OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings, spared no one. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings, spared no one. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
Explain more about why his village was attacked and by who, and add a tad more detail and I'll accept you.
IGN: Chisel_pick
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've been playing multiplayer RPG's and RP's since 1.1
Why Us: Just wanted to try something like skyrim since i love it so much
Time You Can Dedicate: Almost everyday if not im playing skyrim
IC
Name: Sarith
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Likes to wear hoods along with heavy armor. He has dark hair and a brownish beard.His hair is long and he is about 6'3 and fairly on the heavy side.
Fears: Ghasts,Ghosts,Shades
Personality: Interested in magic,One-handed,Heavy armor and Smithing.He likes to adventure Caves,Mines and other things.He doesent speak much but when people talk to him he doesent say much. Think of him as a shady character.Intellegent,Shy,Caring (for some),Kind hearted
Occupation: Smither/Miner
Skills: Destruction,One-handed,Heavy armor,Smithing (In mc in a really good builder too.)
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Sarith, we have company" said Arein (Ar-een) "Aye,take the highroad Arein i'll handle them" Sarith said. Arein left the mine with his goods jingling in his pack.The first bandit attacked Sarith but with a swift movement doged it gracefully. He swiped back at the bandit. One down three to go. Then suddenly he took a blow from a mace from behind. Sarith lay on the ground when his arch nemisis Deigr (Dee-agr) stepped on his head. "Well well well what do we have here" said Deigr. "Nice to see you again Deigr" Sarith said with a small grin on his face. "I have not forgotten what you have done to my face." said Deigr "I shall countinue to do the same to you". Deigr pulled Sarith up and pulled his dagger and drew a thick line across his face. Blood trickled from Sarith's face. "ah!" screamed Sarith. Arein heard sarith's voice and thought he was in trouble he immediatly stopped counting his iron ingots and ran back into the cave. -to be continued-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Sarith grew up in a small town south of Riften. he was born alone, his parents...well his parents were not the ordinary type. his father was a nord who was killed in a mine shaft explosion and his mother a wood elf died giving birth.But the gods were on his side because a traveling caravan picked him up and raised him as there own. They taught him how to fight like a warrior how to wear a mans armor and most of all taught him how to smith. sarith does not own a house or a forge. after he left the caravan he went to explore the world as he was destined too. He soon found the town of Whiterun and is now the smithers apprentice and making a living on his own. After the smither was murdered from the Dark Brotherhood he fleed in fear that he was his next target. Sarith now looks upon retaliating to the Darkbrother Hood. He looks for blood, not revenge. Sarith moved to Riften and is living with a former friend he saved in a mineshaft.
i know this isnt the best but its the best i could do hope you like it!
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just think...if the indians gave us a donkey instead of a turkey....we would be all having a piece of ass this thanksgiving. XD
OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
IGN: Chisel_pick
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've been playing multiplayer RPG's and RP's since 1.1
Why Us: Just wanted to try something like skyrim since i love it so much
Time You Can Dedicate: Almost everyday if not im playing skyrim
IC
Name: Sarith
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Likes to wear hoods along with heavy armor. He has dark hair and a brownish beard.His hair is long and he is about 6'3 and fairly on the heavy side.
Fears: Ghasts,Ghosts,Shades
Personality: Interested in magic,One-handed,Heavy armor and Smithing.He likes to adventure Caves,Mines and other things.He doesent speak much but when people talk to him he doesent say much. Think of him as a shady character.Intellegent,Shy,Caring (for some),Kind hearted
Occupation: Smither/Miner
Skills: Destruction,One-handed,Heavy armor,Smithing (In mc in a really good builder too.)
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Sarith, we have company" said Arein (Ar-een) "Aye,take the highroad Arein i'll handle them" Sarith said. Arein left the mine with his goods jingling in his pack.The first bandit attacked Sarith but with a swift movement doged it gracefully. He swiped back at the bandit. One down three to go. Then suddenly he took a blow from a mace from behind. Sarith lay on the ground when his arch nemisis Deigr (Dee-agr) stepped on his head. "Well well well what do we have here" said Deigr. "Nice to see you again Deigr" Sarith said with a small grin on his face. "I have not forgotten what you have done to my face." said Deigr "I shall countinue to do the same to you". Deigr pulled Sarith up and pulled his dagger and drew a thick line across his face. Blood trickled from Sarith's face. "ah!" screamed Sarith. Arein heard sarith's voice and thought he was in trouble he immediatly stopped counting his iron ingots and ran back into the cave. -to be continued-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Sarith grew up in a small town south of Riften. he was born alone, his parents...well his parents were not the ordinary type. his father was a nord who was killed in a mine shaft explosion and his mother a wood elf died giving birth.But the gods were on his side because a traveling caravan picked him up and raised him as there own. They taught him how to fight like a warrior how to wear a mans armor and most of all taught him how to smith. sarith does not own a house or a forge. after he left the caravan he went to explore the world as he was destined too. He soon found the town of Whiterun and is now the smithers apprentice and making a living on his own. After the smither was murdered from the Dark Brotherhood he fleed in fear that he was his next target. Sarith now looks upon retaliating to the Darkbrother Hood. He looks for blood, not revenge. Sarith moved to Riften and is living with a former friend he saved in a mineshaft.
i know this isnt the best but its the best i could do hope you like it!
Right now everything seems a bit scattered, try to talk more about why he did things, and make it more detailed, other than that good job.
IGN: Chimlet225
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I was on your fallout server (still am) and I've done many role plays in the past with friends.
Why Us: The Fallout server you hosted was awesome! And I hope to find this sort of fun again, but in the form of the greatest game ever made.
Time You Can Dedicate: About an hour or two on weekdays, and countless hours on weekends!
IC
Name: Vladkar Greckle
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 28
Appearance: Medium build, bearded man, long hair, no war paint.
Fears: Frost trolls, giant frostbite spiders
Personality: Kind, obedient, and intelligent.
Occupation: Guard of Solitude or Whiterun. (If that's fine, I see no forms to fill out for being a guard...yet)
Skills: One-handed weapons, archery, heavy armor.
Nickname (Optional): Grec or boy (by other guards)
RP Example:
Guard 1: AYE! There you are lad!
Vladkar: Yes, here I am....
Guard 1: Where have you been! You owe me some mead!
Vladkar: On the contrary you drunken ass, your on the job, no mead for you.
Guard 1: What job! There's nothing ever happening here besides petty thievery and occasional brawls!
Vladkar: Aye, ones you start I wager.
Guard 1: Want to say that to my face boy? *takes a few steps closer*
Vladkar: Gladly, *pauses* What's that in the sky?...
Guard 1: Don't try to trick me boy *steps closer* Now, what did you sa-
*Dragon swoops down picks up guard 1 and throws him out into the distance*
Vladkar: BY THE EIGHT! DRAGON! DRAGON BY THE KEEP!
*5 guards rush to his aid*
Guard 1: DRAGONS?
Guard 2: THEY DISAPPEARED LONG AGO! THEY WERE ONLY LEGENDS!
Vadkar: NO USE IN LEGEND SPEAK NOW! WE NEED THAT FOUL CREATURE GONE, NOW!
*Vladkar pulls on his bow at nearly the same time as his peers*
Guard 5: AIM FOR IT'S EYES MEN!
*At once they all begin firing at the dragon, Vladkar with fierce accuracy*
Guard 4: AYE GREAT SHOT BOY!
*Dragon swoops down upon the men blowing fire onto guard 3*
Guard 2: EOURGRAND NO!
Guard 4: DON'T BE DISTRACTED, THIS DRAGON IS OUR MAIN FOCUS!
*More guards come to aid in the fight*
Guard 1: HE APPEARS TO BE IN PAIN! LET'S SEND IT BACK TO OBLIVIAN WHERE THIS DAMNED CREATURE BELONGS!
*Vladkar gives the dragon another shot to the eye, forcing it to fall*
Vladkar: I GOT THIS! *Pulling out his sword*
*Vladkar runs at the dragon with a fierce battle cry, he thrashes at the dragons mouth over and over again, only angering the beast, until finally it grabs him and throws him into a building near by, then finally taking flight out of the town to recover*
Guard 2: VLADKAR!
Vladkar: *Coughs a little* It's, I'm alright guys! *Cough* Check Eourgrand! *cough*
Guard 1: Are you okay Eourgrand?
Eourgrand (AKA Guard 3): So-....Sovngarde awa-.....Farewell my friends....
*Vladkar walks up*
Vladkar: These beasts shall pay *coughs*
Guard 1: Take a break, we'll clean up the mess, the eight bless you.
*Vladkar falls pain from his back smacking the wall grabs him*
Vladkar: *slight laugh* Wait till the Jarl catches wind of this event...
Backstory: Vladkar is a mere guard, no more no less, from the beginning he knew he had nothing to him of importance, his mother a wench, and his father a farmer, he had nothing great about him. He earned his job at the age of 25 being seen clearing a brawl in the local tavern, the head of the guard noticed he was ideal for the guard, a strong, obedient, and kind man with, who knows potential for protecting citizens. Even though his age is well beyond that of a boy he is still called boy, kid, and child because the fact that most guards are years older than him, and have many more years under their belts than him. He longs to have a family some day and to start being more than a guard, but a mercenary or something more menacing, but with the recent call of events following the dragons return he realizes thoughts of a happy life are now gone and that he will see more bloodshed in the near future. He also saw the war between Stormcloaks and Imperials useless because of this recent dragon arrival (though he prefers Imperials).
Thank you for reading my app and I hope to be on this server, good day to you white lister! :biggrin.gif:
If I should revise the full capitals tell me, I did that for effect, and when exactly during Skyrim does this take place? <:/
OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
My final request, split the dialouge into a line for each person talking(example below) and then try to add some more things about why the Skyrim'ers were running away.
IGN: Chimlet225
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I was on your fallout server (still am) and I've done many role plays in the past with friends.
Why Us: The Fallout server you hosted was awesome! And I hope to find this sort of fun again, but in the form of the greatest game ever made.
Time You Can Dedicate: About an hour or two on weekdays, and countless hours on weekends!
IC
Name: Vladkar Greckle
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 28
Appearance: Medium build, bearded man, long hair, no war paint.
Fears: Frost trolls, giant frostbite spiders
Personality: Kind, obedient, and intelligent.
Occupation: Guard of Solitude or Whiterun. (If that's fine, I see no forms to fill out for being a guard...yet)
Skills: One-handed weapons, archery, heavy armor.
Nickname (Optional): Grec or boy (by other guards)
RP Example:
Guard 1: AYE! There you are lad!
Vladkar: Yes, here I am....
Guard 1: Where have you been! You owe me some mead!
Vladkar: On the contrary you drunken ass, your on the job, no mead for you.
Guard 1: What job! There's nothing ever happening here besides petty thievery and occasional brawls!
Vladkar: Aye, ones you start I wager.
Guard 1: Want to say that to my face boy? *takes a few steps closer*
Vladkar: Gladly, *pauses* What's that in the sky?...
Guard 1: Don't try to trick me boy *steps closer* Now, what did you sa-
*Dragon swoops down picks up guard 1 and throws him out into the distance*
Vladkar: BY THE EIGHT! DRAGON! DRAGON BY THE KEEP!
*5 guards rush to his aid*
Guard 1: DRAGONS?
Guard 2: THEY DISAPPEARED LONG AGO! THEY WERE ONLY LEGENDS!
Vadkar: NO USE IN LEGEND SPEAK NOW! WE NEED THAT FOUL CREATURE GONE, NOW!
*Vladkar pulls on his bow at nearly the same time as his peers*
Guard 5: AIM FOR IT'S EYES MEN!
*At once they all begin firing at the dragon, Vladkar with fierce accuracy*
Guard 4: AYE GREAT SHOT BOY!
*Dragon swoops down upon the men blowing fire onto guard 3*
Guard 2: EOURGRAND NO!
Guard 4: DON'T BE DISTRACTED, THIS DRAGON IS OUR MAIN FOCUS!
*More guards come to aid in the fight*
Guard 1: HE APPEARS TO BE IN PAIN! LET'S SEND IT BACK TO OBLIVIAN WHERE THIS DAMNED CREATURE BELONGS!
*Vladkar gives the dragon another shot to the eye, forcing it to fall*
Vladkar: I GOT THIS! *Pulling out his sword*
*Vladkar runs at the dragon with a fierce battle cry, he thrashes at the dragons mouth over and over again, only angering the beast, until finally it grabs him and throws him into a building near by, then finally taking flight out of the town to recover*
Guard 2: VLADKAR!
Vladkar: *Coughs a little* It's, I'm alright guys! *Cough* Check Eourgrand! *cough*
Guard 1: Are you okay Eourgrand?
Eourgrand (AKA Guard 3): So-....Sovngarde awa-.....Farewell my friends....
*Vladkar walks up*
Vladkar: These beasts shall pay *coughs*
Guard 1: Take a break, we'll clean up the mess, the eight bless you.
*Vladkar falls pain from his back smacking the wall grabs him*
Vladkar: *slight laugh* Wait till the Jarl catches wind of this event...
Backstory: Vladkar is a mere guard, no more no less, from the beginning he knew he had nothing to him of importance, his mother a wench, and his father a farmer, he had nothing great about him. He earned his job at the age of 25 being seen clearing a brawl in the local tavern, the head of the guard noticed he was ideal for the guard, a strong, obedient, and kind man with, who knows potential for protecting citizens. Even though his age is well beyond that of a boy he is still called boy, kid, and child because the fact that most guards are years older than him, and have many more years under their belts than him. He longs to have a family some day and to start being more than a guard, but a mercenary or something more menacing, but with the recent call of events following the dragons return he realizes thoughts of a happy life are now gone and that he will see more bloodshed in the near future. He also saw the war between Stormcloaks and Imperials useless because of this recent dragon arrival (though he prefers Imperials).
Thank you for reading my app and I hope to be on this server, good day to you white lister! :biggrin.gif:
If I should revise the full capitals tell me, I did that for effect, and when exactly during Skyrim does this take place? <:/
ACCEPTED, you obviously have knowledge of Skyrim, and I like your rp example, I am pretty sure it takes place sortly after the dragonborn has been spotted.
IGN: cbrittan123
Age: 16 in december
Role-Play Exp.: Lord of the Rings, Minecraft middle earth
Why Us: Well im getting Skyrim tomorrow... and like roleplaying.
Time You Can Dedicate: all weekdays from 4PM -2AM EST
IC
Name: Mimosa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: An Elf, with elegant clothing.
Fears: Trolls.
Personality: A nice person in general, but has a dark side not yet unleashed.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter(If possible, Hunter, Cleric.
Skills: Healing and great use of a bow and arrow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Man: Mimosa, could ye' fetch me some cow skin any time soon?
Mimosa: I suppose so, for a fair price. How many are we talkin'?
Man: I require about four, if that is alright.
Mimosa: Sure thing. Meet me here in lets say... two days?
Man: See you then! Bye now.
Mimosa: Goodbye.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Mimosa, an Elf, born into wealth, this girl had just about anything someone could ask for, the biggest home in her Elvish city, personal chefs and the finest of everything in every genre!
Until one day... Her city was attacked by a random group of monsters, varying from trolls to skeletons! Her father told her to stay behind the bookshelf... as the horrifying death bringers paraded through her city, killing all in their sight, burst down her door, she sees her father; sword in hand, shield in the other charging at a troll. She sees her father leap throughout the air, and lay one of the trolls in the neck, sending it crashing into the floor, then SLASH! Down goes another! When all of a sudden she hears a WHUMP, and witnesses her father go flying through the air, into the wall, and landing flat on a table. Her mother screams and runs over to him; crying. When SMASH! The troll swung at her mother, who fell around ten feet away from Mimosa, where she said "Be quiet darling. I love you, close your eyes until this is over"
Mimosa did what she was told and close her eyes into a dark abyss of mixed thoughts and emotions. Utter silence... Then she hears a groan. "Uraahh... Then, Smash!".
Mimosa knew what of happened, but didn't dare open her eyes.
An old man had found her two days later behind the bookshelf, and took her in to live with him. He had taught her to fire a bow, and to survive throughout the world. She had no idea how to do any of this, for she always had it done for her. She is now twenty-three, and is ready to take on the world, and bring back her families name of royalty, by bring wealth back to her by doing about anything to make a coin. But there is only one problem. Trolls are scattered in hundreds throughout this world, she has to either conquer her fears, or stay and live a small humble life. Which will she choose? Lets find out
OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*me* Who do I need to heal sir?
*Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health.
*me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them?
*Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both.
*Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His group were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape!They were not part of the army and hand to pay lots of taxes. They hoped anywhere was better than Skyrim. Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process.He sent a letter to his friend and hoped he might come to aid him. And so he snuck across the border.......
OOC
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*me* Who do I need to heal sir?
*Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health.
*me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them?
*Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both.
*Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His group were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape!They were not part of the army and hand to pay lots of taxes. They hoped anywhere was better than Skyrim. Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process.He sent a letter to his friend and hoped he might come to aid him. And so he snuck across the border.......
(I hope this is truly the last time)
They should be escaping because the dragons have been released upon Skyrim, btw.
IGN: cbrittan123
Age: 16 in december
Role-Play Exp.: Lord of the Rings, Minecraft middle earth
Why Us: Well im getting Skyrim tomorrow... and like roleplaying.
Time You Can Dedicate: all weekdays from 4PM -2AM EST
IC
Name: Mimosa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: An Elf, with elegant clothing.
Fears: Trolls.
Personality: A nice person in general, but has a dark side not yet unleashed.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter(If possible, Hunter, Cleric.
Skills: Healing and great use of a bow and arrow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Man: Mimosa, could ye' fetch me some cow skin any time soon?
Mimosa: I suppose so, for a fair price. How many are we talkin'?
Man: I require about four, if that is alright.
Mimosa: Sure thing. Meet me here in lets say... two days?
Man: See you then! Bye now.
Mimosa: Goodbye.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Mimosa, an Elf, born into wealth, this girl had just about anything someone could ask for, the biggest home in her Elvish city, personal chefs and the finest of everything in every genre!
Until one day... Her city was attacked by a random group of monsters, varying from trolls to skeletons! Her father told her to stay behind the bookshelf... as the horrifying death bringers paraded through her city, killing all in their sight, burst down her door, she sees her father; sword in hand, shield in the other charging at a troll. She sees her father leap throughout the air, and lay one of the trolls in the neck, sending it crashing into the floor, then SLASH! Down goes another! When all of a sudden she hears a WHUMP, and witnesses her father go flying through the air, into the wall, and landing flat on a table. Her mother screams and runs over to him; crying. When SMASH! The troll swung at her mother, who fell around ten feet away from Mimosa, where she said "Be quiet darling. I love you, close your eyes until this is over"
Mimosa did what she was told and close her eyes into a dark abyss of mixed thoughts and emotions. Utter silence... Then she hears a groan. "Uraahh... Then, Smash!".
Mimosa knew what of happened, but didn't dare open her eyes.
An old man had found her two days later behind the bookshelf, and took her in to live with him. He had taught her to fire a bow, and to survive throughout the world. She had no idea how to do any of this, for she always had it done for her. She is now twenty-three, and is ready to take on the world, and bring back her families name of royalty, by bring wealth back to her by doing about anything to make a coin. But there is only one problem. Trolls are scattered in hundreds throughout this world, she has to either conquer her fears, or stay and live a small humble life. Which will she choose? Lets find out
Work on rp example a bit more please, make it more related to skyrim's plot.
Modify them, or use a mod.
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings, spared no one. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
Well, preferably, it needs to be in the form of dialouge.
Repost please.
Explain more about why his village was attacked and by who, and add a tad more detail and I'll accept you.
IGN: Chisel_pick
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've been playing multiplayer RPG's and RP's since 1.1
Why Us: Just wanted to try something like skyrim since i love it so much
Time You Can Dedicate: Almost everyday if not im playing skyrim
IC
Name: Sarith
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Likes to wear hoods along with heavy armor. He has dark hair and a brownish beard.His hair is long and he is about 6'3 and fairly on the heavy side.
Fears: Ghasts,Ghosts,Shades
Personality: Interested in magic,One-handed,Heavy armor and Smithing.He likes to adventure Caves,Mines and other things.He doesent speak much but when people talk to him he doesent say much. Think of him as a shady character.Intellegent,Shy,Caring (for some),Kind hearted
Occupation: Smither/Miner
Skills: Destruction,One-handed,Heavy armor,Smithing (In mc in a really good builder too.)
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Sarith, we have company" said Arein (Ar-een) "Aye,take the highroad Arein i'll handle them" Sarith said. Arein left the mine with his goods jingling in his pack.The first bandit attacked Sarith but with a swift movement doged it gracefully. He swiped back at the bandit. One down three to go. Then suddenly he took a blow from a mace from behind. Sarith lay on the ground when his arch nemisis Deigr (Dee-agr) stepped on his head. "Well well well what do we have here" said Deigr. "Nice to see you again Deigr" Sarith said with a small grin on his face. "I have not forgotten what you have done to my face." said Deigr "I shall countinue to do the same to you". Deigr pulled Sarith up and pulled his dagger and drew a thick line across his face. Blood trickled from Sarith's face. "ah!" screamed Sarith. Arein heard sarith's voice and thought he was in trouble he immediatly stopped counting his iron ingots and ran back into the cave. -to be continued-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Sarith grew up in a small town south of Riften. he was born alone, his parents...well his parents were not the ordinary type. his father was a nord who was killed in a mine shaft explosion and his mother a wood elf died giving birth.But the gods were on his side because a traveling caravan picked him up and raised him as there own. They taught him how to fight like a warrior how to wear a mans armor and most of all taught him how to smith. sarith does not own a house or a forge. after he left the caravan he went to explore the world as he was destined too. He soon found the town of Whiterun and is now the smithers apprentice and making a living on his own. After the smither was murdered from the Dark Brotherhood he fleed in fear that he was his next target. Sarith now looks upon retaliating to the Darkbrother Hood. He looks for blood, not revenge. Sarith moved to Riften and is living with a former friend he saved in a mineshaft.
i know this isnt the best but its the best i could do hope you like it!
EMG are you a whitelister or are you waiting for Colbinile's approval?
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*me* Who do I need to heal sir? *Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health. *me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them? *Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both. *Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His gorup were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape! Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process. And so he snuck across the border.......
I am a whitelister/moderator.
Right now everything seems a bit scattered, try to talk more about why he did things, and make it more detailed, other than that good job.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I was on your fallout server (still am) and I've done many role plays in the past with friends.
Why Us: The Fallout server you hosted was awesome! And I hope to find this sort of fun again, but in the form of the greatest game ever made.
Time You Can Dedicate: About an hour or two on weekdays, and countless hours on weekends!
IC
Name: Vladkar Greckle
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 28
Appearance: Medium build, bearded man, long hair, no war paint.
Fears: Frost trolls, giant frostbite spiders
Personality: Kind, obedient, and intelligent.
Occupation: Guard of Solitude or Whiterun. (If that's fine, I see no forms to fill out for being a guard...yet)
Skills: One-handed weapons, archery, heavy armor.
Nickname (Optional): Grec or boy (by other guards)
RP Example:
Guard 1: AYE! There you are lad!
Vladkar: Yes, here I am....
Guard 1: Where have you been! You owe me some mead!
Vladkar: On the contrary you drunken ass, your on the job, no mead for you.
Guard 1: What job! There's nothing ever happening here besides petty thievery and occasional brawls!
Vladkar: Aye, ones you start I wager.
Guard 1: Want to say that to my face boy? *takes a few steps closer*
Vladkar: Gladly, *pauses* What's that in the sky?...
Guard 1: Don't try to trick me boy *steps closer* Now, what did you sa-
*Dragon swoops down picks up guard 1 and throws him out into the distance*
Vladkar: BY THE EIGHT! DRAGON! DRAGON BY THE KEEP!
*5 guards rush to his aid*
Guard 1: DRAGONS?
Guard 2: THEY DISAPPEARED LONG AGO! THEY WERE ONLY LEGENDS!
Vadkar: NO USE IN LEGEND SPEAK NOW! WE NEED THAT FOUL CREATURE GONE, NOW!
*Vladkar pulls on his bow at nearly the same time as his peers*
Guard 5: AIM FOR IT'S EYES MEN!
*At once they all begin firing at the dragon, Vladkar with fierce accuracy*
Guard 4: AYE GREAT SHOT BOY!
*Dragon swoops down upon the men blowing fire onto guard 3*
Guard 2: EOURGRAND NO!
Guard 4: DON'T BE DISTRACTED, THIS DRAGON IS OUR MAIN FOCUS!
*More guards come to aid in the fight*
Guard 1: HE APPEARS TO BE IN PAIN! LET'S SEND IT BACK TO OBLIVIAN WHERE THIS DAMNED CREATURE BELONGS!
*Vladkar gives the dragon another shot to the eye, forcing it to fall*
Vladkar: I GOT THIS! *Pulling out his sword*
*Vladkar runs at the dragon with a fierce battle cry, he thrashes at the dragons mouth over and over again, only angering the beast, until finally it grabs him and throws him into a building near by, then finally taking flight out of the town to recover*
Guard 2: VLADKAR!
Vladkar: *Coughs a little* It's, I'm alright guys! *Cough* Check Eourgrand! *cough*
Guard 1: Are you okay Eourgrand?
Eourgrand (AKA Guard 3): So-....Sovngarde awa-.....Farewell my friends....
*Vladkar walks up*
Vladkar: These beasts shall pay *coughs*
Guard 1: Take a break, we'll clean up the mess, the eight bless you.
*Vladkar falls pain from his back smacking the wall grabs him*
Vladkar: *slight laugh* Wait till the Jarl catches wind of this event...
Backstory: Vladkar is a mere guard, no more no less, from the beginning he knew he had nothing to him of importance, his mother a wench, and his father a farmer, he had nothing great about him. He earned his job at the age of 25 being seen clearing a brawl in the local tavern, the head of the guard noticed he was ideal for the guard, a strong, obedient, and kind man with, who knows potential for protecting citizens. Even though his age is well beyond that of a boy he is still called boy, kid, and child because the fact that most guards are years older than him, and have many more years under their belts than him. He longs to have a family some day and to start being more than a guard, but a mercenary or something more menacing, but with the recent call of events following the dragons return he realizes thoughts of a happy life are now gone and that he will see more bloodshed in the near future. He also saw the war between Stormcloaks and Imperials useless because of this recent dragon arrival (though he prefers Imperials).
Thank you for reading my app and I hope to be on this server, good day to you white lister! :biggrin.gif:
If I should revise the full capitals tell me, I did that for effect, and when exactly during Skyrim does this take place? <:/
My final request, split the dialouge into a line for each person talking(example below) and then try to add some more things about why the Skyrim'ers were running away.
Example:
Person 1: "---"
Person 2: "---"
ACCEPTED, you obviously have knowledge of Skyrim, and I like your rp example, I am pretty sure it takes place sortly after the dragonborn has been spotted.
Age: 16 in december
Role-Play Exp.: Lord of the Rings, Minecraft middle earth
Why Us: Well im getting Skyrim tomorrow... and like roleplaying.
Time You Can Dedicate: all weekdays from 4PM -2AM EST
IC
Name: Mimosa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: An Elf, with elegant clothing.
Fears: Trolls.
Personality: A nice person in general, but has a dark side not yet unleashed.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter(If possible, Hunter, Cleric.
Skills: Healing and great use of a bow and arrow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Man: Mimosa, could ye' fetch me some cow skin any time soon?
Mimosa: I suppose so, for a fair price. How many are we talkin'?
Man: I require about four, if that is alright.
Mimosa: Sure thing. Meet me here in lets say... two days?
Man: See you then! Bye now.
Mimosa: Goodbye.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Mimosa, an Elf, born into wealth, this girl had just about anything someone could ask for, the biggest home in her Elvish city, personal chefs and the finest of everything in every genre!
Until one day... Her city was attacked by a random group of monsters, varying from trolls to skeletons! Her father told her to stay behind the bookshelf... as the horrifying death bringers paraded through her city, killing all in their sight, burst down her door, she sees her father; sword in hand, shield in the other charging at a troll. She sees her father leap throughout the air, and lay one of the trolls in the neck, sending it crashing into the floor, then SLASH! Down goes another! When all of a sudden she hears a WHUMP, and witnesses her father go flying through the air, into the wall, and landing flat on a table. Her mother screams and runs over to him; crying. When SMASH! The troll swung at her mother, who fell around ten feet away from Mimosa, where she said "Be quiet darling. I love you, close your eyes until this is over"
Mimosa did what she was told and close her eyes into a dark abyss of mixed thoughts and emotions. Utter silence... Then she hears a groan. "Uraahh... Then, Smash!".
Mimosa knew what of happened, but didn't dare open her eyes.
An old man had found her two days later behind the bookshelf, and took her in to live with him. He had taught her to fire a bow, and to survive throughout the world. She had no idea how to do any of this, for she always had it done for her. She is now twenty-three, and is ready to take on the world, and bring back her families name of royalty, by bring wealth back to her by doing about anything to make a coin. But there is only one problem. Trolls are scattered in hundreds throughout this world, she has to either conquer her fears, or stay and live a small humble life. Which will she choose? Lets find out
IGN:darthdang
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of Rp servers
Why Us:This looks like you guys are experienced and skyrim is an interesting idea
Time You Can Dedicate:Once a day usually
ICName:Alex Petrov
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:stong, *appears* fearless
Fears:His past may come back to haunt him
Personality:kind hearted, nice, intuitive
Occupation:Battle Mage/medic
Skills:Making potions, stronger weapons,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*me* Who do I need to heal sir?
*Knight* Me and my pal here are injured, we need some potions to return our health.
*me* As you wish, I have some strength potions and some healing potions, would like like them?
*Knight 2* Sure thing mate, how much?
*me* Normally 20 gold, but for you 15 for both.
*Knight* Thank ya mate, here you go *hands 15 gold*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alex was the village mage at the young age of 11. He read till his eyes ached, his glasses of filled and many satisfied customers. Then one day they came. Alex's village was not known at all except the inhabitants, and that was not many at all. At first it was just a group of scouts, but Alex thought they were just another travelling group of nomads. Then the full army of elves came. They sieged the town, burned the buildings; the once conquered and forgotton race had returned! Alex believed that they attacked them because of them being closest to the southern border of Skyrim and being mostly human. Alex escaped with a small group of rogues, knights, and himself. But that was not the end of it. His group were found yet again and he could have saved them, but he ran instead. No where he could go, he must start anew. He left to start in a new town somewhere hoping no one would find out.
He heard about a region named Skyrim where there are many dangers, and that's exactly why he went. He set off, hoping he can help the people in Skyrim and hopefully stop any maddness. When he arrived to the closest city to Skyrim, he heard that Skyrim was a warring place where no one wanted to be there. Some even tried to escape!They were not part of the army and hand to pay lots of taxes. They hoped anywhere was better than Skyrim. Alex was convinced further that he were to help the people and perhaps save a few lives in the process.He sent a letter to his friend and hoped he might come to aid him. And so he snuck across the border.......
(I hope this is truly the last time)
They should be escaping because the dragons have been released upon Skyrim, btw.
Work on rp example a bit more please, make it more related to skyrim's plot.