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.
There may have been a chance for you to become unperma denied, but seeing how you insulted the staff and another player...
Why wont you make a new app?!? Proove to us that you weren't a troll and stop whining. BTW thanks for the insults
Oh so you're just going to ignore the perma deny? like you ignored my second request? So that's it? And I insulted the staff for accusing me of using a troll app. I begged for another chance because it's obviously NOT a troll app, but you guys said that I was just whining... Wow, amazing.
OOC:
IGN:philippyeo
Age:13
Why us?:I love serious roleplay and I love the Elder Scrolls series
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Already voted, yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is about controlling a character and acting to the theme.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Outside Knowledge applied to the lore or game Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is about people who roleplay impossible things or over powered things, or giving the opposing players no chance to fight back for example:
Jhon: Hey give me all your money!
Percy: No way!
Jhon: Give it!
Jhon: *Shoots Percy*
Jhon: *Steals all his money*
IC:
Name: Malriik Nordaviic
Nickname: (Optional) Malcom
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Tall, Brown hair, has a mask on his face going all the way down to his toes (At the back)
Personality: Malcom is a shy, silent guy when it comes to strangers, he usually don’t have a lot of friends. But if he is around his friends, he can be pretty destructive and wild.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Malcom: *Running, panting, away from two Imperial guards
Imperial Guard 1: Stop right there criminal scum!
Imperial Guard 2:Flank em’!
Malcom:*Climbs up a building and readied his bow
Imperial Guard 1 and 2 can’t climb up because of their heavy armors, they took cover
Imperial Guard 2: How can we kill him?! We can’t get up there!
Imperial Guard 1: Hold on! I am calling for backup! Distract that fiend!
Imperial Guard 2:Okay! *Gets out of cover with his shield drawn as soon as the other Imperial Guard burst out of Cover.
Malcom notices their plans and shot the coward running away.
Imperial Guard 2:By the Gods! This can’t be happening! Grok! Hold on! *Runs to the fallen guard’s aid.
Malcom saw his opportunity, he quickly turned back and ran away as far as he could.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Malriik Nordaviic was born and raised in a small bosmer villager. Everyone loved him so much in the village. He was a happy go lucky kinda kid. The villagers, and Malcom, had a happy prosperous life, without human contact, when a faithful day, when Malcom was 14… His village was attacked by a group of Orcish bandits! His parents told him to run away in the back entrance of the village and hide until the bandits are dealt with. But the villagers couldn’t hold off the attack… the bandits burned the houses and killed all the elves… As Malcom returned, he saw in shock… his village, still burning in flames, as he saw the bandits run away with a bunch of loot. He saw his parents… dead on the floor… and half of the villagers dead… As the sun passed, Malcom ran away, he took a bow with him and fled to a nearby city called Solitude.
There, in the city he became a thief, stealing golden trinkets and precious gems. One day as he was picking a lock in this inn, he saw an old man walk past him, a few minutes later he saw 8 Imperial guards chasing after him, he ran as fast as he could, and got away, but was heavily injured. He stayed low for a while in an inn. There he heard a prosperous land called Akavir. He asked more about this land called “Akavir”, there they said is richer than Solitude. Malcom was interested and soon boarded a ship to Akavir, were his tails shall soon recontinue…
He tried this weird smelling potion called Skooma, then an old man slapped his hand, throwing the skooma away telling him,
"Skooma Kills!"
EDIT: Guys, I'm sorry for al the ing and whining, I just really wanted to play on this server, and I assure you I am not, and will never be a troll okay?
Hey guys, this is BobMarley one of the Owners of Akavir. I would just like to announce that we will be adding in a greylist soon. This way you guys can decide if you want to apply to join or not. Make sure you check out our forums for more upcoming info. Hope to see you all around!
Why us?: How can you top Elder Scrolls + Minecraft? Since TES3 I've been into Elder Scrolls like a soviet doctor is into monkey experiments. I also am in love with RP servers. I don't want to get into a new RP server if it's not serious, but, I can tell with all the media this server has made that its legitimate. I used to write short stories about the Elder Scrolls on its official forums maybe 5 years ago so I'm well acquainted with lore.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I just did, but I'm not voting anywhere else until I've
actually experienced the server( if I get the chance.)
Define Role-Playing in your words: Purposely giving your character tons of emotional and physical weaknesses, and just one significant strong-point. I can't stand when a user tries to make their Rp character a "war hero," or "Legend in his homeland" type . So trust me, I know what RP is
Define Meta-gaming in your words: <Enters Morag Tong> "Did you guys hear about the chemical warfare that is going down in syria?"
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character the . If every player did this(which people try to do) then you'd have one giant Super Smash Brothers:Minecraft.
IC: Name: Ganalyn Indoril born south of Narsis, Southern Morrowind. (Occupied by Argonian warlords at the time) Nickname: n/a Age: 47 (keep in mind that's relatively young for a dunmer. Most live to around 400-1000 years in lore.) Gender: Hermaphrodite...just kidding, male Race: Dunmer Appearance: Dull blue skin with black hair. Wears a blue blouse imported from Stros M'Kai Personality: Ganalyn is kind of a negative character. He loves cartography but hates what he grew up doing, farming. His common sense makes him depressed considering the inwaw-like attitude of others. He strongly hates known-Hippocrates more then anything. He hates House Dres with a passion thinking that they and house Telvanni caused the Argonian invasion of his land.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Ganalyn was tending to the wounds of a hurt Guar on desolate swampy path where the Arnesian war toke place centures before. Him an his friend, an argonian female named Neerase where getting anxious.
" Neer, if an An'Xileel skirmish squad comes up thru this path, they will kill me! Hurry up!"
" Stop acting like a Bosmer Ganalyn! They would never harm a Dunmer traveling with an Argonian...Thats not a sl-"
As Neer was about to finish her words of comfort, a dwemer arrow skims Neer's arm. Ganalyn at this moment realized he was right so he whips out his steel dagger knowing he'd be fighting for his head. Neer brings out her spear and throws it in the thick bush and distincly hears Dunmeri moans. An entire skirmish squad on route to Argonia comes out and when Ganalyn see's they are Dunmer he quickly fears for his friends life
"Stop!" he yells. "She is with house Indoril-"
This time the arrow doesn't miss and hits Neer in the chest. In anger Ganalyn stabs one of the rangers in the throat and exposes his serveral Arteries. While he bleeds out he slits the throat of another ranger before he sees in the distance Neer was decapitated and the head is being mounted on her spear. Mortified, he realized he has no chance at fighting 10 more men so he hops on the wound guar and dashes off. He gets to his lords saltrice plantation where he works and informs his overseer.
" She was a waste of scales anyways, find a child who has enough experience to work with yo-"
Ganalyn stabbed him in the throat, then realizes what he did so hid the body in the lake nearby and told his lord, "Neer too went missing, they never liked each other so it can't be a coincidence the both are missing and aren't relating right?"
Background: Ganalyn is a simple saltrice plantation worker. He got himself in a hole when he murdered his overseer in which the workers of the plantation quickly came to believe that he killed an Argonian female, and the overseer The lord Deris Indoril ordered for his public execution. Upon Ganalyn learning of this in advance he hid at the border of Southern Morrowind. Hist trees started appearing at this point and this meant trouble. He wandered east throughout the dense swamps and jungles for two weeks before hitting the shore. He was caught be scouts of House Dres almost starving and was sent to the remains of Tear, where they sent him in exile for treason to Vvardenfell (which is now in ruins.) A storm brought their ship 1000 miles into the middle of the Sea of Ghosts. They stopped at an island and Ganalyn was used for his navigation skills. After he explained to the captain that they wouldn't be able to sail back due to the currents in the ocean, they had one choice. Sail east to the new immigration hotspot of many tamrieli's, Akivir.
Skooma Kills!
tldr; Is a salt-rice farmer who loves navigation. Sent in exile to Vvardenfell where his ship goes off-course landing in Akivir weeks later with half the crew dead due to Emecraphylia and dehydration. Is a fighter.
Sorry if this got a little sloppy, and I'm content with having to improve this although I think it doesn't need much more work.
-Bosmer's only have a first name, except big family names. But they are rare. So I would just take away your surname because the first name is perfect for a Bosmer
-Where was he born?
-How did his dad learn about Akavir?
Theese are very small issues and they are easy to fix so you should be accepted by me in no time if you fix them.
Thank you for making an app!
Alright. Let's fill in the gaps.
Name: Thárdir
I was born and raised in Arenthia of Valenwood. The children who went exploring went north out of Valenwood and into hostile territory. My dad worked as one of the villages merchants. He would travel to nearby port side towns to sell his goods and purchase things for the village. During his traveling back and forth he caught word of Akavir. He thought since we weren't in the war, there was no need to talk about it around the village.
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: Tiberius Vorsipellis
Nickname: Tiber
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 be ignored. Serpent tattoos on each arm. Single scar beneath right eye.
Personality: Tiberius, 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, Tiberius 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: Tiberius 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 Tiberius, 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 Tiberius 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. Tiberius 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!
Tiberius draws his sword, establishing the mutual understanding that both parties are armed, as his stalker has already drawn his own.
Tiberius: You're the one springing out of bushes with a toy sword.
???: Could sure make short work of you!
Tiberius: 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!
Tiberius: 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.
Tiberius turns to leave.
The man, which Tiberius now knows to be a forest bandit, whistles into the treeline.
Tiberius hears a rustling and turns to see four armed men step out from the bushes and join the first.
Tiberius: 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!
Tiberius begins to lose his patience.
Tiberius: Fine. You want my money?
Tiberius drops the bag of coin at his feet.
Tiberius: Come and get it.
The first man runs at Tiberius 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.
Tiberius: Any other takers?
The next two move in formation around Tiberius 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 Tiberius 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 Tiberius 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. Tiberius 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.
Tiberius: Filthy degenerates.
And with that he went whistling on his way.
Background: Tiberius (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. Tiberius 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, Tiberius (at this time using the name "Jarek JÖrgunvald", 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 Tiberius'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 Tiberius 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 Tiberius's head. Fearing for his life, Tiberius fled north into Skyrim, shunning his life of crime and donning the alias "Tiberius Vorsipellis". Tiberius 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 Tiberius'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 Tiberius 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. During his travels, Tiberius had often heard tales about a place called "Akivir" to the east. A place free from the great war, where men could live in peace. During his first few years in Skyrim, Tiberius had dabbled in a bit of magic (which he is still somewhat interested in, having a great appreciation for the scholarly arts, if not his first priority), and briefly attended the College of Winterhold before having to leave when Imperials began scouting the area on rumors of his presence. During his time there, he had spent many long hours in the Arcanaeum, and had read many books. Some of his favorite were books of history on the continent of Tamriel, and the other lands of Nirn. He especially liked the tale of the Nords coming down from Atmorra to do battle with the Falmer over what is now Skyrim, and the sad story of the Falmer to come after when they sought refuge in the cities of the Dwemer. But of all the tales of lands North and South and East and West, he liked most of all those of Akivir. There was a mystique about the place, and he had developed quite an interest regarding it. He had forgotten much of this in his latter years in Skyrim, having to focus more on his solitude and survival as a result. But now, on the docks in Windhelm, he could think of only one place he could go. So he 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. A great sword of steel forged by the best smith in Cyrodil, and an enchanted golden ring that brought good luck, once owned by a great and powerful mage. And so, Tiberius sailed off to this foreign land with nothing but the clothes on his back. The six month long journey was tough, and often the men of the ship were hungry. They survived mostly on beans and salted bread, but water became a true commodity in the last weeks of the journey. They went north out of windhelm, then circled east to reach Akivir, and the journey through the sea of ghosts was quite trying for them all. Sometimes the sea was unkind, and storms would rock the ship from bow to stern. On those nights, Tiberius wondered if this trip was worth it. If he could not find peace in Skyrim. But at the voyage's end, when he first saw the shores of Akivir, he knew he would never want to sail from them again. Akivir held hope for Tiberius, 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, Tiberius'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.
Wow this server sounds awesome :). I might apply soon.
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Re-Application due to being denied last time. ( Changed character because I felt Like it xD) OOC: IGN: DrunkenArgonian Age: 16 Why us?: I am a huge ES, and MC fan, and love to role play. I have been looking for a server that mixes these three attributes, and now I beleive I have found one. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes I have this server look amazing Define Role-Playing in your words: I would say role playing is, creating a virtual character that represents you or what you would like to be (idolize) then acting out that characters actions and experiances. It is also a form of escape from the real world as in role play you can be who ever you like. 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 could include: Instantly killing people. Killing people without having them act it out (example; Name: Slits mans throat.) . Have perfect accuracy with a bow when your not an archer/dead eye of some sort.
IC: Name: Arriana Targaryen Nickname: Arriana StormBorn Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Imperial (I know not an Argonian but I fancied a Change considering Im always an Argonian :L) Appearance: 5"4, a Thin figure very slender but curvey. She has beautiful pale blue eyes, Birth mark of a lighting bolt on her left breast (hence StormBorn) Very pale long blonde hair almost white. Pale of skin (unusal to her race). Personality: She uses her beauty to entice and control people (manly the opposite sex) Does not like open combat but however is highly trained in the use of daggers. She is obsessed with dragons and speaks fluently in the dragon tongue but she is yet to master the Thu'um and cannot shout properly. However on extremly rare occasions when she utters the words of the storm call shout lightning can be called upon her enemys, (extremly extremly rare, most likely not to happen in game) In-game RP Fight example:
???: You look pretty today my sweet
Arriana: I thought I told you to stay away from me you creep!
???: But how can I draw myself away from those beautful eyes
Arriana: Leave me alone! *she lunges at the half shadowed man with her dagger*
???: Ouch! You little witch you cut me!
Arriana: I told you to stay away!
???: This is the last straw *the man runs out of the shadows and chases Arriana
Arriana: Please no!
???: No you will be mine and you cant stop me!
Arriana begins to become angered and turns to face her stalker,
???: Finally give up runnin' Have Ye?
Arriana: Im not running from you anymore! *at this point she throws the dagger into the mans stomach
??? whelps in pain as the thin blade peirces his skin
Arriana attempts to focus voice into a shout: YOL TOOR SHUL!, but it does not work and she is left with no weapon
??? laughs as he digs out the knife from his stomach: Im genna kill you for that
Arriana turns to run but finds herslef at a dead end, the man lunges towards her but she looks him directly in the eyes and says: Stop, You do not want to hurt me, (voice of the emporer power)
the man stops in his tracks and stands there staring
Arriana: it worked I did it!
???: Ha! You're more idiotic than I thought, you beleived me *Cackles*
he man then grabs a hold of Arrina and tears her blouse noticing the birthmark he pauses for a second giving Arriana a chance to strike she knees the man in his balls and gets to her feet, she runs through the street, out of no where the man grabs her again, she then whispers: Strun Bah Qo, One bolt of lightning strikes the man and he falls dead to the ground. Arriana gets to her feet and makes he way the house. Background:
She is or was part of a noble family but the family, her father was an important member of an imperial council. This however was before the council revolted agaisnt her family leaving them with nothing, After years of living on a farm with her parents and her sister in peace, a day finally came where assasins of the dark brotherhood finally came for her father, in a panic Arriana, her Mother Caldana, her sister Daenerys and their butler Taurinus fled to two seperate docks. Her mother and Sister fled to another contient where as Arriana and the Butler fled to tamriel. Arriana has little memory of this due to her only being 5 years old when it happened.
Taurinus told everyone they met that he was her father and they lived in cyrodil for many years where she trained to be a good Imperial and was trained secretly by Taurinus to use a dagger.
By the time Arriana was fifteen she left her home and cyrodil to travel around the provininces of tamriel, she eventually stayed in Skyrim for a couple of years where she learned all she possibly could about the nordic legends of dragons and the actual dragons that still roamed from the events of the last DragonBorn. She herself wished to be DragonBorn the ability to master any Thu'um just by slaying a dragon and absorbing its knowledge. The only thing she didn't like about the DragonBorn is that she actually had to slay the dragons, she would much rather ride them into battle much llike the first dragonborn, Miraak if she recalled correctly. The norse tails of fierce dragons and warriors such as Olaf One-Eye and Numinex, fascinated her she wanted to learn the way the dragons spoke and fought. So she left skyrim and returned to cyrodil where she spent years becoming fluent in the dragon tongue, It took so much time as all she had to go on were old books and tomes she found in the Arcaniums of the Arcane University. On her 20th birthday she returned to her "Father" (Butler) Taurinus where she shared with him the many things she had learned. It was then that Taurinus told her of a place called Akavir, where he told her she could learn more about the dragon lore, Just over a year later she boarded passage onto a ship to this new land Called Akavir, As the ship left port and she waved goodbye to Taurinus she thought to herself, This is going to be a long six months but I know it will be worth it.
Skooma Kills!
Imperials do not have very blonde hair or very pale skin.
She can not have any powers of the Thu'um.
She can not speek fluent dragon. If she could she would need to practice for years.
Please make an original character. I know GoT is awesome, but this character needs to be your own. Don't get me wrong you can still have some of her traits, but not entirely based off of Daenarys.
OOC: vergil IGN: vergil6802 Age: 14 Why us?: because I like the Elder Scroll games, and my brother plays it so it looks cool and I will like to try it out. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: no but im looking in to later. Define Role-Playing in your words: a thing where you play as a different person than yourself if you want to. Define Meta-gaming in your words: using out of game information in the game. Define Power-gaming in your words: an unsociable un fun kind of thing that you just work on one specific goal.
Appearance: white hair, blue eyes, also wears darker clothing than most people. Has a good set of muscles, Ahtar is 6' 3" and weighs 248 lb. He has no beard and some scars but he cover's them up. Personality: cocky, top of the world kind of person. Also keep's to himself unless talked to.
In-game RP Fight example: Ahtar was heading back to Skyrim after his big trip. When he come's up a hill he encounter's a bandit camp. The bandits say "Give us your money and we'll let you pass." Ahtar says "I can kill you all in one blow." Then Ahtar grab's his long sword from his horses pouch and get's the first swing. He cut's one in half, although he gets the blade stuck in the middle of the spine and struggles to get it out. The captain bandit stood back and watched, "You may prove stronger for them but you will never reach my skill" said the captain. Ahtar block's his opponents' sword's and get's a fatal blow in the chest. After a few more bandit's fell they pulled out and ran. Ahtar said "Pull out you sissies and go back to where you came from."
Background: Ahtar was born in a medium sized town named Whiterun. He became a mercenary, because when he was a child he was pushed around. Also his parent's mother died after a few hour's after she gave birth. When he was ten his father said "Ahtar your a big kid now, and if I don't come back tonight I want you to take care of yourself. I am going to take care of some business that should have been delt with a long time ago." Then his father left to get his "buisness" done then Ahtar followed his father. Then when Ahtar saw his father do his "buisness" he was on the ground in a pool of blood.
His father said "Why did you follow me?" "I was curious." Ahtar said when his father was gone he yelled as loud as he could. When he was seventeen someone said "are you a mecenary?" "No" Ahtar said "Well that's too bad there was plenty of gold holding on." Ahtar was interested in the word gold, because he saw a sword in a merchant's stand. The merchant called it "Devastator" it was too expensive for his liking. That is why he became a mecenary, and said "Wait can I be the one that aids you in your mission?" "Maybe I will contact you tommorrow about it" the next day passes then he get's contacted the next day. "We are going to travel to Akavir we will be on boat for quite a while, so if you back out I wont blame you." "No I am going on this trip" Ahtar said. "We ship tommorrow morning, oh yeah by the way my name is Mani."
OOC: (DOn't Know what this is) IGN: IrishMafia2 Age: 12 Why us?:I love Skyrim and Minecraft! PERFECT MIX Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)The ability to level up by performing act that would reflect on you and your character greatly. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Playing Casually Define Power-gaming in your words:Hardcore
IC:? Name:Octavian Domerstein Nickname: (Optional)Oct Age:15 Gender: Male Race:Imperial Appearance:Very Muscular and has red hair Personality:Very shy and humble In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Oct attempt's to cut at man's belly Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Oct was about 13 when he came to Avakir. Reason being because his parents said that he needed to learn how to fend for himself with out his older brother for protection. So the send little Oct on his way untill he found a small village and decided to settle down and live there. He did small time work for a merc group called the Dragon's Maze. But one day he was approached by a mysterious man in a black robe, This man was about to change Octs life forever(End Paragraph)
The what this man offered him was amazing, He said that if he stopped working for the dragon's maze he would teach Oct how to use magic to the best of his ability. So Oct left the dragons maze and started to live with the man in the black robe. When he was at the age of 15 he had mastered some of the skills he needed and started doing work by himself picking up friends along the way. But one day he was in a fight with the group he used to work for and was knocked out but his friends reppeled the attack only to be killed by an evil dragon. So Oct awoke with no recolection of the past 5 years from amnesia. he did faintly remember some training and that is where he starts his major quest
OOC: (DOn't Know what this is) IGN: IrishMafia2 Age: 12 Why us?:I love Skyrim and Minecraft! PERFECT MIX Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)The ability to level up by performing act that would reflect on you and your character greatly. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Playing Casually Define Power-gaming in your words:Hardcore
IC:? Name:Octavian Domerstein Nickname: (Optional)Oct Age:15 Gender: Male Race:Imperial Appearance:Very Muscular and has red hair Personality:Very shy and humble In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Oct attempt's to cut at man's belly Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Oct was about 13 when he came to Avakir. Reason being because his parents said that he needed to learn how to fend for himself with out his older brother for protection. So the send little Oct on his way untill he found a small village and decided to settle down and live there. He did small time work for a merc group called the Dragon's Maze. But one day he was approached by a mysterious man in a black robe, This man was about to change Octs life forever(End Paragraph)
The what this man offered him was amazing, He said that if he stopped working for the dragon's maze he would teach Oct how to use magic to the best of his ability. So Oct left the dragons maze and started to live with the man in the black robe. When he was at the age of 15 he had mastered some of the skills he needed and started doing work by himself picking up friends along the way. But one day he was in a fight with the group he used to work for and was knocked out but his friends reppeled the attack only to be killed by an evil dragon. So Oct awoke with no recolection of the past 5 years from amnesia. he did faintly remember some training and that is where he starts his major quest
OOC: (DOn't Know what this is) IGN: IrishMafia2 Age: 12 Why us?:I love Skyrim and Minecraft! PERFECT MIX Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)The ability to level up by performing act that would reflect on you and your character greatly. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Playing Casually Define Power-gaming in your words:Hardcore
IC:? Name:Octavian Domerstein Nickname: (Optional)Oct Age:15 Gender: Male Race:Imperial Appearance:Very Muscular and has red hair Personality:Very shy and humble In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Oct attempt's to cut at man's belly Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Oct was about 13 when he came to Avakir. Reason being because his parents said that he needed to learn how to fend for himself with out his older brother for protection. So the send little Oct on his way untill he found a small village and decided to settle down and live there. He did small time work for a merc group called the Dragon's Maze. But one day he was approached by a mysterious man in a black robe, This man was about to change Octs life forever(End Paragraph)
The what this man offered him was amazing, He said that if he stopped working for the dragon's maze he would teach Oct how to use magic to the best of his ability. So Oct left the dragons maze and started to live with the man in the black robe. When he was at the age of 15 he had mastered some of the skills he needed and started doing work by himself picking up friends along the way. But one day he was in a fight with the group he used to work for and was knocked out but his friends reppeled the attack only to be killed by an evil dragon. So Oct awoke with no recolection of the past 5 years from amnesia. he did faintly remember some training and that is where he starts his major quest
All three of your definitions are wrong. The correct ones are in the rules
Expand the personality
Expand the appearance
Expand the RP example
Expand the backstory. That is not two paragraphs
He has to just arrive in Akavir
Where was he born?
How did he hear about Akavir?
It takes a lot longer then two years to master any skill.
You need to apply for magic on our forums.
A dragon wouldn't spare him
I'm up for joining. IGN:12purpleboy12 Age: 13 Why us? I've always been looking for an Elder Scrolls server and there aren't any others. Time you can dedicate: 2-5 hours a day. Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person assumes 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: This is when your character is basically like God. So you always get headshots with one shot or killing five people with one shot.
OOC:
IGN: papasmurf1017
Age: 14
Why us?: I have played a lot of skyrim and this seems interesting.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) role playing is pretending to be a character and talking and acting as if you were him. You can talk with others with a certain dialect and have a fun time while talking to other characters.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using prior knowledge or power to cheat or make the gameplay unfair.
Define Power-gaming in your words: making your character seem too powerful or superior to another just by saying it.
IC:
Name: Terranir
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 27
Gender: male
Race: altmer
Appearance: tall, long blond hair, lean, wears fine robes
Personality: impulsive, ambitious, witty, smart, but self confident
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Terranir: Leave now thief and I might spare you
Bandit: Leave me your gold and I might spare your life
Terranir: I'm not kidding, do you think this is funny, orc? I have learned how to bend a man into doing my will. I have killed people in the blink of an eye before. I have trained in magic and sorcery my entire life. *takes bandit by the throat*
*bandit breaks free of grip and brandishes his axe
Bandit: Have a go at me with your silly magic tricks.
Terranir: your choice *launches powerful ice spike through bandit's gut
Bandit gasps for air
Terranir: choose wisely next time *slits bandits throat with a dagger*
Bandit:
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Terranir was the son of a noble family in the Sommerset Isles in Tamriel. He grew up in a nice environment, with many friends and extensive wealth. He learned about magic from his father, who was a governor for the Aldmeri Dominion. His father was interested in restoration magic and showed Terranir this. Terranir was more interested in destruction and Illusion magic. Soon, he was an expert at using these spells. He also experimented with conjuration. He never showed anyone these spells in fear of being judged and usually worked in private. He kept his social life apart from all that.
By the time Terranir was 20 he went to the College of Winterhold to learn more. He impressed everyone with his capabilities. He often went on trips to magical sites to retrieve magical artifacts for the college. He sold much of his loot to merchants all over Tamriel. When he turned 24, he was one of the most powerful and influential people in Tamriel. He took his trading and business to Cyrodiil, and continued there. One day, when he was looking through his shipment, he uncovered a book, entitled "Secrets of Oblivion" It told of how there was another world called Oblivion and if he mastered the magic, he could bring the secrets and power of oblivion to him! He managed to conjure some atronachs, but then took it too far and opened the portal to Oblivion. The imperials found out what he had done and they tried to imprison him. Terranir fled to Akavir and has laid low for a few years now. He learned how to defend himself with a blade and how to survive in Akavir.
OOC:Out Of Character
IGN:nickofwar
Age:14
Why us?:Because, I found your video on youtube. It looked worthy of me joining this awesome looking server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Roleplaying is when you play a role of something you may be or not be.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:If you metagame you are using In Character information in Out of character or, Out of character info In character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is when you force your actions on others, for an example IC a little kid throws a big tough orc on the ground or something, Thats powergaming. Such a silly description XD
IC:In Character
Name:Aiden Fur
Nickname: (Optional)Lone-Wolf
Age:16
Gender:Male
Race:Man,Imperial
Appearance:He has green eyes, White hair, He has a raggy uniform with a hood and mask on. He seems to be slightly sad, With several dagger sheaths with them in his holsters, A bow on his back, And a sword in his holster, A belt with a symbol on it containing syringes, and knives.
Personality:He has a slight brave and couragable attitude, He is a nice person, Unless you make him mad.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Aiden:*Walks down a path* Bandit: HALT! Aiden:*He notices the bandit, Unsheathing his daggers. Bandit:*Unsheaths his sword* Aiden: *He throws two of his daggers, Aiming at his arms. Bandit:*One misses, One dagger shutting down his arm, Causing serious injury, The dagger seemed to be filled with poison* Aiden: Ha! *He charges at the bandit, But he is thrown off* Bandit: Gotcha you ! Aiden:*Gets his bow, Sliding an arrow, Firing it into his leg, But missing* Bandit:*He gets out his dagger with his good hand. Charging at aiden* Aiden: *He quickly moves out of the way, The bandit slamming to the ground, He getting s yringe, Injecting it into his back, It seems to be poison* Bandit:*Stays on the ground, He very injured* Aiden: Ha! Your a pitty one! *He leaves him to die, Walking away*.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)Aiden was a young boy when this happend, It took very seriously on him, When he was born, His parent's abused him, They would beat him when he tried to eat with them at the table. When he decided that he needed to do something, He stole his fathers weapons, He began to run away. He was on his own for then, He traveling to towns to stop for supplies. He traveled to the docks of the city, He begins to start a trip to Akavir, When he got there, He was lonely, He kept surviving on his own, Untill. He began to grow into an order. This is aidens story, I hope you liked it.
Why us?: I've been looking around for an Elder Scrolls themed Minecraft server and decided this looked the best.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: not yet, but I surely will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: An extremely fun way to escape the everyday world and experience impossible adventures and have a blast while doing it!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Previously obtained knowledge that helps you gain an edge over others. (Kirito in Sword Art Online, Grinding easy monsters in D&D for xp)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Trying to become the best at what your doing, be that locally/nationally/server/town.
IC:
Name: Deamian Lazarus
Nickname: Dea, Deam, Laz
Age: 24
Gender: male
Race: Nord
Appearance: average height, long dark brown hair, slightly built, sports more expensive wear
In-game RP Fight example:
*A Khajit holds a local child hostage in a tavern for the exchange of his brother who is in jail. Deamian is sent by the jarl to get the job done.
"You don't have to do this Khajit." Deamian expresses the obvious in a mild tone.
"Release my brother and I spare the kin!" The khajit presses the knife harder against the childs throught.
"This is your last chance. Drop the weapon and I'll let you walk away, we can even negotiate." Deamian brings his hand onto his axe hilt.
"No negotiations, I want his freedom now!" Blood is drawn from the childs throat and he cries in pain. The Khajit's face is blind with rage. Now is Deamians only chance.
Deamian grabs his axe with his right hand and is able to use all of his mana to launch a silencing spell onto his enemy. The child falls to the ground crying.
"Run while you still can!"e
*Damian rushes his oppenant, face red with anger as his enemy harmed an innocent child. Using every bit of energy in his body his axe archs sideways with enough momentum to bring down a troll.
*SHNK, THUD. The Khajit's head was sheared clean off.
*Deamian walks out of the tavern covered in blood, fatigued. The child escaped with minor injuries, and that isn't good enough for Deamian.
"I must try harder..." Deamian whispers to himself that night as a tear rolls down his face.
Background: Deamian was of an average nordic family in Skyrim. He helped his father cultivate their farm in the town of Riverside, and even helped his mother with chores. His father owed debt to the traveling gamester, and because of so he had to experienced something a child should never experience, the murder of his parents. Deamian was left alive to tell the others of the murder and was taken in by the Hornhall orphange and raised until he was able to live on his own. He has been driven by revenge his entire life because of this, becoming very aggressive. He entered the guard in his teen years and was quickly promoted to captain of the guard for his successful duties. He is always able to get the job done, no matter what the task.
Deamian obtained leads from the Whiterun bounty board that the men who murdered his family where in the neighoring land of Akavir. His determination for revenge drove him to resign from the guard and travel to Akavir to follow those leads. No one will stop him from avenging his family.... He always gets the job done.
OOC:Out of Character. IGN: NickerNacs Age: 16 Why us?: Because I have played on many RPG servers, mostly non detailed ones. When I usually go looking for RPG servers I see so many that you have to be white-listed for, but this one caught my attention and I would really enjoy RPing with other players. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes, and I like the Enjin website. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when two or more people play as a character from a book, movie, tv show, or from there imagination. Doing different scenarios and pretending to be the character. For example, "There was a man in black, that came to my house one day." Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting on knowledge has no access of. For example, I was told by my friend on Skype that his in game character name was Alex, I just can't go in the game for the first time and say "Hi Alex!" My character would have to introduce himself to Alex in the server if they were to meet for the first time. Define Power-gaming in your words: Is when the other character has force of action on another character. For example, "Martha shoots Miniso", instead of saying "Martha attempts to shoot Miniso." When doing this, the other character has time to react to the situation.
IC:In Character. Name: Sifkni Hodlin Nickname: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Brown hair, flipped in the front. Brown eyes and light tanned skin. Personality: Roman is a friendly young man that has a knack for adventure. He is a very bright and friendly person, always out to make somebody's day. Roman is easily excitable. He focuses on his spells but still has time to hang out at the inn. In-game RP Fight example: As I walk into the inn, I hear an argument at one of the tables, I go a little closer to hear two men arguing. One of them is has a beard and the other has a pirate hat."So do you have the map or what?" said the man with the pirate hat. "Yes, well... no, not exactly..." said the other man. "What do you mean, I told you to go into Brenda's house and take it off the table, she wasn't home. You had plenty of time to sneak in and take it." Yelled the man in the pirate hat. "You simply don't know how to do anything, your useless!" The man with the pirate hat tried to punch the other man. I quickly jumped in with my sword and said "You guys don't have to do this here, there's kids here, and you are grown men." The man with the pirate hat started to laugh and said "Your too funny, but this is none of your business." The man with the pirate hat got his sword out and tried to slash at me. I then tried to jumped to one of the walls and do a side flip over him. Then I said "You really don't want to do this." The bearded man started to shake and then ran away. The man with the pirate hat said "Ahhh, run, you wimp. I can just kill this little kid instead!" He then attempted to elbowed to me in the face. I fell back and then quickly jumped back up and started casting a spell. "Oh your one of them, the little wizards." said the man with the pirate hat. "I may use magic, but its stronger than you think." I said. The man with the pirate hat soon ran at me with his sword and then I did a attempted to do a back flip, trying to shoot sparks from my hands. It worked and the man with the pirate hat screamed and fell to the ground. "I really didn't want to do this to you, but this is the reason why men like you die." whispered to myself. Background: I grew up in Riverwood for the first 5 years of my life, and then moved to Whiterun. I remember my mom telling me not to explore too much of Whiterun. But as a child and even now, I love to explore. So when my mom worked at a flower shop I used to go and run off into Whiterun and play with the animals there. I soon saw a giant looking castle that was called Dragonsreach. Guards were every where at the entrance and there was no other way to get in. I soon went home, and never went there again. I was now 18 years old, and there was a big storm outside and the house would shake every couple of seconds. My mom started to scream as she pointed out of the window to one of the other houses with a dragon on top of it. I soon began to panic, I started to hide, but my mom grabbed my hand and told me we were leaving. We soon got out of the house and there were dragons every where, like 5, 10, or maybe 15. We saw people being eaten and house being burned down. I was so scared, but it seemed that my mom knew what was going on. I asked her, and she told me that all the information was in her diary. She took the diary out and handed it to me. I don't why she giving this to me. She then told me to run as fast as I could. We were about to get to the exit of Whiterun, but the gate was about to close. My mom and I were running as fast as we could, but then she tripped and fell on her left leg, breaking it. I turned around and a dragon came down, right in front of her. She yelled at me to keep going and she told me she loved me. She yelled at me to run and read the book. I didn't want to go, but I knew I had too. I jumped out of the gate, then the gate closed as I press my face against the gate to see the Whiterun in flames. I look down to the book that was in my hands and open it. It was a diary about these mythical creatures and a place called Akavir. It was like a map, but I guess she didn't know how to get there. I then soon got on one of the horses and rode miles, and miles away. I soon saw a harbor with a sign saying "Heading to Akavir" I then knew this was the beginning of a great adventure.
OOC: Out of Character IGN: Tharane Age: 13 Why us?: I saw Akavir and I love all the Elder Scrolls games and RPG's so I immediantly wanted to join! Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet, but I will Define Role-Playing in your words: A game in which you can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you want, be it good or bad. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one does something that he/she has no or very little information on. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one character forces a action upon another.
IC: In Character Name: Tharane Legendrago Nickname: Goldblade Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Medium hight, skinny, dirty blonde hair, white curved rune on his left cheek, a slight beard. Personality: Likes to be with his friends, enjoys a good adventure, serious when he needs to, in all a nice guy to everyone. In-game RP Fight example: One day Tharane entered a tavern and inside he saw the bartender being harassed by three of men. "You owe us, and we intend to recieve what you owe us in any way possible," one particularly muscular one said. "Even if it's killing you." Tharane immediantly went up and said, "If you so much as put a scratch on that man's head, I will not hesitate to kill you." The leader. for the leader he was, then turned around, chuckled, and threw the bartender across the room and he hit a wall. He then said with a evil grin on his face, "Oops, does that count as a scratch?" Tharane then pulled out his Staff of Bolts and shocked one of the leader's thugs, and killed him. The other then drew a battleaxe and charged Tharane. He easily sidestepped the man and stabbed him in the side with a dagger he had concealed within his robes. The leader then laughed and said, "Ha! You think you can defeat me!? I am at least ten times as powerful as you!" Tharane just looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Oh, I don't think. I know." The leader then pulled a warhammer out and charged Tharane. He shot the leader and he was hit in the chest by a yellow bolt of electricity and was vaporized on impact. Thus did Tharane defeat the bandits, and ensure the bartender that he was protected from all harm. Background: Tharane was born in Cyrodill, in the Imperial City and has lived there his whole life a a mage. Every once and a while someone comes to him, he discovers something, or he overhears things, and he goes to take a look at it. When Tharane was 18, and still apperentacing to his master, Lucien, he found a dark orb. He showed it to his brother, Zaneron, because he knewabout dark magics. When he took it, a black smok erupted from it concealing Zaneron in it. He was possesed by a dark power who then tried to kill Tharane. He fended him off as best as he could, but was no match for the dark power's abilities. Lucien then came, for he had sensed a disturbance, and defeated the dark power, but it managed to escape along with Zaneron's body and soul. Eleven years later he heard about the landAkavir, he decided to go there and embark on a great journey.
OOC: IGN: No Age: 14 Why us?: A good role play server. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No Define Role-Playing in your words: A way to create a fantasy character and play as him/her Define Meta-gaming in your words: A strategy/action game Define Power-gaming in your words: A certain style of gaming
IC: Name: Nickname: Whiskey Age: 14 Gender: Male Race: White Appearance: Strange? Personality: Funny In-game RP Fight example: What? Background: I found it on Youtube looking for a new way to play minectaft.
OOC: Out of Character IGN: cvbnbnm Age: 14 Why us?: Because i've always been a vivid fan of the Elder Scrolls. And whenever i play i always imagine myself in my characters shoes. Fighting the good fight. For whoever i choose to fight for. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No. Mainly because i am having account issues with planet minecraft. Define Role-Playing in your words: Well in my words. Role playing is essentially creating a character in a fantasy setting (not necessarily in a computer game) and then acting as that person and interacting with the world in the same way that he/she would interact with the world. Define Meta-gaming in your words: in my words meta-gaming would be exploiting other peoples RP and not making things fun for others. Which just sucks plainly. A good example would be using knowledge that would otherwise be unknown to the player at the time. Define Power-gaming in your words: In my words. Power gaming is essentially exploiting other peoples RP and not making things fun for others by making your character always win over others. Which just ruins RP. A n Example would be making someone unable to fight back against your attacks. No matter what they say or do. Nor can they act out your attacks reaction on themselves. Or you kill an absurd amount of people without contest using a single attack or action.
IC: In Character Name: Neekara Darkscale Nickname: Neek, Neeks, Neekie, Neeko. Age: 45 Gender: male Race: Argonian Appearance: A rough skinned, night black argonian with fairly sharp horns on his head. ((Rather hard to describe really.)) He has 6 red markings on his neck. 3 on either side. Neekara maintains 3 scars over his left eye from a fight with a stray Hagraven. He is commonly seen wearing Steel Armor Wielding a trusty Steel Axe. Or dual weilding combinations of Restoration, or Destrcution magics. Personality: calm, cool, collective, and friendly. He also loves to adventure to dangerous places. In-game RP Fight example: "You're going to pay for attacking me!" Neekara shouts as he casts an ice spike towards his assailor. "As if!" The assailor shouts back as he easily dodges the clumsy spell. Neekara then resides to draw his Steel Axe and start slashing at his assailor. The assailor whacks his blade acrost Neekara's head broadside. Neekara after staggering back after taking the blow to his head. Brings his Steel axe to chop a large cut into the assailors head, finishing him off. Neekara sheathes his axe and continues on his merry way. Background: Neekara was born into a wealthy argonian family in skyrim As a little boy he would always imagine himself as a cave explorer in the small cave he had in his back yard through most of his childhood. Unbenownst to him that he had a great destiny ahead of him as an adventurer. After growing into his teens through most of some gang and territory wars. Neekara ad to fend for his own. Taking to some survival skills he had learned from his father. But he tried to stray from joining a gang as much as possible. Admittedly for Neekara this was hard. But as Neekara grew into adulthood. He tried to leave skyrim to visit the great Imperial City at the age 35. But he got caught trying to cross the border as a gang of Thieves tried to cross and pulled Neekara into their group for cover. He was mistakenly tooken for a theif. Although he did manage to escape from this predicament. Once he was free however he underwent rigorous training at the College of Winter hold to learn various magic techniques. As well as multiple training sessions with the companions in Whiterun. But Neekara didn't train for long. Even though his training was hard. He only got to at least apprentice level in all three skills. After all this training, Neekara left Skyrim to travel to the Imperial City. Seeking adventure elsewhere. After spending 3 years in the imperial lands. He travelled back to Black Marsh, his homeland, He stayed for 5 years. After he left the Black marsh and returned to the Imperial City. He stayed there for 2 years. Untill a fortunate (For him anyway) turn of events lead him to have gathered information from a guard there in the city that there was an adventure party being formed to travel to a mysterious land called Akavir that was just waiting to be explored. Neekara couldn't resist the urge and call of adventure. After 6 long and tedious months on a boat journey to Akavir (Involving multiple shark attacks and sea sickness moments). Neekara is ready to do whatever it takes to survive in The Land of Akavir.
There may have been a chance for you to become unperma denied, but seeing how you insulted the staff and another player...
EDIT: Guys, I'm sorry for al the ing and whining, I just really wanted to play on this server, and I assure you I am not, and will never be a troll okay?
Our forums: http://elderscrollsakavir.enjin.com/home
IGN: Emprease
Age: 17
Why us?: How can you top Elder Scrolls + Minecraft? Since TES3 I've been into Elder Scrolls like a soviet doctor is into monkey experiments. I also am in love with RP servers. I don't want to get into a new RP server if it's not serious, but, I can tell with all the media this server has made that its legitimate. I used to write short stories about the Elder Scrolls on its official forums maybe 5 years ago so I'm well acquainted with lore.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I just did, but I'm not voting anywhere else until I've
actually experienced the server( if I get the chance.)
Define Role-Playing in your words: Purposely giving your character tons of emotional and physical weaknesses, and just one significant strong-point. I can't stand when a user tries to make their Rp character a "war hero," or "Legend in his homeland" type . So trust me, I know what RP is
Define Meta-gaming in your words: <Enters Morag Tong> "Did you guys hear about the chemical warfare that is going down in syria?"
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character the . If every player did this(which people try to do) then you'd have one giant Super Smash Brothers:Minecraft.
IC:
Name: Ganalyn Indoril born south of Narsis, Southern Morrowind. (Occupied by Argonian warlords at the time)
Nickname: n/a
Age: 47 (keep in mind that's relatively young for a dunmer. Most live to around 400-1000 years in lore.)
Gender: Hermaphrodite...just kidding, male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Dull blue skin with black hair. Wears a blue blouse imported from Stros M'Kai
Personality: Ganalyn is kind of a negative character. He loves cartography but hates what he grew up doing, farming. His common sense makes him depressed considering the inwaw-like attitude of others. He strongly hates known-Hippocrates more then anything. He hates House Dres with a passion thinking that they and house Telvanni caused the Argonian invasion of his land.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Ganalyn was tending to the wounds of a hurt Guar on desolate swampy path where the Arnesian war toke place centures before. Him an his friend, an argonian female named Neerase where getting anxious.
" Neer, if an An'Xileel skirmish squad comes up thru this path, they will kill me! Hurry up!"
" Stop acting like a Bosmer Ganalyn! They would never harm a Dunmer traveling with an Argonian...Thats not a sl-"
As Neer was about to finish her words of comfort, a dwemer arrow skims Neer's arm. Ganalyn at this moment realized he was right so he whips out his steel dagger knowing he'd be fighting for his head. Neer brings out her spear and throws it in the thick bush and distincly hears Dunmeri moans. An entire skirmish squad on route to Argonia comes out and when Ganalyn see's they are Dunmer he quickly fears for his friends life
"Stop!" he yells. "She is with house Indoril-"
This time the arrow doesn't miss and hits Neer in the chest. In anger Ganalyn stabs one of the rangers in the throat and exposes his serveral Arteries. While he bleeds out he slits the throat of another ranger before he sees in the distance Neer was decapitated and the head is being mounted on her spear. Mortified, he realized he has no chance at fighting 10 more men so he hops on the wound guar and dashes off. He gets to his lords saltrice plantation where he works and informs his overseer.
" She was a waste of scales anyways, find a child who has enough experience to work with yo-"
Ganalyn stabbed him in the throat, then realizes what he did so hid the body in the lake nearby and told his lord, "Neer too went missing, they never liked each other so it can't be a coincidence the both are missing and aren't relating right?"
Background: Ganalyn is a simple saltrice plantation worker. He got himself in a hole when he murdered his overseer in which the workers of the plantation quickly came to believe that he killed an Argonian female, and the overseer The lord Deris Indoril ordered for his public execution. Upon Ganalyn learning of this in advance he hid at the border of Southern Morrowind. Hist trees started appearing at this point and this meant trouble. He wandered east throughout the dense swamps and jungles for two weeks before hitting the shore. He was caught be scouts of House Dres almost starving and was sent to the remains of Tear, where they sent him in exile for treason to Vvardenfell (which is now in ruins.) A storm brought their ship 1000 miles into the middle of the Sea of Ghosts. They stopped at an island and Ganalyn was used for his navigation skills. After he explained to the captain that they wouldn't be able to sail back due to the currents in the ocean, they had one choice. Sail east to the new immigration hotspot of many tamrieli's, Akivir.
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tldr; Is a salt-rice farmer who loves navigation. Sent in exile to Vvardenfell where his ship goes off-course landing in Akivir weeks later with half the crew dead due to Emecraphylia and dehydration. Is a fighter.
Sorry if this got a little sloppy, and I'm content with having to improve this although I think it doesn't need much more work.
Alright. Let's fill in the gaps.
Name: Thárdir
I was born and raised in Arenthia of Valenwood. The children who went exploring went north out of Valenwood and into hostile territory. My dad worked as one of the villages merchants. He would travel to nearby port side towns to sell his goods and purchase things for the village. During his traveling back and forth he caught word of Akavir. He thought since we weren't in the war, there was no need to talk about it around the village.
OOC:
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: Tiberius Vorsipellis
Nickname: Tiber
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 be ignored. Serpent tattoos on each arm. Single scar beneath right eye.
Personality: Tiberius, 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, Tiberius 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: Tiberius 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 Tiberius, 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 Tiberius 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. Tiberius 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!
Tiberius draws his sword, establishing the mutual understanding that both parties are armed, as his stalker has already drawn his own.
Tiberius: You're the one springing out of bushes with a toy sword.
???: Could sure make short work of you!
Tiberius: 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!
Tiberius: 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.
Tiberius turns to leave.
The man, which Tiberius now knows to be a forest bandit, whistles into the treeline.
Tiberius hears a rustling and turns to see four armed men step out from the bushes and join the first.
Tiberius: 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!
Tiberius begins to lose his patience.
Tiberius: Fine. You want my money?
Tiberius drops the bag of coin at his feet.
Tiberius: Come and get it.
The first man runs at Tiberius 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.
Tiberius: Any other takers?
The next two move in formation around Tiberius 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 Tiberius 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 Tiberius 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. Tiberius 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.
Tiberius: Filthy degenerates.
And with that he went whistling on his way.
Background: Tiberius (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. Tiberius 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, Tiberius (at this time using the name "Jarek JÖrgunvald", 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 Tiberius'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 Tiberius 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 Tiberius's head. Fearing for his life, Tiberius fled north into Skyrim, shunning his life of crime and donning the alias "Tiberius Vorsipellis". Tiberius 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 Tiberius'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 Tiberius 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. During his travels, Tiberius had often heard tales about a place called "Akivir" to the east. A place free from the great war, where men could live in peace. During his first few years in Skyrim, Tiberius had dabbled in a bit of magic (which he is still somewhat interested in, having a great appreciation for the scholarly arts, if not his first priority), and briefly attended the College of Winterhold before having to leave when Imperials began scouting the area on rumors of his presence. During his time there, he had spent many long hours in the Arcanaeum, and had read many books. Some of his favorite were books of history on the continent of Tamriel, and the other lands of Nirn. He especially liked the tale of the Nords coming down from Atmorra to do battle with the Falmer over what is now Skyrim, and the sad story of the Falmer to come after when they sought refuge in the cities of the Dwemer. But of all the tales of lands North and South and East and West, he liked most of all those of Akivir. There was a mystique about the place, and he had developed quite an interest regarding it. He had forgotten much of this in his latter years in Skyrim, having to focus more on his solitude and survival as a result. But now, on the docks in Windhelm, he could think of only one place he could go. So he 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. A great sword of steel forged by the best smith in Cyrodil, and an enchanted golden ring that brought good luck, once owned by a great and powerful mage. And so, Tiberius sailed off to this foreign land with nothing but the clothes on his back. The six month long journey was tough, and often the men of the ship were hungry. They survived mostly on beans and salted bread, but water became a true commodity in the last weeks of the journey. They went north out of windhelm, then circled east to reach Akivir, and the journey through the sea of ghosts was quite trying for them all. Sometimes the sea was unkind, and storms would rock the ship from bow to stern. On those nights, Tiberius wondered if this trip was worth it. If he could not find peace in Skyrim. But at the voyage's end, when he first saw the shores of Akivir, he knew he would never want to sail from them again. Akivir held hope for Tiberius, 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, Tiberius'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.
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Imperials do not have very blonde hair or very pale skin.
She can not have any powers of the Thu'um.
She can not speek fluent dragon. If she could she would need to practice for years.
Please make an original character. I know GoT is awesome, but this character needs to be your own. Don't get me wrong you can still have some of her traits, but not entirely based off of Daenarys.
Denied
IGN: vergil6802
Age: 14
Why us?: because I like the Elder Scroll games, and my brother plays it so it looks cool and I will like to try it out.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: no but im looking in to later.
Define Role-Playing in your words: a thing where you play as a different person than yourself if you want to.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using out of game information in the game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: an unsociable un fun kind of thing that you just work on one specific goal.
IC: Ahtar
Name: Ahtar Haldyn
Age: 27
Gender: male
Race: redguard
Appearance: white hair, blue eyes, also wears darker clothing than most people. Has a good set of muscles, Ahtar is 6' 3" and weighs 248 lb. He has no beard and some scars but he cover's them up.
Personality: cocky, top of the world kind of person. Also keep's to himself unless talked to.
In-game RP Fight example: Ahtar was heading back to Skyrim after his big trip. When he come's up a hill he encounter's a bandit camp. The bandits say "Give us your money and we'll let you pass." Ahtar says "I can kill you all in one blow." Then Ahtar grab's his long sword from his horses pouch and get's the first swing. He cut's one in half, although he gets the blade stuck in the middle of the spine and struggles to get it out. The captain bandit stood back and watched, "You may prove stronger for them but you will never reach my skill" said the captain. Ahtar block's his opponents' sword's and get's a fatal blow in the chest. After a few more bandit's fell they pulled out and ran. Ahtar said "Pull out you sissies and go back to where you came from."
Background: Ahtar was born in a medium sized town named Whiterun. He became a mercenary, because when he was a child he was pushed around. Also his parent's mother died after a few hour's after she gave birth. When he was ten his father said "Ahtar your a big kid now, and if I don't come back tonight I want you to take care of yourself. I am going to take care of some business that should have been delt with a long time ago." Then his father left to get his "buisness" done then Ahtar followed his father. Then when Ahtar saw his father do his "buisness" he was on the ground in a pool of blood.
His father said "Why did you follow me?" "I was curious." Ahtar said when his father was gone he yelled as loud as he could. When he was seventeen someone said "are you a mecenary?" "No" Ahtar said "Well that's too bad there was plenty of gold holding on." Ahtar was interested in the word gold, because he saw a sword in a merchant's stand. The merchant called it "Devastator" it was too expensive for his liking. That is why he became a mecenary, and said "Wait can I be the one that aids you in your mission?" "Maybe I will contact you tommorrow about it" the next day passes then he get's contacted the next day. "We are going to travel to Akavir we will be on boat for quite a while, so if you back out I wont blame you." "No I am going on this trip" Ahtar said. "We ship tommorrow morning, oh yeah by the way my name is Mani."
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IGN: IrishMafia2
Age: 12
Why us?:I love Skyrim and Minecraft! PERFECT MIX
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)The ability to level up by performing act that would reflect on you and your character greatly.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Playing Casually
Define Power-gaming in your words:Hardcore
IC:?
Name:Octavian Domerstein
Nickname: (Optional)Oct
Age:15
Gender: Male
Race:Imperial
Appearance:Very Muscular and has red hair
Personality:Very shy and humble
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Oct attempt's to cut at man's belly
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Oct was about 13 when he came to Avakir. Reason being because his parents said that he needed to learn how to fend for himself with out his older brother for protection. So the send little Oct on his way untill he found a small village and decided to settle down and live there. He did small time work for a merc group called the Dragon's Maze. But one day he was approached by a mysterious man in a black robe, This man was about to change Octs life forever(End Paragraph)
The what this man offered him was amazing, He said that if he stopped working for the dragon's maze he would teach Oct how to use magic to the best of his ability. So Oct left the dragons maze and started to live with the man in the black robe. When he was at the age of 15 he had mastered some of the skills he needed and started doing work by himself picking up friends along the way. But one day he was in a fight with the group he used to work for and was knocked out but his friends reppeled the attack only to be killed by an evil dragon. So Oct awoke with no recolection of the past 5 years from amnesia. he did faintly remember some training and that is where he starts his major quest
All three of your definitions are wrong. The correct ones are in the rules
Expand the personality
Expand the appearance
Expand the RP example
Expand the backstory. That is not two paragraphs
He has to just arrive in Akavir
Where was he born?
How did he hear about Akavir?
It takes a lot longer then two years to master any skill.
You need to apply for magic on our forums.
A dragon wouldn't spare him
Denied
IGN: papasmurf1017
Age: 14
Why us?: I have played a lot of skyrim and this seems interesting.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) role playing is pretending to be a character and talking and acting as if you were him. You can talk with others with a certain dialect and have a fun time while talking to other characters.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using prior knowledge or power to cheat or make the gameplay unfair.
Define Power-gaming in your words: making your character seem too powerful or superior to another just by saying it.
IC:
Name: Terranir
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 27
Gender: male
Race: altmer
Appearance: tall, long blond hair, lean, wears fine robes
Personality: impulsive, ambitious, witty, smart, but self confident
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Terranir: Leave now thief and I might spare you
Bandit: Leave me your gold and I might spare your life
Terranir: I'm not kidding, do you think this is funny, orc? I have learned how to bend a man into doing my will. I have killed people in the blink of an eye before. I have trained in magic and sorcery my entire life. *takes bandit by the throat*
*bandit breaks free of grip and brandishes his axe
Bandit: Have a go at me with your silly magic tricks.
Terranir: your choice *launches powerful ice spike through bandit's gut
Bandit gasps for air
Terranir: choose wisely next time *slits bandits throat with a dagger*
Bandit:
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Terranir was the son of a noble family in the Sommerset Isles in Tamriel. He grew up in a nice environment, with many friends and extensive wealth. He learned about magic from his father, who was a governor for the Aldmeri Dominion. His father was interested in restoration magic and showed Terranir this. Terranir was more interested in destruction and Illusion magic. Soon, he was an expert at using these spells. He also experimented with conjuration. He never showed anyone these spells in fear of being judged and usually worked in private. He kept his social life apart from all that.
By the time Terranir was 20 he went to the College of Winterhold to learn more. He impressed everyone with his capabilities. He often went on trips to magical sites to retrieve magical artifacts for the college. He sold much of his loot to merchants all over Tamriel. When he turned 24, he was one of the most powerful and influential people in Tamriel. He took his trading and business to Cyrodiil, and continued there. One day, when he was looking through his shipment, he uncovered a book, entitled "Secrets of Oblivion" It told of how there was another world called Oblivion and if he mastered the magic, he could bring the secrets and power of oblivion to him! He managed to conjure some atronachs, but then took it too far and opened the portal to Oblivion. The imperials found out what he had done and they tried to imprison him. Terranir fled to Akavir and has laid low for a few years now. He learned how to defend himself with a blade and how to survive in Akavir.
OOC:Out Of Character
IGN:nickofwar
Age:14
Why us?:Because, I found your video on youtube. It looked worthy of me joining this awesome looking server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Roleplaying is when you play a role of something you may be or not be.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:If you metagame you are using In Character information in Out of character or, Out of character info In character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is when you force your actions on others, for an example IC a little kid throws a big tough orc on the ground or something, Thats powergaming. Such a silly description XD
IC:In Character
Name:Aiden Fur
Nickname: (Optional)Lone-Wolf
Age:16
Gender:Male
Race:Man,Imperial
Appearance:He has green eyes, White hair, He has a raggy uniform with a hood and mask on. He seems to be slightly sad, With several dagger sheaths with them in his holsters, A bow on his back, And a sword in his holster, A belt with a symbol on it containing syringes, and knives.
Personality:He has a slight brave and couragable attitude, He is a nice person, Unless you make him mad.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)Aiden:*Walks down a path* Bandit: HALT! Aiden:*He notices the bandit, Unsheathing his daggers. Bandit:*Unsheaths his sword* Aiden: *He throws two of his daggers, Aiming at his arms. Bandit:*One misses, One dagger shutting down his arm, Causing serious injury, The dagger seemed to be filled with poison* Aiden: Ha! *He charges at the bandit, But he is thrown off* Bandit: Gotcha you ! Aiden:*Gets his bow, Sliding an arrow, Firing it into his leg, But missing* Bandit:*He gets out his dagger with his good hand. Charging at aiden* Aiden: *He quickly moves out of the way, The bandit slamming to the ground, He getting s yringe, Injecting it into his back, It seems to be poison* Bandit:*Stays on the ground, He very injured* Aiden: Ha! Your a pitty one! *He leaves him to die, Walking away*.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)Aiden was a young boy when this happend, It took very seriously on him, When he was born, His parent's abused him, They would beat him when he tried to eat with them at the table. When he decided that he needed to do something, He stole his fathers weapons, He began to run away. He was on his own for then, He traveling to towns to stop for supplies. He traveled to the docks of the city, He begins to start a trip to Akavir, When he got there, He was lonely, He kept surviving on his own, Untill. He began to grow into an order. This is aidens story, I hope you liked it.
IGN: lazarus923
Age: 17
Why us?: I've been looking around for an Elder Scrolls themed Minecraft server and decided this looked the best.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: not yet, but I surely will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: An extremely fun way to escape the everyday world and experience impossible adventures and have a blast while doing it!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Previously obtained knowledge that helps you gain an edge over others. (Kirito in Sword Art Online, Grinding easy monsters in D&D for xp)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Trying to become the best at what your doing, be that locally/nationally/server/town.
IC:
Name: Deamian Lazarus
Nickname: Dea, Deam, Laz
Age: 24
Gender: male
Race: Nord
Appearance: average height, long dark brown hair, slightly built, sports more expensive wear
Personality: couragious, intelligent, fair, serious, powerful, melee inclined, get-the-job done kinda guy
In-game RP Fight example:
*A Khajit holds a local child hostage in a tavern for the exchange of his brother who is in jail. Deamian is sent by the jarl to get the job done.
"You don't have to do this Khajit." Deamian expresses the obvious in a mild tone.
"Release my brother and I spare the kin!" The khajit presses the knife harder against the childs throught.
"This is your last chance. Drop the weapon and I'll let you walk away, we can even negotiate." Deamian brings his hand onto his axe hilt.
"No negotiations, I want his freedom now!" Blood is drawn from the childs throat and he cries in pain. The Khajit's face is blind with rage. Now is Deamians only chance.
Deamian grabs his axe with his right hand and is able to use all of his mana to launch a silencing spell onto his enemy. The child falls to the ground crying.
"Run while you still can!"e
*Damian rushes his oppenant, face red with anger as his enemy harmed an innocent child. Using every bit of energy in his body his axe archs sideways with enough momentum to bring down a troll.
*SHNK, THUD. The Khajit's head was sheared clean off.
*Deamian walks out of the tavern covered in blood, fatigued. The child escaped with minor injuries, and that isn't good enough for Deamian.
"I must try harder..." Deamian whispers to himself that night as a tear rolls down his face.
Background: Deamian was of an average nordic family in Skyrim. He helped his father cultivate their farm in the town of Riverside, and even helped his mother with chores. His father owed debt to the traveling gamester, and because of so he had to experienced something a child should never experience, the murder of his parents. Deamian was left alive to tell the others of the murder and was taken in by the Hornhall orphange and raised until he was able to live on his own. He has been driven by revenge his entire life because of this, becoming very aggressive. He entered the guard in his teen years and was quickly promoted to captain of the guard for his successful duties. He is always able to get the job done, no matter what the task.
Deamian obtained leads from the Whiterun bounty board that the men who murdered his family where in the neighoring land of Akavir. His determination for revenge drove him to resign from the guard and travel to Akavir to follow those leads. No one will stop him from avenging his family.... He always gets the job done.
IGN: NickerNacs
Age: 16
Why us?: Because I have played on many RPG servers, mostly non detailed ones. When I usually go looking for RPG servers I see so many that you have to be white-listed for, but this one caught my attention and I would really enjoy RPing with other players.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes, and I like the Enjin website.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when two or more people play as a character from a book, movie, tv show, or from there imagination. Doing different scenarios and pretending to be the character. For example, "There was a man in black, that came to my house one day."
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting on knowledge has no access of. For example, I was told by my friend on Skype that his in game character name was Alex, I just can't go in the game for the first time and say "Hi Alex!" My character would have to introduce himself to Alex in the server if they were to meet for the first time.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Is when the other character has force of action on another character. For example, "Martha shoots Miniso", instead of saying "Martha attempts to shoot Miniso." When doing this, the other character has time to react to the situation.
IC: In Character.
Name: Sifkni Hodlin
Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Brown hair, flipped in the front. Brown eyes and light tanned skin.
Personality: Roman is a friendly young man that has a knack for adventure. He is a very bright and friendly person, always out to make somebody's day. Roman is easily excitable. He focuses on his spells but still has time to hang out at the inn.
In-game RP Fight example: As I walk into the inn, I hear an argument at one of the tables, I go a little closer to hear two men arguing. One of them is has a beard and the other has a pirate hat."So do you have the map or what?" said the man with the pirate hat. "Yes, well... no, not exactly..." said the other man. "What do you mean, I told you to go into Brenda's house and take it off the table, she wasn't home. You had plenty of time to sneak in and take it." Yelled the man in the pirate hat. "You simply don't know how to do anything, your useless!" The man with the pirate hat tried to punch the other man. I quickly jumped in with my sword and said "You guys don't have to do this here, there's kids here, and you are grown men." The man with the pirate hat started to laugh and said "Your too funny, but this is none of your business." The man with the pirate hat got his sword out and tried to slash at me. I then tried to jumped to one of the walls and do a side flip over him. Then I said "You really don't want to do this." The bearded man started to shake and then ran away. The man with the pirate hat said "Ahhh, run, you wimp. I can just kill this little kid instead!" He then attempted to elbowed to me in the face. I fell back and then quickly jumped back up and started casting a spell. "Oh your one of them, the little wizards." said the man with the pirate hat. "I may use magic, but its stronger than you think." I said. The man with the pirate hat soon ran at me with his sword and then I did a attempted to do a back flip, trying to shoot sparks from my hands. It worked and the man with the pirate hat screamed and fell to the ground. "I really didn't want to do this to you, but this is the reason why men like you die." whispered to myself.
Background: I grew up in Riverwood for the first 5 years of my life, and then moved to Whiterun. I remember my mom telling me not to explore too much of Whiterun. But as a child and even now, I love to explore. So when my mom worked at a flower shop I used to go and run off into Whiterun and play with the animals there. I soon saw a giant looking castle that was called Dragonsreach. Guards were every where at the entrance and there was no other way to get in. I soon went home, and never went there again. I was now 18 years old, and there was a big storm outside and the house would shake every couple of seconds. My mom started to scream as she pointed out of the window to one of the other houses with a dragon on top of it. I soon began to panic, I started to hide, but my mom grabbed my hand and told me we were leaving. We soon got out of the house and there were dragons every where, like 5, 10, or maybe 15. We saw people being eaten and house being burned down. I was so scared, but it seemed that my mom knew what was going on. I asked her, and she told me that all the information was in her diary. She took the diary out and handed it to me. I don't why she giving this to me. She then told me to run as fast as I could. We were about to get to the exit of Whiterun, but the gate was about to close. My mom and I were running as fast as we could, but then she tripped and fell on her left leg, breaking it. I turned around and a dragon came down, right in front of her. She yelled at me to keep going and she told me she loved me. She yelled at me to run and read the book. I didn't want to go, but I knew I had too. I jumped out of the gate, then the gate closed as I press my face against the gate to see the Whiterun in flames. I look down to the book that was in my hands and open it. It was a diary about these mythical creatures and a place called Akavir. It was like a map, but I guess she didn't know how to get there. I then soon got on one of the horses and rode miles, and miles away. I soon saw a harbor with a sign saying "Heading to Akavir" I then knew this was the beginning of a great adventure.
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IGN: Tharane
Age: 13
Why us?: I saw Akavir and I love all the Elder Scrolls games and RPG's so I immediantly wanted to join!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet, but I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: A game in which you can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you want, be it good or bad.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one does something that he/she has no or very little information on.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one character forces a action upon another.
IC: In Character
Name: Tharane Legendrago
Nickname: Goldblade
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Medium hight, skinny, dirty blonde hair, white curved rune on his left cheek, a slight beard.
Personality: Likes to be with his friends, enjoys a good adventure, serious when he needs to, in all a nice guy to everyone.
In-game RP Fight example: One day Tharane entered a tavern and inside he saw the bartender being harassed by three of men. "You owe us, and we intend to recieve what you owe us in any way possible," one particularly muscular one said. "Even if it's killing you." Tharane immediantly went up and said, "If you so much as put a scratch on that man's head, I will not hesitate to kill you." The leader. for the leader he was, then turned around, chuckled, and threw the bartender across the room and he hit a wall. He then said with a evil grin on his face, "Oops, does that count as a scratch?" Tharane then pulled out his Staff of Bolts and shocked one of the leader's thugs, and killed him. The other then drew a battleaxe and charged Tharane. He easily sidestepped the man and stabbed him in the side with a dagger he had concealed within his robes. The leader then laughed and said, "Ha! You think you can defeat me!? I am at least ten times as powerful as you!" Tharane just looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Oh, I don't think. I know." The leader then pulled a warhammer out and charged Tharane. He shot the leader and he was hit in the chest by a yellow bolt of electricity and was vaporized on impact. Thus did Tharane defeat the bandits, and ensure the bartender that he was protected from all harm.
Background: Tharane was born in Cyrodill, in the Imperial City and has lived there his whole life a a mage. Every once and a while someone comes to him, he discovers something, or he overhears things, and he goes to take a look at it. When Tharane was 18, and still apperentacing to his master, Lucien, he found a dark orb. He showed it to his brother, Zaneron, because he knewabout dark magics. When he took it, a black smok erupted from it concealing Zaneron in it. He was possesed by a dark power who then tried to kill Tharane. He fended him off as best as he could, but was no match for the dark power's abilities. Lucien then came, for he had sensed a disturbance, and defeated the dark power, but it managed to escape along with Zaneron's body and soul. Eleven years later he heard about the land Akavir, he decided to go there and embark on a great journey.
IGN: No
Age: 14
Why us?: A good role play server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: A way to create a fantasy character and play as him/her
Define Meta-gaming in your words: A strategy/action game
Define Power-gaming in your words: A certain style of gaming
IC:
Name:
Nickname: Whiskey
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: White
Appearance: Strange?
Personality: Funny
In-game RP Fight example: What?
Background: I found it on Youtube looking for a new way to play minectaft.
IGN: cvbnbnm
Age: 14
Why us?: Because i've always been a vivid fan of the Elder Scrolls. And whenever i play i always imagine myself in my characters shoes. Fighting the good fight. For whoever i choose to fight for.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No. Mainly because i am having account issues with planet minecraft.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Well in my words. Role playing is essentially creating a character in a fantasy setting (not necessarily in a computer game) and then acting as that person and interacting with the world in the same way that he/she would interact with the world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: in my words meta-gaming would be exploiting other peoples RP and not making things fun for others. Which just sucks plainly. A good example would be using knowledge that would otherwise be unknown to the player at the time.
Define Power-gaming in your words: In my words. Power gaming is essentially exploiting other peoples RP and not making things fun for others by making your character always win over others. Which just ruins RP. A n Example would be making someone unable to fight back against your attacks. No matter what they say or do. Nor can they act out your attacks reaction on themselves. Or you kill an absurd amount of people without contest using a single attack or action.
IC: In Character
Name: Neekara Darkscale
Nickname: Neek, Neeks, Neekie, Neeko.
Age: 45
Gender: male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: A rough skinned, night black argonian with fairly sharp horns on his head. ((Rather hard to describe really.)) He has 6 red markings on his neck. 3 on either side. Neekara maintains 3 scars over his left eye from a fight with a stray Hagraven. He is commonly seen wearing Steel Armor Wielding a trusty Steel Axe. Or dual weilding combinations of Restoration, or Destrcution magics.
Personality: calm, cool, collective, and friendly. He also loves to adventure to dangerous places.
In-game RP Fight example: "You're going to pay for attacking me!" Neekara shouts as he casts an ice spike towards his assailor. "As if!" The assailor shouts back as he easily dodges the clumsy spell. Neekara then resides to draw his Steel Axe and start slashing at his assailor. The assailor whacks his blade acrost Neekara's head broadside. Neekara after staggering back after taking the blow to his head. Brings his Steel axe to chop a large cut into the assailors head, finishing him off. Neekara sheathes his axe and continues on his merry way.
Background: Neekara was born into a wealthy argonian family in skyrim As a little boy he would always imagine himself as a cave explorer in the small cave he had in his back yard through most of his childhood. Unbenownst to him that he had a great destiny ahead of him as an adventurer. After growing into his teens through most of some gang and territory wars. Neekara ad to fend for his own. Taking to some survival skills he had learned from his father. But he tried to stray from joining a gang as much as possible. Admittedly for Neekara this was hard. But as Neekara grew into adulthood. He tried to leave skyrim to visit the great Imperial City at the age 35. But he got caught trying to cross the border as a gang of Thieves tried to cross and pulled Neekara into their group for cover. He was mistakenly tooken for a theif. Although he did manage to escape from this predicament. Once he was free however he underwent rigorous training at the College of Winter hold to learn various magic techniques. As well as multiple training sessions with the companions in Whiterun. But Neekara didn't train for long. Even though his training was hard. He only got to at least apprentice level in all three skills. After all this training, Neekara left Skyrim to travel to the Imperial City. Seeking adventure elsewhere. After spending 3 years in the imperial lands. He travelled back to Black Marsh, his homeland, He stayed for 5 years. After he left the Black marsh and returned to the Imperial City. He stayed there for 2 years. Untill a fortunate (For him anyway) turn of events lead him to have gathered information from a guard there in the city that there was an adventure party being formed to travel to a mysterious land called Akavir that was just waiting to be explored. Neekara couldn't resist the urge and call of adventure. After 6 long and tedious months on a boat journey to Akavir (Involving multiple shark attacks and sea sickness moments). Neekara is ready to do whatever it takes to survive in The Land of Akavir.
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