All I am going to say is good luck, don't start promising things you can not deliver, and enjoy the time you will need to dedicate to writing thousands of lore and creating a lot of work.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/21/2011
Posts:
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Member Details
Before I post this application one thing i must say.
IT LOOKS ****ING BOSS
OOC
IGN: michelne
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I absolutely love roleplaying. I've played lots of dedicated role-playing servers so I know the hang of it.
Why Us: Seems ****ing boss.
Time You Can Dedicate: About a few hours in the weekends? A little bit in the weekdays
IC
Name: Salkis
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Light Brown hair, attractive
Fears: Dragons and getting raided
Personality: Talkative, trustworthy, generous. But when mad, she will go no-gloves on you.
Occupation: Archer OR Mage
Skills: Stealth, Assassination, PvP, Archery, Magic
Nickname (Optional): Salkis RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Salkis's Mother: No! Please leave my child be! Take me instead!
Thieves: Shut up lady! Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: *pleading* Please! I beg you! Just leave my child!
Thieves: I said shut up! I killed your husband. Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: Kill me instead! Leave my child alone!
Thieves: That does it. Take her out. *kills Salkis's mother* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Salkis was brought up as a little sister most of her life. She was raised in the woods, with another companion called Rix. Salkis's mother and father was murdered by thieves when she was almost 7. Her family was in the middle class, working as merchants. After their deaths, the thieves took her into the woods to bury her alive. Fortunately, Rix shot all three members in the hearts just before they put her in her "grave." Salkis was brought up by Rix her most life and is indebted to him. She was trained in the art of Minecraft fighting. She is a natural archer and an assassin. Rix was her mentor and friend. It was hard at times to survive but Salkis luckily knew her family's safe where they stored most their diamonds, iron, and gold. Salkis wandered from town to town with Rix, looking for places to stay permanently. With no luck, they failed.
One day a tragedy struck. It was a cold cold night and the Slime Plague was back. People were dying from the plague and fear was in the air. Rix caught the plague and died. Salkis, with no mentor and friend was speechless. She weeped for days and days. Now she was on her own, in a wild world. She was scared, frightened, and shocked at what had happened. After a few weeks, she regained her health and mental condition. She stayed in a small wooden shack they built. Now, her story continues in this minecraft server...
IGN: Calvin
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: Several servers as well as an active DnD player ;D
Why Us: Because Skyrim makes me drool a little every time I load it up on my computer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Right now about 2-3 hours a day. After I beat Skyrim to my satisfaction? Well let's just say you might get sick of me always being on =P
IC
Name: Graheim
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Upon first glance Graheim is a man of average stature with a rugged beard and dirt caked on to every inch oh him. His hands are callused from what appears to be the rather large axe he has strapped to his back. His eyes are an electric blue that seems to pierce through everything. His hair is a light brown except for red highlights in his beard.
Fears: After getting stuck in a well at the age of 4 Graheim has a fear of tight spaces as well as wells. They just bring back bad memories.
Personality: Graheim is a rather sociable fellow...when he is in a good mood. He loves his friends and will do anything for them. However, if you cross him or his friends he is relentless. He has been known to start physical altercations when someone is talking poorly about his friends. He is also a rather lovely lute player.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Axes, Blacksmithing, Heavy Armor and Barter
Nickname (Optional):Grah
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Graheim sits in his mothers rocking chair with a rose in between his fingers, delicately being twirled. He seems deep in thought when his father comes over.
Father: "What seems to be bothering you Grah?"
Graheim: "It's mom. Can you tell me the story again dad?"
Father: "I've told you a thousand times and I really don't like saying it."
Graheim: "Just again for me? Please?"
Father: "You're mother was killed Grah. Killed protecting you and this family. She died with honor and you should remember her that way."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Graheim family history is a little muddled but he knows of a few things. His great-great-grandfather was a man named Jauffre who died fighting in a glorious battle that his father won't tell him about. Jauffre was his mother's great-grandfather but his father's great-grandfather was a man named Baurus. He knew Jauffre during his lifetime but Graheim does not know under what circumstances. He knows that both his father and mother came from families that were not known to be still alive. His father now lives as a blacksmith making custom orders for the guards and anyone with enough coin.
Graheim recently received a letter from a man named Esbern wanting to talk to him. He mentioned something about Graheim's parents and his true destiny. He also mentioned a group called the Blades which made Graheim feel uneasy about meeting him. He didn't know whether he should ask his father or not what to do. For the past 3 years he had been working hard to become a blacksmith to please his father and hes worried that any distractions now could cause him to lose everything he worked for. He decided to sneak out in the night and find this Esbern and hopefully be back before his father knew he's gone. While he is sneaking out of the village a shadow passed over head startling Graheim. He looked up and nearly fainted as he sees a dragon perched on the guard tower. The guard ran for the alarm but the dragon ate him before he could get there. Then in one big swoop he set all the town houses on fire. Graheim ran behind a stone wall as he watched his home burn. He could hear cries for help from his father so he ran back into town and to his house. He jumped through a fire and saw his father trapped under a burning log. His father told him to go on but not before pulling out a necklace he had never seen before. It was gold with a green gem in the middle. He told him to take the Amulet of the Ansei and let his destiny guide him. Just then the dragon let out a bellow and Graheim ran off into the night.
Before I post this application one thing i must say.
IT LOOKS ****ING BOSS
OOC
IGN: michelne
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I absolutely love roleplaying. I've played lots of dedicated role-playing servers so I know the hang of it.
Why Us: Seems ****ing boss.
Time You Can Dedicate: About a few hours in the weekends? A little bit in the weekdays
IC
Name: Salkis
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Light Brown hair, attractive
Fears: Dragons and getting raided
Personality: Talkative, trustworthy, generous. But when mad, she will go no-gloves on you.
Occupation: Archer OR Mage
Skills: Stealth, Assassination, PvP, Archery, Magic
Nickname (Optional): Salkis RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Salkis's Mother: No! Please leave my child be! Take me instead!
Thieves: Shut up lady! Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: *pleading* Please! I beg you! Just leave my child!
Thieves: I said shut up! I killed your husband. Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: Kill me instead! Leave my child alone!
Thieves: That does it. Take her out. *kills Salkis's mother* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Salkis was brought up as a little sister most of her life. She was raised in the woods, with another companion called Rix. Salkis's mother and father was murdered by thieves when she was almost 7. Her family was in the middle class, working as merchants. After their deaths, the thieves took her into the woods to bury her alive. Fortunately, Rix shot all three members in the hearts just before they put her in her "grave." Salkis was brought up by Rix her most life and is indebted to him. She was trained in the art of Minecraft fighting. She is a natural archer and an assassin. Rix was her mentor and friend. It was hard at times to survive but Salkis luckily knew her family's safe where they stored most their diamonds, iron, and gold. Salkis wandered from town to town with Rix, looking for places to stay permanently. With no luck, they failed.
One day a tragedy struck. It was a cold cold night and the Slime Plague was back. People were dying from the plague and fear was in the air. Rix caught the plague and died. Salkis, with no mentor and friend was speechless. She weeped for days and days. Now she was on her own, in a wild world. She was scared, frightened, and shocked at what had happened. After a few weeks, she regained her health and mental condition. She stayed in a small wooden shack they built. Now, her story continues in this minecraft server...
IGN: Calvin
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: Several servers as well as an active DnD player ;D
Why Us: Because Skyrim makes me drool a little every time I load it up on my computer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Right now about 2-3 hours a day. After I beat Skyrim to my satisfaction? Well let's just say you might get sick of me always being on =P
IC
Name: Graheim
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Upon first glance Graheim is a man of average stature with a rugged beard and dirt caked on to every inch oh him. His hands are callused from what appears to be the rather large axe he has strapped to his back. His eyes are an electric blue that seems to pierce through everything. His hair is a light brown except for red highlights in his beard.
Fears: After getting stuck in a well at the age of 4 Graheim has a fear of tight spaces as well as wells. They just bring back bad memories.
Personality: Graheim is a rather sociable fellow...when he is in a good mood. He loves his friends and will do anything for them. However, if you cross him or his friends he is relentless. He has been known to start physical altercations when someone is talking poorly about his friends. He is also a rather lovely lute player.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Axes, Blacksmithing, Heavy Armor and Barter
Nickname (Optional):Grah
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Graheim sits in his mothers rocking chair with a rose in between his fingers, delicately being twirled. He seems deep in thought when his father comes over.
Father: "What seems to be bothering you Grah?"
Graheim: "It's mom. Can you tell me the story again dad?"
Father: "I've told you a thousand times and I really don't like saying it."
Graheim: "Just again for me? Please?"
Father: "You're mother was killed Grah. Killed protecting you and this family. She died with honor and you should remember her that way."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Graheim family history is a little muddled but he knows of a few things. His great-great-grandfather was a man named Jauffre who died fighting in a glorious battle that his father won't tell him about. Jauffre was his mother's great-grandfather but his father's great-grandfather was a man named Baurus. He knew Jauffre during his lifetime but Graheim does not know under what circumstances. He knows that both his father and mother came from families that were not known to be still alive. His father now lives as a blacksmith making custom orders for the guards and anyone with enough coin.
Graheim recently received a letter from a man named Esbern wanting to talk to him. He mentioned something about Graheim's parents and his true destiny. He also mentioned a group called the Blades which made Graheim feel uneasy about meeting him. He didn't know whether he should ask his father or not what to do. For the past 3 years he had been working hard to become a blacksmith to please his father and hes worried that any distractions now could cause him to lose everything he worked for. He decided to sneak out in the night and find this Esbern and hopefully be back before his father knew he's gone. While he is sneaking out of the village a shadow passed over head startling Graheim. He looked up and nearly fainted as he sees a dragon perched on the guard tower. The guard ran for the alarm but the dragon ate him before he could get there. Then in one big swoop he set all the town houses on fire. Graheim ran behind a stone wall as he watched his home burn. He could hear cries for help from his father so he ran back into town and to his house. He jumped through a fire and saw his father trapped under a burning log. His father told him to go on but not before pulling out a necklace he had never seen before. It was gold with a green gem in the middle. He told him to take the Amulet of the Ansei and let his destiny guide him. Just then the dragon let out a bellow and Graheim ran off into the night.
IGN: Xerxesforver
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: some, not much
Why Us: I <3 SKYRIM and I need a decent server :/
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or more a day
IC
Name: Ikosiast III
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Bosmer Elf (Wood Elf) , manly elf... not those feminine types
Fears: Those big hairy spiders that pop out of no where in caves...
Personality: Tough with a li
Occupation: Smithing
Skills: Smithing, hunter, archer
Nickname (Optional): nicknames are for females
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ikosiast III: *grunt* By the Nine Divines what happened?
*silence*
Ikosiast III: Help! I cannot move! *notices large creature above him* Wait what... what are you?!?!?
Creature: FEIM ZI GRON!
*blackout*
.....
*awakens*
Ikosiast III: *Shivers*
Creature: ZUL MEY GUT!
Ikosiast III: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
*silence*
Creature: Come child of Valenwood, you are needed.
Ikosiast III: *sleeps*
Creature: BWARRRRGGGG!
*screams/ explosions/ awesome epicness of sounds of exploding town and villagers*
Ikosiast III: *awakens* What... where am I? And what the &%#$ is that thing?!?!
Creature: BWARGGG!! *echo*
*the last scream vanishes and all that is heard is the sound of melting village*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born in the province of Valenwood and ran away from home when my brother devoured the flesh of my mother. I never did quite like the cannibalistic nature of my kind. I decided to venture first into the center regions of Tamriel and settled in Cyrodiil during the time of the Oblivion Crisis. During this time I found myself as a lowly thief who knew nothing more than my guild and the Imperial Guard whom did not appreciate me very much. My bow seemed to like them though. During one of my stays at the Inn of Ill Omen, I met a traveler whose named I have forgotten since. He ventured into the basement rather intently. He returned with a bloody dagger. I never did see poor Rufio again. Along with that experience, I left Cyrodiil in venture of Skyrim.
The Skyrim border patrol doesn't appreciate foreigners hopping the border. I was chased down in my group for miles on end until they finally caught us and bound our arms with chains and pushed us into the carriage. I couldn't say that ten minutes later the carriage was broken down and we escaped out the back across a rather small but fast moving river. I was the only one of our group that didn't make it across the river. The current of the freezing water swept me downstream and I blacked out. I woke up to a large scaled creature perched above me. My body was covered in ice and I could barely breath. I heard the creature whisper something along the lines of YO TOOR SHUL. My body was engulfed in warmth and I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I was in a town that was completely destroyed with bodies everywhere and saw the great scaled creature fly away. I am in the town of Helgen which was our groups destination. Why is the town destroyed and bodies everywhere? What was that large creature? Why did it save me? Where is my bow!?!?!?
IGN: Xerxesforver
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: some, not much
Why Us: I <3 SKYRIM and I need a decent server :/
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or more a day
IC
Name: Ikosiast III
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Bosmer Elf (Wood Elf) , manly elf... not those feminine types
Fears: Those big hairy spiders that pop out of no where in caves...
Personality: Tough with a li
Occupation: Smithing
Skills: Smithing, hunter, archer
Nickname (Optional): nicknames are for females
RP Example (Add Dialogue): III
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born in the province of Valenwood and ran away from home when my brother devoured the flesh of my mother. I never did quite like the cannibalistic nature of my kind. I decided to venture first into the center regions of Tamriel and settled in Cyrodiil during the time of the Oblivion Crisis. During this time I found myself as a lowly thief who knew nothing more than my guild and the Imperial Guard whom did not appreciate me very much. My bow seemed to like them though. During one of my stays at the Inn of Ill Omen, I met a traveler whose named I have forgotten since. He ventured into the basement rather intently. He returned with a bloody dagger. I never did see poor Rufio again. Along with that experience, I left Cyrodiil in venture of Skyrim.
The Skyrim border patrol doesn't appreciate foreigners hopping the border. I was chased down in my group for miles on end until they finally caught us and bound our arms with chains and pushed us into the carriage. I couldn't say that ten minutes later the carriage was broken down and we escaped out the back across a rather small but fast moving river. I was the only one of our group that didn't make it across the river. The current of the freezing water swept me downstream and I blacked out. I woke up to a large scaled creature perched above me. My body was covered in ice and I could barely breath. I heard the creature whisper something along the lines of YO TOOR SHUL. My body was engulfed in warmth and I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I was in a town that was completely destroyed with bodies everywhere and saw the great scaled creature fly away. I am in the town of Helgen which was our groups destination. Why is the town destroyed and bodies everywhere? What was that large creature? Why did it save me? Where is my bow!?!?!?
IGN: Gunnerstrip7
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Three years of Garry's mod serious role play, forum play-by-post Role Play, and lite Role Playy
Why Us: Considering this is the ONLY Skyrim server and considering how I love the game I figure if I join here I will get allot more fun out of it then by just playing Skyrim on my own.
Time You Can Dedicate:
IC
Name: Selven
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A man standing at 6'0'' wearing a fur outfit made for long treks, he has a jury-rigged scarf around his neck.
Fears: Death.
Personality: A mysterious man, prefers his loner lifestyle and being alone over being with to many people. He also doesn't talk all the often.
Occupation: Scout, Archer.
Skills: Archery, Swordsmanship, Scouting.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
**Border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil**
**Selven is traveling through into Skyrim with the scarf covering his face, having been fully wrapped around it with the exception of his eyes.**
**Selven spots a small town and heads inside of it**
**Selven moves inside of a building, spotting that it was a bar.**
**Selven sits at the bar and moves his scarf down to his neck, leaving his face revealed.**
**"What'll you have?" The bartender asked, "Wine" was Selven's only response.**
**After paying the bartender and drinking the wine Selven put his scarf over his head again and left to go further into Skyrim**
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
Born the middle-child of two merchants, loneliness was the least of Selven's problems, being surrounded by both an older and a younger brother through his early life in Cyrodiil's Cheydinhal. When he was younger people actually believed him mute until he finally said something to them out of sheer irritation. While this was how his younger life played out, when Selven was in his late teens he took to going out for long treks of the surrounding area of Cheydinhal. Eventually he learned just how dangerous it was outside, that's when he started learning how to use a bow and arrow in case he needed it. He also learned a little of Swordsmanship but never took to it, not having a formal teacher to teach him to do better with it.
It was with this that when Selven turned 18 he decided to travel around Cyrodiil instead of remain at his birthplace for the rest of his life. He started traveling and living in various places in Cyrodiil for various amounts of time, depending on how much he liked the area. When he was twenty-three he was living in Kvatch, which made his final decision even more difficult. He decided it was in his best interest to travel to Skyrim and live there, having always wanted to go to a new land, he didn't think there would be a more favorable place to go. So after making sure he had supplies that would last Selven up and left Kvatch, heading for Skyrim, it took him over a year to make it there, having stopped in various places for supplies and sometimes having to stop to get himself healed of injuries. This is where he presides, still in his wandering ways, wanting to see the land for what it is, having done the same to Cyrodiil.
IGN: Gunnerstrip7
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Three years of Garry's mod serious role play, forum play-by-post Role Play, and lite Role Playy
Why Us: Considering this is the ONLY Skyrim server and considering how I love the game I figure if I join here I will get allot more fun out of it then by just playing Skyrim on my own.
Time You Can Dedicate:
IC
Name: Selven
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A man standing at 6'0'' wearing a fur outfit made for long treks, he has a jury-rigged scarf around his neck.
Fears: Death.
Personality: A mysterious man, prefers his loner lifestyle and being alone over being with to many people. He also doesn't talk all the often.
Occupation: Scout, Archer.
Skills: Archery, Swordsmanship, Scouting.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
**Border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil**
**Selven is traveling through into Skyrim with the scarf covering his face, having been fully wrapped around it with the exception of his eyes.**
**Selven spots a small town and heads inside of it**
**Selven moves inside of a building, spotting that it was a bar.**
**Selven sits at the bar and moves his scarf down to his neck, leaving his face revealed.**
**"What'll you have?" The bartender asked, "Wine" was Selven's only response.**
**After paying the bartender and drinking the wine Selven put his scarf over his head again and left to go further into Skyrim**
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
Born the middle-child of two merchants, loneliness was the least of Selven's problems, being surrounded by both an older and a younger brother through his early life in Cyrodiil's Cheydinhal. When he was younger people actually believed him mute until he finally said something to them out of sheer irritation. While this was how his younger life played out, when Selven was in his late teens he took to going out for long treks of the surrounding area of Cheydinhal. Eventually he learned just how dangerous it was outside, that's when he started learning how to use a bow and arrow in case he needed it. He also learned a little of Swordsmanship but never took to it, not having a formal teacher to teach him to do better with it.
It was with this that when Selven turned 18 he decided to travel around Cyrodiil instead of remain at his birthplace for the rest of his life. He started traveling and living in various places in Cyrodiil for various amounts of time, depending on how much he liked the area. When he was twenty-three he was living in Kvatch, which made his final decision even more difficult. He decided it was in his best interest to travel to Skyrim and live there, having always wanted to go to a new land, he didn't think there would be a more favorable place to go. So after making sure he had supplies that would last Selven up and left Kvatch, heading for Skyrim, it took him over a year to make it there, having stopped in various places for supplies and sometimes having to stop to get himself healed of injuries. This is where he presides, still in his wandering ways, wanting to see the land for what it is, having done the same to Cyrodiil.
Your in luck, I am quite happy right now, ACCEPTED!
IGN:Skylord_eli
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Since 1-2 years ago when MC came out
Why Us:It's Skyrim, in Minecraft, Epicness! :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate:At least the whole day after school, which is 4-8 hours each day (All day on vacations, weekends, etc.
IC
Name:Blueark
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Sleek jet black hair, with brown eyes, and a smirk smile :wink.gif:
Fears:Werewolves, Spriggans, Dragons.
Personality:Brave, a lot of the time, sly at times, and a troublemaker
Occupation:Blacksmith, fighting teacher, and pretty much anything he is up to.
Skills:Enchanting, Restoration, Speech, Alchemy, Destruction and Smithing
Nickname (Optional):Blue
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Blue: "What do you need, ma'am. Lady: An iron sword, with some of the best armor you have.
Blue: Okay, that'd be 20 gold, it will be done in 3 hours, come back soon!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Blueark was a boy or 4 when he got interesting in fighting, he wanted to be like his father, brave, strong, and daring. He wanted to go and fight a dragon like his father many times did. But, on his 15th birthday his father had died from an ancient dragon. He had vowed from that day to kill that very same dragon.
When he hit 22 he had set off into the great beyond of Skyrim and this is where the story begins
IGN: Prowlerz
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT :tongue.gif: I had a server that was RP and have been in a few more like plague
Why Us: Skyrim (based off) in minecraft must be tried... It basically seems like a smart idea.
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe a few hours a day more on weekends...
IC
Name: Zack Romero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: 5'7 Large cut on his leg from an attack.
Fears: Dragons and Father's Killer
Personality: Generally nice unless you **** him off. Can be serious and joke around sometimes.
Occupation: Warrior/Farmer
Skills: Hand-to-Hand combat, Farm/potions, and Ranged combat.
Nickname (Optional): Zack
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mom:"Wake up Zack"
Zack:"Yeah?"
Mom:"Breakfast is ready!"
Zack:"Sweet, Thanks mom."
~after finishing his breakfast
*BOOM*
Zack:"?? What was that??"
Mom: "Herald get out here!"
Dad:"Wha- HOLY COW. Get inside both of you. Go into to panic room!"
*BOOM*
~Zack and his mom run inside
Dad:"Don't touch my family!"
~ A Mysterious Figure comes out of nowhere and swings his sword...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Zack Romero was born in the same house hes lived in his whole life. He loved his parents a lot he would do everything with them, even if he didn't like it, help clean the house, hunt for food, anything. His parents called him the perfect son. He never talked back, he was never rude, he always listened to them like a "perfect son". When he was 8 His parents told him,"You are ready" confused he asked, "Ready for what?". They told him they are both warriors, his dad, hand-to-hand, his mother, ranged combat. Zack wasn't the fastest learner out there, but he was pretty fast. By the age of 11 he was a warrior and a master bowman.
When he was 12 his father was killed by someone who has not been found. After that incident he wanted revenge. The thing is he was scared of him. He thought if that "thing" can kill his father what can the killer do to him. He trained and trained until he was almost too tired to walk. He really wanted revenge. His mother did not want revenge to overwhelm Zack, but he wouldn't listen. His mother was surprised what he said. She couldn't stop her son from revenge. 'Til this day Zack is still training and gathering information on his father's killer.
Wow! In around 12 hours we have had over 100 replies! That is truly amazing. I want to thank every person who applied, was excited, and those who helped create this.
Today I hope to add faction information, town information, lore, more sexy banners, etc.
A lot of cool stuff, pretty much.
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Wow! In around 12 hours we have had over 100 replies! That is truly amazing. I want to thank every person who applied, was excited, and those who helped create this.
Today I hope to add faction information, town information, lore, more sexy banners, etc.
IGN:Chris1108
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: A little bit, havn't played on alot of RP servers, but i learn fast!
Why Us: You sound like an amazingly cool server that i can really enjoy
Time You Can Dedicate: Alot, up to 15 hours a day
IC
Name: Kaiser of Durheim
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A coarse scruffy beard, with puffy cheeks and the expression of war, very masculine
Fears: Only the strongest of warriors can strike fear into my eyes
Personality: Friendly, but extremely cruel if handled the wrong way
Occupation: Killing and raising my empire
Skills: Swordsman ship, picked up some engineering while passing through a dwarvern town.
Nickname (Optional): Brute of One Thousand Men
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Me: You dare challenge me in your path Hero!?!
Traveler: Ive always wanted to test my skill on someone as worthy as you . . .
Me: You shall not live another day in the path of thy destruction that i will bring upon you. I give you one more chance, Move or die.
Traveler:Your underestimating my sk-
"I knock the sword out of his hand and roundhouse kick him into a tree"
Me: Are you satisfied?
Traveler: Please forgive me, spare my soul!!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) Kaiser, born and raised in the great city of Durheim. Mother and father killed by the empire when he was 12. After that event had taken place, he decided to protect everyone he could taking on hellish training. When he was 16 he was named Kaiser of Durheim for taking down 300 men in The War of The Blessed. Kaiser moved out to live in any place in which he could find, living freely and giving no mercy to those who stand in his way. When he was 20 he returned to Durheim to propose to his long love Demitre, who was already married with 3 children. So anger stricken, he destroyed 18 houses and killed 184 people. His head was now placed at a bounty of 50,000 gold in which he was not bothered by in the bit. Years passed as he continued to demolish the lives of many until he wandered into this unforsaken land. This land is . . . SkyRim
Why thank you, kind sir!
Click above for my Texture Pack ModernCraft. (Yes I updated it.)
IT LOOKS ****ING BOSS
OOC
IGN: michelne
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I absolutely love roleplaying. I've played lots of dedicated role-playing servers so I know the hang of it.
Why Us: Seems ****ing boss.
Time You Can Dedicate: About a few hours in the weekends? A little bit in the weekdays
IC
Name: Salkis
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Light Brown hair, attractive
Fears: Dragons and getting raided
Personality: Talkative, trustworthy, generous. But when mad, she will go no-gloves on you.
Occupation: Archer OR Mage
Skills: Stealth, Assassination, PvP, Archery, Magic
Nickname (Optional): Salkis
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Salkis's Mother: No! Please leave my child be! Take me instead!
Thieves: Shut up lady! Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: *pleading* Please! I beg you! Just leave my child!
Thieves: I said shut up! I killed your husband. Don't make me kill you!
Salkis's Mother: Kill me instead! Leave my child alone!
Thieves: That does it. Take her out. *kills Salkis's mother*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Salkis was brought up as a little sister most of her life. She was raised in the woods, with another companion called Rix. Salkis's mother and father was murdered by thieves when she was almost 7. Her family was in the middle class, working as merchants. After their deaths, the thieves took her into the woods to bury her alive. Fortunately, Rix shot all three members in the hearts just before they put her in her "grave." Salkis was brought up by Rix her most life and is indebted to him. She was trained in the art of Minecraft fighting. She is a natural archer and an assassin. Rix was her mentor and friend. It was hard at times to survive but Salkis luckily knew her family's safe where they stored most their diamonds, iron, and gold. Salkis wandered from town to town with Rix, looking for places to stay permanently. With no luck, they failed.
One day a tragedy struck. It was a cold cold night and the Slime Plague was back. People were dying from the plague and fear was in the air. Rix caught the plague and died. Salkis, with no mentor and friend was speechless. She weeped for days and days. Now she was on her own, in a wild world. She was scared, frightened, and shocked at what had happened. After a few weeks, she regained her health and mental condition. She stayed in a small wooden shack they built. Now, her story continues in this minecraft server...
IGN: Calvin
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: Several servers as well as an active DnD player ;D
Why Us: Because Skyrim makes me drool a little every time I load it up on my computer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Right now about 2-3 hours a day. After I beat Skyrim to my satisfaction? Well let's just say you might get sick of me always being on =P
IC
Name: Graheim
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Upon first glance Graheim is a man of average stature with a rugged beard and dirt caked on to every inch oh him. His hands are callused from what appears to be the rather large axe he has strapped to his back. His eyes are an electric blue that seems to pierce through everything. His hair is a light brown except for red highlights in his beard.
Fears: After getting stuck in a well at the age of 4 Graheim has a fear of tight spaces as well as wells. They just bring back bad memories.
Personality: Graheim is a rather sociable fellow...when he is in a good mood. He loves his friends and will do anything for them. However, if you cross him or his friends he is relentless. He has been known to start physical altercations when someone is talking poorly about his friends. He is also a rather lovely lute player.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Axes, Blacksmithing, Heavy Armor and Barter
Nickname (Optional):Grah
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Graheim sits in his mothers rocking chair with a rose in between his fingers, delicately being twirled. He seems deep in thought when his father comes over.
Father: "What seems to be bothering you Grah?"
Graheim: "It's mom. Can you tell me the story again dad?"
Father: "I've told you a thousand times and I really don't like saying it."
Graheim: "Just again for me? Please?"
Father: "You're mother was killed Grah. Killed protecting you and this family. She died with honor and you should remember her that way."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Graheim family history is a little muddled but he knows of a few things. His great-great-grandfather was a man named Jauffre who died fighting in a glorious battle that his father won't tell him about. Jauffre was his mother's great-grandfather but his father's great-grandfather was a man named Baurus. He knew Jauffre during his lifetime but Graheim does not know under what circumstances. He knows that both his father and mother came from families that were not known to be still alive. His father now lives as a blacksmith making custom orders for the guards and anyone with enough coin.
Graheim recently received a letter from a man named Esbern wanting to talk to him. He mentioned something about Graheim's parents and his true destiny. He also mentioned a group called the Blades which made Graheim feel uneasy about meeting him. He didn't know whether he should ask his father or not what to do. For the past 3 years he had been working hard to become a blacksmith to please his father and hes worried that any distractions now could cause him to lose everything he worked for. He decided to sneak out in the night and find this Esbern and hopefully be back before his father knew he's gone. While he is sneaking out of the village a shadow passed over head startling Graheim. He looked up and nearly fainted as he sees a dragon perched on the guard tower. The guard ran for the alarm but the dragon ate him before he could get there. Then in one big swoop he set all the town houses on fire. Graheim ran behind a stone wall as he watched his home burn. He could hear cries for help from his father so he ran back into town and to his house. He jumped through a fire and saw his father trapped under a burning log. His father told him to go on but not before pulling out a necklace he had never seen before. It was gold with a green gem in the middle. He told him to take the Amulet of the Ansei and let his destiny guide him. Just then the dragon let out a bellow and Graheim ran off into the night.
Make it related to skyrim somehow, DENIED.
ACCEPTED, nice use of oblivion.
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: dragon
Why Us: cus i like skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate:dont know what you mean??
Ok, so obviously you are either a 10 year old or you suck at life. DENIED.
Yes, no, maybe so. I gotta ask colbinle and I'll get back to you.
IGN: Xerxesforver
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: some, not much
Why Us: I <3 SKYRIM and I need a decent server :/
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or more a day
IC
Name: Ikosiast III
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Bosmer Elf (Wood Elf) , manly elf... not those feminine types
Fears: Those big hairy spiders that pop out of no where in caves...
Personality: Tough with a li
Occupation: Smithing
Skills: Smithing, hunter, archer
Nickname (Optional): nicknames are for females
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ikosiast III: *grunt* By the Nine Divines what happened?
*silence*
Ikosiast III: Help! I cannot move! *notices large creature above him* Wait what... what are you?!?!?
Creature: FEIM ZI GRON!
*blackout*
.....
*awakens*
Ikosiast III: *Shivers*
Creature: ZUL MEY GUT!
Ikosiast III: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
*silence*
Creature: Come child of Valenwood, you are needed.
Ikosiast III: *sleeps*
Creature: BWARRRRGGGG!
*screams/ explosions/ awesome epicness of sounds of exploding town and villagers*
Ikosiast III: *awakens* What... where am I? And what the &%#$ is that thing?!?!
Creature: BWARGGG!! *echo*
*the last scream vanishes and all that is heard is the sound of melting village*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born in the province of Valenwood and ran away from home when my brother devoured the flesh of my mother. I never did quite like the cannibalistic nature of my kind. I decided to venture first into the center regions of Tamriel and settled in Cyrodiil during the time of the Oblivion Crisis. During this time I found myself as a lowly thief who knew nothing more than my guild and the Imperial Guard whom did not appreciate me very much. My bow seemed to like them though. During one of my stays at the Inn of Ill Omen, I met a traveler whose named I have forgotten since. He ventured into the basement rather intently. He returned with a bloody dagger. I never did see poor Rufio again. Along with that experience, I left Cyrodiil in venture of Skyrim.
The Skyrim border patrol doesn't appreciate foreigners hopping the border. I was chased down in my group for miles on end until they finally caught us and bound our arms with chains and pushed us into the carriage. I couldn't say that ten minutes later the carriage was broken down and we escaped out the back across a rather small but fast moving river. I was the only one of our group that didn't make it across the river. The current of the freezing water swept me downstream and I blacked out. I woke up to a large scaled creature perched above me. My body was covered in ice and I could barely breath. I heard the creature whisper something along the lines of YO TOOR SHUL. My body was engulfed in warmth and I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I was in a town that was completely destroyed with bodies everywhere and saw the great scaled creature fly away. I am in the town of Helgen which was our groups destination. Why is the town destroyed and bodies everywhere? What was that large creature? Why did it save me? Where is my bow!?!?!?
You forgot the rp example.
IGN: Gunnerstrip7
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Three years of Garry's mod serious role play, forum play-by-post Role Play, and lite Role Playy
Why Us: Considering this is the ONLY Skyrim server and considering how I love the game I figure if I join here I will get allot more fun out of it then by just playing Skyrim on my own.
Time You Can Dedicate:
IC
Name: Selven
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A man standing at 6'0'' wearing a fur outfit made for long treks, he has a jury-rigged scarf around his neck.
Fears: Death.
Personality: A mysterious man, prefers his loner lifestyle and being alone over being with to many people. He also doesn't talk all the often.
Occupation: Scout, Archer.
Skills: Archery, Swordsmanship, Scouting.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
**Border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil**
**Selven is traveling through into Skyrim with the scarf covering his face, having been fully wrapped around it with the exception of his eyes.**
**Selven spots a small town and heads inside of it**
**Selven moves inside of a building, spotting that it was a bar.**
**Selven sits at the bar and moves his scarf down to his neck, leaving his face revealed.**
**"What'll you have?" The bartender asked, "Wine" was Selven's only response.**
**After paying the bartender and drinking the wine Selven put his scarf over his head again and left to go further into Skyrim**
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
Born the middle-child of two merchants, loneliness was the least of Selven's problems, being surrounded by both an older and a younger brother through his early life in Cyrodiil's Cheydinhal. When he was younger people actually believed him mute until he finally said something to them out of sheer irritation. While this was how his younger life played out, when Selven was in his late teens he took to going out for long treks of the surrounding area of Cheydinhal. Eventually he learned just how dangerous it was outside, that's when he started learning how to use a bow and arrow in case he needed it. He also learned a little of Swordsmanship but never took to it, not having a formal teacher to teach him to do better with it.
It was with this that when Selven turned 18 he decided to travel around Cyrodiil instead of remain at his birthplace for the rest of his life. He started traveling and living in various places in Cyrodiil for various amounts of time, depending on how much he liked the area. When he was twenty-three he was living in Kvatch, which made his final decision even more difficult. He decided it was in his best interest to travel to Skyrim and live there, having always wanted to go to a new land, he didn't think there would be a more favorable place to go. So after making sure he had supplies that would last Selven up and left Kvatch, heading for Skyrim, it took him over a year to make it there, having stopped in various places for supplies and sometimes having to stop to get himself healed of injuries. This is where he presides, still in his wandering ways, wanting to see the land for what it is, having done the same to Cyrodiil.
Your in luck, I am quite happy right now, ACCEPTED!
IGN:Skylord_eli
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Since 1-2 years ago when MC came out
Why Us:It's Skyrim, in Minecraft, Epicness! :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate:At least the whole day after school, which is 4-8 hours each day (All day on vacations, weekends, etc.
IC
Name:Blueark
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Sleek jet black hair, with brown eyes, and a smirk smile :wink.gif:
Fears:Werewolves, Spriggans, Dragons.
Personality:Brave, a lot of the time, sly at times, and a troublemaker
Occupation:Blacksmith, fighting teacher, and pretty much anything he is up to.
Skills:Enchanting, Restoration, Speech, Alchemy, Destruction and Smithing
Nickname (Optional):Blue
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Blue: "What do you need, ma'am. Lady: An iron sword, with some of the best armor you have.
Blue: Okay, that'd be 20 gold, it will be done in 3 hours, come back soon!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Blueark was a boy or 4 when he got interesting in fighting, he wanted to be like his father, brave, strong, and daring. He wanted to go and fight a dragon like his father many times did. But, on his 15th birthday his father had died from an ancient dragon. He had vowed from that day to kill that very same dragon.
When he hit 22 he had set off into the great beyond of Skyrim and this is where the story begins
IGN: Prowlerz
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT :tongue.gif: I had a server that was RP and have been in a few more like plague
Why Us: Skyrim (based off) in minecraft must be tried... It basically seems like a smart idea.
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe a few hours a day more on weekends...
IC
Name: Zack Romero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: 5'7 Large cut on his leg from an attack.
Fears: Dragons and Father's Killer
Personality: Generally nice unless you **** him off. Can be serious and joke around sometimes.
Occupation: Warrior/Farmer
Skills: Hand-to-Hand combat, Farm/potions, and Ranged combat.
Nickname (Optional): Zack
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mom:"Wake up Zack"
Zack:"Yeah?"
Mom:"Breakfast is ready!"
Zack:"Sweet, Thanks mom."
~after finishing his breakfast
*BOOM*
Zack:"?? What was that??"
Mom: "Herald get out here!"
Dad:"Wha- HOLY COW. Get inside both of you. Go into to panic room!"
*BOOM*
~Zack and his mom run inside
Dad:"Don't touch my family!"
~ A Mysterious Figure comes out of nowhere and swings his sword...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Zack Romero was born in the same house hes lived in his whole life. He loved his parents a lot he would do everything with them, even if he didn't like it, help clean the house, hunt for food, anything. His parents called him the perfect son. He never talked back, he was never rude, he always listened to them like a "perfect son". When he was 8 His parents told him,"You are ready" confused he asked, "Ready for what?". They told him they are both warriors, his dad, hand-to-hand, his mother, ranged combat. Zack wasn't the fastest learner out there, but he was pretty fast. By the age of 11 he was a warrior and a master bowman.
When he was 12 his father was killed by someone who has not been found. After that incident he wanted revenge. The thing is he was scared of him. He thought if that "thing" can kill his father what can the killer do to him. He trained and trained until he was almost too tired to walk. He really wanted revenge. His mother did not want revenge to overwhelm Zack, but he wouldn't listen. His mother was surprised what he said. She couldn't stop her son from revenge. 'Til this day Zack is still training and gathering information on his father's killer.
Today I hope to add faction information, town information, lore, more sexy banners, etc.
A lot of cool stuff, pretty much.
Can't wait. You'll see me again soon!
Colb says yes!
IGN:Chris1108
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: A little bit, havn't played on alot of RP servers, but i learn fast!
Why Us: You sound like an amazingly cool server that i can really enjoy
Time You Can Dedicate: Alot, up to 15 hours a day
IC
Name: Kaiser of Durheim
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A coarse scruffy beard, with puffy cheeks and the expression of war, very masculine
Fears: Only the strongest of warriors can strike fear into my eyes
Personality: Friendly, but extremely cruel if handled the wrong way
Occupation: Killing and raising my empire
Skills: Swordsman ship, picked up some engineering while passing through a dwarvern town.
Nickname (Optional): Brute of One Thousand Men
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Me: You dare challenge me in your path Hero!?!
Traveler: Ive always wanted to test my skill on someone as worthy as you . . .
Me: You shall not live another day in the path of thy destruction that i will bring upon you. I give you one more chance, Move or die.
Traveler:Your underestimating my sk-
"I knock the sword out of his hand and roundhouse kick him into a tree"
Me: Are you satisfied?
Traveler: Please forgive me, spare my soul!!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) Kaiser, born and raised in the great city of Durheim. Mother and father killed by the empire when he was 12. After that event had taken place, he decided to protect everyone he could taking on hellish training. When he was 16 he was named Kaiser of Durheim for taking down 300 men in The War of The Blessed. Kaiser moved out to live in any place in which he could find, living freely and giving no mercy to those who stand in his way. When he was 20 he returned to Durheim to propose to his long love Demitre, who was already married with 3 children. So anger stricken, he destroyed 18 houses and killed 184 people. His head was now placed at a bounty of 50,000 gold in which he was not bothered by in the bit. Years passed as he continued to demolish the lives of many until he wandered into this unforsaken land. This land is . . . SkyRim