Why us?: I love the skyrim series and minecraft. I also absolutely love roleplaying so I think this server will be great
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but after posting this I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as someone else in a fantasy way. Like making a character and acting as them in different ways
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is knowing something OOC and using it IC when your character couldn't have possibly known
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player is over powered or being unrealistic while roleplaying.
IC:
Name: Aelana
Engarname: (Optional) Don't have one yet :3
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Aelana has long red hair and dark green eyes. She wears a casual white shirt and brown shorts.
Personality: Aelana is usually trying to show off her strength,and being fierce. She'll take anyone on in a fight,and will be careless about it. However,if not showing off or fighting, Aelana is actually a kind and nice young woman who cares for her younger brother,Engar.
n-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) A thief jumps out in front of Aelana and her brother as they are walking through a forest. Thief: Give me all your money no one gets hurt! Aelana: The only one who'll be getting hurt here will be YOU if you don't scram. The thief laughs and spits at Aelana's feet. Aelana: You're gonna regret that.. Aelana unsheathes her long sword and grins as she charges towards the thief The thief unsheathes a short sword and slashes at Aelana Aelana dodges the attack and swings at the thief The thief ducks,the sword missing him,and swipes at Aelana's feet In attempt to dodge,Aelana steps back,but isn't fast enough,one of her feet get cut,and she falls down The thief laughs as he grabs the coin sack off her belt,and runs away Aelana: Damn..
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Aelana and Engar lived in a large town.Many citizens their were poor,but were always given money by Aelana and Engar's kind parents.The town was surrounded by a forest and around the forest,more towns lay.The manor they lived in was on the perimeter of the forest.The manor was large,due to the amount of money their family had. They were somewhat rich.The family was loved by many because of their kindness and hospitality. Their love however,also made them targets of many... Engar and Aelana would constantly bicker,but when travelers came to visit the manor they lived in,they were always on their best behaviors. The family lived in peace for many years. Aelana took interest in sword fighting,and combat. Even though it was not a girls sport,her parents encouraged it. She was taught ever since she was 10 by her father. However,Engar liked making art and practiced archery.The one thing they both liked were the woods. It was the only other time they wouldn't argue.They would race and explore high and low and hunt together. The family lived together many years in harmony. One night however, that all changed.
Aelana and Engar were sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" They yelled. They could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispers as her lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Aelana was next. They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. They covered their ears and ran away from the burning home. They had trouble surviving. They were used to having food on their plates everyday,and having warm,soft beds.Word had went around about the burning. Many claimed it was a tribe of orcs that started the fire. Some said it was some Khajiit. Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,they heard about Akavir in a tavern,and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later and start a new life. They purchased large amounts of food,and Aelana got a better sword and bought another bow for Engar,for his burned in the fire. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food they bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Aelana was extremely sea sick,and Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would now do.
OOC:
IGN :AirsickRaptor0
Age: 13
Why us?: My cousin showed me this server,and I love skyrim so I really want to join with her.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but when I finish I will!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as another character that you made up
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is your character knowing something that they couldn't have known even if you know in real life.
Define Power-gaming in your words :Power-gaming is when a character is over powered
IC:
Name: Engar
Engarname: (Optional)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Engar has shaggy,long,black hair and dark green eyes like his sister. He wears a dark grey shirt with a brown jacket over it with brown pants. He wears a green cap on his head,with brown green shoes to match it.
Personality: Engar is kind,and isn't a showoff like his sister. He's kind of quiet,but will fight if needed to. He usually avoids it though. He's more of a diplomat than a fighter. He usually tries keeping his sister from fighting,but usually fails in doing so. He's quite the gentleman.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: Oi! You there! Give me your money! Engar: Listen,if you could just calm down.. Thief: Shut up and give me your money. Engar throws 2 coins on the floor at his feet and says,with a poker face, Engar: There's my money, Thief: I know there is more@ Now give it up! A guard walks over to the two,and says with a harsh voice Guard: What's going on here? Engar: Oh,it's just this man here is trying to rob me of my money,which you can see- *points at the two coins* I have not much of. Guard: You. You're coming with me. The guard grabs the thief by the arm and drags him away while Engar grins,clutching his nearly full coin sack. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Engar lived with his sister and parents in a large manor,surrounded by trees.The town they lived in had many poor citizens,and few rich ones. Engar's family was one of the richer ones. Engar and his sister would constantly bicker,and this annoyed their parents.However,they were on their best behaviors when visiters would come to their home,hearing of the kindness this family was filled with. The forest was another peaceful place where him and Aelana,his older sister, wouldn't argue. Engar loved to practice his archery and collect clay for his pots in the forest,along with finding things to paint here. He loved art.Whether it be painting,creating clay objects,or making music,he loved it. The family lived in harmony for many years. But one day,everything changed.
Engar was sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" he heard his sister yell.He could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Engar found Aelana,who was sobbing hard. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispered as he lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Engar watched her sister drop down after him.They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. Engar covered his ears and ran away from the burning home,his sister doing the same. After a few days,they shakily got back on their feet.Word had went around about the burning.Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,Engar and Aelana were in a tavern when they heard some men talking about Akavir and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later. Engar purchased tons of food and supplies while his sister bought some weapons. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food he bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would do now.
Skooma kills!
Power gaming is a little off, just like your cousin's app.
OOC: IGN:Martinocool Age:13 Why us?:Seems like an intresting server and i am a big fan of The Elder Scrolls games Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but i will Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Acting as a character you made up Define Meta-gaming in your words:When information outside of the game is used to give the player an ingame advantage Define Power-gaming in your words:To play a game in the most explotative way possible ignoring things like roleplay
IC: Name:Rytor Nickname: (Optional) Age:17 Gender:Male Race:Dunmer (Mer) Appearance:Short very normal looking darker hair, blue eyes, small but still fairly muscular, usually wears a dark hood and also wears a scarf that he can pull up to cover the lower part of his face the rest is fairly normal and keeps to the darker colors Personality:Silent but also a joker he likes to play mind tricks on people he usually dosent talk to that many people he likes to be unnoticed and ready for an attack at anytime. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Rytor is sitting calmly in a bar when a very wealthy looking man he sees this as an oppurtunity he slowly takes his left hand into the mans pocket and he pulls out something he didnt expect. A bloody knife Rytor then say to the man "Excuse me, is this yours" he shows the man the bloody knife. The man reacts quickly and hits rytor in the face and starts running, Rytor pulls out one of his own small throwing knives at throws it at the man the man falls to the ground as panic breaks out in the bar Rytor calmly walks out without anybody noticing that he left.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) My name is Rytor and I grew up mostly in the perpetual swirling, blinding chaos of the lands near the sea, I often found myself wishing that others would just be smarter and more logical. With only the local wildlife for companions I often found spending long periods of time in the company of others to be rather annoying, when I got too isolated. Sometimes I find myself fearing that others might find out about me stealing pretty much everything in this god forsaken place. Through the course of my life, I've found that people with too many morals quite simply tend to disgust me. I've always seen myself as being a theif a bounty hunter because that is basically all i do i hunt people, i scout, then i attack.
When it comes to family i never really had any, my parents we're murdered i dont know who did it but i do know that i was taken in by an old lady who really cared for me sadly she died when i was 16 and this was the point where i decided i would travel to Akavir i had heard things about this place and i thought i would travel there since i was starting to run out of business in this town.
Skooma Kills!
SORRY THE LAST ONE GLITCHED..
OOC: IGN:Martinocool Age:13 Why us?:Seems like an intresting server and i am a big fan of The Elder Scrolls games Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but i will Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Acting as a character you made up Define Meta-gaming in your words:When information outside of the game is used to give the player an ingame advantage Define Power-gaming in your words:To play a game in the most explotative way possible ignoring things like roleplay
IC: Name:Rytor Nickname: (Optional) Age:17 Gender:Male Race:Dunmer (Mer) Appearance:Short very normal looking darker hair, blue eyes, small but still fairly muscular, usually wears a dark hood and also wears a scarf that he can pull up to cover the lower part of his face the rest is fairly normal and keeps to the darker colors Personality:Silent but also a joker he likes to play mind tricks on people he usually dosent talk to that many people he likes to be unnoticed and ready for an attack at anytime. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Rytor is sitting calmly in a bar when a very wealthy looking man he sees this as an oppurtunity he slowly takes his left hand into the mans pocket and he pulls out something he didnt expect. A bloody knife Rytor then say to the man "Excuse me, is this yours" he shows the man the bloody knife. The man reacts quickly and hits rytor in the face and starts running, Rytor pulls out one of his own small throwing knives at throws it at the man the man falls to the ground as panic breaks out in the bar Rytor calmly walks out without anybody noticing that he left.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) My name is Rytor and I grew up mostly in the perpetual swirling, blinding chaos of the lands near the sea, I often found myself wishing that others would just be smarter and more logical. With only the local wildlife for companions I often found spending long periods of time in the company of others to be rather annoying, when I got too isolated. Sometimes I find myself fearing that others might find out about me stealing pretty much everything in this god forsaken place. Through the course of my life, I've found that people with too many morals quite simply tend to disgust me. I've always seen myself as being a theif a bounty hunter because that is basically all i do i hunt people, i scout, then i attack.
When it comes to family i never really had any, my parents we're murdered i dont know who did it but i do know that i was taken in by an old lady who really cared for me sadly she died when i was 16 and this was the point where i decided i would travel to Akavir i had heard things about this place and i thought i would travel there since i was starting to run out of business in this town.
Skooma Kills!
I saw.
I attempted.
I failed.
Sorry I could not read hardly any of this, I now have a terrible migraine.
OOC IGN: GamePlayya Age: 17 Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is essentially cheating by using the game's rules against it and using superfluous loopholes to do better than other gamers that have/are not using such things. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is playing the game to simply be the best the fastest way possible in only one direction instead of taking your time to slowly and efficiently master almost everything.
IC Name: Jake Marlson Dowsing Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines) Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something) In-game RP Fight example:
Jake and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Jake looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Jake says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Jake shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Jake, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Jake and the orc, but it is too late for them. Jake takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Jake cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Jake Marlson Dowsing is the son of a couple that lived in Skyrim, down in the Lakeview Manor, just outside of the rebuilt Riften. At the age of eight, he was playing outside of their home when, all of a sudden, he and his sister Mara were kidnapped by bandits. His father came to save them, only to be brutally killed by several trolls that the bandits had captured. The trolls, however, escaped, bandits chasing them. Alone, he managed to escape the cavern of the bandits and make it to Windhelm, where he was taken in by the Khajiits just outside the city.
After recovering for about a week, they set off to go back to Lakeview Manor, but once there, he saw that the bandits had burned his home to the ground. For all he knew, his whole family was dead. The Khajiits took him under their wing and taught him how to wield a blade, bargain in markets, sneak around, survive in the wild, etc. (which is how he has the scars along his face, for he got attacked by a Sabre Cat). At the age of 25, he received word that the bandits of his childhood were found running around in Akavir. He set off on his journey to take revenge on the bandits for what they had done to him. He believes that his mother and sister are still alive somewhere, hopefully in Akavir... waiting for him to come home.
Meta and Power Definitions are wrong.
Name doesn't fit a Nord.
Your background reeks of Fable's plot.
You need to read the rules.
IGN:
sswe902 Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature) Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own. Define Meta-gaming in your words:
A game inside a game, where you choose to do one thing when there are so many other things to do. Define Power-gaming in your words:
??? I'm sorry what does this mean ???
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me) Age:
24, young, but old enough. Gender:
Male Race:
Breton Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something. My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a small camp, outside Akvir. I sneaked behind one tent, and groped for food. I found an apple, and then I ran.
I got to Akvir, tired and weary. I was just a child, and I can't remember who took me in for so long. I realized how smart I was later,
because as I looked down the hill toward my house, it was being burned to the ground, probably by another group of tall dark men. From then on I've lived a good life, general and boring. Simple life, still no permanent home, but I manage. I usually walk around and borrow one or two loaves of bread from some friends. and I'm content.
Read the rules, in them it will tell you what Meta and Power Gaming are.
Akavir is a separate continent, separated by an ocean.
Where did your uncle randomly come from?
How do you not remember who took care of you for "all that time"?
OOC:
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
Gosh this was such a decent app I hate to do this... DENIED
Read the rules.
Read the rules, in them it will tell you what Meta and Power Gaming are.
Akavir is a separate continent, separated by an ocean.
Where did your uncle randomly come from?
How do you not remember who took care of you for "all that time"?
OOC
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something. My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore.
I got to Akvir, tired and weary. I was just a child, and a nice couple named Majorn and Etnon took me in until I was old enough to go out on my own. From then on I've lived a good life, general and boring. Simple life, still no permanent home, but I manage. I usually walk around and borrow one or two loaves of bread from some friends. and I'm content.
OOC:
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something. My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore.
I got to Akvir, tired and weary. I was just a child, and a nice couple named Majorn and Etnon took me in until I was old enough to go out on my own. From then on I've lived a good life, general and boring. Simple life, still no permanent home, but I manage. I usually walk around and borrow one or two loaves of bread from some friends. and I'm content.
DENIED
Logging on to the server has to be your characters first time to Akavir.
OOC:
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is simply utilizing information that your character does not know or does know to progress the story.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Kaldon Melvin
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Kaldon and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Kaldon looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Kaldon says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Kaldon shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Kaldon, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Kaldon and the orc, but it is too late for them. Kaldon takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Kaldon cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Kaldon lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, nicknamed "Dragonborn", they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Kaldon's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Kaldon has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is simply utilizing information that your character does not know or does know to progress the story.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Kaldon Melvin
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Kaldon and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Kaldon looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Kaldon says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Kaldon shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Kaldon, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Kaldon and the orc, but it is too late for them. Kaldon takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Kaldon cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Kaldon lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, nicknamed "Dragonborn", they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Kaldon's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Kaldon has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Read the rules.
Name is still not lore friendly.
Meta is slightly off.
Your father's nickname cannot be "Dragonborn".
DENIED
Logging on to the server has to be your characters first time to Akavir.
App #3 OOC
IGN: sswe902 Age: 13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature) Why us?: It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name: Rendart Terrenshete Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me) Age: 24, young, but old enough. Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy Personality: I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but If I'm needed, I'm close at hand. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Me: Gimme another round a' ale! Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money? Me: Sure as hell I don't! Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin. Me: Why you! (Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.) Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time... (I swing at him) (swings back) (I jump over the counter, the fight continues I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut I bend over, he knees me in the face I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
My uncle picked me up the next day. I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something.
My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I spent about 14 years on that ship, I never got caught. I would sneak onto land when we stopped, but everyone was unfriendly. One day I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I was tired of that boat and I was ready for anything. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore. I can't wait to see what happens once I explore this land.
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is, for example, using outside knowledge of the game to your advantage while your character does not know it him/her -self (somewhat like using a walkthrough).
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Delvin Greatshield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Delvin and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Delvin looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Delvin says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Delvin shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Delvin, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Delvin and the orc, but it is too late for them. Delvin takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Delvin cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Delvin lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Delvin's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Delvin has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
OOC:
IGN:father_nick
Age:13
Why us?:Because my friend is forcing me to play on here
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting as a person or ur own person from a orign or a backstory
Define Meta-gaming in your words:WHEN U CHEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Define Power-gaming in your words: IDK what the hell that is
IC:i suck big wangsss
Name:TUPAC
Nickname: LITTLE T PACK
Age: 54
Gender:MALE
Race: REDGUARD
Appearance: A NICE SMEXY BANDANA AROUND MY WRINKLY FARHEAD AND SOME SAGGY ASS JEANS THAT ARE RIPPED AND MY NIPS ARE HARD AND MY ABS ARE HUGGGGGEEEEE
Personality:A FUN LOVING REDNECK GANGSTER WHO LOVES BLACK PIGS
In-game RP Fight example: I WILL GET MAH BLACK PEOPLE ON YOU
Background: A 1950s Mobster WHO ROLEPLAYS AS CINDERELLA IN HIS SPARE TIME AND LIKE TO EAT PIE WITH FROSTING AND SPRINKLES ON IT I LITTLE BABABBBBABBAABAY VILLAGERS FROM ASGUARD EVERY NIGHT AND HAVE A HOLY BOUNTY OF 1032004289376489483967 FOR LOVING PIGGGYYYS. ALSO I HATE FILTHY DIRTY MEN
IGN: sswe902 Age: 13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature) Why us?: It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name: Rendart Terrenshete Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me) Age: 24, young, but old enough. Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy Personality: I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but If I'm needed, I'm close at hand. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Me: Gimme another round a' ale! Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money? Me: Sure as hell I don't! Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin. Me: Why you! (Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.) Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time... (I swing at him) (swings back) (I jump over the counter, the fight continues I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut I bend over, he knees me in the face I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
My uncle picked me up the next day. I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something.
My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I spent about 14 years on that ship, I never got caught. I would sneak onto land when we stopped, but everyone was unfriendly. One day I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I was tired of that boat and I was ready for anything. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore. I can't wait to see what happens once I explore this land.
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is, for example, using outside knowledge of the game to your advantage while your character does not know it him/her -self (somewhat like using a walkthrough).
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Delvin Greatshield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Delvin and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Delvin looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Delvin says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Delvin shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Delvin, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Delvin and the orc, but it is too late for them. Delvin takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Delvin cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Delvin lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Delvin's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Delvin has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Skooma kills!
If you could add a tiny bit more detail to your background, I would be absolutely satisfied.
OOC:
IGN:father_nick
Age:13
Why us?:Because my friend is forcing me to play on here
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting as a person or ur own person from a orign or a backstory
Define Meta-gaming in your words:WHEN U CHEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Define Power-gaming in your words: IDK what the hell that is
IC:i suck big wangsss
Name:TUPAC
Nickname: LITTLE T PACK
Age: 54
Gender:MALE
Race: REDGUARD
Appearance: A NICE SMEXY BANDANA AROUND MY WRINKLY FARHEAD AND SOME SAGGY ASS JEANS THAT ARE RIPPED AND MY NIPS ARE HARD AND MY ABS ARE HUGGGGGEEEEE
Personality:A FUN LOVING REDNECK GANGSTER WHO LOVES BLACK PIGS
In-game RP Fight example: I WILL GET MAH BLACK PEOPLE ON YOU
Background: A 1950s Mobster WHO ROLEPLAYS AS CINDERELLA IN HIS SPARE TIME AND LIKE TO EAT PIE WITH FROSTING AND SPRINKLES ON IT I LITTLE BABABBBBABBAABAY VILLAGERS FROM ASGUARD EVERY NIGHT AND HAVE A HOLY BOUNTY OF 1032004289376489483967 FOR LOVING PIGGGYYYS. ALSO I HATE FILTHY DIRTY MEN
I will decide what to do with you tomorrow, unless someone else does it first..you sadden me....you really do...
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
My uncle picked me up the next day. I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something.
My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I spent about 14 years on that ship, I never got caught. I would sneak onto land when we stopped, but everyone was unfriendly. One day I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I was tired of that boat and I was ready for anything. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore. I can't wait to see what happens once I explore this land.
SKOOMA KILLS!
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is, for example, using outside knowledge of the game to your advantage while your character does not know it him/her -self (somewhat like using a walkthrough).
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Delvin Greatshield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Delvin and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Delvin looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Delvin says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Delvin shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Delvin, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Delvin and the orc, but it is too late for them. Delvin takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Delvin cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Delvin lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. From his father, he learned how to wield a sword, swim in rough waters, survive in the wild, how to bargain, how to treat women politely, and some more important things for the future. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Delvin's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Delvin has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Skooma kills!
(I hope this is acceptable, but if not, I would love a hint on how to improve this.)
Why us?: Well, seeming as its been quite some time since I have played on a roleplay server, this looks marvelous, also because the fact that Minecraft, and the Elder Scrolls? I'm really looking forward to joining it, and seeing if it is going to be a longer lasting server then the ones I usually join, as well as if it has good roleplaying going on constantly.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is the process of taking on the role of a character, depending on what you're playing, fictional, or non fictional, to act out certain events/scenarios as that character would, depending on whom you set them out to be.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is when someone uses OOC information to gain an advantage IC, such as the location of a certain person, to hunt them down. If you were to gather this information through roleplaying, it would not be meta-gaming, and would be allowed.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is when someone has an overpowered character, which makes roleplaying not fun for anybody, and unfair. For example, in a combat scenario, if someone does not give the other person a chance to react to their attack, and kills them like right away, that is powergaming.
IC
Name: Jason Landear
Age: -Elf Years are not my thing. Appears 23, human years.
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Jason has long, brown hair. He has green eyes, but not the same green that the cloth his clothes are made up of is dyed. It has a hood, which he doesn't wear. He likes to let his hair free.
Personality: Jason is a confident, flirtatious young man. He loves attention, especially that of women. He is brave and courageous, and this sometimes leads to stupidity. He has a good heart though. Everything he does is for a cause. And mostly a good one at that. Even if he is careless with some women, he knows which would be good ones to settle down with. It's just not quite his thing.
In-game RP Fight example: Jason was walking on a trail, alone, in the middle of the night. This wasn't very unusual, since he knew people from all over. He soon forgot where he was headed, which didn't matter, since he heard rustling in some shrubbery. A figure jumped out. Nay, three figures. He realized he was being mugged. He put his hands in the air. "There is no need for this violence. Just let me grab my septims." They thought he would reach for his pouch, in which instead, he reached for his sword, drew it from its sheathe, and beheaded one man, with ferocious strength. He roared as another landed a blow to his left shoulder, luckily not his favored arm. Besides the pain, he rolled onto that shoulder, came up, and stabbed the other man in the stomach. He had to duck his head, as the third came swiping at him. When he came up, he caught the last person off balance, and threw him onto the ground. He pounced on top of him, and brought down his sword, to finish the job. He was exhausted, out of breath, but yet, he managed to keep walking, because he knew he needed help.
Background: Ah, you want to learn about Jason? I see. Well, it starts long ago. Very long ago. The tale of a guard, a king, and a beautiful woman. You see, this guard, well he was the king, at some point. He worked very hard, trying to keep everyone happy, but he couldn't do it alone. One day, while taking a walk, he saw a beautiful woman. Her hair, perfect, her face, everything about her. Perfect. He couldn't help but talk to her, which led to a new relationship beginning. The next day...Wait? Cut to the chase? Okay, okay, I see. Well, they had a child. Jason. They raised him wonderfully, his father teaching him to fight with a sword, and his mother taught him kindness. His father also taught him respect, and how to be quite the charmer. Valenwood, ah yes. That is where this all happened. His family was all he wanted. But not quite what he needed. He needed adventure, the adventure that his father spoke of. And he couldn't stay in that nice little place forever. He needed to learn things for himself. He needed to know if he really was worthy to be the son of his father. If he was worthy to carry the blade that he carries. Sure, he could practice, but how would he know if he could truly use it, when next to nothing goes wrong here? And the last thing. Deep deep down, he wants to finally meet someone who he can trust with anything, who will help him with anything, and who can truly love. Deep deep down, he wants to have what his parents have. He wants to start a family. But he's not quite there yet. He knows where to go. He must leave Tamriel. He takes a ship. A ship to Akavir.
OOC:
IGN: arkantos1279
Age: 15
Why us?: I want to roleplay.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No as I have not played on the server yet.
Define Role-playing in your words: Roleplaying is to step into one’s shoes
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is using any information that your character didn’t obtain. Such as reading something on a forum and reacting in character.
Define Power-gaming in your own words: To give someone no chance to react such as Guard: *Arrests Thief* Thief: Let’s fight! Guard: ((No I already caught you))
IC:
Name: Pich Mao
Nickname: (Optional) None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Tang Mo
Appearance: White to Grayish fur, average height and decent weight he has an average build.
Personality: Serious, quiet, with loner tendencies. Enjoys solitude and tends to sit back and observe. Private, rarely talks about their feelings. At times insensitive to the hardships of others. He plans things ahead. He is well-organized and hard-working in everything he does. He works steadily towards identified goals. Always focused at the task at hand, he has well-developed powers of concentration. He usually will accomplish any task once they have set their mind to it. At times he can be a perfectionist. Clean, thorough, detail-oriented. He tends to avoids mistakes. He is very logical and analytical. Not adventurous or spontaneous. Doesn't appreciate things he doesn’t understand. He is a traditionalist he likes to keep things safe and secure. Dutiful, always follows the rules. He is extremely responsible and dependable. He always prepares for worst case scenarios, cautious. Interested in security and a peaceful life. Would rather be friendless than jobless. Holds people to high standards and does not accept apologies easily.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Pich is walking down a road to go to his job while walking he is confronted by one man wearing what looks to be a potato sack with holes in it* *The man glares at Pich* *Quickly and subtly he draws a short dagger no longer than 6 inches from his coat*
Strange man: “I promise I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pich: *Nods reaching into his pack his face looks scared then turns back to his blank expression quickly* “I apologize I have none on me”
Strange man: *Sighs and raises the blade where it is pointed at Pich* “Such a shame I thought this would have been easy” *Lunges at Pich in a very untrained matter you can tell he has little to no training in this field*
Pich: “Gah!” *Tumbles out of the way tripping over his tail*
Strange man: *Bursts out in laugh* “Wow… We both are failures aren’t we..?”
Pich: *In a weak attempt to prevent a fight agrees with him and smiles*
Strange man: “I’m really sorry it’s just times have been tough and I needed to feed my family”
Pich: “I understand but, this isn’t the way to do it.” “It’s not stable what would have happened had I been a master of combat. Your children would have been hungry and lonely.” *Walks off on his way to continue in an attempt to not be late*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in Akavir, he is a proud member of the Tang Mo. His father an old veteran fighting in many of the invasions against their land was a kind and generous man. He taught Pich many things but not combat. Under the belief that his son had a mind which he lacked he never taught him how to wield a blade but to wield a pen. His father did not regret his life but wished better for his only son. With his mother dying at child birth Pich’s father overcompensated for the loss of his mother. Pich’s father played the roles of father, mother, and brother. Pich and his father had an amazing relationship. Every day when Pich got home from school his father gave him a honey nut treat. Pich loved his father and gained many of his traits. Hardworking, intelligent, stubbornness and also his obliviousness. Both of them are horrible at sensing others pain it just runs in their genes.
Around the time Pich turned ten he was obsessed with combat. He always wanted to wrestle are play with wooden swords in the back yard. He’d pretend to be an ancient master of swordsmanship or archery every other day. He could be found throwing rocks at the squirrels in the tree’s claiming they were “Foreign” Invaders. All the while Shura his neighbor would play with dolls laughing at him. He’d always try to climb the tallest tree and get her the largest fruit he could to impress her. One day he climbed to the top of his father’s citrus tree and grabbed the largest brightest orange. In contrast to his white fur if some majestic onlooker was examining him it might look as he was carrying a fireball in the misty background. When he climbed down he smiled and gave Shura the fruit who then smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek then skipped back to her house. Pich was elated he had finally impressed the girl he tried ages to do. To him Shura was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her fur was a light brown color and her eyes were blue as the sea. He enjoyed every minute he spent with her.
After a year or two since the orange incident when Pich was twelve he saved up two weeks’ worth of gold to take Shura to the fruit market to buy some food and have a picnic in the canopies. He worked picking bananas for Mr. Toa an owner of a giant fruit plantation he’d 5 gold for every 50 bananas he picked. It was a fair job and very fun for Pich as he enjoyed nature and climbing in the trees. It was very foggy and humid that day. The fruit market was very empty with just a few older woman presumably gossiping about the towns current events. Pich was walking awkwardly with his hands in his pockets his face was kind of red as Shurra talked about her favorite foods and about her trip to the southern-lands last winter. He was shy in front of her he didn’t understand why he just was. His heart would get fast around her and his hands would get sweaty. His dad would tease him about his crush on Shurra, but always ended the tease with “Shura’s a good girl and I think you guys would be kind of cute together” Which embarrassed Pich a lot.
When they finally got to the stand with melons Pich asked for the largest watermelon they had and he held it under his arm as he reached into his pocket to pay for it. After grabbing a few other assorted fruits they started to climb trees with the fruits all in Pich’s pack as he would not let Shurra even carry some of the nuts they brought along. Shurra tried convince him to let her carry some of the load but he wouldn’t let her and she knew that. His stubbornness was one of the things she found cute about him. When they finally got to the top she sat really close to Pich and leaned into his chest while they ate the fruit until the sun went down behind the mist.
When Pich was 18 Shurra was pregnant with Pich’s child. None of the parent’s mind too much as Pich had a stable job and was well paid. Shurra and Pich were deep in love and planned on spending the rest of their lives together. Pich now was working as an apprentice to an old Scribe also working halftime at a fruit farm picking fruits for Mr Toa. When Pich had finally earned enough he bought a small hut made for four people. It didn’t cost him too much as he was well known in the town and given a “friends” discount. When Shurra and Pich moved in together had high hopes for their future.
Six months later Shurra had a miscarriage it devastated them two it hurt them in a way that was unfixable. They decided to wait before attempting another child. Around four months after that event Pich’s father passed away from old age. He went in peace which gave Pich some sense of resolve. Another two months after that Shurra and Pich tried again for another child after two more months she was pregnant again. Shurra was insane about keeping this child safe. She only ate the healthiest foods did not touch alcohol or even go near any skooma. Nine months later the child was being delivered Pich was so excited and Shurra was as well. Pich went into the other room as the some of the women from the town help give birth to Shurra. It was a boy; he was born weak and fragile though he seemed he would live. When he went to see Shurra something happened one of her ovaries ruptured, they had no way to stop the bleeding. Pich was yelling and crying while he watched his wife bleed out in front of him. His wife looked at him and smiled while slipping away she said “I—I love you and our son Pich.. Remember tha..” She died from internal bleeding. Crying into her chest Pich was a broken man. A few weeks later the child got pneumonia and died at this point Pich was already a shell of his former self. He loved the child and put a grand funeral for his sake. He now carries a drawing of him wherever he goes. Though from this series of events made Pich the cold man he is today and changed him from the happy kid he once was.
Skooma Kills.
DENIED
Power-Gaming is a bit off.
Power gaming is a little off, just like your cousin's app.
I saw.
I attempted.
I failed.
Sorry I could not read hardly any of this, I now have a terrible migraine.
Meta and Power Definitions are wrong.
Name doesn't fit a Nord.
Your background reeks of Fable's plot.
You need to read the rules.
Read the rules, in them it will tell you what Meta and Power Gaming are.
Akavir is a separate continent, separated by an ocean.
Where did your uncle randomly come from?
How do you not remember who took care of you for "all that time"?
Gosh this was such a decent app I hate to do this...
DENIED
Read the rules.
OOC
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something. My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore.
I got to Akvir, tired and weary. I was just a child, and a nice couple named Majorn and Etnon took me in until I was old enough to go out on my own. From then on I've lived a good life, general and boring. Simple life, still no permanent home, but I manage. I usually walk around and borrow one or two loaves of bread from some friends. and I'm content.
OOC:
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
Skooma kills!
DENIED
Logging on to the server has to be your characters first time to Akavir.
OOC
IGN: GamePlayya
Age: 17
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is simply utilizing information that your character does not know or does know to progress the story.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Kaldon Melvin
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Kaldon and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Kaldon looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Kaldon says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Kaldon shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Kaldon, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Kaldon and the orc, but it is too late for them. Kaldon takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Kaldon cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Kaldon lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, nicknamed "Dragonborn", they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Kaldon's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Kaldon has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Read the rules.
Name is still not lore friendly.
Meta is slightly off.
Your father's nickname cannot be "Dragonborn".
App #3
OOC
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
My uncle picked me up the next day. I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something.
My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I spent about 14 years on that ship, I never got caught. I would sneak onto land when we stopped, but everyone was unfriendly. One day I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I was tired of that boat and I was ready for anything. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore. I can't wait to see what happens once I explore this land.
OOC
IGN : GamePlayya
Age: 17
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is, for example, using outside knowledge of the game to your advantage while your character does not know it him/her -self (somewhat like using a walkthrough).
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Delvin Greatshield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Delvin and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Delvin looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Delvin says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Delvin shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Delvin, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Delvin and the orc, but it is too late for them. Delvin takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Delvin cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Delvin lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Delvin's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Delvin has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Skooma kills!
IGN:father_nick
Age:13
Why us?:Because my friend is forcing me to play on here
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting as a person or ur own person from a orign or a backstory
Define Meta-gaming in your words:WHEN U CHEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Define Power-gaming in your words: IDK what the hell that is
IC:i suck big wangsss
Name:TUPAC
Nickname: LITTLE T PACK
Age: 54
Gender:MALE
Race: REDGUARD
Appearance: A NICE SMEXY BANDANA AROUND MY WRINKLY FARHEAD AND SOME SAGGY ASS JEANS THAT ARE RIPPED AND MY NIPS ARE HARD AND MY ABS ARE HUGGGGGEEEEE
Personality:A FUN LOVING REDNECK GANGSTER WHO LOVES BLACK PIGS
In-game RP Fight example: I WILL GET MAH BLACK PEOPLE ON YOU
Background: A 1950s Mobster WHO ROLEPLAYS AS CINDERELLA IN HIS SPARE TIME AND LIKE TO EAT PIE WITH FROSTING AND SPRINKLES ON IT
I LITTLE BABABBBBABBAABAY VILLAGERS FROM ASGUARD EVERY NIGHT AND HAVE A HOLY BOUNTY OF 1032004289376489483967 FOR LOVING PIGGGYYYS. ALSO I HATE FILTHY DIRTY MEN
Read the rules
If you could add a tiny bit more detail to your background, I would be absolutely satisfied.
I will decide what to do with you tomorrow, unless someone else does it first..you sadden me....you really do...
SKOOMA KILLS!!!!
OOC
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge from the forums or some other source to use in game before your charge tee knows it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Doing something that your person couldn't do, or something that doesn't give others a chance or choice.
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
My uncle picked me up the next day. I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something.
My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a ship. I waited for them to climb aboard, and then I took my chance. I crawled behind a rather plump man, and then sneaked around to a hatch into the cargo deck. I waited for many nights, eating stale bread. Every night I looked out the porthole, hoping to see land. I spent about 14 years on that ship, I never got caught. I would sneak onto land when we stopped, but everyone was unfriendly. One day I saw a large island, but the boat was turned away from it. I can't remember exactly what went on in my head, all I know is that I grabbed an empty bottle of ale, broke the window, and swam. I was tired of that boat and I was ready for anything. I didn't notice how tired I was until I reached the shore. I can't wait to see what happens once I explore this land.
SKOOMA KILLS!
IGN : GamePlayya
Age: 17
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is, for example, using outside knowledge of the game to your advantage while your character does not know it him/her -self (somewhat like using a walkthrough).
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is completing impossible things without caring for another's reaction (i.e.: chops head off... done... [there is no attempt or such]).
IC
Name: Delvin Greatshield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Delvin and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Delvin looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Delvin says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Delvin shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Delvin, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Delvin and the orc, but it is too late for them. Delvin takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Delvin cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Born and raised in Whiterun, Skyrim, Delvin lived a happy life. Growing up with his sister and his widowed father, they enjoyed the peace of their home, for outside the walls of the city was war. From his father, he learned how to wield a sword, swim in rough waters, survive in the wild, how to bargain, how to treat women politely, and some more important things for the future. They managed to keep relatively save within Whiterun, sometimes running off to Lakeview Manor to escape any sense of danger that came to Whiterun and their lives. One day, Delvin's father left on a long journey, stating that he would be going to Akavir for a while.
It has been several years, and Delvin has been drafted into the war. Rejecting the possibility of dieing at home, he left his sister and decided to go to Akavir to find his father in hopes of bringing him back home and assisting everyone with hiding from he huge war against the Thalmor. With knowledge of how to wield a blade, he hops onto the next ship to Akavir in hopes that his father is still alive.
Skooma kills!
(I hope this is acceptable, but if not, I would love a hint on how to improve this.)
IGN : Arguello22
Age: 16
Why us?: Well, seeming as its been quite some time since I have played on a roleplay server, this looks marvelous, also because the fact that Minecraft, and the Elder Scrolls? I'm really looking forward to joining it, and seeing if it is going to be a longer lasting server then the ones I usually join, as well as if it has good roleplaying going on constantly.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is the process of taking on the role of a character, depending on what you're playing, fictional, or non fictional, to act out certain events/scenarios as that character would, depending on whom you set them out to be.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is when someone uses OOC information to gain an advantage IC, such as the location of a certain person, to hunt them down. If you were to gather this information through roleplaying, it would not be meta-gaming, and would be allowed.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is when someone has an overpowered character, which makes roleplaying not fun for anybody, and unfair. For example, in a combat scenario, if someone does not give the other person a chance to react to their attack, and kills them like right away, that is powergaming.
IC
Name: Jason Landear
Age: -Elf Years are not my thing. Appears 23, human years.
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Jason has long, brown hair. He has green eyes, but not the same green that the cloth his clothes are made up of is dyed. It has a hood, which he doesn't wear. He likes to let his hair free.
Personality: Jason is a confident, flirtatious young man. He loves attention, especially that of women. He is brave and courageous, and this sometimes leads to stupidity. He has a good heart though. Everything he does is for a cause. And mostly a good one at that. Even if he is careless with some women, he knows which would be good ones to settle down with. It's just not quite his thing.
In-game RP Fight example: Jason was walking on a trail, alone, in the middle of the night. This wasn't very unusual, since he knew people from all over. He soon forgot where he was headed, which didn't matter, since he heard rustling in some shrubbery.
A figure jumped out. Nay, three figures. He realized he was being mugged. He put his hands in the air.
"There is no need for this violence. Just let me grab my septims." They thought he would reach for his pouch, in which instead, he reached for his sword, drew it from its sheathe, and beheaded one man, with ferocious strength. He roared as another landed a blow to his left shoulder, luckily not his favored arm. Besides the pain, he rolled onto that shoulder, came up, and stabbed the other man in the stomach. He had to duck his head, as the third came swiping at him. When he came up, he caught the last person off balance, and threw him onto the ground. He pounced on top of him, and brought down his sword, to finish the job. He was exhausted, out of breath, but yet, he managed to keep walking, because he knew he needed help.
Background: Ah, you want to learn about Jason? I see. Well, it starts long ago. Very long ago. The tale of a guard, a king, and a beautiful woman. You see, this guard, well he was the king, at some point. He worked very hard, trying to keep everyone happy, but he couldn't do it alone. One day, while taking a walk, he saw a beautiful woman. Her hair, perfect, her face, everything about her. Perfect. He couldn't help but talk to her, which led to a new relationship beginning. The next day...Wait? Cut to the chase? Okay, okay, I see. Well, they had a child. Jason. They raised him wonderfully, his father teaching him to fight with a sword, and his mother taught him kindness. His father also taught him respect, and how to be quite the charmer. Valenwood, ah yes. That is where this all happened. His family was all he wanted. But not quite what he needed. He needed adventure, the adventure that his father spoke of. And he couldn't stay in that nice little place forever. He needed to learn things for himself. He needed to know if he really was worthy to be the son of his father. If he was worthy to carry the blade that he carries. Sure, he could practice, but how would he know if he could truly use it, when next to nothing goes wrong here? And the last thing. Deep deep down, he wants to finally meet someone who he can trust with anything, who will help him with anything, and who can truly love. Deep deep down, he wants to have what his parents have. He wants to start a family. But he's not quite there yet. He knows where to go. He must leave Tamriel. He takes a ship. A ship to Akavir.
SKOOMA KILLS!
IGN: arkantos1279
Age: 15
Why us?: I want to roleplay.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No as I have not played on the server yet.
Define Role-playing in your words: Roleplaying is to step into one’s shoes
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is using any information that your character didn’t obtain. Such as reading something on a forum and reacting in character.
Define Power-gaming in your own words: To give someone no chance to react such as Guard: *Arrests Thief* Thief: Let’s fight! Guard: ((No I already caught you))
IC:
Name: Pich Mao
Nickname: (Optional) None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Tang Mo
Appearance: White to Grayish fur, average height and decent weight he has an average build.
Personality: Serious, quiet, with loner tendencies. Enjoys solitude and tends to sit back and observe. Private, rarely talks about their feelings. At times insensitive to the hardships of others. He plans things ahead. He is well-organized and hard-working in everything he does. He works steadily towards identified goals. Always focused at the task at hand, he has well-developed powers of concentration. He usually will accomplish any task once they have set their mind to it. At times he can be a perfectionist. Clean, thorough, detail-oriented. He tends to avoids mistakes. He is very logical and analytical. Not adventurous or spontaneous. Doesn't appreciate things he doesn’t understand. He is a traditionalist he likes to keep things safe and secure. Dutiful, always follows the rules. He is extremely responsible and dependable. He always prepares for worst case scenarios, cautious. Interested in security and a peaceful life. Would rather be friendless than jobless. Holds people to high standards and does not accept apologies easily.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Pich is walking down a road to go to his job while walking he is confronted by one man wearing what looks to be a potato sack with holes in it* *The man glares at Pich* *Quickly and subtly he draws a short dagger no longer than 6 inches from his coat*
Strange man: “I promise I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pich: *Nods reaching into his pack his face looks scared then turns back to his blank expression quickly* “I apologize I have none on me”
Strange man: *Sighs and raises the blade where it is pointed at Pich* “Such a shame I thought this would have been easy” *Lunges at Pich in a very untrained matter you can tell he has little to no training in this field*
Pich: “Gah!” *Tumbles out of the way tripping over his tail*
Strange man: *Bursts out in laugh* “Wow… We both are failures aren’t we..?”
Pich: *In a weak attempt to prevent a fight agrees with him and smiles*
Strange man: “I’m really sorry it’s just times have been tough and I needed to feed my family”
Pich: “I understand but, this isn’t the way to do it.” “It’s not stable what would have happened had I been a master of combat. Your children would have been hungry and lonely.” *Walks off on his way to continue in an attempt to not be late*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in Akavir, he is a proud member of the Tang Mo. His father an old veteran fighting in many of the invasions against their land was a kind and generous man. He taught Pich many things but not combat. Under the belief that his son had a mind which he lacked he never taught him how to wield a blade but to wield a pen. His father did not regret his life but wished better for his only son. With his mother dying at child birth Pich’s father overcompensated for the loss of his mother. Pich’s father played the roles of father, mother, and brother. Pich and his father had an amazing relationship. Every day when Pich got home from school his father gave him a honey nut treat. Pich loved his father and gained many of his traits. Hardworking, intelligent, stubbornness and also his obliviousness. Both of them are horrible at sensing others pain it just runs in their genes.
Around the time Pich turned ten he was obsessed with combat. He always wanted to wrestle are play with wooden swords in the back yard. He’d pretend to be an ancient master of swordsmanship or archery every other day. He could be found throwing rocks at the squirrels in the tree’s claiming they were “Foreign” Invaders. All the while Shura his neighbor would play with dolls laughing at him. He’d always try to climb the tallest tree and get her the largest fruit he could to impress her. One day he climbed to the top of his father’s citrus tree and grabbed the largest brightest orange. In contrast to his white fur if some majestic onlooker was examining him it might look as he was carrying a fireball in the misty background. When he climbed down he smiled and gave Shura the fruit who then smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek then skipped back to her house. Pich was elated he had finally impressed the girl he tried ages to do. To him Shura was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her fur was a light brown color and her eyes were blue as the sea. He enjoyed every minute he spent with her.
After a year or two since the orange incident when Pich was twelve he saved up two weeks’ worth of gold to take Shura to the fruit market to buy some food and have a picnic in the canopies. He worked picking bananas for Mr. Toa an owner of a giant fruit plantation he’d 5 gold for every 50 bananas he picked. It was a fair job and very fun for Pich as he enjoyed nature and climbing in the trees. It was very foggy and humid that day. The fruit market was very empty with just a few older woman presumably gossiping about the towns current events. Pich was walking awkwardly with his hands in his pockets his face was kind of red as Shurra talked about her favorite foods and about her trip to the southern-lands last winter. He was shy in front of her he didn’t understand why he just was. His heart would get fast around her and his hands would get sweaty. His dad would tease him about his crush on Shurra, but always ended the tease with “Shura’s a good girl and I think you guys would be kind of cute together” Which embarrassed Pich a lot.
When they finally got to the stand with melons Pich asked for the largest watermelon they had and he held it under his arm as he reached into his pocket to pay for it. After grabbing a few other assorted fruits they started to climb trees with the fruits all in Pich’s pack as he would not let Shurra even carry some of the nuts they brought along. Shurra tried convince him to let her carry some of the load but he wouldn’t let her and she knew that. His stubbornness was one of the things she found cute about him. When they finally got to the top she sat really close to Pich and leaned into his chest while they ate the fruit until the sun went down behind the mist.
When Pich was 18 Shurra was pregnant with Pich’s child. None of the parent’s mind too much as Pich had a stable job and was well paid. Shurra and Pich were deep in love and planned on spending the rest of their lives together. Pich now was working as an apprentice to an old Scribe also working halftime at a fruit farm picking fruits for Mr Toa. When Pich had finally earned enough he bought a small hut made for four people. It didn’t cost him too much as he was well known in the town and given a “friends” discount. When Shurra and Pich moved in together had high hopes for their future.
Six months later Shurra had a miscarriage it devastated them two it hurt them in a way that was unfixable. They decided to wait before attempting another child. Around four months after that event Pich’s father passed away from old age. He went in peace which gave Pich some sense of resolve. Another two months after that Shurra and Pich tried again for another child after two more months she was pregnant again. Shurra was insane about keeping this child safe. She only ate the healthiest foods did not touch alcohol or even go near any skooma. Nine months later the child was being delivered Pich was so excited and Shurra was as well. Pich went into the other room as the some of the women from the town help give birth to Shurra. It was a boy; he was born weak and fragile though he seemed he would live. When he went to see Shurra something happened one of her ovaries ruptured, they had no way to stop the bleeding. Pich was yelling and crying while he watched his wife bleed out in front of him. His wife looked at him and smiled while slipping away she said “I—I love you and our son Pich.. Remember tha..” She died from internal bleeding. Crying into her chest Pich was a broken man. A few weeks later the child got pneumonia and died at this point Pich was already a shell of his former self. He loved the child and put a grand funeral for his sake. He now carries a drawing of him wherever he goes. Though from this series of events made Pich the cold man he is today and changed him from the happy kid he once was.
Skooma Kills.