-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): nah mate that's private
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Multiple servers, for the past two years.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:Not letting the other person react for example (Kills Cris) without giving them a chance
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:Taking out of character knowledge and bringing it IC
----IC Info----
-Character name: Bellatrix Swayne.
-Character race: Half human( from her mother's side) half Dark Elf (from their father's side
-Character age: 21
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): nope
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
She is shorter than many dark elves, 5”3 long shiny white hair falling at her hips, soft blue eyes that match her mother's, her skin tone a deep purple. Her style is not extremely feminine, a long coat with a gray shirt underneath. brown pants and black boots, golden earrings, two on her left ear and one on her right. s pair of golden rimmed goggles with purple lenses.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.): She is very closed off. Not one to open up to people, She is not one to happily go about life, her humor is dark, She is cruel to others, she rarely shows mercy. if she ever shows kindness it will be little. though polite, she can be wicked and greedy. She can be highly sarcastic and cynical.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):She grew up in a noble house, secluded in a large field next to a river, Father Aldyrr, and Mother Maria. A noble family, from the outside they were a perfect family. They were famous for their family's Shipping and Brewing co.
Bellatrix was always with her brother with whatever he was doing, reading, and most importantly causing trouble. The amount of times she was caught was much less than not, Her Mother would be furious the more it happened. her Father would try not to get involved.
At the age of ten amongst her day to day activities, her Father started training Her and her brother, Bellatrix was trained in more of the illegal ways of silent killing and lockpicking pick pocketing. Quill was trained in the more legal side with things such as Though they were both also trained in the ways of agility, stealth and the art of the swiftblade. But was not to tell her Mother, Her mother would let her adventure, Climb trees. But if she found out Bellatrix was being trained as A killer by Her Father? Her mother would most likely snap.
At the age of seventeen Bellatrix was told that her Father was not the man he told everyone he was. Of course Bellatrix knew He wasn't a good man so to say. A wonderful Father. But A liar and a thief.
Her Mother had thought he has stopped His pirating when The twins were born, but she was wrong. He had never stopped. He would lie when he left. It was always for business. But That wasn't the full truth.
A few months after Bellatrix turned eighteen, her mother found out about the training, Her mother was furious, Her parents fought for hours. Her and her brother unsure of what was to happen. A door finally slammed shut, the kids ran to the window to see their father walking away, Bellatrix went outside to talk to him while her brother went to talk to their mother.
He told Bellatrix that he was just leaving for a month on one of his ‘business trips’ giving her mother plenty of time to cool off and try to understand where he was coming from, but she knew what was really going on. He was leaving on a pirating mission... He gave her a key for a small chest in his office. He said to open it if he didn’t come back. one last hug, and he left.
A month passed, Then two, then three... Their mother never left her room… She must have felt bad. on the fourth month there is a knock at the door, A man, well dressed for that matter. he held a note… a note saying her father was gone. Bellatrix looked over the note carefully. blinking back tears. She thanked the man. He gave Bellatrix his best wishes,and Bellatrix was left to tell her family.
She sat in her father's office for a few hours going through his things. learning what she could about him. Taking her father’s journal and the wrist mount bow found in the chest. putting the things into her bag. she heads to her room a bag on the floor few things packed for her plans to leave and falls asleep.
That night bellatrix awoke to her brother desperately shaking her to wake up and smoke starting to fill the room. She picks up her bag, throws a few things into it and runs out with him. But before her brother could run back to save their mother the house collapses, the fire reaches the brewery setting off an explosion. what the twins didn’t know what that In the night in anger their mother hit a lamp to the floor to start the fire
The next morning Bellatrix left, with no words to her brother. She left to forget her family and block out what she once cared about. The next 3 years of her life were spent not speaking of her parents and avoiding her brother, her smiles became rare, the real ones at least. She wouldn't spend much time on relationships, she became more angry, attacking you if you called her Bella, that being her family's number one nickname for her as a kid. She is not one to live in the past, And now she is 21, and finding a place to stop running.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
She would chase after the kid, once they are out of the kingdom she grabs the back of the kids jacket lifting him up. with her free hand she holds the blade of a knife to his neck and mutters “Give me back my money.” The kid is about to scream and she continues, “scream and I slit your throat before you finish.” The kid drops then money pouch on the grass, she walks to a close by river and tosses him into the cold water. walking back, he picks up her money and returns to the market.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
She would walk up to the wolves and slowly kneels at their side. The wolf mother would try and stand to defend her children “Shh, It's okay,” She whispers to the wolf Holding her hand out, letting The wolf sniff her. The wolf lays down and sighs. “I’m sorry” Bellatrix would mutter. She would Pull out a knife and Stab it into The wolf's heart. Bellatrix would pick up the three fur lumps and Trade them in for money to a hunter who she knew wanted some hunting partners.
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have been roleplaying a few minecraft servers, for example pumpkin_patch when it was in it's prime. Out side of minecraft, my rp'ing skills are pretty unexplored.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power-gaming is deciding actions on your own. It could be, you said /me lockpicking chest open. Multiple factors would be ignored by doing that. Did you have the skill required to do so? The chest was maybe enchanted to not be open "easily"? Lockingpicking wouldn't just take a second to pull off
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
When you take outside information and imploment it into the game. For example getting information about a character or item, then exploiting it once inside the game. Using knowledge not obtained from the game.
----IC Info---- -Character name: Hagas Tordynnar
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 26
-Character Occupation:
Wanderer. Picking up work where ever he can.
-Character description(At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Being an average human at 5 feet 6 inches. With white'ish grey'ish hair and gotten a more sun "baked" skin color because of his travels. Not staying at one place for too long, he carries only essentials with him. A sturdi rucksack and leathery clothes for easier movement.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Hagas hasn't got a laud personlity. Not saying much and mostly keeping to himself. Hiding his identity and being on the run has left him quite alone, only ever trusted in himself, thus has a hard time trusting others. The only thing he is interested in is to find his old home again and hopefully his mother.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Being found alone in the forest beneath the great city of the high elves, by an elven lady. Taking pity on this little helpless cub, the high elf took him in to her own home in a nearby village. This vallage was one for the dark elves, but they didn't mind having a high elf raising a human among them. They were taken in with open arms, and because she was alone with the child, they even helped raise him like an elf.
The high elf, Valindra, named the child Hagas Tordynnar. Hagas after her father and Tordynnar was her family name.
When the boy had turned 14 and was sound asleep, the orcs came. Many were slaughtered and more were greatly injured. The villages which were hit first suffered the most, one of them was his home. Like a lightning on a summersday the orcs invaded. In the middle of the night hundreds of orc suddenly stormed in to the village. Everyone who was too slow to run away they killed, they took everything and burned everything down to the roots. Last thing he remembers is his mother fiddling with her locket and then a sudden flash of blue. Somehow, just like that, he was in a field in the middle of nowhere. Only the sound of wind blowing through the gras and the moon shining down on his face.
For 7 years he cheated, swindled and stole his way to survive, being thought how to hunt and hide yourself came in handy. It was about this time when he for the first time heard the mentioning of, Tordynnar, his family name. Trying to find more about his family, he went through countless books (mostly stolen) and from the streets, but nothing. Only thing he knew was, that the origin of Tordynnar was north of his current location, and thus he began walking. Hiding his last name and wandering, searching for clues. 5 years later he arrived at the city of Barkamsted..
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each.)
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been ----robbed:
Realizing it, Hagas takes off, almost on instinct, after the thief. Struggling his way through the crowd and with a fast walking pace, he follows the kid to the edge of the market place, where a lonely stand is placed. The thief stops in front of it and buys a bread (for what little was in the pouch to begin with), then preceeds to run to a small girl and hands her half the bread. Having to leave soon anyways, Hagas let's the little thief of the hook get away, not wanting to take what he doesn't need.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population:
Hagas walks towards the wolf and swiftly kills it. Skinning it to the best of his capabilities, not trying to ruin it, wolf fur would be exelent for the coming winter. And the cubs, without a mother they wouldn't survive, he thought, giving them a swift end would be best too. But money is always an issue and rich people want rare pets. Three cubs would give quite the penny. Thinking this he promptly rolls the fur up and ties it to his rucksack and carries back to the city.
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----OOC Info---- -Minecraft IGN: ajax6893
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? I have roleplayed on various Minecraft RP servers, including LotC before it changed to the new world. I have also played various tabletop roleplaying games such as Dungeons and Dragons which I have played for about nine years now.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Power-gaming is when one acts in such a way that either A ) the character would be incapable of or B ) denies the opportunity to react against the action (ex: *Bob cuts off Bill's head*)
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge that your character does not/could not know (i.e. knowledge gained out-of-character).
----IC Info---- -Character name: Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 23
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. Also be sure to give previous applications a glance before deciding your job, we don't need 5 bartenders!): Mikael has some combat training, but he is primarily a scholar.
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.): Mikael is of average height, standing at 5 feet 11 inches. He has dull-gray eyes and brown hair. He usually wears plainer clothes in browns and dark colours, though he will dress up for special occasions. He keeps his face well shaven and his hair short.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.): Mikael is often quiet and reserved though that doesn't mean he does not know what goes on around him. In fact he is quite aware of his surroundings, he just doesn't respond unless he feels as though there is a need to. He is not rude, however. If someone directly addresses him he will definitely respond. Perhaps one of his most odd quirks is the fact that he is almost always reading when not doing anything else (well, as long as he can find a book). If someone bothers him in the middle of reading without a good reason (in his eyes) then he can get quite annoyed.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences): Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII is the eighth child and fifth son of Baronet Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven III. Being born to a noble Mikael VIII was trained to be a knight; but being the eighth child he also didn't have to worry about inheriting land, and therefore the more tedious points of noble life. During the time that he wasn't training as a knight (and often when he was supposed to be) he would study what books his family had in their library or go elsewhere to find other books that they didn't have. From these books he has learned much about the world and gained a fascination of magic.
Unfortunately Mikael VIII grew up during the war with the Pact and this overshadowed his life as the war came closer to his home. His father, older brothers and sisters all went to fight the pact and Mikael had many responsibilities thrust upon him all of a sudden. He was often stressed by this and sought much help from his mother who had more experience in running a noble household. Mikael would take any excuse he could to get away from many of those duties, though there were a few he didn't mind. The war also meant that Mikael could not go and study magic.
When Mikael VIII turned seventeen the Travens' received news that all of his family on the field had either perished in battle or gone missing. This news devastated the whole family, but their mother most of all. She became unresponsive and withdrawn, requiring more and more care. Three months later she also died. Once again the family grieved for the loss of a loved one and now the responsibilities of running the household fell squarely on Mikael's shoulders. Mikael did the best he could and got whatever help he could from friends and family. It was during this time he seriously considered going out to fight against the Pact, but by that time the war had all but been decided and it was time to leave his home. They naturally went to Barakmstead, fortunately for their family they had and Uncle in the city already who could take in the youngest kids and care for them. Mikael now turned to looking for work to help provide for his family and to improve their station.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
I whirl around and try to get a good look at the thief, grinning to myself as I do. The thief may have gotten with one of my coin purses but being out on my own had taught me to always carry another purse somewhere less easy to get. Still, a thief is a thief. Unfortunately I had only caught a glimpse of the culprit from the back, not a very good description for finding him.
I shrug resignedly. There wasn't much I could do as I didn't have any way of finding or pursuing the thief as he -or she- was so small that they could manoeuvre through the crowd much more easily than I. I turned around again and continued on my business. The loss of the money was regrettable but replaceable; some things weren't.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
I look down at the wolves and consider my options. If I were to kill them I would prefer it to be quick and not to let them suffer out here like this, but if I let them go free they could cause trouble for the farmers and others. I look at the wolves again and nod. My family and I could use the money from the skins and it would protect those around here from at least some of the wolves. I draw my sword and breath deeply. It had been a while since I had drawn it and it felt a bit heavy in hand. The mother wolf, having already been growling, becomes even more aggressive in response to my threatening stance. I advance carefully to just outside the mother's reach and then lunge at her, aiming for her head. She able to dodge me, though awkwardly due to the trap, and I stumble past her. She turns towards me as best she can with her leg in the trap and I turn also. I really do need more practice I think to myself and I ready myself again. I had gone for the head because it would cause less damage overall to the fur but it was a small target, in
comparison to the rest of the mother's body. I narrow my eyes and stumble back as a ball of fur leaps at me. One of the pups at least has enough strength and growth to at least try to fight back. I easily kick it away. I look at the mother again and rush suddenly,
slicing at her neck. I land a solid blow and the sword, which I do still keep sharp, goes into her neck. Her body goes limp and I feel a scratch on my leg. The pup that leapt at me is back and I pick it up by the scruff, take out a knife and finish it off. The other two pups are running now and I don't feel like chasing them. I'll still get a decent amount of money from these two. I look at the dead mother and pup and shake my head. I really didn't enjoy that, but my family could use the money. I sling the body of the mother around my shoulders and pick up the body of the pup, shivering a bit as some blood trickles onto my clothes, then I set for home.
-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application: Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII is unusual compared to the rest of his family. Where his brothers practised tirelessly to become great fighters Mikael took to reading, writing and art. He still practised with the sword but he never became a great fighter, or even a good fighter really, against anyone who had been in a real fight he would've lost. It was quite a while before he learned of his magical potential. He had been studying some family heirlooms and his mind began to wander and he thought about magic. Hear heard an odd sound and opened eyes and to his amazement (and a bit of dismay, but the amazement was definitely more strong) his notes on the heirlooms were covered in a sheet of ice.
Excited and confused Mikael went to his parents to ask if they had any idea. His father reluctantly acknowledged that they had known that he had some magical potential, but he had kept it hidden from him because he wanted him to grow up “a proper noble”. When he was born Mikael's eyes had been the green of his mother's but as he grew they started turning gray. Mikael had been too young to remember this and he only had significant interaction with a few of his siblings who were also young then. Mikael tried to learn all he could about magic from the books that hisfamily had. Unfortunately the books were lacking and focused on stories that, while interesting, provided little insight to actually using magic.
Mikael practiced as much as he could, but one thing he did know about magic is that it could be dangerous. Almost all the books he had read had emphasized this, usually through some rash person who ended up blowing themselves up. He also had less time to practice as the war raged on and he had to take on more responsibility. Due to all this he still knows very little about magic and seeks to learn more.
((My more specific reasoning for Mikael's magical ability is because he actually did have an ancestor who was capable of magic. But genetics and magic are weird and he is the first to manifest the ability in his family for while.))
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic (This should be at least one well-crafted paragraph): Magic is like exercising, except much more risky. When you exercise you risk overexerting and hurting yourself, whether it be minor or major. In much the same way overexerting yourself magically could hurt your physical or mental health, not to mention you might blow up your artifact if you channel too much, or outright kill you. Depending on proficiency and level of artifact you can only do so much magic. A beginner user of magic isn't going to be able to create giant infernos of fire with a stronger artifact (though how they would get their hands on that is anyone's guess).
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words: Magic is used by channeling magical energy through artifacts to achieve your desired effect. Depending on the artifact it can do certain things, like a weak trinket of water splashing a drop of water on someone or spilling some water out of a cup. The higher level of the artifact the more powerful effects can be achieved, depending on your own character' proficiency with magic.
-You are given a weak trinket of ice, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: I could probably create small sheets of ice, help cool down things as long as they aren't too hot (or too large), make basic shapes (cube, pyramid, etc.). Little things that might entertain and impress a child or someone without contact with magic, but would be underwhelming to most other people.
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: Rpguilds, Fallout Wasteland Mishigan, Hollowworld.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Forcing actions on another player, OR having another player hurt and gaining power yourself.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Using a third party cilent to get information about something in RP that could benifit your character.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Rose Ruby Cleary
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 15
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): Potion Marker/Brewer
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Brown long hair with brown goggles. Brown boots and brown gloves. White laces on the arms. Black pants with long brown boots. A slight blush to her cheeks.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
A very bubbly personailty on the outside, she may seem kid-ish and childish at some moments, and serouis and quiet next. She dislikes loud noises and large crowds, and will often stay in the back of them as to not draw attention. When you first meet her she's very shy and stammer's a lot, but if you grow to know her she's very entergetic and loveable. She is often the potion maker, tinkering with potions to get the right ingrediants. She spends most of her days reading or writting.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Rose was grown up a simple farming settlement out-reached from the Main City. She normally grew up in a boring life, waking up at dawn, doing chores, milking cows, feeding the hens, etc. Her dad taught her farming methods and her mother taught her to sew. Her mother told her stories of Gods, pligrams, and wars. Things so terrible that no mortal would ever dare utter, even on a dark night with the moon clouded over. During the night time Rose would often listen to her mother's stories, and during the day is when she worked.
At one time, around the age of 11 perahps, that Rose grew tired of her life. The daily chores where taxing on her lazily attitude, and can could be sometimes found in the gardens, eating grapes and other fruits when she was supposed to be working. She grew a dislike of their poor status, poor food, poor clothing. She yearned for an adventure, but the adventure seemed to never come. Days wore by and Rose had less and less hope.
One day, a very rich man happened apon the farm. He looked apoun the feilds of rice, wheat, corn, carrots, and potato's, all lush with life. He knocked on their door and offered Rose's dad and mom a lump some of money so he could buy the farm himself. Her parents accepted, and the rich man pulled Rose aside and offered her a room at his place. This was the adventure she had been dreaming of, so she accepted.
Once Rose was moved into his house, in a cruel twist of fate, the man happened to be a suppiler of slaves for a slaver. Her parents, under the cover of darkness, were taken from the home and sold into slavery. It is unknown why the owner chose not to sell Rose into slavery. However, Rose never knew the fate of her parents, she grew up learning potions under the gidance of him. When she was 15 she said goodbye and set out on her own journey.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Rose feels the purse being stolen from her, the child's hand's brushed her hips slightly as he took her money, running away laughing as Rose shouted curses and ran after the child, weaving through market stalls and shop vendors. Pushing people out of the way, barging into homes where the people inside gave her frightened looks. Images flashed through her minds of the homes she passed through. One decked in white stone of great shine, blue pained windows and a woman sitting on a stool, appiling make-up. The next house of rubbish quality, the stones cracking and moss seeping between the cracks as the man shuffled inside. Panting, Rose leaned against a wall, the child was lost among the hub of life, gone forever, with her money.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Rose hears the whimpers, soft at first, but growing louder as Rose grew near. The pretty grey wolf had blood on it's paw, trapped in the bear trap it could not move, nor get out. The puppies whimpered softly as their mother, their only caretaker in the world, as powerless and helpless against man's raging vortex of technogoly. She approches the mother with certain caution, the mother's whimpers grow into growls. Muttering "Shhhh" under her breath is all she can do, while slowly approaching the mother. Once close enough, Rose takes out her dagger and beings loosening the strings and ties that keep the mother's foot ahold. The mother's teeth bare, and she growls low, her head lowers inches from Rose's head. Rose feels her breath on her cheek, but despite the fear, Rose continues working. Finally, the spring gives away, the bear trap falls apart, and the mother wolf steps out of the bear trap, growling at Rose but in a lesser way. The three puppies yelp with happiness as their mother is freed, and go to her and lick her. The mother gives each puppies some soft licks. After a moment, the mother wolf nudges the young ones away into the forest. Rose smiles as she hears the puppies cries of happiness. She looks one last time at the tree-line, to see the mother staring at her with it's piercing, blue gaze. Deep as the ocean and cold as the ice. Rose feels her breath taken away, snatched as by some invisible creature. The beauty of the wolf, her three puppies trailing around, made a warm gush of happniess flow inside Rose like an ocean coming into tide. Then the wolf was gone, the moment faded, and the feeling vanished. Rose continued on her way, satisfied.
----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN:
LillyTheSeal
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat):
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I do not.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power-gaming is when a character does something that isn't possible for them to do, or does something that is impossible to react to.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta-gaming is using knowledge gained out of character.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Alexa (Doesnt know real name.)
-Character race:
Half-Elf
-Character age:
8
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set):
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
People say I have green eyes and a small nose. My hair is unkempt and goes down past my waist. I have pale skin and I am short for my age. I wear a torn shirt that I have worn ever since It fit me, and I wear white shorts so stained they look brown. My lips are chapped and my eyes are always alert because of my street life.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
I sit on the bins, peering through the dusty window. It is a cold morning outside and I can feel the cold against my neck. The butcher's back is turned and there is A large piece of uncooked meat on the counter. I pull up on the window, willing it to move. It opens, slowly and I hear the squeaking of rubber against rubber. I freeze, and wait for him to turn around, and I release a breath when he doesn't. I slither through the opening in the window and dash across the room. I swipe the meat from the counter, and I want to stay here, and savor the warmth inside. I paused for a moment longer, as long as I could wait until the butcher noticed something was going on. He turned around with his bloody knife in hand, and I bolted. I slid through the window, and he left through the door. I started running, but he was gaining on me. How could one so Plump be so fast? I kept running until I saw a tree that I swung up to with my free hand, and then I jumped on to the roof. I would sleep now and eat the meat tomorrow morning.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
I remember the eyes of my mother, green like the forest around her, looking at me one last time, full of tears. I remember the fire, Greedily licking up everything in it's path. I remember the heat, the Incredible heat, making me sweat. I was three at the time, old enough to walk on my own. My mother had taught me the plants to eat and the plants not to eat, and she had taught me how to hunt with a dagger. I saw her vivid eyes against the fire behind her, and I listened. There were no squirrels chattering, no birds singing. I heard the elves shouting, relaying orders, and the wild activity in the forest around me. At last, I heard her voice. "Don't forget what I taught you." She then let me go.
I slid down a long slide that must have taken forever to make. I felt the bumpy texture on the inside, and I grabbed the edge. Instead of slowing my momentum, I grabbed a handful of bark from the side. I threw it away and saw the end of the slide coming, ending on the forest floor. I wondered how much it would hurt and I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the abrupt stop, the jarring pain. I felt myself stop moving, but there was no pain. I opened my eyes and saw that I was on a thick bed of leaves, softer than a pillow. I was then picked up and put in a round boat that fit my body perfectly. Before they pushed me off into the water, I grabbed a flower in my fist. Then I was in the water, floating down the river.
I remember the gentle swaying of the boat I was in, calming me down. The fire was behind me now, I didn't have to worry about it. Finches, Robbins and Chickadees were flying around the treetops above me, making music. I heard a canary Impersonating everyone's songs, and I smiled. I felt the breeze against my neck, and I felt the serene peace of the it. The boat kept rocking, and the birds sung me to sleep with their song. I was asleep by the time I reached the end of the forest, and I was not awake to recognize that the field might mean that I would never see my mother again. I woke up with a flower on my chest at a town.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
[I wrote this as A child because I am a child and I wouldn't have any money. LilLoki Said I could. ]
I fix my gaze on a woman, struggling to see the auctioneer. My eyes then travel down her body to her coin purse. It is bulging with money, and I don't think that she needs all of it. I move closer to her and I gently lift her purse from her body. I see her turn around, startled, and I give her a quick smile before I take of running. I weave through crowds, run through alleyways, and move through flower beds. She is slower than me, and she is panting. She is jogging now, and I know she cant keep up. I give a sudden burst of speed, turn two corners and swing up onto a tree, letting the leafy foliage hide my body. I empty the coins into my hand and start counting them.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
I hear a whining, and I head toward it. I see a grey wolf laying in a pool of blood, her leg stuck in a large contraption. I am holding a rabbit that I caught by throwing a dagger, and I see her puppies nearby. I look into her eyes and see a fearful pleading look has replaced a fierce look. I move to her leg and see a lever on the contraption which I now know is a bear trap. I hold her quivering leg still and press the lever, and she is able to slip her leg out. The leg is still bleeding so I set about carefully skinning the rabbit. When I am done, I bind her leg and feed the rabbit to the she-wolf who needs the food more than I do. As she limps away with her puppies, I smile after them and walk back to the town.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
(We only accept high quality magic applications!)
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application: (At least three extremely well-crafted paragraphs. You must describe to us why your character can use magic, what drives him to further his ability, how he learned that he could use magic, and what benefits magic brings to this character, what type of magic they’ll strive to use, etc. This is not a middle school paper! I will not accept applications that say “My character got my magic from x, and he wants to use it because it’ll help him! Also for RP!")
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic (This should be at least one well-crafted paragraph):
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
-You are given a weak trinket of <blank>, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: (You must choose one of the elemental aspects for this [Fire, earth, water, air, ice, electric]. This will reflect on what magic your character will start with)
You start with one aspect only. You gain the other two of your own choice through further RP, however you will not be able to attain them immediately.
Hello StrawHat, and thank you very much for your application. Carther seems like an interesting character, and we are very much looking forward to seeing both him and his luxurious pony-tail on server. That said, there are a few small adjustments that will need to be made before we can allow you on. Follow the guidelines we provide to you below, and you'll be accepted easily.
To start, your definition of powergaming is incomplete. While this is certainly one aspect of powergaming, we're looking specifically for how powergaming tends to manifest in a multiplayer setting and when interacting with other characters. Please give an example of one such action, if you're able. If you are stumped, I recommend taking a look at some of the applications we've accepted in the past.
The other issue present here is a problem with the timeline you have presented. Falkvard as a city has only been liberated from the pact very recently, less than a year ago. That means that Carther's aunt would not have had business in the city at all three years ago, simply because the place was no longer populated by anyone but bloodthirsty orcs and trolls. Perhaps Barkamsted would be a suitable alternative, as a suggestion.
Thanks again for your application and please let us know when you've made your edits!
A few things is that being a pirate or privateer is very difficult as the seas are swarmed with hundreds of thousands of deadly creatures.
Also as it stands there is no such thing as a hand crossbow and crossbows themselves are extremely rare, You also wont start with any of those items regardless.
While your application is good, only thing I want you to know is that even with training someone that has expierienced the fights in our events are likely more skilled, Not always the case but just a note.
While your app has no real issues, the elven city would have likely been in ruins or at least about to be attacked and preparing for war at or around that time, Change that or move your character to somewhere else, Do that and we are golden.
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): JoyfullyTransparentVoid
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I do! I have been a part of three separate roleplay servers now, and even head a current one that is being built. Asmalur, Lord Of The Craft, Hollow World, and a pokemon roleplay that shut down and I forgot the name of.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Powergaming can come in multiple forms. A common one is having an optimized character who is good at everything, or even a character who isn't good at everything, but is a master at the practical things. It can also be when you take over a dynamic without giving the other any time to respond, or attempting to force an outcome of an action. Another form of powergaming is godmodding, which I’ll just throw in that definition anyways.
Godmodding is when your character is capable of doing anything and everything without limitations or boundaries. This is fairly clear thing to see, though there can sometimes be other characters who godmod through rationalizations as well. Some can say that it's common sense to know that type of thing, and learn every action there is to learn over the course of a week and be a master at it. That is godmodding.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Metagaming is taking information you character couldn't possibly know and using it to better your character or their advantage. Say that you hear in OOC chat that someone's character is in a certain place, so you take your character and have them travel to that place to meet that character. That would be metagaming.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Lenwë Arnatuilë
-Character race: Half-Elf
-Character age: 24
-Character Occupation: Freelance Tinkerer.
-Character description:
Lenwë is a bit below average height, resting at around 5'2" in stature. He has heterochromatic eyes, one gray and one brown. His nut brown skin is laced with shallow scars gained from living the life of bushcraft. He always wears the dark green tights his mother had woven for him, along with the dark green leather vest his father had crafted for him. He isn't seen without his iron dagger and yew bow, along with a small quiver of arrows. His lanky brown hair usually hangs low over his eyes, though is commonly kept back by a headband.
-Character personality and traits:
Lenwë has an eclectic, abstract, and invariably bipolar-esque personality. He is given to, from an outside observer’s perspective, launch himself into random projects that may require months of time or many miles of traveling, or other such hard to predict scenarios. His mind is constantly turning with ideas and questions, never ceasing for more than a few minutes. He is NOT conditioned in the social aspects and niceties of the various cultures surrounding him, so he will come off as something of a foreign entity to those who don’t know him. He will always ask questions about everything, it doesn’t matter what, because his curiosity is greater than his drive to remain within the confines of what others would define as socially acceptable. He has an overriding joy, love, and parental feeling for nature and life that isn’t corrupt, and it will dictate a massive response in his actions. Above all, Lenwë tries his best to propagate kindness and understanding, though his anger will occasionally slip.
-Character biography:
Lenwë was found by small group of humans who were migrating deeper into a peninsula of forest located on a small island, dubbed Arnatuilë by the locals, to the south of the main continent. They found him, swaddled in cloth, amidst a burned elven encampment. A few woodland elf bodies lay around the camp, one of which holding onto Lenwë. The humans who found him couldn't leave him there, so they picked him up and brought him along with them on their journey to the coast. In their journey through the forest, they looked for the elves in which they could leave the young one, though none never answered their calls or strayed within view. The elven child was given to a woman who couldn't bear children, a woman named Iyanna, who was married to a man named Garrow. They then took care of the child, giving him the name of Lenwë, which in their tongue means Last, or End, on account of him being the last Elf from that tiny island, from which he gained his last name.
The majority of Lenwë's childhood was spent in the woods, in a small cabin built by his parents. His family wasn't rich, or even close to being rich. In fact they were nearly dirt poor, living mainly off of the land. He was educated by the little amount books his parents could make, and has been taught all he knows about bushcraft by his father. He learned how to hunt when he was only 6, and spent the next few years hunting small game and gathering for his family. At the age of 11, his father taught him the craft of archery and fletching, and made him a yew bow. Lenwë was always strong for such a young boy, and prided himself on the such of being able to use such a large bow. Later on in his life, around the age of 15, his father made him an iron dagger, which Lenwë used for hunting large game. Given the seclusion of his early life, he wouldn’t be described as a normal 17 year old boy, primarily for two things: His lack of education and how didn’t know he's an elf.
He has spent his whole life in the woods mainly because every time he leaves them, he gets exceptionally moody. His parents just told him that it's what happens to all teenagers as they grow up, so he shrugged it off and lived in the woodlands. Eventually, disaster struck when a heat storm moved in from the north, lightning causing a fire which swept through the woods he lived in when he was on an extended hunt, and destroyed the cabin that he calls home. Enraged and fearful, Lenwë searched through the ruins, finding the charred corpses of his parents. He buried them at the foot of a sapling oak, and mourned their loss, and the fact that he now thought he was the last human on earth, for three days before deciding that he needed to move. He gathered his things, grabbed what little he could from the wreckage of his home, then took off in a northerly direction, and didn't stop for anything but food and sleep.
Several weeks later, he appeared at the edge of a thick outcropping of woods, where he saw a thick walled structure of the likes he had never seen before. Entranced, he left the woods he has known all his life and headed for it, pushing the thought of dealing with his sudden moodiness later on to the back of his head. He locked his eyes onto the walls of the city while slinging the bow onto his back, relishing the thought of a new adventure.
The discovery of this city encapsulated him into a world he never knew existed. He met the first person he ever saw, other than his parents, and they promptly fell in love. Together they journeyed through the strange new world, she teaching Lenwe everything she knew, and he teaching her the value of life and all that pertains to it, along with a newfound childish wonder. He learned that she was an Elf, and that he also was an Elf, and together they discovered their culture.
The years passed and Lenwe found himself in all sorts of different conundrums. From learning how to tinker and inventing small gadgets and machines of war, to learning about magic from a suspiciously young looking wizard, to learning how to love, which may have been the most difficult of all he had done. It was presented as a difficulty in the end, though, for Areth, Lenwe’s lover, left all the wartime complications, political and moral corruption, and the horrible state of living in the cities of that far, far away continent, leaving Lenwe with only a mysterious note. Lenwe, being one insatiably prone to his curious voyages, after many years, gave up waiting and is now driven to follow the beckonings of his mysterious lover. The breadcrumbs waver far and wide, but he will find her once more, whether it means leaving his city, his continent, his world.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios:
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Lenwë, having just went to a pie stand, was stuffing his face with a piping hot cherry pie as he walked wide eyed down the road, taking in everything. He felt the slight pull but didn’t think anything of it, making a mental joke that it was probably his waistband stretching a bit from the weight he was going to gain from the pie. He laughs as crumbs fall out of his mouth, then licks the sugary syrup off his fingers, none the wiser of his victimization.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Lenwë frowns, his expression hardening as he stalks over to the wolf, sighing heavily as he thinks about what kind of person would set traps. Calmly talking to the wolf in elvish, he sits down in front of it until it calms, then slowly but surely inches towards it. He repeats over and over in a soothing voice that he is here to help it, and eventually, through many nips at his hands from the wolf, he frees it. Fussing at himself for not carrying the healing poultice he usually has, he reaches down and collects the trap, fully intending to bring it to a blacksmith to melt it down to slag.
Upon righting himself once more and seeing the wolves heading off into the woods, he looses a toothy smile and heads back to town, trap slung over his shoulder, humming to himself jovially as he is lost in his thoughts.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
‘Upon her crystal shores... waves of shimmering light.
Part of a larger symphony near water's edge.
Under tall pine a leaf gently spirals to the ground.
A small note... unheard by most. A piece of that song.
A myriad of light from so far away... ‘
Lenwe sighs as he looks up from the small book of poetry. He glares out over the now ruined field in which the trees and vegetation have been cleared away for construction. ‘Why do they have to kill so much? There’s another field not a league away!’ Lenwe comments from within the safety of his own mind. He was too afraid to make any comments out loud, since people in this region tended to be touchy. The thought of anyone destroying any natural cover was abhorrent to him, but that was probably because he himself lived inside of a tree. He watches in silent frustration as people cut down the forest to fuel their homes, buildings, and war machines.
Finally, upon having enough, Lenwe got up and stormed over to the group of men who are constructing a large stone wall for the Castle. He peers up up them, then yells, “Hey, you!” The men pause in their work, then continue. Lenwe frowns deeper, then yells a bit louder. “You’re destroying this forest! People live here.” He crosses his arms and taps his fingers on his corded biceps. One grungy looking man starts laughing, then tosses a stone at Lenwe. Lenwe is hit by the stone on his arm, causing a nasty scrape. Lenwe furiously bends down and slings mud back at the man, who just laughs at the feeble elf. “Ya’know, youngn’, ye really shouldn’ be startin’ fights. S’impolite.” The man spits on the ground below him.
Lenwe just grows even more mad, but calms himself. “You have plenty of other locations to build your homes in without destroying the homes of others!”
The man just laughs again. “Uh huh. Like we’re buildin’ this fer ourselves. Get outta here ye simple minded bufoon.” The man waves his hand dismissively. “Tha only thing that’l keep ye beloved forests from bein’ torn down an’ burned’d be a force a magic.” He wiggles his fingers a bit to emphasize the enchanting statement in a mocking manner. “Now ge’lost befer we cart ye outta ‘ere in three pieces.” He frowns down at the elf.
Lenwe stares at them a little while longer, then begrudgingly walks away, fuming. “Force of magic, hm?” He mutters to himself, a grin spreading over his face. He went home promptly after, then spread out a large map. After inspecting the forests he calls home on the map, he set out on a project to physically inspect each one. After a few weeks of discovering the decay of nature, he took it upon himself to combat this. He would retain the health of the land as best as he could, anyway he could. And he would start with the suggestion of the dirty man on the wall; Magic.
Weeks later, he found a mage that was willing to help him discover if he was capable of the magical talent. After a period of weeks and many long days, it was discovered that Lenwe did indeed harbor a natural ability for magical manipulation.
Lenwe looked out at the half built castle, and with a smile he looked upon the man who threatened him. “There are many forces in this world, sir. I would be careful as /which/ you expose yourself to.”
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
Magic is limited by three factors;
The strength of the Artifact in question: The total strength of a magician isn’t based only on how strong they are in the arts on a physical level. It is also determined by how strong the Artifact itself is. Just like a wire, if too much power is flowing through an artifact, it will melt, explode, or shatter.. Also much wire, the Artifact has a very finite potential for usage. What tier of artifact it is determines what it can be used for. Divine Artifacts would be used for large scale magical manipulations, such as summoning Divine amounts of power. While something like a weak artifact would really only be useful as a show and tell object. Though, it doesn’t matter if you have a Divine Artifact created by the most powerful god, if you don’t have the magical ability within you to support it, you most likely won’t be getting more than a puff of smoke. This inversely applies as well.
Magical Proficiency: It doesn’t matter if you have a Divine Artifact created by the most powerful god, if you don’t have the magical ability within you to support it, you most likely won’t be getting more than a puff of smoke. This inversely applies as well. You need the training needed to have the mental and physical fortification to wield magic.
Training in that field of Magic: If you have the magical potential, and you have a decent artifact, then great! You’re almost there. However, if you wish to use an aspect of magic that you have absolutely no training in, then you’re out of luck. You likely won’t figure out how to use it, and if you do, it will be so weak it will be next to useless, or so powerful and undirected that you’d just end up killing yourself. Neither of which sounds very fun. Go to school!
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
From what I can tell, the magic system does not utilize plugins. It relies solely on the honor system, and allows everyone to create their own “spells”, but spell isn’t exactly how it would be described. You aspect in up to 3 fields of magic, and each of these are particularly unguided by words. Everything you wish to do with magic needs to be regulated by yourself to a suitable degree. This opens up DOZENS of new ways to fully utilize magic in creative and impressive ways. However, there are the limitations listed above.
-You are given a weak trinket of Electricity, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Lenwë sighs, walking into his small shop. He mentally runs through the meager amount of information the magician told him about the trinket, which is a small knife, and about the properties it has. He struggles to understand what he knows about magic and how it could direct and create what he previously thought was just light in the skies during storms. With a shrug, he places his jacket onto it’s rack, where it drips from the downpour outside. Heading to his desk, he turns the small knife over in his hands, running the creases of his thumb over the dull, worn edge. He traces every detail, every line of the object, determined to unlock it’s secrets. Sitting at his metal desk, he places it amongst a gathering of metal shavings, small pieces of wire, and tiny metal cogs. A long time spent examining the knife under a looking glass gave Lenwë no new results, and furthermore, no new clues on how to use it. So, it was testing time.
Lenwë spent the next three hours trying a variety different things to get any reaction from the trinket. He tried every maneuver of his body, from flailing to laying completely still. He tried every body state, in which he ran around for a while to get his heart rate up, to dozing off and trying it as he woke up. It refused to yield results. In a last ditch effort, he tried eating more of the cherry pie he had bought the other day in the market, thinking that it may have something to do with internal energy levels. Still no results from the knife. It lay there on the bench, tormenting him, mocking him, refusing to give answers.
Lenwë, slumped onto his desk, now filled with rage, yelled out in frustration and pounded his fist on the handle of the knife. To his dismay, the knife not only shocked his hand, but the desk did too! With a yelp, Lenwë fell backwards out of his chair and lay there, his hair standing on end. Curious, and not minding the small cut on his hand and his twitching forearm, crawls over the chair and peers over the edge at the knife, which now stands on the handle, blade up. Lenwë frowns and reaches out to poke the knife, which lightly shocks his finger, then slowly topples over to land back on the desk, but did not bounce. Intrigued, Lenwë searched the desk in greater detail, only to find that the metal shavings closest to the knife have formed an intricate pattern around the knife. They lay in an odd circular shape, the edges of the circles meeting at their tops and the center line running along where the blade had been laying. The pieces of metal and cogs that lay around are now clumped in groups of two or more. Hesitantly, Lenwë picked up the knife, which he felt strange holding and had a hard time removing from the desk, and passed it over both the shavings and the cogs, to which both groups shifted until finally lying still after about 7 passes.
Lenwë excitedly searched in his mind for the strange feeling again, and in finding it, tapped the knife against the desk. This time it felt more directed, energized even. When the tip of the blade hit the desk, a sharp crack and a tiny flash occurred. Again, the shavings formed a smaller pattern around where the tip had hit, but there was no shock in his hand this time.
Satisfied from his experimentation, Lenwë deduced that he can access the potential from the knife if he utilizes his controlled emotions while using the strange feeling and directing a thought.
Feeling incredibly tired now, Lenwë ate the rest of the pie, and collapsed onto his straw mattress. He thought of new and practical ways to use this ability until he drifted off.
i have some rp experience. i have played WoW, D&D online, ESO, and a few other mmorpg games. i have played on truecraft and other rp servers.
powergaming is when you make your character too op for what he/she is. like saying you dodged the attack that you couldnt have.
metagaming is whe you use out of character knowledge such as someone tells you the coords in ooc chat or you watched a video and used that knowledge to gain advantage over others.
my characters name is Aldald bloodmoon
he is a half-elf (high elf on the elf side)
he is 35 years old
he is a farmer
aldald was born with a deep blue hair and eye color. he is around 6'4 with a slight more muscle then his high elf father mainly due to his mom who was originally a street urchin and had to fight boys bigger then her to get food. he has a slightly reddish tan not much of one but still there. he normally likes to were a combination dark blue robes with a crimson trim. these are far from fancy though. they where made by his father from leather.he likes to go bare foot most of the time.
Aldald has a friendly nature. he trusts easily but has anger issues. though he has anger issues he manages to control it and stay true to his nature. he holds grudges though. say you got into his trusted fold then stole his favorite item. he wold never calm down around you or when he heard something about you. that is until he gets his revenge. he believes in the phrase you don't mess with me i will not mess with .
Aldald was born on a farm with his dad and mom. he learned the ways of a farmer from his dad and knew a little about fighting from his mom. he never payed much attention to the fighting thinking he would never need it. then while he was out taking care of some wolf cubs he found next to their dead mother a group of vampires murdered his parents and drank from their veins as one to bear grudges he took of to get those darn vamps as he would call em.
aldald later was found drunk under a bridge covered in claw and bite marks. he was muttering in his sleep about finally catching up to those vamps. he said he had rode horseback for 5 cold days and nights to finally catch up to those darn vamps. he took out his axe he used to cut firewood and fought them in a psychotic rage. he was losing to them because of their far superior strength and speed when they battlefield hushed with a howl breaking the air.
werewolves may not have cared for the human but later on he found out the cubs he took care of was part of their pack though albeit as normal wolves. they were grateful for him taking carte of them and saw what happened to his parents. they tracked him and returned the favor by helping exact revenge. though they people who found him believed this to be the mutterings of the town drunk and nothing more.
well he would let the child have the the empty coin purse Aldald was flat out broke after he was ripped off by the tavern keeper. he could always make a new purse from the extra fabric he had bought earlier that day so he could fix his favorite outfit.
i would take the wolves back to my place and help them get better. i may not know much human medicine but my prior knowledge from the cubs he raised back at the farm to help heal them. mainly by rest and bandages.
Very nice application, well written with extremely few and far between grammatical and spelling errors. We're looking forward to seeing you and Mikael on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
Hello Cutie_Lilly, and thank you very much for your interest in our server. The majority of your application is completely fine, but there are two small things that will need to be fixed before we can allow you on to come play with us. Follow the guidelines we give you below and you'll be on-server in no time!
As we can see you have no prior roleplaying experience, which may be the reason for your incomplete power-gaming and meta-gaming definitions. While the answers you have provided are correct in some regards or touch on the correct ideas, we're looking specifically for how each effects roleplaying in a multiplayer setting when interacting with others. Try providing examples in your corrected response for more clarity. If you're struggling to figure out what exactly you're missing, try having a look at some of our previously accepted applications.
We're looking forward to hearing from you soon, so please let us know when you've updated your application!
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: I have played on many roleplay servers and have atleast 3 years or so of roleplay experience.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: The act of power gaming is defined as any action taken by a player that is unfair in some way to another player.
One example would be to dominate an rp fight by not taking giving another a chance to counter or playing a move that was impossible or unrealistic.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: The act of Meta gaming is defined as the use of information outside the knowledge of the character being used to the advantage of that character by the player.
One example would be to use your opinions of a player to decide how your character will act towards them or to spread or use information about plots or attacks that your character would have no knowledge of.
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-Character name: Florence of Behmos
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 15
-Character Occupation: Traveler
-Character description: Florence stands at 5'2", he has a dark olive complexion. He changes his wardrobe often, but will usually stick to
his staple of a long shirt, leather straps for holding his gear, gloves, and pants. On occasion he may also wear light robes.
His eyes are bold blue and his face is dotted with freckles, he has fairly long hair for a boy and may wear a headband to keep it tidy.
His build is fairly light, as he was kept inside for most of his life. His wardrobe shifts with his personality.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Florence is the adventurous sort, his lift spent inside had given him a hunger for the unknown, and as such he spends a lot of time traveling
to far off towns in search of knowledge. His personalty could be described as a mixture of choleric and phlegmatic, however, when he
is put into situations of power, his ego will grow rapidly and he will become much more choleric. On the other hand if he is forced into a
position of submission or servitude his personality will shift much more to phlegmatic.
-Character biography :
Florence spent most of his life not knowing the sun. His father was an old retired merc, a careless fellow with more care
for mead than his own mother. The man's name was John, he had gotten into the merc business when he was just a
young man, it had taken him across the lands. There was many an exciting tale in the old mans head, but alas no one
would ever hear them for he held spite for all the youthful. He had no doubt gotten many a foolish village girl pregnant
over the years but would not face the consequences until he found himself in one of those villages again, unfortunately
for him the girl he left behind was the daughter of a jarl, whom insisted that he take Florence and raise him or he would
have his sword hand. Florence was not just unlucky to be his ******* son, he was also unlucky for the fact that his
father had many enemies. One such enemy had every reason to want him dead, but could not raise a fist against him,
for John was a friend of his master, and would not approve. What he could do however, is convince him to wager his
son in a card game.
As Florence's luck would have it, he was won by his father's enemy. His name was Lao of the Oxfel house, he had served
as a merc with John in his early years, and the two had become enemies when John deserted his company and left Lao to
die. Lao never settled down, he was an arrogant man and would not admit even to himself that he had grown old. He had
his own troop of men but swore his sword to the jarl of the town John was staying in at the time, a little village known for their mead. When he was not taking part in a war he would take standard mercenary work.
He and his men were holed up in an old fortress, a remnant of the old alliance. Florence was not more than 5 at the time,
and he grew up not knowing that Lao was not his true father. Lao beat Florence on a daily basis, he believed John would
meet the boy again some day, and that he would be then faced with what he had let Lao do to his son.
Florence was curse by Lao with a devotion to Behmos, the god of darkness and sin. He would often shout obscenities at
Florence, calling him "cursed child" and telling him that it was the will of the gods for him to be beaten.
Florence spent most of his life in a single room, but when his father was away the guards would let him roam the fortress.
He would explore areas of the fortress left untouched, unnoticed by the troops whom cared more to spend their time in
the sun. Florence found many exciting things, a lab filled with jars of preserved creatures and potions, a reading room
with a long ceiling and bookshelves to match. Florence was not entirely without mercy in the fortress, the head of the
guardsmen, Ah'kos, knew what Lao did to him when he was at the fortress, and would do what he could to show the boy
kindness. Unlike most of the troop, Ah'kos had spent much of his life as a scholar, and had much knowledge to share.
When Florence brought him a book he had found he decided to teach him how to read. He was unsure if Florence would
ever leave the fortress, and could at least make sure he had something to do. Florence spent much of his spare time in
the room of books, reading mostly boring stories. However he did find something exciting to read about in those books,
he found many books describing the epic tale of the elven mage warriors. Florence was amazed at the tales of those
whom could command such power whilst being so small and weak like him, he would go through novels of the sort like the
guards went through mead.
His search for more tales of magic eventually lead him to a strange book sealed with black wax. Inside the pages Florence
would find actual lessons of magic, he was amazed, for he believed the stories he had read were mere fairy tales.
"Could it be real? could a weakling like him actually hold such power?" he wondered. Florence was determined to find out
the truth, for he was tired of being beaten, tired of feeling weak and helpless. As he read on he found it to be true,
Florence had found his greatest passion that day.
Florence would spend most of the following years studying the various books. He found a weak trinklet inside one of the
larger books which he would practice with. He also occupied his reading time with books on alchemy. He found the lab
very useful, not only for its many books and recipes but also for the ingredients and equipment. Florence was able to
provide some weak potions to the guards. Not exactly the biggest contribution, but the guards found it cute that he
wished to help out and developed a fond image of him. Over the years he gained enough experience to use basic magic.
He was never able to perform the spectacles he had imagined he would but was able to send a current of electricity
through his palm. Florence never had the heart to test his powers on anyone, he focused more on stronger currents
rather than bolts, as he figured it would be more powerful coming straight from his palm, he would use rats as test
subjects, sometimes finding rather large ones.
As Florence got older, whispers of discontent slowly spread through the guards men. It had been a year since they had
heard from Lao, and Ah'kos was not shy about his thoughts of abandoning the fortress. After scouts reported back that
there had been no sight of him anywhere Ah'kos gave the order. The troops would head to their home towns to visit
family before looking for new work, Ah'kos was kind enough to take Florence along him. Leaving the fortress was strange
for Florence, it was all he had ever known. It was a frightening new feeling or him to leave it behind, but with the
fortress he also left behind the memories of his suffering. Florence wished to leave it all behind, every memory, he even
left behind his books and his potions, he wished to rid himself of as many memories as he could, but convinced himself
to hold onto his trinklet.
There was one other memory he didn't have the heart to cast out though, and that was Ah'kos. Ah'kos had family in the
human village however Florence did not make the full trip with him. It was in a quiet settlement that Florence met Ven,
a spritely teenage girl whom ran a successful apothecary business in the second story of her father's tavern.
Ven was like a big sister to him, her high spirits kept everyone around her in a good mood and she had more than enough
energy to keep up with young Florence. Ven had a lot of customers across the lands whom valued her potions, and
when she learned that Florence was a novice alchemist she immediately demanded that Ah'kos let Florence stay and
work for her.
Florence worked for her until he was 15, he kept expanding his knowledge of magic when he could find an animal weak
enough to kill. Florence's trinklet however eventually fell into pieces and he was left with no artifact.
Ven had hired more workers over the years, and their potions sold all around the land, they even had a hand in supplying
some of the armies around Saphriel. Florence was helping take stock when they received a knock on the door, an old
priest of some sort had shown up at their doorstep. Florence assumed he was there for medicine, and let him inside.
The man revealed himself to be John, he told that Florence he was his father, he told him that he knew that he had a
father but that Lao was not his real father. He told Florence how he had lost him as a child, and he told him that he
had made a mistake and that he had changed his ways and became a holy man of Aderoth. He invited Florence to come
with him, to step into the cleansing light with him, and to let him know him as his son.
Florence was unsure if it was the right thing to do, even if Ven didn't need his help he had come to think of her as family.
However Florence was conflicted, he had never had a father, and something inside him urged him to go. In the end
Florence packed up his belongings and said his goodbyes. It was no easy task to leave his home, but he had done it
before. There was something else Florence felt, he could not quite put his finger on it, the open trails, the new people
he was sure to meet and the sights he was sure to see. Inside he longed to travel, he had spent so much of his life
stuck in one place or another.
John was a member of a traveling clergy, they would provide blessing and healing and would accept donation.
When Florence arrived in their camp he was welcomed with open arms, they had arrived just before nightfall, and Florence
was told that he would be baptized in the morning. The members of the clergy were all around his father's age, it was
clear the clergy was in dire need of youths. However Florence felt strange in their presence, an unshakable feeling filled his
head when he was around them. The head of the clergy was even older than his father, he was adorned with a pure white
robe and beaded necklaces with strange pendants on the end. Florence was told that he would need to take an oath to
Aderoth if he wished to travel with them, and of course he agreed. He was told the oath, and was ready to take it.
On bended knee Florence looked to the priest, but he corrected his gaze up to the stars. Florence began the oath
"Aderoth hear my tongue, my name is Florence, Florence of Behmos-" just then ever member of the clergy uttered a
shocked gasp, causing Florence to lower his head in surprise. The head priest gave him a look of dread, as though he
had cursed the mans name in front of him. John looked very worried, all were too afraid to speak at that point.
The head priest rose from his seat and told Florence to utter his name once again.
Florence said once again "my name is Florence, of Behmos."
He could see the color drain from his face before he spoke "it is as I feared, he is cursed"
The priests began to show hostility, with many uttering a short prayer before unsheathing their daggers.
Florence stood up with a start, he began to panic, looking around at the angry faces of the clergy.
He looked to his fathers face, he was not angry, but he looked like he had no idea what to do. Silently he mouthed "run"
to Florence. Florence started sprinting as fast as he could, he ran until he was sure he had lost them.
Florence took a moment to compose himself, to make sense of what was happening. In an instant everything on his
shoulders came crashing down, every struggle, every fear, every memory filled with gilt, filled with fear, filled with pain.
He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, everything he knew hurt, there was only one feeling that was making
sense to him. That was his longing to forget, his longing to leave it all behind, to forget those he had left and those who
had hurt him. He wished to escape it all. In the distance he saw a light, too big to be a camp.
Florence got to his feet and ran.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Florence would be shocked, he had never been robbed before.
He pondered whether it was worth chasing him, but then remembered he had not yet bought his bread for the day.
He took off sprinting after him, his smaller form and agility let him weave seamlessly through the small gaps in the crowd.
He eventually loses sight of the boy but does not yet give up the search.
Florence would then walk around asking the shop owners and the merchants and even the homeless if they had seen him.
He did not find him until late in the day, his stomach grumbled and his feet ached and stank from all the walking.
He asked the priest at the church if he had seen him.
To his surprise he claimed there was a boy matching his description there at the church, he was the son of a nun there.
Florence was lead to the nuns quarters, he promised a small donation if the priest would leave him to interrogate her alone.
Florence confronted her as she was making supper, he shouted at her "wheres the boy? I want my coin!"
The nun looked worried, "oh please do not harm him" she pleaded with him.
"though misguided, he is well meaning, he takes to give donation to the church."
The nun called for her son, he would stand infront of her, holding the coin purse up to Florence.
Florence flashed a wicked grin as he counted his coin.
"I see, you have a good heart, I shall donate as much as I can afford before leaving this place."
The boy and his mother looked relieved, they gave their upmost thanks but Florence cut them off
"don't thank me, you will still need to convince me not to tell the guards of this incident.."
the two of them looked as though they had seen a ghost, they had no words.
Florence sat down in one of the better seats in the room, he began taking off his boots and sliding his stockings down off his feet.
"The two of you had better get over here and lick my feet, if you want me to consider letting this slide" he said with a snicker.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-colored wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Florence would be unsure what to do with the wolf, skinning the poor thing never crossed his mind.
He didn't know much about healing, but he was not about to let her die.
Florence reached his hand out to grab her leg, and was met with her fangs sinking into his arm.
Florence would want to scream, but would keep as quiet as be possibly could.
As the wolf held firm onto his arm he would whisper to her, trying to calm her down.
As she was occupied he would be able to apply some of his potion to her wound, easing her pain.
As the wolf felt relief from her suffering she loosened her grip and Florence was able to pull his arm away.
It would be a struggle, but Florence would get the trap open, he earned himself some bloodied fingers but managed to release the jaws.
Afterwards Florence would rip up his shirt to create some bandages.
He coated it with a layer of potion to prevent infection and sealed it tight.
He also made sure to bandage his own wound.
Florence was no expert and he could not determine if she would live, but he did all he could to help her.
He fed her the bit of dried meat he carried and emptied most of his canteen into her maw, giving the rest to the pups.
Florence pondered the idea of taking one of the pups, but considered that it might put the wolf mother in distress.
However almost as though she had read his mind she prodded one of the larger pups towards him, so Florence said his farewells to the mother and took the pup along with him.
The two of them would head back to the town he had just left to retrieve more water.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
(We only accept high quality magic applications!)
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
Florence spent almost his whole life training to become a mage, his lack of any real combat skills or physical strength make
him a fairly weak character, which gave him even more inspiration to learn magic. He was in such a helpless place in his
life that he was pushed to gain the strength he needed through magic. With nothing to do, it was obvious he would
eventually uncover the secrets of magic, in his own right he may very well have been training himself more than even
adequately experienced mages.
Florence not only needs to use magic for his physical limitations, but he also will face great strife in his life for the fact
that he was devoted to Behmos. There will be many whom would not accept him, but who know if those gifted in the light
will be able to reveal his curse? If he is cast out by society, he may have to resist the temptation of embracing the
darkness and practicing dark magic. What evils in the land may wish to tempt him along his difficult path?
Florence chooses to focus on conducting electricity through touch because he believes it will make his attacks more
powerful. This will make him an extremely versatile character. Will he become an assassin and use his power for
clean killings? Will he become a thief and use it to paralyze guards for a hasty retreat? Will his dark side drive him to
becoming a monster whom uses a paralyzing shock to capture his victims? Will his studies in alchemy lead him to the life
of a scientist using his electric powers to conduct unjustifiable experiments on both the living and the dead?
Whatever path he takes his powers will prove to make him a much more interesting character.
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
The ability of the magic user is limited by concentration, skill, and the fragility of the artifact in which you are using to channel it.
Concentration is of course hindered in stressful situations, magic users may have to reach a certain level of proficiency in
or for magic to become useful in combat. Casting a spell will cause strain on the caster, while using more than one aspect
will cause immense strain, users of magic at some point will no longer be able to perform. And of course magic is limited to
the area around the user.
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
Magic users can channel their magical abilities through artifacts, all magic users can have 3 aspects with one of them being
elemental and strength of the ability is determined by the tier of the artifact.
-You are given a weak trinket of Electricity, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Florence would hold onto his trinklet tightly, he was always careful not to drop it but this time was a bit different.
Florence was unsure if it would hurt, if he would be able to control it or if it would have its way with him.
He had read the lessons over and over, more times than he could recall. Florence was very cautious to make sure he
wasn't going to end up killing himself, everything about it frightened him, but still he knew there was no going back.
As he closed his eyes his senses lit up, every sensation becoming stronger. He clenched his wrist, focusing the core
of his energy through the trinklet, into his body, and through his over hand. As he tried to remain concentrated,
he began to feel the energy manifest underneath his skin. He was doing it, he felt it clear as day, as he suspected it
hurt a fair bit but as he went on he began to become used to the pain. Florence attempted to keep it up as long as he could,
sweat dripped down his forehead as he held onto the current.
He felt as his legs gave way, his concentration was instantly broken as he fell backwards onto his rear.
His fingers still twitched from the experience, and he could feel almost every hair on his body standing up.
After composing himself, Florence would jot down his notes about the experiment, and then go take a nap.
This is a marvelous application, nicely written, with few errors in general and an interesting character to boot! You've done an excellent job in bringing him to life, and we particularly enjoyed your magic application as well. We're looking forward to seeing you and Lenwë on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
Hello there Demonicmobster, and thank you very much for your interest in our server! So far there are no problems in your application, only certain things that need to be added to. We require at least three paragraphs for your character's backhistory and you've only provided one. Go ahead and expand a little bit, at least two paragraphs worth, and we'll be more than happy to finish with your review.
Thanks so much for your cooperation on this issue, and pleas let us know when you've updated your application.
Florence sounds like a very interesting character. His backstory is well-crafted and extremely unique, and you've made an interesting portrayal of a potential dark side of fanatical Aderoth worshippers. We're looking forward to seeing you on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
-Minecraft IGN: KineticCenturon
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): nah mate that's private
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Multiple servers, for the past two years.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:Not letting the other person react for example (Kills Cris) without giving them a chance
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:Taking out of character knowledge and bringing it IC
----IC Info----
-Character name: Bellatrix Swayne.
-Character race: Half human( from her mother's side) half Dark Elf (from their father's side
-Character age: 21
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): nope
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
She is shorter than many dark elves, 5”3 long shiny white hair falling at her hips, soft blue eyes that match her mother's, her skin tone a deep purple. Her style is not extremely feminine, a long coat with a gray shirt underneath. brown pants and black boots, golden earrings, two on her left ear and one on her right. s pair of golden rimmed goggles with purple lenses.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.): She is very closed off. Not one to open up to people, She is not one to happily go about life, her humor is dark, She is cruel to others, she rarely shows mercy. if she ever shows kindness it will be little. though polite, she can be wicked and greedy. She can be highly sarcastic and cynical.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):She grew up in a noble house, secluded in a large field next to a river, Father Aldyrr, and Mother Maria. A noble family, from the outside they were a perfect family. They were famous for their family's Shipping and Brewing co.
Bellatrix was always with her brother with whatever he was doing, reading, and most importantly causing trouble. The amount of times she was caught was much less than not, Her Mother would be furious the more it happened. her Father would try not to get involved.
At the age of ten amongst her day to day activities, her Father started training Her and her brother, Bellatrix was trained in more of the illegal ways of silent killing and lockpicking pick pocketing. Quill was trained in the more legal side with things such as Though they were both also trained in the ways of agility, stealth and the art of the swiftblade. But was not to tell her Mother, Her mother would let her adventure, Climb trees. But if she found out Bellatrix was being trained as A killer by Her Father? Her mother would most likely snap.
At the age of seventeen Bellatrix was told that her Father was not the man he told everyone he was. Of course Bellatrix knew He wasn't a good man so to say. A wonderful Father. But A liar and a thief.
Her Mother had thought he has stopped His pirating when The twins were born, but she was wrong. He had never stopped. He would lie when he left. It was always for business. But That wasn't the full truth.
A few months after Bellatrix turned eighteen, her mother found out about the training, Her mother was furious, Her parents fought for hours. Her and her brother unsure of what was to happen. A door finally slammed shut, the kids ran to the window to see their father walking away, Bellatrix went outside to talk to him while her brother went to talk to their mother.
He told Bellatrix that he was just leaving for a month on one of his ‘business trips’ giving her mother plenty of time to cool off and try to understand where he was coming from, but she knew what was really going on. He was leaving on a pirating mission... He gave her a key for a small chest in his office. He said to open it if he didn’t come back. one last hug, and he left.
A month passed, Then two, then three... Their mother never left her room… She must have felt bad. on the fourth month there is a knock at the door, A man, well dressed for that matter. he held a note… a note saying her father was gone. Bellatrix looked over the note carefully. blinking back tears. She thanked the man. He gave Bellatrix his best wishes,and Bellatrix was left to tell her family.
She sat in her father's office for a few hours going through his things. learning what she could about him. Taking her father’s journal and the wrist mount bow found in the chest. putting the things into her bag. she heads to her room a bag on the floor few things packed for her plans to leave and falls asleep.
That night bellatrix awoke to her brother desperately shaking her to wake up and smoke starting to fill the room. She picks up her bag, throws a few things into it and runs out with him. But before her brother could run back to save their mother the house collapses, the fire reaches the brewery setting off an explosion. what the twins didn’t know what that In the night in anger their mother hit a lamp to the floor to start the fire
The next morning Bellatrix left, with no words to her brother. She left to forget her family and block out what she once cared about. The next 3 years of her life were spent not speaking of her parents and avoiding her brother, her smiles became rare, the real ones at least. She wouldn't spend much time on relationships, she became more angry, attacking you if you called her Bella, that being her family's number one nickname for her as a kid. She is not one to live in the past, And now she is 21, and finding a place to stop running.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
She would chase after the kid, once they are out of the kingdom she grabs the back of the kids jacket lifting him up. with her free hand she holds the blade of a knife to his neck and mutters “Give me back my money.” The kid is about to scream and she continues, “scream and I slit your throat before you finish.” The kid drops then money pouch on the grass, she walks to a close by river and tosses him into the cold water. walking back, he picks up her money and returns to the market.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
She would walk up to the wolves and slowly kneels at their side. The wolf mother would try and stand to defend her children “Shh, It's okay,” She whispers to the wolf Holding her hand out, letting The wolf sniff her. The wolf lays down and sighs. “I’m sorry” Bellatrix would mutter. She would Pull out a knife and Stab it into The wolf's heart. Bellatrix would pick up the three fur lumps and Trade them in for money to a hunter who she knew wanted some hunting partners.
----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN: Mufaza
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have been roleplaying a few minecraft servers, for example pumpkin_patch when it was in it's prime. Out side of minecraft, my rp'ing skills are pretty unexplored.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power-gaming is deciding actions on your own. It could be, you said /me lockpicking chest open. Multiple factors would be ignored by doing that. Did you have the skill required to do so? The chest was maybe enchanted to not be open "easily"? Lockingpicking wouldn't just take a second to pull off
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
When you take outside information and imploment it into the game. For example getting information about a character or item, then exploiting it once inside the game. Using knowledge not obtained from the game.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Hagas Tordynnar
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 26
-Character Occupation:
Wanderer. Picking up work where ever he can.
-Character description(At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Being an average human at 5 feet 6 inches. With white'ish grey'ish hair and gotten a more sun "baked" skin color because of his travels. Not staying at one place for too long, he carries only essentials with him. A sturdi rucksack and leathery clothes for easier movement.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Hagas hasn't got a laud personlity. Not saying much and mostly keeping to himself. Hiding his identity and being on the run has left him quite alone, only ever trusted in himself, thus has a hard time trusting others. The only thing he is interested in is to find his old home again and hopefully his mother.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Being found alone in the forest beneath the great city of the high elves, by an elven lady. Taking pity on this little helpless cub, the high elf took him in to her own home in a nearby village. This vallage was one for the dark elves, but they didn't mind having a high elf raising a human among them. They were taken in with open arms, and because she was alone with the child, they even helped raise him like an elf.
The high elf, Valindra, named the child Hagas Tordynnar. Hagas after her father and Tordynnar was her family name.
When the boy had turned 14 and was sound asleep, the orcs came. Many were slaughtered and more were greatly injured. The villages which were hit first suffered the most, one of them was his home. Like a lightning on a summersday the orcs invaded. In the middle of the night hundreds of orc suddenly stormed in to the village. Everyone who was too slow to run away they killed, they took everything and burned everything down to the roots. Last thing he remembers is his mother fiddling with her locket and then a sudden flash of blue. Somehow, just like that, he was in a field in the middle of nowhere. Only the sound of wind blowing through the gras and the moon shining down on his face.
For 7 years he cheated, swindled and stole his way to survive, being thought how to hunt and hide yourself came in handy. It was about this time when he for the first time heard the mentioning of, Tordynnar, his family name. Trying to find more about his family, he went through countless books (mostly stolen) and from the streets, but nothing. Only thing he knew was, that the origin of Tordynnar was north of his current location, and thus he began walking. Hiding his last name and wandering, searching for clues. 5 years later he arrived at the city of Barkamsted..
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each.)
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been ----robbed:
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population:
----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN: ajax6893
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? I have roleplayed on various Minecraft RP servers, including LotC before it changed to the new world. I have also played various tabletop roleplaying games such as Dungeons and Dragons which I have played for about nine years now.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Power-gaming is when one acts in such a way that either A ) the character would be incapable of or B ) denies the opportunity to react against the action (ex: *Bob cuts off Bill's head*)
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge that your character does not/could not know (i.e. knowledge gained out-of-character).
----IC Info----
-Character name: Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 23
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. Also be sure to give previous applications a glance before deciding your job, we don't need 5 bartenders!): Mikael has some combat training, but he is primarily a scholar.
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.): Mikael is of average height, standing at 5 feet 11 inches. He has dull-gray eyes and brown hair. He usually wears plainer clothes in browns and dark colours, though he will dress up for special occasions. He keeps his face well shaven and his hair short.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.): Mikael is often quiet and reserved though that doesn't mean he does not know what goes on around him. In fact he is quite aware of his surroundings, he just doesn't respond unless he feels as though there is a need to. He is not rude, however. If someone directly addresses him he will definitely respond. Perhaps one of his most odd quirks is the fact that he is almost always reading when not doing anything else (well, as long as he can find a book). If someone bothers him in the middle of reading without a good reason (in his eyes) then he can get quite annoyed.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences): Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII is the eighth child and fifth son of Baronet Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven III. Being born to a noble Mikael VIII was trained to be a knight; but being the eighth child he also didn't have to worry about
inheriting land, and therefore the more tedious points of noble life. During the time that he wasn't training as a knight (and often when he was supposed to be) he would study what books his family had in their library or go elsewhere to find other books that they didn't have. From these books he has learned much about the world and gained a fascination of magic.
Unfortunately Mikael VIII grew up during the war with the Pact and this overshadowed his life as the war came closer to his home. His father, older brothers and sisters all went to fight the pact and Mikael had many responsibilities thrust upon him all of a sudden. He was often stressed by this and sought much help from his mother who had more experience in running a noble household. Mikael would take any excuse he could to get away from many of those duties, though there were a few he didn't mind. The war also meant that Mikael could not go and study magic.
When Mikael VIII turned seventeen the Travens' received news that all of his family on the field had either perished in battle or gone missing. This news devastated the whole family, but their mother most of all. She became unresponsive and withdrawn, requiring more and more care. Three months later she also died. Once again the family grieved for the loss of a loved one and now the responsibilities of running the household fell squarely on Mikael's shoulders. Mikael did the best he could and got whatever help he could from friends and family. It was during this time he seriously considered going out to fight against the Pact, but by that time the war had all but been decided and it was time to leave his home. They naturally went to Barakmstead, fortunately for their family they had and Uncle in the city already who could take in the youngest kids and care for them. Mikael now turned to looking for work to help provide for his family and to improve their station.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
I whirl around and try to get a good look at the thief, grinning to myself as I do. The thief may have gotten with one of my coin purses but being out on my own had taught me to always carry another purse somewhere less easy to get. Still, a thief is a thief. Unfortunately I had only caught a glimpse of the culprit from the back, not a very good description for finding him.
I shrug resignedly. There wasn't much I could do as I didn't have any way of finding or pursuing the thief as he -or she- was so small that they could manoeuvre through the crowd much more easily than I. I turned around again and continued on my business. The loss of the money was regrettable but replaceable; some things weren't.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
I look down at the wolves and consider my options. If I were to kill them I would prefer it to be quick and not to let them suffer out here like this, but if I let them go free they could cause trouble for the farmers and others. I look at the wolves again and nod. My family and I could use the money from the skins and it would protect those around here from at least some of the wolves. I draw my sword and breath deeply. It had been a while since I had drawn it and it felt a bit heavy in hand. The mother wolf, having already been growling, becomes even more aggressive in response to my threatening stance. I advance carefully to just outside the mother's reach and then lunge at her, aiming for her head. She able to dodge me, though awkwardly due to the trap, and I stumble past her. She turns towards me as best she can with her leg in the trap and I turn also. I really do need more practice I think to myself and I ready myself again. I had gone for the head because it would cause less damage overall to the fur but it was a small target, in
comparison to the rest of the mother's body. I narrow my eyes and stumble back as a ball of fur leaps at me. One of the pups at least has enough strength and growth to at least try to fight back. I easily kick it away. I look at the mother again and rush suddenly,
slicing at her neck. I land a solid blow and the sword, which I do still keep sharp, goes into her neck. Her body goes limp and I feel a scratch on my leg. The pup that leapt at me is back and I pick it up by the scruff, take out a knife and finish it off. The other two pups are running now and I don't feel like chasing them. I'll still get a decent amount of money from these two. I look at the dead mother and pup and shake my head. I really didn't enjoy that, but my family could use the money. I sling the body of the mother around my shoulders and pick up the body of the pup, shivering a bit as some blood trickles onto my clothes, then I set for home.
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application: Mikael Johnathan Pelegia Traven VIII is unusual compared to the rest of his family. Where his brothers practised tirelessly to become great fighters Mikael took to reading, writing and art. He still practised with the sword but he never became a great fighter, or even a good fighter really, against anyone who had been in a real fight he would've lost. It was quite a while before he learned of his magical potential. He had been studying some family heirlooms and his mind began to wander and he thought about magic. Hear heard an odd sound and opened eyes and to his amazement (and a bit of dismay, but the amazement was definitely more strong) his notes on the heirlooms were covered in a sheet of ice.
Excited and confused Mikael went to his parents to ask if they had any idea. His father reluctantly acknowledged that they had known that he had some magical potential, but he had kept it hidden from him because he wanted him to grow up “a proper noble”. When he was born Mikael's eyes had been the green of his mother's but as he grew they started turning gray. Mikael had been too young to remember this and he only had significant interaction with a few of his siblings who were also young then. Mikael tried to learn all he could about magic from the books that hisfamily had. Unfortunately the books were lacking and focused on stories that, while interesting, provided little insight to actually using magic.
Mikael practiced as much as he could, but one thing he did know about magic is that it could be dangerous. Almost all the books he had read had emphasized this, usually through some rash person who ended up blowing themselves up. He also had less time to practice as the war raged on and he had to take on more responsibility. Due to all this he still knows very little about magic and seeks to learn more.
((My more specific reasoning for Mikael's magical ability is because he actually did have an ancestor who was capable of magic. But genetics and magic are weird and he is the first to manifest the ability in his family for while.))
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic (This should be at least one well-crafted paragraph): Magic is like exercising, except much more risky. When you exercise you risk overexerting and hurting yourself, whether it be minor or major. In much the same way overexerting yourself magically could hurt your physical or mental health, not to mention you might blow up your artifact if you channel too much, or outright kill you. Depending on proficiency and level of artifact you can only do so much magic. A beginner user of magic isn't going to be able to create giant infernos of fire with a stronger artifact (though how they would get their hands on that is anyone's guess).
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words: Magic is used by channeling magical energy through artifacts to achieve your desired effect. Depending on the artifact it can do certain things, like a weak trinket of water splashing a drop of water on someone or spilling some water out of a cup. The higher level of the artifact the more powerful effects can be achieved, depending on your own character' proficiency with magic.
-You are given a weak trinket of ice, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: I could probably create small sheets of ice, help cool down things as long as they aren't too hot (or too large), make basic shapes (cube, pyramid, etc.). Little things that might entertain and impress a child or someone without contact with magic, but would be underwhelming to most other people.
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-Minecraft IGN: firegirl7892467
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat):
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: Rpguilds, Fallout Wasteland Mishigan, Hollowworld.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Forcing actions on another player, OR having another player hurt and gaining power yourself.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Using a third party cilent to get information about something in RP that could benifit your character.
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-Character name: Rose Ruby Cleary
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 15
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): Potion Marker/Brewer
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Brown long hair with brown goggles. Brown boots and brown gloves. White laces on the arms. Black pants with long brown boots. A slight blush to her cheeks.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
A very bubbly personailty on the outside, she may seem kid-ish and childish at some moments, and serouis and quiet next. She dislikes loud noises and large crowds, and will often stay in the back of them as to not draw attention. When you first meet her she's very shy and stammer's a lot, but if you grow to know her she's very entergetic and loveable. She is often the potion maker, tinkering with potions to get the right ingrediants. She spends most of her days reading or writting.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Rose was grown up a simple farming settlement out-reached from the Main City. She normally grew up in a boring life, waking up at dawn, doing chores, milking cows, feeding the hens, etc. Her dad taught her farming methods and her mother taught her to sew. Her mother told her stories of Gods, pligrams, and wars. Things so terrible that no mortal would ever dare utter, even on a dark night with the moon clouded over. During the night time Rose would often listen to her mother's stories, and during the day is when she worked.
At one time, around the age of 11 perahps, that Rose grew tired of her life. The daily chores where taxing on her lazily attitude, and can could be sometimes found in the gardens, eating grapes and other fruits when she was supposed to be working. She grew a dislike of their poor status, poor food, poor clothing. She yearned for an adventure, but the adventure seemed to never come. Days wore by and Rose had less and less hope.
One day, a very rich man happened apon the farm. He looked apoun the feilds of rice, wheat, corn, carrots, and potato's, all lush with life. He knocked on their door and offered Rose's dad and mom a lump some of money so he could buy the farm himself. Her parents accepted, and the rich man pulled Rose aside and offered her a room at his place. This was the adventure she had been dreaming of, so she accepted.
Once Rose was moved into his house, in a cruel twist of fate, the man happened to be a suppiler of slaves for a slaver. Her parents, under the cover of darkness, were taken from the home and sold into slavery. It is unknown why the owner chose not to sell Rose into slavery. However, Rose never knew the fate of her parents, she grew up learning potions under the gidance of him. When she was 15 she said goodbye and set out on her own journey.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Rose feels the purse being stolen from her, the child's hand's brushed her hips slightly as he took her money, running away laughing as Rose shouted curses and ran after the child, weaving through market stalls and shop vendors. Pushing people out of the way, barging into homes where the people inside gave her frightened looks. Images flashed through her minds of the homes she passed through. One decked in white stone of great shine, blue pained windows and a woman sitting on a stool, appiling make-up. The next house of rubbish quality, the stones cracking and moss seeping between the cracks as the man shuffled inside. Panting, Rose leaned against a wall, the child was lost among the hub of life, gone forever, with her money.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Rose hears the whimpers, soft at first, but growing louder as Rose grew near. The pretty grey wolf had blood on it's paw, trapped in the bear trap it could not move, nor get out. The puppies whimpered softly as their mother, their only caretaker in the world, as powerless and helpless against man's raging vortex of technogoly. She approches the mother with certain caution, the mother's whimpers grow into growls. Muttering "Shhhh" under her breath is all she can do, while slowly approaching the mother. Once close enough, Rose takes out her dagger and beings loosening the strings and ties that keep the mother's foot ahold. The mother's teeth bare, and she growls low, her head lowers inches from Rose's head. Rose feels her breath on her cheek, but despite the fear, Rose continues working. Finally, the spring gives away, the bear trap falls apart, and the mother wolf steps out of the bear trap, growling at Rose but in a lesser way. The three puppies yelp with happiness as their mother is freed, and go to her and lick her. The mother gives each puppies some soft licks. After a moment, the mother wolf nudges the young ones away into the forest. Rose smiles as she hears the puppies cries of happiness. She looks one last time at the tree-line, to see the mother staring at her with it's piercing, blue gaze. Deep as the ocean and cold as the ice. Rose feels her breath taken away, snatched as by some invisible creature. The beauty of the wolf, her three puppies trailing around, made a warm gush of happniess flow inside Rose like an ocean coming into tide. Then the wolf was gone, the moment faded, and the feeling vanished. Rose continued on her way, satisfied.
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-Minecraft IGN:
LillyTheSeal
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat):
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I do not.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power-gaming is when a character does something that isn't possible for them to do, or does something that is impossible to react to.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta-gaming is using knowledge gained out of character.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Alexa (Doesnt know real name.)
-Character race:
Half-Elf
-Character age:
8
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set):
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
People say I have green eyes and a small nose. My hair is unkempt and goes down past my waist. I have pale skin and I am short for my age. I wear a torn shirt that I have worn ever since It fit me, and I wear white shorts so stained they look brown. My lips are chapped and my eyes are always alert because of my street life.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
I sit on the bins, peering through the dusty window. It is a cold morning outside and I can feel the cold against my neck. The butcher's back is turned and there is A large piece of uncooked meat on the counter. I pull up on the window, willing it to move. It opens, slowly and I hear the squeaking of rubber against rubber. I freeze, and wait for him to turn around, and I release a breath when he doesn't. I slither through the opening in the window and dash across the room. I swipe the meat from the counter, and I want to stay here, and savor the warmth inside. I paused for a moment longer, as long as I could wait until the butcher noticed something was going on. He turned around with his bloody knife in hand, and I bolted. I slid through the window, and he left through the door. I started running, but he was gaining on me. How could one so Plump be so fast? I kept running until I saw a tree that I swung up to with my free hand, and then I jumped on to the roof. I would sleep now and eat the meat tomorrow morning.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
I remember the eyes of my mother, green like the forest around her, looking at me one last time, full of tears. I remember the fire, Greedily licking up everything in it's path. I remember the heat, the Incredible heat, making me sweat. I was three at the time, old enough to walk on my own. My mother had taught me the plants to eat and the plants not to eat, and she had taught me how to hunt with a dagger. I saw her vivid eyes against the fire behind her, and I listened. There were no squirrels chattering, no birds singing. I heard the elves shouting, relaying orders, and the wild activity in the forest around me. At last, I heard her voice. "Don't forget what I taught you." She then let me go.
I slid down a long slide that must have taken forever to make. I felt the bumpy texture on the inside, and I grabbed the edge. Instead of slowing my momentum, I grabbed a handful of bark from the side. I threw it away and saw the end of the slide coming, ending on the forest floor. I wondered how much it would hurt and I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the abrupt stop, the jarring pain. I felt myself stop moving, but there was no pain. I opened my eyes and saw that I was on a thick bed of leaves, softer than a pillow. I was then picked up and put in a round boat that fit my body perfectly. Before they pushed me off into the water, I grabbed a flower in my fist. Then I was in the water, floating down the river.
I remember the gentle swaying of the boat I was in, calming me down. The fire was behind me now, I didn't have to worry about it. Finches, Robbins and Chickadees were flying around the treetops above me, making music. I heard a canary Impersonating everyone's songs, and I smiled. I felt the breeze against my neck, and I felt the serene peace of the it. The boat kept rocking, and the birds sung me to sleep with their song. I was asleep by the time I reached the end of the forest, and I was not awake to recognize that the field might mean that I would never see my mother again. I woke up with a flower on my chest at a town.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
[I wrote this as A child because I am a child and I wouldn't have any money. LilLoki Said I could. ]
I fix my gaze on a woman, struggling to see the auctioneer. My eyes then travel down her body to her coin purse. It is bulging with money, and I don't think that she needs all of it. I move closer to her and I gently lift her purse from her body. I see her turn around, startled, and I give her a quick smile before I take of running. I weave through crowds, run through alleyways, and move through flower beds. She is slower than me, and she is panting. She is jogging now, and I know she cant keep up. I give a sudden burst of speed, turn two corners and swing up onto a tree, letting the leafy foliage hide my body. I empty the coins into my hand and start counting them.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
I hear a whining, and I head toward it. I see a grey wolf laying in a pool of blood, her leg stuck in a large contraption. I am holding a rabbit that I caught by throwing a dagger, and I see her puppies nearby. I look into her eyes and see a fearful pleading look has replaced a fierce look. I move to her leg and see a lever on the contraption which I now know is a bear trap. I hold her quivering leg still and press the lever, and she is able to slip her leg out. The leg is still bleeding so I set about carefully skinning the rabbit. When I am done, I bind her leg and feed the rabbit to the she-wolf who needs the food more than I do. As she limps away with her puppies, I smile after them and walk back to the town.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
(We only accept high quality magic applications!)
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application: (At least three extremely well-crafted paragraphs. You must describe to us why your character can use magic, what drives him to further his ability, how he learned that he could use magic, and what benefits magic brings to this character, what type of magic they’ll strive to use, etc. This is not a middle school paper! I will not accept applications that say “My character got my magic from x, and he wants to use it because it’ll help him! Also for RP!")
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic (This should be at least one well-crafted paragraph):
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
-You are given a weak trinket of <blank>, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: (You must choose one of the elemental aspects for this [Fire, earth, water, air, ice, electric]. This will reflect on what magic your character will start with)
You start with one aspect only. You gain the other two of your own choice through further RP, however you will not be able to attain them immediately.
Pending
Hello StrawHat, and thank you very much for your application. Carther seems like an interesting character, and we are very much looking forward to seeing both him and his luxurious pony-tail on server. That said, there are a few small adjustments that will need to be made before we can allow you on. Follow the guidelines we provide to you below, and you'll be accepted easily.
To start, your definition of powergaming is incomplete. While this is certainly one aspect of powergaming, we're looking specifically for how powergaming tends to manifest in a multiplayer setting and when interacting with other characters. Please give an example of one such action, if you're able. If you are stumped, I recommend taking a look at some of the applications we've accepted in the past.
The other issue present here is a problem with the timeline you have presented. Falkvard as a city has only been liberated from the pact very recently, less than a year ago. That means that Carther's aunt would not have had business in the city at all three years ago, simply because the place was no longer populated by anyone but bloodthirsty orcs and trolls. Perhaps Barkamsted would be a suitable alternative, as a suggestion.
Thanks again for your application and please let us know when you've made your edits!
Accepted
A few things is that being a pirate or privateer is very difficult as the seas are swarmed with hundreds of thousands of deadly creatures.
Also as it stands there is no such thing as a hand crossbow and crossbows themselves are extremely rare, You also wont start with any of those items regardless.
Accepted
While your application is good, only thing I want you to know is that even with training someone that has expierienced the fights in our events are likely more skilled, Not always the case but just a note.
Pending
While your app has no real issues, the elven city would have likely been in ruins or at least about to be attacked and preparing for war at or around that time, Change that or move your character to somewhere else, Do that and we are golden.
Server IP: 192.99.20.170:30352
Texture Pack: http://resourcepack.net/conquest-resource-pack/
Website: http://therealmofsaphriel.enjin.com/home
Edited my application if you wouldnt mind taking another look at it
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-Minecraft IGN: Thovian
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): JoyfullyTransparentVoid
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I do! I have been a part of three separate roleplay servers now, and even head a current one that is being built. Asmalur, Lord Of The Craft, Hollow World, and a pokemon roleplay that shut down and I forgot the name of.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Powergaming can come in multiple forms. A common one is having an optimized character who is good at everything, or even a character who isn't good at everything, but is a master at the practical things. It can also be when you take over a dynamic without giving the other any time to respond, or attempting to force an outcome of an action. Another form of powergaming is godmodding, which I’ll just throw in that definition anyways.
Godmodding is when your character is capable of doing anything and everything without limitations or boundaries. This is fairly clear thing to see, though there can sometimes be other characters who godmod through rationalizations as well. Some can say that it's common sense to know that type of thing, and learn every action there is to learn over the course of a week and be a master at it. That is godmodding.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Metagaming is taking information you character couldn't possibly know and using it to better your character or their advantage. Say that you hear in OOC chat that someone's character is in a certain place, so you take your character and have them travel to that place to meet that character. That would be metagaming.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Lenwë Arnatuilë
-Character race: Half-Elf
-Character age: 24
-Character Occupation: Freelance Tinkerer.
-Character description:
Lenwë is a bit below average height, resting at around 5'2" in stature. He has heterochromatic eyes, one gray and one brown. His nut brown skin is laced with shallow scars gained from living the life of bushcraft. He always wears the dark green tights his mother had woven for him, along with the dark green leather vest his father had crafted for him. He isn't seen without his iron dagger and yew bow, along with a small quiver of arrows. His lanky brown hair usually hangs low over his eyes, though is commonly kept back by a headband.
-Character personality and traits:
Lenwë has an eclectic, abstract, and invariably bipolar-esque personality. He is given to, from an outside observer’s perspective, launch himself into random projects that may require months of time or many miles of traveling, or other such hard to predict scenarios. His mind is constantly turning with ideas and questions, never ceasing for more than a few minutes. He is NOT conditioned in the social aspects and niceties of the various cultures surrounding him, so he will come off as something of a foreign entity to those who don’t know him. He will always ask questions about everything, it doesn’t matter what, because his curiosity is greater than his drive to remain within the confines of what others would define as socially acceptable. He has an overriding joy, love, and parental feeling for nature and life that isn’t corrupt, and it will dictate a massive response in his actions. Above all, Lenwë tries his best to propagate kindness and understanding, though his anger will occasionally slip.
-Character biography:
Lenwë was found by small group of humans who were migrating deeper into a peninsula of forest located on a small island, dubbed Arnatuilë by the locals, to the south of the main continent. They found him, swaddled in cloth, amidst a burned elven encampment. A few woodland elf bodies lay around the camp, one of which holding onto Lenwë. The humans who found him couldn't leave him there, so they picked him up and brought him along with them on their journey to the coast. In their journey through the forest, they looked for the elves in which they could leave the young one, though none never answered their calls or strayed within view. The elven child was given to a woman who couldn't bear children, a woman named Iyanna, who was married to a man named Garrow. They then took care of the child, giving him the name of Lenwë, which in their tongue means Last, or End, on account of him being the last Elf from that tiny island, from which he gained his last name.
The majority of Lenwë's childhood was spent in the woods, in a small cabin built by his parents. His family wasn't rich, or even close to being rich. In fact they were nearly dirt poor, living mainly off of the land. He was educated by the little amount books his parents could make, and has been taught all he knows about bushcraft by his father. He learned how to hunt when he was only 6, and spent the next few years hunting small game and gathering for his family. At the age of 11, his father taught him the craft of archery and fletching, and made him a yew bow. Lenwë was always strong for such a young boy, and prided himself on the such of being able to use such a large bow. Later on in his life, around the age of 15, his father made him an iron dagger, which Lenwë used for hunting large game. Given the seclusion of his early life, he wouldn’t be described as a normal 17 year old boy, primarily for two things: His lack of education and how didn’t know he's an elf.
He has spent his whole life in the woods mainly because every time he leaves them, he gets exceptionally moody. His parents just told him that it's what happens to all teenagers as they grow up, so he shrugged it off and lived in the woodlands. Eventually, disaster struck when a heat storm moved in from the north, lightning causing a fire which swept through the woods he lived in when he was on an extended hunt, and destroyed the cabin that he calls home. Enraged and fearful, Lenwë searched through the ruins, finding the charred corpses of his parents. He buried them at the foot of a sapling oak, and mourned their loss, and the fact that he now thought he was the last human on earth, for three days before deciding that he needed to move. He gathered his things, grabbed what little he could from the wreckage of his home, then took off in a northerly direction, and didn't stop for anything but food and sleep.
Several weeks later, he appeared at the edge of a thick outcropping of woods, where he saw a thick walled structure of the likes he had never seen before. Entranced, he left the woods he has known all his life and headed for it, pushing the thought of dealing with his sudden moodiness later on to the back of his head. He locked his eyes onto the walls of the city while slinging the bow onto his back, relishing the thought of a new adventure.
The discovery of this city encapsulated him into a world he never knew existed. He met the first person he ever saw, other than his parents, and they promptly fell in love. Together they journeyed through the strange new world, she teaching Lenwe everything she knew, and he teaching her the value of life and all that pertains to it, along with a newfound childish wonder. He learned that she was an Elf, and that he also was an Elf, and together they discovered their culture.
The years passed and Lenwe found himself in all sorts of different conundrums. From learning how to tinker and inventing small gadgets and machines of war, to learning about magic from a suspiciously young looking wizard, to learning how to love, which may have been the most difficult of all he had done. It was presented as a difficulty in the end, though, for Areth, Lenwe’s lover, left all the wartime complications, political and moral corruption, and the horrible state of living in the cities of that far, far away continent, leaving Lenwe with only a mysterious note. Lenwe, being one insatiably prone to his curious voyages, after many years, gave up waiting and is now driven to follow the beckonings of his mysterious lover. The breadcrumbs waver far and wide, but he will find her once more, whether it means leaving his city, his continent, his world.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios:
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Lenwë, having just went to a pie stand, was stuffing his face with a piping hot cherry pie as he walked wide eyed down the road, taking in everything. He felt the slight pull but didn’t think anything of it, making a mental joke that it was probably his waistband stretching a bit from the weight he was going to gain from the pie. He laughs as crumbs fall out of his mouth, then licks the sugary syrup off his fingers, none the wiser of his victimization.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Lenwë frowns, his expression hardening as he stalks over to the wolf, sighing heavily as he thinks about what kind of person would set traps. Calmly talking to the wolf in elvish, he sits down in front of it until it calms, then slowly but surely inches towards it. He repeats over and over in a soothing voice that he is here to help it, and eventually, through many nips at his hands from the wolf, he frees it. Fussing at himself for not carrying the healing poultice he usually has, he reaches down and collects the trap, fully intending to bring it to a blacksmith to melt it down to slag.
Upon righting himself once more and seeing the wolves heading off into the woods, he looses a toothy smile and heads back to town, trap slung over his shoulder, humming to himself jovially as he is lost in his thoughts.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
(We only accept high quality magic applications!)
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
‘Upon her crystal shores... waves of shimmering light.
Part of a larger symphony near water's edge.
Under tall pine a leaf gently spirals to the ground.
A small note... unheard by most. A piece of that song.
A myriad of light from so far away... ‘
Lenwe sighs as he looks up from the small book of poetry. He glares out over the now ruined field in which the trees and vegetation have been cleared away for construction. ‘Why do they have to kill so much? There’s another field not a league away!’ Lenwe comments from within the safety of his own mind. He was too afraid to make any comments out loud, since people in this region tended to be touchy. The thought of anyone destroying any natural cover was abhorrent to him, but that was probably because he himself lived inside of a tree. He watches in silent frustration as people cut down the forest to fuel their homes, buildings, and war machines.
Finally, upon having enough, Lenwe got up and stormed over to the group of men who are constructing a large stone wall for the Castle. He peers up up them, then yells, “Hey, you!” The men pause in their work, then continue. Lenwe frowns deeper, then yells a bit louder. “You’re destroying this forest! People live here.” He crosses his arms and taps his fingers on his corded biceps. One grungy looking man starts laughing, then tosses a stone at Lenwe. Lenwe is hit by the stone on his arm, causing a nasty scrape. Lenwe furiously bends down and slings mud back at the man, who just laughs at the feeble elf. “Ya’know, youngn’, ye really shouldn’ be startin’ fights. S’impolite.” The man spits on the ground below him.
Lenwe just grows even more mad, but calms himself. “You have plenty of other locations to build your homes in without destroying the homes of others!”
The man just laughs again. “Uh huh. Like we’re buildin’ this fer ourselves. Get outta here ye simple minded bufoon.” The man waves his hand dismissively. “Tha only thing that’l keep ye beloved forests from bein’ torn down an’ burned’d be a force a magic.” He wiggles his fingers a bit to emphasize the enchanting statement in a mocking manner. “Now ge’lost befer we cart ye outta ‘ere in three pieces.” He frowns down at the elf.
Lenwe stares at them a little while longer, then begrudgingly walks away, fuming. “Force of magic, hm?” He mutters to himself, a grin spreading over his face. He went home promptly after, then spread out a large map. After inspecting the forests he calls home on the map, he set out on a project to physically inspect each one. After a few weeks of discovering the decay of nature, he took it upon himself to combat this. He would retain the health of the land as best as he could, anyway he could. And he would start with the suggestion of the dirty man on the wall; Magic.
Weeks later, he found a mage that was willing to help him discover if he was capable of the magical talent. After a period of weeks and many long days, it was discovered that Lenwe did indeed harbor a natural ability for magical manipulation.
Lenwe looked out at the half built castle, and with a smile he looked upon the man who threatened him. “There are many forces in this world, sir. I would be careful as /which/ you expose yourself to.”
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
Magic is limited by three factors;
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
From what I can tell, the magic system does not utilize plugins. It relies solely on the honor system, and allows everyone to create their own “spells”, but spell isn’t exactly how it would be described. You aspect in up to 3 fields of magic, and each of these are particularly unguided by words. Everything you wish to do with magic needs to be regulated by yourself to a suitable degree. This opens up DOZENS of new ways to fully utilize magic in creative and impressive ways. However, there are the limitations listed above.
-You are given a weak trinket of Electricity, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Lenwë sighs, walking into his small shop. He mentally runs through the meager amount of information the magician told him about the trinket, which is a small knife, and about the properties it has. He struggles to understand what he knows about magic and how it could direct and create what he previously thought was just light in the skies during storms. With a shrug, he places his jacket onto it’s rack, where it drips from the downpour outside. Heading to his desk, he turns the small knife over in his hands, running the creases of his thumb over the dull, worn edge. He traces every detail, every line of the object, determined to unlock it’s secrets. Sitting at his metal desk, he places it amongst a gathering of metal shavings, small pieces of wire, and tiny metal cogs. A long time spent examining the knife under a looking glass gave Lenwë no new results, and furthermore, no new clues on how to use it. So, it was testing time.
Lenwë spent the next three hours trying a variety different things to get any reaction from the trinket. He tried every maneuver of his body, from flailing to laying completely still. He tried every body state, in which he ran around for a while to get his heart rate up, to dozing off and trying it as he woke up. It refused to yield results. In a last ditch effort, he tried eating more of the cherry pie he had bought the other day in the market, thinking that it may have something to do with internal energy levels. Still no results from the knife. It lay there on the bench, tormenting him, mocking him, refusing to give answers.
Lenwë, slumped onto his desk, now filled with rage, yelled out in frustration and pounded his fist on the handle of the knife. To his dismay, the knife not only shocked his hand, but the desk did too! With a yelp, Lenwë fell backwards out of his chair and lay there, his hair standing on end. Curious, and not minding the small cut on his hand and his twitching forearm, crawls over the chair and peers over the edge at the knife, which now stands on the handle, blade up. Lenwë frowns and reaches out to poke the knife, which lightly shocks his finger, then slowly topples over to land back on the desk, but did not bounce. Intrigued, Lenwë searched the desk in greater detail, only to find that the metal shavings closest to the knife have formed an intricate pattern around the knife. They lay in an odd circular shape, the edges of the circles meeting at their tops and the center line running along where the blade had been laying. The pieces of metal and cogs that lay around are now clumped in groups of two or more. Hesitantly, Lenwë picked up the knife, which he felt strange holding and had a hard time removing from the desk, and passed it over both the shavings and the cogs, to which both groups shifted until finally lying still after about 7 passes.
Lenwë excitedly searched in his mind for the strange feeling again, and in finding it, tapped the knife against the desk. This time it felt more directed, energized even. When the tip of the blade hit the desk, a sharp crack and a tiny flash occurred. Again, the shavings formed a smaller pattern around where the tip had hit, but there was no shock in his hand this time.
Satisfied from his experimentation, Lenwë deduced that he can access the potential from the knife if he utilizes his controlled emotions while using the strange feeling and directing a thought.
Feeling incredibly tired now, Lenwë ate the rest of the pie, and collapsed onto his straw mattress. He thought of new and practical ways to use this ability until he drifted off.
ign: Demonicmobster
skype: Demonicmobster
i have some rp experience. i have played WoW, D&D online, ESO, and a few other mmorpg games. i have played on truecraft and other rp servers.
powergaming is when you make your character too op for what he/she is. like saying you dodged the attack that you couldnt have.
metagaming is whe you use out of character knowledge such as someone tells you the coords in ooc chat or you watched a video and used that knowledge to gain advantage over others.
my characters name is Aldald bloodmoon
he is a half-elf (high elf on the elf side)
he is 35 years old
he is a farmer
aldald was born with a deep blue hair and eye color. he is around 6'4 with a slight more muscle then his high elf father mainly due to his mom who was originally a street urchin and had to fight boys bigger then her to get food. he has a slightly reddish tan not much of one but still there. he normally likes to were a combination dark blue robes with a crimson trim. these are far from fancy though. they where made by his father from leather.he likes to go bare foot most of the time.
Aldald has a friendly nature. he trusts easily but has anger issues. though he has anger issues he manages to control it and stay true to his nature. he holds grudges though. say you got into his trusted fold then stole his favorite item. he wold never calm down around you or when he heard something about you. that is until he gets his revenge. he believes in the phrase you don't mess with me i will not mess with .
Aldald was born on a farm with his dad and mom. he learned the ways of a farmer from his dad and knew a little about fighting from his mom. he never payed much attention to the fighting thinking he would never need it. then while he was out taking care of some wolf cubs he found next to their dead mother a group of vampires murdered his parents and drank from their veins as one to bear grudges he took of to get those darn vamps as he would call em.
aldald later was found drunk under a bridge covered in claw and bite marks. he was muttering in his sleep about finally catching up to those vamps. he said he had rode horseback for 5 cold days and nights to finally catch up to those darn vamps. he took out his axe he used to cut firewood and fought them in a psychotic rage. he was losing to them because of their far superior strength and speed when they battlefield hushed with a howl breaking the air.
werewolves may not have cared for the human but later on he found out the cubs he took care of was part of their pack though albeit as normal wolves. they were grateful for him taking carte of them and saw what happened to his parents. they tracked him and returned the favor by helping exact revenge. though they people who found him believed this to be the mutterings of the town drunk and nothing more.
well he would let the child have the the empty coin purse Aldald was flat out broke after he was ripped off by the tavern keeper. he could always make a new purse from the extra fabric he had bought earlier that day so he could fix his favorite outfit.
i would take the wolves back to my place and help them get better. i may not know much human medicine but my prior knowledge from the cubs he raised back at the farm to help heal them. mainly by rest and bandages.
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As we can see you have no prior roleplaying experience, which may be the reason for your incomplete power-gaming and meta-gaming definitions. While the answers you have provided are correct in some regards or touch on the correct ideas, we're looking specifically for how each effects roleplaying in a multiplayer setting when interacting with others. Try providing examples in your corrected response for more clarity. If you're struggling to figure out what exactly you're missing, try having a look at some of our previously accepted applications.
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-Minecraft IGN: Prince_S
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat):
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: I have played on many roleplay servers and have atleast 3 years or so of roleplay experience.
servers:
Loa,Lotc,Rok,FOWL,FOWL2(thebigdig),Athos,FONW,The wall.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: The act of power gaming is defined as any action taken by a player that is unfair in some way to another player.
One example would be to dominate an rp fight by not taking giving another a chance to counter or playing a move that was impossible or unrealistic.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: The act of Meta gaming is defined as the use of information outside the knowledge of the character being used to the advantage of that character by the player.
One example would be to use your opinions of a player to decide how your character will act towards them or to spread or use information about plots or attacks that your character would have no knowledge of.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Florence of Behmos
-Character race: Human
-Character age: 15
-Character Occupation: Traveler
-Character description: Florence stands at 5'2", he has a dark olive complexion. He changes his wardrobe often, but will usually stick to
his staple of a long shirt, leather straps for holding his gear, gloves, and pants. On occasion he may also wear light robes.
His eyes are bold blue and his face is dotted with freckles, he has fairly long hair for a boy and may wear a headband to keep it tidy.
His build is fairly light, as he was kept inside for most of his life. His wardrobe shifts with his personality.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Florence is the adventurous sort, his lift spent inside had given him a hunger for the unknown, and as such he spends a lot of time traveling
to far off towns in search of knowledge. His personalty could be described as a mixture of choleric and phlegmatic, however, when he
is put into situations of power, his ego will grow rapidly and he will become much more choleric. On the other hand if he is forced into a
position of submission or servitude his personality will shift much more to phlegmatic.
-Character biography :
Florence spent most of his life not knowing the sun. His father was an old retired merc, a careless fellow with more care
for mead than his own mother. The man's name was John, he had gotten into the merc business when he was just a
young man, it had taken him across the lands. There was many an exciting tale in the old mans head, but alas no one
would ever hear them for he held spite for all the youthful. He had no doubt gotten many a foolish village girl pregnant
over the years but would not face the consequences until he found himself in one of those villages again, unfortunately
for him the girl he left behind was the daughter of a jarl, whom insisted that he take Florence and raise him or he would
have his sword hand. Florence was not just unlucky to be his ******* son, he was also unlucky for the fact that his
father had many enemies. One such enemy had every reason to want him dead, but could not raise a fist against him,
for John was a friend of his master, and would not approve. What he could do however, is convince him to wager his
son in a card game.
As Florence's luck would have it, he was won by his father's enemy. His name was Lao of the Oxfel house, he had served
as a merc with John in his early years, and the two had become enemies when John deserted his company and left Lao to
die. Lao never settled down, he was an arrogant man and would not admit even to himself that he had grown old. He had
his own troop of men but swore his sword to the jarl of the town John was staying in at the time, a little village known for their mead. When he was not taking part in a war he would take standard mercenary work.
He and his men were holed up in an old fortress, a remnant of the old alliance. Florence was not more than 5 at the time,
and he grew up not knowing that Lao was not his true father. Lao beat Florence on a daily basis, he believed John would
meet the boy again some day, and that he would be then faced with what he had let Lao do to his son.
Florence was curse by Lao with a devotion to Behmos, the god of darkness and sin. He would often shout obscenities at
Florence, calling him "cursed child" and telling him that it was the will of the gods for him to be beaten.
Florence spent most of his life in a single room, but when his father was away the guards would let him roam the fortress.
He would explore areas of the fortress left untouched, unnoticed by the troops whom cared more to spend their time in
the sun. Florence found many exciting things, a lab filled with jars of preserved creatures and potions, a reading room
with a long ceiling and bookshelves to match. Florence was not entirely without mercy in the fortress, the head of the
guardsmen, Ah'kos, knew what Lao did to him when he was at the fortress, and would do what he could to show the boy
kindness. Unlike most of the troop, Ah'kos had spent much of his life as a scholar, and had much knowledge to share.
When Florence brought him a book he had found he decided to teach him how to read. He was unsure if Florence would
ever leave the fortress, and could at least make sure he had something to do. Florence spent much of his spare time in
the room of books, reading mostly boring stories. However he did find something exciting to read about in those books,
he found many books describing the epic tale of the elven mage warriors. Florence was amazed at the tales of those
whom could command such power whilst being so small and weak like him, he would go through novels of the sort like the
guards went through mead.
His search for more tales of magic eventually lead him to a strange book sealed with black wax. Inside the pages Florence
would find actual lessons of magic, he was amazed, for he believed the stories he had read were mere fairy tales.
"Could it be real? could a weakling like him actually hold such power?" he wondered. Florence was determined to find out
the truth, for he was tired of being beaten, tired of feeling weak and helpless. As he read on he found it to be true,
Florence had found his greatest passion that day.
Florence would spend most of the following years studying the various books. He found a weak trinklet inside one of the
larger books which he would practice with. He also occupied his reading time with books on alchemy. He found the lab
very useful, not only for its many books and recipes but also for the ingredients and equipment. Florence was able to
provide some weak potions to the guards. Not exactly the biggest contribution, but the guards found it cute that he
wished to help out and developed a fond image of him. Over the years he gained enough experience to use basic magic.
He was never able to perform the spectacles he had imagined he would but was able to send a current of electricity
through his palm. Florence never had the heart to test his powers on anyone, he focused more on stronger currents
rather than bolts, as he figured it would be more powerful coming straight from his palm, he would use rats as test
subjects, sometimes finding rather large ones.
As Florence got older, whispers of discontent slowly spread through the guards men. It had been a year since they had
heard from Lao, and Ah'kos was not shy about his thoughts of abandoning the fortress. After scouts reported back that
there had been no sight of him anywhere Ah'kos gave the order. The troops would head to their home towns to visit
family before looking for new work, Ah'kos was kind enough to take Florence along him. Leaving the fortress was strange
for Florence, it was all he had ever known. It was a frightening new feeling or him to leave it behind, but with the
fortress he also left behind the memories of his suffering. Florence wished to leave it all behind, every memory, he even
left behind his books and his potions, he wished to rid himself of as many memories as he could, but convinced himself
to hold onto his trinklet.
There was one other memory he didn't have the heart to cast out though, and that was Ah'kos. Ah'kos had family in the
human village however Florence did not make the full trip with him. It was in a quiet settlement that Florence met Ven,
a spritely teenage girl whom ran a successful apothecary business in the second story of her father's tavern.
Ven was like a big sister to him, her high spirits kept everyone around her in a good mood and she had more than enough
energy to keep up with young Florence. Ven had a lot of customers across the lands whom valued her potions, and
when she learned that Florence was a novice alchemist she immediately demanded that Ah'kos let Florence stay and
work for her.
Florence worked for her until he was 15, he kept expanding his knowledge of magic when he could find an animal weak
enough to kill. Florence's trinklet however eventually fell into pieces and he was left with no artifact.
Ven had hired more workers over the years, and their potions sold all around the land, they even had a hand in supplying
some of the armies around Saphriel. Florence was helping take stock when they received a knock on the door, an old
priest of some sort had shown up at their doorstep. Florence assumed he was there for medicine, and let him inside.
The man revealed himself to be John, he told that Florence he was his father, he told him that he knew that he had a
father but that Lao was not his real father. He told Florence how he had lost him as a child, and he told him that he
had made a mistake and that he had changed his ways and became a holy man of Aderoth. He invited Florence to come
with him, to step into the cleansing light with him, and to let him know him as his son.
Florence was unsure if it was the right thing to do, even if Ven didn't need his help he had come to think of her as family.
However Florence was conflicted, he had never had a father, and something inside him urged him to go. In the end
Florence packed up his belongings and said his goodbyes. It was no easy task to leave his home, but he had done it
before. There was something else Florence felt, he could not quite put his finger on it, the open trails, the new people
he was sure to meet and the sights he was sure to see. Inside he longed to travel, he had spent so much of his life
stuck in one place or another.
John was a member of a traveling clergy, they would provide blessing and healing and would accept donation.
When Florence arrived in their camp he was welcomed with open arms, they had arrived just before nightfall, and Florence
was told that he would be baptized in the morning. The members of the clergy were all around his father's age, it was
clear the clergy was in dire need of youths. However Florence felt strange in their presence, an unshakable feeling filled his
head when he was around them. The head of the clergy was even older than his father, he was adorned with a pure white
robe and beaded necklaces with strange pendants on the end. Florence was told that he would need to take an oath to
Aderoth if he wished to travel with them, and of course he agreed. He was told the oath, and was ready to take it.
On bended knee Florence looked to the priest, but he corrected his gaze up to the stars. Florence began the oath
"Aderoth hear my tongue, my name is Florence, Florence of Behmos-" just then ever member of the clergy uttered a
shocked gasp, causing Florence to lower his head in surprise. The head priest gave him a look of dread, as though he
had cursed the mans name in front of him. John looked very worried, all were too afraid to speak at that point.
The head priest rose from his seat and told Florence to utter his name once again.
Florence said once again "my name is Florence, of Behmos."
He could see the color drain from his face before he spoke "it is as I feared, he is cursed"
The priests began to show hostility, with many uttering a short prayer before unsheathing their daggers.
Florence stood up with a start, he began to panic, looking around at the angry faces of the clergy.
He looked to his fathers face, he was not angry, but he looked like he had no idea what to do. Silently he mouthed "run"
to Florence. Florence started sprinting as fast as he could, he ran until he was sure he had lost them.
Florence took a moment to compose himself, to make sense of what was happening. In an instant everything on his
shoulders came crashing down, every struggle, every fear, every memory filled with gilt, filled with fear, filled with pain.
He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, everything he knew hurt, there was only one feeling that was making
sense to him. That was his longing to forget, his longing to leave it all behind, to forget those he had left and those who
had hurt him. He wished to escape it all. In the distance he saw a light, too big to be a camp.
Florence got to his feet and ran.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Florence would be shocked, he had never been robbed before.
He pondered whether it was worth chasing him, but then remembered he had not yet bought his bread for the day.
He took off sprinting after him, his smaller form and agility let him weave seamlessly through the small gaps in the crowd.
He eventually loses sight of the boy but does not yet give up the search.
Florence would then walk around asking the shop owners and the merchants and even the homeless if they had seen him.
He did not find him until late in the day, his stomach grumbled and his feet ached and stank from all the walking.
He asked the priest at the church if he had seen him.
To his surprise he claimed there was a boy matching his description there at the church, he was the son of a nun there.
Florence was lead to the nuns quarters, he promised a small donation if the priest would leave him to interrogate her alone.
Florence confronted her as she was making supper, he shouted at her "wheres the boy? I want my coin!"
The nun looked worried, "oh please do not harm him" she pleaded with him.
"though misguided, he is well meaning, he takes to give donation to the church."
The nun called for her son, he would stand infront of her, holding the coin purse up to Florence.
Florence flashed a wicked grin as he counted his coin.
"I see, you have a good heart, I shall donate as much as I can afford before leaving this place."
The boy and his mother looked relieved, they gave their upmost thanks but Florence cut them off
"don't thank me, you will still need to convince me not to tell the guards of this incident.."
the two of them looked as though they had seen a ghost, they had no words.
Florence sat down in one of the better seats in the room, he began taking off his boots and sliding his stockings down off his feet.
"The two of you had better get over here and lick my feet, if you want me to consider letting this slide" he said with a snicker.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-colored wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Florence would be unsure what to do with the wolf, skinning the poor thing never crossed his mind.
He didn't know much about healing, but he was not about to let her die.
Florence reached his hand out to grab her leg, and was met with her fangs sinking into his arm.
Florence would want to scream, but would keep as quiet as be possibly could.
As the wolf held firm onto his arm he would whisper to her, trying to calm her down.
As she was occupied he would be able to apply some of his potion to her wound, easing her pain.
As the wolf felt relief from her suffering she loosened her grip and Florence was able to pull his arm away.
It would be a struggle, but Florence would get the trap open, he earned himself some bloodied fingers but managed to release the jaws.
Afterwards Florence would rip up his shirt to create some bandages.
He coated it with a layer of potion to prevent infection and sealed it tight.
He also made sure to bandage his own wound.
Florence was no expert and he could not determine if she would live, but he did all he could to help her.
He fed her the bit of dried meat he carried and emptied most of his canteen into her maw, giving the rest to the pups.
Florence pondered the idea of taking one of the pups, but considered that it might put the wolf mother in distress.
However almost as though she had read his mind she prodded one of the larger pups towards him, so Florence said his farewells to the mother and took the pup along with him.
The two of them would head back to the town he had just left to retrieve more water.
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-Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
Florence spent almost his whole life training to become a mage, his lack of any real combat skills or physical strength make
him a fairly weak character, which gave him even more inspiration to learn magic. He was in such a helpless place in his
life that he was pushed to gain the strength he needed through magic. With nothing to do, it was obvious he would
eventually uncover the secrets of magic, in his own right he may very well have been training himself more than even
adequately experienced mages.
Florence not only needs to use magic for his physical limitations, but he also will face great strife in his life for the fact
that he was devoted to Behmos. There will be many whom would not accept him, but who know if those gifted in the light
will be able to reveal his curse? If he is cast out by society, he may have to resist the temptation of embracing the
darkness and practicing dark magic. What evils in the land may wish to tempt him along his difficult path?
Florence chooses to focus on conducting electricity through touch because he believes it will make his attacks more
powerful. This will make him an extremely versatile character. Will he become an assassin and use his power for
clean killings? Will he become a thief and use it to paralyze guards for a hasty retreat? Will his dark side drive him to
becoming a monster whom uses a paralyzing shock to capture his victims? Will his studies in alchemy lead him to the life
of a scientist using his electric powers to conduct unjustifiable experiments on both the living and the dead?
Whatever path he takes his powers will prove to make him a much more interesting character.
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
The ability of the magic user is limited by concentration, skill, and the fragility of the artifact in which you are using to channel it.
Concentration is of course hindered in stressful situations, magic users may have to reach a certain level of proficiency in
or for magic to become useful in combat. Casting a spell will cause strain on the caster, while using more than one aspect
will cause immense strain, users of magic at some point will no longer be able to perform. And of course magic is limited to
the area around the user.
-Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
Magic users can channel their magical abilities through artifacts, all magic users can have 3 aspects with one of them being
elemental and strength of the ability is determined by the tier of the artifact.
-You are given a weak trinket of Electricity, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Florence would hold onto his trinklet tightly, he was always careful not to drop it but this time was a bit different.
Florence was unsure if it would hurt, if he would be able to control it or if it would have its way with him.
He had read the lessons over and over, more times than he could recall. Florence was very cautious to make sure he
wasn't going to end up killing himself, everything about it frightened him, but still he knew there was no going back.
As he closed his eyes his senses lit up, every sensation becoming stronger. He clenched his wrist, focusing the core
of his energy through the trinklet, into his body, and through his over hand. As he tried to remain concentrated,
he began to feel the energy manifest underneath his skin. He was doing it, he felt it clear as day, as he suspected it
hurt a fair bit but as he went on he began to become used to the pain. Florence attempted to keep it up as long as he could,
sweat dripped down his forehead as he held onto the current.
He felt as his legs gave way, his concentration was instantly broken as he fell backwards onto his rear.
His fingers still twitched from the experience, and he could feel almost every hair on his body standing up.
After composing himself, Florence would jot down his notes about the experiment, and then go take a nap.
Accepted
This is a marvelous application, nicely written, with few errors in general and an interesting character to boot! You've done an excellent job in bringing him to life, and we particularly enjoyed your magic application as well. We're looking forward to seeing you and Lenwë on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
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I updated it, if you could please check it again soon. =)
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Hello there Demonicmobster, and thank you very much for your interest in our server! So far there are no problems in your application, only certain things that need to be added to. We require at least three paragraphs for your character's backhistory and you've only provided one. Go ahead and expand a little bit, at least two paragraphs worth, and we'll be more than happy to finish with your review.
Thanks so much for your cooperation on this issue, and pleas let us know when you've updated your application.
Accepted
Florence sounds like a very interesting character. His backstory is well-crafted and extremely unique, and you've made an interesting portrayal of a potential dark side of fanatical Aderoth worshippers. We're looking forward to seeing you on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
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Accepted
The changes you have made have been deemed acceptable! We're looking forward to seeing you on-server soon! Welcome to Saphriel!
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