OOC: Out of game, I am still as proud and confident as my character. I am also a fun-loving person who one could define as the "average gamer". While I take my gaming seriously, I never fail to forget that the point of all games is to have fun and I do my best to let myself have fun and bring fun to fellow players around me.
IGN: ForkthatwaffleXD
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to play on this server because I have grown quite fond of the Elder Scrolls series and the lore involved with it. As a proud Nord, it would be my honor to travel to the foreign land of Aquiver While I shall miss my homeland of Skyrim, I long for the adventure that awaits me. I hope you acknowledge my request and allow me this opportunity
Have you voted for us at Planet?: Why of Course!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a players ability to make an entirely new identity from scratch. However, one does not simply make a character and become a king. Role playing involves honing skills and working your way to power and wisdom. You may choose whatever path you like. Whether that be race, battle style, ambitions, occupations etc. You can choose to take risks or be safe. The choice is yours. That, my friend, is role playing.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is a players ability to control the outside world through his or her actions. An example slightly relevant to this server is in the game, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, the player is given the choice to join the Imperial Legion or the Stormcloak Rebellion. Depending on the side the player chooses, that is who wins the civil war in Skyrim. This changes things such as leaders of cities/holds, who will attack the player and whatnot. The world depends on what the player chooses to do.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when a player goes straight toward a goal without paying attention to lore or the storyline. In other words, it is the bane of my existence. Power gaming is when the player does not care about the lore. He or she plays the game solely for the purpose of completing the game, which implies that he or she does not get the full experience of the game.
IC: I am a strong, proud Nord that will crush my enemies in an instant. However, I am helpful to my allies, and would do anything to get them through the fight. I have rarely seen the battlefield and not been victorious. The nation is always first. No questions. No mercy.
Name: Torgath the Feared
Nickname: (Optional) Torgath
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: A hardy Nord who's battle scars tell his story. 5'10'', 265 lbs. Bald, medium length goatee-style beard. Eyes that stare straight into a man's soul and never fail incite fear in his enemies. He is feared for a reason.
Personality: A tough merciless warrior who does anything for his allies and nothing for his enemies. He has no remorse. He is loving to those he is close to. His loyalty, unwavering. He will put those he loves first, for his heart knows the truth.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) (The battle is set in the plains of Whiterun after Torgath retrieves his father's will from his childhood home in Rorikstead. He arrives in the town as he sees a familiar face) *Torgath spots his arch-enemy the Dunmer, Astrid Aethis. *Astrid returns the deathly stare. Torgath: It's useless. I have the scroll and your family is dead. Stand down now or face my axe. Astrid: We both know what must happen, Torgath. We settle this now. *Torgath spits in Astrid's direction. Astrid: Is this how you represent your people? Disrespecting your enemies? I thought your kind was more civilized *Astrid sends three firebolts toward Torgath. *Torgath dodges two, yet takes one in the shoulder. His Orcish Armor is strong, but cannot withstand the full force of the blow. His right arm is useless, and can no longer use his favored Ebony Warhammer. *Torgath rushes toward Astrid, who stands about 15 yards away, shield first. Astrid: Well this is peculiar... *Astrid uses a sparks spell on Torgath, yet he is not affected. Astrid: Wha- *Before Astrid could finish her sentence, she is sent flying ten feet back as Torgath bashes her with his shield. Torgath: Thank the divines Leingid is a good enchanter *Astrid rises from the ground *She sees Torgath stand above her with an Ebony War Axe raised above his head. *Torgath grins. *Astrids head rolls on the ground *The plains are quietabout 15 yards away, shield first. Astrid: Well this is peculiar... *Astrid uses a sparks spell on Torgath, yet he is not affected. Astrid: Wha- *Before Astrid could finish her sentence, she is sent flying ten feet back as Torgath bashes her with his shield. Torgath: Thank the divines Leingid is a good enchanter *Astrid rises from the ground *She sees Torgath stand above her with an Ebony War Axe raised above his head. *Torgath grins. *Astrids head rolls on the ground *The plains are quiet.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Aquiver.) Torgath the Feared, who lived with his single father, Jaffrik, was born in the town of Rorikstead. His father was brewer for the town and made a steady living. Jaffrik was very kind toward Torgath, and he was always fair. However, he wanted Torgath to be a true Nord. At the age of 6, Torgath began apprenticeship at his father's brewery. There, he learned of many ingredients for beer, mead, whiskey. Torgath had a friend in Rorikstead by the name of Leingid who was the son of the Court Wizard of Whiterun, and great grandson of Farengar Secret-Fire. Jaffrik shared his brief knowledge of alchemy with the two boys throughout Torgath's apprenticeship. At the age of fifteen, Torgath enlisted in the Whiterun guard where he learned to fight admirably with two handed weapons. At the age of 19, Torgath was promoted to Leingid's housecarl, who was now the Court Wizard of Dragonsreach and a Thane of Whiterun for recognition of his work with Nirnroot and discovering how to grow and cultivate the plant. At the age of 22, Leingid and Torgath go on a journey to Morrowind to study destruction magic with the Dunmer. While in the capital city of Mournhold, a pickpocket steals an amulet given to Leingid by the arch-mage of the College of Winterhold. Seeing how this was a very powerful artifact, Torgath ran after the thief and tackled her. He elbowed her in the head, knocking her out and taking back the amulet. The two immediately went back to Skyrim. Not two months later, on the fifth of Last Seed, there was an ambush on Whiterun by the Thieve's Guld. In an instant, a large mass of innocent looking citizens start to break into shops an kill anyone who opposes them. The flabbergasted guards try to take action, but are soon taken out by assassins one-by-one. Torgath hears the commotion in the city and goes outside to see the turmoil across Whiterun. He quickly runs down and quickly kills all thieves he spots. As goes down the steps he sees a strange person coming out of Warmaiden's. As we all know, Dark Elves are not commonly found in Skyrim. Torgath blocks out all outside noise and heads straight for the Dark Elf. She quickly pulls out a dagger in an attempt to catch Torgath off guard, but he is smarter than the average Nord. Torgath stops in his tracks, pulls out his steel warhammer, and quickly sweeps it under the thieve's feet. Before he can make a second strike, she gets up and flees the city. Torgath knew this was the same Elf that stole the amulet from Leingid in Mournhold. From then on, there have been three other minor encounters between the two. All have ended with The Elf, known as Astrid Aethis, escaping, and both of them close to death. Since then, Torgath has faced the battlefield many times during attempts to attack Whiterun. His efforts have earned him the title of Thane in the city of Whiterun. On the 27th of Frostfall, 4 days before his birthday, Torgath received news of his father's death from the innkeeper in Rorikstead. On his way there, he faced Astrid (fight transcript above). After learning that Astrid was the one who poisoned his father, he was devastated. He wanted his father to proud, for he knew that he was looking down upon Torgath from Sovngarde. So he decided to set out on an adventure to Akavir. This is where his story begins.
OOC: Out of Character IGN: Tharane Age: 13 Why us?: I saw Akavir and I love all the Elder Scrolls games and RPG's so I immediantly wanted to join! Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet, but I will Define Role-Playing in your words: A game in which you can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you want, as long as it is with the rules of the game. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one does something that he/she has no or very little information on. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one character forces a action upon another.
IC: In Character Name: Tharane Adranian Nickname: None Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: Medium hight, skinny, dirty blonde hair, white curved rune on his left cheek, a slight beard. Personality: Likes to be with his friends, enjoys a good adventure, serious when he needs to, in all a nice guy to everyone. In-game RP Fight example: One day Tharane entered a tavern and inside he saw the bartender being harassed by three of men. "You owe us, and we intend to recieve what you owe us in any way possible," one particularly muscular one said. "Even if it's killing you." Tharane immediantly went up and said, "If you so much as put a scratch on that man's head, I will not hesitate to kill you." The leader. for the leader he was, then turned around, chuckled, and threw the bartender across the room and he hit a wall. He then said with a evil grin on his face, "Oops, does that count as a scratch?" Tharane then pulled out his Staff of Bolts and shocked one of the leader's thugs, and killed him. The other then drew a axe and charged Tharane. He parried the man with a short sword for about thirty seconds then finally killed the man with a slash across the chest. The leader then laughed and said, "Ha! You think you can defeat me!? I am at least ten times as powerful as you!" Tharane just looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Oh, I don't think. I know." The leader then pulled a warhammer out and charged Tharane. He dodged the leader's warhammer, then, baraly escaping from getting his head cut off, stabbed the leader in the side with the short sword. With blinding speed the man thrust up Tharane's sword and slashed him in the leg with a dagger, causing him to fall back and loose his weapons. The leader then put a dagger to Tharane's throat and said, "Any last words?" "Goodbye," Tharan said to him as he hit the man in the chest with a burst of flames sending him backwards, and killing him. Tharane was later healed by Lucien, and to this very day he has a scar on his leg where the man stabbed him. Thus did Tharane defeat the bandits, and ensure the bartender that he was protected from all harm. Background: Tharane was born in Cyrodill, in the Imperial City and has lived there his whole life a a mage. His parents died of a bandit raid when he was very young, and his master, Lucien, found him in the wreckage and took him as his own. Every once and a while someone comes to him, he discovers something, or he overhears things, and he goes to take a look at it. When Tharane was 18, and still apperentacing to Lucien, he found a dark orb at a ruin about one hour from the capital. He showed it to his brother, Zaneron, because he knew about dark magics. When he took it, a black smok erupted from it concealing Zaneron in it. He was possesed by a dark power who then tried to kill Tharane. He fended him off as best as he could, but was no match for the dark power's abilities. Lucien then came, for he had sensed a disturbance, and defeated the dark power, but it managed to escape along with Zaneron's body and soul. Eleven years later he heard about the landAkavir, he decided to go there and embark on a great journey so he could gain knowledge and wisdom, and hopefully find strong magics so next time he faces his brother, or what is left of him, he won't lose again.
IGN: Eric1805 Age: 14 Why us? I've always been looking for an Elder Scrolls server and there aren't any others. Time you can dedicate: 2-6 hours a day. Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC. Define power-gaming in your words: This is when your character is basically like God. So you always get headshots with one shot or killing five people with one shot.
Name: Eric Age: 20 year in game Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Eric wears basic hide armour, boots, gauntlets and a helmet. He also has multiple scars and wounds across his body from searching dungeons and the like. Weapons: Bow Personality: Eric is generally a Bad guy until you get on the nice side of him. Then he just becomes a huging thirsty monster that even the best warrior in all of Akavir would think twice about huging him. Background: Eric was born in Solitude, Skyrim into an Imperial family. His father was a cook in the Imperial Legion and his mother was just a merchant. Eric went into training at ten years old, becoming the best archer and hugger in his class for a long time. He was the most popular and feared and loved in his school and at age 15, he trained to become a archer of the Imperial legion, becuase he liked his father. He graduated at age 18 and was involved on multiple elite missions against the Stormcloaks, racking up an already high body count. When he was 20, Skyrim and the rest of Tamriel was plunged into even more war and chaos. The Stormcloaks had become more powerful but dragons and other monsters had been appearing. Most major cities were destroyed or taken over. Only Windhelm and Solitude still stood. Once it got to heavy to handle, Tullius and Elsif the Fair gave the order to retreat to the unexplored continent of Akavir. However, Tullius and the Jarl were caught and executed by the Stormcloaks.
Eric now tries to survive on his own in the unknown land of Akavir, armed only with his Bow.
OOC: Cody IGN: xxdarkchicxx Age: 16 Why us?: You sounded very interesting and your website appealed to my eye. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I plan on it. Define Role-Playing in your words: When you take part in a role that is not yourself. You act as that role as if you were that person/thing. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Having knowledge of in game characters after hearing it from an outside source from out of the game. Define Power-gaming in your words: Pushing your character to the limits and making him/her over powered.
IC: Fenrar Juryan Name: Fenrar Juryan Nickname: Fen Age: 25 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Rough face with a couple of scars over right eye. Height is 6'2" and body type is slim and slender. He has a small mohawk and the rest of his hair is buzzed. Personality: Shy and very quiet, but will take accustom to people as he sees fit. In-game RP Fight example: *takes a deep breath and draws back bow* Target sighted. *fires bow* Background: Fenrar Juryan was abandoned as a child and had to live by himself. Being self-taught, he learned in the ways of the bow. In his adult years, he learned to fend for himself by ways of thievery. All of the cities he was accepted in kicked him out for stealing. After countless cities abandoning him, he decided to travel by boat to Akavir. Leaving behind his past, he prepares for the long journey. His bow upon his back, bandages over his scar, he arrives at Akavir.
OOC: Logan IGN: Connerlog Age: sixteen Why us?: The server sounds enjoyable and is unique Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, I plan to though Define Role-Playing in your words: To take part in a role that you are not and act it out Define Meta-gaming in your words: Having knowledge of in game content from out of game Define Power-gaming in your words: Pushing your character to be overpowered
IC: Volreg Grein Name: Volreg Grein Nickname: Golren Age: Twenty six Gender: Male Race: Orc Appearance: 6ft 11in, 260lbs, Scarred face and arms. Well built. Short tusks, short hair Personality: Stays to self, doesn't settle down, always traveling, Always seeking knowledge In-game RP Fight example: Removes axe from belt and brings up ready to strike, Blocks first blow then swings. Background: Shunned by tribe when he decided to further his study of combat. At the age of sixteen he left the tribe. Wandered Tamriel for three years until he was brought in as an apprentice to a Nord blacksmith. He worked with the blacksmith and trained to one day regain his honor. With the help of the blacksmith, Ingmer Balgrff, he became a well known fighter and partook in tournaments to show his skill and raise the gold to continue his travels. After four years of working with the blacksmith he has left to continue his journey of self knowledge. After two years of travel he has learned much, yet not enough to be pleased with. Many know him as the wandering Hilt he upholds it by fighting in arenas. After another year of travel and selling himself as a gladiator he finds himself in Akavir with nothing to his name and not a cent on him after angering the wrong group of people. Skooma Kills
age:14
IGN:mqzplqap. why us: ive been looking for an rpg server for days and im a massive fan of skyrim and ESO.
have u voted for us on planet minecraft: i plan to soon
define role playing in your words:pretending to be someone who you aren't
define meta gaming in your words:when outgame content gives the player an advantage
define power gaming in your words:working hard on your character to grant them alot of power
IC
name:Igor Bloodtooth
nickname:bloodtooth
age: 43
gender:male
Race:kahjit (cat person)
appearance: deep red eyes eyes, Ebony fur, well developed claws long enough to tear through skin and short enough to wield a blade.7 ft 210lbs
personality: very shifty, curious,cunning,hard to anger and selfish.
background: Igor was living a rough live in the streets of solitude to earn money he would be taking assassination contracts on one perticular assassination he was not prepared he was caught. put in prison immediatley he was sent straight to Akavir where he was held for 2 years until mercs decided to pay his debt and free him this is where his adventure began....
Igor in a fight: the guard ran for the door igor quickly reacted and created a dark ward over the handle, the guard panicked and picked up his sword and threw it at igors head igor caught it in mid air with his hand blood trickled from his hand. igor pinned the guard to the wall and put his middle claw on the guards throat and slit it.
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, for example, RP-ing actions that are said and done, such as stabbing sone and killing them, without allowing the stabee to attempt to dodge or counter or whatnot. It is also doing the impossible without having the necessary equipment/skills/etc.
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, attempting breaking the neck of the bandit. The neck turns with a sharp crack. 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 tries to quickly stab the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. However, he move is parried and the leader rolls to the right. Kilkanist attempts to chop the head off of the last, basic bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. The head flies to the wall, cracking.
"Any last words, ye dastardly swordsman??" the bandit leader exclaims, enchanting his dagger with fire. Delvin sidesteps around the leader quickly, and Kilkanist steps in front of the leader, Yhugtistalk swinging like a pendulum. The leader spins rapidly, fire enveloping him. Delvin blocks any incoming fire, and attempts to slice at the leader, Kilkanist doing the same. The move appears successful, the leader bleeding and falling to the ground... dead. Kilkanist goes through the bodies of the three bandits, removing and gold, potions, and food for them. Delvin wipes his blade clean and walks out of the alleyway, the orc following 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, who was an adventurer for his whole life, 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, named Jhilkan (pronounced yill-can), 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 the continent 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.)
P.S.: His father will be dead once found, so... no one will be playing his father.
OOC:
IGN:TheDarkness725
Age:13
Why us?:Well the main reason was because i love roleplaying but could not find any good rp servers, The truth is i found this one and would like to check it out.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No i don't really like planet minecraft, for personal reasons...
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is when you create a character and act out their story (simplified)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting like you know another character with out actually meeting them roleplay wise.
Define Power-gaming in your words: In my words i describe it as... Doing inhuman things such as Instantly killing someone by stabbing them in the toe.
IC:
Name: Dane Foshie
Nickname:Dane (Optional)
Age:36
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:Tall, tan skin, short brown hair, brown eyes.
Personality: Is kind to all, but likes to be on his own and doesn't talk much.
In-game RP Fight example: Dane grasps his chest after taking a slice from that odd mans knife, he almost screaches and lunges at the man, "why are you doing this?" yells dane, mid lunge. The man smirks and stabs at Dane. Dane jumps left and sticks his leg out tripping the man. The man hits the ground with a grunt, and Dane jumps on him plunging his steel knife deep into the mans neck. (Include dialog)
Background:Oh great i'm terrible at back stories... here goes. (Ill post this part in around 5 mins just got a little lazy ;P) (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
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OOC:
IGN:GeneticZombie33
Age:19
Why us?: Cause most of the roleplay servers are hard to go with but skyrim yeahhh.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but I will you will see
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplay is like 2 people acting like 2 diffrent people like Xalo and Xyo
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Simply put, it is the set of strategies that have been tried and found effective by the general community at large in how to win in the game you are playing, whether it is Starcraft 2, Starcraft, League of Legends, DoTA.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Its a style of game like roleplay,boardgames
IC:
Name:Xyo Cyan
Nickname: Xalo
Age:17
Gender:male
Race:Nord
Appearance:Has Scars on his back and red eyes and black hair.
Personality:Good with bow,sword mostly sword,Mining,Shy
In-game RP Fight example: *Hides in tree* *shoots leg with bow* jumps down land on his arms and grabs and holds in air and throws him down on my knee *Back broken*
Background: Xyo was a healthly kid and lived in WhiteRun his dad ZYO and his big brother Triston was adventuring for their life! One day his dad and his brother came back and was the best defending whiterun Xyo dad went on a long trip to Akavir. After his dad left war begun and it was hard to defend without my dad. And lived a hard life without our dad ZYO.
Its been 9 years that he hasnt came back and i was young. We were hiding while my brother Triston trained me.
Triston Helped me with archery and swords but i was treated like a slave while training cause it was hard.
My Agility has gone up better than i was young cause i liked climbing trees along my house.
During the war my brother Triston died and most of us were sad and wanted revenge.
I went out to go find my dad in Akavir so he can help us defend from the war raging hard outside our walls.
SKOOMA KILLS!!!!!
P.S When Xyo's Dad has been found DEAD by SKOOMA So no one will be playing as my dad
IGN: Deaducated
Age: 16
Why us?: I have been playing Skyrim for a very long time and love the game with a passion.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: People coming together to enjoy something in such a way that you would pursue to act it out
Define Meta-gaming in your words: A strategy game, and/also an action game for say.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to strive or achieve a goal in which you have the mindset to accomplish
Name:Hero Nickname: Dead
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance:Longer black hair with a scar over the left eye that was put their through a perilous fight that took place while young around the height of 6' 6"
Personality: Like to obtain leadership, loyal, respectable, doesn't like to bother other people with matter that is none of my concern.
In-game RP Fight example:Hero looked down at the opponent, lying there in the dirt. Wondering to himself why he ever called the foe his brother, since his brother Zaro's birth, they were never the same and had completely different outlooks on almost every topic. Within the past few months Hero has been trying to track down his brother, the leader of the Indignant, which is a rebel group that fights against the current leadership of the king. The Indignant's plans were to embed spies into the cities and have assassins eliminate the kings by back-stabbing them after they have gained the peoples trust. "Th...Thi...This cant be coming true," murmured Zaro who is now awakening from the blow that he took. "My plan was perfect, nothing could have possible stopped me," he said. "Well it looks like there were a few...minor flaws in that idea," said Hero. "You have successfully captured me after 3 months of my group terrorizing the cities and slaughtering the people," said Zaro. "Yes, and now it is down to just me and you, and I request an old-fashioned dueling stake to wager your freedom if you win, to your death and me claiming the cities again for The Capitol," said Hero."As you wish, and if you do in fact win, Id just liked to let you know that I will always love you, even though we parted our ways many years ago," Zaro replied. The two of them continued to draw their swords and engage into combat, with there only able to be one victor, and that victor would continue to be the Emperor of The Capital.
Background:Hero was born into the olden days of Skyrim, before the Empire existed and long before The Great War took place. His mother raised him and his brother Zaro by herself as a single mother because their father, Tyranius fought for their city in The Battle of Grayriver, the town in which they live, and gave his life to protect his people.Ever since a young age Hero has always taken a liking towards the good arts, nothing interested him about being big and bad. His brother on the other hand, Zaro, was a power-hungry monster who later in life organized a crime group to take over The Capital and announce himself as Emperor.
Since those olden days Hero goes on adventures by himself into Akavir (current Skyrim) and has found himself once again on the righteous side by joining the Imperials, despite them being run by the elves. He never was really for rebelling against what side was their first. Ever since he joined Akavir Hero has joined The Companions in Whiterun, where he currently lives, and helps keep the Imperial cities intact by fighting against the Stormcloak rebels.
How is this at all "lore-accurate"? If this whole thing wasn't so.. impossible it would have be interesting, until then it creates a weird feeling of laughter while cringing.
Why us?: Was looking for a server to RP on. This one lines up with my interests
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not quite yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Assuming a role that is different from your everyday one. Pretending to be something or someone else.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: doing something that is overpowered/unfair. IE: *I walk into the room of enemies and kill them all in under a second.*
IC:
Name: Tarvyn Vilas
Age: 536
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Dark skin (obviously), red eyes, longer hair with a beard. Mage robes and boots.
Personality: Reserved, quiet, inquisitive
In-game RP Fight example: *I roll out of the way of the incoming axeblow. Feeling it cut through the air where I was just standing.*
*I counter with a lightning spell, hitting his arm and causing him to drop his weapon.*
"I see you've gotten better since last time we fought."
Of course, training is essential to victory. As is being smarter than your opponent.
*We resume our fight, trading hits and missing occasionally.*
*The metals of his armor clang as my opponent moves about the ring. His wild swings are no match for my refined technique.*
*As he raises his weapon in preparation to strike I see my opportunity, I hit him in the chest with a fireball, knocking him out of the ring and securing victory.*
"Agh, damn. You got me again."
What is this, win number 30 for me?
"I've only got to beat you 25 times to even that score!"
Some other time friend, come, let's go get drinks from the tavern.
Background: Tarvyn was born on the 29th of Rain's Hand in the year 3E 101 under the sign of the Mage to his parents Tidril and Sadene Vilas. He was born in Sadrith Mora, but his time here would be short lived. His family was poor and decided to move outside the city rather than deal with any of the Telvanni guards who harassed the poorer citizens. His family moved to a small town near the city where they established a library. Tarvyn was an assisstant to his parents for the first twenty years of his life, being illiterate he couldn't not read the books he was surrounded by. He made every effort to learn to become literate, five years later, he was. For the first fifty years of his life he helped his parents run the library, while learning magic when he had time and teaching it to others as a side job. Unfortunately for Tarvyn, his mother and father would vanish one night and never be seen again, the only clues he's ever had were some form of ritualistic circle and a book about the Daedric princes that had writing all over the sections about Hermaeus Mora. Until 4E1 he was the only librarian of his parent's library, though he did not spend all of his 284 years in Morrowind in the library.
During the Oblivion Crisis Tarvyn was lucky enough to avoid the conflict, well, the conflict of the Daedric invasion anyway. One day a fierce looking man entered the library and demanded books on weapons training, when Tarvyn only returned with three books the man threw them back at him and stormed out, muttering something about payback. The ordeal confused Tarvyn greatly and made him wonder why anybody would do such a thing to books.
A year after the Oblivion Crisis the strange man made good on his promise, out of nowhere bandits came and sacked the library. Tarvyn was paralyzed with fear until he saw patrons of the library running around not trying to stop them. He grabbed a large bag and, while trying to fight bandits, grabbed what books he could. Realizing it was hopeless to keep fighting them, Tarvyn escaped and started to wander Morrowind for several years, never settling anywhere and meeting many people along the way.
One day an elderly Dunmer came into the Leyawiin Library, he claimed to know Tarvyn and said he knew where the bandits that destroyed his library were hiding out. Rightfully skeptical, Tarvyn questioned the man until he was confident that the truth was being told. Once he was told the location Tarvyn thanked him and set out for the cave. Once inside he cast an Invisibilty spell on himself and started looking for the bandits. Following the sound of voices he soon found them around a campfire. Filled with an unfamiliar rage, rage that stemmed from the destruction of his library for no reason, he cast a powerful Chain Lightning spell at them, killing all but one instantly, he jumped down and dispelled the invisibility spell. When asked why he did this he simply responded with "You took away what was my life, so I took yours." and killed the bandit. Afterwards he reflected on how they could possibly live as long as he did, upon searching their lair he found that they were servants off Vaermina that were given long lives to find and kill worshippers of Hermaeus Mora. He refuses to speak about it to this day.
During his time in Leyawiin he kept looking for information on the disspearance of his parents. In 4E10 he found something. He read that there was a ritual to summon Hermaeus Mora, he took the time to get the necessary materials and prepared the ritual. Hermaeus Mora decided to show up and entertain Tarvyn's request. When asked what he wanted, Tarvyn replied "A long life, one long enough that if I seeked all the knowledge in the world and learned it all, I would run out of things to do." He was granted an unnaturally long life and as a side effect, his appearace aged at 1/3 the normal rate. He would have a long life so long as he repeated the ritual every few centuries. Nobody knows that he has done this and Tarvyn would prefer it kept that way.
Perhaps almost as much or even more so than the Thalmor, Tarvyn despises the Vigilants of Stendarr. He's witnessed their "curing" of Daedra worshippers several times in his life. He cannot fathom what part of their faith allows them to mercilessly beat those who refuse "help". He's seen this mostly when they are interrogating Dunmer and others who worship beings outside the pantheon.
Slowly the price of the Prince of Knoweldge's gift began to reveal itself. Long periods of isolation had accelerated this curse. The curse was that he slowly began to lose emotional feeling. He found himself unable to express certain emotions like rage at first, but it is slowly expanding, taking away more and more as time goes on. Inwardly Tarvyn is worried about a long, long life as an emotionless shell, but he remains as cheery as he can be on the outside.
In an effort to find a way to reverse the curse, Tarvyn journeyed east to Akavir, hoping that the mysterious continent had the answers he was looking for.
OOC: IGN: Foxtrek_64 Age: 16 Why us?: I love rping, and I am looking to expand my boundaries with different universes Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: maybe Define Role-Playing in your words: Using the personality and viewpoints of your character to interact with a fictional world and its aspects. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge that you have but your character does not by allowing it to change how your character reacts to a situation. Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character unreasonably skilled in an activity.
IC: Name: De'Jargo Nickname: To be decided by other players Age:20 Gender:Male Race: Khajiit Appearance: Medium build. Thick black line going down back. Thin black lines extending out of the back stripe. Light grey fur elsewhere. Face: Light grey with 3 black lines on each cheet, classic tabby-like M on forehead. Black nose, blue eyes. Black stripes on back of ears echoing the point. Personality: Kind, benevolent, protective of friends. Good sense of humor/likes to joke, but knows when jokes are appropriate.
In-game RP Fight example:
A couple of my friends and I are wandering about a small town. We hear horses in the distance, but assume nothing. A minute or so later, they arrive in the town.Very rough-looking men walk in, smashing a few things (baskets, jars), and yelling obscenities.They spot us in the middle of the street, and decide we are good targets for stealing from. "Hand over your coin and we'll let you live!" one of them yells. A small smile cracks on my face, slightly amuzed. Seeing my lack of action, he draws his sword. "I said, Hand..."
"I know what you said," I say, drawing my sword, "I don't take orders from people with no respect." I turn to my friends. "Three of them and three of us. I'll stay here, you two run off to the side streets and wrap around behind them. They nod, and start running.
"Aww, they're running away. Abandoning you in your time of need. That just makes it easier for us!" He starts running and I take up a defensive stance. When he is within range, he swings, our swords connecting in a clash and a spark of light. Our swords locked, I put my foot up and kick him, knocking us apart. This time I swing, locking swords once again. I see behind him my friends have successfully flanked the rest of the bandits and are now fighting them. Taking advantage of the distraction, he is able to make a jab at my shoulder, cutting it slightly. Kicking him again, I swing at his leg, landing a hit, and dropping him to his knees. I swing for his head, but miss because of my shoulder and hit his sword. He gets up, but pauses about halfway to grimace and grab his leg. I swing my sword again,
aiming for his chest, but get blocked. He puts his full weight into his swing, preparing for a death blow. But having a smaller build,
I am able to easily dodge and land a swing on his back, knocking him to the ground. I put my sword tip on the back of his neck.
"Enough?" I ask.
He nods slightly and lets out a small "yeah."
I stand behind him and say "Stand," keeping my sword on his back. "Call off your men," I say as I walk him
towards the town entrance.
"Stop!" he shouts and his men go to a defensive stance, then back up.
"Leave now, and don't return. And don't let me hear of you attacking other towns, because I will not be so nice the second time as to let you live."
I walk him to the town entrance and lock the gates behind him and his men, locking them out.
Background:
I was born to a small family in Riverhold. My father was a hunter before I was born, but had to stop because of an injury. My mother currently works as a high ranking city guard. When I was young, both of my parents would entertain me with stories of strange beasts that came to the city. Some would be ones that father would hunt, some mother would have to arrest and jail, or banish to never be seen again. My older sister was very loving and, when I grew older, would often teach me how to hunt, just as my father had taught her. I enjoyed spending time in the woods with my sister, as we would play as often as we would hunt. She taught me how to use my claws, showing me how they can be used as both weapons and as tools. Then, she showed me how to use a dagger, and how to conceal it in my clothing, while still allowing easy access to it in an emergency. She also taught me how to hide in everything from desert, to water (much to my distaste), to woods. As I grew older, the war became seemingly more intense. It became all we talked about. Sometimes,
soldiers would show up so they could recruit people, and every time, some of our friends would be taken to fight in some faraway place, usually never heard from again.
When I turned 18, promises of freedom and peace in Akavir became more appealing, but I knew I couldn't leave my family behind. I tried to convince them to come with me, but my father's injury and my mother's responsibility as a guard held them back, and my sister had to stay to take care of my father. Trying to find a solution, I went outside to hunt. As I walked through the city center, a couple of soldiers walked up to me for recruiting. They realized they had not seen me before, and accused my family of hiding me. I told them it was a big mistake and I was a traveler, but they didn't believe me. One of my mother's guards came over to see what the problem was, and was punched across the mouth. As a result, it became a fist fight between me and my mother's guards, and the two soldiers. In a
few minutes, the scuffle was over, the soldiers subdued. However, humiliated and seething for revenge, they told me I was wanted for crimes against the Empire, and that I was under arrest. Not taking too kindly to the idea, I grabbed the man's throat and pushed him against the wall. Dropping my dagger down my sleeve and catching it in my hand, I put it against his side under his chestplate. Applying force, I said "If you want, I can do a crime against the empire!"
"No, no..." he cried out, and I let him go, hiding my dagger in my sleeve. I backed away from him, and he stepped away from the wall rubbing his throat and walked over to his partner. Spitting at my feet, he said "Wait 'till I return. You won't be able to stop me then!" He turned around and walked out. Returning to my house, I informed my sister on the situation. We determined that it would be best to travel to Akavir to avoid trouble, and that she would follow when she could. After packing my clothes into a bag and saying goodbye to my friends and family, I set out for the port to catch a ship to Akavir.
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"Capable, generous men don't create victims, they nurture them." -- Julian Assange
Why us?: I love roleplaying, and Akavir's dedication has enticed me to play it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I plan on it, just to show everyone what an amazing concept this server is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is where no one is bound by who they were born as, and are free to create any character they so desire, and feel happy about who they become.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge that would have been impossible to know in a given situation without ooc assistance.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is doing something Ic that any normal person would not be able to do, which allows you to control the situation without giving the opposing player much opportunity to change anything. Examples would be leaping off of a roof without stumbling, turning invisible and stabbing someone in the head, etc.
IC:
Name: Tharohron Rhuiloth
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Race:Bosmer(wood elf)
Appearance:A slightly taller elf(6ft 4in), with a slender figure and a slightly drawn back face from malnutrition. He is paler than most, and has a curved face. He looks scrawny and useless, but is strong enough to pull even the best bow
Personality: Tharohron has always been...well...a smartass, for lack of a better term. But since his near death experience, and a fresh start in Akavir, he usually keeps to himself. He prefers the company of others, but feels uncomfortable in large crowds. Tharohron usually spends his time training alone, and allows his companions to "Do the talking".
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Tharohron jerked his head up as he heard the clatter of pots and pans on the far side of the room. This couldn't be, the cook didn't come in at night! Glancing from side to side, looking for a place to hide. There was none. Tharohron had been aboard the Valinor for about a week now, and had settled into a basic routine. He kept behind the crates during the day, trying to hone his new found arcane abilities, and at dusk he crept into the kitchens for a bit of food. Never much, otherwise the crew would surely notice, but enough to get by. So far he had had no trouble. After all, the cook never worked during the night. "Damn them to Oblivion! If they don't like my cooking, they'll never eat again! Now...where did I put that skeever poison..." Tharohron's eyes widened as he overheard the cooks vengeful rambling. I...I can't let him do this, he'll kill them all! Not to mention, I'll never make it to Akavir! Maybe if I can talk him out of it... He took one deep breath, and slowly rose to his feet. "Agh, a stow-away! You..you must have overheard me! I hate to do this, but you'll be slaughterfish food soon enough!" The cook rushed at him. Before Tharohron had time to shout anything, his instincts took over. He sidestepped the brute and delivered a sharp blow to his abdomen. At the moment the cook lay buckled over on the floor, but he could take a hit, and was already starting to prop himself up. I have to find a weapon! He thought, feeling a bit of Deja-vu as he once again glanced around for the answer to his survival. He spotted a pile of rope-stakes, and darted for them. However, he was too late, and the cook was upon him. The man drew a cleaver from his hilt, and slashed at Tharohron. It was a grazing shot, but hard enough to send him reeling forward. The stakes now within arms reach, Tharohron quickly tried to snatch one as he turned on to his back, facing his demise. "I'll teach you to steal from the-" The ship lurched forward, knocking the cook off balance and throwing him forward. Once again by instinct alone, Tharohron pointed the stake up and turned away. He winced at the force of the cook as he landed upon him, blood gurgling from the sides of his mouth. Well....now I have a body to deal with Tharohron sat up, and began pulling himself out from under the corpse...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Wh....where am I? Tharohron coughed as he struggled to conciousness. A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered furiously, By the Gods, it's freezing! Theres no way i'm still in Dragonbridge! He looked around him, and the second he saw the harbor, Tharohron knew where he was. Dawnstar!?! But..HOW? Lately, Tharohron had had quite a problem in controlling his mead consumption. Ever since he lost his fortune to that damned scale-back in Markarth. Nowadays he traversed the countryside, buying a drink when he could afford it, and taking it anyway when he couldn't. But his name got around quickly, and soon the whole coast knew to watch out for the giant of an elf. It wasn't that he liked to steal...as a matter of fact he hated it. But he had always had a knack when it came to quick fingers, and his alchoholism was in control now, not his morals. Tharohron stood up, stumbling as he did, and set off at a steady pace towards the Inn. From what he could tell it was around 9pm, and it felt like the perfect time for a bottle of Black-Briar Reserve. He was carving his way up the hill on the eastern side of the village, barely able to keep a pace that even a child could out-walk, when he noticed three shadows looming at the top of the slope.
Oh man, not the first time i've been in this situation. Well, here goes nothin' He thought, as the shadows gradually became three hulking nordic men, two of which appeared to be twins. " 'Ello boys, how are you this fine evening" He mumbled, knowing that nomatter what he said or did, he was walking away bloody and without a coin pouch. The larger of the twins sent him spiriling towards the snow with a backhand blow. Well then, straight to the point He cringed, wiping blood from his lips. "Perhaps we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Tharohron, i'm only here to apologize for your mothers recent...inability to walk" He whispered as he struggled to his feet. " You're going to pay for that, you mangy little knife-eared *******!" yelled the man's brother, kicking him powerfully between his ribs. This time Tharohron coughed up blood. Okay, I really would like to see tomorrow, so I should probably just give them what they want. He pulled out his puny coin purse and lightly tossed it to the man on the far left, who did not appear to be related. "There, you have what you want, now may I go? My face is actually an asset, not like the monstrosities you three possess, and I would very much like to keep it intact..." The older twin, eyes like fire, roared "Thats it!!! You're going to die here, you impish welp!!" However, fate was on Tharohron's side, thought it had a dark sense of humor. Just as the man pulled out a dagger, the three-guard night patrol walked around the corner, unsheathing their swords in a flurry of motion as they took in the scene before them. This is great, but what if they recognize me!? I have to get out of here! He seized the opportunity as the guards were grappling with the three attackers, and rolled into the bushes. Tharohron had a relatively high pain-tolerance, and was soon scooting himself along with both hands towards the mines, whre he knew he could hide out for several days. He made it inside, crawled into a darkened corner, and collapsed, unconcious.
What he had hoped to be three days, turned in to a week in a half. He had managed to stay alive physically by eating the bugs and critters foolish enough to scurry into his lap, and mentally by listening to the talk of the miners, which kept him up to date with what was going on in town. This afternoon a ship bound for Akavir, the Valinor, was to stop briefly in the harbor to replinish its supplies. To most, it was a ship. To Tharohron, it was his last chance of survival. His last chance at a new life, untainted by a foul reputation. If he could just sneak aboard, hide in behind the supply crates, he would be safe and Akavir-bound within hours. But, he simply couldn't. He was too cold, and had been in the same position for too long. He mustered up what little energy he could, lifting his hands to rub down his arms and torso, willing himself to be warm, to be able to seize his chance. He just knew that one more day in the mine, and he would be a corpse. Then, it happened. Where his hands touched, he was instantly warmed, and was slowly regaining energy. Wide-eyed, he held his hands before him, staring in awe at the yellow-orange glow that seemed to eminate from them. C..Could it be? Am I a mage!? The harbor bell rang in the distance. Magic be damned, I have to catch that ship! Tharohron leaped to his feet and bolted out of the mine, giving shock to all those who were witness to the soot-covered figure bounding across town towards the Valinor. He leaped on just in time, and managed to squeeze in behind several crates before he was noticed. Feeling a chill from the crates, he stuck his finger behind a loose board. It emerged, a small sliver of cooked Horker meat, specks of ice clinging to the fat, on the tip. Well, at least I won't starve... He smirked, completely unaware of the new life of adventure he faced in Akavir. SKOOMA KILLS
Second Application-Edited my mistakes, hope it's much better.
OOC
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: Katager Landear
Age: -Elf Years are not my thing. Appears 23, human years.
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Katager has long, brown hair. He has green eyes. His clothing is a memory of his father. It has a hood, which he doesn't wear. He likes to let his hair free.
Personality: Katager 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 tried to behead one man, failing to do so, and only grazing his chest. 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 went to stab another 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 tried to bring down his sword, to finish the job, when the one who was still left alive, and up on his feet tackled him off. He then tried to roll away, screaming as the pain in his shoulder burned with ferocity. After standing up, he knew he couldn't finish off the both of them, so he ran. He was exhausted, out of breath, but yet, he managed to keep running, because he knew he needed help.
Background: Ah, you want to learn about Katager? 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 of a small village 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. Katager. 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. But the journey away, was almost too much.
It started simple. Easy. Until one day, while he was walking, he heard a whizzing noise, only to be struck in the shoulder with an arrow. He bellowed in pain, and turned around. A lone archer had been trailing him for hours now. He hid to the side, behind a few trees. The archer passed by, and as Katager tried to tackle him, another arrow came, only not towards Katager. Towards the archer. It struck him in the front of his head. Katager looked forward, and spotted this savior. She was mysterious, in a hood, with a few strands of hair hanging out. She hopped down from the top of a tree, and greeted Katager, with a strange voice. Familiar, but not. She took off her hood, and Katager swore he recognized her. He just couldn't place how. Together, they journeyed. To the same place. They took off to a ship that would take them out of Tamriel, and into Akavir. They came across many villages, in which the citizens were very kind and helpful, giving them supplies, and temporary housing. When they finally neared the boat docks, Katager fell sick. Near death, the mysterious, but familiar woman had to help him. She searched everywhere for a healer with the power to save him. After a while, she found someone. She said she could save him, but for a price. She would have to sacrifice herself, and she may not ever return among the living. It was a risk this woman, Sapphire was her name, was willing to take. Katager soon returned back to his well being, but Sapphire, not so much. Katager never saw her again. He took the boat to Akavir, hoping to leave all his troubles behind. But everyone knows, you can't always escape your past. Will Katager learn this the hard way? Or will venturing into the land of Akavir be a brand new start? That is for him to find out.
OOC: IGN:none Age:14 Why us?:because i have seen youre server and its very cool Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yes Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)it you playing as characters form movies games and more Define Meta-gaming in your words:its only something to define a startegy Define Power-gaming in your words:a style of interacting with games
IC: Name:sergio Nickname: (Optional)vazquez Age:14 Gender:male Race:i was born in dougla arizona next to mexico my mother is mexican and my father is from arizona Appearance:black hair brown eyes and tall Personality:i am very shy In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)i knowed about this server thanks to a youtube friend and someone from xbox who told me this server was great and that i should check it out and i would love to be accepted in it because i have seen to many gameplay of youre rolepley and i just love it and want to be part of it so if you accept ill just try to play every day
IGN: ForkthatwaffleXD
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to play on this server because I have grown quite fond of the Elder Scrolls series and the lore involved with it. As a proud Nord, it would be my honor to travel to the foreign land of Aquiver While I shall miss my homeland of Skyrim, I long for the adventure that awaits me. I hope you acknowledge my request and allow me this opportunity
Have you voted for us at Planet?: Why of Course!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a players ability to make an entirely new identity from scratch. However, one does not simply make a character and become a king. Role playing involves honing skills and working your way to power and wisdom. You may choose whatever path you like. Whether that be race, battle style, ambitions, occupations etc. You can choose to take risks or be safe. The choice is yours. That, my friend, is role playing.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is a players ability to control the outside world through his or her actions. An example slightly relevant to this server is in the game, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, the player is given the choice to join the Imperial Legion or the Stormcloak Rebellion. Depending on the side the player chooses, that is who wins the civil war in Skyrim. This changes things such as leaders of cities/holds, who will attack the player and whatnot. The world depends on what the player chooses to do.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when a player goes straight toward a goal without paying attention to lore or the storyline. In other words, it is the bane of my existence. Power gaming is when the player does not care about the lore. He or she plays the game solely for the purpose of completing the game, which implies that he or she does not get the full experience of the game.
IC: I am a strong, proud Nord that will crush my enemies in an instant. However, I am helpful to my allies, and would do anything to get them through the fight. I have rarely seen the battlefield and not been victorious. The nation is always first. No questions. No mercy.
Name: Torgath the Feared
Nickname: (Optional) Torgath
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: A hardy Nord who's battle scars tell his story. 5'10'', 265 lbs. Bald, medium length goatee-style beard. Eyes that stare straight into a man's soul and never fail incite fear in his enemies. He is feared for a reason.
Personality: A tough merciless warrior who does anything for his allies and nothing for his enemies. He has no remorse. He is loving to those he is close to. His loyalty, unwavering. He will put those he loves first, for his heart knows the truth.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) (The battle is set in the plains of Whiterun after Torgath retrieves his father's will from his childhood home in Rorikstead. He arrives in the town as he sees a familiar face) *Torgath spots his arch-enemy the Dunmer, Astrid Aethis. *Astrid returns the deathly stare. Torgath: It's useless. I have the scroll and your family is dead. Stand down now or face my axe. Astrid: We both know what must happen, Torgath. We settle this now. *Torgath spits in Astrid's direction. Astrid: Is this how you represent your people? Disrespecting your enemies? I thought your kind was more civilized *Astrid sends three firebolts toward Torgath. *Torgath dodges two, yet takes one in the shoulder. His Orcish Armor is strong, but cannot withstand the full force of the blow. His right arm is useless, and can no longer use his favored Ebony Warhammer. *Torgath rushes toward Astrid, who stands about 15 yards away, shield first. Astrid: Well this is peculiar... *Astrid uses a sparks spell on Torgath, yet he is not affected. Astrid: Wha- *Before Astrid could finish her sentence, she is sent flying ten feet back as Torgath bashes her with his shield. Torgath: Thank the divines Leingid is a good enchanter *Astrid rises from the ground *She sees Torgath stand above her with an Ebony War Axe raised above his head. *Torgath grins. *Astrids head rolls on the ground *The plains are quietabout 15 yards away, shield first. Astrid: Well this is peculiar... *Astrid uses a sparks spell on Torgath, yet he is not affected. Astrid: Wha- *Before Astrid could finish her sentence, she is sent flying ten feet back as Torgath bashes her with his shield. Torgath: Thank the divines Leingid is a good enchanter *Astrid rises from the ground *She sees Torgath stand above her with an Ebony War Axe raised above his head. *Torgath grins. *Astrids head rolls on the ground *The plains are quiet.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Aquiver.) Torgath the Feared, who lived with his single father, Jaffrik, was born in the town of Rorikstead. His father was brewer for the town and made a steady living. Jaffrik was very kind toward Torgath, and he was always fair. However, he wanted Torgath to be a true Nord. At the age of 6, Torgath began apprenticeship at his father's brewery. There, he learned of many ingredients for beer, mead, whiskey. Torgath had a friend in Rorikstead by the name of Leingid who was the son of the Court Wizard of Whiterun, and great grandson of Farengar Secret-Fire. Jaffrik shared his brief knowledge of alchemy with the two boys throughout Torgath's apprenticeship. At the age of fifteen, Torgath enlisted in the Whiterun guard where he learned to fight admirably with two handed weapons. At the age of 19, Torgath was promoted to Leingid's housecarl, who was now the Court Wizard of Dragonsreach and a Thane of Whiterun for recognition of his work with Nirnroot and discovering how to grow and cultivate the plant. At the age of 22, Leingid and Torgath go on a journey to Morrowind to study destruction magic with the Dunmer. While in the capital city of Mournhold, a pickpocket steals an amulet given to Leingid by the arch-mage of the College of Winterhold. Seeing how this was a very powerful artifact, Torgath ran after the thief and tackled her. He elbowed her in the head, knocking her out and taking back the amulet. The two immediately went back to Skyrim. Not two months later, on the fifth of Last Seed, there was an ambush on Whiterun by the Thieve's Guld. In an instant, a large mass of innocent looking citizens start to break into shops an kill anyone who opposes them. The flabbergasted guards try to take action, but are soon taken out by assassins one-by-one. Torgath hears the commotion in the city and goes outside to see the turmoil across Whiterun. He quickly runs down and quickly kills all thieves he spots. As goes down the steps he sees a strange person coming out of Warmaiden's. As we all know, Dark Elves are not commonly found in Skyrim. Torgath blocks out all outside noise and heads straight for the Dark Elf. She quickly pulls out a dagger in an attempt to catch Torgath off guard, but he is smarter than the average Nord. Torgath stops in his tracks, pulls out his steel warhammer, and quickly sweeps it under the thieve's feet. Before he can make a second strike, she gets up and flees the city. Torgath knew this was the same Elf that stole the amulet from Leingid in Mournhold. From then on, there have been three other minor encounters between the two. All have ended with The Elf, known as Astrid Aethis, escaping, and both of them close to death. Since then, Torgath has faced the battlefield many times during attempts to attack Whiterun. His efforts have earned him the title of Thane in the city of Whiterun. On the 27th of Frostfall, 4 days before his birthday, Torgath received news of his father's death from the innkeeper in Rorikstead. On his way there, he faced Astrid (fight transcript above). After learning that Astrid was the one who poisoned his father, he was devastated. He wanted his father to proud, for he knew that he was looking down upon Torgath from Sovngarde. So he decided to set out on an adventure to Akavir. This is where his story begins.
IGN: Tharane
Age: 13
Why us?: I saw Akavir and I love all the Elder Scrolls games and RPG's so I immediantly wanted to join!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not Yet, but I will
Define Role-Playing in your words: A game in which you can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you want, as long as it is with the rules of the game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one does something that he/she has no or very little information on.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one character forces a action upon another.
IC: In Character
Name: Tharane Adranian
Nickname: None
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Medium hight, skinny, dirty blonde hair, white curved rune on his left cheek, a slight beard.
Personality: Likes to be with his friends, enjoys a good adventure, serious when he needs to, in all a nice guy to everyone.
In-game RP Fight example: One day Tharane entered a tavern and inside he saw the bartender being harassed by three of men. "You owe us, and we intend to recieve what you owe us in any way possible," one particularly muscular one said. "Even if it's killing you." Tharane immediantly went up and said, "If you so much as put a scratch on that man's head, I will not hesitate to kill you." The leader. for the leader he was, then turned around, chuckled, and threw the bartender across the room and he hit a wall. He then said with a evil grin on his face, "Oops, does that count as a scratch?" Tharane then pulled out his Staff of Bolts and shocked one of the leader's thugs, and killed him. The other then drew a axe and charged Tharane. He parried the man with a short sword for about thirty seconds then finally killed the man with a slash across the chest. The leader then laughed and said, "Ha! You think you can defeat me!? I am at least ten times as powerful as you!" Tharane just looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Oh, I don't think. I know." The leader then pulled a warhammer out and charged Tharane. He dodged the leader's warhammer, then, baraly escaping from getting his head cut off, stabbed the leader in the side with the short sword. With blinding speed the man thrust up Tharane's sword and slashed him in the leg with a dagger, causing him to fall back and loose his weapons. The leader then put a dagger to Tharane's throat and said, "Any last words?" "Goodbye," Tharan said to him as he hit the man in the chest with a burst of flames sending him backwards, and killing him. Tharane was later healed by Lucien, and to this very day he has a scar on his leg where the man stabbed him. Thus did Tharane defeat the bandits, and ensure the bartender that he was protected from all harm.
Background: Tharane was born in Cyrodill, in the Imperial City and has lived there his whole life a a mage. His parents died of a bandit raid when he was very young, and his master, Lucien, found him in the wreckage and took him as his own. Every once and a while someone comes to him, he discovers something, or he overhears things, and he goes to take a look at it. When Tharane was 18, and still apperentacing to Lucien, he found a dark orb at a ruin about one hour from the capital. He showed it to his brother, Zaneron, because he knew about dark magics. When he took it, a black smok erupted from it concealing Zaneron in it. He was possesed by a dark power who then tried to kill Tharane. He fended him off as best as he could, but was no match for the dark power's abilities. Lucien then came, for he had sensed a disturbance, and defeated the dark power, but it managed to escape along with Zaneron's body and soul. Eleven years later he heard about the land Akavir, he decided to go there and embark on a great journey so he could gain knowledge and wisdom, and hopefully find strong magics so next time he faces his brother, or what is left of him, he won't lose again.
Age: 14
Why us? I've always been looking for an Elder Scrolls server and there aren't any others.
Time you can dedicate: 2-6 hours a day.
Define roleplaying in your words: Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC.
Define power-gaming in your words: This is when your character is basically like God. So you always get headshots with one shot or killing five people with one shot.
Name: Eric
Age: 20 year in game
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Eric wears basic hide armour, boots, gauntlets and a helmet. He also has multiple scars and wounds across his body from searching dungeons and the like.
Weapons: Bow
Personality: Eric is generally a Bad guy until you get on the nice side of him. Then he just becomes a huging thirsty monster that even the best warrior in all of Akavir would think twice about huging him.
Background: Eric was born in Solitude, Skyrim into an Imperial family. His father was a cook in the Imperial Legion and his mother was just a merchant. Eric went into training at ten years old, becoming the best archer and hugger in his class for a long time. He was the most popular and feared and loved in his school and at age 15, he trained to become a archer of the Imperial legion, becuase he liked his father. He graduated at age 18 and was involved on multiple elite missions against the Stormcloaks, racking up an already high body count. When he was 20, Skyrim and the rest of Tamriel was plunged into even more war and chaos. The Stormcloaks had become more powerful but dragons and other monsters had been appearing. Most major cities were destroyed or taken over. Only Windhelm and Solitude still stood. Once it got to heavy to handle, Tullius and Elsif the Fair gave the order to retreat to the unexplored continent of Akavir. However, Tullius and the Jarl were caught and executed by the Stormcloaks.
Eric now tries to survive on his own in the unknown land of Akavir, armed only with his Bow.
IGN: xxdarkchicxx
Age: 16
Why us?: You sounded very interesting and your website appealed to my eye.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I plan on it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: When you take part in a role that is not yourself. You act as that role as if you were that person/thing.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Having knowledge of in game characters after hearing it from an outside source from out of the game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Pushing your character to the limits and making him/her over powered.
IC: Fenrar Juryan
Name: Fenrar Juryan
Nickname: Fen
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Rough face with a couple of scars over right eye. Height is 6'2" and body type is slim and slender. He has a small mohawk and the rest of his hair is buzzed.
Personality: Shy and very quiet, but will take accustom to people as he sees fit.
In-game RP Fight example: *takes a deep breath and draws back bow* Target sighted. *fires bow*
Background: Fenrar Juryan was abandoned as a child and had to live by himself. Being self-taught, he learned in the ways of the bow. In his adult years, he learned to fend for himself by ways of thievery. All of the cities he was accepted in kicked him out for stealing.
After countless cities abandoning him, he decided to travel by boat to Akavir. Leaving behind his past, he prepares for the long journey. His bow upon his back, bandages over his scar, he arrives at Akavir.
Skooma kills!
IGN: Connerlog
Age: sixteen
Why us?: The server sounds enjoyable and is unique
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, I plan to though
Define Role-Playing in your words: To take part in a role that you are not and act it out
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Having knowledge of in game content from out of game
Define Power-gaming in your words: Pushing your character to be overpowered
IC: Volreg Grein
Name: Volreg Grein
Nickname: Golren
Age: Twenty six
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: 6ft 11in, 260lbs, Scarred face and arms. Well built. Short tusks, short hair
Personality: Stays to self, doesn't settle down, always traveling, Always seeking knowledge
In-game RP Fight example: Removes axe from belt and brings up ready to strike, Blocks first blow then swings.
Background: Shunned by tribe when he decided to further his study of combat. At the age of sixteen he left the tribe. Wandered Tamriel for three years until he was brought in as an apprentice to a Nord blacksmith. He worked with the blacksmith and trained to one day regain his honor. With the help of the blacksmith, Ingmer Balgrff, he became a well known fighter and partook in tournaments to show his skill and raise the gold to continue his travels. After four years of working with the blacksmith he has left to continue his journey of self knowledge. After two years of travel he has learned much, yet not enough to be pleased with. Many know him as the wandering Hilt he upholds it by fighting in arenas. After another year of travel and selling himself as a gladiator he finds himself in Akavir with nothing to his name and not a cent on him after angering the wrong group of people.
Skooma Kills
IGN:mqzplqap. why us: ive been looking for an rpg server for days and im a massive fan of skyrim and ESO.
have u voted for us on planet minecraft: i plan to soon
define role playing in your words:pretending to be someone who you aren't
define meta gaming in your words:when outgame content gives the player an advantage
define power gaming in your words:working hard on your character to grant them alot of power
IC
name:Igor Bloodtooth
nickname:bloodtooth
age: 43
gender:male
Race:kahjit (cat person)
appearance: deep red eyes eyes, Ebony fur, well developed claws long enough to tear through skin and short enough to wield a blade.7 ft 210lbs
personality: very shifty, curious,cunning,hard to anger and selfish.
background: Igor was living a rough live in the streets of solitude to earn money he would be taking assassination contracts on one perticular assassination he was not prepared he was caught. put in prison immediatley he was sent straight to Akavir where he was held for 2 years until mercs decided to pay his debt and free him this is where his adventure began....
Igor in a fight: the guard ran for the door igor quickly reacted and created a dark ward over the handle, the guard panicked and picked up his sword and threw it at igors head igor caught it in mid air with his hand blood trickled from his hand. igor pinned the guard to the wall and put his middle claw on the guards throat and slit it.
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, for example, RP-ing actions that are said and done, such as stabbing sone and killing them, without allowing the stabee to attempt to dodge or counter or whatnot. It is also doing the impossible without having the necessary equipment/skills/etc.
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, attempting breaking the neck of the bandit. The neck turns with a sharp crack. 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 tries to quickly stab the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. However, he move is parried and the leader rolls to the right. Kilkanist attempts to chop the head off of the last, basic bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. The head flies to the wall, cracking.
"Any last words, ye dastardly swordsman??" the bandit leader exclaims, enchanting his dagger with fire. Delvin sidesteps around the leader quickly, and Kilkanist steps in front of the leader, Yhugtistalk swinging like a pendulum. The leader spins rapidly, fire enveloping him. Delvin blocks any incoming fire, and attempts to slice at the leader, Kilkanist doing the same. The move appears successful, the leader bleeding and falling to the ground... dead. Kilkanist goes through the bodies of the three bandits, removing and gold, potions, and food for them. Delvin wipes his blade clean and walks out of the alleyway, the orc following 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, who was an adventurer for his whole life, 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, named Jhilkan (pronounced yill-can), 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 the continent 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.)
P.S.: His father will be dead once found, so... no one will be playing his father.
IGN:TheDarkness725
Age:13
Why us?:Well the main reason was because i love roleplaying but could not find any good rp servers, The truth is i found this one and would like to check it out.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No i don't really like planet minecraft, for personal reasons...
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is when you create a character and act out their story (simplified)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting like you know another character with out actually meeting them roleplay wise.
Define Power-gaming in your words: In my words i describe it as... Doing inhuman things such as Instantly killing someone by stabbing them in the toe.
IC:
Name: Dane Foshie
Nickname:Dane (Optional)
Age:36
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:Tall, tan skin, short brown hair, brown eyes.
Personality: Is kind to all, but likes to be on his own and doesn't talk much.
In-game RP Fight example: Dane grasps his chest after taking a slice from that odd mans knife, he almost screaches and lunges at the man, "why are you doing this?" yells dane, mid lunge. The man smirks and stabs at Dane. Dane jumps left and sticks his leg out tripping the man. The man hits the ground with a grunt, and Dane jumps on him plunging his steel knife deep into the mans neck. (Include dialog)
Background:Oh great i'm terrible at back stories... here goes. (Ill post this part in around 5 mins just got a little lazy ;P) (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
There is no point reading this.......
Go away.......
IGN:GeneticZombie33
Age:19
Why us?: Cause most of the roleplay servers are hard to go with but skyrim yeahhh.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet but I will you will see
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplay is like 2 people acting like 2 diffrent people like Xalo and Xyo
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Simply put, it is the set of strategies that have been tried and found effective by the general community at large in how to win in the game you are playing, whether it is Starcraft 2, Starcraft, League of Legends, DoTA.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Its a style of game like roleplay,boardgames
IC:
Name:Xyo Cyan
Nickname: Xalo
Age:17
Gender:male
Race:Nord
Appearance:Has Scars on his back and red eyes and black hair.
Personality:Good with bow,sword mostly sword,Mining,Shy
In-game RP Fight example: *Hides in tree* *shoots leg with bow* jumps down land on his arms and grabs and holds in air and throws him down on my knee *Back broken*
Background: Xyo was a healthly kid and lived in WhiteRun his dad ZYO and his big brother Triston was adventuring for their life! One day his dad and his brother came back and was the best defending whiterun Xyo dad went on a long trip to Akavir. After his dad left war begun and it was hard to defend without my dad. And lived a hard life without our dad ZYO.
Its been 9 years that he hasnt came back and i was young. We were hiding while my brother Triston trained me.
Triston Helped me with archery and swords but i was treated like a slave while training cause it was hard.
My Agility has gone up better than i was young cause i liked climbing trees along my house.
During the war my brother Triston died and most of us were sad and wanted revenge.
I went out to go find my dad in Akavir so he can help us defend from the war raging hard outside our walls.
SKOOMA KILLS!!!!!
P.S When Xyo's Dad has been found DEAD by SKOOMA So no one will be playing as my dad
Age: 16
Why us?: I have been playing Skyrim for a very long time and love the game with a passion.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: People coming together to enjoy something in such a way that you would pursue to act it out
Define Meta-gaming in your words: A strategy game, and/also an action game for say.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to strive or achieve a goal in which you have the mindset to accomplish
Name:Hero
Nickname: Dead
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance:Longer black hair with a scar over the left eye that was put their through a perilous fight that took place while young around the height of 6' 6"
Personality: Like to obtain leadership, loyal, respectable, doesn't like to bother other people with matter that is none of my concern.
In-game RP Fight example:Hero looked down at the opponent, lying there in the dirt. Wondering to himself why he ever called the foe his brother, since his brother Zaro's birth, they were never the same and had completely different outlooks on almost every topic. Within the past few months Hero has been trying to track down his brother, the leader of the Indignant, which is a rebel group that fights against the current leadership of the king. The Indignant's plans were to embed spies into the cities and have assassins eliminate the kings by back-stabbing them after they have gained the peoples trust.
"Th...Thi...This cant be coming true," murmured Zaro who is now awakening from the blow that he took. "My plan was perfect, nothing could have possible stopped me," he said.
"Well it looks like there were a few...minor flaws in that idea," said Hero.
"You have successfully captured me after 3 months of my group terrorizing the cities and slaughtering the people," said Zaro.
"Yes, and now it is down to just me and you, and I request an old-fashioned dueling stake to wager your freedom if you win, to your death and me claiming the cities again for The Capitol," said Hero."As you wish, and if you do in fact win, Id just liked to let you know that I will always love you, even though we parted our ways many years ago," Zaro replied.
The two of them continued to draw their swords and engage into combat, with there only able to be one victor, and that victor would continue to be the Emperor of The Capital.
Background:Hero was born into the olden days of Skyrim, before the Empire existed and long before The Great War took place. His mother raised him and his brother Zaro by herself as a single mother because their father, Tyranius fought for their city in The Battle of Grayriver, the town in which they live, and gave his life to protect his people.Ever since a young age Hero has always taken a liking towards the good arts, nothing interested him about being big and bad. His brother on the other hand, Zaro, was a power-hungry monster who later in life organized a crime group to take over The Capital and announce himself as Emperor.
Since those olden days Hero goes on adventures by himself into Akavir (current Skyrim) and has found himself once again on the righteous side by joining the Imperials, despite them being run by the elves. He never was really for rebelling against what side was their first. Ever since he joined Akavir Hero has joined The Companions in Whiterun, where he currently lives, and helps keep the Imperial cities intact by fighting against the Stormcloak rebels.
Deaducated
IGN: InvdrZim13
Age: 18
Why us?: Was looking for a server to RP on. This one lines up with my interests
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not quite yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Assuming a role that is different from your everyday one. Pretending to be something or someone else.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: doing something that is overpowered/unfair. IE: *I walk into the room of enemies and kill them all in under a second.*
IC:
Name: Tarvyn Vilas
Age: 536
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Dark skin (obviously), red eyes, longer hair with a beard. Mage robes and boots.
Personality: Reserved, quiet, inquisitive
In-game RP Fight example: *I roll out of the way of the incoming axeblow. Feeling it cut through the air where I was just standing.*
*I counter with a lightning spell, hitting his arm and causing him to drop his weapon.*
"I see you've gotten better since last time we fought."
Of course, training is essential to victory. As is being smarter than your opponent.
*We resume our fight, trading hits and missing occasionally.*
*The metals of his armor clang as my opponent moves about the ring. His wild swings are no match for my refined technique.*
*As he raises his weapon in preparation to strike I see my opportunity, I hit him in the chest with a fireball, knocking him out of the ring and securing victory.*
"Agh, damn. You got me again."
What is this, win number 30 for me?
"I've only got to beat you 25 times to even that score!"
Some other time friend, come, let's go get drinks from the tavern.
Background: Tarvyn was born on the 29th of Rain's Hand in the year 3E 101 under the sign of the Mage to his parents Tidril and Sadene Vilas. He was born in Sadrith Mora, but his time here would be short lived. His family was poor and decided to move outside the city rather than deal with any of the Telvanni guards who harassed the poorer citizens. His family moved to a small town near the city where they established a library. Tarvyn was an assisstant to his parents for the first twenty years of his life, being illiterate he couldn't not read the books he was surrounded by. He made every effort to learn to become literate, five years later, he was. For the first fifty years of his life he helped his parents run the library, while learning magic when he had time and teaching it to others as a side job. Unfortunately for Tarvyn, his mother and father would vanish one night and never be seen again, the only clues he's ever had were some form of ritualistic circle and a book about the Daedric princes that had writing all over the sections about Hermaeus Mora. Until 4E1 he was the only librarian of his parent's library, though he did not spend all of his 284 years in Morrowind in the library.
During the Oblivion Crisis Tarvyn was lucky enough to avoid the conflict, well, the conflict of the Daedric invasion anyway. One day a fierce looking man entered the library and demanded books on weapons training, when Tarvyn only returned with three books the man threw them back at him and stormed out, muttering something about payback. The ordeal confused Tarvyn greatly and made him wonder why anybody would do such a thing to books.
A year after the Oblivion Crisis the strange man made good on his promise, out of nowhere bandits came and sacked the library. Tarvyn was paralyzed with fear until he saw patrons of the library running around not trying to stop them. He grabbed a large bag and, while trying to fight bandits, grabbed what books he could. Realizing it was hopeless to keep fighting them, Tarvyn escaped and started to wander Morrowind for several years, never settling anywhere and meeting many people along the way.
One day an elderly Dunmer came into the Leyawiin Library, he claimed to know Tarvyn and said he knew where the bandits that destroyed his library were hiding out. Rightfully skeptical, Tarvyn questioned the man until he was confident that the truth was being told. Once he was told the location Tarvyn thanked him and set out for the cave. Once inside he cast an Invisibilty spell on himself and started looking for the bandits. Following the sound of voices he soon found them around a campfire. Filled with an unfamiliar rage, rage that stemmed from the destruction of his library for no reason, he cast a powerful Chain Lightning spell at them, killing all but one instantly, he jumped down and dispelled the invisibility spell. When asked why he did this he simply responded with "You took away what was my life, so I took yours." and killed the bandit. Afterwards he reflected on how they could possibly live as long as he did, upon searching their lair he found that they were servants off Vaermina that were given long lives to find and kill worshippers of Hermaeus Mora. He refuses to speak about it to this day.
During his time in Leyawiin he kept looking for information on the disspearance of his parents. In 4E10 he found something. He read that there was a ritual to summon Hermaeus Mora, he took the time to get the necessary materials and prepared the ritual. Hermaeus Mora decided to show up and entertain Tarvyn's request. When asked what he wanted, Tarvyn replied "A long life, one long enough that if I seeked all the knowledge in the world and learned it all, I would run out of things to do." He was granted an unnaturally long life and as a side effect, his appearace aged at 1/3 the normal rate. He would have a long life so long as he repeated the ritual every few centuries. Nobody knows that he has done this and Tarvyn would prefer it kept that way.
Perhaps almost as much or even more so than the Thalmor, Tarvyn despises the Vigilants of Stendarr. He's witnessed their "curing" of Daedra worshippers several times in his life. He cannot fathom what part of their faith allows them to mercilessly beat those who refuse "help". He's seen this mostly when they are interrogating Dunmer and others who worship beings outside the pantheon.
Slowly the price of the Prince of Knoweldge's gift began to reveal itself. Long periods of isolation had accelerated this curse. The curse was that he slowly began to lose emotional feeling. He found himself unable to express certain emotions like rage at first, but it is slowly expanding, taking away more and more as time goes on. Inwardly Tarvyn is worried about a long, long life as an emotionless shell, but he remains as cheery as he can be on the outside.
In an effort to find a way to reverse the curse, Tarvyn journeyed east to Akavir, hoping that the mysterious continent had the answers he was looking for.
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IGN: Foxtrek_64
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping, and I am looking to expand my boundaries with different universes
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: maybe
Define Role-Playing in your words: Using the personality and viewpoints of your character to interact with a fictional world and its aspects.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge that you have but your character does not by allowing it to change how your character reacts to a situation.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character unreasonably skilled in an activity.
IC:
Name: De'Jargo
Nickname: To be decided by other players
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Medium build. Thick black line going down back. Thin black lines extending out of the back stripe. Light grey fur elsewhere.
Face: Light grey with 3 black lines on each cheet, classic tabby-like M on forehead. Black nose, blue eyes. Black stripes on back of ears echoing the point.
Personality: Kind, benevolent, protective of friends. Good sense of humor/likes to joke, but knows when jokes are appropriate.
In-game RP Fight example:
A couple of my friends and I are wandering about a small town. We hear horses in the distance, but assume nothing. A minute or so later, they arrive in the town.Very rough-looking men walk in, smashing a few things (baskets, jars), and yelling obscenities.They spot us in the middle of the street, and decide we are good targets for stealing from. "Hand over your coin and we'll let you live!" one of them yells. A small smile cracks on my face, slightly amuzed. Seeing my lack of action, he draws his sword. "I said, Hand..."
"I know what you said," I say, drawing my sword, "I don't take orders from people with no respect." I turn to my friends. "Three of them and three of us. I'll stay here, you two run off to the side streets and wrap around behind them. They nod, and start running.
"Aww, they're running away. Abandoning you in your time of need. That just makes it easier for us!" He starts running and I take up a defensive stance. When he is within range, he swings, our swords connecting in a clash and a spark of light. Our swords locked, I put my foot up and kick him, knocking us apart. This time I swing, locking swords once again. I see behind him my friends have successfully flanked the rest of the bandits and are now fighting them. Taking advantage of the distraction, he is able to make a jab at my shoulder, cutting it slightly. Kicking him again, I swing at his leg, landing a hit, and dropping him to his knees. I swing for his head, but miss because of my shoulder and hit his sword. He gets up, but pauses about halfway to grimace and grab his leg. I swing my sword again,
aiming for his chest, but get blocked. He puts his full weight into his swing, preparing for a death blow. But having a smaller build,
I am able to easily dodge and land a swing on his back, knocking him to the ground. I put my sword tip on the back of his neck.
"Enough?" I ask.
He nods slightly and lets out a small "yeah."
I stand behind him and say "Stand," keeping my sword on his back. "Call off your men," I say as I walk him
towards the town entrance.
"Stop!" he shouts and his men go to a defensive stance, then back up.
"Leave now, and don't return. And don't let me hear of you attacking other towns, because I will not be so nice the second time as to let you live."
I walk him to the town entrance and lock the gates behind him and his men, locking them out.
Background:
I was born to a small family in Riverhold. My father was a hunter before I was born, but had to stop because of an injury. My mother currently works as a high ranking city guard. When I was young, both of my parents would entertain me with stories of strange beasts that came to the city. Some would be ones that father would hunt, some mother would have to arrest and jail, or banish to never be seen again. My older sister was very loving and, when I grew older, would often teach me how to hunt, just as my father had taught her. I enjoyed spending time in the woods with my sister, as we would play as often as we would hunt. She taught me how to use my claws, showing me how they can be used as both weapons and as tools. Then, she showed me how to use a dagger, and how to conceal it in my clothing, while still allowing easy access to it in an emergency. She also taught me how to hide in everything from desert, to water (much to my distaste), to woods. As I grew older, the war became seemingly more intense. It became all we talked about. Sometimes,
soldiers would show up so they could recruit people, and every time, some of our friends would be taken to fight in some faraway place, usually never heard from again.
When I turned 18, promises of freedom and peace in Akavir became more appealing, but I knew I couldn't leave my family behind. I tried to convince them to come with me, but my father's injury and my mother's responsibility as a guard held them back, and my sister had to stay to take care of my father. Trying to find a solution, I went outside to hunt. As I walked through the city center, a couple of soldiers walked up to me for recruiting. They realized they had not seen me before, and accused my family of hiding me. I told them it was a big mistake and I was a traveler, but they didn't believe me. One of my mother's guards came over to see what the problem was, and was punched across the mouth. As a result, it became a fist fight between me and my mother's guards, and the two soldiers. In a
few minutes, the scuffle was over, the soldiers subdued. However, humiliated and seething for revenge, they told me I was wanted for crimes against the Empire, and that I was under arrest. Not taking too kindly to the idea, I grabbed the man's throat and pushed him against the wall. Dropping my dagger down my sleeve and catching it in my hand, I put it against his side under his chestplate. Applying force, I said "If you want, I can do a crime against the empire!"
"No, no..." he cried out, and I let him go, hiding my dagger in my sleeve. I backed away from him, and he stepped away from the wall rubbing his throat and walked over to his partner. Spitting at my feet, he said "Wait 'till I return. You won't be able to stop me then!" He turned around and walked out. Returning to my house, I informed my sister on the situation. We determined that it would be best to travel to Akavir to avoid trouble, and that she would follow when she could. After packing my clothes into a bag and saying goodbye to my friends and family, I set out for the port to catch a ship to Akavir.
"Capable, generous men don't create victims, they nurture them." -- Julian Assange
IGN:frosty999
Age:17
Why us?: I love roleplaying, and Akavir's dedication has enticed me to play it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I plan on it, just to show everyone what an amazing concept this server is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is where no one is bound by who they were born as, and are free to create any character they so desire, and feel happy about who they become.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge that would have been impossible to know in a given situation without ooc assistance.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is doing something Ic that any normal person would not be able to do, which allows you to control the situation without giving the opposing player much opportunity to change anything. Examples would be leaping off of a roof without stumbling, turning invisible and stabbing someone in the head, etc.
IC:
Name: Tharohron Rhuiloth
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Race:Bosmer(wood elf)
Appearance:A slightly taller elf(6ft 4in), with a slender figure and a slightly drawn back face from malnutrition. He is paler than most, and has a curved face. He looks scrawny and useless, but is strong enough to pull even the best bow
Personality: Tharohron has always been...well...a smartass, for lack of a better term. But since his near death experience, and a fresh start in Akavir, he usually keeps to himself. He prefers the company of others, but feels uncomfortable in large crowds. Tharohron usually spends his time training alone, and allows his companions to "Do the talking".
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Tharohron jerked his head up as he heard the clatter of pots and pans on the far side of the room. This couldn't be, the cook didn't come in at night! Glancing from side to side, looking for a place to hide. There was none. Tharohron had been aboard the Valinor for about a week now, and had settled into a basic routine. He kept behind the crates during the day, trying to hone his new found arcane abilities, and at dusk he crept into the kitchens for a bit of food. Never much, otherwise the crew would surely notice, but enough to get by. So far he had had no trouble. After all, the cook never worked during the night. "Damn them to Oblivion! If they don't like my cooking, they'll never eat again! Now...where did I put that skeever poison..." Tharohron's eyes widened as he overheard the cooks vengeful rambling. I...I can't let him do this, he'll kill them all! Not to mention, I'll never make it to Akavir! Maybe if I can talk him out of it... He took one deep breath, and slowly rose to his feet. "Agh, a stow-away! You..you must have overheard me! I hate to do this, but you'll be slaughterfish food soon enough!" The cook rushed at him. Before Tharohron had time to shout anything, his instincts took over. He sidestepped the brute and delivered a sharp blow to his abdomen. At the moment the cook lay buckled over on the floor, but he could take a hit, and was already starting to prop himself up. I have to find a weapon! He thought, feeling a bit of Deja-vu as he once again glanced around for the answer to his survival. He spotted a pile of rope-stakes, and darted for them. However, he was too late, and the cook was upon him. The man drew a cleaver from his hilt, and slashed at Tharohron. It was a grazing shot, but hard enough to send him reeling forward. The stakes now within arms reach, Tharohron quickly tried to snatch one as he turned on to his back, facing his demise. "I'll teach you to steal from the-" The ship lurched forward, knocking the cook off balance and throwing him forward. Once again by instinct alone, Tharohron pointed the stake up and turned away. He winced at the force of the cook as he landed upon him, blood gurgling from the sides of his mouth. Well....now I have a body to deal with Tharohron sat up, and began pulling himself out from under the corpse...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Wh....where am I? Tharohron coughed as he struggled to conciousness. A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered furiously, By the Gods, it's freezing! Theres no way i'm still in Dragonbridge! He looked around him, and the second he saw the harbor, Tharohron knew where he was. Dawnstar!?! But..HOW? Lately, Tharohron had had quite a problem in controlling his mead consumption. Ever since he lost his fortune to that damned scale-back in Markarth. Nowadays he traversed the countryside, buying a drink when he could afford it, and taking it anyway when he couldn't. But his name got around quickly, and soon the whole coast knew to watch out for the giant of an elf. It wasn't that he liked to steal...as a matter of fact he hated it. But he had always had a knack when it came to quick fingers, and his alchoholism was in control now, not his morals. Tharohron stood up, stumbling as he did, and set off at a steady pace towards the Inn. From what he could tell it was around 9pm, and it felt like the perfect time for a bottle of Black-Briar Reserve. He was carving his way up the hill on the eastern side of the village, barely able to keep a pace that even a child could out-walk, when he noticed three shadows looming at the top of the slope.
Oh man, not the first time i've been in this situation. Well, here goes nothin' He thought, as the shadows gradually became three hulking nordic men, two of which appeared to be twins. " 'Ello boys, how are you this fine evening" He mumbled, knowing that nomatter what he said or did, he was walking away bloody and without a coin pouch. The larger of the twins sent him spiriling towards the snow with a backhand blow. Well then, straight to the point He cringed, wiping blood from his lips. "Perhaps we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Tharohron, i'm only here to apologize for your mothers recent...inability to walk" He whispered as he struggled to his feet. " You're going to pay for that, you mangy little knife-eared *******!" yelled the man's brother, kicking him powerfully between his ribs. This time Tharohron coughed up blood. Okay, I really would like to see tomorrow, so I should probably just give them what they want. He pulled out his puny coin purse and lightly tossed it to the man on the far left, who did not appear to be related. "There, you have what you want, now may I go? My face is actually an asset, not like the monstrosities you three possess, and I would very much like to keep it intact..." The older twin, eyes like fire, roared "Thats it!!! You're going to die here, you impish welp!!" However, fate was on Tharohron's side, thought it had a dark sense of humor. Just as the man pulled out a dagger, the three-guard night patrol walked around the corner, unsheathing their swords in a flurry of motion as they took in the scene before them. This is great, but what if they recognize me!? I have to get out of here! He seized the opportunity as the guards were grappling with the three attackers, and rolled into the bushes. Tharohron had a relatively high pain-tolerance, and was soon scooting himself along with both hands towards the mines, whre he knew he could hide out for several days. He made it inside, crawled into a darkened corner, and collapsed, unconcious.
What he had hoped to be three days, turned in to a week in a half. He had managed to stay alive physically by eating the bugs and critters foolish enough to scurry into his lap, and mentally by listening to the talk of the miners, which kept him up to date with what was going on in town. This afternoon a ship bound for Akavir, the Valinor, was to stop briefly in the harbor to replinish its supplies. To most, it was a ship. To Tharohron, it was his last chance of survival. His last chance at a new life, untainted by a foul reputation. If he could just sneak aboard, hide in behind the supply crates, he would be safe and Akavir-bound within hours. But, he simply couldn't. He was too cold, and had been in the same position for too long. He mustered up what little energy he could, lifting his hands to rub down his arms and torso, willing himself to be warm, to be able to seize his chance. He just knew that one more day in the mine, and he would be a corpse. Then, it happened. Where his hands touched, he was instantly warmed, and was slowly regaining energy. Wide-eyed, he held his hands before him, staring in awe at the yellow-orange glow that seemed to eminate from them. C..Could it be? Am I a mage!? The harbor bell rang in the distance. Magic be damned, I have to catch that ship! Tharohron leaped to his feet and bolted out of the mine, giving shock to all those who were witness to the soot-covered figure bounding across town towards the Valinor. He leaped on just in time, and managed to squeeze in behind several crates before he was noticed. Feeling a chill from the crates, he stuck his finger behind a loose board. It emerged, a small sliver of cooked Horker meat, specks of ice clinging to the fat, on the tip. Well, at least I won't starve... He smirked, completely unaware of the new life of adventure he faced in Akavir. SKOOMA KILLS
OOC
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: Katager Landear
Age: -Elf Years are not my thing. Appears 23, human years.
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Katager has long, brown hair. He has green eyes. His clothing is a memory of his father. It has a hood, which he doesn't wear. He likes to let his hair free.
Personality: Katager 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 tried to behead one man, failing to do so, and only grazing his chest. 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 went to stab another 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 tried to bring down his sword, to finish the job, when the one who was still left alive, and up on his feet tackled him off. He then tried to roll away, screaming as the pain in his shoulder burned with ferocity. After standing up, he knew he couldn't finish off the both of them, so he ran. He was exhausted, out of breath, but yet, he managed to keep running, because he knew he needed help.
Background: Ah, you want to learn about Katager? 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 of a small village 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. Katager. 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. But the journey away, was almost too much.
It started simple. Easy. Until one day, while he was walking, he heard a whizzing noise, only to be struck in the shoulder with an arrow. He bellowed in pain, and turned around. A lone archer had been trailing him for hours now. He hid to the side, behind a few trees. The archer passed by, and as Katager tried to tackle him, another arrow came, only not towards Katager. Towards the archer. It struck him in the front of his head. Katager looked forward, and spotted this savior. She was mysterious, in a hood, with a few strands of hair hanging out. She hopped down from the top of a tree, and greeted Katager, with a strange voice. Familiar, but not. She took off her hood, and Katager swore he recognized her. He just couldn't place how. Together, they journeyed. To the same place. They took off to a ship that would take them out of Tamriel, and into Akavir. They came across many villages, in which the citizens were very kind and helpful, giving them supplies, and temporary housing. When they finally neared the boat docks, Katager fell sick. Near death, the mysterious, but familiar woman had to help him. She searched everywhere for a healer with the power to save him. After a while, she found someone. She said she could save him, but for a price. She would have to sacrifice herself, and she may not ever return among the living. It was a risk this woman, Sapphire was her name, was willing to take. Katager soon returned back to his well being, but Sapphire, not so much. Katager never saw her again. He took the boat to Akavir, hoping to leave all his troubles behind. But everyone knows, you can't always escape your past. Will Katager learn this the hard way? Or will venturing into the land of Akavir be a brand new start? That is for him to find out.
SKOOMA KILLS!
IGN:none
Age:14
Why us?:because i have seen youre server and its very cool
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)it you playing as characters form movies games and more
Define Meta-gaming in your words:its only something to define a startegy
Define Power-gaming in your words:a style of interacting with games
IC:
Name:sergio
Nickname: (Optional)vazquez
Age:14
Gender:male
Race:i was born in dougla arizona next to mexico my mother is mexican and my father is from arizona
Appearance:black hair brown eyes and tall
Personality:i am very shy
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)i knowed about this server thanks to a youtube friend and someone from xbox who told me this server was great and that i should check it out and i would love to be accepted in it because i have seen to many gameplay of youre rolepley and i just love it and want to be part of it so if you accept ill just try to play every day