ign: Dreadnaught95
location: USA
Age: 16
Why do you want to join: because i enjoyed Eterra
Do you understand the rules: yes same as before :biggrin.gif:
RP name: Insurgo
Race: Dark elf High elf mix
Class: Rouge
Worship: None, his parents were always arguing about there gods and he decided to stay neutral
Character Appearance: He wears black cloak and a hood with a half face mask he wears black gloves, he has purple eyes as a result of being mixed and has a grayish skin tone.
Character story: He was a Child born by two very opposite people. His mom was a high elf, and his dad was a dark elf. He lived in solitude most of his life as a result of his parents being exiled because there relationship was considered an abomination to there native races. He did not have a good relationship with his parents because he ussualy does the opposite of what they want. He ran away from his home at the age of 16 in search of independence, freedom, and friends. When he ran away he realized it was tough on his own, and as a result became a rouge. He is very rebellious and surprisingly social for being alone most of his life, he is charismatic, but doesn't do very good in large crowds.
In Game Name: CavDubstep Location: Australia Age: 17 Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it. How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences. Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas Character Age: 38 Race: Gaian Class: Laborer Worship (if any): Helo Faction: The Iron Horns Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.
Why do you want to join our server?: Something to do to keep me away from insufferable boredom.
How will you benefit our server?: Roleplay?
Do you understand the rules?:
Other Notes: I am busy as of late, and will likely not be on during the more active hours for a while.
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Roleplay Character Name: Equi
Race: Dracan Age: 29
Class: Templar
Worship: Draconis
Faction: >If there is a ruler needed for a Dracan faction, I'd like/take that< otherwise I'd like to stray away from choosing a side at this point.
Character Appearance: Marvelously white skin caused by her thin scales, long blonde hair, fair bust, fit, stands about 5'8", green irises, more fanged teeth than the average humans. Various outfits.
Character Personality: Equi has a presence that demands respect~ She is well spoken, and eloquent with her speech. She is a strong figure who is willing to speak out against something she dislikes. She presents herself with pride and confidence in herself and her skills as a speaker and warrior. She also handles alcohol quite badly with a weak resistance to it, though she adores white wines for their flavor.
Character Background Story: Equi was born into a family of Dracan Nobles. Her father was a Baron, and her mother obviously, a Baroness. They were however, both power hungry, and were constantly playing the game of politics to get the upper hand on the other nobles of the realm, at any cost.
As Equi grew up, she was raised mainly by the butler, Drajk, in her parents manor. Drajk tutored her in many things, teaching her etiquette and language, arithmetic, and the art of war. As she grew older, and so did Drajk, they became a strange sort of friends. Drajk was like a father to Equi... Her own father would never bother with her.
During her fifteenth year, Drajk did something that he would come to regret. Drajk began to show Equi the ill ways of her parents, and how they were wrong in their actions. Soon, Equi's mother Baroness Ksaisa caught word from one of the maids of the manor, and had Drajk executed for teaching her child to oppose her.
Equi was forced to watch Drajk's execution, which only made her resent her parent's more. She vowed revenge upon the dark figures that clouded her now. In her seventeenth year, Equi managed to find that her mother was cheating with one of the Duke's of the land. This was her chance to trigger the fall of her corrupt parents, and she would take that chance without a second thought. She went to her father with this news, and he, in an outrage, killed both his wife the Baroness, and the Duke she had been cheating with. He himself was executed for his actions.
Equi was now free to prove herself better than her foul parents, though their reputation would be a hard one to wash off. Over the years, she eventually did so by becoming a Templar under an order, of a previous king, that served Draconis. She was still nothing more special than a well educated noble girl trying to swing a mace when she joined however.
She had a hard time learning her way about the sword, shield, and ways of combat. Often times she would injure or make a fool of herself. Her life in the order was harsh and unforgiving, many days spent strenuously, and many nights spent uncomfortably with bruises and cuts.
After years of training, she came to know the art of combat well. There were still others in her order that could best her without as much as lifting a finger, but she was among the betters there thanks to her efforts. She had earned herself a name among the people, a name that put her mother and father to shame seven fold. (The rest will be determined on the outcome of whether or not I become royalty :tongue.gif:)
IGN Name: Groskvalen
Location: Sweden! ftw
Age:21
Why do you want to join our server?: Well, I've never done rping in minecraft and I would love to try it with you guys<3
How would you benefit our server?: I'm a veteran role player and I can help everyone have a awesome time.
Do you understand the rules? I do! :blink.gif:
Rp Character name: Paul Weed
Race:Gaian
Class:Laborer
Worship: Aquarion and Azreal
Character appearance: 45 years young. A dark tall man who's beginning to get a balding.
Character Story: Paul was born onboard the great trading vessel: The riddled Maiden. With his mother as captain he quickly grew up to be a great sailor and carpenter, but destiny had other plans for paul thought he would spend the rest of his days on the sea. on one faithful night The Riddled Maiden got attacked by a feroucious band of pirates. During the battle, Paul was knocked down from the ship into the stormy sea. He used all his strength to climb up the side of the ship. Exhausted, he crawled over the railing to find that the battle was over. The trading vessel had been victorious, but at a great cost. His mother, the captain had been gravely injured and had lost one of her legs to the pirates. Paul who cared very much about his mother forbid her to set sail again. so she sold the ship and bought a little quaint house in Gaia where they live her life out in peace. but where one story ends, another begins. And now the story of Paul Weed will begin.
IGN Name: Groskvalen
Location: Sweden! ftw
Age:21
Why do you want to join our server?: Well, I've never done rping in minecraft and I would love to try it with you guys<3
How would you benefit our server?: I'm a veteran role player and I can help everyone have a awesome time.
Do you understand the rules? I do! :blink.gif:
Rp Character name: Paul Weed
Race:Gaian
Class:Laborer
Worship: Aquarion and Azreal
Character appearance: 45 years young. A dark tall man who's beginning to get a balding.
Character Story: Paul was born onboard the great trading vessel: The riddled Maiden. With his mother as captain he quickly grew up to be a great sailor and carpenter, but destiny had other plans for paul thought he would spend the rest of his days on the sea. on one faithful night The Riddled Maiden got attacked by a feroucious band of pirates. During the battle, Paul was knocked down from the ship into the stormy sea. He used all his strength to climb up the side of the ship. Exhausted, he crawled over the railing to find that the battle was over. The trading vessel had been victorious, but at a great cost. His mother, the captain had been gravely injured and had lost one of her legs to the pirates. Paul who cared very much about his mother forbid her to set sail again. so she sold the ship and bought a little quaint house in Gaia where they live her life out in peace. but where one story ends, another begins. And now the story of Paul Weed will begin.
Location: Half an inch above my left wrist bone, Michigan.
Age: 18
Why do you want to join our server?: BECAUSE I CAN. <3 Eterra is a bust, and, well, I helped with this one. I enjoy the people that are joining's rp company.
How will you benefit our server?: Providing a good RP experience, and helping out newer players. That will be needed. Some of the cities are really confusing.
Do you understand the rules?: You know it ;D <3 :tongue.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Clarice Altraice
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: FEMALE D<
Class: Priestess/Farmer
Worship: Harmonia and Arborius specially, but the rest of the gods as well.
Faction: We haven't made one for the priests and priestesses yet.
Character Appearance: A 5' 9" Black-haired elf with blue eyes, a cheery, round face, and a peaceful disposition. The elf was born with undersized ears, so she only has a slightly above human hearing level. They stick straight out, but her hair is too thick for them to penetrate. She has a moderate physique which her black dress and red medic corset fit nicely on. She wears black knee-high boots with red soles. Despite being covered nearly head to toe in black, she doesn't like the color, and only wears it because it's easy to clean without worrying too much about stains. Her prefered colors are white and light blue, quite the opposite of what adorns her.
Character Background Story: Clarice was born to two herbalogical geniuses, living in a log cabin in the snowy mountains. They taught her all the tricks of growing under ground; perfectly in balance with Vulcan's heat and Arborius' loving care. They ran a small apothecary that sold exotic cures and toxins. She would occasionally and clumsily spill one onto the floor and make herself ill, to which her parents always seemed to have a remedy. To prevent injury, however, they moved all the poisons to the highest shelves, hidden behind their respective remedies. Clarice would have to be TRYING to kill herself in order to reach them. This method of organization imprinted itself on Clarice's mind, so her first idea to deal with something dangerous was to put it up and out of the way.
Her parents, Aella and Diodotus always taught her that true happiness can not be found without inner peace, and that the gods love us all, for we are their children. She used to stray from that mindset, but after her life changed, that was the only thing she had left to hold on to. It is the virtue that drives her to be kind and spread the peace to everyone she sees. It is unfortunate that she could not get to the leaders of Elves and Dwarves in the past, because she believes wholeheartedly that if they'd just understood the gods, none of them would have started the wars that kill people.
On a night known as Deus Ambulant Terra(more commonly known nowadays as the night of the harvest moon), Cryptis came with his son, Chitin to the city in close proximity to her. She never knew the name, only that it existed. It laid beyond a forest, which wolves were known to inhabit, although she'd never seen any. Cryptis went and burned the houses of that town, spilled their blood with the most terrifying monsters in existance. Chitin laid pestilence on whatever unfortunate soul survived the event. The inexperienced god spread his sorrow farther than Cryptis, and it reached the Altraice's humble cabin. It laid Clarice up for a week, and her parents up for a lifetime. They died shortly after Clarice's recovery. They didn't get their final words with her. Harmonia and Endis spared her, seeing her innocence and faithfulness to the religion. Clarice is one hundred percent convinced that is what saved her. She was pure, good, and perfectly willing to be a tool to their word. Clarice would be needed in time to come. She vowed to always answer potential signs.
She buried her parents close to the farm. It was one of their loves, and she figured they'd want to be close to the fruits of their labor. Clarice moved into her parent's bedroom, and spent all of her time tilling, planting, harvesting, hoeing; the herbs, wheat, and fungi she grew needed all of her time and energy. Through continuing the farm, she felt as if she came to know all of the gods better. She did not mind it. If she had any spare time left, she would go into another city, sell her excess, and purchase religious reading or loom work. Weaving was a hobby very similar to farming that she liked to pick up. The soft fabric felt good beneath her fingers.
On one of her return trips, she saw a little girl with her head buried in her knees; crying at her door and shivering. Clarice walked up to her and set her bags down.
The girl's name was Ruby, and she was poorly dressed for the environment. She was the only known survivor of her village, across the forest. She'd been living there for a while with her wolf-pack, but after the rain/snow, the scent was too diluted for her to pick back up. Clarice took this as a sign, invited her into her home, and put her to sleep in her own bed.
The little girl had lost her parents, run away from the slaughter, and been caught in Chitin's diseased throes. Lunidia protected her, and gave her the strength to make it deep into the forest. She was unafraid of the wolves that surrounded her, with good reason. They nursed her back to health and tried to teach her to hunt. They succeeded, but the awkwardness of humanity can never be completely trained out, and she strayed too far from home, which is where Clarice found her.
Maybe it was loneliness, maybe it was some unearthly connection, maybe it was perfection of personalities, but Clarice felt the love of a parent as she nursed Ruby back to health; the snowy climate took a huge toll on her. After she was healthy, Ruby went out and tried to find her wolven companions. She never found them again, and Clarice was happy to accept her into her home. She tried to teach Ruby her parents' craft, but the girl was too energetic and curious about the world around her. The child always wandered off, sometimes getting lost, other times getting hurt. Clarice gave up on keeping her charge near to her, and trusted the gods to bring her home safe. They succeeded every time.
One fateful day, she received a message from the distraught Ryersen, brother to Adina, the Wood Elf queen. The latter-mentioned woman had fallen terribly ill, and none of the healers in town were sufficient. They were about to ask High Elves for help, when the royal council caught wind of an independent apothecary far away from home. Clarice agreed to go and tend to the sick queen, on the condition that Ruby were allowed to come with her. The child was of boundless curiosity and despite the poison's location, she managed to infect herself with every single one. She feared what damage Ruby could do to herself in the home with no one to supervise her. Ryersen agreed, grateful, and brought them to Elduen.
Both Ruby and Clarice were awestruck at the Wood Elven village's size. They built it entirely in the trees, and concealed so many things. It was a labyrinth. Aquarion and Arborious would approve highly. There was no time, though. Clarice went to see the queen immediately.
The situation looked bleak. She was restless, and highly fevered. Her skin held a greenish tint beyond her beautiful face. After an in-depth analysis, Clarice noticed something that no one else had found; the grotesque details of which you will be spared. Essentially though, she had an infection in her stomach and there were larvae implanted there. Her body was trying to fight them both. Had Clarice come later, the woman would not have made it. She got to work on creating the perfect balance of poison, antibiotic, and strength potion for her body. If the larvae were allowed to hatch, she would die. The poison had to be quick and effective.
She ended up using a poison derived from fermented spider's eyes and zombie flesh sweat. It was disgusting and toxic, but combined with a strength potion, usnea, and melon nectar, the concoction was tolerable. The woman made a full recovery, and thanked Clarice profusely. She was free to leave, and if they needed anything medicinal, they knew to call on her again.
A few months later, Ryersen came back, and called upon them. She'd been receiving letters occasionally asking for advice, and getting more callers for health problems lately, but Ryersen himself had not come for quite some time. He delivered her a letter, asking if she'd like to come to the village as a priestess and healer teacher. Clarice accepted, bringing Ruby along.
There she met Tens'l Quickwing, a blacksmith with an infected thumb. He was wandering villages with his four friends. They had settled in an abandoned village near Elduen. He fell ill, and the group knew not what to do. Ryersen had come to investigate their presence, and decided to summon Clarice. She fixed up his thumb, and he recovered quickly. As the only wood elf in the group, he was the only one able to walk into town without arousing suspicion. He saw Clarice more frequently, sometimes accidental, more times on purpose. He charmed her, and her now-adoptive daughter. He was allowed to move in, due to his Wood-elven blood. The two make frequent visits to the mostly-abandoned village on the outskirts of town. They had to move on, and find greener pastures, more ores to mine, more lumber to chop (because the elves did not appreciate them taking their ores and the foundation to their houses). Clarice and Tens'l stayed behind, they had positions in town and couldn't easily journey away. They knew in their hearts, however, that their friends would return one day.
In Game Name: SGTliger
Location: USA utah
Age: 13
Why do you want to join our server?: Because I was in the old one and it was awesome!
How will you benefit our server?: I am a good Rper and fighter
Do you understand the rules?: Yes I do
Roleplay Character Name: Vexdar Vierra
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Hunter
Worship (if any): None
Faction: Vetus Voci
Character Appearance: Small, Buff, wears a hood at all times, skin, in his teens, normal skin, very green eyes, bald, burn marks all over arms and chest.
Character Background Story: Vexdar Vierra was always the small kid. Even though he was fast and could do a lot of things better then people they still picked on him. So one night he decided he'd run away. I ran out of the gates as fast as he could. He stopped about a mile away from Haven. He decided he'd go to sleep on a rock. In the morning he was awoken by a small dog. The dog would not leave his side so he decided to keep it. He named him Ghiram, he taught Ghiram how to attack and to defend. They practiced on wild livestock. Soon Ghiram became very large and very buff. But one day he cam across a camp. It was a strange camp and it didn't look occupied so he went in. Soon hands where around his waste and he was trapped. As Vex trained him Ghiram attacked but stood no chance against the machete the man was carrrying. Soon enough Ghiram was sliced in the neck and was whimpering. Furious I reached for my bow and shot it at him right in the head. I stole his goods and ran crying. I will always remember Ghiram and I will always remember that dirty, filthy man that killed him. Now I will kill all the bandits I see. Grown up I went back to Haven to discover my mom and dad were dead not caring much I looked for a new dog I came across one in the store so I bought it and named her Ghira I trained her and soon she was very strong now we are unstoppable.
In Game Name:hoohoo4
Location:USA
Age:14
Why do you want to join our server?:I was on Ettera and there is a migration to here.
How will you benefit our server?:I will be a regular player and abide by the rules.
Do you understand the rules?:100% :laugh.gif:
Roleplay Character Name:Hoover Foursive
Race:Woodland Elf
Class:Blacksmith
Worship (if any):Secret
Faction:Rogue for now
Character Appearance:Slender and tall Woodland Elf with a sharp nose and pointed ears, dark brown hair, grey-blue eyes, Green clothing
Character Background Story:Was raised in the trees as a child, and repaired his families tool and bows. His race used bows but he took a liking to swords and axes. Seen as an out cast for his preference of melee weapons, he left his forest to live in a city as a blacksmith, and hoping to eventually join the city guard. On his way to the city a dark shadow appeared and he blacked out. He awoke on the ground on the same spot he was before, and nothing seemed to have changed, so he continued on to town and soon forgot of his strange encounter.
In Game Name: CavDubstep
Location: Australia
Age: 17
Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it.
How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences.
Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas
Character Age: 38
Race: Gaian
Class: Laborer
Worship (if any): Helo
Faction: The Iron Horns
Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.
IGN Name:Firey727
Location: Use eastern
Age:16
Why do you want to join our server?:been looking for an rp server
How would you benefit our server?:great rper on starcraft 2 so this should not be harder
Do you understand the rules?: yes the rules are fair
Rp Character name: Patrick Phoenix
Race: Half Wood elf/Half Norns
Class:Hunter
Worship: (if any) Does not believe in gods
Faction:
Character appearance: His skin is as pale as the snow, has large muscle unlike normal wood elves. He is about 5'5" (unless elves are smaller then that) Has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing an assassin's robs, a part of it covering his mouth. Has pointed ears like an elf.
Character Story: Being a cross breed of wood elf and Norn. He had grow up with people hating him. The nords, wood elfs,and high elfs(they just hate him because they are high elfs) hate him and want him dead. His mother and father was killed because of there kid. He is now 20 years old and is an assassin and is out to take revenge agains the ones that killed his mother and father.
ign: Dreadnaught95
location: USA
Age: 16
Why do you want to join: because i enjoyed Eterra
Do you understand the rules: yes same as before :biggrin.gif:
RP name: Insurgo
Race: Dark elf High elf mix
Class: Rouge
Worship: None, his parents were always arguing about there gods and he decided to stay neutral
Character Appearance: He wears black cloak and a hood with a half face mask he wears black gloves, he has purple eyes as a result of being mixed and has a grayish skin tone.
Character story: He was a Child born by two very opposite people. His mom was a high elf, and his dad was a dark elf. He lived in solitude most of his life as a result of his parents being exiled because there relationship was considered an abomination to there native races. He did not have a good relationship with his parents because he ussualy does the opposite of what they want. He ran away from his home at the age of 16 in search of independence, freedom, and friends. When he ran away he realized it was tough on his own, and as a result became a rouge. He is very rebellious and surprisingly social for being alone most of his life, he is charismatic, but doesn't do very good in large crowds.
Location: Australia
Age: 17
Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it.
How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences.
Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas
Character Age: 38
Race: Gaian
Class: Laborer
Worship (if any): Helo
Faction: The Iron Horns
Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.
Pacter and I want to be a religious order that worships all of the gods. Does that make us a faction, or would we just exist within another faction?
Location: -7
Age: 15
Why do you want to join our server?: Something to do to keep me away from insufferable boredom.
How will you benefit our server?: Roleplay?
Do you understand the rules?:
Other Notes: I am busy as of late, and will likely not be on during the more active hours for a while.
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Roleplay Character Name: Equi
Race: Dracan
Age: 29
Class: Templar
Worship: Draconis
Faction: >If there is a ruler needed for a Dracan faction, I'd like/take that< otherwise I'd like to stray away from choosing a side at this point.
Character Appearance: Marvelously white skin caused by her thin scales, long blonde hair, fair bust, fit, stands about 5'8", green irises, more fanged teeth than the average humans. Various outfits.
Character Personality: Equi has a presence that demands respect~ She is well spoken, and eloquent with her speech. She is a strong figure who is willing to speak out against something she dislikes. She presents herself with pride and confidence in herself and her skills as a speaker and warrior. She also handles alcohol quite badly with a weak resistance to it, though she adores white wines for their flavor.
Character Background Story: Equi was born into a family of Dracan Nobles. Her father was a Baron, and her mother obviously, a Baroness. They were however, both power hungry, and were constantly playing the game of politics to get the upper hand on the other nobles of the realm, at any cost.
As Equi grew up, she was raised mainly by the butler, Drajk, in her parents manor. Drajk tutored her in many things, teaching her etiquette and language, arithmetic, and the art of war. As she grew older, and so did Drajk, they became a strange sort of friends. Drajk was like a father to Equi... Her own father would never bother with her.
During her fifteenth year, Drajk did something that he would come to regret. Drajk began to show Equi the ill ways of her parents, and how they were wrong in their actions. Soon, Equi's mother Baroness Ksaisa caught word from one of the maids of the manor, and had Drajk executed for teaching her child to oppose her.
Equi was forced to watch Drajk's execution, which only made her resent her parent's more. She vowed revenge upon the dark figures that clouded her now.
In her seventeenth year, Equi managed to find that her mother was cheating with one of the Duke's of the
land. This was her chance to trigger the fall of her corrupt parents, and she would take that chance without a second thought. She went to her father with this news, and he, in an outrage, killed both his wife the Baroness, and the Duke she had been cheating with. He himself was executed for his actions.
Equi was now free to prove herself better than her foul parents, though their reputation would be a hard one to wash off. Over the years, she eventually did so by becoming a Templar under an order, of a previous king, that served Draconis. She was still nothing more special than a well educated noble girl trying to swing a mace when she joined however.
She had a hard time learning her way about the sword, shield, and ways of combat. Often times she would injure or make a fool of herself. Her life in the order was harsh and unforgiving, many days spent strenuously, and many nights spent uncomfortably with bruises and cuts.
After years of training, she came to know the art of combat well. There were still others in her order that could best her without as much as lifting a finger, but she was among the betters there thanks to her efforts. She had earned herself a name among the people, a name that put her mother and father to shame seven fold. (The rest will be determined on the outcome of whether or not I become royalty :tongue.gif:)
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Location: Half an inch above my left wrist bone, Michigan.
Age: 18
Why do you want to join our server?: BECAUSE I CAN. <3 Eterra is a bust, and, well, I helped with this one. I enjoy the people that are joining's rp company.
How will you benefit our server?: Providing a good RP experience, and helping out newer players. That will be needed. Some of the cities are really confusing.
Do you understand the rules?: You know it ;D <3 :tongue.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Clarice Altraice
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: FEMALE D<
Class: Priestess/Farmer
Worship: Harmonia and Arborius specially, but the rest of the gods as well.
Faction: We haven't made one for the priests and priestesses yet.
Character Appearance: A 5' 9" Black-haired elf with blue eyes, a cheery, round face, and a peaceful disposition. The elf was born with undersized ears, so she only has a slightly above human hearing level. They stick straight out, but her hair is too thick for them to penetrate. She has a moderate physique which her black dress and red medic corset fit nicely on. She wears black knee-high boots with red soles. Despite being covered nearly head to toe in black, she doesn't like the color, and only wears it because it's easy to clean without worrying too much about stains. Her prefered colors are white and light blue, quite the opposite of what adorns her.
Character Background Story: Clarice was born to two herbalogical geniuses, living in a log cabin in the snowy mountains. They taught her all the tricks of growing under ground; perfectly in balance with Vulcan's heat and Arborius' loving care. They ran a small apothecary that sold exotic cures and toxins. She would occasionally and clumsily spill one onto the floor and make herself ill, to which her parents always seemed to have a remedy. To prevent injury, however, they moved all the poisons to the highest shelves, hidden behind their respective remedies. Clarice would have to be TRYING to kill herself in order to reach them. This method of organization imprinted itself on Clarice's mind, so her first idea to deal with something dangerous was to put it up and out of the way.
Her parents, Aella and Diodotus always taught her that true happiness can not be found without inner peace, and that the gods love us all, for we are their children. She used to stray from that mindset, but after her life changed, that was the only thing she had left to hold on to. It is the virtue that drives her to be kind and spread the peace to everyone she sees. It is unfortunate that she could not get to the leaders of Elves and Dwarves in the past, because she believes wholeheartedly that if they'd just understood the gods, none of them would have started the wars that kill people.
On a night known as Deus Ambulant Terra(more commonly known nowadays as the night of the harvest moon), Cryptis came with his son, Chitin to the city in close proximity to her. She never knew the name, only that it existed. It laid beyond a forest, which wolves were known to inhabit, although she'd never seen any. Cryptis went and burned the houses of that town, spilled their blood with the most terrifying monsters in existance. Chitin laid pestilence on whatever unfortunate soul survived the event. The inexperienced god spread his sorrow farther than Cryptis, and it reached the Altraice's humble cabin. It laid Clarice up for a week, and her parents up for a lifetime. They died shortly after Clarice's recovery. They didn't get their final words with her. Harmonia and Endis spared her, seeing her innocence and faithfulness to the religion. Clarice is one hundred percent convinced that is what saved her. She was pure, good, and perfectly willing to be a tool to their word. Clarice would be needed in time to come. She vowed to always answer potential signs.
She buried her parents close to the farm. It was one of their loves, and she figured they'd want to be close to the fruits of their labor. Clarice moved into her parent's bedroom, and spent all of her time tilling, planting, harvesting, hoeing; the herbs, wheat, and fungi she grew needed all of her time and energy. Through continuing the farm, she felt as if she came to know all of the gods better. She did not mind it. If she had any spare time left, she would go into another city, sell her excess, and purchase religious reading or loom work. Weaving was a hobby very similar to farming that she liked to pick up. The soft fabric felt good beneath her fingers.
On one of her return trips, she saw a little girl with her head buried in her knees; crying at her door and shivering. Clarice walked up to her and set her bags down.
The girl's name was Ruby, and she was poorly dressed for the environment. She was the only known survivor of her village, across the forest. She'd been living there for a while with her wolf-pack, but after the rain/snow, the scent was too diluted for her to pick back up. Clarice took this as a sign, invited her into her home, and put her to sleep in her own bed.
The little girl had lost her parents, run away from the slaughter, and been caught in Chitin's diseased throes. Lunidia protected her, and gave her the strength to make it deep into the forest. She was unafraid of the wolves that surrounded her, with good reason. They nursed her back to health and tried to teach her to hunt. They succeeded, but the awkwardness of humanity can never be completely trained out, and she strayed too far from home, which is where Clarice found her.
Maybe it was loneliness, maybe it was some unearthly connection, maybe it was perfection of personalities, but Clarice felt the love of a parent as she nursed Ruby back to health; the snowy climate took a huge toll on her. After she was healthy, Ruby went out and tried to find her wolven companions. She never found them again, and Clarice was happy to accept her into her home. She tried to teach Ruby her parents' craft, but the girl was too energetic and curious about the world around her. The child always wandered off, sometimes getting lost, other times getting hurt. Clarice gave up on keeping her charge near to her, and trusted the gods to bring her home safe. They succeeded every time.
One fateful day, she received a message from the distraught Ryersen, brother to Adina, the Wood Elf queen. The latter-mentioned woman had fallen terribly ill, and none of the healers in town were sufficient. They were about to ask High Elves for help, when the royal council caught wind of an independent apothecary far away from home. Clarice agreed to go and tend to the sick queen, on the condition that Ruby were allowed to come with her. The child was of boundless curiosity and despite the poison's location, she managed to infect herself with every single one. She feared what damage Ruby could do to herself in the home with no one to supervise her. Ryersen agreed, grateful, and brought them to Elduen.
Both Ruby and Clarice were awestruck at the Wood Elven village's size. They built it entirely in the trees, and concealed so many things. It was a labyrinth. Aquarion and Arborious would approve highly. There was no time, though. Clarice went to see the queen immediately.
The situation looked bleak. She was restless, and highly fevered. Her skin held a greenish tint beyond her beautiful face. After an in-depth analysis, Clarice noticed something that no one else had found; the grotesque details of which you will be spared. Essentially though, she had an infection in her stomach and there were larvae implanted there. Her body was trying to fight them both. Had Clarice come later, the woman would not have made it. She got to work on creating the perfect balance of poison, antibiotic, and strength potion for her body. If the larvae were allowed to hatch, she would die. The poison had to be quick and effective.
She ended up using a poison derived from fermented spider's eyes and zombie flesh sweat. It was disgusting and toxic, but combined with a strength potion, usnea, and melon nectar, the concoction was tolerable. The woman made a full recovery, and thanked Clarice profusely. She was free to leave, and if they needed anything medicinal, they knew to call on her again.
A few months later, Ryersen came back, and called upon them. She'd been receiving letters occasionally asking for advice, and getting more callers for health problems lately, but Ryersen himself had not come for quite some time. He delivered her a letter, asking if she'd like to come to the village as a priestess and healer teacher. Clarice accepted, bringing Ruby along.
There she met Tens'l Quickwing, a blacksmith with an infected thumb. He was wandering villages with his four friends. They had settled in an abandoned village near Elduen. He fell ill, and the group knew not what to do. Ryersen had come to investigate their presence, and decided to summon Clarice. She fixed up his thumb, and he recovered quickly. As the only wood elf in the group, he was the only one able to walk into town without arousing suspicion. He saw Clarice more frequently, sometimes accidental, more times on purpose. He charmed her, and her now-adoptive daughter. He was allowed to move in, due to his Wood-elven blood. The two make frequent visits to the mostly-abandoned village on the outskirts of town. They had to move on, and find greener pastures, more ores to mine, more lumber to chop (because the elves did not appreciate them taking their ores and the foundation to their houses). Clarice and Tens'l stayed behind, they had positions in town and couldn't easily journey away. They knew in their hearts, however, that their friends would return one day.
mabye friday but it depends on wehter they have test or school stuff scine most of them are in collage.
Accepted, we dont have a special faction for draconians right now, but maybe you could rise up and be their leader? :cool.gif:
Hmm, ill look into it, but yeah i think that wouldn't be a faction. Ill look into it, see what i can do. Check back later,IGN Name: Groskvalen
Declined, Need more character appearance detail, thats all,In Game Name: Willowwhip
Location: Half an inch above my left wrist bone, Michigan.
Accepted, oh michigan, the glove state :tongue.gif:.
Amazing app btw!
Accepted! D and D FTW!
Repost?
Location: USA utah
Age: 13
Why do you want to join our server?: Because I was in the old one and it was awesome!
How will you benefit our server?: I am a good Rper and fighter
Do you understand the rules?: Yes I do
Roleplay Character Name: Vexdar Vierra
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Hunter
Worship (if any): None
Faction: Vetus Voci
Character Appearance: Small, Buff, wears a hood at all times, skin, in his teens, normal skin, very green eyes, bald, burn marks all over arms and chest.
Character Background Story: Vexdar Vierra was always the small kid. Even though he was fast and could do a lot of things better then people they still picked on him. So one night he decided he'd run away. I ran out of the gates as fast as he could. He stopped about a mile away from Haven. He decided he'd go to sleep on a rock. In the morning he was awoken by a small dog. The dog would not leave his side so he decided to keep it. He named him Ghiram, he taught Ghiram how to attack and to defend. They practiced on wild livestock. Soon Ghiram became very large and very buff. But one day he cam across a camp. It was a strange camp and it didn't look occupied so he went in. Soon hands where around his waste and he was trapped. As Vex trained him Ghiram attacked but stood no chance against the machete the man was carrrying. Soon enough Ghiram was sliced in the neck and was whimpering. Furious I reached for my bow and shot it at him right in the head. I stole his goods and ran crying. I will always remember Ghiram and I will always remember that dirty, filthy man that killed him. Now I will kill all the bandits I see. Grown up I went back to Haven to discover my mom and dad were dead not caring much I looked for a new dog I came across one in the store so I bought it and named her Ghira I trained her and soon she was very strong now we are unstoppable.
READ THE RULESSSSSS.
Location:USA
Age:14
Why do you want to join our server?:I was on Ettera and there is a migration to here.
How will you benefit our server?:I will be a regular player and abide by the rules.
Do you understand the rules?:100% :laugh.gif:
Roleplay Character Name:Hoover Foursive
Race:Woodland Elf
Class:Blacksmith
Worship (if any):Secret
Faction:Rogue for now
Character Appearance:Slender and tall Woodland Elf with a sharp nose and pointed ears, dark brown hair, grey-blue eyes, Green clothing
Character Background Story:Was raised in the trees as a child, and repaired his families tool and bows. His race used bows but he took a liking to swords and axes. Seen as an out cast for his preference of melee weapons, he left his forest to live in a city as a blacksmith, and hoping to eventually join the city guard. On his way to the city a dark shadow appeared and he blacked out. He awoke on the ground on the same spot he was before, and nothing seemed to have changed, so he continued on to town and soon forgot of his strange encounter.
Accepted! Secret worship huh?In Game Name: SGTliger
Accepted, finally!
Damn. I was afraid you would say that.
Location: Australia
Age: 17
Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it.
How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences.
Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas
Character Age: 38
Race: Gaian
Class: Laborer
Worship (if any): Helo
Faction: The Iron Horns
Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.
Location: Use eastern
Age:16
Why do you want to join our server?:been looking for an rp server
How would you benefit our server?:great rper on starcraft 2 so this should not be harder
Do you understand the rules?: yes the rules are fair
Rp Character name: Patrick Phoenix
Race: Half Wood elf/Half Norns
Class:Hunter
Worship: (if any) Does not believe in gods
Faction:
Character appearance: His skin is as pale as the snow, has large muscle unlike normal wood elves. He is about 5'5" (unless elves are smaller then that) Has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing an assassin's robs, a part of it covering his mouth. Has pointed ears like an elf.
Character Story: Being a cross breed of wood elf and Norn. He had grow up with people hating him. The nords, wood elfs,and high elfs(they just hate him because they are high elfs) hate him and want him dead. His mother and father was killed because of there kid. He is now 20 years old and is an assassin and is out to take revenge agains the ones that killed his mother and father.