in order for his mother and himself to survive. They lived in a small village his mother bringing in coin teaching and him working their farm and working with local builders. He rose to a level of some prominence in his village but his ideas of protection and prosperity were not in line with what the others wanted. Richter wanted a kingdom of his own but it would not come from this village. With the word of the queen rising he chose to break from the normal routine of his days and step into the light of the big cities and carve out his own niche, acquire land be an asset.
The problem lies with their owner.
I'll miss most of the people I played with in the previous servers.
Hey there! Sorry for the wait, but here it is.
First off, what is this God Rod? What does it do? It can't have any magical properties, since magic is foreign to the planet. So it's "power" would just be a rumour, if anything.
Secondly, by now, Ithica would be pretty much abandoned and in ruins, with tons of Corrupted wandering about. It was a city, after all, and most of the population would have been corrupted.
All of your apps have been replied to on the Crystal Isles site.
Denied.
There's only a few picks I would have with the story. Age scarcely factored in the susceptibility to the Corruption, as it was more of a radiation than a disease. It was a dash of luck if you didn't succumb to the corruption, rather than an innate resilience to disease (though that probably had some effect). Everything else seems fine, it seems a bit hard that they would be able to defend a walled town that already was stricken with poverty, but personally, I think that if they had survived before, it would be possible to keep it maintained while barely scrapping by.
IGN: (the one you use to log in) dragoncatlover
Is English your first language?: Indeed it is.
Previous RP experience: 4. I was also in Iriliath back when it was going, but not really in Vilkaya. I also have done a good bit of forum Rp’ing, even though i’m only in one(called Derika) right now.
What is Meta: Using information IC that your character doesn’t know(I.E.: character1 kills character2 and hides the body at the bottom of the sea at the end of the world. character3 knows that this happened. This is meta.)
What is Power Gaming: Controlling another character through your own character’s actions(player1: *c1 fires an arrow through c2’s head, killing him* <== textbook powergaming example.), also includes dodging anything thrown at you.(feel like i’m missing something here... but eh.)
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Character Name: Vizaawei D’wevra
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Appearance: Tall and slender with flowing raven-black hair, Vizaawei’s lean frame shows evidence of her time spent training and fighting. Small and inconsequential scars mark her body, mostly escaping notice. Her eyes are bright emerald green, nicely complementing her hair. She wears a dark red tunic with brighter trimmings, a little low cut, over dark blue leggings that display quite well her finely toned legs. Both leggings and tunic are in good repair, although somewhat worn, and seem to have been of good quality. Over the leggings, she wears tall boots that are also of very good quality and repair and are a rich dark brown.
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Personality: She tends to be emotionless, and often seems uncaring about many things. And she is; not much can faze her. She can be a little socially awkward, and will not hesitate to use violence to solve problems. She is often very jumpy, and can be quite nosy about things. She doesn’t trust many if any people, but will still speak her mind frequently. She can be skilled at planning when she wants to be, but frequently prefers using brute force.
Background Story: Vizaawei grew up one of the many children of a wealthy merchant. However, unlike her siblings who enjoyed her father’s wealth even after they were old enough to make their own way in the world, she wanted to carve her own path. However, it quickly went downhill. After stealing a rather large sum of money from her father’s coffers at the young age of 13, she ran away from home to make her own way. A few days and a very harsh beating later, she made her way back to her father’s home, the money she’d taken gone, her clothes ripped and dirty, covered in bruises and blood.
She decided to herself that she would never do that again, along with promising her father the same thing. It had changed her; after that happened, she never really cared about anything. The one thing she did care about, however, a year or so later suffered a similar fate. Her brother, a year or two younger than her, ran away from home as well.
But he never came back.
A few days later, walking about the city, Vizaawei found her brother in an alley. Inches away from death, he was beyond saving when she found him. His only words to her were “I’m sorry”.
After that, she broke. Spending hours, even days away from home in a forest, teaching herself how to use a bow, how to use a sword, how to survive on her own. Her family saw little of her comings and goings, as they were often at odd and irregular hours. She spent the next few years with that lifestyle, teaching herself how to live on the land, alone.
That proved to be quite useful to her when the Final Embrace came, because she was prepared.
The night of the Final Embrace, she was sitting awake in her room, watching beautiful destruction rain down from the skies. With no idea what that meant for her, she simply watched it, staying up most of the night to see it rain down on the earth. Then she forgot all about the event, continuing on with her normal lifestyle. However, about a week later, out in the woods, she met her first Corrupted. Frightened half out of her mind as the creature rushed to attack her, she hacked into it with the sword she had been practicing with, the training she’d done serving her well by way of skill. She killed it fairly quickly, panic lending speed and power to her hands, if not skill. She never visited that place again after that, running as quickly as her legs could carry her back to her home. When there, the story of what had happened poured from her lips, but her parents disregarded it.
That was very unwise of them, as they learned of the disease spreading through the city. It wasn’t long after that her father decided to go on a typical merchant journey, on his normal schedule. In spite of Vizaawei’s warnings of the horror she had met outside Ithica’s walls, he went, and he took her with the rest.
A few days into the journey, the majority of her family fell sick. As they grew sicker and sicker, the journey was halted completely and she and her two brothers who remained well set up a camp. Spending most days away from their camp with her bow, hunting, she went blissfully unaware of the deterioration of her family’s health. However, a few days later, she returned to the camp to find carnage. Both of her brothers who hadn’t fallen sick were nothing but piles of blood and gore; and the rest of her family had turned into Corrupted. Most of them had left the campsite, but Vizaawei returned to find her parents and youngest sister still there. The tents and carts had caught fire from the untended campfire, and it was growing dark when she made it back. SHe was understandably fearful when she found the campsite on fire; however, she completely lost it when her parents and little sister came running at her, obviously no longer the people she once knew.
She ran.
She ran as fast and as hard as she could, driven by nothing but pure fear. She didn’t stop running until she saw the sun rise over the horizon. However, the horror didn’t stop there. Though she had left her Corrupted family behind, for the next ten years, the only “people” she saw were corrupted. After a few encounters with them, she stopped being afraid of them, simply killing them whenever she saw them. However, when she met her first survivor, she mistook him for a corrupted. Shooting him on sight, it took a few moments for her to realize that he hadn’t been a corrupted.
Vizaawei found herself not caring.
She continued to live that way, and after a few more years, found herself near the sea. Following the shoreline, she discovered a ship getting ready to sail, obviously not manned by corrupted. After asking around and discovering where it was going, she decided to board it, finding the idea of the haven it sailed for an amusing prospect. Perhaps she could carve a better life for herself in that place.
Perhaps not.
She would find out.
((finished this in a hurry, there might be some holes, though i REALLY REALLY hope not ;_;))
Feed my dragons please
Your application has been replied to on the Enjin forums.
Denied.
Edit: You cannot have it to where they go underground. While it is a good idea, the plague would have already been upon them by the time they heard of it. The Plague spread really fast, and a lot of the villagers would have been sick already. By the time they would have entered the cavern, some people would have changed or shown signs. It would have been a massacre in a cramped environment, because only a select few people didn't catch the plague. Although, it can be possible that all of these events happen, and things go to heck really quick. It took about a week or two for things to start devolving quickly, so it would basically be Infragilis and his father, as he was three at the time of the "Final Embrace". I would recommend rewriting a bit of the story to accommodate that.
One thing I'd like you to add, as well, is how Infragilis was able to get to the Queen. Perhaps he found some lone traveler on a road and joined him on the way.
Server is of the awesomeness.
IGN: Dieagorocks7
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 3
What is Meta: Using knowledge gained ooc in character
What is Power Gaming: Forcing actions on another player.
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IC-
Character name: Erikon Morbus, although he commonly uses the fake name Joven Kiksel
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: 6 ft 9 in, red shirt, brown vest, green eyes, black overcoat, grey pants, black shirt, blue gloves, black pants.
Personality: Erikon is very paranoid and intelligent, and uses these characteristics to create theories as to how events are connected, and believes everything large was planned by someone. he has limited combat experience with hand to hand combat, and isn't very strong. he has a habit of keeping to himself and giving false information to those who ask about him, while learning about others by listening to other's conversations.
Background Story: Erikon was always a quiet child, keeping mostly to himself and listening to others conversations, he enjoyed knowing more about his peers than they did of him, often writing down connections people had on loose paper and trying to connecting events to these. This didn't stop when he was a teenager, in fact his connections became more accurate, and he began learning how to fight in his own style, learning how by watching others fight and mimicking their attacks, to little success. he was very distant from his parents, and almost never spoke with them, this suited him perfectly, it allowed him to develop his theories and edit older ones.
When he was twenty-one, he had begun to believe the delusional seer's rantings, which led to him believing that they were connected in some way to the event after it happened. He had already moved away from his parents home, to an entirely new village, actually. So he has no knowledge of his parent's fate after the Final Embrace, presumably dead, he was forced from his small hovel near the outskirts of the village by the infected, loosing many of his written theories in his rush to escape before the plague victims forced him into their ranks with infection.
He only survived those harsh fourteen years of the plagued world with a large amount of help, The group of nineteen he traveled with, mostly laborers such as shipwrights. had heard the rumors of the queen, all of them agreed to travel to The Crystal Isles, for few different reasons, Safe haven was the main one, but Erikon traveled for a different reason, one he kept personal, he believed that the Queen had caused the Final Embrace, and realized the only way he was going to discover the truth was by traveling to The Crystal Isles and investigating it himself, he agreed to assist the others in construction of a ship, or theft of one.
The idea of building a ship seemed absolutely absurd to Erikon at the time, but the idea slowly seemed more possible as the construction of the ship progressed. It took them nearly a year to finish the construction, and in that time they acquired a single new member to their party. A man named Joe Heike, Joe was an odd man, but the man who had risen to leading the group, Verin Kon, seemed to trust him, Erikon definitely did not, he though he was attempting to sabotage the ship, he was always lurking around the ship whenever he had free time.
The day they set off in the ship, Joe seemed more distant, almost as if he didn't want to actually board the ship, they actually had to force him onto the ship. This event had assured Erikon that his theory of sabotage was correct, and he went below deck to check and try to find what Joe had done, but he couldn't see anything. Erikon tried shrugged it off as just another incorrect theory, although he couldn't shake the feeling that something had or would happen to the ship on their journey. He couldn't stay below deck forever, or else it would seem he had caused it. he hurried topside, watching Joe, he knew he would dew something, something in his gut told him so, but he didn't, for the whole journey it seemed as though Joe was completely innocent.
"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!" Erikon awoke, met with a joyous uproar as the crew went to see the distant Isle, including Erikon, he was just as exited by the idea of getting of this boat as the next guy. Caught in the excitement of the moment he didn't notice Joe go below deck. five minutes later a scream was heard, They were going down! Joe had done something, it couldn't be any one else, everyone was accounted for except for him. people ran to the lifeboats, only to discover them ruined. A figure emerged from below deck, the man who had done this, it wasn't Joe, It was another man, one who Erikon never spoke with. A wicked smile grew on the mans face as he threw Joe's limp corpse to the ground, "Ooh, poor little Joe, got a knife in the back and died, I wonder who could of done this!" he began to laugh maniacally People were screaming, Running. The ship was almost down. Erikon looked around, this psychopath had to of made an escape vessel for himself, no sane man would simply kill an entire crew just to go down with them. He spotted it, the boat was already lowered, surprisingly no-one had taken it, Erikon leaped from the ship, nearly landing in the escape vessel, he raised himself from the water to the small rowboat, he grabbed the oars and started rowing away from the screaming ship and to the new world of The Crystal Isles.
IGN: redstonedj6
Is English your first language?: yes
Previous RP experience: 2
What is Meta: using things you learned out of character while in character
What is Power Gaming: forcing actions upon another player
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IC-
Character name:Edwin Honik
Gender: male
Age: 28
Appearance: Black shaggy hair, Small beard, brown gloves, blue shirt, 5ft 10 in, grey pants, brown shoes
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Personality: Edwin has trust issues from being abused by his parents, and never wants to hurt anyone. He is very crafty and is able to get himself out of many situations. He tends to avoid others if he can.
Background Story: When Edwin was a young child his parents would abuse him. They used to punch him, burn him, cut him, and sometimes even lock him in a room by himself to shake with fear. This continued to happen until he was 10. Thats when Edwin had worked up the nerve to run away, to escape this life of pain and torment. He knew his parents would not miss him.He had walked the streets alone and had nowhere to call home. All Edwin had wanted was someone who would tell him goodnight as he went to sleep. Someone who would hold him if he was sad. Someone who would tell him they love him. But Edwin knew nobody ever would.
He spent the next four years wandering the streets of the world. Taking food from anyone who looked like they didn't need it. Edwin didn't want anyone to ask him questions so he tried not to stay in one place for to long. Then on one evening while Edwin was was trying to talk a man into letting him have an apple, the sky lit up with a bright glow. The man was now staring into the sky with a look of terror on his face. Edwin, not going to lose this chance, took 3 apples from the man's crate and ran. Edwin didn't know what was happening but he knew he needed to get out of the city. He ran as fast as he luckily for him, the gates were not far. Edwin easily slipped past the guards while they were trying to keep the people under control. Once he was outside, he made his way to a nearby forest where hid in a tree for the rest of the night.
Through the next 14 years Edwin continued moving around from city to city trying to find shelter. He lived off the scraps of people who had become these strange monsters in which he avoided at all times. Although when he did encounter one of those things things. He could always manage to outrun them. Then one day Edwin came across a ship that was about to leave the harbor that had what looked like 12 people on it. Edwin quickly and stealthily made his way onto the ship with out anyone noticing him. He had hid in the lower deck where the food storage was and stayed down there for about 2 weeks. During that time he had overheard some of the people talking about this place called the Crystal Isles. Edwin had never heard of this place but it sounded a lot better than where he had been. When the boat landed Edwin got off as fast as he could. His legs were in a lot of pain for having been hardly used. Now he was in this new place he had never seen, and hopefully make a new start.
IGN: Madrices
Is English your first language?: Yes
Previous RP experience: 2, but ready to learn!
What is Meta: Having your character know things that shouldn’t be able to know.
What is Power Gaming: Dictating rp through controlling other plays actions and/or having your own character do things that others cannot prevent or avoid.
Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application: Application Thread
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IC-
Character name: Seamus Tenovo
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Appearance: Seamus stands just under six feet tall with narrow shoulders. His arms are long and spindly, as are his fingers and legs. His skin is healthy. His face is jagged, high cheekbones and a sharp brow. His eyes are blue and his receding hair brown. Seamus is toned, but not muscled.
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Personality: Seamus is a man concerned with his own appearance on an unusual level. He believes that any situation can be resolved with the proper mannerisms, patterns of speech, and outfit. He extends this philosophy to those around him and often records their mistakes and where they can improve. For a price, he will them. Seamus can be a socialite or a hermit, depending on his surroundings. He is an expert of putting on facades, or personality masks. Alas, these masks have nearly destroyed his idea of “self”. He has forgotten how to be truly himself.
A Summary of Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths
-Socially versatile.
-Excellent memory, when it comes to people.
-Good eye for art and fashion.
-Persuasive
Weaknesses
-Becomes depressed easily.
- No combat related skills whatsoever.
-Has asthma (and yes, I will rp this).
-Can’t grow a beard.
-Quick to change sides.
-Somewhat naturally arrogant, but he is able to conceal it.
Background Story:
My name is Seamus Tenova. Its not the name my sire gave me, but it serves me far better. I was born in Highwyn, the son of a reclusive tinkerer and a farmer’s daughter. My father, for all his wits regarding machines and metals, was a fool. He saw no value in words or in other people, he only spoke when necessary. He constructed a figurative cage around his household, effectively severing my connection with the outside world before it could be created. My mother was a frustratingly passive woman and was incapable of thinking for herself. She never resisted my father forcing isolation upon us, it was most likely the reason he married her in the first place. My father was not a cruel man, he didn’t have the ability to be savage. He was simply horribly intelligent, so much so that he failed to see other people as worthy of his attention. I lived the first 12 years of my life with only my parents for company.
Like any child I was curious of the world around me. Actually, I was far more curious than the average welp due to my isolation. The hum of the city fascinated me. I could only see the tops of peoples heads from my window, so I created faces for them. I kept a “People Book” where I recorded those faces, and their scalps to I could recognize them. I inherited some of my fathers knack for memory, and soon the book was full of the citizens of Highwyn. I began to create the city in another book, using snippets of conversation to learn locations and directions. My final product was horribly inaccurate, but it cured my days of boredom. It was inevitable, I suppose, that my father would find my books. He didn’t display his anger, he simply took my works and cast them into the fire. I sat in front of the hearth and watched my world burn.
That night I removed the iron bars that bared my window with some of my fathers tools. I took a knapsack of food, some coin, and small knife, and a blank journal with me. I almost broke my ankle falling from my window.
This was when I learned of my map’s defective nature. The city was a rats nest, not the careful grid of roads and blocks I had imagined. With no knowledge taverns or inns, I slept on a doorstep, my first night without a bed and a warm meal.
The next four years of my life were possibly the most important of my existence. I began a new “People Book”. I soon filled it and started another, and another, and another. Soon I had roughly ten of these catalogues. Obviously, some profiles were not as complete as others, but I had roughly 1,300 people recorded at some level. With no trade or physical training, I was not able to find work. I regret to say that I turned to thievery some days. I was sure to find information on the shopkeepers I stole from before the theft, so that I could potentially blackmail them if caught. It never came to that, for I had quick fingers and a friendly demeanor. Life wasn’t good, but it was fascinating.
I was sleeping at The Gnarled Horn when they came for me, a group of cowled and masked figured. A heavy cloth sack was thrown over my head and I was carried off into the night. When the cloth was finally removed I found myself in a well lit room facing a man. He had a faint scar around his neck, a thin layer of stubble, and one of my books in his hands. I recognized him.
He looked up from the pages and said “What’s yer name, boy.”
“Seamus Tenovo. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Joana Groyik. Your execution was quite the show.” I responded.
Groyik’s eyes narrowed “I’m in here, aren’t I, lad.” he said, motioning to the book.
“No, not that one. You’re in the one labeled “Customs of Ithacian Cattle Breeders.”, page 57.”
I heard a man behind me rummaging through my bag before handing Groyik the appropriate book. The man responsible for the Rillotown Massacre flipped to page 57 and began to read. I thin smile began to creep across his face. “I’m impressed, boy. No one but the executioner and the Lord himself was supposed to known the whole hanging was faked. And even they don’t know I’m still in the city.”
I nodded “You started twitching far earlier than you should have, and the sudden capture of 15 other wanted men were enough to figure out you had struck s0me sort o deal.”
Without a word, Groyik and the man behind me left the room, my hands were still tied behind the chair. Some time later, they returned with a butchers cleaver in hand.
“We’ve got a deal fer you, now. I can use this here knife to cut either your throat, or those there ropes. I’ll cut the ropes if you work for us, gettin word on people we ask about. Its your throat any other way.”
I hastily agreed to the arrangement, stuttering and stammering my way through some sort of oath. After plenty of “Yessirs” and “Nosirs” the fools untied me and led me back to the street, without the sack over my head. They threw me out onto the cobblestones and I began to sob, deep, wracking sobs. They laughed at me and went back inside. I continued to weep like a child until I was several blocks away. I wiped the tears from my face, straightened my cloths, and began to prepare for Groyik’s arrest.
The next day I wandered around the city, through the markets and alleys and ghettos. I continuously saw an egg of a man waddling after me, attempting stealth. He had a hungry gaze and grasping fingers. I noticed his habit of staring at women as they passed him.
The day after that I began again, and sure enough the Egg was still following me. I cut my own purse, letting several gold coins spill onto the stones of a near empty street. Egg snatched them up without hesitation before continuing to trail me. I made a straight path to a brothel, one of a higher class than Egg would usually attend. I slipped through the back door, leaving Egg in the hands of a foreign girl. My gold payed for his pleasure. With my tracker temporarily distracted, I made my way to the City Guard.
I won’t bore you with the bureaucratic process that led to Groyik’s final arrest and execution (It was done with an axe this time around). I began doing to job that Groyik had requested, but I was working for the City now. My involvement in Groyik’s arrest was unknown, so I could continue to observe freely without fear of attack. I began to rise through the intricate social hierarchy of Highwyn, using my knowledge of the elite and their mannerisms to join their ranks. I acted as a coach, or sorts, for the wealthy. I showed them their weaknesses and how to fix them. I congratulated them on their strengths, and they paid me well. My services were discrete, and the elite acted as if I was a wealthy merchant, though they all knew what I did. I was a mental prostitute in some ways, I suppose.
The Embrace ended it all. All the finery and social games. The city was overtaken in the blink of an eye and the few survivors, myself included fled into the countryside. The elite of Highwyn that had survived formed an alliance. They used their reputations and the resources to gather people around them. These people formed a wall of flesh and iron to protect these nobles from the nightmares that swarmed over the earth. I was among these elite, these nobles. The politics that had complicated their lives before had grown tenfold. Now their decisions mattered, now true rivalries formed in this little, wandering kingdom of ours. I played both sides, earning favor here, turning the ear of another man here. I knew this collection of people would dissolve eventually, so I amassed as much wealth as I could before it did so. Partially through my own actions, the alliance lasted far longer than even I could have believed. Roughly fourteen years, to be exact. The final blow was the rumor of a mighty queen ruling an empire upon the Crystal Isles. Half of our company wanted to flee the land and join this queen, while the other half believed her to be a witch, or even doubted her existence. The alliance split in two, I choose to follow the first group to the Isles, Corrupted attacks had been rising, and I knew to stay in the home country was to die. The nobles sold their finery and bought ships. I stayed behind, not wanting to be a member of the fattest cluster of gold a pirate would ever see. Instead, I purchased passage on a smaller vessel already headed to the Isles. Everyone I had even known was dead, or lost. It was time for a new book...
IGN: (the one you use to log in)JosephKelsey
Is English your first language?: Yep
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant)4
What is Meta: Metagaming is using information taken from OOC sources and using them in character to one's advantage.
What is Power Gaming: Powergaming is forcing an action on another player during roleplay, or refusing to be realistic during role play scenarios
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Character name: Eric Stout-Hammer
Gender:Male
Age:22
Appearance: Brown curls sit heavily on top of Eric's head, and his young eager face is always smiling and laughing. Tall, and usually clean shaven, Eric looks friendly, and isn't intimidating considering his size. He got through life by talking instead of fighting, so he has more friends than scars. Wearing a vest and long white shirt over top his brown slacks and dress shoes, Eric appears to be a man of fashion.
Personality: Always friendly, and enjoys an ale nearly as much as a joke, Eric is always the first to hear about rumours, gossip, or news. Slow to anger, and is uncomfortable with conflict, prefers to get the most out of life by relaxing and enjoying himself. Works best with people and in social situations. Can adapt to nearly any situation, and is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades.
Background Story: Eric was born into a prosperous family. His father was a smithy, and his mother worked in the shop they had, selling their wares. He was born into a family of six, but his 3 sisters died when the plague hit. His family, well to do at the time, was devastated by the drastic change, finding shelter in a nearly torn down farmstead with another family trying to scrape by. His father, unable to cope, took to alcoholism, and committed suicide in the dreadful world he lived in by the time Eric was 12. Eric grew up being fostered by another family, as his mother appeared to be under extreme emotional trauma. This family was happy, despite the circumstances and Eric got his sense of humor from them. His sharp wit and sarcasm has put him in more hot water with strangers than he cares to admit, but this forced him to become adaptive, which is a strength of his now.
By the time he became an adult at age 18, the farmstead he lived on thrived, the closest thing to a recognizable community for miles, with many people now pulling their weight, and it drew the attention of many people overtaken by the chaos of the world. A group stole onto the property in the night, as Eric was sleeping during his watch. He awoke to screams, and the sight of those close to him being torn to shreds or dragged away. Eric acted as a coward, and ran away from the atrocities being committed. Eric swore to himself that night to stand up for himself from then on, and he too began stealing and robbing to get by. For four years his life was that of a raider, and upon hearing of Queen and the Crystal Isles, he dropped everything, longing for the chance to begin again, and atone for his wrongdoings.
Denied.
While I am happy with your knowledge of the lore, I feel that your character didn't really experience the plague. It was a huge deal and not just some passing occurence.
I would like if you wrote more of it into the story, because the way it is, its just another fantasy character, rather than pertaining to the plague.
All three of you have been accepted on the enjin forums.
Denied.
You don't appear to have any knowledge of the server's lore. I would prefer you read the lore and rewrite your backstory to include it.
Things such as the Final Embrace are going to be vital to the story.