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.
Yeah, I spent four days being a shun and beating the main quest XD I flipping love this game and can't wait to see how the server works (People each controlling the capitals each with hired guards and stuff) hope this goes well :biggrin.gif:
Yeah, I spent four days being a shun and beating the main quest XD I flipping love this game and can't wait to see how the server works (People each controlling the capitals each with hired guards and stuff) hope this goes well :biggrin.gif:
I hope to see you on the server, you pie hating person! (lol at sig)
IGN: CommanderUltra
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have rped with my friends on DA and such.
Why Us: Skyrim is an amazing game, and a Minecraft server based off it is just, awesome..
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-4 hours a day.
IC
Name: Khal KanChov'e
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Age: 24
Appearance: A dark grey Argonian, purple eyes.
Fears: The ones who killed his parents, death, his friend's death, dragons, trolls.
Personality: Talkitive, sometimes quiet, likes to be around his friends.
Occupation: Archer
Skills: Archery, swords, stealth.
Nickname (Optional): Khal
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Me: *rolls to the side avoiding the flare of the dragon* "Sh*t! Where the hell did this beast come from?" *wipes sweat off forehead*
Backstory: A young male Argonian whom was working with his parents when he was just 7. Out of nowhere, a loud bang, and cracking of wood is heard, followed by loud, deep footsteps. Young Khal fled with his mother,father, and 2 brothers as 3 orc bandits armed with war axes charged at his family. One of the orcs buried it's axe into the head of Khal's mother, her body plummeted to the ground. Khal just kept running, a tear rolling down his face. His father attempted to kill the orcs with his iron dagger, but it was no use, he was soon killed as well. Khal's brothers fled out of the home, and were nowhere to be seen, Khal reached for an iron dagger and hurled an iron dagger into the orc's shoulder. He then fled out into the forest, and later lived with his uncle, and cousins, though his 2 older brothers, were nowhere to be found. From this point forward Khal trained from his young age until now to become an expert archer. When Khal was 17, he met a female argonian
during training by the name of Dema Rivera, Him and Dema became good friends, and quickly fell in love. The two worked together in combat and were both adequate archers. Throughout Khal's life he had spotted 4 dragons, but was never brave enough to face one alone. Ever since Khal's first encounter with a dragon, a frost dragon at that, he has been terrified of them ever since.
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 and even more so that there are dragons! Dragons were thought of as fake, mythical, only a few mages knew there were dragons and fewer still that they were still around! Now they were all esacping to any other than here. He was even further convinced 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.......
IGN:imtifade
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:Mosty light rp server
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate:Around 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Hizara Taladin
Gender:Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Darker than normal almost black, tall, slinder, lon spines running across his head and red marks under eyes.
Fears: Dragons, closeqarters and the nether.
Personality: Quite, easy to provok, very loyal, and very high sense of chiverly
Occupation: Assassin and blade for hire
Skills: Stealth, bow expert, illustion, poision makeing, pick pocketing, lock picking, and one handed wepons
Nickname (Optional): Spine(he dosnt like it)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Please fair maden be off. *Remains silent*. Death await the
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in the black marsh with his many brothers and sisters. His twin brother being Veezara (The last shadowscale from skyrim.) Both being born under the shadow making them assassins from birth. After veezara set off to join the dark brotherhood hizara was the last shadowscaleleft to serve his people. The pressure got to him and after being sent on a contract to kill a argonian female (a trader) he ran. He ran to follow in his brother's footsteps and join the darkbrotherhood.
Typed from my phone please disregaurd any spelling errors.
IGN: CommanderUltra
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have rped with my friends on DA and such.
Why Us: Skyrim is an amazing game, and a Minecraft server based off it is just, awesome..
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-4 hours a day.
IC
Name: Khal KanChov'e
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A dark grey Argonian, purple eyes.
Fears: The ones who killed his parents, death, his friend's death.
Personality: Talkitive, likes to be around his friends.
Occupation: Archer
Skills: Archery, swords, stealth.
Nickname (Optional): Khal
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Me: *rolls to the side avoiding the flare of the dragon* "Sh*t! Where the hell did this beast come from?" *wipes sweat off forehead*
Backstory: A young male Argonian whom was working with his parents when he was just 7. Out of nowhere, a loud bang, and cracking of wood is heard, followed by loud, deep footsteps. Young Khal fled with his mother,father, and 2 brothers as 3 orc bandits armed with war axes charged at his family. One of the orcs buried it's axe into the head of Khal's mother, her body plummeted to the ground. Khal just kept running, a tear rolling down his face. His father attempted to kill the orcs with his iron dagger, but it was no use, he was soon killed as well. Khal's brothers fled out of the home, and were nowhere to be seen, Khal reached for an iron dagger and hurled an iron dagger into the orc's shoulder. He then fled out into the forest, and later lived with his uncle, and cousins, though his 2 older brothers, were nowhere to be found. From this point forward Khal trained from his young age until now to become an expert archer. When Khal was 17, he met a female argonian
during training by the name of Dema Rivera, Him and Dema became good friends, and quickly fell in love. The two worked together in combat and were both adequate archers.
Denied, please incorporate the dragons coming into your backstory, this is just after the first dragons were spotted.
The server takes place after the dragons were discovered!
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 and even more so that there are dragons! Dragons were thought of as fake, mythical, only a few mages knew there were dragons and fewer still that they were still around! Now they were all esacping to any other than here. He was even further convinced 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.......
ACCEPTED, finally, don't make me regret this and be an avid role-player.
IGN:imtifade
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:Mosty light rp server
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate:Around 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Hizara Taladin
Gender:Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Darker than normal almost black, tall, slinder, lon spines running across his head and red marks under eyes.
Fears: Dragons, closeqarters and the nether.
Personality: Quite, easy to provok, very loyal, and very high sense of chiverly
Occupation: Assassin and blade for hire
Skills: Stealth, bow expert, illustion, poision makeing, pick pocketing, lock picking, and one handed wepons
Nickname (Optional): Spine(he dosnt like it)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Please fair maden be off. *Remains silent*. Death await the
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in the black marsh with his many brothers and sisters. His twin brother being Veezara (The last shadowscale from skyrim.) Both being born under the shadow making them assassins from birth. After veezara set off to join the dark brotherhood hizara was the last shadowscaleleft to serve his people. The pressure got to him and after being sent on a contract to kill a argonian female (a trader) he ran. He ran to follow in his brother's footsteps and join the darkbrotherhood.
Typed from my phone please disregaurd any spelling errors.
RP example makes no sense, and the background needs to be better written.
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5 years.
Why Us: I play(ed) on WNC and enjoy Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 13 hours a week on average.
IC
Name: Ahzan Minhjan
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears ragged clothes yet his skin and face are kept relatively clean. His hands are rough from years of a life in the wild.
Fears: The Forsworn, Frost Trolls, and loss of freedom.
Personality: Generally quiet and reserved, but outgoing if the situation requires.
Occupation: Bandit
Skills: Keeping under the radar, smooth-talking his way out of situations, and precision with a bow.
Nickname (Optional): Zan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ahzan secured his bandana across his face as the aching sound of the boat hitting land shook the ship beneath him. The wood elf hurdled the side of the boat and his feet lightly touched the sand beneath him. He looked at the cavern entrance before him and began to make his way to it...carefully at first, but his pace quickened as he turned the tight corner into the opening of the cave. "Holy ****..." Ahzan pulled down his bandana and felt his heart pound in his chest as he looked over the vast riches. "Get in here you milk-drinkers! We're gonna need a bigger boat..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
IGN: Snugtr
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: None, but like the Fallout server, I want this to be my first! (Everyone starts somewhere.)
Why Us: I want a server that is awesome and can provide hours of entertainment.
Time You Can Dedicate: All my time that's not PS3 or homework.
IC
Name: Droon Lazo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Droon wears his father's hunting clothes, which are dark brown. He has blue eyes and brown hair. He also has a scar on the side of his face from his abusive mother.
Fears: He fears nothing that lives in the woods or ocean, but he is afraid of Skeletal Archers and the Undead.
Personality: Droon likes to be alone most of the time. He isn't shy, but he doesn't trust many people.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Hunting (both bow and sword) and Stealth
Nickname (Optional): Droon
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Droon is in the woods with his father when he was 10, learning to hunt*
Father: "Now Droon, let me show you how to take down an animal."
*Father's arrow flies straight into a deer's heart*
Droon: "Wow. How did you make it fly so perfectly?"
Father: "I've been practicing since I was your age, son. Why don't you have a try?"
*Droon spots a sleeping boar next to a cave, shoots, but misses and the arrow flies into the cave*
Father: "Well, at least it didn't wake that fat pig! I'll go kill it. We're feasting tonight!"
*Father walks over to the boar and a bear with the arrow stuck in its shoulder lumbers out of the cave*
Droon: "Father, watch out!"
*Father looks up at the bear*
Bear: "RAAAAAAWWWWRRRR!!"
*Father tries to run away, but the bear's paw nicks him in the leg*
*Droon runs over, grabs Father's knife from its sheath, and stabs the bear in the heart*
*The bear falls to the ground, immediately dead*
Father: "Droon! That was amazing! That bear damn-near ended my life!"
Droon: "I can't believe I did that! It was like some kind of instinct took over my body."
Father: "Well, that's probably a good thing, 'cause it seems like you can survive just about anything."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Droon was born and raised in a busy village near a forest. His father was a hunter, and his mother was a potion maker. When Droon's hands were big enough, his father gave him a sword and a bow to hold. Droon's father was very loving towards him, while his mother wanted nothing to do with him. Droon and her got in constant fights. When he was just 12, Droon's mother slashed him across the cheek with a knife. Droon's father saw and then made her leave them for good. By then, Droon's hunting skills were rapidly increasing, and he was bringing in more animals to the butcher than his father.
When he was 18, Droon's village was attacked by a group of giants. Since the village was mainly for business and trading, hardly anyone knew how to handle a weapon. Droon heard screaming outside and saw the hand of a giant scooping up someone that was standing on top of the mill. He called his father, and both of them took their trusted bows and knives. His father went to the front lines, dodging the giant clubs that were swinging down from 30 feet in the air. Droon was frantically looking for others to help with the fight. He found two mercenaries leaning on a wall, ignoring the commotion. (The mercenaries specialized in stealth.) Droon had to force them to help, and then all three went to the heat of the battle. Droon met up with his father, where they tried to take down the giants by shooting them in the face. The mercenaries climbed up buildings while being practically invisible, and then jumped on the giants and stabbing them to death. Eventually, after many casualties, the last giant fell. Droon found his father half-buried under a piece of rubble. On the verge of death, he said his last words to Droon, and then died. Droon mourns him to this day. The mercenaries, who were named Blak and Harry, became Droon's closest friends and allies. They taught him the art of stealth and the trio went on many successful hunting trips together. As time went on, Droon and the mercenaries grew apart. One day they left the village in search of work, for they had done none in almost two years. Droon started wandering into the mountains after that, in search of more challenging prey.
One day, while walking down a snowy slope, a dragon saw him and attacked. Droon took to cover, and rapidly fired his bow at the dragon's soft stomach. The dragon was raining fire on him, but the rock he hid behind did the job and protected him. The dragon got angry and dropped in low to try and snag Droon with his claw. Droon unsheathed his knife and plunged it into the dragon's stomach, piercing its intestines and killing it. The dragon dropped to the ground, dead, and Droon cut off its claws, and made daggers out of them. He remembers his father with every animal life he takes.
IGN: Snugtr
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: None, but like the Fallout server, I want this to be my first! (Everyone starts somewhere.)
Why Us: I want a server that is awesome and can provide hours of entertainment.
Time You Can Dedicate: All my time that's not PS3 or homework.
IC
Name: Droon Lazo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Droon wears his father's hunting clothes, which are dark brown. He has blue eyes and brown hair. He also has a scar on the side of his face from his abusive mother.
Fears: He fears nothing that lives in the woods or ocean, but he is afraid of Skeletal Archers and the Undead.
Personality: Droon likes to be alone most of the time. He isn't shy, but he doesn't trust many people.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Hunting (both bow and sword) and Stealth
Nickname (Optional): Droon
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Droon is in the woods with his father when he was 10, learning to hunt*
Father: "Now Droon, let me show you how to take down an animal."
*Father's arrow flies straight into a deer's heart*
Droon: "Wow. How did you make it fly so perfectly?"
Father: "I've been practicing since I was your age, son. Why don't you have a try?"
*Droon spots a sleeping boar next to a cave, shoots, but misses and the arrow flies into the cave*
Father: "Well, at least it didn't wake that fat pig! I'll go kill it. We're feasting tonight!"
*Father walks over to the boar and a bear with the arrow stuck in its shoulder lumbers out of the cave*
Droon: "Father, watch out!"
*Father looks up at the bear*
Bear: "RAAAAAAWWWWRRRR!!"
*Father tries to run away, but the bear's paw nicks him in the leg*
*Droon runs over, grabs Father's knife from its sheath, and stabs the bear in the heart*
*The bear falls to the ground, immediately dead*
Father: "Droon! That was amazing! That bear damn-near ended my life!"
Droon: "I can't believe I did that! It was like some kind of instinct took over my body."
Father: "Well, that's probably a good thing, 'cause it seems like you can survive just about anything."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Droon was born and raised in a busy village near a forest. His father was a hunter, and his mother was a potion maker. When Droon's hands were big enough, his father gave him a sword and a bow to hold. Droon's father was very loving towards him, while his mother wanted nothing to do with him. Droon and her got in constant fights. When he was just 12, Droon's mother slashed him across the cheek with a knife. Droon's father saw and then made her leave them for good. By then, Droon's hunting skills were rapidly increasing, and he was bringing in more animals to the butcher than his father.
When he was 18, Droon's village was attacked by a group of giants. Since the village was mainly for business and trading, hardly anyone knew how to handle a weapon. Droon heard screaming outside and saw the hand of a giant scooping up someone that was standing on top of the mill. He called his father, and both of them took their trusted bows and knives. His father went to the front lines, dodging the giant clubs that were swinging down from 30 feet in the air. Droon was frantically looking for others to help with the fight. He found two mercenaries leaning on a wall, ignoring the commotion. (The mercenaries specialized in stealth.) Droon had to force them to help, and then all three went to the heat of the battle. Droon met up with his father, where they tried to take down the giants by shooting them in the face. The mercenaries climbed up buildings while being practically invisible, and then jumped on the giants and stabbing them to death. Eventually, after many casualties, the last giant fell. Droon found his father half-buried under a piece of rubble. On the verge of death, he said his last words to Droon, and then died. Droon mourns him to this day. The mercenaries, who were named Blak and Harry, became Droon's closest friends and allies. They taught him the art of stealth and the trio went on many successful hunting trips together. As time went on, Droon and the mercenaries grew apart. One day they left the village in search of work, for they had done none in almost two years. Droon now hunts alone, remembering his father with every kill.
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5 years.
Why Us: I play(ed) on WNC and enjoy Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 13 hours a week on average.
IC
Name: Ahzan Minhjan
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears ragged clothes yet his skin and face are kept relatively clean. His hands are rough from years of a life in the wild.
Fears: The Forsworn, Frost Trolls, and loss of freedom.
Personality: Generally quiet and reserved, but outgoing if the situation requires.
Occupation: Bandit
Skills: Keeping under the radar, smooth-talking his way out of situations, and precision with a bow.
Nickname (Optional): Zan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ahzan secured his bandana across his face as the aching sound of the boat hitting land shook the ship beneath him. The wood elf hurdled the side of the boat and his feet lightly touched the sand beneath him. He looked at the cavern entrance before him and began to make his way to it...carefully at first, but his pace quickened as he turned the tight corner into the opening of the cave. "Holy ****..." Ahzan pulled down his bandana and felt his heart pound in his chest as he looked over the vast riches. "Get in here you milk-drinkers! We're gonna need a bigger boat..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
Try to add a paragraph* about who Ahzan* is, other than that good job.
Ahzan* Sorry, its 1 AM and the only thing keeping me awake is full blast dubstep and mountain dew.
I'll just add a background edit so I don't have to edit that up again.
Born into the thieves guild(Cyrodiil chapter), Ahzan was forced into crime throughout childhood, and it began to come naturally during his teens. However at the age of 16, due to a heist gone wrong, Ahzan killed two Imperial guards, which was against the guild's creed. Removed from his friends, family, and the only 'society' he could possibly adapt to, Ahzan spent the next 12 years getting himself into trouble.
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
Yeah, I spent four days being a shun and beating the main quest XD I flipping love this game and can't wait to see how the server works (People each controlling the capitals each with hired guards and stuff) hope this goes well :biggrin.gif:
I hope to see you on the server, you pie hating person! (lol at sig)
I noticed how I can make the most serious apps, but at the end you see I Don't Like Pie and it will just ruin the whole thing XD
IGN: CommanderUltra
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have rped with my friends on DA and such.
Why Us: Skyrim is an amazing game, and a Minecraft server based off it is just, awesome..
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-4 hours a day.
IC
Name: Khal KanChov'e
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Age: 24
Appearance: A dark grey Argonian, purple eyes.
Fears: The ones who killed his parents, death, his friend's death, dragons, trolls.
Personality: Talkitive, sometimes quiet, likes to be around his friends.
Occupation: Archer
Skills: Archery, swords, stealth.
Nickname (Optional): Khal
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Me: *rolls to the side avoiding the flare of the dragon* "Sh*t! Where the hell did this beast come from?" *wipes sweat off forehead*
Backstory: A young male Argonian whom was working with his parents when he was just 7. Out of nowhere, a loud bang, and cracking of wood is heard, followed by loud, deep footsteps. Young Khal fled with his mother,father, and 2 brothers as 3 orc bandits armed with war axes charged at his family. One of the orcs buried it's axe into the head of Khal's mother, her body plummeted to the ground. Khal just kept running, a tear rolling down his face. His father attempted to kill the orcs with his iron dagger, but it was no use, he was soon killed as well. Khal's brothers fled out of the home, and were nowhere to be seen, Khal reached for an iron dagger and hurled an iron dagger into the orc's shoulder. He then fled out into the forest, and later lived with his uncle, and cousins, though his 2 older brothers, were nowhere to be found. From this point forward Khal trained from his young age until now to become an expert archer. When Khal was 17, he met a female argonian
during training by the name of Dema Rivera, Him and Dema became good friends, and quickly fell in love. The two worked together in combat and were both adequate archers. Throughout Khal's life he had spotted 4 dragons, but was never brave enough to face one alone. Ever since Khal's first encounter with a dragon, a frost dragon at that, he has been terrified of them ever since.
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 and even more so that there are dragons! Dragons were thought of as fake, mythical, only a few mages knew there were dragons and fewer still that they were still around! Now they were all esacping to any other than here. He was even further convinced 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.......
IGN:imtifade
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:Mosty light rp server
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate:Around 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Hizara Taladin
Gender:Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Darker than normal almost black, tall, slinder, lon spines running across his head and red marks under eyes.
Fears: Dragons, closeqarters and the nether.
Personality: Quite, easy to provok, very loyal, and very high sense of chiverly
Occupation: Assassin and blade for hire
Skills: Stealth, bow expert, illustion, poision makeing, pick pocketing, lock picking, and one handed wepons
Nickname (Optional): Spine(he dosnt like it)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Please fair maden be off. *Remains silent*. Death await the
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in the black marsh with his many brothers and sisters. His twin brother being Veezara (The last shadowscale from skyrim.) Both being born under the shadow making them assassins from birth. After veezara set off to join the dark brotherhood hizara was the last shadowscaleleft to serve his people. The pressure got to him and after being sent on a contract to kill a argonian female (a trader) he ran. He ran to follow in his brother's footsteps and join the darkbrotherhood.
Typed from my phone please disregaurd any spelling errors.
Denied, please incorporate the dragons coming into your backstory, this is just after the first dragons were spotted.
The server takes place after the dragons were discovered!
ACCEPTED, finally, don't make me regret this and be an avid role-player.
RP example makes no sense, and the background needs to be better written.
OOC
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5 years.
Why Us: I play(ed) on WNC and enjoy Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 13 hours a week on average.
IC
Name: Ahzan Minhjan
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears ragged clothes yet his skin and face are kept relatively clean. His hands are rough from years of a life in the wild.
Fears: The Forsworn, Frost Trolls, and loss of freedom.
Personality: Generally quiet and reserved, but outgoing if the situation requires.
Occupation: Bandit
Skills: Keeping under the radar, smooth-talking his way out of situations, and precision with a bow.
Nickname (Optional): Zan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ahzan secured his bandana across his face as the aching sound of the boat hitting land shook the ship beneath him. The wood elf hurdled the side of the boat and his feet lightly touched the sand beneath him. He looked at the cavern entrance before him and began to make his way to it...carefully at first, but his pace quickened as he turned the tight corner into the opening of the cave. "Holy ****..." Ahzan pulled down his bandana and felt his heart pound in his chest as he looked over the vast riches. "Get in here you milk-drinkers! We're gonna need a bigger boat..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
IGN: Snugtr
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: None, but like the Fallout server, I want this to be my first! (Everyone starts somewhere.)
Why Us: I want a server that is awesome and can provide hours of entertainment.
Time You Can Dedicate: All my time that's not PS3 or homework.
IC
Name: Droon Lazo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Droon wears his father's hunting clothes, which are dark brown. He has blue eyes and brown hair. He also has a scar on the side of his face from his abusive mother.
Fears: He fears nothing that lives in the woods or ocean, but he is afraid of Skeletal Archers and the Undead.
Personality: Droon likes to be alone most of the time. He isn't shy, but he doesn't trust many people.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Hunting (both bow and sword) and Stealth
Nickname (Optional): Droon
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Droon is in the woods with his father when he was 10, learning to hunt*
Father: "Now Droon, let me show you how to take down an animal."
*Father's arrow flies straight into a deer's heart*
Droon: "Wow. How did you make it fly so perfectly?"
Father: "I've been practicing since I was your age, son. Why don't you have a try?"
*Droon spots a sleeping boar next to a cave, shoots, but misses and the arrow flies into the cave*
Father: "Well, at least it didn't wake that fat pig! I'll go kill it. We're feasting tonight!"
*Father walks over to the boar and a bear with the arrow stuck in its shoulder lumbers out of the cave*
Droon: "Father, watch out!"
*Father looks up at the bear*
Bear: "RAAAAAAWWWWRRRR!!"
*Father tries to run away, but the bear's paw nicks him in the leg*
*Droon runs over, grabs Father's knife from its sheath, and stabs the bear in the heart*
*The bear falls to the ground, immediately dead*
Father: "Droon! That was amazing! That bear damn-near ended my life!"
Droon: "I can't believe I did that! It was like some kind of instinct took over my body."
Father: "Well, that's probably a good thing, 'cause it seems like you can survive just about anything."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Droon was born and raised in a busy village near a forest. His father was a hunter, and his mother was a potion maker. When Droon's hands were big enough, his father gave him a sword and a bow to hold. Droon's father was very loving towards him, while his mother wanted nothing to do with him. Droon and her got in constant fights. When he was just 12, Droon's mother slashed him across the cheek with a knife. Droon's father saw and then made her leave them for good. By then, Droon's hunting skills were rapidly increasing, and he was bringing in more animals to the butcher than his father.
When he was 18, Droon's village was attacked by a group of giants. Since the village was mainly for business and trading, hardly anyone knew how to handle a weapon. Droon heard screaming outside and saw the hand of a giant scooping up someone that was standing on top of the mill. He called his father, and both of them took their trusted bows and knives. His father went to the front lines, dodging the giant clubs that were swinging down from 30 feet in the air. Droon was frantically looking for others to help with the fight. He found two mercenaries leaning on a wall, ignoring the commotion. (The mercenaries specialized in stealth.) Droon had to force them to help, and then all three went to the heat of the battle. Droon met up with his father, where they tried to take down the giants by shooting them in the face. The mercenaries climbed up buildings while being practically invisible, and then jumped on the giants and stabbing them to death. Eventually, after many casualties, the last giant fell. Droon found his father half-buried under a piece of rubble. On the verge of death, he said his last words to Droon, and then died. Droon mourns him to this day. The mercenaries, who were named Blak and Harry, became Droon's closest friends and allies. They taught him the art of stealth and the trio went on many successful hunting trips together. As time went on, Droon and the mercenaries grew apart. One day they left the village in search of work, for they had done none in almost two years. Droon started wandering into the mountains after that, in search of more challenging prey.
One day, while walking down a snowy slope, a dragon saw him and attacked. Droon took to cover, and rapidly fired his bow at the dragon's soft stomach. The dragon was raining fire on him, but the rock he hid behind did the job and protected him. The dragon got angry and dropped in low to try and snag Droon with his claw. Droon unsheathed his knife and plunged it into the dragon's stomach, piercing its intestines and killing it. The dragon dropped to the ground, dead, and Droon cut off its claws, and made daggers out of them. He remembers his father with every animal life he takes.
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Like I said I'm on my phone so ill probly get on my pc and rewrite it in tomarrow
Fixed*
You won't regret it
Denied no backstory or rp example, :/ O lol a malfunction.
Repost.
ACCEPTED, epic app my friend.
Yeah, for some reason pressing tab posted it 0.o
But it's done now, go look up there and check it for me :tongue.gif:
Try to add a paragraph* about who Ahzan* is, other than that good job.
DUDE,
Tamriel is the main continent in oblivion! You know, like where the last game was set?
MODFAIL xD
Ahzan* Sorry, its 1 AM and the only thing keeping me awake is full blast dubstep and mountain dew.
Cyrodiil is where the last game was set, Tamriel is the whole group of areas together ( Hammerfell, Morrowind, Blackmarsh...ect) :biggrin.gif:
I'll just add a background edit so I don't have to edit that up again.
Born into the thieves guild(Cyrodiil chapter), Ahzan was forced into crime throughout childhood, and it began to come naturally during his teens. However at the age of 16, due to a heist gone wrong, Ahzan killed two Imperial guards, which was against the guild's creed. Removed from his friends, family, and the only 'society' he could possibly adapt to, Ahzan spent the next 12 years getting himself into trouble.
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
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ME FAIL!
(But still a little mod fail)