**Out of Character**
IGN: ShaneCope
Age: 22
How did you find us? Google search for RP servers
What Roleplay experience do you have? Various Roleplay servers on MC over the years and on other games
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC reasons/knowledge to change your IC actions. Instead of doing what your character would do, you run off and do something because OOC you know it is better. Example, you know that JoeSmith used to play your enemy, so this new guy he is playing must be bad as well so you react to him ICly as if he was the reincarnation of your enemy.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to win and not for fun, going for over-strong combos, etc. Instead of being a soldier or mage or whatever, you decide to use the best magic with the best weapons and best armor so you can win with no thought towards your char RP and what class you are basing yourself on.
Define God-Modding in your words: Controlling things around you without consent. When meeting someone new and trying to avoid a fight you say they are intimidated by you and back off. Also, saying that your attacks always hit. *Swings sword at enemy and kills them* instead of *Swings sword towards enemy's head in an attempt to kill them*
**In Character**
Name: Bauren Augrems
Nickname: (Optional)None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Bauren is a man that does not seem to stand out much among other Nords. A native to Skyrim, he is built for mountains and cold. His body is thick with both muscle and fat, and his long blonde hair seems wild yet insulating. He wears garb made from goat skins and bear pelts, topping off the image of a typical Nord man from a small village. His hands always seem dirty, as if he spends his days working with them. A pair of thick boots on Bauren's feet seem as old as the Nord himself. They are patched, worn, yet still appear sturdy beneath his feet.
Personality: The Augrem family has roots in Skyrim so old that they cannot trace their origins anymore. The proud family of Nords had a tradition of standing up to defend their land. Stormcloak soldiers, City Guards, and various other roles are the tradition and upbringings that led to Bauren's birth. It was only natural that this Nord would be proud, strong, and stubborn. When he finds a place he can call home, he will defend it to his last breath. His stubbornness ranges from not giving up on a rope knot to not retreating a hopeless cause. Bauren is a warrior through and through. He not only feels a duty to his family to be an honorable soldier, but he feels he owes it to Skyrim to represent the Nords well wherever he may travel. Times of peace are not painful to Bauren, as one might assume, but instead allow him to hone his skills and build a life for himself. He accepts friends easily and is willing to work with people who were once an enemy. Someday he hopes to find himself honored among his kin in Sovngard, where he knows he will go after dying in battle.
In-game RP example:
*Leaving the Bannered Mare in Whiterun*
"...I can't believe she turned me down, again..." Goluf Battle-Born said as the two exit the Inn.
"To be fair, you've been after her for years with no success. When will you learn that your grandparents feud won't allow you to be with her? You're bound to cause another war, friend. Not one I want to see among friends here in Whiterun." Bauren replied.
"What's the worst that could happen? I thought that was all behind them."
"Maybe.. but you have drawing the wrong attention from her uncles lately.. hey what's that?" Bauren almost couldn't finish his question before two men in covering hoods and armor jump out in front of them, wielding bows with dangerous looking arrows. Not a word is spoken before they put both arrows into Goluf's chest.
"Goluf!" Bauren pulls out his axe to charge the assassins. The two men flee between houses in an attempt to escape.
Bauren catches up, swinging his axe towards the slower one, just clipping his back foot, tripping the assassin.
"You will pay for what you did to Goluf!"
Bauren swings his axe down on the disabled man, a yell of rage accompanying it.
The assassin is unable to squirm away and gets the full blunt of the blow, dying instantly.
Looking up now, Bauren sees no clues as to where the other went, but he knows where he came from.
"This feud.. they killed my best friend for it. I will be next if I don't find my way out of here. I've seen too much." Bauren says to himself as he quickly makes his way home in the dark.
Opening the door to his house, Bauren steps in to see his father is still awake at this hour.
"Father, good you're awake." he says to the older man seated by the fire.
"I want to take that offer you showed me the other day. I'm taking the guard job on the next ship out to Akavir. High risk, high pay. But I need to get out of town, and soon."
"My son, you will make me proud, speak to your uncle in Winterhold, he is still hiring men to go. Talos guide you, Bauren."
Background:
As a young child, Bauren was mesmerized by the stories of his Nord ancestors fighting in epic wars and helping to end the dragon menaces. He dreamed of going on his own adventure of peril, fighting a new battle, perhaps even in a far off land, to gain honor for his family and return home overflowing with treasures.
Things changed, however, when his family moved out of Winterhold and into Whiterun. Whiterun was a paradise for Nords. His life became easy, and selling goods at the local market opened his world up to those from all over Tamriel. He was content to make gold that way, selling mostly firewood and tools he crafted. He was not a weapons giant like a couple smiths in town had become, nor did he make armor. Simple tools, simple man.
This Nord would carve names, phrases and images into his work for customers and for personal pleasure. He made enough to survive and help his family. A popular saying he sold on many axe handles was "Skooma kills!", the younger ones loved the fun saying and made helping with chores seem more fun.
He tried to keep up with his combat training, specializing in axes. Each day while he would cut wood or do other chores, he would take a moment to practice good combat form with his axe, always tied to his back. His form was not perfect, but he knew how to defend himself. The warrior spirit was not there to push him beyond this simple training.
This comfortable life is what killed the warrior in Bauren, at least for a time. One day when he and his best friend, a member of the Battle-Born family, were out in town, his friend was murdered for getting too close to a girl from a feuding family. This sparked both anger and fear in him. He chose to flee from Skyrim and join a crew heading for Akavir. He would chase his childhood dreams of becoming an honorable soldier, and make money doing so. He swore to return one day and truly avenge his friend Goluf, to make him smile in Svongard before he joined him there himself. The warrior spirit had returned to Bauren.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/14/2012
Posts:
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Member Details
**Out of Character**
IGN: Darksniper339
Age: 10
How did you find us? My Brother wanted to join and I thought this server looked cool so I went on the website and found information for my app.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've had no roleplay experience but everyone needs a first time.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you know something without asking or collecting the information about it and your not suppost to do that in Roleplay. Meta-gaming example, if I go up to someone and say their name without asking what their name is i'm Meta-gaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you're not being fair or not giving someone a chance. Example if I went up to someone and just slit their throat without giving them a chance to fight back i'm power-gaming.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-modding is when you're extremely over powered, have no boundries and are pretty much invincible and makes in game experience very unfair.
**In Character**
Name: Dar'Vaad
Nickname: Dark (Dar meaning thief and clever, K meaning murderer in Khajiit naming).
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: dark, hard to see in shadows, small about 5:8, skinny, no hair besides his fur, which is black and white, scar under his left eye, light spot of fur on his right shoulder (his birth mark), blue eyes, wears his own grey, black and blue enchanted stealth robes, dark grey whiskers, doesn't change his appearance unless a certain heist requires him to.
Personality: stays back, isn't loud, doesn't but in unless he's interested, Takes things very seriously, can make an enemy very easily, Can easily persuade, small quadruped secunda new, serious trickster, hard to impress, doesn't like to work with people unless money's involved, doesn't take peoples advice, can get very suspicious, doesn't hesitate to do things.
In-game RP example: "Dark sneaks up behind Jamie"
"Dark puts his hand in Jamie's pocket"
"Jamie turns around"
"Dark grabs something and runs"
"Jamie follows"
"The city guard shoots an arrow at Dark"
"The arrow misses"
"Dark runs out the city gate"
"Ahh stop him"
"Guard chases Dark"
"Stopright there criminal scum you violated the law"
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Dar’Vaad was part of a very poor family living south-east of Torval, the city to the south of Elsweyr. The family had no gold to spend because of the parents deadly Skooma addiction. Dark would spend all day every day working on their farm, he had grown quite strong from all of the labour and wanted to use that in adventure. Dark seeked adventure and thrill, quite often he asked his lord Sangiin for a way to escape his terrible family and experience adventure for once and when he was 14 Sangiin granted his wish.
It was suddenly clear to Dar’Vaad that he had the skills required to sneak out when his parents weren’t aware. From then on Dark snuck out every night and did what Sangiin would have done; rob Khajiit trading caravans and kill when necessary.
Over the years Dark continued to do this and advanced his stealth skills a lot and he saved up lots of money that he was hiding from his parents because they would spend it on Skooma. When he had enough money Dark went to Torval and paid an old mage to enchant some robes that he had. After being enchanted the robes showed improvements in his poison, one handed wielding, sneaking and persuasion skills.
“Could you please enchant my two daggers?" asked Dark.
“Sure boy.” replied the old mage with his croaky voice. The daggers were soon enchanted, one was now an electrical dagger and the other was a frost one. “Could you also teach me basic illusion and advanced alchemy?” asked Dark.
“Sure.” replied the old man. 2 hours later they were done and Dark knew advanced alchemy and basic illusion.
“That will be 9500 gold boy,” said the old man.
“Here you go, thanks,” said dark.
“I hope you’re not planning to do anything bad with this stuff,” said the old man.
“Don’t worry I’m just looking for adventure,” replied Dark.
“If you’re looking for adventure you should go to Akavir there’s a ship leaving from Senchal in 3 months, it’s 3000 gold to get on the ship though,” suggested the old man.
Dar’Vaad arrived home 20 minutes later to a very angry dad. “OH YOUR GONNA GET A BEATING TONIGHT, NOW GET TO WORK!” commanded Dark’s dad. Dark worked very hard until 8 pm when his dad started beating him, he didn’t want to fight back because his dad was much stronger than him even with all the anger that he had towards him from the scar that he gave him and a lot of other unforgivable stuff.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Dar’Vaad left the family farm and went to Torval and started his most successful heist so far. He found a trading caravan and discreetly picked a lock and found 2000 gold, the most gold he had ever found in one heist. He also found some valuable jewellery that he took home as well. The next day he went to Torval and made 1000 gold after selling all of the jewellery, the whole town new about the robbery but who would suspect an 18 year-old boy.
3 months later Dar’Vaad found himself on a ship leaving for Akavir.
How did you find us? Played previously and was told about this server by another player.
What Roleplay experience do you have? A couple of years of roleplaying on other Rp servers and 5 or so years of playing 2nd and 1st edition AD&D
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OoC information gained through global, skype, the forums, or even OoC chats and using such in an IC manner when your character couldn't have possibly learned such information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using skills or abilities in ways that make them over powered. Causing instant hits or death without given the other player the chance or opportunity to respond.
Define God-Modding in your words: Having your character dodge every blow, block every strike or avoid and escape situations they can not possibly get out of.
**In Character**
Name: Zasha Alvethri
Nickname: Za
Age: 176
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf (Ashlander/Velothi)
Appearance:
Zasha stands roughly 5' 9" and is body is lean and lightly muscled, his body also bears the many marks of creatures that have tried to eat him. His skin is a dark ash grey though it can sometimes give off a very faint gold sheen when near firelight. (The only identifying mark of his father's race.) His mid-back length white hair is kept in a loose ponytail and is tied with a ribbon of a dark blood red. His left eye is completely black from a previous wound and having not having been cleaned or healed properly rendering that eye blind. Faint white lines surround the damaged eye as if some sort of fanged creature tried to eat that side of his face.
He wears tight fitting black and ash grey leather pants and vest, a loose white shirt underneath. His boots are of a dark black leather and reach halfway up his shins. He wears a long dark blood red sash aroundhis waist, the ends dangling a foot down from his left hip. On the right side of his hips and concealed by the sash rest many small pouches for holding small tools, coins, and his other baubles. A black cloak sits on his shoulders.
Personality:
He is quiet and calm usually. He is a cautious and slow mer by nature, preferring to take his time when a challenge presents itself instead of acting quickly and rashly. Though he can act rashly and impulsively when he believes his honour has been sullied, or for being mocked for having a woman's name. He has an unusual curiousity for old and msyterious things. He will often explore things such as ruins or dungeons despite the risks involved.
Much like his Velothi ancestor's he will not attack or harm a person who has no weapon or will not defend themself, and finds such acts dishnourable. He will also not refuse a challenge or duel if he or the other person believe their honur or customs has been sullied. He will also not enter a person's yurt or home unless the owner has invited him in. He will often give gifts of small volcanic glass figurines to those he meets as a sign of courtesy.
He holds himself in a relaxed manner, though he still carries himself as if ready to spring into action at a moments notice. He often walks softly to quiet his steps and is careful about brushing against things. His hands rarely stray far from his weapons and when they do it is only for a short time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
A dunmer and argonian are running down a forested path, a small wrapped bundle under the elf's arm. Several men can be heard shouting as they chase the two.
The dunmer shouts as he races down the path beside the taller man. "I thought you said there would be no guards!"
The elf reaches over with his free hand and tries to slap the argonian up-side the head.
The argonian just shrugs and takes the slap with a chuckle.
The victim of the slap speaking back. "I said there might not be. Besides it was you who tripped and knocked over that vase."
The elf snarls back. "Shut it, You are the one who set the estate on fire as we fled by bumping into the lantern and slicing it with your sword thinking it was a guard. Ser......"
His words are cut short as a few arrows zip past nearly missing them.
They both speak in unison. "Hide."
As they both dashed to opposite sides of the path and into the thick brush.
Background:
A fire crackled as the woman paced around the small cave, a small crying bundle in her arms. "You disappoint me Hyaril. You could not even father a daughter. What use are you?" The dunmer woman smiling as she bent down to the bound altmer. The male altmer simply grunted as he tried to free himself from his gag and bonds. "Oh? Wish to say something?" She continued to smile as she removed the gag. She flinched back as the man spit in her face. "You will not get away with this you witch! My comrades will kill you!"
The dunmer woman frowned with disgust and anger as she wiped her face. A soft crackle emanating from her fingers. The altmer continued to threaten and speak. "They will hunt you down like the fil......." His words were cut off by a gurgle as blood foamed from his mouth. With shocked eyes he looked down to the smoking hole now piercing his chest. With a soft sigh he sank to the floor.
She looked down at the small baby in your arms and sighed. "Another boy and another failure. Guess I will call you Zasha." As the woman exited the cave she handed the small child to a boy of nine. "Gather your brothers, we are moving to the south." With a few mumbled words and a few arcane gestures the cave cracked and rumbled as it caved in. She turned and smiled despite herself as her four sons gathered her things and gear and prepared to move to a new location.
A soft voice spoke behind her. "What will you do with your newborn mistress?" The dunmer looked back at the small argonian woman she kept as a slave. "I will teach and train him in magic so that I might make a bodyguard out of him. Now go see that they pack up correctly Pet." The slave nodded as she headed towards the four children to oversee the packing.
Several years later the boy learned the basics of lighting a candle or how to magically dye bits of his hair temporarily, though he showed very little promise in other forms of magic. Seeing this, his mother reached out to a local outcast village and made a deal with them to provide them with destructive magic when they raided if they would train her sons in the art of battle. The outcasts readily agreed realizing the witch could provide them an edge in their raids against other tribes and camps.
After every day of intense training, he would return weary and exhausted to his mother's cave only to receive more lessons in magic. His mother often sent him and his brothers to help and watch the older outcast men and women as the trained and raided. During this time the men also taught him how to hunt the dangerous creatures of the ashlands. After several years of training Zasha fell into a comfortable fit wielding two blades, one in each hand.
What little time he did have to himself was spent in his small corner of the cave, were he would often sit staring at the various small wonders he would find on his hunts from the magical and mysterious ruins located nearby, though in reality the small broken bits of dwarven crockery and machines was barely a fraction of the wonders awaiting him beyond the ashlands. He began to dream of exploring beyond the ruins and what lay unexplored within Vvardenfall. Much like the many children before him he began to beg his mother to be allowed to explore further further away, though was denied.
Several years later on his 28 birthday. "But mother, I wish to explore the world out there." His mother sighed "Why do you wish something like that?" Zasha looked guilty at his mother. "I desire to explore ruins, hunt dangerous game, and see sights I can't even imagine. I want to see what is beyond this dark and bleak place." She gave a nod. "Very well, but it is either us or adventure. There is the door." Her hand pointing towards the wooden door sealing the cave.
He silently gathered up his things and headed towards the door. "Good bye mother..." As he left the home he had known for years.
His adventures lead him all across Tamriel. Exploring every ruined keep, dungeon, mine, and ancient ruins. His exploring lead to him learning about many different things. Traps being one subject he learned a lot about, the hard way. Such bumbling swiftly reigning in his reckless lust for exploring and causing him to become cautious.
Eventually he heard tales of Akavir and the strange tales of new lands and even stranger races. As he sailed from Hammerfall on his way to Akavir, he dreamed of the strange beast people he would meet and of the new places to explore.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Minecraft forms profile is The_Friendly_Khajiit. Minecraft account is Poimen_Koinonos.
Age: 18 years
How did you find us? I was for a good minecraft elder scrolls server in spirit of the new upcoming game "Elder Scrolls Online" and I found your youtube video.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I don't really have any online role play experience, but I play a lot of Skyrim and the other elder scrolls.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is the use of information to affect in game decisions. Knowledge learned from the forums, Skype, Teamspeak, or even in OOC on the server then used ICly to your character's advantage is Metagaming. I guess Meta gaming is spoiling the role play by using future information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The definition of Powergaming is being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out. Pretty much just
don't do things that are part of the role play.
Define God-Modding in your words: I didn't find anything about God-Modding, but I assume that it means hacking and/or using a mod to to make you more powerful.
**In Character**
Name: Do'Shaar
Nickname: (Optional) not yet
Age: 23 years
Gender: Male
Race: (Khajiit) Breed: (Cathay-raht)
Appearance: Grayish fur with a little bit of white here and there. Blue eyes. Big, tall and warrior like as how most Cathay-rahts are.
Personality: Like most Khajiit, Do'Shaar talks about himself in the third person. Unlike most of the Khajiit Do'Shaar is always willing to help someone in need, even if he himself might be put in danger.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Do'Shaar comes upon a fort that is being attacked by zombies* (Fort Sentry) "Khajiit, help us defend against the zombies!" (Do'Shaar) "Do'Shaar is no warrior, but Do'Shaar will defend with you with the best of his abilities."
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Do'Shaar was born when both of the moons (Masser and Secunda) where in the waxing phase. This means that Do'Shaar is the Khajiit breed Cathay-raht. Cathay-rahts are a big and tall breed of Khajiit. Cathay-rahts are mostly warriors due to their big and buff bodies, unlike most other Khajiit breeds which are small and light. Even though most Cathay-rahts train and fight their whole lifes, this is not the case for Do'Shaar. Do'Shaar would prefer to become a successful merchant. Do'Shaar doesn't even want to be one of the most well known merchants, he just wants to become a small time merchant in a small town with enough time for adventuring to find new product. That is why Do'Shaar decided to come to Akavir, he came to start his life as a merchant, even if his Khajiit birth clan thinks he is disobeying the gods by not becoming a warrior like he was born to become. One thing is for sure though, Do'Shaar is not ever going back home.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Nico Bullson
Age: 16
How did you find us? My friend Viper told me about it.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on a few fallout servers and a medievil server (All rp servers)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge you did not hear IC to your advantage. I.E hearing something in OOC then speaking IC about it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is when someone does something to another character without allowing them to respond. I.E *Cuts off arm in one swing* is Powergaming
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when your character acts god-like basically.I.E *Gets stabbed by sword but feels no pain and the wound heals instantly* Is God-Modding
**In Character**
Name: Do'Zaad
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Tall and strong looking Khajiit. Do wears a blue and green hood and his shirt and pants are the same color as well. He has light blue eyes and black whiskers
Personality: Gruff, Does not like conversation. Dislikes Nords and Imperials because of racism towards Khajiits.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
I walk into the old tower, fallen with age.
Looking around I see nothing, A few skeletons, being ravaged by two skeevers, take notice and charge at me.
I grab my knife and stab the first and attempt to throw it at the second, missing by far.
My claws come out of my paws. Ready to strike at the second skeever, But an ice spike flies from the shadows beyond.
“Well, Hello kitty!”
A Breton mage jumps down from the rafters above. I hiss at him, whilst moving to reclaim my dagger.
“Why are you here, in my, oh so humble, abode? You even made me kill my own pets...” He looks down at the Skeever corpses.
I don’t feel like responding, I pick up my knife and brandish it in his direction.
“Well, If it must come to that..” The mage put up his hands, and started to cast a spell.
I take my spare dagger from my boot and dual wield with the other.
He casts the spell and I dodge to the left, Barely, The ice spike takes off a portion of my shirt.
Lunging at him, I run in small bounds, pressing my body together, and releasing at the right moment.
I stop, His flesh pierced by both daggers. He looks at me.
“Bye... Kitty...” He coughs. I drag them out slowly. He falls.
I exit the building.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in Elseweyr, Do’Zaad was fond of trees, and being high up. But he always craved adventure. Ending up in the strangest of places was his job. People were less than startled when they found him in cupboards and under their beds. He had ended up with no friends as nobody else wanted to end up in trouble at that age. Some days he would go off from his tiny tree village and adventure in the wilderness beyond. Giant spiders were no problem. Do would just sneak by.
When Do turned 18 he had explored the area of Elseweyr not too far from his home. He decided to go to Skyrim and join with a trade caravan to see another province. He had a caravan which he never really bothered to remember the names of his companions. He stayed in the caravan for 3 years and nothing major ever happened, one of them died, But nobody really cared. Then he heard of a land called Akavir. On a regular run to Solitude, He separated from the caravan and snuck aboard a ship he heard that was heading there. He waited till night to eat. And slept in the cargo hold during the day. He was awoken after a few months of traveling to hear “Land HO!” He got up and raised his hood, And prepared to get onto land.
-Half-Breed children are killed in Ashlander Culture, same goes for Outcasts.
-Please specify what Tribe you are from, I don't see you mentioning which one you came from.
-From what I read Its pretty clear you have no knowledge on Ashlander Culture, therefor I'm going to have to ask you to re-write the character entirely. Maybe even pick a different race (Or just Dunmer will do.)
Ashlanders are a… strange case and can be considered a race on their own. There is only 1 legit reason an Ashlander would leave his/her tribe, and you didn't mention it, or said anything related to it. Thats why I have to deny this character.
Well, you already know my suggestion, good luck!
-Lore Admin Sandor
His name will be changed to Ashana Man-llu.
I thought the part about the man calling her a witch as well as being an outcast would let people conclude his mother was a mabrigash without actually saying so, though she is still very much in training. And eventually he would have been killed by his mother once she learned how to drain life and magic from people. As I figured Atlmer and even altmer half-breed would be likely prized over other races to drain due to their inherent affinity for magic. Though if she had stopped him, the other siblings likely would have left if she killed him.
Because his mother is a witch and outcast he is an outcast as well. and from what lore I have read from the web and from playing Morrowind, there are two ways to leave a tribe or clan. One is commiting a crime and being cast out, the second is leaving voluntarily and joining the "civil" dunmer in their cities.
And I do have knowledge on Ashlander culture I have read this several times http://www.uesp.net/...wind:Ashlanders as well as the lore here http://elderscrolls..../wiki/Ashlander as well as played through the Clanfriend and the Nerevarine quest lines with a few characters. His personality even shows some of the customs he follows as being an ashlander.
Much like his Velothi ancestor's he will not attack or harm a person who has no weapon or will not defend themself, and finds such acts dishnourable. He will also not refuse a challenge or duel if he or the other person believe their honur or customs has been sullied. He will also not enter a person's yurt or home unless the owner has invited him in. He will often give gifts of small volcanic glass figurines to those he meets as a sign of courtesy.
Do you think I still need to redo my whole app and if so what parts after reading my points?
How did you find us?
Was searching for Elder Scrolls servers, yours was the best looking one I saw.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
I have been roleplaying for roughly 3-4 years on Minecraft varied from ancient Roman RP servers to Fallout. (I have never RP'd Elderscrolls on MC as I have not found a server for it until now)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is essentially using either OOC knowledge or just information that your character has no way to know in his/her advantage in RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically forcing a sittuation on a person without giving them any way to avoid it such as */me stabs Chuck 15 in the chest killing him*
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is similiar to Power gaming in the sense that you force things onto those around you in RP for your own benefit however it is primarily involving making your character invincible and/or unrealistically powerful.
**In Character**
Name: Jadus Maxilius
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Roughly 5'7" Jadus has near shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He is fairly well built however slender.
Personality: Jadus is generally kind and merciful to all those he meets even if they are of the cruelest intent. He prefers to act noble with honor, often being far too trustful of those around him.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Jadus: *Yawns lightly as he sits up from his bedroll, looking around the camp as the sun begins to rise*
Bandit: *Watches quietly from behind a tree, waiting for the man to turn away, as he draws a mace from his side*
Jadus: *Stands up, looking around the area, hearing a sound from the woods, before shrugging and beginning to pack up the campsite*
Bandit: *Begins to skulk forward quietly as the man turns his back, raising the mace to strike against the man's head before breaking a branch with his foot and cursing*
Jadus: *Quickly spins around, seeing the bandit and takes a step back, moving for his sword* Alright, let's calm down there friend, there is no need for any trouble. Just lower your weapon and we can talk alright?
Bandit: *Raises a brow at the man, still keeping his mace raised* And what would I have to talk with ye about eh? Hand over your 'aluables and I may just let ye walk away from 'ere with both hands.
Jadus: *Sighs and pulls his sword from it's sheathe, taking another step back, raising his blade defensively in front of him* You can still set down your weapon and walk away, I can even give you some gold to pay off any bounties you have so you can return to the nearest town, there is no need for any bloodshed here.
Bandit: *Smirks as he takes a step forward* Oh? 'Ell if ye have enough gold to just be handing out then I s'pose you must have a good deal eh? I may as well kill ye and take it all! *Rushes forward, bringing his mace downwards towards the man's skull*
Jadus: *Quickly jumps to the side, feeling the mace whiz past him and swings his sword out towards the bandit's chest*
Bandit: *Feels the cold steel bite through his furs, leaving a deep cut on his chest, before stepping back and fleeing into the woods, grasping at his wound*
Jadus: *Sighs, wiping the blood off his sword on the grass before sheathing it back on his side as he returns to packing his camp*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) (My apologies if this does not fit with some lore, however I looked around and found nothing to contradict what I am writing here. If however there is some preferred history for the Knights of the Nine after the White Gold Concordant and the Great War, I would be happy to make the needed changes in order for everything to fit the best it can with your server)
Jadus was born in the Imperial city of Skingrad in to the noble Maximilius line. The family dates back to the recreation of the Knights of the Nine under the command of the Divine Crusader, whose name was lost to history towards the end of the Oblivion Crisis. The family had remained loyal to the cause for the decades after, serving as Knights in the order from generation to generation. During the war between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire, the Knights of the Nine fought along the southern border of Cyrodiil in an attempt to keep the Dominion from invading from Valenwood. They were mostly successful in fending off the smaller raids by the Dominion however when the Imperial City was taken and the White Gold Concordant was signed, the Knights of the Nine were officially disbanded for their refusal to reverting to following only the eight divines as opposed to the nine. While some fled north to Hammerfell or Skyrim in order to continue their order, others simply continued their lives, keeping their worship of Talos with the other divines, hidden from the Dominion.
The Maximilius family was able to retain much of their wealth and prestige that they had earned with the Knights of the Nine in Skingrad, living as nobles within the city walls. Jadus grew up listening to tales of the Knights of the Nine and the Divine Crusader, eventually leading him to have the desire from a young age to become a knight in service to the Empire. As he grew up he continued to train his skill with the blade with the hopes of eventually being able to join one of the various knightly orders of Cyrodiil. By the time he was 18 he had attracted the attention of a group of self proclaimed freedom fighters operating out of the ruins of the Priory of the Nine. They contacted him, promising that he could help bring freedom to the Empire from the opression of the Aldmeri Dominion and a resurrection of the worship of Talos in Tamriel. He quickly packed up his belongings and a large sum of gold from his families coffers and rode off to meet the group, finally believing he had found his chance.
He served with the group of rebels for roughly two years, attacking Aldmeri camps and patrols along Cyrodiil's borders. One day when the group was heading towards a rumored location of a Aldmeri camp, they came across a wounded High Elf traveler. Jadus immediately opted to help the elf agaisnt the wishes of his comrades. He brought the Altmer back to the priory where he helped him to heal and provided him with food and room until he was once again able to travel. When the Altmer left, Jadus had though nothing of the consequences of his actions until it was too late. The Elf whom Jadus had helped quickly reported their location to the Dominion as soon as he was able to find a patrol. Within days Aldmeri soldiers marched on the Priory, burning what was left of it to the ground. In little time the group was scattered, leaving Jadus alone, unable to return to Skingrad for fear of arrest and execution. He chose instead to ride off to Bravil, seeking a ship out of Cyrodiil, where he began hearing traders speaking of the strange land known as Akavir. Knowing that such a place would be far out of the reach of the Dominion, he immediately spent what little gold he had left for passage on a trade ship bound for the foreign continent... He also heard that Skooma Kills.
How did you find us?
i was Searching the Web For A Elder Scrolls Minecraft RP Server, I Used to play on Abridell's Skyrim RP Server witch is down now.
What Roleplay experience do you have? Ive RP For Two Years On Abridell's Server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta Gaming is When You Talk About something you Know OOC While IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is Being Over Powered. Say Im RP Battling
Someone. I cant Come out Unharmed.
Define God-Modding in your words: Forcing Rp Onto Other people Its Pg in a way.
**In Character**
Name: Sahiment_Minsiric
Nickname: (Optional) Steel_Heart
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Lightish Blue Eyes, White Skin, Dirty Blonde hair, Nordic "PonyTail" hair, Dirty "as in his face is Covered with Dirt, Small Beard, Straight Face, Blueish Leather Tunic, No Helmet.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Sahiment_Minsiric Enters Inn* Lucan: Ahh Welcome Traveler! Wanting some Mead or some Rest? *Sahiment Looks around the room, then looks towards Lucan.* Sahiment: I could really go for a rest right now. How much for a room? *Lucan Looks at Sahiment* 5 Gold pieces for a Room same as always. *Sahiment Gives Lucan 5 gold coin.* Sahiment: That sounds like a good price. *Lucan Points to a Room to his right.* Lucan: That will be your room for the night. *Lucan gives Sahiment The Rooms key* *Sahiment Takes the key from Lucan* Sahiment: Thank you kind sir. *Sahiment Yawns then heads towards his Room* Lucan: Oh wait whats your name? *Sahiment opens the door and stops and looks at Lucan.* Sahiment: My Names Sahiment and whats yours? Lucan: My name is Lucan. Nice to meet you Sahiment.. *Sahiment walks into his room and lies on the Bed And Closes his Eyes.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Sahiment_Minsiric Was Born in Skyrim. His Parents Herald_Minsiric and Amy_Minsiric were great Parents to Sahiment. Five Years past and Sahiment's Baby Brother Erik was born. The Two did not get along at first.. But as the years went by they were more then Brothers. They were Friends. Around when Sahiment was 15 and Erik was 10. Amy brought home a new child Voltyr_Raggafal He was a Argonian. Sahiment was confused at First. He didnt know what to think of Voltyr. Voltyr was 14 A year younger then Sahiment. skipping Ahead Five Years Herald Joined the Imperial Army. The Minsiric Family Kin Was Devastated Sahiment More then all. Before He Left He Looked At Sahiment And Said, "To Destroy the Pain Craft your heart out of Steel..." Sahiment Didn't Understand at First. Then He realized it meant "Dont love one person more then another.. Skipping Ahead 5 More Years tragedy Strikes.. Amy_Minsiric Died in a Fire that Destroyed their home. Then a messeger came riding in with bad news... Erik Swiped the Message From the Messenger. He opened it and started reading.. he Droped the Note In tears.. Sahiment Picked it up and read aloud "Dear Amy.. Herald Has Perished in Battle a Arrow through his Chest Killed him before Healers could arrive.. his Belongings are in Cyrodill" This Made Sahiment Filled with Rage. So he trained with Erik to find this killer.. 4 years later.. *Present Day* Sahiment came to Akavir to Continue his search for the killer.
IGN: isom1620
Age: 17
How did you find us? Google
What Roleplay experience do you have? iv played Skyrim on PS3 and FallOut on XBox360
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Lots of fun
Define Power-gaming in your words: MY TYPE OF GAMING!!!
Define God-Modding in your words: MODS MODS MODS!!!!
**In Character**Name: Isom The Great Unknown
Nickname: (Isom)
Age: 22Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Rugged
Personality: Aggressive and straight forward
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) I honesty have no idea....
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) I honestly have no idea what your asking for.. iv been playing minecraft for about 4 years, im a big fan of skyrim so bringing them both together is pretty awesome! im a big gamer I play every chance I get.
How did you find us?
i was Searching the Web For A Elder Scrolls Minecraft RP Server, I Used to play on Abridell's Skyrim RP Server witch is down now.
What Roleplay experience do you have? Ive RP For Two Years On Abridell's Server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta Gaming is When You Talk About something you Know OOC While IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is Being Over Powered. Say Im RP Battling
Someone. I cant Come out Unharmed.
Define God-Modding in your words: Forcing Rp Onto Other people Its Pg in a way.
**In Character**
Name: Sahiment_Minsiric
Nickname: (Optional) Steel_Heart
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Lightish Blue Eyes, White Skin, Dirty Blonde hair, Nordic "PonyTail" hair, Dirty "as in his face is Covered with Dirt, Small Beard, Straight Face, Blueish Leather Tunic, No Helmet.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Sahiment_Minsiric Enters Inn* Lucan: Ahh Welcome Traveler! Wanting some Mead or some Rest? *Sahiment Looks around the room, then looks towards Lucan.* Sahiment: I could really go for a rest right now. How much for a room? *Lucan Looks at Sahiment* 5 Gold pieces for a Room same as always. *Sahiment Gives Lucan 5 gold coin.* Sahiment: That sounds like a good price. *Lucan Points to a Room to his right.* Lucan: That will be your room for the night. *Lucan gives Sahiment The Rooms key* *Sahiment Takes the key from Lucan* Sahiment: Thank you kind sir. *Sahiment Yawns then heads towards his Room* Lucan: Oh wait whats your name? *Sahiment opens the door and stops and looks at Lucan.* Sahiment: My Names Sahiment and whats yours? Lucan: My name is Lucan. Nice to meet you Sahiment.. *Sahiment walks into his room and lies on the Bed And Closes his Eyes.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Sahiment_Minsiric Was Born in Skyrim. His Parents Herald_Minsiric and Amy_Minsiric were great Parents to Sahiment. Five Years past and Sahiment's Baby Brother Erik was born. The Two did not get along at first.. But as the years went by they were more then Brothers. They were Friends. Around when Sahiment was 15 and Erik was 10. Amy brought home a new child Voltyr_Raggafal He was a Argonian. Sahiment was confused at First. He didnt know what to think of Voltyr. Voltyr was 14 A year younger then Sahiment. skipping Ahead Five Years Herald Joined the Imperial Army. The Minsiric Family Kin Was Devastated Sahiment More then all. Before He Left He Looked At Sahiment And Said, "To Destroy the Pain Craft your heart out of Steel..." Sahiment Didn't Understand at First. Then He realized it meant "Dont love one person more then another.. Skipping Ahead 5 More Years tragedy Strikes.. Amy_Minsiric Died in a Fire that Destroyed their home. Then a messeger came riding in with bad news... Erik Swiped the Message From the Messenger. He opened it and started reading.. he Droped the Note In tears.. Sahiment Picked it up and read aloud "Dear Amy.. Herald Has Perished in Battle a Arrow through his Chest Killed him before Healers could arrive.. his Belongings are in Cyrodill" This Made Sahiment Filled with Rage. So he trained with Erik to find this killer.. 4 years later.. *Present Day* Sahiment came to Akavir to Continue his search for the killer.
"Skooma Kills" [/qoute]
Hello, Dlaw. I'll be reviewing your application, you do infact have some errors. For this, I must temp-deny you. Resons below:
- Name is not Lore friendly.
- Power-Gaming and God-Modding are incorrect.
- Personality needs to be expanded.
- Backstory must be expanded by one paragraph.
Please send me or another whitelister a message when you've fixed your errors.
Thanks for reviewing my App, after looking over my personality again I see that you were correct about the shortcomings. I hope that this fixes it.
**Out of Character**
IGN: whenwas
Age: 17
How did you find us? Was searching for Elder Scrolls servers, yours was the best looking one I saw.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been roleplaying for roughly 3-4 years on Minecraft varied from ancient Roman RP servers to Fallout. (I have never RP'd Elderscrolls on MC as I have not found a server for it until now)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is essentially using either OOC knowledge or just information that your character has no way to know in his/her advantage in RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically forcing a sittuation on a person without giving them any way to avoid it such as */me stabs Chuck 15 in the chest killing him*
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is similiar to Power gaming in the sense that you force things onto those around you in RP for your own benefit however it is primarily involving making your character invincible and/or unrealistically powerful.
**In Character** Name: Jadus Maxilius
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Roughly 5'7" Jadus has near shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He is fairly well built however slender.
Personality: Jadus is generally kind and merciful to all those he meets even if they are of the cruelest intent. He prefers to act noble with honor, often being far too trustful of those around him. He is quick to make friends with others, however he is often blinded to whether their intent is noble or unjust. He chooses to be merciful to those whom have wronged him, however he will not hesitate to defend himself or others from those who wish to bring harm to them. He usually has a relaxed and cheerful attitude, however he feels guilt when he cannot turn others from unjust ways and is forced to fight them instead. He is fascinated with foreign cultures, only ever being exposed to that of Cyrodiil's.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Jadus: *Yawns lightly as he sits up from his bedroll, looking around the camp as the sun begins to rise*
Bandit: *Watches quietly from behind a tree, waiting for the man to turn away, as he draws a mace from his side*
Jadus: *Stands up, looking around the area, hearing a sound from the woods, before shrugging and beginning to pack up the campsite*
Bandit: *Begins to skulk forward quietly as the man turns his back, raising the mace to strike against the man's head before breaking a branch with his foot and cursing*
Jadus: *Quickly spins around, seeing the bandit and takes a step back, moving for his sword* Alright, let's calm down there friend, there is no need for any trouble. Just lower your weapon and we can talk alright?
Bandit: *Raises a brow at the man, still keeping his mace raised* And what would I have to talk with ye about eh? Hand over your 'aluables and I may just let ye walk away from 'ere with both hands.
Jadus: *Sighs and pulls his sword from it's sheathe, taking another step back, raising his blade defensively in front of him* You can still set down your weapon and walk away, I can even give you some gold to pay off any bounties you have so you can return to the nearest town, there is no need for any bloodshed here.
Bandit: *Smirks as he takes a step forward* Oh? 'Ell if ye have enough gold to just be handing out then I s'pose you must have a good deal eh? I may as well kill ye and take it all! *Rushes forward, bringing his mace downwards towards the man's skull*
Jadus: *Quickly jumps to the side, feeling the mace whiz past him and swings his sword out towards the bandit's chest*
Bandit: *Feels the cold steel bite through his furs, leaving a deep cut on his chest, before stepping back and fleeing into the woods, grasping at his wound*
Jadus: *Sighs, wiping the blood off his sword on the grass before sheathing it back on his side as he returns to packing his camp*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) (My apologies if this does not fit with some lore, however I looked around and found nothing to contradict what I am writing here. If however there is some preferred history for the Knights of the Nine after the White Gold Concordant and the Great War, I would be happy to make the needed changes in order for everything to fit the best it can with your server)
Jadus was born in the Imperial city of Skingrad in to the noble Maximilius line. The family dates back to the recreation of the Knights of the Nine under the command of the Divine Crusader, whose name was lost to history towards the end of the Oblivion Crisis. The family had remained loyal to the cause for the decades after, serving as Knights in the order from generation to generation. During the war between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire, the Knights of the Nine fought along the southern border of Cyrodiil in an attempt to keep the Dominion from invading from Valenwood. They were mostly successful in fending off the smaller raids by the Dominion however when the Imperial City was taken and the White Gold Concordant was signed, the Knights of the Nine were officially disbanded for their refusal to reverting to following only the eight divines as opposed to the nine. While some fled north to Hammerfell or Skyrim in order to continue their order, others simply continued their lives, keeping their worship of Talos with the other divines, hidden from the Dominion. The Maximilius family was able to retain much of their wealth and prestige that they had earned with the Knights of the Nine in Skingrad, living as nobles within the city walls. Jadus grew up listening to tales of the Knights of the Nine and the Divine Crusader, eventually leading him to have the desire from a young age to become a knight in service to the Empire. As he grew up he continued to train his skill with the blade with the hopes of eventually being able to join one of the various knightly orders of Cyrodiil. By the time he was 18 he had attracted the attention of a group of self proclaimed freedom fighters operating out of the ruins of the Priory of the Nine. They contacted him, promising that he could help bring freedom to the Empire from the opression of the Aldmeri Dominion and a resurrection of the worship of Talos in Tamriel. He quickly packed up his belongings and a large sum of gold from his families coffers and rode off to meet the group, finally believing he had found his chance. He served with the group of rebels for roughly two years, attacking Aldmeri camps and patrols along Cyrodiil's borders. One day when the group was heading towards a rumored location of a Aldmeri camp, they came across a wounded High Elf traveler. Jadus immediately opted to help the elf agaisnt the wishes of his comrades. He brought the Altmer back to the priory where he helped him to heal and provided him with food and room until he was once again able to travel. When the Altmer left, Jadus had though nothing of the consequences of his actions until it was too late. The Elf whom Jadus had helped quickly reported their location to the Dominion as soon as he was able to find a patrol. Within days Aldmeri soldiers marched on the Priory, burning what was left of it to the ground. In little time the group was scattered, leaving Jadus alone, unable to return to Skingrad for fear of arrest and execution. He chose instead to ride off to Bravil, seeking a ship out of Cyrodiil, where he began hearing traders speaking of the strange land known as Akavir. Knowing that such a place would be far out of the reach of the Dominion, he immediately spent what little gold he had left for passage on a trade ship bound for the foreign continent... He also heard that Skooma Kills.
I edited my app a bit. **Out of Character** IGN: Nico Bullson Age: 16 How did you find us? My friend Viper told me about it. What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on a few fallout servers and a medievil server (All rp servers) Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge you did not hear IC to your advantage. I.E hearing something in OOC then speaking IC about it. Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is when someone does something to another character without allowing them to respond. I.E *Cuts off arm in one swing* is Powergaming Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when your character acts god-like basically.I.E *Gets stabbed by sword but feels no pain and the wound heals instantly* Is God-Modding
**In Character** Name: Do'Zaad Nickname: (Optional) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Khajiit Appearance: Tall and strong looking Khajiit. Do wears a blue and green hood and his shirt and pants are the same color as well. He has light blue eyes and black whiskers Personality: Gruff, Does not like conversation. Dislikes Nords and Imperials because of racism towards Khajiits. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) I walk into the old tower, fallen with age. Looking around I see nothing, A few skeletons, being ravaged by two skeevers, take notice and charge at me. I grab my knife and stab the first and attempt to throw it at the second, missing by far. My claws come out of my paws. Ready to strike at the second skeever, But an ice spike flies from the shadows beyond. “Well, Hello kitty!” A Breton mage jumps down from the rafters above. I hiss at him, whilst moving to reclaim my dagger. “Why are you here, in my, oh so humble, abode? You even made me kill my own pets...” He looks down at the Skeever corpses. I don’t feel like responding, I pick up my knife and brandish it in his direction. “Well, If it must come to that..” The mage put up his hands, and started to cast a spell. I take my spare dagger from my boot and dual wield with the other. He casts the spell and I dodge to the left, Barely, The ice spike takes off a portion of my shirt. Lunging at him, I run in small bounds, pressing my body together, and releasing at the right moment. I stop, His flesh pierced by both daggers. He looks at me. “Bye... Kitty...” He coughs. I drag them out slowly. He falls. I exit the building. Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in Elseweyr, Do’Zaad was fond of trees, and being high up. But he always craved adventure. Ending up in the strangest of places was his job. People were less than startled when they found him in cupboards and under their beds. He had ended up with no friends as nobody else wanted to end up in trouble at that age. Some days he would go off from his tiny tree village and adventure in the wilderness beyond. Giant spiders were no problem. Do would just sneak by. When Do turned 18 he had explored the area of Elseweyr not too far from his home. He decided to go to Skyrim and join with a trade caravan to see another province. He had a caravan which he never really bothered to remember the names of his companions. He stayed in the caravan for 3 years and nothing major ever happened, one of them died, But nobody really cared. Then he heard of a land called Akavir. On a regular run to Solitude, He separated from the caravan and snuck aboard a ship he heard that was heading there. He waited till night to eat. And slept in the cargo hold during the day. He was awoken after a few months of traveling to hear “Land HO!” He got up and raised his hood, And prepared to get onto land. Looking at a poster on the wall, it read Skooma Kills
I still think you should, you have valid points, yes, but a half-breed isn't an Ashlander anymore, might want to change your race from Dunmer (Ashlander] to Dunmer/Altmer breed. Also, don't take the Morrowind quests an an example for your RP, mainly since the Ashlanders saw you as a diety, and here they don't
Just you wait, being worshipped as a god is entirely possible. *Speaking in a spookily evil and gravelly voice* Join my Cult....... We have Koolaid and cookies!*Holds up a plate of chocolate cookies.*
Anyway........ On a more serious note, my revised App.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Rathuris
Age: 22
How did you find us? Played previously and was told about this server by another player.
What Roleplay experience do you have? A couple of years of roleplaying on other Rp servers and 5 or so years of playing 2nd and 1st edition AD&D
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OoC information gained through global, skype, the forums, or even OoC chats and using such in an IC manner when your character couldn't have possibly learned such information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using skills or abilities in ways that make them over powered. Causing instant hits or death without given the other player the chance or opportunity to respond.
Define God-Modding in your words: Having your character dodge every blow, block every strike or avoid and escape situations they can not possibly get out of.
**In Character**
Name: Ashana Man-llu
Nickname: Ilu
Age: 176
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf (Dunmer/Altmer half-breed)
Appearance:
Zasha stands roughly 5' 9" and is body is lean and lightly muscled, his body also bears the many marks of creatures that have tried to eat him. His skin is a dark ash grey though it can sometimes give off a very faint gold sheen when near firelight. (The only identifying mark of his father's race.) His mid-back length white hair is kept in a loose ponytail and is tied with a ribbon of a dark blood red. His left eye is completely black from a previous wound and having not having been cleaned or healed properly rendering that eye blind. Faint white lines surround the damaged eye as if some sort of fanged creature tried to eat that side of his face.
He wears tight fitting black and ash grey leather pants and vest, a loose white shirt underneath. His boots are of a dark black leather and reach halfway up his shins. He wears a long dark blood red sash aroundhis waist, the ends dangling a foot down from his left hip. On the right side of his hips and concealed by the sash rest many small pouches for holding small tools, coins, and his other baubles. A black cloak sits on his shoulders.
Personality:
He is quiet and calm usually. He is a cautious and slow mer by nature, preferring to take his time when a challenge presents itself instead of acting quickly and rashly. Though he can act rashly and impulsively when he believes his honour has been sullied, or for being mocked for having a woman's name. He has an unusual curiousity for old and msyterious things. He will often explore things such as ruins or dungeons despite the risks involved.
Much like his Velothi ancestor's he will not attack or harm a person who has no weapon or will not defend themself, and finds such acts dishnourable. He will also not refuse a challenge or duel if he or the other person believe their honur or customs has been sullied. He will also not enter a person's yurt or home unless the owner has invited him in. He will often give gifts of small volcanic glass figurines to those he meets as a sign of courtesy.
He holds himself in a relaxed manner, though he still carries himself as if ready to spring into action at a moments notice. He often walks softly to quiet his steps and is careful about brushing against things. His hands rarely stray far from his weapons and when they do it is only for a short time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
A dunmer and argonian are running down a forested path, a small wrapped bundle under the elf's arm. Several men can be heard shouting as they chase the two.
The dunmer shouts as he races down the path beside the taller man. "I thought you said there would be no guards!"
The elf reaches over with his free hand and tries to slap the argonian up-side the head.
The argonian just shrugs and takes the slap with a chuckle.
The victim of the slap speaking back. "I said there might not be. Besides it was you who tripped and knocked over that vase."
The elf snarls back. "Shut it, You are the one who set the estate on fire as we fled by bumping into the lantern and slicing it with your sword thinking it was a guard. Ser......"
His words are cut short as a few arrows zip past nearly missing them.
They both speak in unison. "Hide."
As they both dashed to opposite sides of the path and into the thick brush.
Background:
A fire crackled as the woman paced around the small cave, a small crying bundle in her arms. "You disappoint me Hyaril. You could not even father a daughter. What use are you?" The dunmer woman smiling as she bent down to the bound altmer. The male altmer simply grunted as he tried to free himself from his gag and bonds. "Oh? Wish to say something?" She continued to smile as she removed the gag. She flinched back as the man spit in her face. "You will not get away with this you witch! My comrades will kill you!"
The dunmer woman frowned with disgust and anger as she wiped her face. A soft crackle emanating from her fingers. The altmer continued to threaten and speak. "They will hunt you down like the fil......." His words were cut off by a gurgle as blood foamed from his mouth. With shocked eyes he looked down to the smoking hole now piercing his chest. With a soft sigh he sank to the floor.
She looked down at the small baby in your arms and sighed. "Another boy and another failure. Guess I will call you Zasha." As the woman exited the cave she handed the small child to a boy of nine. "Gather your brothers, we are moving to the south." With a few mumbled words and a few arcane gestures the cave cracked and rumbled as it caved in. She turned and smiled despite herself as her four sons gathered her things and gear and prepared to move to a new location.
A soft voice spoke behind her. "What will you do with your newborn mistress?" The dunmer looked back at the small argonian woman she kept as a slave. "I will teach and train him in magic so that I might make a bodyguard out of him. Now go see that they pack up correctly Pet." The slave nodded as she headed towards the four children to oversee the packing.
Several years later the boy learned the basics of lighting a candle or how to magically dye bits of his hair temporarily, though he showed very little promise in other forms of magic. Seeing this, his mother reached out to a local outcast village and made a deal with them to provide them with destructive magic when they raided if they would train her sons in the art of battle. The outcasts readily agreed realizing the witch could provide them an edge in their raids against other tribes and camps.
After every day of intense training, he would return weary and exhausted to his mother's cave only to receive more lessons in magic. His mother often sent him and his brothers to help and watch the older outcast men and women as the trained and raided. During this time the men also taught him how to hunt the dangerous creatures of the ashlands. After several years of training Zasha fell into a comfortable fit wielding two blades, one in each hand.
What little time he did have to himself was spent in his small corner of the cave, were he would often sit staring at the various small wonders he would find on his hunts from the magical and mysterious ruins located nearby, though in reality the small broken bits of dwarven crockery and machines was barely a fraction of the wonders awaiting him beyond the ashlands. He began to dream of exploring beyond the ruins and what lay unexplored within Vvardenfall. Much like the many children before him he began to beg his mother to be allowed to explore further further away, though was denied.
Several years later on his 28 birthday. "But mother, I wish to explore the world out there." His mother sighed "Why do you wish something like that?" Zasha looked guilty at his mother. "I desire to explore ruins, hunt dangerous game, and see sights I can't even imagine. I want to see what is beyond this dark and bleak place." She gave a nod. "Very well, but it is either us or adventure. There is the door." Her hand pointing towards the wooden door sealing the cave.
He silently gathered up his things and headed towards the door. "Good bye mother..." As he left the home he had known for years.
His adventures lead him all across Tamriel. Exploring every ruined keep, dungeon, mine, and ancient ruins. His exploring lead to him learning about many different things. Traps being one subject he learned a lot about, the hard way. Such bumbling swiftly reigning in his reckless lust for exploring and causing him to become cautious.
Eventually he heard tales of Akavir and the strange tales of new lands and even stranger races. As he sailed from Hammerfall on his way to Akavir, he dreamed of the strange beast people he would meet and of the new places to explore.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Darksniper339
Age: 10
How did you find us? My Brother wanted to join and I thought this server looked cool so I went on the website and found information for my app.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've had no roleplay experience but everyone needs a first time.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you know something without asking or collecting the information about it and your not suppost to do that in Roleplay. Meta-gaming example, if I go up to someone and say their name without asking what their name is i'm Meta-gaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you're not being fair or not giving someone a chance. Example if I went up to someone and just slit their throat without giving them a chance to fight back i'm power-gaming.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-modding is when you're extremely over powered, have no boundries and are pretty much invincible and makes in game experience very unfair.
**In Character**
Name: Dar'Vaad
Nickname: Dark (Dar meaning thief and clever, K meaning murderer in Khajiit naming).
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: dark, hard to see in shadows, small about 5:8, skinny, no hair besides his fur, which is black and white, scar under his left eye, light spot of fur on his right shoulder (his birth mark), blue eyes, wears his own grey, black and blue enchanted stealth robes, dark grey whiskers, doesn't change his appearance unless a certain heist requires him to.
Personality: stays back, isn't loud, doesn't but in unless he's interested, Takes things very seriously, can make an enemy very easily, Can easily persuade, small quadruped secunda new, serious trickster, hard to impress, doesn't like to work with people unless money's involved, doesn't take peoples advice, can get very suspicious, doesn't hesitate to do things.
In-game RP example: "Dark sneaks up behind Jamie"
"Dark puts his hand in Jamie's pocket"
"Jamie turns around"
"Dark grabs something and runs"
"Jamie follows"
"The city guard shoots an arrow at Dark"
"The arrow misses"
"Dark runs out the city gate"
"Ahh stop him"
"Guard chases Dark"
"Stopright there criminal scum you violated the law"
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Dar’Vaad was part of a very poor family living south-east of Torval, the city to the south of Elsweyr. The family had no gold to spend because of the parents deadly Skooma addiction. Dark would spend all day every day working on their farm, he had grown quite strong from all of the labour and wanted to use that in adventure. Dark seeked adventure and thrill, quite often he asked his lord Sangiin for a way to escape his terrible family and experience adventure for once and when he was 14 Sangiin granted his wish.
It was suddenly clear to Dar’Vaad that he had the skills required to sneak out when his parents weren’t aware. From then on Dark snuck out every night and did what Sangiin would have done; rob Khajiit trading caravans and kill when necessary.
Over the years Dark continued to do this and advanced his stealth skills a lot and he saved up lots of money that he was hiding from his parents because they would spend it on Skooma. When he had enough money Dark went to Torval and paid an old mage to enchant some robes that he had. After being enchanted the robes showed improvements in his poison, one handed wielding, sneaking and persuasion skills.
“Could you please enchant my two daggers?" asked Dark.
“Sure boy.” replied the old mage with his croaky voice. The daggers were soon enchanted, one was now an electrical dagger and the other was a frost one. “Could you also teach me basic illusion and advanced alchemy?” asked Dark.
“Sure.” replied the old man. 2 hours later they were done and Dark knew advanced alchemy and basic illusion.
“That will be 9500 gold boy,” said the old man.
“Here you go, thanks,” said dark.
“I hope you’re not planning to do anything bad with this stuff,” said the old man.
“Don’t worry I’m just looking for adventure,” replied Dark.
“If you’re looking for adventure you should go to Akavir there’s a ship leaving from Senchal in 3 months, it’s 3000 gold to get on the ship though,” suggested the old man.
Dar’Vaad arrived home 20 minutes later to a very angry dad. “OH YOUR GONNA GET A BEATING TONIGHT, NOW GET TO WORK!” commanded Dark’s dad. Dark worked very hard until 8 pm when his dad started beating him, he didn’t want to fight back because his dad was much stronger than him even with all the anger that he had towards him from the scar that he gave him and a lot of other unforgivable stuff.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Dar’Vaad left the family farm and went to Torval and started his most successful heist so far. He found a trading caravan and discreetly picked a lock and found 2000 gold, the most gold he had ever found in one heist. He also found some valuable jewellery that he took home as well. The next day he went to Torval and made 1000 gold after selling all of the jewellery, the whole town new about the robbery but who would suspect an 18 year-old boy.
3 months later Dar’Vaad found himself on a ship leaving for Akavir.
You said I forgot the rules password and that was why I was denied but I put it into my background story. Sorry for the confusion. I sent you a message as well but not sure if you saw it
IGN: ptonca07 Age: 15 How did you find us? I was searching around on google after a three hour session of skyrim What Roleplay experience do you have? I larped for a little bit, played Fallout 3 and new vegas as well as all the elder scroll games. I compiled my own book of lore and bound it, lost the hard copy but still have the virtual copy on my computer Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta-gaming is when an ingame character has out of game knowledge they shouldn't, it can pass in some cases but should be looked down upon by all true, hard core role players Define Power-gaming in your words: I'd say it's creating an overpowered, but not godlike character in a roleplaying enviornment and it makes the expierence for the other players worst than it should be Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is literally the most disgusting thing I've ever witnessed, it destroys every other players expierence and even affects the god-modder's expierence, making it worst than it should be
**In Character** Name: Arthorn Nickname: (Optional): Malandal; the warrior merchant; the merchant thief; Snow Hammer Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Tall, around six foot, brown hair to the shoulders (but not a mullet), very strong, broad shoulders, wears stormcloak armor without the bear head helmet, unless in battle Personality: cunning, good people person, sly tongue, lies very convincingly with ease, easily angered, arrogant In-game RP example: (Include dialog): Rival Merchant (we'll call him Billy of the Mayes Clan, the two are in the Bannered Mare arguing over who gets an abandoned shop for an expansion): "That's my land, for I have less money and a smaller customer base than you do!" Arthorn (Me): "I have a larger inventory and need more space, as well as more space for my larger customer base Billy of the Mayes Clan: "Why don't you split it you greedy dog?" Arthorn: "Why you! How dare you insult me! I am Arthorn Snow Hammer! All you are is a lowly merchant who can't even wield a butter knife!" Billy of the Mayes Clan: "I doubt you could come close to beating me in a fight, names and titles mean nothing!" Arthorn: "I earned the title Snow Hammer! How dare a filthy mutt like you insult my honor!" and with that, Arthorn picks up a Honeybrew Mead bottle from the bar counter and smashes it on Billy of the Mayes Clan's head. Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) My name is Arthorn Snow Hammer, also known as Malandal by the Oreian Dwarves, the Warrior Merchant to the many I've saved on my homeland of Skyrim's bandit infested roads, or the Merchant Thief to the rival merchants of my hometown Riften. My father was the lowliest of the lowly merchants, for the first twelve years of my life i lived in the sewers of Riften, never venturing too deep in, my father said to stay away from there. Then one day I was just laying around bored in my cell of a room when I decided to follow some strange man wandering the Sewers. I followed him down to what seemed like a pub, and snuck into a secret room. The man left on a quest, and I saw bags on bags of gold lying around in this room. I grabbed three and nearly snuck out when some strange man appeared from the shadows, telling me I had potential. That was the day I joined the thieves guild. After another four years I'd worked my way up, but decided if I chose the life of a thieve, it wouldn't be a long one. So, I said my farewells and went on my way with new skills and contacts. I traveled on foot all the way to Windhelm where I set up a shop in the merchant area. At night I'd steal the merchandise of my rivals, until I had enough money to buy a small boat and a bow. I closed down my first shop but kept the wood. The boat I'd bought had been converted into a traveling shop. I'd spend four days out of the week fishing and hunting, living entirely off the land. For two of the remaining days I'd tie up my boat and begin selling what I'd been able to gather. The last day was a day of exploration, often resulting in finding some strange creatures. I've seen everything in Skyrim, the beauty of the Imperial Town Solitude, and the crumbling ruins of Winterhold. One fateful day I stumbled across a stormcloak camp and tried to sell supplies to them. In the end, I traded my service for the honor of serving in their army. Time passed and I fought hard, hard enough to gain the attention of Ulfric Stormcloak. He requested an audience with myself and granted me the honor of calling myself Arthorn Snow Hammer. I left the service and decided there was nothing left to see in Skyrim, and times were growing dangerous with the threat of Dragons. So, I sold my old boat and whatever else was unecassary and got a larger boat that could handle the coastal oceans. I sailed around the coast of Tamriel selling my wares, I even ventured out to the distant continent of Mundus. On my way back from Mundus I washed ashore an unknown island called Oreia, it was a beautiful place there. I joined a righteous rebel group after creating a name for myself by selling exotic wares. I helped this rebel group led by an overthrown king retake power and I chased this wrongful usurper all the way to Akavir after I was named the warrior merchant by a group of native mountain dwarves. That's where I am now, and waiting to see what this new chapter in my life will hold.
**Out of Character**
IGN: ShaneCope
Age: 22
How did you find us? Google search for RP servers
What Roleplay experience do you have? Various Roleplay servers on MC over the years and on other games
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC reasons/knowledge to change your IC actions. Instead of doing what your character would do, you run off and do something because OOC you know it is better. Example, you know that JoeSmith used to play your enemy, so this new guy he is playing must be bad as well so you react to him ICly as if he was the reincarnation of your enemy.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to win and not for fun, going for over-strong combos, etc. Instead of being a soldier or mage or whatever, you decide to use the best magic with the best weapons and best armor so you can win with no thought towards your char RP and what class you are basing yourself on.
Define God-Modding in your words: Controlling things around you without consent. When meeting someone new and trying to avoid a fight you say they are intimidated by you and back off. Also, saying that your attacks always hit. *Swings sword at enemy and kills them* instead of *Swings sword towards enemy's head in an attempt to kill them*
**In Character**
Name: Bauren Augrems
Nickname: (Optional)None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Bauren is a man that does not seem to stand out much among other Nords. A native to Skyrim, he is built for mountains and cold. His body is thick with both muscle and fat, and his long blonde hair seems wild yet insulating. He wears garb made from goat skins and bear pelts, topping off the image of a typical Nord man from a small village. His hands always seem dirty, as if he spends his days working with them. A pair of thick boots on Bauren's feet seem as old as the Nord himself. They are patched, worn, yet still appear sturdy beneath his feet.
Personality: The Augrem family has roots in Skyrim so old that they cannot trace their origins anymore. The proud family of Nords had a tradition of standing up to defend their land. Stormcloak soldiers, City Guards, and various other roles are the tradition and upbringings that led to Bauren's birth. It was only natural that this Nord would be proud, strong, and stubborn. When he finds a place he can call home, he will defend it to his last breath. His stubbornness ranges from not giving up on a rope knot to not retreating a hopeless cause. Bauren is a warrior through and through. He not only feels a duty to his family to be an honorable soldier, but he feels he owes it to Skyrim to represent the Nords well wherever he may travel. Times of peace are not painful to Bauren, as one might assume, but instead allow him to hone his skills and build a life for himself. He accepts friends easily and is willing to work with people who were once an enemy. Someday he hopes to find himself honored among his kin in Sovngard, where he knows he will go after dying in battle.
In-game RP example:
*Leaving the Bannered Mare in Whiterun*
"...I can't believe she turned me down, again..." Goluf Battle-Born said as the two exit the Inn.
"To be fair, you've been after her for years with no success. When will you learn that your grandparents feud won't allow you to be with her? You're bound to cause another war, friend. Not one I want to see among friends here in Whiterun." Bauren replied.
"What's the worst that could happen? I thought that was all behind them."
"Maybe.. but you have drawing the wrong attention from her uncles lately.. hey what's that?" Bauren almost couldn't finish his question before two men in covering hoods and armor jump out in front of them, wielding bows with dangerous looking arrows. Not a word is spoken before they put both arrows into Goluf's chest.
"Goluf!" Bauren pulls out his axe to charge the assassins. The two men flee between houses in an attempt to escape.
Bauren catches up, swinging his axe towards the slower one, just clipping his back foot, tripping the assassin.
"You will pay for what you did to Goluf!"
Bauren swings his axe down on the disabled man, a yell of rage accompanying it.
The assassin is unable to squirm away and gets the full blunt of the blow, dying instantly.
Looking up now, Bauren sees no clues as to where the other went, but he knows where he came from.
"This feud.. they killed my best friend for it. I will be next if I don't find my way out of here. I've seen too much." Bauren says to himself as he quickly makes his way home in the dark.
Opening the door to his house, Bauren steps in to see his father is still awake at this hour.
"Father, good you're awake." he says to the older man seated by the fire.
"I want to take that offer you showed me the other day. I'm taking the guard job on the next ship out to Akavir. High risk, high pay. But I need to get out of town, and soon."
"My son, you will make me proud, speak to your uncle in Winterhold, he is still hiring men to go. Talos guide you, Bauren."
Background:
As a young child, Bauren was mesmerized by the stories of his Nord ancestors fighting in epic wars and helping to end the dragon menaces. He dreamed of going on his own adventure of peril, fighting a new battle, perhaps even in a far off land, to gain honor for his family and return home overflowing with treasures.
Things changed, however, when his family moved out of Winterhold and into Whiterun. Whiterun was a paradise for Nords. His life became easy, and selling goods at the local market opened his world up to those from all over Tamriel. He was content to make gold that way, selling mostly firewood and tools he crafted. He was not a weapons giant like a couple smiths in town had become, nor did he make armor. Simple tools, simple man.
This Nord would carve names, phrases and images into his work for customers and for personal pleasure. He made enough to survive and help his family. A popular saying he sold on many axe handles was "Skooma kills!", the younger ones loved the fun saying and made helping with chores seem more fun.
He tried to keep up with his combat training, specializing in axes. Each day while he would cut wood or do other chores, he would take a moment to practice good combat form with his axe, always tied to his back. His form was not perfect, but he knew how to defend himself. The warrior spirit was not there to push him beyond this simple training.
This comfortable life is what killed the warrior in Bauren, at least for a time. One day when he and his best friend, a member of the Battle-Born family, were out in town, his friend was murdered for getting too close to a girl from a feuding family. This sparked both anger and fear in him. He chose to flee from Skyrim and join a crew heading for Akavir. He would chase his childhood dreams of becoming an honorable soldier, and make money doing so. He swore to return one day and truly avenge his friend Goluf, to make him smile in Svongard before he joined him there himself. The warrior spirit had returned to Bauren.
IGN: Darksniper339
Age: 10
How did you find us? My Brother wanted to join and I thought this server looked cool so I went on the website and found information for my app.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've had no roleplay experience but everyone needs a first time.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you know something without asking or collecting the information about it and your not suppost to do that in Roleplay. Meta-gaming example, if I go up to someone and say their name without asking what their name is i'm Meta-gaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you're not being fair or not giving someone a chance. Example if I went up to someone and just slit their throat without giving them a chance to fight back i'm power-gaming.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-modding is when you're extremely over powered, have no boundries and are pretty much invincible and makes in game experience very unfair.
**In Character**
Name: Dar'Vaad
Nickname: Dark (Dar meaning thief and clever, K meaning murderer in Khajiit naming).
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: dark, hard to see in shadows, small about 5:8, skinny, no hair besides his fur, which is black and white, scar under his left eye, light spot of fur on his right shoulder (his birth mark), blue eyes, wears his own grey, black and blue enchanted stealth robes, dark grey whiskers, doesn't change his appearance unless a certain heist requires him to.
Personality: stays back, isn't loud, doesn't but in unless he's interested, Takes things very seriously, can make an enemy very easily, Can easily persuade, small quadruped secunda new, serious trickster, hard to impress, doesn't like to work with people unless money's involved, doesn't take peoples advice, can get very suspicious, doesn't hesitate to do things.
In-game RP example: "Dark sneaks up behind Jamie"
"Dark puts his hand in Jamie's pocket"
"Jamie turns around"
"Dark grabs something and runs"
"Jamie follows"
"The city guard shoots an arrow at Dark"
"The arrow misses"
"Dark runs out the city gate"
"Ahh stop him"
"Guard chases Dark"
"Stopright there criminal scum you violated the law"
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Dar’Vaad was part of a very poor family living south-east of Torval, the city to the south of Elsweyr. The family had no gold to spend because of the parents deadly Skooma addiction. Dark would spend all day every day working on their farm, he had grown quite strong from all of the labour and wanted to use that in adventure. Dark seeked adventure and thrill, quite often he asked his lord Sangiin for a way to escape his terrible family and experience adventure for once and when he was 14 Sangiin granted his wish.
It was suddenly clear to Dar’Vaad that he had the skills required to sneak out when his parents weren’t aware. From then on Dark snuck out every night and did what Sangiin would have done; rob Khajiit trading caravans and kill when necessary.
Over the years Dark continued to do this and advanced his stealth skills a lot and he saved up lots of money that he was hiding from his parents because they would spend it on Skooma. When he had enough money Dark went to Torval and paid an old mage to enchant some robes that he had. After being enchanted the robes showed improvements in his poison, one handed wielding, sneaking and persuasion skills.
“Could you please enchant my two daggers?" asked Dark.
“Sure boy.” replied the old mage with his croaky voice. The daggers were soon enchanted, one was now an electrical dagger and the other was a frost one. “Could you also teach me basic illusion and advanced alchemy?” asked Dark.
“Sure.” replied the old man. 2 hours later they were done and Dark knew advanced alchemy and basic illusion.
“That will be 9500 gold boy,” said the old man.
“Here you go, thanks,” said dark.
“I hope you’re not planning to do anything bad with this stuff,” said the old man.
“Don’t worry I’m just looking for adventure,” replied Dark.
“If you’re looking for adventure you should go to Akavir there’s a ship leaving from Senchal in 3 months, it’s 3000 gold to get on the ship though,” suggested the old man.
Dar’Vaad arrived home 20 minutes later to a very angry dad. “OH YOUR GONNA GET A BEATING TONIGHT, NOW GET TO WORK!” commanded Dark’s dad. Dark worked very hard until 8 pm when his dad started beating him, he didn’t want to fight back because his dad was much stronger than him even with all the anger that he had towards him from the scar that he gave him and a lot of other unforgivable stuff.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Dar’Vaad left the family farm and went to Torval and started his most successful heist so far. He found a trading caravan and discreetly picked a lock and found 2000 gold, the most gold he had ever found in one heist. He also found some valuable jewellery that he took home as well. The next day he went to Torval and made 1000 gold after selling all of the jewellery, the whole town new about the robbery but who would suspect an 18 year-old boy.
3 months later Dar’Vaad found himself on a ship leaving for Akavir.
Skooma Kills.
IGN: Rathuris
Age: 22
How did you find us? Played previously and was told about this server by another player.
What Roleplay experience do you have? A couple of years of roleplaying on other Rp servers and 5 or so years of playing 2nd and 1st edition AD&D
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OoC information gained through global, skype, the forums, or even OoC chats and using such in an IC manner when your character couldn't have possibly learned such information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using skills or abilities in ways that make them over powered. Causing instant hits or death without given the other player the chance or opportunity to respond.
Define God-Modding in your words: Having your character dodge every blow, block every strike or avoid and escape situations they can not possibly get out of.
**In Character**
Name: Zasha Alvethri
Nickname: Za
Age: 176
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf (Ashlander/Velothi)
Appearance:
Zasha stands roughly 5' 9" and is body is lean and lightly muscled, his body also bears the many marks of creatures that have tried to eat him. His skin is a dark ash grey though it can sometimes give off a very faint gold sheen when near firelight. (The only identifying mark of his father's race.) His mid-back length white hair is kept in a loose ponytail and is tied with a ribbon of a dark blood red. His left eye is completely black from a previous wound and having not having been cleaned or healed properly rendering that eye blind. Faint white lines surround the damaged eye as if some sort of fanged creature tried to eat that side of his face.
He wears tight fitting black and ash grey leather pants and vest, a loose white shirt underneath. His boots are of a dark black leather and reach halfway up his shins. He wears a long dark blood red sash aroundhis waist, the ends dangling a foot down from his left hip. On the right side of his hips and concealed by the sash rest many small pouches for holding small tools, coins, and his other baubles. A black cloak sits on his shoulders.
Personality:
He is quiet and calm usually. He is a cautious and slow mer by nature, preferring to take his time when a challenge presents itself instead of acting quickly and rashly. Though he can act rashly and impulsively when he believes his honour has been sullied, or for being mocked for having a woman's name. He has an unusual curiousity for old and msyterious things. He will often explore things such as ruins or dungeons despite the risks involved.
Much like his Velothi ancestor's he will not attack or harm a person who has no weapon or will not defend themself, and finds such acts dishnourable. He will also not refuse a challenge or duel if he or the other person believe their honur or customs has been sullied. He will also not enter a person's yurt or home unless the owner has invited him in. He will often give gifts of small volcanic glass figurines to those he meets as a sign of courtesy.
He holds himself in a relaxed manner, though he still carries himself as if ready to spring into action at a moments notice. He often walks softly to quiet his steps and is careful about brushing against things. His hands rarely stray far from his weapons and when they do it is only for a short time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
A dunmer and argonian are running down a forested path, a small wrapped bundle under the elf's arm. Several men can be heard shouting as they chase the two.
The dunmer shouts as he races down the path beside the taller man. "I thought you said there would be no guards!"
The elf reaches over with his free hand and tries to slap the argonian up-side the head.
The argonian just shrugs and takes the slap with a chuckle.
The victim of the slap speaking back. "I said there might not be. Besides it was you who tripped and knocked over that vase."
The elf snarls back.
"Shut it, You are the one who set the estate on fire as we fled by bumping into the lantern and slicing it with your sword thinking it was a guard. Ser......"
His words are cut short as a few arrows zip past nearly missing them.
They both speak in unison. "Hide."
As they both dashed to opposite sides of the path and into the thick brush.
Background:
A fire crackled as the woman paced around the small cave, a small crying bundle in her arms. "You disappoint me Hyaril. You could not even father a daughter. What use are you?" The dunmer woman smiling as she bent down to the bound altmer. The male altmer simply grunted as he tried to free himself from his gag and bonds. "Oh? Wish to say something?" She continued to smile as she removed the gag. She flinched back as the man spit in her face. "You will not get away with this you witch! My comrades will kill you!"
The dunmer woman frowned with disgust and anger as she wiped her face. A soft crackle emanating from her fingers. The altmer continued to threaten and speak. "They will hunt you down like the fil......." His words were cut off by a gurgle as blood foamed from his mouth. With shocked eyes he looked down to the smoking hole now piercing his chest. With a soft sigh he sank to the floor.
She looked down at the small baby in your arms and sighed. "Another boy and another failure. Guess I will call you Zasha." As the woman exited the cave she handed the small child to a boy of nine. "Gather your brothers, we are moving to the south." With a few mumbled words and a few arcane gestures the cave cracked and rumbled as it caved in. She turned and smiled despite herself as her four sons gathered her things and gear and prepared to move to a new location.
A soft voice spoke behind her. "What will you do with your newborn mistress?" The dunmer looked back at the small argonian woman she kept as a slave. "I will teach and train him in magic so that I might make a bodyguard out of him. Now go see that they pack up correctly Pet." The slave nodded as she headed towards the four children to oversee the packing.
Several years later the boy learned the basics of lighting a candle or how to magically dye bits of his hair temporarily, though he showed very little promise in other forms of magic. Seeing this, his mother reached out to a local outcast village and made a deal with them to provide them with destructive magic when they raided if they would train her sons in the art of battle. The outcasts readily agreed realizing the witch could provide them an edge in their raids against other tribes and camps.
After every day of intense training, he would return weary and exhausted to his mother's cave only to receive more lessons in magic. His mother often sent him and his brothers to help and watch the older outcast men and women as the trained and raided. During this time the men also taught him how to hunt the dangerous creatures of the ashlands. After several years of training Zasha fell into a comfortable fit wielding two blades, one in each hand.
What little time he did have to himself was spent in his small corner of the cave, were he would often sit staring at the various small wonders he would find on his hunts from the magical and mysterious ruins located nearby, though in reality the small broken bits of dwarven crockery and machines was barely a fraction of the wonders awaiting him beyond the ashlands. He began to dream of exploring beyond the ruins and what lay unexplored within Vvardenfall. Much like the many children before him he began to beg his mother to be allowed to explore further further away, though was denied.
Several years later on his 28 birthday. "But mother, I wish to explore the world out there." His mother sighed "Why do you wish something like that?" Zasha looked guilty at his mother. "I desire to explore ruins, hunt dangerous game, and see sights I can't even imagine. I want to see what is beyond this dark and bleak place." She gave a nod. "Very well, but it is either us or adventure. There is the door." Her hand pointing towards the wooden door sealing the cave.
He silently gathered up his things and headed towards the door. "Good bye mother..." As he left the home he had known for years.
His adventures lead him all across Tamriel. Exploring every ruined keep, dungeon, mine, and ancient ruins. His exploring lead to him learning about many different things. Traps being one subject he learned a lot about, the hard way. Such bumbling swiftly reigning in his reckless lust for exploring and causing him to become cautious.
Eventually he heard tales of Akavir and the strange tales of new lands and even stranger races. As he sailed from Hammerfall on his way to Akavir, he dreamed of the strange beast people he would meet and of the new places to explore.
Skooma Kills
IGN: Minecraft forms profile is The_Friendly_Khajiit. Minecraft account is Poimen_Koinonos.
Age: 18 years
How did you find us? I was for a good minecraft elder scrolls server in spirit of the new upcoming game "Elder Scrolls Online" and I found your youtube video.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I don't really have any online role play experience, but I play a lot of Skyrim and the other elder scrolls.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is the use of information to affect in game decisions. Knowledge learned from the forums, Skype, Teamspeak, or even in OOC on the server then used ICly to your character's advantage is Metagaming. I guess Meta gaming is spoiling the role play by using future information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: The definition of Powergaming is being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out. Pretty much just
don't do things that are part of the role play.
Define God-Modding in your words: I didn't find anything about God-Modding, but I assume that it means hacking and/or using a mod to to make you more powerful.
**In Character**
Name: Do'Shaar
Nickname: (Optional) not yet
Age: 23 years
Gender: Male
Race: (Khajiit) Breed: (Cathay-raht)
Appearance: Grayish fur with a little bit of white here and there. Blue eyes. Big, tall and warrior like as how most Cathay-rahts are.
Personality: Like most Khajiit, Do'Shaar talks about himself in the third person. Unlike most of the Khajiit Do'Shaar is always willing to help someone in need, even if he himself might be put in danger.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Do'Shaar comes upon a fort that is being attacked by zombies* (Fort Sentry) "Khajiit, help us defend against the zombies!" (Do'Shaar) "Do'Shaar is no warrior, but Do'Shaar will defend with you with the best of his abilities."
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Do'Shaar was born when both of the moons (Masser and Secunda) where in the waxing phase. This means that Do'Shaar is the Khajiit breed Cathay-raht. Cathay-rahts are a big and tall breed of Khajiit. Cathay-rahts are mostly warriors due to their big and buff bodies, unlike most other Khajiit breeds which are small and light. Even though most Cathay-rahts train and fight their whole lifes, this is not the case for Do'Shaar. Do'Shaar would prefer to become a successful merchant. Do'Shaar doesn't even want to be one of the most well known merchants, he just wants to become a small time merchant in a small town with enough time for adventuring to find new product. That is why Do'Shaar decided to come to Akavir, he came to start his life as a merchant, even if his Khajiit birth clan thinks he is disobeying the gods by not becoming a warrior like he was born to become. One thing is for sure though, Do'Shaar is not ever going back home.
IGN: Nico Bullson
Age: 16
How did you find us? My friend Viper told me about it.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on a few fallout servers and a medievil server (All rp servers)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge you did not hear IC to your advantage. I.E hearing something in OOC then speaking IC about it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is when someone does something to another character without allowing them to respond. I.E *Cuts off arm in one swing* is Powergaming
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when your character acts god-like basically.I.E *Gets stabbed by sword but feels no pain and the wound heals instantly* Is God-Modding
**In Character**
Name: Do'Zaad
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Tall and strong looking Khajiit. Do wears a blue and green hood and his shirt and pants are the same color as well. He has light blue eyes and black whiskers
Personality: Gruff, Does not like conversation. Dislikes Nords and Imperials because of racism towards Khajiits.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
I walk into the old tower, fallen with age.
Looking around I see nothing, A few skeletons, being ravaged by two skeevers, take notice and charge at me.
I grab my knife and stab the first and attempt to throw it at the second, missing by far.
My claws come out of my paws. Ready to strike at the second skeever, But an ice spike flies from the shadows beyond.
“Well, Hello kitty!”
A Breton mage jumps down from the rafters above. I hiss at him, whilst moving to reclaim my dagger.
“Why are you here, in my, oh so humble, abode? You even made me kill my own pets...” He looks down at the Skeever corpses.
I don’t feel like responding, I pick up my knife and brandish it in his direction.
“Well, If it must come to that..” The mage put up his hands, and started to cast a spell.
I take my spare dagger from my boot and dual wield with the other.
He casts the spell and I dodge to the left, Barely, The ice spike takes off a portion of my shirt.
Lunging at him, I run in small bounds, pressing my body together, and releasing at the right moment.
I stop, His flesh pierced by both daggers. He looks at me.
“Bye... Kitty...” He coughs. I drag them out slowly. He falls.
I exit the building.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in Elseweyr, Do’Zaad was fond of trees, and being high up. But he always craved adventure. Ending up in the strangest of places was his job. People were less than startled when they found him in cupboards and under their beds. He had ended up with no friends as nobody else wanted to end up in trouble at that age. Some days he would go off from his tiny tree village and adventure in the wilderness beyond. Giant spiders were no problem. Do would just sneak by.
When Do turned 18 he had explored the area of Elseweyr not too far from his home. He decided to go to Skyrim and join with a trade caravan to see another province. He had a caravan which he never really bothered to remember the names of his companions. He stayed in the caravan for 3 years and nothing major ever happened, one of them died, But nobody really cared. Then he heard of a land called Akavir. On a regular run to Solitude, He separated from the caravan and snuck aboard a ship he heard that was heading there. He waited till night to eat. And slept in the cargo hold during the day. He was awoken after a few months of traveling to hear “Land HO!” He got up and raised his hood, And prepared to get onto land.
His name will be changed to Ashana Man-llu.
I thought the part about the man calling her a witch as well as being an outcast would let people conclude his mother was a mabrigash without actually saying so, though she is still very much in training. And eventually he would have been killed by his mother once she learned how to drain life and magic from people. As I figured Atlmer and even altmer half-breed would be likely prized over other races to drain due to their inherent affinity for magic. Though if she had stopped him, the other siblings likely would have left if she killed him.
Because his mother is a witch and outcast he is an outcast as well. and from what lore I have read from the web and from playing Morrowind, there are two ways to leave a tribe or clan. One is commiting a crime and being cast out, the second is leaving voluntarily and joining the "civil" dunmer in their cities.
And I do have knowledge on Ashlander culture I have read this several times http://www.uesp.net/...wind:Ashlanders as well as the lore here http://elderscrolls..../wiki/Ashlander as well as played through the Clanfriend and the Nerevarine quest lines with a few characters. His personality even shows some of the customs he follows as being an ashlander.
Do you think I still need to redo my whole app and if so what parts after reading my points?
IGN: whenwas
Age: 17
How did you find us?
Was searching for Elder Scrolls servers, yours was the best looking one I saw.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
I have been roleplaying for roughly 3-4 years on Minecraft varied from ancient Roman RP servers to Fallout. (I have never RP'd Elderscrolls on MC as I have not found a server for it until now)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is essentially using either OOC knowledge or just information that your character has no way to know in his/her advantage in RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically forcing a sittuation on a person without giving them any way to avoid it such as */me stabs Chuck 15 in the chest killing him*
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is similiar to Power gaming in the sense that you force things onto those around you in RP for your own benefit however it is primarily involving making your character invincible and/or unrealistically powerful.
**In Character**
Name: Jadus Maxilius
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Roughly 5'7" Jadus has near shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He is fairly well built however slender.
Personality: Jadus is generally kind and merciful to all those he meets even if they are of the cruelest intent. He prefers to act noble with honor, often being far too trustful of those around him.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Jadus: *Yawns lightly as he sits up from his bedroll, looking around the camp as the sun begins to rise*
Bandit: *Watches quietly from behind a tree, waiting for the man to turn away, as he draws a mace from his side*
Jadus: *Stands up, looking around the area, hearing a sound from the woods, before shrugging and beginning to pack up the campsite*
Bandit: *Begins to skulk forward quietly as the man turns his back, raising the mace to strike against the man's head before breaking a branch with his foot and cursing*
Jadus: *Quickly spins around, seeing the bandit and takes a step back, moving for his sword* Alright, let's calm down there friend, there is no need for any trouble. Just lower your weapon and we can talk alright?
Bandit: *Raises a brow at the man, still keeping his mace raised* And what would I have to talk with ye about eh? Hand over your 'aluables and I may just let ye walk away from 'ere with both hands.
Jadus: *Sighs and pulls his sword from it's sheathe, taking another step back, raising his blade defensively in front of him* You can still set down your weapon and walk away, I can even give you some gold to pay off any bounties you have so you can return to the nearest town, there is no need for any bloodshed here.
Bandit: *Smirks as he takes a step forward* Oh? 'Ell if ye have enough gold to just be handing out then I s'pose you must have a good deal eh? I may as well kill ye and take it all! *Rushes forward, bringing his mace downwards towards the man's skull*
Jadus: *Quickly jumps to the side, feeling the mace whiz past him and swings his sword out towards the bandit's chest*
Bandit: *Feels the cold steel bite through his furs, leaving a deep cut on his chest, before stepping back and fleeing into the woods, grasping at his wound*
Jadus: *Sighs, wiping the blood off his sword on the grass before sheathing it back on his side as he returns to packing his camp*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
(My apologies if this does not fit with some lore, however I looked around and found nothing to contradict what I am writing here. If however there is some preferred history for the Knights of the Nine after the White Gold Concordant and the Great War, I would be happy to make the needed changes in order for everything to fit the best it can with your server)
Jadus was born in the Imperial city of Skingrad in to the noble Maximilius line. The family dates back to the recreation of the Knights of the Nine under the command of the Divine Crusader, whose name was lost to history towards the end of the Oblivion Crisis. The family had remained loyal to the cause for the decades after, serving as Knights in the order from generation to generation. During the war between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire, the Knights of the Nine fought along the southern border of Cyrodiil in an attempt to keep the Dominion from invading from Valenwood. They were mostly successful in fending off the smaller raids by the Dominion however when the Imperial City was taken and the White Gold Concordant was signed, the Knights of the Nine were officially disbanded for their refusal to reverting to following only the eight divines as opposed to the nine. While some fled north to Hammerfell or Skyrim in order to continue their order, others simply continued their lives, keeping their worship of Talos with the other divines, hidden from the Dominion.
The Maximilius family was able to retain much of their wealth and prestige that they had earned with the Knights of the Nine in Skingrad, living as nobles within the city walls. Jadus grew up listening to tales of the Knights of the Nine and the Divine Crusader, eventually leading him to have the desire from a young age to become a knight in service to the Empire. As he grew up he continued to train his skill with the blade with the hopes of eventually being able to join one of the various knightly orders of Cyrodiil. By the time he was 18 he had attracted the attention of a group of self proclaimed freedom fighters operating out of the ruins of the Priory of the Nine. They contacted him, promising that he could help bring freedom to the Empire from the opression of the Aldmeri Dominion and a resurrection of the worship of Talos in Tamriel. He quickly packed up his belongings and a large sum of gold from his families coffers and rode off to meet the group, finally believing he had found his chance.
He served with the group of rebels for roughly two years, attacking Aldmeri camps and patrols along Cyrodiil's borders. One day when the group was heading towards a rumored location of a Aldmeri camp, they came across a wounded High Elf traveler. Jadus immediately opted to help the elf agaisnt the wishes of his comrades. He brought the Altmer back to the priory where he helped him to heal and provided him with food and room until he was once again able to travel. When the Altmer left, Jadus had though nothing of the consequences of his actions until it was too late. The Elf whom Jadus had helped quickly reported their location to the Dominion as soon as he was able to find a patrol. Within days Aldmeri soldiers marched on the Priory, burning what was left of it to the ground. In little time the group was scattered, leaving Jadus alone, unable to return to Skingrad for fear of arrest and execution. He chose instead to ride off to Bravil, seeking a ship out of Cyrodiil, where he began hearing traders speaking of the strange land known as Akavir. Knowing that such a place would be far out of the reach of the Dominion, he immediately spent what little gold he had left for passage on a trade ship bound for the foreign continent... He also heard that Skooma Kills.
IGN: Dlaw8898
Age: 15
How did you find us?
i was Searching the Web For A Elder Scrolls Minecraft RP Server, I Used to play on Abridell's Skyrim RP Server witch is down now.
What Roleplay experience do you have? Ive RP For Two Years On Abridell's Server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta Gaming is When You Talk About something you Know OOC While IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is Being Over Powered. Say Im RP Battling
Someone. I cant Come out Unharmed.
Define God-Modding in your words: Forcing Rp Onto Other people Its Pg in a way.
**In Character**
Name: Sahiment_Minsiric
Nickname: (Optional) Steel_Heart
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Lightish Blue Eyes, White Skin, Dirty Blonde hair, Nordic "PonyTail" hair, Dirty "as in his face is Covered with Dirt, Small Beard, Straight Face, Blueish Leather Tunic, No Helmet.
Personality: Agressive, Generous, Brave, Curious, Caring.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Sahiment_Minsiric Enters Inn* Lucan: Ahh Welcome Traveler! Wanting some Mead or some Rest? *Sahiment Looks around the room, then looks towards Lucan.* Sahiment: I could really go for a rest right now. How much for a room? *Lucan Looks at Sahiment* 5 Gold pieces for a Room same as always. *Sahiment Gives Lucan 5 gold coin.* Sahiment: That sounds like a good price. *Lucan Points to a Room to his right.* Lucan: That will be your room for the night. *Lucan gives Sahiment The Rooms key* *Sahiment Takes the key from Lucan* Sahiment: Thank you kind sir. *Sahiment Yawns then heads towards his Room* Lucan: Oh wait whats your name? *Sahiment opens the door and stops and looks at Lucan.* Sahiment: My Names Sahiment and whats yours? Lucan: My name is Lucan. Nice to meet you Sahiment.. *Sahiment walks into his room and lies on the Bed And Closes his Eyes.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Sahiment_Minsiric Was Born in Skyrim. His Parents Herald_Minsiric and Amy_Minsiric were great Parents to Sahiment. Five Years past and Sahiment's Baby Brother Erik was born. The Two did not get along at first.. But as the years went by they were more then Brothers. They were Friends. Around when Sahiment was 15 and Erik was 10. Amy brought home a new child Voltyr_Raggafal He was a Argonian. Sahiment was confused at First. He didnt know what to think of Voltyr. Voltyr was 14 A year younger then Sahiment. skipping Ahead Five Years Herald Joined the Imperial Army. The Minsiric Family Kin Was Devastated Sahiment More then all. Before He Left He Looked At Sahiment And Said, "To Destroy the Pain Craft your heart out of Steel..." Sahiment Didn't Understand at First. Then He realized it meant "Dont love one person more then another.. Skipping Ahead 5 More Years tragedy Strikes.. Amy_Minsiric Died in a Fire that Destroyed their home. Then a messeger came riding in with bad news... Erik Swiped the Message From the Messenger. He opened it and started reading.. he Droped the Note In tears.. Sahiment Picked it up and read aloud "Dear Amy.. Herald Has Perished in Battle a Arrow through his Chest Killed him before Healers could arrive.. his Belongings are in Cyrodill" This Made Sahiment Filled with Rage. So he trained with Erik to find this killer.. 4 years later.. *Present Day* Sahiment came to Akavir to Continue his search for the killer.
"Skooma Kills"
Age: 17
How did you find us? Google
What Roleplay experience do you have? iv played Skyrim on PS3 and FallOut on XBox360
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Lots of fun
Define Power-gaming in your words: MY TYPE OF GAMING!!!
Define God-Modding in your words: MODS MODS MODS!!!!
**In Character**Name: Isom The Great Unknown
Nickname: (Isom)
Age: 22Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Rugged
Personality: Aggressive and straight forward
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) I honesty have no idea....
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) I honestly have no idea what your asking for.. iv been playing minecraft for about 4 years, im a big fan of skyrim so bringing them both together is pretty awesome! im a big gamer I play every chance I get.
IGN: Dlaw8898
Age: 15
How did you find us?
i was Searching the Web For A Elder Scrolls Minecraft RP Server, I Used to play on Abridell's Skyrim RP Server witch is down now.
What Roleplay experience do you have? Ive RP For Two Years On Abridell's Server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta Gaming is When You Talk About something you Know OOC While IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is Being Over Powered. Say Im RP Battling
Someone. I cant Come out Unharmed.
Define God-Modding in your words: Forcing Rp Onto Other people Its Pg in a way.
**In Character**
Name: Sahiment_Minsiric
Nickname: (Optional) Steel_Heart
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Lightish Blue Eyes, White Skin, Dirty Blonde hair, Nordic "PonyTail" hair, Dirty "as in his face is Covered with Dirt, Small Beard, Straight Face, Blueish Leather Tunic, No Helmet.
Personality: Agressive, Generous, Brave, Curious, Caring.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Sahiment_Minsiric Enters Inn* Lucan: Ahh Welcome Traveler! Wanting some Mead or some Rest? *Sahiment Looks around the room, then looks towards Lucan.* Sahiment: I could really go for a rest right now. How much for a room? *Lucan Looks at Sahiment* 5 Gold pieces for a Room same as always. *Sahiment Gives Lucan 5 gold coin.* Sahiment: That sounds like a good price. *Lucan Points to a Room to his right.* Lucan: That will be your room for the night. *Lucan gives Sahiment The Rooms key* *Sahiment Takes the key from Lucan* Sahiment: Thank you kind sir. *Sahiment Yawns then heads towards his Room* Lucan: Oh wait whats your name? *Sahiment opens the door and stops and looks at Lucan.* Sahiment: My Names Sahiment and whats yours? Lucan: My name is Lucan. Nice to meet you Sahiment.. *Sahiment walks into his room and lies on the Bed And Closes his Eyes.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Sahiment_Minsiric Was Born in Skyrim. His Parents Herald_Minsiric and Amy_Minsiric were great Parents to Sahiment. Five Years past and Sahiment's Baby Brother Erik was born. The Two did not get along at first.. But as the years went by they were more then Brothers. They were Friends. Around when Sahiment was 15 and Erik was 10. Amy brought home a new child Voltyr_Raggafal He was a Argonian. Sahiment was confused at First. He didnt know what to think of Voltyr. Voltyr was 14 A year younger then Sahiment. skipping Ahead Five Years Herald Joined the Imperial Army. The Minsiric Family Kin Was Devastated Sahiment More then all. Before He Left He Looked At Sahiment And Said, "To Destroy the Pain Craft your heart out of Steel..." Sahiment Didn't Understand at First. Then He realized it meant "Dont love one person more then another.. Skipping Ahead 5 More Years tragedy Strikes.. Amy_Minsiric Died in a Fire that Destroyed their home. Then a messeger came riding in with bad news... Erik Swiped the Message From the Messenger. He opened it and started reading.. he Droped the Note In tears.. Sahiment Picked it up and read aloud "Dear Amy.. Herald Has Perished in Battle a Arrow through his Chest Killed him before Healers could arrive.. his Belongings are in Cyrodill" This Made Sahiment Filled with Rage. So he trained with Erik to find this killer.. 4 years later.. *Present Day* Sahiment came to Akavir to Continue his search for the killer.
"Skooma Kills" [/qoute]
Hello, Dlaw. I'll be reviewing your application, you do infact have some errors. For this, I must temp-deny you. Resons below:
- Name is not Lore friendly.
- Power-Gaming and God-Modding are incorrect.
- Personality needs to be expanded.
- Backstory must be expanded by one paragraph.
Please send me or another whitelister a message when you've fixed your errors.
**Out of Character**
IGN: whenwas
Age: 17
How did you find us?
Was searching for Elder Scrolls servers, yours was the best looking one I saw.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
I have been roleplaying for roughly 3-4 years on Minecraft varied from ancient Roman RP servers to Fallout. (I have never RP'd Elderscrolls on MC as I have not found a server for it until now)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is essentially using either OOC knowledge or just information that your character has no way to know in his/her advantage in RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically forcing a sittuation on a person without giving them any way to avoid it such as */me stabs Chuck 15 in the chest killing him*
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is similiar to Power gaming in the sense that you force things onto those around you in RP for your own benefit however it is primarily involving making your character invincible and/or unrealistically powerful.
**In Character**
Name: Jadus Maxilius
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Roughly 5'7" Jadus has near shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He is fairly well built however slender.
Personality: Jadus is generally kind and merciful to all those he meets even if they are of the cruelest intent. He prefers to act noble with honor, often being far too trustful of those around him. He is quick to make friends with others, however he is often blinded to whether their intent is noble or unjust. He chooses to be merciful to those whom have wronged him, however he will not hesitate to defend himself or others from those who wish to bring harm to them. He usually has a relaxed and cheerful attitude, however he feels guilt when he cannot turn others from unjust ways and is forced to fight them instead. He is fascinated with foreign cultures, only ever being exposed to that of Cyrodiil's.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Jadus: *Yawns lightly as he sits up from his bedroll, looking around the camp as the sun begins to rise*
Bandit: *Watches quietly from behind a tree, waiting for the man to turn away, as he draws a mace from his side*
Jadus: *Stands up, looking around the area, hearing a sound from the woods, before shrugging and beginning to pack up the campsite*
Bandit: *Begins to skulk forward quietly as the man turns his back, raising the mace to strike against the man's head before breaking a branch with his foot and cursing*
Jadus: *Quickly spins around, seeing the bandit and takes a step back, moving for his sword* Alright, let's calm down there friend, there is no need for any trouble. Just lower your weapon and we can talk alright?
Bandit: *Raises a brow at the man, still keeping his mace raised* And what would I have to talk with ye about eh? Hand over your 'aluables and I may just let ye walk away from 'ere with both hands.
Jadus: *Sighs and pulls his sword from it's sheathe, taking another step back, raising his blade defensively in front of him* You can still set down your weapon and walk away, I can even give you some gold to pay off any bounties you have so you can return to the nearest town, there is no need for any bloodshed here.
Bandit: *Smirks as he takes a step forward* Oh? 'Ell if ye have enough gold to just be handing out then I s'pose you must have a good deal eh? I may as well kill ye and take it all! *Rushes forward, bringing his mace downwards towards the man's skull*
Jadus: *Quickly jumps to the side, feeling the mace whiz past him and swings his sword out towards the bandit's chest*
Bandit: *Feels the cold steel bite through his furs, leaving a deep cut on his chest, before stepping back and fleeing into the woods, grasping at his wound*
Jadus: *Sighs, wiping the blood off his sword on the grass before sheathing it back on his side as he returns to packing his camp*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
(My apologies if this does not fit with some lore, however I looked around and found nothing to contradict what I am writing here. If however there is some preferred history for the Knights of the Nine after the White Gold Concordant and the Great War, I would be happy to make the needed changes in order for everything to fit the best it can with your server)
Jadus was born in the Imperial city of Skingrad in to the noble Maximilius line. The family dates back to the recreation of the Knights of the Nine under the command of the Divine Crusader, whose name was lost to history towards the end of the Oblivion Crisis. The family had remained loyal to the cause for the decades after, serving as Knights in the order from generation to generation. During the war between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire, the Knights of the Nine fought along the southern border of Cyrodiil in an attempt to keep the Dominion from invading from Valenwood. They were mostly successful in fending off the smaller raids by the Dominion however when the Imperial City was taken and the White Gold Concordant was signed, the Knights of the Nine were officially disbanded for their refusal to reverting to following only the eight divines as opposed to the nine. While some fled north to Hammerfell or Skyrim in order to continue their order, others simply continued their lives, keeping their worship of Talos with the other divines, hidden from the Dominion.
The Maximilius family was able to retain much of their wealth and prestige that they had earned with the Knights of the Nine in Skingrad, living as nobles within the city walls. Jadus grew up listening to tales of the Knights of the Nine and the Divine Crusader, eventually leading him to have the desire from a young age to become a knight in service to the Empire. As he grew up he continued to train his skill with the blade with the hopes of eventually being able to join one of the various knightly orders of Cyrodiil. By the time he was 18 he had attracted the attention of a group of self proclaimed freedom fighters operating out of the ruins of the Priory of the Nine. They contacted him, promising that he could help bring freedom to the Empire from the opression of the Aldmeri Dominion and a resurrection of the worship of Talos in Tamriel. He quickly packed up his belongings and a large sum of gold from his families coffers and rode off to meet the group, finally believing he had found his chance.
He served with the group of rebels for roughly two years, attacking Aldmeri camps and patrols along Cyrodiil's borders. One day when the group was heading towards a rumored location of a Aldmeri camp, they came across a wounded High Elf traveler. Jadus immediately opted to help the elf agaisnt the wishes of his comrades. He brought the Altmer back to the priory where he helped him to heal and provided him with food and room until he was once again able to travel. When the Altmer left, Jadus had though nothing of the consequences of his actions until it was too late. The Elf whom Jadus had helped quickly reported their location to the Dominion as soon as he was able to find a patrol. Within days Aldmeri soldiers marched on the Priory, burning what was left of it to the ground. In little time the group was scattered, leaving Jadus alone, unable to return to Skingrad for fear of arrest and execution. He chose instead to ride off to Bravil, seeking a ship out of Cyrodiil, where he began hearing traders speaking of the strange land known as Akavir. Knowing that such a place would be far out of the reach of the Dominion, he immediately spent what little gold he had left for passage on a trade ship bound for the foreign continent... He also heard that Skooma Kills.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Nico Bullson
Age: 16
How did you find us? My friend Viper told me about it.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on a few fallout servers and a medievil server (All rp servers)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge you did not hear IC to your advantage. I.E hearing something in OOC then speaking IC about it.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is when someone does something to another character without allowing them to respond. I.E *Cuts off arm in one swing* is Powergaming
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when your character acts god-like basically.I.E *Gets stabbed by sword but feels no pain and the wound heals instantly* Is God-Modding
**In Character**
Name: Do'Zaad
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Tall and strong looking Khajiit. Do wears a blue and green hood and his shirt and pants are the same color as well. He has light blue eyes and black whiskers
Personality: Gruff, Does not like conversation. Dislikes Nords and Imperials because of racism towards Khajiits.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
I walk into the old tower, fallen with age.
Looking around I see nothing, A few skeletons, being ravaged by two skeevers, take notice and charge at me.
I grab my knife and stab the first and attempt to throw it at the second, missing by far.
My claws come out of my paws. Ready to strike at the second skeever, But an ice spike flies from the shadows beyond.
“Well, Hello kitty!”
A Breton mage jumps down from the rafters above. I hiss at him, whilst moving to reclaim my dagger.
“Why are you here, in my, oh so humble, abode? You even made me kill my own pets...” He looks down at the Skeever corpses.
I don’t feel like responding, I pick up my knife and brandish it in his direction.
“Well, If it must come to that..” The mage put up his hands, and started to cast a spell.
I take my spare dagger from my boot and dual wield with the other.
He casts the spell and I dodge to the left, Barely, The ice spike takes off a portion of my shirt.
Lunging at him, I run in small bounds, pressing my body together, and releasing at the right moment.
I stop, His flesh pierced by both daggers. He looks at me.
“Bye... Kitty...” He coughs. I drag them out slowly. He falls.
I exit the building.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in Elseweyr, Do’Zaad was fond of trees, and being high up. But he always craved adventure. Ending up in the strangest of places was his job. People were less than startled when they found him in cupboards and under their beds. He had ended up with no friends as nobody else wanted to end up in trouble at that age. Some days he would go off from his tiny tree village and adventure in the wilderness beyond. Giant spiders were no problem. Do would just sneak by.
When Do turned 18 he had explored the area of Elseweyr not too far from his home. He decided to go to Skyrim and join with a trade caravan to see another province. He had a caravan which he never really bothered to remember the names of his companions. He stayed in the caravan for 3 years and nothing major ever happened, one of them died, But nobody really cared. Then he heard of a land called Akavir. On a regular run to Solitude, He separated from the caravan and snuck aboard a ship he heard that was heading there. He waited till night to eat. And slept in the cargo hold during the day. He was awoken after a few months of traveling to hear “Land HO!” He got up and raised his hood, And prepared to get onto land. Looking at a poster on the wall, it read Skooma Kills
Just you wait, being worshipped as a god is entirely possible.
*Speaking in a spookily evil and gravelly voice* Join my Cult....... We have Koolaid and cookies! *Holds up a plate of chocolate cookies.*
Anyway........ On a more serious note, my revised App.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Rathuris
Age: 22
How did you find us? Played previously and was told about this server by another player.
What Roleplay experience do you have? A couple of years of roleplaying on other Rp servers and 5 or so years of playing 2nd and 1st edition AD&D
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OoC information gained through global, skype, the forums, or even OoC chats and using such in an IC manner when your character couldn't have possibly learned such information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using skills or abilities in ways that make them over powered. Causing instant hits or death without given the other player the chance or opportunity to respond.
Define God-Modding in your words: Having your character dodge every blow, block every strike or avoid and escape situations they can not possibly get out of.
**In Character**
Name: Ashana Man-llu
Nickname: Ilu
Age: 176
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf (Dunmer/Altmer half-breed)
Appearance:
Zasha stands roughly 5' 9" and is body is lean and lightly muscled, his body also bears the many marks of creatures that have tried to eat him. His skin is a dark ash grey though it can sometimes give off a very faint gold sheen when near firelight. (The only identifying mark of his father's race.) His mid-back length white hair is kept in a loose ponytail and is tied with a ribbon of a dark blood red. His left eye is completely black from a previous wound and having not having been cleaned or healed properly rendering that eye blind. Faint white lines surround the damaged eye as if some sort of fanged creature tried to eat that side of his face.
He wears tight fitting black and ash grey leather pants and vest, a loose white shirt underneath. His boots are of a dark black leather and reach halfway up his shins. He wears a long dark blood red sash aroundhis waist, the ends dangling a foot down from his left hip. On the right side of his hips and concealed by the sash rest many small pouches for holding small tools, coins, and his other baubles. A black cloak sits on his shoulders.
Personality:
He is quiet and calm usually. He is a cautious and slow mer by nature, preferring to take his time when a challenge presents itself instead of acting quickly and rashly. Though he can act rashly and impulsively when he believes his honour has been sullied, or for being mocked for having a woman's name. He has an unusual curiousity for old and msyterious things. He will often explore things such as ruins or dungeons despite the risks involved.
Much like his Velothi ancestor's he will not attack or harm a person who has no weapon or will not defend themself, and finds such acts dishnourable. He will also not refuse a challenge or duel if he or the other person believe their honur or customs has been sullied. He will also not enter a person's yurt or home unless the owner has invited him in. He will often give gifts of small volcanic glass figurines to those he meets as a sign of courtesy.
He holds himself in a relaxed manner, though he still carries himself as if ready to spring into action at a moments notice. He often walks softly to quiet his steps and is careful about brushing against things. His hands rarely stray far from his weapons and when they do it is only for a short time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
A dunmer and argonian are running down a forested path, a small wrapped bundle under the elf's arm. Several men can be heard shouting as they chase the two.
The dunmer shouts as he races down the path beside the taller man. "I thought you said there would be no guards!"
The elf reaches over with his free hand and tries to slap the argonian up-side the head.
The argonian just shrugs and takes the slap with a chuckle.
The victim of the slap speaking back. "I said there might not be. Besides it was you who tripped and knocked over that vase."
The elf snarls back.
"Shut it, You are the one who set the estate on fire as we fled by bumping into the lantern and slicing it with your sword thinking it was a guard. Ser......"
His words are cut short as a few arrows zip past nearly missing them.
They both speak in unison. "Hide."
As they both dashed to opposite sides of the path and into the thick brush.
Background:
A fire crackled as the woman paced around the small cave, a small crying bundle in her arms. "You disappoint me Hyaril. You could not even father a daughter. What use are you?" The dunmer woman smiling as she bent down to the bound altmer. The male altmer simply grunted as he tried to free himself from his gag and bonds. "Oh? Wish to say something?" She continued to smile as she removed the gag. She flinched back as the man spit in her face. "You will not get away with this you witch! My comrades will kill you!"
The dunmer woman frowned with disgust and anger as she wiped her face. A soft crackle emanating from her fingers. The altmer continued to threaten and speak. "They will hunt you down like the fil......." His words were cut off by a gurgle as blood foamed from his mouth. With shocked eyes he looked down to the smoking hole now piercing his chest. With a soft sigh he sank to the floor.
She looked down at the small baby in your arms and sighed. "Another boy and another failure. Guess I will call you Zasha." As the woman exited the cave she handed the small child to a boy of nine. "Gather your brothers, we are moving to the south." With a few mumbled words and a few arcane gestures the cave cracked and rumbled as it caved in. She turned and smiled despite herself as her four sons gathered her things and gear and prepared to move to a new location.
A soft voice spoke behind her. "What will you do with your newborn mistress?" The dunmer looked back at the small argonian woman she kept as a slave. "I will teach and train him in magic so that I might make a bodyguard out of him. Now go see that they pack up correctly Pet." The slave nodded as she headed towards the four children to oversee the packing.
Several years later the boy learned the basics of lighting a candle or how to magically dye bits of his hair temporarily, though he showed very little promise in other forms of magic. Seeing this, his mother reached out to a local outcast village and made a deal with them to provide them with destructive magic when they raided if they would train her sons in the art of battle. The outcasts readily agreed realizing the witch could provide them an edge in their raids against other tribes and camps.
After every day of intense training, he would return weary and exhausted to his mother's cave only to receive more lessons in magic. His mother often sent him and his brothers to help and watch the older outcast men and women as the trained and raided. During this time the men also taught him how to hunt the dangerous creatures of the ashlands. After several years of training Zasha fell into a comfortable fit wielding two blades, one in each hand.
What little time he did have to himself was spent in his small corner of the cave, were he would often sit staring at the various small wonders he would find on his hunts from the magical and mysterious ruins located nearby, though in reality the small broken bits of dwarven crockery and machines was barely a fraction of the wonders awaiting him beyond the ashlands. He began to dream of exploring beyond the ruins and what lay unexplored within Vvardenfall. Much like the many children before him he began to beg his mother to be allowed to explore further further away, though was denied.
Several years later on his 28 birthday. "But mother, I wish to explore the world out there." His mother sighed "Why do you wish something like that?" Zasha looked guilty at his mother. "I desire to explore ruins, hunt dangerous game, and see sights I can't even imagine. I want to see what is beyond this dark and bleak place." She gave a nod. "Very well, but it is either us or adventure. There is the door." Her hand pointing towards the wooden door sealing the cave.
He silently gathered up his things and headed towards the door. "Good bye mother..." As he left the home he had known for years.
His adventures lead him all across Tamriel. Exploring every ruined keep, dungeon, mine, and ancient ruins. His exploring lead to him learning about many different things. Traps being one subject he learned a lot about, the hard way. Such bumbling swiftly reigning in his reckless lust for exploring and causing him to become cautious.
Eventually he heard tales of Akavir and the strange tales of new lands and even stranger races. As he sailed from Hammerfall on his way to Akavir, he dreamed of the strange beast people he would meet and of the new places to explore.
Skooma Kills
Could Some one please review my post?
Age: 15
How did you find us? I was searching around on google after a three hour session of skyrim
What Roleplay experience do you have? I larped for a little bit, played Fallout 3 and new vegas as well as all the elder scroll games. I compiled my own book of lore and bound it, lost the hard copy but still have the virtual copy on my computer
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta-gaming is when an ingame character has out of game knowledge they shouldn't, it can pass in some cases but should be looked down upon by all true, hard core role players
Define Power-gaming in your words: I'd say it's creating an overpowered, but not godlike character in a roleplaying enviornment and it makes the expierence for the other players worst than it should be
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is literally the most disgusting thing I've ever witnessed, it destroys every other players expierence and even affects the god-modder's expierence, making it worst than it should be
**In Character**
Name: Arthorn
Nickname: (Optional): Malandal; the warrior merchant; the merchant thief; Snow Hammer
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Tall, around six foot, brown hair to the shoulders (but not a mullet), very strong, broad shoulders, wears stormcloak armor without the bear head helmet, unless in battle
Personality: cunning, good people person, sly tongue, lies very convincingly with ease, easily angered, arrogant
In-game RP example: (Include dialog): Rival Merchant (we'll call him Billy of the Mayes Clan, the two are in the Bannered Mare arguing over who gets an abandoned shop for an expansion): "That's my land, for I have less money and a smaller customer base than you do!"
Arthorn (Me): "I have a larger inventory and need more space, as well as more space for my larger customer base
Billy of the Mayes Clan: "Why don't you split it you greedy dog?"
Arthorn: "Why you! How dare you insult me! I am Arthorn Snow Hammer! All you are is a lowly merchant who can't even wield a butter knife!"
Billy of the Mayes Clan: "I doubt you could come close to beating me in a fight, names and titles mean nothing!"
Arthorn: "I earned the title Snow Hammer! How dare a filthy mutt like you insult my honor!" and with that, Arthorn picks up a Honeybrew Mead bottle from the bar counter and smashes it on Billy of the Mayes Clan's head.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) My name is Arthorn Snow Hammer, also known as Malandal by the Oreian Dwarves, the Warrior Merchant to the many I've saved on my homeland of Skyrim's bandit infested roads, or the Merchant Thief to the rival merchants of my hometown Riften. My father was the lowliest of the lowly merchants, for the first twelve years of my life i lived in the sewers of Riften, never venturing too deep in, my father said to stay away from there. Then one day I was just laying around bored in my cell of a room when I decided to follow some strange man wandering the Sewers. I followed him down to what seemed like a pub, and snuck into a secret room. The man left on a quest, and I saw bags on bags of gold lying around in this room. I grabbed three and nearly snuck out when some strange man appeared from the shadows, telling me I had potential. That was the day I joined the thieves guild. After another four years I'd worked my way up, but decided if I chose the life of a thieve, it wouldn't be a long one. So, I said my farewells and went on my way with new skills and contacts.
I traveled on foot all the way to Windhelm where I set up a shop in the merchant area. At night I'd steal the merchandise of my rivals, until I had enough money to buy a small boat and a bow. I closed down my first shop but kept the wood. The boat I'd bought had been converted into a traveling shop. I'd spend four days out of the week fishing and hunting, living entirely off the land. For two of the remaining days I'd tie up my boat and begin selling what I'd been able to gather. The last day was a day of exploration, often resulting in finding some strange creatures. I've seen everything in Skyrim, the beauty of the Imperial Town Solitude, and the crumbling ruins of Winterhold.
One fateful day I stumbled across a stormcloak camp and tried to sell supplies to them. In the end, I traded my service for the honor of serving in their army. Time passed and I fought hard, hard enough to gain the attention of Ulfric Stormcloak. He requested an audience with myself and granted me the honor of calling myself Arthorn Snow Hammer. I left the service and decided there was nothing left to see in Skyrim, and times were growing dangerous with the threat of Dragons. So, I sold my old boat and whatever else was unecassary and got a larger boat that could handle the coastal oceans. I sailed around the coast of Tamriel selling my wares, I even ventured out to the distant continent of Mundus. On my way back from Mundus I washed ashore an unknown island called Oreia, it was a beautiful place there. I joined a righteous rebel group after creating a name for myself by selling exotic wares. I helped this rebel group led by an overthrown king retake power and I chased this wrongful usurper all the way to Akavir after I was named the warrior merchant by a group of native mountain dwarves. That's where I am now, and waiting to see what this new chapter in my life will hold.