For the Dunmer names go to: www.uesp.net and search for Dunmer names and for the rules go to: elderscrollsakavir.enjin.com
Is that this page? http://elderscrollsa...88-how-to-apply
Because I've already been there and the rules listed don't seem to have a clear relation to my reasons for denial (meta/powergaming definitions aren't listed for example).
Edit: oh, and thanks for helping me find some names! I've got a lore-friendly one now to use once I'm sure how to edit my app.
No, there has never, ever been a sandbox game with a story or ending... except Grand Theft Auto... and Saints Row... and Red Dead Redemption... and Crack Down... and Assassins Creed...
OOC:
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the life of a character, and learning new things through that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information or knowledge for in-charactor use. Ex Friend "Yeah that hidden sword is by the mountains in town. Me *Sprints right towards it
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Matthaeus Sicarius
Nickname: -
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth. Matthaeus is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: A kind yet shy person Matthaues stays to himself always eager to learn new spells and enhance on his studies.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
M - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
M - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
M - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
M - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
M - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born to a big Imperial family in Solitude, Matthaeus was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Matthaeus because his father wante great things from him but Matthaeus didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Matthaeus began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
At age 12 Matthaues recieved a special gift from the mages. They gave him some old blue dyed armor along with a blue bandana. The mages told him about a story about a bright young mage who grew tired of just spells and wanted to become a rogue. Legend has it that this man never took off the bandana in public as he believed that it made him diffrent from all the others, and made him the great nightblade that he was.
Matthaeus began his journies with the mages at the age of 15 when they thought he was ready and knowledged enough in the arcane arts. He faught with many spiders and wolves but wanted more, he wanted an adventure. The mages began to notice this when he became unhappy.
When Matthaeus had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
Skooma Kills!
-P.s. I looked over the rules a good ten times like "what the hell is he talking about read the rules" but I found it XD
@pillowfighter227: Just give it up dude. You already screwed up and regardless of what you do, you're not gonna be accepted. The more you whine and cry about it, the more you look like a child. I've never known a 16 year old to beg like you are doing right now. It's truly pathetic. As to why you were perma banned, looks to me like it's easy to figure out. They want mature, intelligent players on their server. Both of which you appear to be missing from your person.
@op: I'm not going to put in an app right now, will wait until the server is up and running and see what a few of the reviews are like. I've been RPing since 2E AD&D. Hope everything works out well for you guys.
OOC:
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the life of a character, and learning new things through that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information or knowledge for in-charactor use. Ex Friend "Yeah that hidden sword is by the mountains in town. Me *Sprints right towards it
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Matthaeus Sicarius
Nickname: -
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth. Matthaeus is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: A kind yet shy person Matthaues stays to himself always eager to learn new spells and enhance on his studies.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
M - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
M - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
M - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
M - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
M - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born to a big Imperial family in Solitude, Matthaeus was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Matthaeus because his father wante great things from him but Matthaeus didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Matthaeus began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
At age 12 Matthaues recieved a special gift from the mages. They gave him some old blue dyed armor along with a blue bandana. The mages told him about a story about a bright young mage who grew tired of just spells and wanted to become a rogue. Legend has it that this man never took off the bandana in public as he believed that it made him diffrent from all the others, and made him the great nightblade that he was.
Matthaeus began his journies with the mages at the age of 15 when they thought he was ready and knowledged enough in the arcane arts. He faught with many spiders and wolves but wanted more, he wanted an adventure. The mages began to notice this when he became unhappy.
When Matthaeus had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
Skooma Kills!
-P.s. I looked over the rules a good ten times like "what the hell is he talking about read the rules" but I found it XD
A few red flags....
You can't come to Akavir with the knowledge of magic...unless you make a magic app before being accepted. I will most likely be the one to look at that as well.
There is no way you would be able to successfully be good at both destruction and restoration magic at 12.
No way to be a nightblade at that age either.
Those are only in High Rock.
You have improoved your app once again, but just like Bojangles said. You can't be at that age really good at both of the magic schools. So I would say that you would start as a rookie in Akavir with just a little knowlage of Destrucion or Restoration. Then you should join the Order Of Zindro Ahrol to train your magic abilities. You also have to make an magic app.
If you fix theese you will be accepted, and I am sorry for not pointing theese flaws out earlier.
I never said that I was "mastered", just that the mages thought I was knowledged "enough" to go into caves etc. with them. I will make a magic app however, but I never said that I ever mastered anything, and also wanted to know if I still have to change my backstory, I just thought it was immplied that I was still a rookie at magic.
~Thanks for your help Fox
Matt
P.S. I understand what you are saying and just wanted to change this from here..The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. Ill just do restoration for now at the age of when I was fifteen and will take your advice and learn more about destruction & restoration in-game.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
7/31/2012
Posts:
46
Minecraft:
11lucy123
Member Details
OOC:
IGN:11lucy123
Age:15
Why us?: Skyrim is a small obsession(or gigantic...I kind of me a support group but whatever) I love it
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Indeed
Define Role-Playing in your words: I believe that it is creating a character and becoming them to the best of your abilities. It is submerging yourself into another world and becoming that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: it is the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is making yourself more powerful then everyone else, or doing things that are impossible in that moment.
IC:
Name:Evangelina
Nickname:Lia
Age:18
Gender:Female
Race:Bosmor
Appearance: Evangelina is 5'6 with chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Personality:Evangelina is too kind for her won good, she trusts those who shouldn't be trusted. She is brave, but knows when it's time to back off. She has an adventurous spirit, and wants to explore the world and learn new things. She is driven by revenge, but is willing to open herself up. Deep down she is still the same trusting girl that lived in the forest.
In-game RP Fight example: Evangelina stood in front of him, her hand clutching her bow. "Oh little one, you think you can stop me with that silly thing?" He chuckled, casting his shadow farther. He was a Mage, a dark one. A shadowed sword appeared in his hand, radiating darkness. "You have not seen me with a bow my friend, I like to think that I am an expert" Evangelina retorted. He chuckled slightly, falling into a fighting stance. Evangelina drew back her bow, aiming for his head she released the arrow, piercing his shoulder. Holding his wounded arm he smiled. "My dead I am a necromancer, a mere arrow can not kill me." He spat. With that he surged forward, slashing his sword to her legs. She quickly sidestepped, slashing her sharp bowstring across his side. He cried out in pain, "so the butterfly's got a stinger?" He chuckled. Evangelina raised her hand, muttering something under her breathe. A flame erupted in her hand, the heat piercing the man. She extended her hand, forcing the flames to engulf the man in fire. He screamed in rage, "so shes got magic too he rasped before falling to his knees, raising his hands, and disappearing into the air.
Background: Evangeline grew up on a small farm, she was never special, she never stood out. From a family of seven, she was the runt. The one who sat in the forest, manipulating the plants into beautiful creations rather than honing her magic into a force of destruction. She never planned on joining a war, on killing people because of different beliefs, she wanted to create. To make beautiful things and travel the world for inspiration. She wanted to increase her skill with the bow, to become someone who used their power for good rather then evil. This was all before they came. Mages, heir power was fierce and unmatchable, none knew who they were, only hat they came to kill. Evangelina watched from the forest in horror as the flames engulfed her home, she watched them smile, laugh, congratulate each other in their skills. They would pay, they would suffer.
Evangelina looked around herself, she was in he middle of the woods. She was learning how to channel her magic, how to turn it into a force to reckon with. She pulled back her bow, willing the arrow to form. She released, muttering a spell underneath her breath causing the arrows to multiply, to pierce the tree three times. She smiled, she was ready for the next step. In order to become truly ready, she had to master more skills. And so she would do exactly that. She smiled softly, looks like she would get to travel the world, she would get to see new things. Just for a different reason. Revenge.
OOC IGN:Arudition
Age:16
Why us?:Because I love RP and the elder scrolls series and seek other players to RP with and to help me get better
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I will once I see the server/get approved
Define Role-Playing in your words Assuming Being a role in lore and guidelines and Roleplaying with other characters
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Using info from OOC and such If someone tells you they murdered someone IC in OOC your IC character does not know of that and using that for a advantage in IC Define Power-gaming in your words:Being unrealisticly overpowered and not giving other players a chance to act it out E.G Bandit "time to die" Siona "I am unbeatable" she brings out her sword and her amaxing skills chop his head off. Sarah cannot do anything as she is dead
IC
Name: Siona Hawker
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Redguard
Appearance: Black streamy hair and rich dark skin she wears a Tunic with green and white Matching her eyes delibereitly so it stands out Long hair coming down her shoulders And green eyes red lips and
Personality: Friendly kind and loving... But selfish and evil to some extent she would sell her friends for money. Traits Selfish and looks out only for herself and a few others Evil and Backstabbing Brave and confident and helpful loving and friendly
In-game RP Fight example: Siona finds herself confronted with a bandit. Siona shouts for help "Guards Friends anyone Help!!!" The bandit draws his/her sword "please don't kill me" Siona realises help is not coming She see's her chance she attempts to kick the bandits leg and trip him over Siona quickly runs away and doesn't look back *Alternative way* The bandit does not fall "well I guess I am going to die" The bandit ss Siona qets her fist out Siona attempts to swing a punch at the bandits face the bandit avoids and attempts a swipe at Sionas chest A gash appears Siona attempts punch the bandit with her other arm and then tries to escape this encounter Background:Siona was raised in a rich house hold in Anvil in Cyroddiil She was a bard learning songs they had always caught her interest by the age of 15 she had learnt every instrument and wished to know more songs. One day a man asked Siona to keep hold of a precious object and keep it for a few days Siona agreed but later the town guard caught on. They found out Siona had been holding a stolen Item a dagger it was Siona had 2 options Exile or Death Siona left her town and seeked refuge outside her village She spent time sleeping in inns and such in other towns but that quickly drained her money
3 years later Siona found her self Homeless and poor she had sold her instrument and her soul, she found herself working for some bandits, Cleaning up their mess, etc. She was subject to harassment She had no choice but to join them otherwise she would probably die soon enough and the bandits needed a maid to work The bandits had influenced her to look at life How that nothing will ever be perfect and always will be outcasts She was a lone She knew a dream man was out there somewhere. One day she ran away from those bandits making it for a nearby port and made it for a boat She did not know where it would take her she just risked it hoping it would leave her past behind. The boat set sail for Akavir While on board she heard men talk of Akavir and was told much about it and its races
Skooma Kills
The personality seems to contradict itself a lot.
Please expand the RP example. Make me interested in what is happening next
Please expand the backstory.
Did she have parents?
Exile or Death for stealing a dagger? The price would be jail or a few Septims
As it seems she had nothing, I doubt a captain would allow her to come to Akavir
Why did she run away from them?
Many parts of the backstory seem to be skipped or lacking detail.
OOC:
IGN:11lucy123
Age:15
Why us?: Skyrim is a small obsession(or gigantic...I kind of me a support group but whatever) I love it
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Indeed
Define Role-Playing in your words: I believe that it is creating a character and becoming them to the best of your abilities. It is submerging yourself into another world and becoming that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: it is the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is making yourself more powerful then everyone else, or doing things that are impossible in that moment.
IC:
Name:Evangelina
Nickname:Lia
Age:18
Gender:Female
Race:Bosmor
Appearance: Evangelina is 5'6 with chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Personality:Evangelina is too kind for her won good, she trusts those who shouldn't be trusted. She is brave, but knows when it's time to back off. She has an adventurous spirit, and wants to explore the world and learn new things. She is driven by revenge, but is willing to open herself up. Deep down she is still the same trusting girl that lived in the forest.
In-game RP Fight example: Evangelina stood in front of him, her hand clutching her bow. "Oh little one, you think you can stop me with that silly thing?" He chuckled, casting his shadow farther. He was a Mage, a dark one. A shadowed sword appeared in his hand, radiating darkness. "You have not seen me with a bow my friend, I like to think that I am an expert" Evangelina retorted. He chuckled slightly, falling into a fighting stance. Evangelina drew back her bow, aiming for his head she released the arrow, piercing his shoulder. Holding his wounded arm he smiled. "My dead I am a necromancer, a mere arrow can not kill me." He spat. With that he surged forward, slashing his sword to her legs. She quickly sidestepped, slashing her sharp bowstring across his side. He cried out in pain, "so the butterfly's got a stinger?" He chuckled. Evangelina raised her hand, muttering something under her breathe. A flame erupted in her hand, the heat piercing the man. She extended her hand, forcing the flames to engulf the man in fire. He screamed in rage, "so shes got magic too he rasped before falling to his knees, raising his hands, and disappearing into the air.
Background: Evangeline grew up on a small farm, she was never special, she never stood out. From a family of seven, she was the runt. The one who sat in the forest, manipulating the plants into beautiful creations rather than honing her magic into a force of destruction. She never planned on joining a war, on killing people because of different beliefs, she wanted to create. To make beautiful things and travel the world for inspiration. She wanted to increase her skill with the bow, to become someone who used their power for good rather then evil. This was all before they came. Mages, heir power was fierce and unmatchable, none knew who they were, only hat they came to kill. Evangelina watched from the forest in horror as the flames engulfed her home, she watched them smile, laugh, congratulate each other in their skills. They would pay, they would suffer.
Evangelina looked around herself, she was in he middle of the woods. She was learning how to channel her magic, how to turn it into a force to reckon with. She pulled back her bow, willing the arrow to form. She released, muttering a spell underneath her breath causing the arrows to multiply, to pierce the tree three times. She smiled, she was ready for the next step. In order to become truly ready, she had to master more skills. And so she would do exactly that. She smiled softly, looks like she would get to travel the world, she would get to see new things. Just for a different reason. Revenge.
Powergaming definition is partially wrong. The correct one can be found on our forums
I suggest shrinking the height. An unlikely tall Bosmer is around 5'5
Please expand the appearance
Please make the backstory more like an In Game chat.
Where was she born?
Magic requires an application on our forums. Also, she would need to learn it not start out knowing it.
How did she learn to use a bow?
Random Mages came and burnt her village? That is unlikely
Please, please, please don't make a character about revenge. They only have a tiny purpose and do not expand RP for yourself
How did she get to Akavir?
How did she learn about Akavir?
IGN: RK9ify Age: 13 Why us?: I've been looking for a few ES servers, but couldn't find any. I found this one, and thought that I should join. It also looks very interesting. Time you can dedicate: I have a lot of downtime. If I find a server very intresting, I'm on it for quite a while. Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person takes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC. Define power-gaming in your words: When someones character is unbeatable. He can kill 5 people with one arrow.
Name: Sky Greysword Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Not very heavily armored. He has too parkour a lot. Weapons: Draugr sword, hidden blades. Personality: Very mysterious. He doesn't talk a lot. He is very friendly with people he can trust. He is still, very kind too people but won't talk a lot too them.
IGN: RK9ify Age: 13 Why us?: I've been looking for a few ES servers, but couldn't find any. I found this one, and thought that I should join. It also looks very interesting. Time you can dedicate: I have a lot of downtime. If I find a server very intresting, I'm on it for quite a while. Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person takes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC. Define power-gaming in your words: When someones character is unbeatable. He can kill 5 people with one arrow.
Name: Sky Greysword Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Not very heavily armored. He has too parkour a lot. Weapons: Draugr sword, hidden blades. Personality: Very mysterious. He doesn't talk a lot. He is very friendly with people he can trust. He is still, very kind too people but won't talk a lot too them.
Fill out the application.
Powergaming definition is wrong
Name is not lore friendly
Expand the appearance
He can not have any weapons
Make an RP example
Make a backstory.
Read the rules
OOC:? IGN:Mowzers Age:13 Why us?:Because of the awesome gameplay Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yes Define Role-Playing in your words:Sorry But I Can't Define Meta-gaming in your words:Sorry But I Can't Define Power-gaming in your words:Sorry But I Can't IC:? Name:Mowzers Nickname: (Cat Tamer) Age:13 Gender:Male Race:Khajiit Appearance:Young Personality:Dark In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Background: (You Come Up With Somethis Random For This Part)
Guys, why did I get perma banned for that? I mean, come on! You didn't even give me a chance. Please, I've made a better more suitable whitelist req. Give me another chance... please, I promise you I will behave.
EDIT: Guys, if you give me another chance, (hopefully, please..) I will make a third repost here so you won't have to check Page 166 everytime, I am really sorry on my first request and made a new one, a better one.
OOC: Out of character IGN: PureBoricua Age: 17 Why us?: I am a fan of the Elder Scrolls series and I am looking forward to play on an RP server, so this is just perfect. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I have. Whether or not I'm accepted this server looks like it deserves the vote. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like acting. You assume the character you have chosen to be and you play through that role. Your character only knows what you started him with and what he learns throughout his journey. You don't simply play Minecraft like normal, you play your part. You are apart of this servers story and you add to it as you play. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character knowledge while playing the game. Some examples include: Using someones name without being introduced. Talking to people outside of game to locate places. Knowing how to use weapons without proper training. Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character seem overly powerful. Doing unrealistic things that your character wouldn't be able to do. Some examples include: Instantly killing people. Killing people without having them act it out. Have perfect accuracy with a bow when your not an archer of some sort.
IC: In Character Name: Thárdir Cedric Nickname: ----- Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf) Appearance: 5'4" tall. Lightly tanned skin. Brown hair. Slightly scarred up body from hunting incidents. Normally wears a green to blend extremely well with the forest. Personality: Unwilling to trust people at first, but is very loyal and friendly once you gain his trust. Tries to avoid fights when possible, but will not hesitate to defend himself or his friends. In-game RP Fight example: Going back home with arrows I just bought from the market. As I was walking, I see a man in my part of the woods. From a distance I couldn't see what he was doing so I got closer, making sure to stay hidden. As I got closer I could tell he was swinging something at the tree in front of him. Then I heard it. *Snapping and cracking noises* The tree began to fall. As soon as it started to tilt I leaped towards him and yelled, "What are you doing!" Lumberjack - "Chopping down this tree obviously." Me - "You can't do that! I won't let you continue!" Lumberjack - "Is that so? Well what do you plan on doing about it." I noticed he gripped his axe tighter. I took a few steps back and called for the animals of the forest. Lumberjack - "What are you doing?" Me - "Turn around." He slowly turned to see a pack of wolves starring him down with hunger in their eyes. Lumberjack - "I'm sorry, please let me go! I don't want to die like this. I won't ever come back here." Me - "You already damaged my forest! Now you must pay the price!" I wielded my bow and pulled one of my newly purchased arrows and in one quick motion, shot him in the chest. As he fell, you could hear the wolves howls from across the forest. Background: Born and raised during the war, I was trained by my father to hunt, fight, and survive. My mother taught me how to read, write, and handle money. Unfortunately I was going to have to use these skills much sooner than I thought. Our village in the forest was isolated from the rest of the war, but we were always prepared for something to happen, or at least we thought we were. One day the children of the village were out playing and decided to roam farther out than ever before. They went a little too far. A knight fighting in the war found them and captured them. He took them to the others where they decided to have the children show them the way to the village thinking they could use it as a settlement. They held the kids at sword point and had them lead the way. We could here the kids crying and went towards them. The knight yelled "Get any closer the the kids die!" We didn't want to start a fight so we listened. But soon after we agreed to drop our weapons we here a rustling of leaves and crackling sounds from behind. Me - "For the love of Y'ffre have mercy on us..." The forest began to burn. One of the knights had snuck around while we were transfixed on the situation at hand. We drew our weapons and began to fire, but they had reinforcements. They stormed into the village. From the trees where I was shooting from, all I could hear were the screams of my people. Then I saw my father. he was shooting at the knights when an arrow got him in the back and he fell. I ran towards him. I pulled my dagger out and killed anyone in my way. Me - "Dad, are you ok?" With tears in my eyes I knew what the answer was. All he could say was - "Son, go to Akavir. It's safe there. The war can't touch you there. Don't worry about me, this is my home and now is my tomb." He eyes slowly closed and he was gone... So I ran. I ran farther then I ever ran before.
When I finally stopped, I was in a town on the coast. I could hear a Bard singing a song about the wonders of Akavir. I saw a ship being loaded in the distance. I went towards it. It was huge. Bigger than anything I have ever seen. I saw a sign that read - "Boarding for Akavir" My dad told me that Akavir was a safe place. So I decide to board the ship, but I was stopped by a guard. Guard - "Ticket?" Me - "I don't have one." Guard - "Then get of of the way and stop wasting my time." I didn't have money to buy a ticket, so I had no choice. I had to sneak on. I saw some workers loading crates on the ship. So while no one was watching, I quickly jump into one and hid under it's cover. It was full of cloth and fabrics. Once I felt the ship set sail, I knew it was ok for me to come out. So I peeked out from under the covers and made sure no one was watching. I leaped out and blended into the crowd of people on board. I stayed hidden most of the time and didn't attract any attention. A few days past and I could already see the shore of the new land, Akavir. At that moment, I could hear my dad's voice again. I knew I would be fine here in Akavir.
Why us?: I am a big fan of The Elder Scrolls series, as well as Minecraft and the roleplay experience it can provide in the right environment. Done right, a story can be molded that acts as an ever-changing history, influenced by the members and their actions. On an rp server, everything you do changes the "story" of the server, both in ways big and small. And to me, the prospect of being a part of that experience within a universe shaped to reflect that of The Elder Scrolls games in Minecraft is enticing to say the least. I've seen the videos. I've seen the architecture, and the lore of the server, and to be honest, the idea of shaping the history of a future Tamriel sounds irresistibly entertaining, especially within Minecraft's infinite realm of creative possibility. Simply put, I want to be a part of this server. And as a part of it, I want to see it prosper.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is creating a character in a community environment and maintaining that character in a collaborative story established over a given period of time by the members of that community.
Define Meta-Gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is making use of outside-knowledge that one's character should not or cannot be aware of. It is frowned upon because it takes away from the rp experience, and generally degrades the over-all quality of the story's progression. Gone unchecked, Meta-gaming can erode an rp over time until the entire story has essentially fallen apart. Honest players do not engage in this activity.
Define Power-Gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is over-powering your own character in your role-play either through direct in-character actions that don't allow others to act-out (such as instant-killing rather than attacking, or attempting to kill), or through giving your own character skills that he or she should not or cannot have. Honest players do not engage in this activity.
Nickname: Jarry (Pronounced Jerry, only intended for use by close friends)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: 6'1", medium-length black hair, dark eyes. Light tan from travels. Stocky build. Not too muscular, but a degree of upper body strength not to me ignored. Serpent tattoos on each arm. Single scar beneath right eye.
Personality: Jarek, for reasons all his own, prefers solitude to city life. He spent a good bit of his life in the city, and while he can function in society, he simply prefers his solitude. You're more likely to find him in a shack in the snow than in a home in the city, though he is known to frequent the taverns and inns around Akivir. He's friendly to those he's used to, but experience has taught him to keep a hand close to his sword when dealing with strangers. He can come across as terse and serious in an unfamiliar encounter, but will quickly share in a drink and a laugh with trusted associates if the setting permits. A learned man, burdened by wisdom and experience that only adversity in youth could supply. He's kind at heart, however. All in all a neutral-good character, Jarek has a strong sense of honor and morals falling within his own philosophy of "do what you can where you can, but don't stick your neck out for people who won't return the favor". Worth trusting, but not to be relied upon infinitely. His own agenda takes precedence.
In-Game RP Fight Example: Jarek is walking down a windy forest road. The sky is gray and the air smells of rain. A storm is coming, and he knows it. Among the rustling of leaves in the wind, it is difficult to make out any particular sounds. The calm of the woods on a dreary day breaks permeates the path, and as the smell of pine and oak breezes around Jarek, his mind is occupied on finding a shady tree or a rocky outcropping beneath which to take shelter for the storm. It was early fall, and the summer rains had not yet blown south on the north wind. A storm at this time of the year could last well into the night. And Jarek would need a place where he could keep a fire. These thoughts were interrupted by a single unwelcome sound in the forest. A twig snapping somewhere down the path behind him. Too sharp to be from the footfall of any delicate woodland creature. And yet too light to be from that of a bear. This footstep was from a man. And on these lonesome forest paths, men hiding in bushes rarely hid in bushes alone. Jarek had reached this natural conclusion, turning to face behind him down the path just as his pursuer sprung from the bushes out onto the path before him.
???: Not so fast, Imperial!
Jarek draws his sword, establishing the mutual understanding that both parties are armed, as his stalker has already drawn his own.
Jarek: You're the one springing out of bushes with a toy sword.
???: Could sure make short work of you!
Jarek: Please, with that dull thing? You'd have your hands full with butter.
The mystery man grows red with frustration at this comment.
???: Enough of this! Hand over your coin purse!
Jarek: I'll pass. Why don't you go back to pillaging vegetable carts? You're just not intimidating enough to mug an armed man. Look at that stance. Are you trying to threaten me or offer me flowers? Hmph. Forest raiders. They get more and more desperate each year.
Jarek turns to leave.
The man, which Jarek now knows to be a forest bandit, whistles into the treeline.
Jarek hears a rustling and turns to see four armed men step out from the bushes and join the first.
Jarek: And you brought your friends. Are you all going for a forest picnic?
Bandit: Shut up and give us your money!
Other Bandits: Yeah! give us your coin! We could go for a good brew!
Jarek begins to lose his patience.
Jarek: Fine. You want my money?
Jarek drops the bag of coin at his feet.
Jarek: Come and get it.
The first man runs at Jarek who deflects his sword, trips him, knocking the sword from his hand and slipping his own sword into the man's belt and cutting it causing the man's pants to fall around his ankles as he trips into the mud.
Jarek: Any other takers?
The next two move in formation around Jarek attempting to rush him from both sides and catch him off guard. He parries the first man's blow, driving his sword through his now undefended stomach, and turning the man around so that the second man running towards him is skewered with the first. Both fall to the floor dead.
The last two turn and run back down the path. They make it about 400 yards before Jarek drops his sword, drawing his wood bow from upon his back and turning it on its side before notching two arrows, and letting them fly into their backs. The men fall simultaneously to the ground and Jarek approaches them to search their bodies.
He finds little of value. Some wheat, an iron ingot or two for smelting. He ponders for a moment the possibility that they may have a camp nearby with a smithy that he could use for shelter if only he could retrace their steps, but again his thoughts are interrupted when he remembers the fellow he left still living back up the path. He turns to see him scrambling with his trousers around his ankles to reach the two dead bodies of his friends and retrieve the sword from them. Jarek reaches him first and finishes the job with another arrow from his quiver before collecting his sword from the bandit-kabob he'd left lying in the dirt and wiping it clean on the dewy grass of the woodland floor.
He picks up his coin purse and reattaches it to his belt before turning to admire his work.
Jarek: Filthy degenerates.
And with that he went whistling on his way.
Background: Jarek (as he is now known, and as we will call him, given his birth name is a mystery known only to himself and to those who have discovered his true identity) was born into nobility within the Imperial Capital City in Cyrodil. It was during the height of the great war, as tensions rose between the Thalmor and the Empire. When he was five years old, his parents were killed by a Thalmor raiding party on their way home from visiting old family friends out of town. Being a young boy, standard procedure would dictate that he be placed into an orphanage. But the city council, hurting economically from the expense of war, conspired for his family's fortune, and they cheated the boy out of his inheritance. Being so young, they believed no one would miss him if he were to vanish. And no one did, when they had him taken in the night and thrown bound and blindfolded from the carriage, ten miles down the road from the capital, in a small clearing in the woods. By the time he escaped from his bonds, the carriage was gone. And in what direction he could not tell. A passing merchant found him there by the roadside, and offered him a ride back into the capital. But the city council believed him to be dead. And they wanted him to be dead. Jarek could never return as himself. So he lived on the streets, and soon med friends with other boys in poverty. He grew up thieving to live, and in his teen years, his skill would become a profession. By sixteen, Jarek (at this time using the name "Aurelius Mirkwood", in order to protect his life), was the craftiest thief in the entire capital city. He exacted his revenge on the council by stealing large portions of their own fortunes over the course of ten years from age ten to age twenty, acting through generous contracts given to him by the local thieves guild. But it is at the age of twenty that Jarek's life takes a turn for the worst. During a heist gone wrong, he has to dispose of the goods in order to make his getaway. He cost the thieves' guild a lot of money. Money he couldn't hope to pay off. And he was in deep. It wasn't long before the guild, seeking dirt on Jarek to use as a means of extortion, discover the truth of his identity. And sell the information to the city council under the table in exchange for compensation for their lost "possessions". The council, in turn, put a ten thousand septim price on Jarek's head. Fearing for his life, Jarek fled north into Skyrim, shunning his life of crime and donning the alias "Jarek JÖrgunvald". Jarek could not afford to stay in one place, and spent the next five years travelling around Skyrim, learning the basics in a variety of trades. He found solace in the pine forests of Haafingar Hold, and spent much of his time in a small cabin he built there, where he thought he would be safe. It wasn't long, however, before a merchant he had met while working at a lumber mill in Falkreath came through and warned that there were Imperial bounty hunters in Solitude searching the area for a man fitting Jarek's description. It was clear that greed, and the allure of money would take his pursuers all across Tamriel in search of him. And so to be safe, he would have to leave Tamriel. Perhaps forever, or at least until the day when those who would see him killed were themselves dead. So Jarek packed up all he cared to carry with him, and headed for Eastmarch. There were a few close calls along the road, but eventually he made it to Windhelm, and got passage on a ship heading for Akivir, paying his fare with the last of his possessions he'd taken with him from the capital. And so, Jarek sailed off to this foreign land with nothing but the clothes on his back. And when he saw those shores, he knew he would never want to leave again. Akivir held hope for Jarek, and the chance at a new beginning. But as he stepped off of the docks, he couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of paranoia at the possibility that his past could still catch up to him. He decided it would be best to lay low for awhile. He got a job in the mines, and as soon as he'd earned enough to buy a sword, a bow and quiver, and a handful of arrows, he made his way out of the settlement and into the untamed wilderness of Akivir. And on that day, Jarek's wandering adventures in this unfamiliar land began. He had no certainty of where they would take him.
And it was that that gave him the most hope of all.
OOC:What's OOC?
IGN:philippyeo
Age:13
Why us?:I love roleplay and Elder Scrolls (The Series)
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Already Voted
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying, Were you can act like the character you've always wanted to be, seriously!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: I don't know Meta Gaming...
Define Power-gaming in your words: I don't know Power Gaming...
IC: I don't know IC...
Name:Philipp Yeo
Nickname: (Optional) Malcom
Age:13
Gender: M
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Rogue Like
Personality: Silent, Shy, when meeting new friends, Happy-go-lucky, Extremely Annoying, but funny to old friends.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) As Malcom shot his last arrow into the heart of an Imperial Guard, two more Guards came in from the behind! Imperial Guard: Stop! You have commited crimes against the Legion! Stop!!! But Malcom didn't speak, he just simply ran. He ran so fast that he lost the guards in mere seconds...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Malcom's past was violent and cruel, he stole and killed for a living... he mastered and loved the use of bows when he was just 9. He was born in Skyrim, where the dragonborn had already destroyed all of the dragons... People treated Malcom badly, they said he was the same as those bastards, the High Elves. He was poor when his father died, he had to steal. One day, when he was already 18, he tried to steal 3 Golden Trinkets, it was so shiny, but he forgot to bring his backpack, he tried to carry all of it, but he tripped and fall, one of the guards saw him and alerted the others, he had to kill all of them... which was easy for him, but he had a really high bounty because of that. So high that he had to leave Skyrim and go to Akivir, a place where he is not known... Perfect place to steal, since no one knows him... Yet!.....
Does the look like a damn troll app?? I just got lazy okay!? I've seen other requests with a lot worse than what I did, and YOU GUYS DIDNT PERMA DENIED THEM, WOW! Did you even read my app!? Jesus Christ! Well if you don't want me in fine! If you guys so badly want to get rid of my by evening accusing me of a ing troll app, so be it. Amazing staff the owner picked here.
IGN: RK9ify Age: 13 Why us?: I've been looking for a few ES servers, but couldn't find any. I found this one, and thought that I should join. It also looks very interesting. Time you can dedicate: I have a lot of downtime. If I find a server very intresting, I'm on it for quite a while. Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person takes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC. Define power-gaming in your words: When someones character is unbeatable. He can kill 5 people with one arrow.
Name: Sky Greysword Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Not very heavily armored. He has too parkour a lot. Weapons: Draugr sword, hidden blades. Personality: Very mysterious. He doesn't talk a lot. He is very friendly with people he can trust. He is still, very kind too people but won't talk a lot too them.
Is that this page?
http://elderscrollsa...88-how-to-apply
Because I've already been there and the rules listed don't seem to have a clear relation to my reasons for denial (meta/powergaming definitions aren't listed for example).
Edit: oh, and thanks for helping me find some names! I've got a lore-friendly one now to use once I'm sure how to edit my app.
Thanks I'll get it this time
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the life of a character, and learning new things through that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information or knowledge for in-charactor use. Ex Friend "Yeah that hidden sword is by the mountains in town. Me *Sprints right towards it
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Matthaeus Sicarius
Nickname: -
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth. Matthaeus is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: A kind yet shy person Matthaues stays to himself always eager to learn new spells and enhance on his studies.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
M - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
M - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
M - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
M - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
M - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born to a big Imperial family in Solitude, Matthaeus was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Matthaeus because his father wante great things from him but Matthaeus didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Matthaeus began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
At age 12 Matthaues recieved a special gift from the mages. They gave him some old blue dyed armor along with a blue bandana. The mages told him about a story about a bright young mage who grew tired of just spells and wanted to become a rogue. Legend has it that this man never took off the bandana in public as he believed that it made him diffrent from all the others, and made him the great nightblade that he was.
Matthaeus began his journies with the mages at the age of 15 when they thought he was ready and knowledged enough in the arcane arts. He faught with many spiders and wolves but wanted more, he wanted an adventure. The mages began to notice this when he became unhappy.
When Matthaeus had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
Skooma Kills!
-P.s. I looked over the rules a good ten times like "what the hell is he talking about read the rules" but I found it XD
Thank you!
A few red flags....
You can't come to Akavir with the knowledge of magic...unless you make a magic app before being accepted. I will most likely be the one to look at that as well.
There is no way you would be able to successfully be good at both destruction and restoration magic at 12.
No way to be a nightblade at that age either.
Those are only in High Rock.
I never said that I was "mastered", just that the mages thought I was knowledged "enough" to go into caves etc. with them. I will make a magic app however, but I never said that I ever mastered anything, and also wanted to know if I still have to change my backstory, I just thought it was immplied that I was still a rookie at magic.
~Thanks for your help Fox
Matt
P.S. I understand what you are saying and just wanted to change this from here..The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration
and destruction. Ill just do restoration for now at the age of when I was fifteen and will take your advice and learn more about destruction & restoration in-game.OOC:
IGN:11lucy123
Age:15
Why us?: Skyrim is a small obsession(or gigantic...I kind of me a support group but whatever) I love it
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Indeed
Define Role-Playing in your words: I believe that it is creating a character and becoming them to the best of your abilities. It is submerging yourself into another world and becoming that character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: it is the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is making yourself more powerful then everyone else, or doing things that are impossible in that moment.
IC:
Name:Evangelina
Nickname:Lia
Age:18
Gender:Female
Race:Bosmor
Appearance: Evangelina is 5'6 with chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Personality:Evangelina is too kind for her won good, she trusts those who shouldn't be trusted. She is brave, but knows when it's time to back off. She has an adventurous spirit, and wants to explore the world and learn new things. She is driven by revenge, but is willing to open herself up. Deep down she is still the same trusting girl that lived in the forest.
In-game RP Fight example: Evangelina stood in front of him, her hand clutching her bow. "Oh little one, you think you can stop me with that silly thing?" He chuckled, casting his shadow farther. He was a Mage, a dark one. A shadowed sword appeared in his hand, radiating darkness. "You have not seen me with a bow my friend, I like to think that I am an expert" Evangelina retorted. He chuckled slightly, falling into a fighting stance. Evangelina drew back her bow, aiming for his head she released the arrow, piercing his shoulder. Holding his wounded arm he smiled. "My dead I am a necromancer, a mere arrow can not kill me." He spat. With that he surged forward, slashing his sword to her legs. She quickly sidestepped, slashing her sharp bowstring across his side. He cried out in pain, "so the butterfly's got a stinger?" He chuckled. Evangelina raised her hand, muttering something under her breathe. A flame erupted in her hand, the heat piercing the man. She extended her hand, forcing the flames to engulf the man in fire. He screamed in rage, "so shes got magic too he rasped before falling to his knees, raising his hands, and disappearing into the air.
Background: Evangeline grew up on a small farm, she was never special, she never stood out. From a family of seven, she was the runt. The one who sat in the forest, manipulating the plants into beautiful creations rather than honing her magic into a force of destruction. She never planned on joining a war, on killing people because of different beliefs, she wanted to create. To make beautiful things and travel the world for inspiration. She wanted to increase her skill with the bow, to become someone who used their power for good rather then evil. This was all before they came. Mages, heir power was fierce and unmatchable, none knew who they were, only hat they came to kill. Evangelina watched from the forest in horror as the flames engulfed her home, she watched them smile, laugh, congratulate each other in their skills. They would pay, they would suffer.
Evangelina looked around herself, she was in he middle of the woods. She was learning how to channel her magic, how to turn it into a force to reckon with. She pulled back her bow, willing the arrow to form. She released, muttering a spell underneath her breath causing the arrows to multiply, to pierce the tree three times. She smiled, she was ready for the next step. In order to become truly ready, she had to master more skills. And so she would do exactly that. She smiled softly, looks like she would get to travel the world, she would get to see new things. Just for a different reason. Revenge.
The personality seems to contradict itself a lot.
Please expand the RP example. Make me interested in what is happening next
Please expand the backstory.
Did she have parents?
Exile or Death for stealing a dagger? The price would be jail or a few Septims
As it seems she had nothing, I doubt a captain would allow her to come to Akavir
Why did she run away from them?
Many parts of the backstory seem to be skipped or lacking detail.
Denied
Powergaming definition is partially wrong. The correct one can be found on our forums
I suggest shrinking the height. An unlikely tall Bosmer is around 5'5
Please expand the appearance
Please make the backstory more like an In Game chat.
Where was she born?
Magic requires an application on our forums. Also, she would need to learn it not start out knowing it.
How did she learn to use a bow?
Random Mages came and burnt her village? That is unlikely
Please, please, please don't make a character about revenge. They only have a tiny purpose and do not expand RP for yourself
How did she get to Akavir?
How did she learn about Akavir?
Denied
Age: 13
Why us?: I've been looking for a few ES servers, but couldn't find any. I found this one, and thought that I should join. It also looks very interesting.
Time you can dedicate: I have a lot of downtime. If I find a server very intresting, I'm on it for quite a while.
Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person takes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC.
Define power-gaming in your words: When someones character is unbeatable. He can kill 5 people with one arrow.
Name: Sky Greysword
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Not very heavily armored. He has too parkour a lot.
Weapons: Draugr sword, hidden blades.
Personality: Very mysterious. He doesn't talk a lot. He is very friendly with people he can trust. He is still, very kind too people but won't talk a lot too them.
Fill out the application.
Powergaming definition is wrong
Name is not lore friendly
Expand the appearance
He can not have any weapons
Make an RP example
Make a backstory.
Read the rules
Denied
IGN:Mowzers
Age:13
Why us?:Because of the awesome gameplay
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yes
Define Role-Playing in your words:Sorry But I Can't
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Sorry But I Can't
Define Power-gaming in your words:Sorry But I Can't
IC:?
Name:Mowzers
Nickname: (Cat Tamer)
Age:13
Gender:Male
Race:Khajiit
Appearance:Young
Personality:Dark
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Background: (You Come Up With Somethis Random For This Part)
EDIT: Guys, if you give me another chance, (hopefully, please..) I will make a third repost here so you won't have to check Page 166 everytime, I am really sorry on my first request and made a new one, a better one.
Thanks Fox!!
IGN: PureBoricua
Age: 17
Why us?: I am a fan of the Elder Scrolls series and I am looking forward to play on an RP server, so this is just perfect.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I have. Whether or not I'm accepted this server looks like it deserves the vote.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like acting. You assume the character you have chosen to be and you play through that role. Your character only knows what you started him with and what he learns throughout his journey. You don't simply play Minecraft like normal, you play your part. You are apart of this servers story and you add to it as you play.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character knowledge while playing the game. Some examples include: Using someones name without being introduced. Talking to people outside of game to locate places. Knowing how to use weapons without proper training.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character seem overly powerful. Doing unrealistic things that your character wouldn't be able to do. Some examples include: Instantly killing people. Killing people without having them act it out. Have perfect accuracy with a bow when your not an archer of some sort.
IC: In Character
Name: Thárdir Cedric
Nickname: -----
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)
Appearance: 5'4" tall. Lightly tanned skin. Brown hair. Slightly scarred up body from hunting incidents. Normally wears a green to blend extremely well with the forest.
Personality: Unwilling to trust people at first, but is very loyal and friendly once you gain his trust. Tries to avoid fights when possible, but will not hesitate to defend himself or his friends.
In-game RP Fight example: Going back home with arrows I just bought from the market. As I was walking, I see a man in my part of the woods. From a distance I couldn't see what he was doing so I got closer, making sure to stay hidden. As I got closer I could tell he was swinging something at the tree in front of him. Then I heard it. *Snapping and cracking noises* The tree began to fall. As soon as it started to tilt I leaped towards him and yelled, "What are you doing!" Lumberjack - "Chopping down this tree obviously." Me - "You can't do that! I won't let you continue!" Lumberjack - "Is that so? Well what do you plan on doing about it." I noticed he gripped his axe tighter. I took a few steps back and called for the animals of the forest. Lumberjack - "What are you doing?" Me - "Turn around." He slowly turned to see a pack of wolves starring him down with hunger in their eyes. Lumberjack - "I'm sorry, please let me go! I don't want to die like this. I won't ever come back here." Me - "You already damaged my forest! Now you must pay the price!" I wielded my bow and pulled one of my newly purchased arrows and in one quick motion, shot him in the chest. As he fell, you could hear the wolves howls from across the forest.
Background: Born and raised during the war, I was trained by my father to hunt, fight, and survive. My mother taught me how to read, write, and handle money. Unfortunately I was going to have to use these skills much sooner than I thought. Our village in the forest was isolated from the rest of the war, but we were always prepared for something to happen, or at least we thought we were. One day the children of the village were out playing and decided to roam farther out than ever before. They went a little too far. A knight fighting in the war found them and captured them. He took them to the others where they decided to have the children show them the way to the village thinking they could use it as a settlement. They held the kids at sword point and had them lead the way. We could here the kids crying and went towards them. The knight yelled "Get any closer the the kids die!" We didn't want to start a fight so we listened. But soon after we agreed to drop our weapons we here a rustling of leaves and crackling sounds from behind. Me - "For the love of Y'ffre have mercy on us..." The forest began to burn. One of the knights had snuck around while we were transfixed on the situation at hand. We drew our weapons and began to fire, but they had reinforcements. They stormed into the village. From the trees where I was shooting from, all I could hear were the screams of my people. Then I saw my father. he was shooting at the knights when an arrow got him in the back and he fell. I ran towards him. I pulled my dagger out and killed anyone in my way. Me - "Dad, are you ok?" With tears in my eyes I knew what the answer was. All he could say was - "Son, go to Akavir. It's safe there. The war can't touch you there. Don't worry about me, this is my home and now is my tomb." He eyes slowly closed and he was gone... So I ran. I ran farther then I ever ran before.
When I finally stopped, I was in a town on the coast. I could hear a Bard singing a song about the wonders of Akavir. I saw a ship being loaded in the distance. I went towards it. It was huge. Bigger than anything I have ever seen. I saw a sign that read - "Boarding for Akavir" My dad told me that Akavir was a safe place. So I decide to board the ship, but I was stopped by a guard. Guard - "Ticket?" Me - "I don't have one." Guard - "Then get of of the way and stop wasting my time." I didn't have money to buy a ticket, so I had no choice. I had to sneak on. I saw some workers loading crates on the ship. So while no one was watching, I quickly jump into one and hid under it's cover. It was full of cloth and fabrics. Once I felt the ship set sail, I knew it was ok for me to come out. So I peeked out from under the covers and made sure no one was watching. I leaped out and blended into the crowd of people on board. I stayed hidden most of the time and didn't attract any attention. A few days past and I could already see the shore of the new land, Akavir. At that moment, I could hear my dad's voice again. I knew I would be fine here in Akavir.
Skooma Kills!
IGN: thehunter0396
Age: 17
Why us?: I am a big fan of The Elder Scrolls series, as well as Minecraft and the roleplay experience it can provide in the right environment. Done right, a story can be molded that acts as an ever-changing history, influenced by the members and their actions. On an rp server, everything you do changes the "story" of the server, both in ways big and small. And to me, the prospect of being a part of that experience within a universe shaped to reflect that of The Elder Scrolls games in Minecraft is enticing to say the least. I've seen the videos. I've seen the architecture, and the lore of the server, and to be honest, the idea of shaping the history of a future Tamriel sounds irresistibly entertaining, especially within Minecraft's infinite realm of creative possibility. Simply put, I want to be a part of this server. And as a part of it, I want to see it prosper.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is creating a character in a community environment and maintaining that character in a collaborative story established over a given period of time by the members of that community.
Define Meta-Gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is making use of outside-knowledge that one's character should not or cannot be aware of. It is frowned upon because it takes away from the rp experience, and generally degrades the over-all quality of the story's progression. Gone unchecked, Meta-gaming can erode an rp over time until the entire story has essentially fallen apart. Honest players do not engage in this activity.
Define Power-Gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is over-powering your own character in your role-play either through direct in-character actions that don't allow others to act-out (such as instant-killing rather than attacking, or attempting to kill), or through giving your own character skills that he or she should not or cannot have. Honest players do not engage in this activity.
IC:
Name: Jarek JÖrgunvald (Pronounced Jare-ik Yor-guhn-vahld)
Nickname: Jarry (Pronounced Jerry, only intended for use by close friends)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: 6'1", medium-length black hair, dark eyes. Light tan from travels. Stocky build. Not too muscular, but a degree of upper body strength not to me ignored. Serpent tattoos on each arm. Single scar beneath right eye.
Personality: Jarek, for reasons all his own, prefers solitude to city life. He spent a good bit of his life in the city, and while he can function in society, he simply prefers his solitude. You're more likely to find him in a shack in the snow than in a home in the city, though he is known to frequent the taverns and inns around Akivir. He's friendly to those he's used to, but experience has taught him to keep a hand close to his sword when dealing with strangers. He can come across as terse and serious in an unfamiliar encounter, but will quickly share in a drink and a laugh with trusted associates if the setting permits. A learned man, burdened by wisdom and experience that only adversity in youth could supply. He's kind at heart, however. All in all a neutral-good character, Jarek has a strong sense of honor and morals falling within his own philosophy of "do what you can where you can, but don't stick your neck out for people who won't return the favor". Worth trusting, but not to be relied upon infinitely. His own agenda takes precedence.
In-Game RP Fight Example: Jarek is walking down a windy forest road. The sky is gray and the air smells of rain. A storm is coming, and he knows it. Among the rustling of leaves in the wind, it is difficult to make out any particular sounds. The calm of the woods on a dreary day breaks permeates the path, and as the smell of pine and oak breezes around Jarek, his mind is occupied on finding a shady tree or a rocky outcropping beneath which to take shelter for the storm. It was early fall, and the summer rains had not yet blown south on the north wind. A storm at this time of the year could last well into the night. And Jarek would need a place where he could keep a fire. These thoughts were interrupted by a single unwelcome sound in the forest. A twig snapping somewhere down the path behind him. Too sharp to be from the footfall of any delicate woodland creature. And yet too light to be from that of a bear. This footstep was from a man. And on these lonesome forest paths, men hiding in bushes rarely hid in bushes alone. Jarek had reached this natural conclusion, turning to face behind him down the path just as his pursuer sprung from the bushes out onto the path before him.
???: Not so fast, Imperial!
Jarek draws his sword, establishing the mutual understanding that both parties are armed, as his stalker has already drawn his own.
Jarek: You're the one springing out of bushes with a toy sword.
???: Could sure make short work of you!
Jarek: Please, with that dull thing? You'd have your hands full with butter.
The mystery man grows red with frustration at this comment.
???: Enough of this! Hand over your coin purse!
Jarek: I'll pass. Why don't you go back to pillaging vegetable carts? You're just not intimidating enough to mug an armed man. Look at that stance. Are you trying to threaten me or offer me flowers? Hmph. Forest raiders. They get more and more desperate each year.
Jarek turns to leave.
The man, which Jarek now knows to be a forest bandit, whistles into the treeline.
Jarek hears a rustling and turns to see four armed men step out from the bushes and join the first.
Jarek: And you brought your friends. Are you all going for a forest picnic?
Bandit: Shut up and give us your money!
Other Bandits: Yeah! give us your coin! We could go for a good brew!
Jarek begins to lose his patience.
Jarek: Fine. You want my money?
Jarek drops the bag of coin at his feet.
Jarek: Come and get it.
The first man runs at Jarek who deflects his sword, trips him, knocking the sword from his hand and slipping his own sword into the man's belt and cutting it causing the man's pants to fall around his ankles as he trips into the mud.
Jarek: Any other takers?
The next two move in formation around Jarek attempting to rush him from both sides and catch him off guard. He parries the first man's blow, driving his sword through his now undefended stomach, and turning the man around so that the second man running towards him is skewered with the first. Both fall to the floor dead.
The last two turn and run back down the path. They make it about 400 yards before Jarek drops his sword, drawing his wood bow from upon his back and turning it on its side before notching two arrows, and letting them fly into their backs. The men fall simultaneously to the ground and Jarek approaches them to search their bodies.
He finds little of value. Some wheat, an iron ingot or two for smelting. He ponders for a moment the possibility that they may have a camp nearby with a smithy that he could use for shelter if only he could retrace their steps, but again his thoughts are interrupted when he remembers the fellow he left still living back up the path. He turns to see him scrambling with his trousers around his ankles to reach the two dead bodies of his friends and retrieve the sword from them. Jarek reaches him first and finishes the job with another arrow from his quiver before collecting his sword from the bandit-kabob he'd left lying in the dirt and wiping it clean on the dewy grass of the woodland floor.
He picks up his coin purse and reattaches it to his belt before turning to admire his work.
Jarek: Filthy degenerates.
And with that he went whistling on his way.
Background: Jarek (as he is now known, and as we will call him, given his birth name is a mystery known only to himself and to those who have discovered his true identity) was born into nobility within the Imperial Capital City in Cyrodil. It was during the height of the great war, as tensions rose between the Thalmor and the Empire. When he was five years old, his parents were killed by a Thalmor raiding party on their way home from visiting old family friends out of town. Being a young boy, standard procedure would dictate that he be placed into an orphanage. But the city council, hurting economically from the expense of war, conspired for his family's fortune, and they cheated the boy out of his inheritance. Being so young, they believed no one would miss him if he were to vanish. And no one did, when they had him taken in the night and thrown bound and blindfolded from the carriage, ten miles down the road from the capital, in a small clearing in the woods. By the time he escaped from his bonds, the carriage was gone. And in what direction he could not tell. A passing merchant found him there by the roadside, and offered him a ride back into the capital. But the city council believed him to be dead. And they wanted him to be dead. Jarek could never return as himself. So he lived on the streets, and soon med friends with other boys in poverty. He grew up thieving to live, and in his teen years, his skill would become a profession. By sixteen, Jarek (at this time using the name "Aurelius Mirkwood", in order to protect his life), was the craftiest thief in the entire capital city. He exacted his revenge on the council by stealing large portions of their own fortunes over the course of ten years from age ten to age twenty, acting through generous contracts given to him by the local thieves guild. But it is at the age of twenty that Jarek's life takes a turn for the worst. During a heist gone wrong, he has to dispose of the goods in order to make his getaway. He cost the thieves' guild a lot of money. Money he couldn't hope to pay off. And he was in deep. It wasn't long before the guild, seeking dirt on Jarek to use as a means of extortion, discover the truth of his identity. And sell the information to the city council under the table in exchange for compensation for their lost "possessions". The council, in turn, put a ten thousand septim price on Jarek's head. Fearing for his life, Jarek fled north into Skyrim, shunning his life of crime and donning the alias "Jarek JÖrgunvald". Jarek could not afford to stay in one place, and spent the next five years travelling around Skyrim, learning the basics in a variety of trades. He found solace in the pine forests of Haafingar Hold, and spent much of his time in a small cabin he built there, where he thought he would be safe. It wasn't long, however, before a merchant he had met while working at a lumber mill in Falkreath came through and warned that there were Imperial bounty hunters in Solitude searching the area for a man fitting Jarek's description. It was clear that greed, and the allure of money would take his pursuers all across Tamriel in search of him. And so to be safe, he would have to leave Tamriel. Perhaps forever, or at least until the day when those who would see him killed were themselves dead. So Jarek packed up all he cared to carry with him, and headed for Eastmarch. There were a few close calls along the road, but eventually he made it to Windhelm, and got passage on a ship heading for Akivir, paying his fare with the last of his possessions he'd taken with him from the capital. And so, Jarek sailed off to this foreign land with nothing but the clothes on his back. And when he saw those shores, he knew he would never want to leave again. Akivir held hope for Jarek, and the chance at a new beginning. But as he stepped off of the docks, he couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of paranoia at the possibility that his past could still catch up to him. He decided it would be best to lay low for awhile. He got a job in the mines, and as soon as he'd earned enough to buy a sword, a bow and quiver, and a handful of arrows, he made his way out of the settlement and into the untamed wilderness of Akivir. And on that day, Jarek's wandering adventures in this unfamiliar land began. He had no certainty of where they would take him.
And it was that that gave him the most hope of all.
If one day i will get interested more in RP, i will try joining