IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5 years.
Why Us: I play(ed) on WNC and enjoy Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 13 hours a week on average.
IC
Name: Ahzan Minhjan
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears ragged clothes yet his skin and face are kept relatively clean. His hands are rough from years of a life in the wild.
Fears: The Forsworn, Frost Trolls, and loss of freedom.
Personality: Generally quiet and reserved, but outgoing if the situation requires.
Occupation: Bandit
Skills: Keeping under the radar, smooth-talking his way out of situations, and precision with a bow.
Nickname (Optional): Zan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ahzan secured his bandana across his face as the aching sound of the boat hitting land shook the ship beneath him. The wood elf hurdled the side of the boat and his feet lightly touched the sand beneath him. He looked at the cavern entrance before him and began to make his way to it...carefully at first, but his pace quickened as he turned the tight corner into the opening of the cave. "Holy ****..." Ahzan pulled down his bandana and felt his heart pound in his chest as he looked over the vast riches. "Get in here you milk-drinkers! We're gonna need a bigger boat..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The decision to come to Skyrim was fueled centrally by the idea that none of his foes from Tamriel would follow him. As soon as word had gotten around that dragons were the new pest of the area, tourism seemed to decrease. A fresh start with only the clothes on his back and the bow in his hands would be nice for the Wood Elf, no matter the Nordic supremecy that took place.
The bandit's way of life always attracted Ahzan due to the freedom and carelessness of simple exploration and plundering. His astonishing talent with a bow is what has gotten him the respect of others and the allegiance of other bandits to help him in his quest for anarchy.
I think he may have meant who in the area XD not the area itself, but that's me, and you made me bust out in laughter from that (But still a little mod fail) XDDD
IGN: Pudclud Age: 16 Role-Play Exp.: Played on Lotc as a dwarf, which was pretty neat. Why Us: Well, for one you guys have a server from legendary servers. Those servers are absolutely beast and they can basically do anything. Another reason is of course this server seems like it will be another great rp server, and I love skyrim of course. Time You Can Dedicate: Well, it depends. Some days I can go on a minecraft spree and other days I am loaded up with homework/other things.
IC
Name: Pudiferus Gender: Male Age: 56 Appearance: Pud, as a slightly older man isn't as energetic in appearance. His hair has turned grey, face grown weary, and his eyes are a dimmed shade of blue. He mainly wears plain, grey robes and tries not to look exceedingly out of place. Fears: Pud has never, and will never ever like deserts. Personality: Despite not looking extremely upbeat, his attitude is the complete opposite. Ask him a question, and he'll give you 20 answers. Try to trick him, and you'll be spinning in circles before you know it. Pud is a very witty guy, and he will always try to outwit you. Occupation: Pud, is known to be one of the greatest alchemists out there. Skills: Pud, along with being quite well with potions is pretty alright at farming, and knows his way around a shovel. Nickname (Optional): Pud RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Pud is traveling on a road looking to sell some potions to the nearest town when he sees a man pop out of the bushes*
Highwayman: Give me everything you own, NOW!
Pud: I'm sorry sir, I don't own anything, I am just a simple old man looking to visit his sick father.
Highwayman: Well, whats in the bag you have there? Hand it over!
Pud: Well, the only things that are really in there are some medicine vials for my father. They say it well help cure him.
Highwayman: Cure him of what?
Pud: Well, it is said they can cure a man out of any kind of sickness, and that he will never ever get sick again, not even poisoned!
Highwayman: Ha! I guess I wont be sick for a long time!
*The Highwayman takes all the potions and drinks them down*
Highwayman: I can't let you escape and tell the guards I am here, so I'm sorry but you must die now.
*The Highwayman attempts to lift his sword, but can't seem to muster the strength to do so*
Pud: Sorry, I forgot to mention those were actually weakening potions. By the way, you'll probably pass out on the ground in a couple seconds. Now then, I hope you have a fun time in prison when I alert the guards about you.
*Pud hears a thud as the Highwayman collapses to the ground. Then Pud continues his journey to the nearest town* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Pud came from a simple fishing village on the coast. Here, everything in life was so easy. The waters provided the people with fish, and sometimes trading ships came by with goods. One day when Pud had just grown out of his teenage years he noticed a strange ship come into the dock. This ship weren't like the regular ships that we exchanged fish with. This ship seemed to be built for speed, and it didn't have any room for fish. As Pud went closer he could he voices coming from the dock. "Come explore mysterious lands and help us collect rare resources!" a man shouted from the dock. Normally Pud wouldn't really care what traders said but this guy was definitely not a trader. Pud realized that these people were actually real explorers, and they wanted anybody to come with them! Pud hated fishing, and he wanted something exciting to happen in his life. Then in a split second he ran onto the ship and said he was coming no matter what.
There weren't many crew on the ship, so after a couple days Pud came to know everyone. There was the captain, who was the guy who yelled out for people to come. There was also a deckhand, a cook, a alchemist, and some workers like Pud. Of course, Pud didn't really know what workers like him did. All he knew was that they collected "rare resources" in "mysterious lands". After a while the ship neared an island, which was actually a desert. This island supposedly had this rare type of cacti, which could be used to make rare potions. Pud realized that's why they had an alchemist on board. Anyways, as they neared shore something bad happened, and by bad it was completely life-changing horrible. The ship caught on fire! Nobody knew how or what exactly caused it, but it all went to complete insanity when the fire reached the storeroom, where there happened to be explosive materials used in alchemy. The last thing Pud saw was the ship blowing apart completely as he got blown off into the water.
Pud awoke on the sandy beach of the desert island. Luck had somehow landed him on a sandy beach instead of in the depths of the water, however others weren't as lucky. There were bodies all around him and floating in the water, and Pud noticed none of them were alive. He searched the bodies looking for anything useful he could find, and then he stumbled upon a gold mine. The body of the alchemist, happened to have a bag, filled with potions! That would last him a while Pud thought, and he also noticed there was a book and a small brewing stand inside. The book might have had some information on the potions, so Pud decided to read it to see if any of them could be drunk. All of the potions happened to be poisonous, but Pud stumbled upon quite a useful bit of information. The rare strain of cacti, was so rare because it could be used in multiple potions, and other then just being good as something to reduce dehydration they could also increase strength and speed! So, Pud took the book and the brewing stand and starting to take some cacti. Pud used his enhanced abilities to capture small animals on the island, build a shelter, and to break down even more cacti. Pud was truly living the life, of course it was a pretty horrible life because his only nutrition was from cacti potions and small animals, and the fact that he lived in a sand hole.
Weeks passed and nobody came, and in the meantime Pud became quite skilled with potions. He actually started to used bones and any other useful things from the dead crew! Of course, when a ship came and saw him doing this they freaked out and almost left. Pud, despite using potions all the time was still weakened from his strange way of life. So he took all of the energy he had left and swam out to the boat as it came by. He was saved. Pud told himself he would never, ever go near deserts again. Of course, the experience out there did make Pud quite a unique person. He used his potion skills to become quite the alchemist, and eventually as years passed he became one of the greatest. Pud was true alchemist.
IGN: ThatAnn0yingGuy
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: I've roleplayed on Minecraft many times, and other sites for about two years. Oh, I've also roleplayed on your Fallout: War Never Changes server.
Why Us: I have yet to see a Skyrim server, plus you have impressed me already with WNC.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day. (Depending if I'm on WNC or here, if I get accepted, of course.)
IC
Name: Baern Kyerrin
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 22
Appearance: Scrawny and tall, with dirty brown hair and green eyes, and the signs of a growing beard.
Fears: Giants, werewolves.
Personality: Being more of the careless kid, Baern would be the one to fill in the "rookie" role of the job. His carelessness results in a lack of discipline, making him one of the cheery, happy, "go-get-'em" type of people. Mild intelligence, but listens to commands. Sometimes.
Occupation: Currently living off of being a small theif. (This will mean he'll try to join the Thieves' Guild.)
Skills: Light armor, small weapons (daggers, knives, etc.), a bit of archery, and agility.
Nickname (Optional): (Will be later decided. Until then..) None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Baern is currently stuck in a situation after being caught by a guard trying to steal bread and a few other small items*
Guard: "You, boy! Stop, and get over here!" *walks over to Baern*
Baern: *in a nervous, high-pitched tone, while trying to hide a few stolen items* "I-is there a problem, s-sir?"
Guard: "I just watched 'ye try to pull a fast one at the stand over 'ere! Either pay for 'em stolen goods, or I'm gonna have to take 'ye with me!" *makes a move to grab Baern*
Baern: *backing away, still talking in a high-pitched tone* "I-I'll pay the gold, promise! Sayin' I need to give back a few items, o'course, I'll be 'ight back! Promise!"
Guard: *motioning towards Baern* "I know what 'ye plan to do, thief! C'mon, you're with me!"
Baern: "I-I, uh, don't know what 'ya talkin' 'bout! I-I 'dun plan on runnin', if that's what 'ya mean!"
Guard: "Then go and show me the gold 'yer pa-..!" *being cut off in mid-sentence while Baern goes to run*
*Running as fast as he can, Baern, dropping most, if not all, of the stolen items. After rounding a corner, Baern rests in the doorway of a house, only to soon be captured by a group of nearby guards*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born in a small town, Baern was born into the small family of the Kyerrins. His father, a blacksmith. and mother, a being the owners of an inn, they made a decent amount of gold. Doing what any other child would do, Baern would receive his education, learning whatever his father taught to an extent. This, of course, included learning to be a blacksmith. On his way to filling his father footsteps, Baern would continue to have a "boring" life.
However, after an incident when starting his first job as a blacksmith, which resulted in a house burning and a good amount of gold being lost, Baern gave up. After around the age of 15, he left his home to live and journey on his own. Doing his best to survive, Baern would live on his own in the woods until around the age of 17. He soon moved to the outskirts of Riften, beginning to take part of a life of stealing. He would go onto seek the help of the Thieves' Guild, however, that's when they returned. The almighty dragons, the legends he was told about as a kid. Remembering what he was told, he was scared. However, his determination to find the Thieves' Guild and join them prevented him from leaving Skyrim so early. Finally, he made contact. Currently stuck in Riften, awaiting approval of the Thieves' Guild, while the dragons wreak havoc, destroying everything in their path.
( Sorry if it sucks, it doesn't help that it's 2:45. That and my limited knowledge, but I did my best to gather anything I could find. )
IGN: Pudclud Age: 16 Role-Play Exp.: Played on Lotc as a dwarf, which was pretty neat. Why Us: Well, for one you guys have a server from legendary servers. Those servers are absolutely beast and they can basically do anything. Another reason is of course this server seems like it will be another great rp server, and I love skyrim of course. Time You Can Dedicate: Well, it depends. Some days I can go on a minecraft spree and other days I am loaded up with homework/other things.
IC
Name: Pudiferus Gender: Male Age: 56 Appearance: Pud, as a slightly older man isn't as energetic in appearance. His hair has turned grey, face grown weary, and his eyes are a dimmed shade of blue. He mainly wears plain, grey robes and tries not to look exceedingly out of place. Fears: Pud has never, and will never ever like deserts. Personality: Despite not looking extremely upbeat, his attitude is the complete opposite. Ask him a question, and he'll give you 20 answers. Try to trick him, and you'll be spinning in circles before you know it. Pud is a very witty guy, and he will always try to outwit you. Occupation: Pud, is known to be one of the greatest alchemists out there. Skills: Pud, along with being quite well with potions is pretty alright at farming, and knows his way around a shovel. Nickname (Optional): Pud RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Pud is traveling on a road looking to sell some potions to the nearest town when he sees a man pop out of the bushes*
Highwayman: Give me everything you own, NOW!
Pud: I'm sorry sir, I don't own anything, I am just a simple old man looking to visit his sick father.
Highwayman: Well, whats in the bag you have there? Hand it over!
Pud: Well, the only things that are really in there are some medicine vials for my father. They say it well help cure him.
Highwayman: Cure him of what?
Pud: Well, it is said they can cure a man out of any kind of sickness, and that he will never ever get sick again, not even poisoned!
Highwayman: Ha! I guess I wont be sick for a long time!
*The Highwayman takes all the potions and drinks them down*
Highwayman: I can't let you escape and tell the guards I am here, so I'm sorry but you must die now.
*The Highwayman attempts to lift his sword, but can't seem to muster the strength to do so*
Pud: Sorry, I forgot to mention those were actually weakening potions. By the way, you'll probably pass out on the ground in a couple seconds. Now then, I hope you have a fun time in prison when I alert the guards about you.
*Pud hears a thud as the Highwayman collapses to the ground. Then Pud continues his journey to the nearest town* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Pud came from a simple fishing village on the coast. Here, everything in life was so easy. The waters provided the people with fish, and sometimes trading ships came by with goods. One day when Pud had just grown out of his teenage years he noticed a strange ship come into the dock. This ship weren't like the regular ships that we exchanged fish with. This ship seemed to be built for speed, and it didn't have any room for fish. As Pud went closer he could he voices coming from the dock. "Come explore mysterious lands and help us collect rare resources!" a man shouted from the dock. Normally Pud wouldn't really care what traders said but this guy was definitely not a trader. Pud realized that these people were actually real explorers, and they wanted anybody to come with them! Pud hated fishing, and he wanted something exciting to happen in his life. Then in a split second he ran onto the ship and said he was coming no matter what.
There weren't many crew on the ship, so after a couple days Pud came to know everyone. There was the captain, who was the guy who yelled out for people to come. There was also a deckhand, a cook, a alchemist, and some workers like Pud. Of course, Pud didn't really know what workers like him did. All he knew was that they collected "rare resources" in "mysterious lands". After a while the ship neared an island, which was actually a desert. This island supposedly had this rare type of cacti, which could be used to make rare potions. Pud realized that's why they had an alchemist on board. Anyways, as they neared shore something bad happened, and by bad it was completely life-changing horrible. The ship caught on fire! Nobody knew how or what exactly caused it, but it all went to complete insanity when the fire reached the storeroom, where there happened to be explosive materials used in alchemy. The last thing Pud saw was the ship blowing apart completely as he got blown off into the water.
Pud awoke on the sandy beach of the desert island. Luck had somehow landed him on a sandy beach instead of in the depths of the water, however others weren't as lucky. There were bodies all around him and floating in the water, and Pud noticed none of them were alive. He searched the bodies looking for anything useful he could find, and then he stumbled upon a gold mine. The body of the alchemist, happened to have a bag, filled with potions! That would last him a while Pud thought, and he also noticed there was a book and a small brewing stand inside. The book might have had some information on the potions, so Pud decided to read it to see if any of them could be drunk. All of the potions happened to be poisonous, but Pud stumbled upon quite a useful bit of information. The rare strain of cacti, was so rare because it could be used in multiple potions, and other then just being good as something to reduce dehydration they could also increase strength and speed! So, Pud took the book and the brewing stand and starting to take some cacti. Pud used his enhanced abilities to capture small animals on the island, build a shelter, and to break down even more cacti. Pud was truly living the life, of course it was a pretty horrible life because his only nutrition was from cacti potions and small animals, and the fact that he lived in a sand hole.
Weeks passed and nobody came, and in the meantime Pud became quite skilled with potions. He actually started to used bones and any other useful things from the dead crew! Of course, when a ship came and saw him doing this they freaked out and almost left. Pud, despite using potions all the time was still weakened from his strange way of life. So he took all of the energy he had left and swam out to the boat as it came by. He was saved. Pud told himself he would never, ever go near deserts again. Of course, the experience out there did make Pud quite a unique person. He used his potion skills to become quite the alchemist, and eventually as years passed he became one of the greatest. Pud was true alchemist.
Trie to add something about skyrim please, we need you to use the skyrim lore to your advantage.
IGN: ThatAnn0yingGuy
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: I've roleplayed on Minecraft many times, and other sites for about two years. Oh, I've also roleplayed on your Fallout: War Never Changes server.
Why Us: I have yet to see a Skyrim server, plus you have impressed me already with WNC.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day. (Depending if I'm on WNC or here, if I get accepted, of course.)
IC
Name: Baern Kyerrin
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 22
Appearance: Scrawny and tall, with dirty brown hair and green eyes, and the signs of a growing beard.
Fears: Giants, werewolves.
Personality: Being more of the careless kid, Baern would be the one to fill in the "rookie" role of the job. His carelessness results in a lack of discipline, making him one of the cheery, happy, "go-get-'em" type of people. Mild intelligence, but listens to commands. Sometimes.
Occupation: Currently living off of being a small theif. (This will mean he'll try to join the Thieves' Guild.)
Skills: Light armor, small weapons (daggers, knives, etc.), a bit of archery, and agility.
Nickname (Optional): (Will be later decided. Until then..) None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Baern is currently stuck in a situation after being caught by a guard trying to steal bread and a few other small items*
Guard: "You, boy! Stop, and get over here!" *walks over to Baern*
Baern: *in a nervous, high-pitched tone, while trying to hide a few stolen items* "I-is there a problem, s-sir?"
Guard: "I just watched 'ye try to pull a fast one at the stand over 'ere! Either pay for 'em stolen goods, or I'm gonna have to take 'ye with me!" *makes a move to grab Baern*
Baern: *backing away, still talking in a high-pitched tone* "I-I'll pay the gold, promise! Sayin' I need to give back a few items, o'course, I'll be 'ight back! Promise!"
Guard: *motioning towards Baern* "I know what 'ye plan to do, thief! C'mon, you're with me!"
Baern: "I-I, uh, don't know what 'ya talkin' 'bout! I-I 'dun plan on runnin', if that's what 'ya mean!"
Guard: "Then go and show me the gold 'yer pa-..!" *being cut off in mid-sentence while Baern goes to run*
*Running as fast as he can, Baern, dropping most, if not all, of the stolen items. After rounding a corner, Baern rests in the doorway of a house, only to soon be captured by a group of nearby guards*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born in a small town, Baern was born into the small family of the Kyerrins. His father, a blacksmith. and mother, a being the owners of an inn, they made a decent amount of gold. Doing what any other child would do, Baern would receive his education, learning whatever his father taught to an extent. This, of course, included learning to be a blacksmith. On his way to filling his father footsteps, Baern would continue to have a "boring" life.
However, after an incident when starting his first job as a blacksmith, which resulted in a house burning and a good amount of gold being lost, Baern gave up. After around the age of 15, he left his home to live and journey on his own. Doing his best to survive, Baern would live on his own in the woods until around the age of 17. He soon moved to the outskirts of Riften, beginning to take part of a life of stealing. He would go onto seek the help of the Thieves' Guild, however, that's when they returned. The almighty dragons, the legends he was told about as a kid. Remembering what he was told, he was scared. However, his determination to find the Thieves' Guild and join them prevented him from leaving Skyrim so early. Finally, he made contact. Currently stuck in Riften, awaiting approval of the Thieves' Guild, while the dragons wreak havoc, destroying everything in their path.
( Sorry if it sucks, it doesn't help that it's 2:45. That and my limited knowledge, but I did my best to gather anything I could find. )
IGN: twistr1
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 1-2 years
Why us:I liked Skyrim alot and I love minecraft.The combination betwen these 2 looks awsome and i would like to try
Time you can dedicate: couple of hours a day
IC
Name: Alex Twistr(pronounced twistrER)
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:Tall young man, has a blue shirt that is cut by a dragon, leather pants
Fears:Lose of friends,dark
Personality: Strong personality , Smart , he can hardly be fooled
Occupation:Miner
Skills:Precision with bow , stealth , alchemy
Nickname: Twistr
Rp Example(Dialog):He went for a while and doesnt find anything.The snow started to overhelm him.He was cold and had no food,but still he had faith in himself and thats why he continued.Finaly after days of going throw snow he left the BlizzardMountains and found a small lake.He went to drink some water.From the dark came a pack of wolves wich atacked him fast as a thunder.He got his bow and started defending himself.The arrows war perfectly aimed and all hit the wolves.He made a cape from the pack leader and saw that all other wolves disappeard.He knew these was the magic of Crowdon.Glad for hif victory he screamed : I will find you Growdon.You will pay for what you have done to my family.
Then something like an earthquake begun.The earth opened and from inside hidious monsters came out.Alex smiled and sayed to himself : Let the fun begin. *runs to monsters while shooting arrows*
Backstory: Alex was born in the small city of Tentors.Hes father was a hunter and his mother was a farmer.They were a happy family untill one day when a group thieves atacked theyr house.He hided in the house with his mother.Hes father fought the thieves but one got him from the back and killed him.Alex saw the thives kill his father.They came in the house and took his mother . She cut a thief with a knife and got killed.They didnt saw him because he was hidden.After the thieves left he ran away , as far as he could. He found himself in a forest with no food and exausted.He lost his constions and woke up on a bed.That was the time when he met Gonzomatu the Alchemist.Gonzomatu became a parent for Alex. Years passed and Alex grew. He was coming back from the city when he saw the house burn.He went there and found Gonzomatu badly injured.Before he died Gonzomatu sayed 2 words: Kill Crowdon.Alex was filled with anger and started learning the way of the bow. Hes journey to revenge his parents and Gonzomatu began.
Re-read over your rp example and backstory, DENIED.
IGN: Jackofh3arts
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: well i have only played on a couple rp servers most not serious... and iv played tons of rp games including "skyrim" :biggrin.gif:
Why Us:I LEIK SKAY REEM
Time You Can Dedicate: Well i play alot so i could consider 2-7 hours a day lol for 5-6 days a week
IC
Name: Jack
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: He is a khajiit "tiger cat person thing" And he is pure black "stealthy agile etc"
Fears: Death it self
Personality: Very helpful nice but can be very cruel and strict at times... "friendly but strict"
Occupation: ex-Guard
Skills: Very fast agile and quick/talented with a sword
Nickname (Optional): Jack.... lol
RP Example (Add Dialogue):I really need an example for dialogue tbh so i cant really do much based on nothing lol
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): young man who used to be a guard for a few villages a couple destroyed latest one resigned to live somewhere else raised in a small nice peaceful village until when he turned 9 a dragon came by didnt destroy all of it but scared everybody off and killed 2-5 people so he moved and eventually found a village with a very nice school and market with a few housing plots open for his family so they bought a plot he went into guard training while taking his classes and then eventually became a high up guard until he had a better offer then soon the village he moved to for work purposes was destroyed by a dragon so he traveled for a long time until he found this place (get a damn name for your server)IGN: Jackofh3arts
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: well i have only played on a couple rp servers most not serious... and iv played tons of rp games including "skyrim" :biggrin.gif:
Why Us:I LEIK SKAY REEM
Time You Can Dedicate: Well i play alot so i could consider 2-7 hours a day lol for 5-6 days a week
IC
Name: Jack
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: He is a khajiit "tiger cat person thing" And he is pure black "stealthy agile etc"
Fears: Death it self
Personality: Very helpful nice but can be very cruel and strict at times... "friendly but strict"
Occupation: ex-Guard
Skills: Very fast agile and quick/talented with a sword
Nickname (Optional): Jack.... lol
RP Example (Add Dialogue):I really need an example for dialogue tbh so i cant really do much based on nothing lol
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): young man who used to be a guard for a few villages a couple destroyed latest one resigned to live somewhere else raised in a small nice peaceful village until when he turned 9 a dragon came by didnt destroy all of it but scared everybody off and killed 2-5 people so he moved and eventually found a village with a very nice school and market with a few housing plots open for his family so they bought a plot he went into guard training while taking his classes and then eventually became a high up guard until he had a better offer then soon the village he moved to for work purposes was destroyed by a dragon so he traveled for a long time until he found this place (get a damn name for your server)
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DO NOT PUT THAT FORK IN THE TOASTER ........ here use this one
IGN: Speeshul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim :smile.gif: Otherwise no MC
Why Us: Looking to dedicate myself to a fun server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Minimum 24 hours a fortnight.
IC
Name: Quentin
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (very old for a creeper)
Appearance: Creeper-ish
Fears: Young warriors.
Personality: Gets angry easy.
Occupation: Works in the mines.
Skills: Average builder. Expert enchanter. Great miner.
Nickname (Optional): Speeshul (Pronounced Special)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Speeshul: SsssSso...we will break into Admin HQ tonight?
Billy G: Yes, but we're going to need a way in.
Speeshul: YessSSss, do not worry about that.
Billy G: Ok, meet you there at 11pm.
Example 2:
Speeshul: Would you look at that?
Billy M: What?
Speeshul: ThisssSsssSs fire, it appearssSs to be going out of control!
Billy M: WHAT?! FIRE?!@#
Speeshul: OopsssSSsie daSssiesssSSs!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A young creeper by the name of Speeshul who grew up on the out skirts of town trying to get in with the people, although he never meant any harm one night a wild wolf attacked him and he stuck gunpowder down its throat, the town people claimed it was their wolf and that Speeshul should be punished!
Speeshul fled into the forest where he encountered zombies and things he never thought he would encounter...but one day, when he was walking in the snowy iceland of winterhold...beyond exhaustion...a pale creeper came up to him and said, 'Hello Friend'.
IGN:Ryul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I have been Roleplaying for a long time by Roleplay i dont mean Rpgs -.-
Why Us:I love skyrim finished the dark brotherhood + Mainstoryline + killed ulfric in 30 hours in 1 week
Time You Can Dedicate:Every day :biggrin.gif:
IC
Name: Demonscythe One Eye
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Normal Nord with Darkbrotherhood like clothes and one eye white
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Brave but a bit Stubborn always likes to be in front in battle
Occupation:Dragonslayer
Skills:Stealth Potions Enchanting and fighting
Nickname (Optional):Demonscythe
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Me:"these dragons i believe they have a certain wish"
Guard: "what wish"
Me:"the wish to suffer at Demonscythe One eye's Blade that is what" *unsheaths blade*
Guard: "For honour!"
Me: "FOR BLOODSHED" *Stabs guard and runs of with his sheild and armour*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After Defeating Countless Trolls as a kid in the Wastelands of Skyrim i decided to fight one of the most feared Trolls with a bounty of 10000 Septims on its head the in my fight not only did i defeat the Dragon but i lost one eye and fell unconscious i was woken up by a gang of Bandits who took me in and trained me in the way of stealth and poisons not long after that i travled and met a mage and decided to settle down in a town and learn Enchanting that was my quiet life till they Started attacking AGAIN!
Denied. Spelling errors . Unreadable backroundstory and for a RPexample look at the other apps.
If you dont think that you can do much better then this i dont really think that this server is for you. Otherwhise Repost.
Denied beacuse we dont accept creepers
Denied. You dont just go around as a kid and slay trolls. Your backrundstory is rubbish. Slaying a dragon just one persone makes you very OP. so no.... Im not sure if its neccesery to ask you to repost.
Cmon, I don't mean that I'd grief, I'd play fair and make a proper effort to make this server better.
IGN: Speeshul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim :smile.gif: Otherwise no MC servers. Borderlands. Dungeons and Dragons Online, (3 Level 20's (Max Char)). Titan Quest, alot. Me and my dad usta have this games night where every Friday we would play an RPG together.
Why Us: Looking to dedicate myself to a fun server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Up to 3 hours a day ~ Up top 15 hours over a weekend.
IC
Name: Quentin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/248729
Fears: Lightning, rain and Slime.
Personality: Gets angry easy.
Occupation: Enchanter and gathers and sells items such as Blaze Rods, Ender Eyes. Etc
Skills: Expert Enchanter. Destruction. Restoration. Great pickpocketer.
Nickname (Optional): Speeshul (Pronounced Special)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Speeshul: Hello there young warrior, what shall ye need?
Warrior: Would you happen to have any Eye of Enders?
Speeshul: No, why would you happen to need one? No matter...I can have one by dawn in 3 days.
Example 2:
Warrior: A great mage is attacking us!
Speeshul: Which mage...there is many Great Mages.
Warrior: The Dark mage of Winterhold himself!
Speeshul: Alas! Here, take my enchanted sword and we shall go to battle! But I swear by the Great Sun, if you don't give it back, I will hunt you down!
Warrior: You have my word.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A young wizard once staggered into the city of Whiterun, it was a rainy stormy night, he had scars and bruises, he was a mess. We took him in and he told us about his great journey...
My mother died when I was 4 and my dad was a Petty Thief, but these did not stop me from training my magic, one day, I hoped to be a mage! One day a shadowy man came to our riverside village and declared that all the children were to go with him. My Aunt came to my house and told me to run into the forest, run south!
I did as she said hoping to find something better, that shadowy man did not look nice! I fell into an abandoned cave (Bleak Falls Barrow)...I was unconsious lying there for who knows how long, but when I awoke, I heard grunting noises and flesh being dragged along the ground, I looked around and noticed coffins, alot of coffins, out of nowhere a green arm grabbed me and I felt a searing pain in my leg, I looked down to see my flesh being torn out of my leg by an evil skeleton (Draugr).
*BOOM*
My ears rang and I could not hear anything but a sharp sound like the clanging of metal and it did not stop. I recovered from the...explosion? and continued to run down further and further into the cave, I ran through a spider web as thick as a man, a man was caught in it, screaming something about a gold claw...I didn't care about him, I was selfish, I ran on...grunting noises and arrows whizzing past as I saw a door! This far down? I opened it and went inside, closing it behind me. I found it was a temple with a wall and many symbols on it...but as I walked towards the symbols, I heard many voices and I hard cracking sounds, I turned around to see a skeleton climbing out of its grave, I felt a sudden jolt of energy surge through me and a voice errupted from deep within, such a loud voice, it crushed the skeleton into the rock behind it. I found an opening in the rock and stumbled out to find myself in the middle of nowhere. I collapsed and had an emotional breakdown, my whole family is gone, my aunt...the only person in the world who cared about me, gone! I struggled to my feet and walked many miles before seeing bright lights in the distance. Whiterun.
Living in Whiterun was good, I was Farengaar's assistant and would help around, he'd teach me some tips and tricks daily in exchange for me helping around with customers etc.
IGN:Energenix
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Oblivion, Borderlands and a few online minecraft servers that were boring.
Why Us: this seems like a perfect r.p with the mix of an epic new release and the simplicity of minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:ALOT_nuff said
IC
Name:Energenix
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:6"2 young man, who is big for his age with a scar over his left eye following his eyebrow. short dark hair folding back, with a face of blank expression
Fears:Silence.
Personality:This boy is respectfull for those who shall share this same aspect with him, happiness briefly escapes from his troubled mind as he hides his personality from all who try and enter it.
Occupation:simple labour worker who longs for adventure.
Skills: Swordsman, Blacksmith
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Energenix silently keeps to himself at a local inn, when he accidently catches the eye of an intoxicated other.
Violent Stranger:"Boy" "What are you looking at?"
Energenix:"I don't want any trouble"
Violent Stranger:"HAH"
*As Energenix looks up, he sees the gleam of a sword as it slices the air that is mere millimeters from his nose.
Energenix: "I told you ONCE, that is all you will GET!"
*Energenix grabs the closest wooden chair and smashes over the drunkards head. Quickly after he realizes everyone in the inn is staring at him, he walks out of the inn without a word.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Energenix had a simple life before his parents separation at the age of 7. He lived with his mother for 3 years until his mother met another man, this was when things became difficult for him.
This man soon became aggressive. The boy found himself waking up in the middle of the night to screams of his mother and the man arguing to the early hours of the morning. The boy lay in bed infuriated by the knowledge that by his small stature, he could not help his mother. after a few years of such emotional torment for Energenix and his mother, the man left without a word.
As the boy grew older his infuriated mind became thoughts of hatred toward the man. Constantly waiting for the day he meets this torturer once again, and finally having the chance...for revenge.
IGN: Seetho
Age: 12 Role-Play Exp.: An Oblivion Minecraft Server, Lord of the Craft, Oblivion and 3 hours of Skyrim :tongue.gif: (Just got it) Why Us: Because you're Skyrim! Duh!!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day
IC
Name: Mhykol
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Dunmer, with long black hair tied into a rogue know.
Fears: Spiders Personality: Sociable, and occasionally violent.
Occupation: Freelance Assassin
Skills: Archery, Stealth and Destruction Magic.
Nickname (Optional): Mhyk RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Guard": Sir, you have been charged with murder and drug use. Follow me to the Jail or pay the fine."Bosmer": Never!The Bosmer then continues to take out his sword. But, he isn't fast enough, and is swiftly cut down. Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): The other Dark Elves had always hated Mhykol. He stole their things, killed their friends and burnt their Chicken Houses down to practice their magic. One night, they were sick of it. Opening the door to his schack, their was a stone cold silence, and the other Dunmer charged into his house. Mhykol was instantly awake, and grabbed his bow. Realizing it was useless in these close quarters, he strung on his back, and grabbed some arrows. The Dunmer charged in, and Mhykol used a powerful Fire spell to take them all down. He fled the town soon after, and ran to the nearest city. But, news had reached the guards, and they attempted to arrest him. He shot a Guard off his Horse. and took it. He fled Morrowind, heading for the Skyrim border.
Skyrim was a peaceful enough place, although he couldn't get any money. So, he took up his old job of Freelance assassin. And, then he heard about the Dark Brotherhood...
IGN: Zuriki Age: 18 Role-Play Exp.: Some, I'm not impartial to RP (I've actually had bad luck trying to find any serious RP servers) I play on a light-RP server frequently on a different game. Why Us: The RP interests me as well as your choice of plugins. Time You Can Dedicate: Most of the weekend and some time on most weekdays.
IC
Name: Askari ibn Haidar al-Jurjani (Askari son of Haidar al-Jurjani) Gender: M Age: 24 Appearance:3D Preview Fears: Failure Personality: Reserved, but a fearless (figuratively speaking) warrior. Occupation: Adventurer, Bounty Hunter Skills: Survivalism, Swordsmanship, Archery Nickname: Askari, Jurjani RP Example: It's difficult to write dialogue without some sort of premise but I'll do my best.
Askari> I charge 1000 generic gold pieces for my services
Punter> Thous'n!? 'm not made o' coin!
Askari> There is no negotiating. 1000 gold pieces or nothing.
Punter> 'ow about a slice o' the loot?
Askari> 70-30 split.
Punter> A'ight. I can live wit' 70 percent...
Askari> I meant, 70 for me, 30 for you.
Punter> ...
Punter> Fine! Bur only 'cause nobody else is crazy 'nough to join me...
Backstory:
Askari is descended from Haidar, an infamous scholar who was renowned
for his hands-on research of ancient civilisations. There are many
tales of Haidar's escapades to ancient ruins, and the many battles
that ensued with the undead hordes.
Askari was a disappointment, a failure, in his father's eyes. He did
not inherit the intelligence of his father and was disinterested in
his father's research. But Askari vowed to make his father proud by
becoming a great warrior and hero.
Askari left his homeland at a young age and set sail for the
Minecraftian mainland...
Askari worships Zuriki, a common deity amongst his people. (:
(Not my finest piece of writing, but I think it suffices for a server application)
(Note: The Backstory is wrote more as a general backstory for my Minecraft character, you can swap out Minecraftia for Skyrim if you so please)
The idea of being a creeper shows that you arent mature for this server.
Okay, good luck with your server then.
I also did a repost of my app, might want to delete it. Edit: What is wrong with being a creeper? How would being one make one immature?? Please...tell me! Edit Edit:
Ok, now ur, ACCEPTED!
Gracias. Can I apply for mod?
Thats Mr. Colbinles call brah.
Ask him for me when you get a chance, please
......
ME FAIL!
(But still a little mod fail)
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I think he may have meant who in the area XD not the area itself, but that's me, and you made me bust out in laughter from that (But still a little mod fail) XDDD
IGN: Pudclud
Age: 16 Role-Play Exp.: Played on Lotc as a dwarf, which was pretty neat.
Why Us: Well, for one you guys have a server from legendary servers. Those servers are absolutely beast and they can basically do anything. Another reason is of course this server seems like it will be another great rp server, and I love skyrim of course.
Time You Can Dedicate: Well, it depends. Some days I can go on a minecraft spree and other days I am loaded up with homework/other things.
IC
Name: Pudiferus
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Appearance: Pud, as a slightly older man isn't as energetic in appearance. His hair has turned grey, face grown weary, and his eyes are a dimmed shade of blue. He mainly wears plain, grey robes and tries not to look exceedingly out of place.
Fears: Pud has never, and will never ever like deserts.
Personality: Despite not looking extremely upbeat, his attitude is the complete opposite. Ask him a question, and he'll give you 20 answers. Try to trick him, and you'll be spinning in circles before you know it. Pud is a very witty guy, and he will always try to outwit you.
Occupation: Pud, is known to be one of the greatest alchemists out there.
Skills: Pud, along with being quite well with potions is pretty alright at farming, and knows his way around a shovel.
Nickname (Optional): Pud
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Pud is traveling on a road looking to sell some potions to the nearest town when he sees a man pop out of the bushes*
Highwayman: Give me everything you own, NOW!
Pud: I'm sorry sir, I don't own anything, I am just a simple old man looking to visit his sick father.
Highwayman: Well, whats in the bag you have there? Hand it over!
Pud: Well, the only things that are really in there are some medicine vials for my father. They say it well help cure him.
Highwayman: Cure him of what?
Pud: Well, it is said they can cure a man out of any kind of sickness, and that he will never ever get sick again, not even poisoned!
Highwayman: Ha! I guess I wont be sick for a long time!
*The Highwayman takes all the potions and drinks them down*
Highwayman: I can't let you escape and tell the guards I am here, so I'm sorry but you must die now.
*The Highwayman attempts to lift his sword, but can't seem to muster the strength to do so*
Pud: Sorry, I forgot to mention those were actually weakening potions. By the way, you'll probably pass out on the ground in a couple seconds. Now then, I hope you have a fun time in prison when I alert the guards about you.
*Pud hears a thud as the Highwayman collapses to the ground. Then Pud continues his journey to the nearest town*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Pud came from a simple fishing village on the coast. Here, everything in life was so easy. The waters provided the people with fish, and sometimes trading ships came by with goods. One day when Pud had just grown out of his teenage years he noticed a strange ship come into the dock. This ship weren't like the regular ships that we exchanged fish with. This ship seemed to be built for speed, and it didn't have any room for fish. As Pud went closer he could he voices coming from the dock. "Come explore mysterious lands and help us collect rare resources!" a man shouted from the dock. Normally Pud wouldn't really care what traders said but this guy was definitely not a trader. Pud realized that these people were actually real explorers, and they wanted anybody to come with them! Pud hated fishing, and he wanted something exciting to happen in his life. Then in a split second he ran onto the ship and said he was coming no matter what.
There weren't many crew on the ship, so after a couple days Pud came to know everyone. There was the captain, who was the guy who yelled out for people to come. There was also a deckhand, a cook, a alchemist, and some workers like Pud. Of course, Pud didn't really know what workers like him did. All he knew was that they collected "rare resources" in "mysterious lands". After a while the ship neared an island, which was actually a desert. This island supposedly had this rare type of cacti, which could be used to make rare potions. Pud realized that's why they had an alchemist on board. Anyways, as they neared shore something bad happened, and by bad it was completely life-changing horrible. The ship caught on fire! Nobody knew how or what exactly caused it, but it all went to complete insanity when the fire reached the storeroom, where there happened to be explosive materials used in alchemy. The last thing Pud saw was the ship blowing apart completely as he got blown off into the water.
Pud awoke on the sandy beach of the desert island. Luck had somehow landed him on a sandy beach instead of in the depths of the water, however others weren't as lucky. There were bodies all around him and floating in the water, and Pud noticed none of them were alive. He searched the bodies looking for anything useful he could find, and then he stumbled upon a gold mine. The body of the alchemist, happened to have a bag, filled with potions! That would last him a while Pud thought, and he also noticed there was a book and a small brewing stand inside. The book might have had some information on the potions, so Pud decided to read it to see if any of them could be drunk. All of the potions happened to be poisonous, but Pud stumbled upon quite a useful bit of information. The rare strain of cacti, was so rare because it could be used in multiple potions, and other then just being good as something to reduce dehydration they could also increase strength and speed! So, Pud took the book and the brewing stand and starting to take some cacti. Pud used his enhanced abilities to capture small animals on the island, build a shelter, and to break down even more cacti. Pud was truly living the life, of course it was a pretty horrible life because his only nutrition was from cacti potions and small animals, and the fact that he lived in a sand hole.
Weeks passed and nobody came, and in the meantime Pud became quite skilled with potions. He actually started to used bones and any other useful things from the dead crew! Of course, when a ship came and saw him doing this they freaked out and almost left. Pud, despite using potions all the time was still weakened from his strange way of life. So he took all of the energy he had left and swam out to the boat as it came by. He was saved. Pud told himself he would never, ever go near deserts again. Of course, the experience out there did make Pud quite a unique person. He used his potion skills to become quite the alchemist, and eventually as years passed he became one of the greatest. Pud was true alchemist.
IGN: ThatAnn0yingGuy
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: I've roleplayed on Minecraft many times, and other sites for about two years. Oh, I've also roleplayed on your Fallout: War Never Changes server.
Why Us: I have yet to see a Skyrim server, plus you have impressed me already with WNC.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day. (Depending if I'm on WNC or here, if I get accepted, of course.)
IC
Name: Baern Kyerrin
Gender: Male (Nord)
Age: 22
Appearance: Scrawny and tall, with dirty brown hair and green eyes, and the signs of a growing beard.
Fears: Giants, werewolves.
Personality: Being more of the careless kid, Baern would be the one to fill in the "rookie" role of the job. His carelessness results in a lack of discipline, making him one of the cheery, happy, "go-get-'em" type of people. Mild intelligence, but listens to commands. Sometimes.
Occupation: Currently living off of being a small theif. (This will mean he'll try to join the Thieves' Guild.)
Skills: Light armor, small weapons (daggers, knives, etc.), a bit of archery, and agility.
Nickname (Optional): (Will be later decided. Until then..) None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Baern is currently stuck in a situation after being caught by a guard trying to steal bread and a few other small items*
Guard: "You, boy! Stop, and get over here!" *walks over to Baern*
Baern: *in a nervous, high-pitched tone, while trying to hide a few stolen items* "I-is there a problem, s-sir?"
Guard: "I just watched 'ye try to pull a fast one at the stand over 'ere! Either pay for 'em stolen goods, or I'm gonna have to take 'ye with me!" *makes a move to grab Baern*
Baern: *backing away, still talking in a high-pitched tone* "I-I'll pay the gold, promise! Sayin' I need to give back a few items, o'course, I'll be 'ight back! Promise!"
Guard: *motioning towards Baern* "I know what 'ye plan to do, thief! C'mon, you're with me!"
Baern: "I-I, uh, don't know what 'ya talkin' 'bout! I-I 'dun plan on runnin', if that's what 'ya mean!"
Guard: "Then go and show me the gold 'yer pa-..!" *being cut off in mid-sentence while Baern goes to run*
*Running as fast as he can, Baern, dropping most, if not all, of the stolen items. After rounding a corner, Baern rests in the doorway of a house, only to soon be captured by a group of nearby guards*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born in a small town, Baern was born into the small family of the Kyerrins. His father, a blacksmith. and mother, a being the owners of an inn, they made a decent amount of gold. Doing what any other child would do, Baern would receive his education, learning whatever his father taught to an extent. This, of course, included learning to be a blacksmith. On his way to filling his father footsteps, Baern would continue to have a "boring" life.
However, after an incident when starting his first job as a blacksmith, which resulted in a house burning and a good amount of gold being lost, Baern gave up. After around the age of 15, he left his home to live and journey on his own. Doing his best to survive, Baern would live on his own in the woods until around the age of 17. He soon moved to the outskirts of Riften, beginning to take part of a life of stealing. He would go onto seek the help of the Thieves' Guild, however, that's when they returned. The almighty dragons, the legends he was told about as a kid. Remembering what he was told, he was scared. However, his determination to find the Thieves' Guild and join them prevented him from leaving Skyrim so early. Finally, he made contact. Currently stuck in Riften, awaiting approval of the Thieves' Guild, while the dragons wreak havoc, destroying everything in their path.
( Sorry if it sucks, it doesn't help that it's 2:45. That and my limited knowledge, but I did my best to gather anything I could find. )
Trie to add something about skyrim please, we need you to use the skyrim lore to your advantage.
ACCEPTED!
Re-read over your rp example and backstory, DENIED.
Just copy and paste with new things.
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: well i have only played on a couple rp servers most not serious... and iv played tons of rp games including "skyrim" :biggrin.gif:
Why Us:I LEIK SKAY REEM
Time You Can Dedicate: Well i play alot so i could consider 2-7 hours a day lol for 5-6 days a week
IC
Name: Jack
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: He is a khajiit "tiger cat person thing" And he is pure black "stealthy agile etc"
Fears: Death it self
Personality: Very helpful nice but can be very cruel and strict at times... "friendly but strict"
Occupation: ex-Guard
Skills: Very fast agile and quick/talented with a sword
Nickname (Optional): Jack.... lol
RP Example (Add Dialogue):I really need an example for dialogue tbh so i cant really do much based on nothing lol
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): young man who used to be a guard for a few villages a couple destroyed latest one resigned to live somewhere else raised in a small nice peaceful village until when he turned 9 a dragon came by didnt destroy all of it but scared everybody off and killed 2-5 people so he moved and eventually found a village with a very nice school and market with a few housing plots open for his family so they bought a plot he went into guard training while taking his classes and then eventually became a high up guard until he had a better offer then soon the village he moved to for work purposes was destroyed by a dragon so he traveled for a long time until he found this place (get a damn name for your server)IGN: Jackofh3arts
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: well i have only played on a couple rp servers most not serious... and iv played tons of rp games including "skyrim" :biggrin.gif:
Why Us:I LEIK SKAY REEM
Time You Can Dedicate: Well i play alot so i could consider 2-7 hours a day lol for 5-6 days a week
IC
Name: Jack
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: He is a khajiit "tiger cat person thing" And he is pure black "stealthy agile etc"
Fears: Death it self
Personality: Very helpful nice but can be very cruel and strict at times... "friendly but strict"
Occupation: ex-Guard
Skills: Very fast agile and quick/talented with a sword
Nickname (Optional): Jack.... lol
RP Example (Add Dialogue):I really need an example for dialogue tbh so i cant really do much based on nothing lol
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): young man who used to be a guard for a few villages a couple destroyed latest one resigned to live somewhere else raised in a small nice peaceful village until when he turned 9 a dragon came by didnt destroy all of it but scared everybody off and killed 2-5 people so he moved and eventually found a village with a very nice school and market with a few housing plots open for his family so they bought a plot he went into guard training while taking his classes and then eventually became a high up guard until he had a better offer then soon the village he moved to for work purposes was destroyed by a dragon so he traveled for a long time until he found this place (get a damn name for your server)
IGN: Speeshul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim :smile.gif: Otherwise no MC
Why Us: Looking to dedicate myself to a fun server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Minimum 24 hours a fortnight.
IC
Name: Quentin
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (very old for a creeper)
Appearance: Creeper-ish
Fears: Young warriors.
Personality: Gets angry easy.
Occupation: Works in the mines.
Skills: Average builder. Expert enchanter. Great miner.
Nickname (Optional): Speeshul (Pronounced Special)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Speeshul: SsssSso...we will break into Admin HQ tonight?
Billy G: Yes, but we're going to need a way in.
Speeshul: YessSSss, do not worry about that.
Billy G: Ok, meet you there at 11pm.
Example 2:
Speeshul: Would you look at that?
Billy M: What?
Speeshul: ThisssSsssSs fire, it appearssSs to be going out of control!
Billy M: WHAT?! FIRE?!@#
Speeshul: OopsssSSsie daSssiesssSSs!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A young creeper by the name of Speeshul who grew up on the out skirts of town trying to get in with the people, although he never meant any harm one night a wild wolf attacked him and he stuck gunpowder down its throat, the town people claimed it was their wolf and that Speeshul should be punished!
Speeshul fled into the forest where he encountered zombies and things he never thought he would encounter...but one day, when he was walking in the snowy iceland of winterhold...beyond exhaustion...a pale creeper came up to him and said, 'Hello Friend'.
IGN:Ryul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I have been Roleplaying for a long time by Roleplay i dont mean Rpgs -.-
Why Us:I love skyrim finished the dark brotherhood + Mainstoryline + killed ulfric in 30 hours in 1 week
Time You Can Dedicate:Every day :biggrin.gif:
IC
Name: Demonscythe One Eye
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Normal Nord with Darkbrotherhood like clothes and one eye white
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Brave but a bit Stubborn always likes to be in front in battle
Occupation:Dragonslayer
Skills:Stealth Potions Enchanting and fighting
Nickname (Optional):Demonscythe
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Me:"these dragons i believe they have a certain wish"
Guard: "what wish"
Me:"the wish to suffer at Demonscythe One eye's Blade that is what" *unsheaths blade*
Guard: "For honour!"
Me: "FOR BLOODSHED" *Stabs guard and runs of with his sheild and armour*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After Defeating Countless Trolls as a kid in the Wastelands of Skyrim i decided to fight one of the most feared Trolls with a bounty of 10000 Septims on its head the in my fight not only did i defeat the Dragon but i lost one eye and fell unconscious i was woken up by a gang of Bandits who took me in and trained me in the way of stealth and poisons not long after that i travled and met a mage and decided to settle down in a town and learn Enchanting that was my quiet life till they Started attacking AGAIN!
Cmon, I don't mean that I'd grief, I'd play fair and make a proper effort to make this server better.
IGN: Speeshul
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim :smile.gif: Otherwise no MC servers. Borderlands. Dungeons and Dragons Online, (3 Level 20's (Max Char)). Titan Quest, alot. Me and my dad usta have this games night where every Friday we would play an RPG together.
Why Us: Looking to dedicate myself to a fun server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Up to 3 hours a day ~ Up top 15 hours over a weekend.
IC
Name: Quentin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/248729
Fears: Lightning, rain and Slime.
Personality: Gets angry easy.
Occupation: Enchanter and gathers and sells items such as Blaze Rods, Ender Eyes. Etc
Skills: Expert Enchanter. Destruction. Restoration. Great pickpocketer.
Nickname (Optional): Speeshul (Pronounced Special)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Speeshul: Hello there young warrior, what shall ye need?
Warrior: Would you happen to have any Eye of Enders?
Speeshul: No, why would you happen to need one? No matter...I can have one by dawn in 3 days.
Example 2:
Warrior: A great mage is attacking us!
Speeshul: Which mage...there is many Great Mages.
Warrior: The Dark mage of Winterhold himself!
Speeshul: Alas! Here, take my enchanted sword and we shall go to battle! But I swear by the Great Sun, if you don't give it back, I will hunt you down!
Warrior: You have my word.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A young wizard once staggered into the city of Whiterun, it was a rainy stormy night, he had scars and bruises, he was a mess. We took him in and he told us about his great journey...
My mother died when I was 4 and my dad was a Petty Thief, but these did not stop me from training my magic, one day, I hoped to be a mage! One day a shadowy man came to our riverside village and declared that all the children were to go with him. My Aunt came to my house and told me to run into the forest, run south!
I did as she said hoping to find something better, that shadowy man did not look nice! I fell into an abandoned cave (Bleak Falls Barrow)...I was unconsious lying there for who knows how long, but when I awoke, I heard grunting noises and flesh being dragged along the ground, I looked around and noticed coffins, alot of coffins, out of nowhere a green arm grabbed me and I felt a searing pain in my leg, I looked down to see my flesh being torn out of my leg by an evil skeleton (Draugr).
*BOOM*
My ears rang and I could not hear anything but a sharp sound like the clanging of metal and it did not stop. I recovered from the...explosion? and continued to run down further and further into the cave, I ran through a spider web as thick as a man, a man was caught in it, screaming something about a gold claw...I didn't care about him, I was selfish, I ran on...grunting noises and arrows whizzing past as I saw a door! This far down? I opened it and went inside, closing it behind me. I found it was a temple with a wall and many symbols on it...but as I walked towards the symbols, I heard many voices and I hard cracking sounds, I turned around to see a skeleton climbing out of its grave, I felt a sudden jolt of energy surge through me and a voice errupted from deep within, such a loud voice, it crushed the skeleton into the rock behind it. I found an opening in the rock and stumbled out to find myself in the middle of nowhere. I collapsed and had an emotional breakdown, my whole family is gone, my aunt...the only person in the world who cared about me, gone! I struggled to my feet and walked many miles before seeing bright lights in the distance. Whiterun.
Living in Whiterun was good, I was Farengaar's assistant and would help around, he'd teach me some tips and tricks daily in exchange for me helping around with customers etc.
But then...the dragons came.
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Oblivion, Borderlands and a few online minecraft servers that were boring.
Why Us: this seems like a perfect r.p with the mix of an epic new release and the simplicity of minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:ALOT_nuff said
IC
Name:Energenix
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:6"2 young man, who is big for his age with a scar over his left eye following his eyebrow. short dark hair folding back, with a face of blank expression
Fears:Silence.
Personality:This boy is respectfull for those who shall share this same aspect with him, happiness briefly escapes from his troubled mind as he hides his personality from all who try and enter it.
Occupation:simple labour worker who longs for adventure.
Skills: Swordsman, Blacksmith
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Energenix silently keeps to himself at a local inn, when he accidently catches the eye of an intoxicated other.
Violent Stranger:"Boy" "What are you looking at?"
Energenix:"I don't want any trouble"
Violent Stranger:"HAH"
*As Energenix looks up, he sees the gleam of a sword as it slices the air that is mere millimeters from his nose.
Energenix: "I told you ONCE, that is all you will GET!"
*Energenix grabs the closest wooden chair and smashes over the drunkards head. Quickly after he realizes everyone in the inn is staring at him, he walks out of the inn without a word.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Energenix had a simple life before his parents separation at the age of 7. He lived with his mother for 3 years until his mother met another man, this was when things became difficult for him.
This man soon became aggressive. The boy found himself waking up in the middle of the night to screams of his mother and the man arguing to the early hours of the morning. The boy lay in bed infuriated by the knowledge that by his small stature, he could not help his mother. after a few years of such emotional torment for Energenix and his mother, the man left without a word.
As the boy grew older his infuriated mind became thoughts of hatred toward the man. Constantly waiting for the day he meets this torturer once again, and finally having the chance...for revenge.
IGN: Seetho
Age: 12 Role-Play Exp.: An Oblivion Minecraft Server, Lord of the Craft, Oblivion and 3 hours of Skyrim :tongue.gif: (Just got it) Why Us: Because you're Skyrim! Duh!!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day
IC
Name: Mhykol
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Dunmer, with long black hair tied into a rogue know.
Fears: Spiders Personality: Sociable, and occasionally violent.
Occupation: Freelance Assassin
Skills: Archery, Stealth and Destruction Magic.
Nickname (Optional): Mhyk RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Guard": Sir, you have been charged with murder and drug use. Follow me to the Jail or pay the fine."Bosmer": Never!The Bosmer then continues to take out his sword. But, he isn't fast enough, and is swiftly cut down.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): The other Dark Elves had always hated Mhykol. He stole their things, killed their friends and burnt their Chicken Houses down to practice their magic. One night, they were sick of it. Opening the door to his schack, their was a stone cold silence, and the other Dunmer charged into his house. Mhykol was instantly awake, and grabbed his bow. Realizing it was useless in these close quarters, he strung on his back, and grabbed some arrows. The Dunmer charged in, and Mhykol used a powerful Fire spell to take them all down. He fled the town soon after, and ran to the nearest city. But, news had reached the guards, and they attempted to arrest him. He shot a Guard off his Horse. and took it. He fled Morrowind, heading for the Skyrim border.
Skyrim was a peaceful enough place, although he couldn't get any money. So, he took up his old job of Freelance assassin. And, then he heard about the Dark Brotherhood...
IGN: Zuriki
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Some, I'm not impartial to RP (I've actually had bad luck trying to find any serious RP servers) I play on a light-RP server frequently on a different game.
Why Us: The RP interests me as well as your choice of plugins.
Time You Can Dedicate: Most of the weekend and some time on most weekdays.
IC
Name: Askari ibn Haidar al-Jurjani (Askari son of Haidar al-Jurjani)
Gender: M
Age: 24
Appearance: 3D Preview
Fears: Failure
Personality: Reserved, but a fearless (figuratively speaking) warrior.
Occupation: Adventurer, Bounty Hunter
Skills: Survivalism, Swordsmanship, Archery
Nickname: Askari, Jurjani
RP Example: It's difficult to write dialogue without some sort of premise but I'll do my best.
Askari> I charge 1000 generic gold pieces for my services
Punter> Thous'n!? 'm not made o' coin!
Askari> There is no negotiating. 1000 gold pieces or nothing.
Punter> 'ow about a slice o' the loot?
Askari> 70-30 split.
Punter> A'ight. I can live wit' 70 percent...
Askari> I meant, 70 for me, 30 for you.
Punter> ...
Punter> Fine! Bur only 'cause nobody else is crazy 'nough to join me...
Backstory:
Askari is descended from Haidar, an infamous scholar who was renowned
for his hands-on research of ancient civilisations. There are many
tales of Haidar's escapades to ancient ruins, and the many battles
that ensued with the undead hordes.
Askari was a disappointment, a failure, in his father's eyes. He did
not inherit the intelligence of his father and was disinterested in
his father's research. But Askari vowed to make his father proud by
becoming a great warrior and hero.
Askari left his homeland at a young age and set sail for the
Minecraftian mainland...
Askari worships Zuriki, a common deity amongst his people. (:
(Not my finest piece of writing, but I think it suffices for a server application)
(Note: The Backstory is wrote more as a general backstory for my Minecraft character, you can swap out Minecraftia for Skyrim if you so please)
Okay, good luck with your server then.
I also did a repost of my app, might want to delete it.
Edit: What is wrong with being a creeper? How would being one make one immature?? Please...tell me!
Edit Edit:
SO WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
Edit Edit Edit: Could a proper admin/mod read my second application.