Denied. I want more content in the backroundstory first of all. And please if we continue like this the server will be filled with Dragonslaying super assassin-Mages who is super "badass" with scars everywhere! but i cant decide who your character is going to be. just a heads up DONT MAKE UR CHARACTER SUPER BADASS IF U WANNA GET ACCEPTED!
I also want to know how your character reacts to sudden actions and conversations. REPOOOOST
I have to add to this as well.
You guys need to be more original. You will be more likely to be noticed and accepted if you actually put some thought in to your apps.
DO NOT half ass it and be like "I could ues a swrd by age 11 and killed a dragon!!!111"
This. I mean, come on! I think so far my character is the only one that is really a "screw-up" from what I've seen.
Mines just a guard XD because from my abilities that's all I'll be useful for on the server, as for what I am in Skyrim... That's a different story... Level 28 deadric armor TEHE <:3 (Can't forget that one deadric dudes mace of death and dawn breaker, or my glass sword of devouring >:biggrin.gif:)
Mines just a guard XD because from my abilities that's all I'll be useful for on the server, as for what I am in Skyrim... That's a different story... Level 28 deadric armor TEHE <:3
I'm hoping to pick up the game sometime this week.
You'll soon find that the game is worth it, and that your selling your soul to the Oblivian....
I'll probably end up playing Oblivion again. Oh, and am I missing something? Every time you post, your count stays at 42, and I see your title and it scares me...
I'll probably end up playing Oblivion again. Oh, and am I missing something? Every time you post, your count stays at 42, and I see your title and it scares me...
I can honestly say, I have no clue why that's like that XD and yeah I remember being in the Dark Brotherhood as a shadow scale, so fun *tears a little* and, and when Nords looked like they had mental conditions *begins to cry* and when I had Umbra! *Falls on knees crying* But yeah a great game that was :biggrin.gif: I should play arena some time, see how they started their franchise and work up to Skyrim. (Oh and my title is normal now XD)
Role-Play Exp.: Drama Classes, Your Fallout server (RIP WNC), I role play for fun in the middle of conversations.
Why Us: Because I cannot get Skyrim until the holidays, I miss Fallout WNc, and I will not disappoint you.
Time You Can Dedicate: Currently, my Minecraft computer is crashed (why I haven't been on WNC), but as soon as it is fixed (should be a few days), I can dedicate hours.
IC
Name: Han-Za Glorkurab
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: I don't look pretty. I'm half orc, half argonian. Ask me not how it happened. I have red hide of argonian, but structure and strength of orc.
Fears: Imperial men. They no like me, I no like them. Is mutual hatred. Also, all elven men. Now that I think about it, those are more like hatreds than fears. Oh, I am terrified of spiders. Ugh.
Personality: I not so good with the speaking, but good joke, I can do. I like to cut loose, get drunk, and have good time with lady of any race.
Occupation: If you got the gold, I can do anything. Except the public speaking, and cuddling up with Imperial scum.
Skills: I'm handy with sword and axe, I also dabble in conjuration. I was good thief as child, but rusty now.
Nickname (Optional): Call me Han the Glorious! Champion of Black Marsh! ******* son of an Orc Barbarian! AHAHAHAHA!
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial: Stop right there criminal scum!
Han-Za: I am scum? I have never bullied or conquered poor argonians. Can you say same, tin man?
Imperial: Pay your fine or serve the court sentence! Your stolen goods are now forfeit!
Han-Za: Last time I check, Empire have no jurisdiction here. You are the one breaking laws, mister.
Imperial: PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!
Han-Za: Ah, I needed a good fight!
(Han-Za pounds Imperial with his warhammer. He re-animates the dead body to do a stupid dance, and kills it again).
Han-Za: Hope you rot, criminal scum!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Ever seen an argonian lady get raped by orc warrior? Neither have I, but apparently that's how I got here. I was raised by argonian gypsies, travelling merchants who took me across Tamriel. I never really was exposed to Black Marsh traditions like Naming Day. Unlike most of my kind, I could not change gender. I suppose this is good thing, as I like women, but not enough to be one. I spent my youth getting into all kinds of trouble. Pickpocketing, lockpicking, all fun. Until one day, I stole from a powerful mage. I read a book about summoning undead to do my whim. I then pledged to devote my time to mastering the dark arts. Then I got bored and took up drinking. Ahahahahaha!
The summoning thing was fun, I used it as a parlor trick for parties. I was 13 when I summoned my first zombie, had my first drink, slept with my first harlot, and went to my first Imperial Prison. What a night that was! I slept in a cell across from a dunmer who kept shouting insults at me. I heard some Dark Brotherhood lackey took care of him. Anyway, I ran away from my "family" when I was 15. The past 17 years have been a constant cycle of drinking, screwing, fighting, and jailing. I have no idea why the guard never wised up and put my head on a chopping block. Skyrim, ah, Skyrim. This is the place to be! Endless adventure, bottomless pockets, fully stocked taverns, and enough sleazy barmaids to give Akatosh witless pox! I've done nothing here but have good times, and I pray to the Hist that those dragons I've heard about don't spoil the fun.
Oh, did he write it here, or did he tell you?
if he did write it somewhere here, i mustn't have looked good enough, and then i'm sorry. if he said it to you, then tell him i said thanks :smile.gif:
I said yes. Go ahead and make it whenever.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
IGN:Davaar
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: About 1 year in minecraft, 6 in other games.
Why Us: Because i love skyrim and minecraft and you just created the greatest idea ever.
Time You Can Dedicate:A lot, on my laptop right now so i sometimes get headaches from the bad fps. but when my big pc gets fixed ill be on 5+ hours
IC
Name:Olaf
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:26
Appearance: Strong hearty and worn down from the mass amounts of battle and murder i has indured.
Fears: The krakens
Personality: Ready for a battle, yet humorous at the wrong times.
Occupation: Explorer miner and castle creator.
Skills: Resistant to cold, great axe user.
Nickname (Optional): n/a
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Olaf "Man the harpoons! this ones a biggun'" viking "Olaf! starboard, the kraken is coming at us head on!" Olaf "I love it when they fight first"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):On an uncharted continent beyond Valoran's grasping clutches, the conqueror named Olaf was born to a long tradition of soldiers unlike most others. Berserkers, as they tout themselves, are warriors who channel fury deep from their cores, unleashing pure and savage wrath upon their enemies. This fearsome evolution is a product of their unforgiving home, Lokfar - a barren tundra where all creatures must vie bitterly for every resource. Olaf belonged to a seafaring clan known for ruthlessly pillaging any and all villages within reach of their dragon-crested longboats. The last time he saw his icy home, Olaf was embarking on an expedition to pioneer and plunder a distant land known only to legend. However, while underway, a terrible storm sprung up and Olaf and his crew were thrown to the mercy of a roiling and pitiless sea.
His ship destroyed, his crew nowhere to be found, Olaf miraculously washed up untold miles from ''friendly'' waters on the foreign shores of Valoran, south of Demacia. This unfamiliar place stunned and frightened the Berserker, for Lokfar is not privy to such potent magicians. Approaching them, Olaf hoped that they could use their mysterious powers to send him back to his people. A bargain was struck. Olaf would use his awesome prowess as a warrior to serve the unusual wars of Valoran in the League of Legends, and in exchange the sorcerers would find him a way to return. Despite his participation in the League, Olaf knows better than to trust the ''finger wagglers'' that run the Institute of War. He deliberately keeps details of his life and home from them. After all, with enough information, they would most certainly find the Lokfarians and dominate them as they have dominated all of Valoran, keeping both quietly -- and unwittingly -- in their thrall.
Beware the war cry of the Berserker. What surges toward you is unyielding, free from the shackles of reason.
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: and im a good fan of the Elder scrolls story
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):
as a kid in the Wastelands of Skyrim 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! i decided to join the imperial army and slay the dragon overhead the town with the army after that i quit due to the loss of my eye.
OOC IGN: RedHerobrine Age: 15 Role-Play Exp.: I haven't had much RP servers. I've been to maybe 3-6 I don't remember but I do know what to do and will understand whats going on. Why Us: Mainly because the server looks real cool. I like all the things you are gonna add, and hey! Who doesn't like an unlimited ram server...? Time You Can Dedicate: 2-6 hours on weekdays. More on weekends
IC
Name: Carlos Sprinkle
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, 5'5 very short beard.
Fears: Mainly, snakes.
Personality: Is hardly ever serious even at moments at great importance, makes bad jokes around to lightin the mood, and makes lots of mistakes, but learns from them. Most the time anyway.
Occupation: Apprentice
Skills: Is an ace of all trades yet only knows basic forms of his knowledge. Can make a friend outta almost anybody.
Nickname (Optional): Red
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Current master: "Hurry! Before they catch us."
Red: "Quit your whining, i'm almost through."
CM: "Hurry along if they catch us, i'm leaving you for dead."
Red: "Thanks."
...
Cm: "Whats that?"
Red: "What's what?"
Cm: "You don't see it?"
Red: "No...."
Red: "Ohhh woah. Just wait till the people at home hear about this."
Cm: "RUN!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Carlos had a family. He remembers a lot but it's faint. He remembers his family as farmers. They grew wheat and sold it on the town market. It was Carlos's job to sell it. During the winters it was very hard. Seeing as tho the only thing keeping his family afloat wouldn't be able to grow. So most the time he would have to wake at 5:00 am in the the morning to walk 4 hours to the nearest town to work grueling odd jobs. He would get paid very small amounts, and would be very cold to do the jobs, but he really needed the money so he suffered thru. Because of this he got a pretty strong resistance to the cold. Once his little brother became of age to do work at home and start to farm, Carlos decided to leave home. He knew it would hurt his mom and dad but he would come back one day. One day. With tons of money. So much money they would never have to farm again!
And so Carlos left the farm before leaving a note on his desk explaining everything to his mom and dad. Wishing them goodbye in their sleep he set out to the cold dark world. Carlos traveled town to town, usually with a new master, to study, and learn the basics but leaving before he could learn more, usually leaving before his master woke and stole various objects, making new masters and leaving old ones left him with always a longing for more. He has gone thru a lot but because he had to leave school to help out at the farm he isn't very educated. Also not very strong but is willing to try almost anything. Carlos has never takin a life. Ever. He has killed animals for leather and food but they don't count. Currently "Red" and his new master are crossing boundaries unto a new land his master calls,..."Skyrim"
IGN: _Mr_Pickles
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have a little RP experience from the Fallout: WNC
Why Us: I absolutely love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: I will play around 3-4 hours each day depending on who is on.
IC
Name: Louis
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Redguard, wears fancy clothes and keeps a dagger underneath them should the need arise
Fears: Glendale witches, Sheogorath
Personality: A man who can bring smiles on the darkest of days, can usually be found at a pub singing with the bards or wooing the ladies
Occupation: Traveling merchant
Skills: Farming, Archery, espionage
Nickname (Optional): Shadow
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Louis “I can’t believe I have to do guard duty as part of my community service” *nearby rustling*
Louis *raises sword and shield* “Who goes there!”
Stranger “quiet down you’ll scare them”
Louis “What are you talking about?”
Stranger “Come here and take a look”
*As I get behind a rock I find a nearby spring where some of the ladies have started to use as a bath*
Louis “This is so much better than guard duty”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I grew up in a nice little town called Whiterun. It had inns, two exceptional blacksmiths, and was pretty much the trading center of Skyrim. Life in Whiterun was pretty normal, you had all the goods nearby you could wants for a price, and for those feeling adventurous there were nearby caves and burrows to explore. I truly loved living here, there was always something to do, people to see, and animals to hunt. I spent most of my time trading with the locals, hunting in the nearby woods, and spending my earnings in the local pub. I guess you could say I was a normal citizen of skyrim, I never went exploring caves or burrows, and I never went to far from home in fear of what I would find and even though I envy the adventurers that explore dungeons and fight monsters I couldn’t sum up the strength to do what they do. I didn’t have the aptitude to perform devastating spells or brew potions and poisons, I wasn’t that great with any weapon besides my dagger and bow, and I doubt any town is looking for a citizen that can pawn off your goods at a fair price and swing a sword like an apprentice companion to be their thane. But mark my words one day I will become a thane and prove I could do more than just pawn off crap for drinking money even if it means leaving the safety of whiterun. Then when I return a hero I will even ask Aela the huntress of the companions for her hand in marriage.
Role-Play Exp.: Drama Classes, Your Fallout server (RIP WNC), I role play for fun in the middle of conversations.
Why Us: Because I cannot get Skyrim until the holidays, I miss Fallout WNc, and I will not disappoint you.
Time You Can Dedicate: Currently, my Minecraft computer is crashed (why I haven't been on WNC), but as soon as it is fixed (should be a few days), I can dedicate hours.
IC
Name: Han-Za Glorkurab
Race: Half Orc, Half Argonian. I am Orcgonian! AHAHAHA!
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: I have red hide of argonian, but structure and strength of orc.
Fears: Imperial men. They no like me, I no like them. Is mutual hatred. Also, all elven men. Now that I think about it, those are more like hatreds than fears. Oh, I am terrified of spiders. Ugh.
Personality: I not so good with the speaking, but good joke, I can do. I like to cut loose, get drunk, and have good time with lady of any race.
Occupation: If you got the gold, I can do anything. Except the public speaking, and cuddling up with Imperial scum.
Skills: I'm handy with sword and axe, I also dabble in conjuration. I was good thief as child, but rusty now.
Nickname (Optional): Call me Han the Glorious! Champion of Black Marsh! ******* son of an Orc Barbarian! AHAHAHAHA!
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial: Stop right there criminal scum!
Han-Za: I am scum? I have never bullied or conquered poor argonians. Can you say same, tin man?
Imperial: Pay your fine or serve the court sentence! Your stolen goods are now forfeit!
Han-Za: Last time I check, Empire have no jurisdiction here. You are the one breaking laws, mister.
Imperial: PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!
Han-Za: Ah, I needed a good fight!
(Han-Za pounds Imperial with his warhammer, but the Imperial is barely harmed. Everyone in the tavern joins in on the scrap. Han-Za re-animates the dead body of the Imperial to do a stupid dance, and kills it again, much to the tavern goers'delight).
Han-Za: Hope you rot, criminal scum!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Ever seen an argonian lady get raped by orc warrior? Neither have I, but apparently that's how I got here. I was raised by argonian gypsies, travelling merchants who took me across Tamriel. I never really was exposed to Black Marsh traditions like Naming Day. Unlike most of my kind, I could not change gender. I suppose this is good thing, as I like women, but not enough to be one. I spent my youth getting into all kinds of trouble. Pickpocketing, lockpicking, all fun. Until one day, I stole from a powerful mage. I read a book about summoning undead to do my whim. I then pledged to devote my time to mastering the dark arts. Then I got bored and took up drinking. Ahahahahaha!
The summoning thing was fun, I used it as a parlor trick for parties. I was 13 when I summoned my first zombie, had my first drink, slept with my first harlot, and went to my first Imperial Prison. What a night that was! I slept in a cell across from a dunmer who kept shouting insults at me. I heard some Dark Brotherhood lackey took care of him. Anyway, I ran away from my "family" when I was 15. The past 17 years have been a constant cycle of drinking, screwing, fighting, and jailing. I have no idea why the guard never wised up and put my head on a chopping block. Skyrim, ah, Skyrim. This is the place to be! Endless adventure, bottomless pockets, fully stocked taverns, and enough sleazy barmaids to give Akatosh witless pox! I've done nothing here but have good times, and I pray to the Hist that those dragons I've heard about don't spoil the fun
Woah woah woah. You cannot just go around claiming it is the best Rp server ever created. Its like saying Minecraft is the only survival game. Its just... No.
Although, your other server does look good. Maybe I'll give it a chance. :biggrin.gif:
I have to add to this as well.
You guys need to be more original. You will be more likely to be noticed and accepted if you actually put some thought in to your apps.
DO NOT half ass it and be like "I could ues a swrd by age 11 and killed a dragon!!!111"
This. I mean, come on! I think so far my character is the only one that is really a "screw-up" from what I've seen.
Mines just a guard XD because from my abilities that's all I'll be useful for on the server, as for what I am in Skyrim... That's a different story... Level 28 deadric armor TEHE <:3 (Can't forget that one deadric dudes mace of death and dawn breaker, or my glass sword of devouring >:biggrin.gif:)
I'm hoping to pick up the game sometime this week.
You'll soon find that the game is worth it, and that your selling your soul to the Oblivian....
I'll probably end up playing Oblivion again. Oh, and am I missing something? Every time you post, your count stays at 42, and I see your title and it scares me...
I can honestly say, I have no clue why that's like that XD and yeah I remember being in the Dark Brotherhood as a shadow scale, so fun *tears a little* and, and when Nords looked like they had mental conditions *begins to cry* and when I had Umbra! *Falls on knees crying* But yeah a great game that was :biggrin.gif: I should play arena some time, see how they started their franchise and work up to Skyrim. (Oh and my title is normal now XD)
Maybe if you people started making applications that were good, we would accept more people. Good day, Sir.
Quality over quantity. I give you people an infinite amount or tries, and if you keep on failing then you're to blame.
IGN: UFOJockey
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Drama Classes, Your Fallout server (RIP WNC), I role play for fun in the middle of conversations.
Why Us: Because I cannot get Skyrim until the holidays, I miss Fallout WNc, and I will not disappoint you.
Time You Can Dedicate: Currently, my Minecraft computer is crashed (why I haven't been on WNC), but as soon as it is fixed (should be a few days), I can dedicate hours.
IC
Name: Han-Za Glorkurab
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: I don't look pretty. I'm half orc, half argonian. Ask me not how it happened. I have red hide of argonian, but structure and strength of orc.
Fears: Imperial men. They no like me, I no like them. Is mutual hatred. Also, all elven men. Now that I think about it, those are more like hatreds than fears. Oh, I am terrified of spiders. Ugh.
Personality: I not so good with the speaking, but good joke, I can do. I like to cut loose, get drunk, and have good time with lady of any race.
Occupation: If you got the gold, I can do anything. Except the public speaking, and cuddling up with Imperial scum.
Skills: I'm handy with sword and axe, I also dabble in conjuration. I was good thief as child, but rusty now.
Nickname (Optional): Call me Han the Glorious! Champion of Black Marsh! ******* son of an Orc Barbarian! AHAHAHAHA!
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial: Stop right there criminal scum!
Han-Za: I am scum? I have never bullied or conquered poor argonians. Can you say same, tin man?
Imperial: Pay your fine or serve the court sentence! Your stolen goods are now forfeit!
Han-Za: Last time I check, Empire have no jurisdiction here. You are the one breaking laws, mister.
Imperial: PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!
Han-Za: Ah, I needed a good fight!
(Han-Za pounds Imperial with his warhammer. He re-animates the dead body to do a stupid dance, and kills it again).
Han-Za: Hope you rot, criminal scum!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Ever seen an argonian lady get raped by orc warrior? Neither have I, but apparently that's how I got here. I was raised by argonian gypsies, travelling merchants who took me across Tamriel. I never really was exposed to Black Marsh traditions like Naming Day. Unlike most of my kind, I could not change gender. I suppose this is good thing, as I like women, but not enough to be one. I spent my youth getting into all kinds of trouble. Pickpocketing, lockpicking, all fun. Until one day, I stole from a powerful mage. I read a book about summoning undead to do my whim. I then pledged to devote my time to mastering the dark arts. Then I got bored and took up drinking. Ahahahahaha!
The summoning thing was fun, I used it as a parlor trick for parties. I was 13 when I summoned my first zombie, had my first drink, slept with my first harlot, and went to my first Imperial Prison. What a night that was! I slept in a cell across from a dunmer who kept shouting insults at me. I heard some Dark Brotherhood lackey took care of him. Anyway, I ran away from my "family" when I was 15. The past 17 years have been a constant cycle of drinking, screwing, fighting, and jailing. I have no idea why the guard never wised up and put my head on a chopping block. Skyrim, ah, Skyrim. This is the place to be! Endless adventure, bottomless pockets, fully stocked taverns, and enough sleazy barmaids to give Akatosh witless pox! I've done nothing here but have good times, and I pray to the Hist that those dragons I've heard about don't spoil the fun.
I said yes. Go ahead and make it whenever.
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: About 1 year in minecraft, 6 in other games.
Why Us: Because i love skyrim and minecraft and you just created the greatest idea ever.
Time You Can Dedicate:A lot, on my laptop right now so i sometimes get headaches from the bad fps. but when my big pc gets fixed ill be on 5+ hours
IC
Name:Olaf
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:26
Appearance: Strong hearty and worn down from the mass amounts of battle and murder i has indured.
Fears: The krakens
Personality: Ready for a battle, yet humorous at the wrong times.
Occupation: Explorer miner and castle creator.
Skills: Resistant to cold, great axe user.
Nickname (Optional): n/a
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Olaf "Man the harpoons! this ones a biggun'" viking "Olaf! starboard, the kraken is coming at us head on!" Olaf "I love it when they fight first"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):On an uncharted continent beyond Valoran's grasping clutches, the conqueror named Olaf was born to a long tradition of soldiers unlike most others. Berserkers, as they tout themselves, are warriors who channel fury deep from their cores, unleashing pure and savage wrath upon their enemies. This fearsome evolution is a product of their unforgiving home, Lokfar - a barren tundra where all creatures must vie bitterly for every resource. Olaf belonged to a seafaring clan known for ruthlessly pillaging any and all villages within reach of their dragon-crested longboats. The last time he saw his icy home, Olaf was embarking on an expedition to pioneer and plunder a distant land known only to legend. However, while underway, a terrible storm sprung up and Olaf and his crew were thrown to the mercy of a roiling and pitiless sea.
His ship destroyed, his crew nowhere to be found, Olaf miraculously washed up untold miles from ''friendly'' waters on the foreign shores of Valoran, south of Demacia. This unfamiliar place stunned and frightened the Berserker, for Lokfar is not privy to such potent magicians. Approaching them, Olaf hoped that they could use their mysterious powers to send him back to his people. A bargain was struck. Olaf would use his awesome prowess as a warrior to serve the unusual wars of Valoran in the League of Legends, and in exchange the sorcerers would find him a way to return. Despite his participation in the League, Olaf knows better than to trust the ''finger wagglers'' that run the Institute of War. He deliberately keeps details of his life and home from them. After all, with enough information, they would most certainly find the Lokfarians and dominate them as they have dominated all of Valoran, keeping both quietly -- and unwittingly -- in their thrall.
Beware the war cry of the Berserker. What surges toward you is unyielding, free from the shackles of reason.
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: and im a good fan of the Elder scrolls story
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):
as a kid in the Wastelands of Skyrim 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! i decided to join the imperial army and slay the dragon overhead the town with the army after that i quit due to the loss of my eye.
IGN: RedHerobrine
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I haven't had much RP servers. I've been to maybe 3-6 I don't remember but I do know what to do and will understand whats going on.
Why Us: Mainly because the server looks real cool. I like all the things you are gonna add, and hey! Who doesn't like an unlimited ram server...?
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-6 hours on weekdays. More on weekends
IC
Name: Carlos Sprinkle
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, 5'5 very short beard.
Fears: Mainly, snakes.
Personality: Is hardly ever serious even at moments at great importance, makes bad jokes around to lightin the mood, and makes lots of mistakes, but learns from them. Most the time anyway.
Occupation: Apprentice
Skills: Is an ace of all trades yet only knows basic forms of his knowledge. Can make a friend outta almost anybody.
Nickname (Optional): Red
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Current master: "Hurry! Before they catch us."
Red: "Quit your whining, i'm almost through."
CM: "Hurry along if they catch us, i'm leaving you for dead."
Red: "Thanks."
...
Cm: "Whats that?"
Red: "What's what?"
Cm: "You don't see it?"
Red: "No...."
Red: "Ohhh woah. Just wait till the people at home hear about this."
Cm: "RUN!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Carlos had a family. He remembers a lot but it's faint. He remembers his family as farmers. They grew wheat and sold it on the town market. It was Carlos's job to sell it. During the winters it was very hard. Seeing as tho the only thing keeping his family afloat wouldn't be able to grow. So most the time he would have to wake at 5:00 am in the the morning to walk 4 hours to the nearest town to work grueling odd jobs. He would get paid very small amounts, and would be very cold to do the jobs, but he really needed the money so he suffered thru. Because of this he got a pretty strong resistance to the cold. Once his little brother became of age to do work at home and start to farm, Carlos decided to leave home. He knew it would hurt his mom and dad but he would come back one day. One day. With tons of money. So much money they would never have to farm again!
And so Carlos left the farm before leaving a note on his desk explaining everything to his mom and dad. Wishing them goodbye in their sleep he set out to the cold dark world. Carlos traveled town to town, usually with a new master, to study, and learn the basics but leaving before he could learn more, usually leaving before his master woke and stole various objects, making new masters and leaving old ones left him with always a longing for more. He has gone thru a lot but because he had to leave school to help out at the farm he isn't very educated. Also not very strong but is willing to try almost anything. Carlos has never takin a life. Ever. He has killed animals for leather and food but they don't count. Currently "Red" and his new master are crossing boundaries unto a new land his master calls,..."Skyrim"
I hope you don't recycle interiors like Skyrim :wink.gif:
IGN: _Mr_Pickles
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have a little RP experience from the Fallout: WNC
Why Us: I absolutely love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: I will play around 3-4 hours each day depending on who is on.
IC
Name: Louis
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Redguard, wears fancy clothes and keeps a dagger underneath them should the need arise
Fears: Glendale witches, Sheogorath
Personality: A man who can bring smiles on the darkest of days, can usually be found at a pub singing with the bards or wooing the ladies
Occupation: Traveling merchant
Skills: Farming, Archery, espionage
Nickname (Optional): Shadow
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Louis “I can’t believe I have to do guard duty as part of my community service” *nearby rustling*
Louis *raises sword and shield* “Who goes there!”
Stranger “quiet down you’ll scare them”
Louis “What are you talking about?”
Stranger “Come here and take a look”
*As I get behind a rock I find a nearby spring where some of the ladies have started to use as a bath*
Louis “This is so much better than guard duty”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I grew up in a nice little town called Whiterun. It had inns, two exceptional blacksmiths, and was pretty much the trading center of Skyrim. Life in Whiterun was pretty normal, you had all the goods nearby you could wants for a price, and for those feeling adventurous there were nearby caves and burrows to explore. I truly loved living here, there was always something to do, people to see, and animals to hunt. I spent most of my time trading with the locals, hunting in the nearby woods, and spending my earnings in the local pub. I guess you could say I was a normal citizen of skyrim, I never went exploring caves or burrows, and I never went to far from home in fear of what I would find and even though I envy the adventurers that explore dungeons and fight monsters I couldn’t sum up the strength to do what they do. I didn’t have the aptitude to perform devastating spells or brew potions and poisons, I wasn’t that great with any weapon besides my dagger and bow, and I doubt any town is looking for a citizen that can pawn off your goods at a fair price and swing a sword like an apprentice companion to be their thane. But mark my words one day I will become a thane and prove I could do more than just pawn off crap for drinking money even if it means leaving the safety of whiterun. Then when I return a hero I will even ask Aela the huntress of the companions for her hand in marriage.
OOC
IGN: UFOJockey
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Drama Classes, Your Fallout server (RIP WNC), I role play for fun in the middle of conversations.
Why Us: Because I cannot get Skyrim until the holidays, I miss Fallout WNc, and I will not disappoint you.
Time You Can Dedicate: Currently, my Minecraft computer is crashed (why I haven't been on WNC), but as soon as it is fixed (should be a few days), I can dedicate hours.
IC
Name: Han-Za Glorkurab
Race: Half Orc, Half Argonian. I am Orcgonian! AHAHAHA!
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: I have red hide of argonian, but structure and strength of orc.
Fears: Imperial men. They no like me, I no like them. Is mutual hatred. Also, all elven men. Now that I think about it, those are more like hatreds than fears. Oh, I am terrified of spiders. Ugh.
Personality: I not so good with the speaking, but good joke, I can do. I like to cut loose, get drunk, and have good time with lady of any race.
Occupation: If you got the gold, I can do anything. Except the public speaking, and cuddling up with Imperial scum.
Skills: I'm handy with sword and axe, I also dabble in conjuration. I was good thief as child, but rusty now.
Nickname (Optional): Call me Han the Glorious! Champion of Black Marsh! ******* son of an Orc Barbarian! AHAHAHAHA!
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial: Stop right there criminal scum!
Han-Za: I am scum? I have never bullied or conquered poor argonians. Can you say same, tin man?
Imperial: Pay your fine or serve the court sentence! Your stolen goods are now forfeit!
Han-Za: Last time I check, Empire have no jurisdiction here. You are the one breaking laws, mister.
Imperial: PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!
Han-Za: Ah, I needed a good fight!
(Han-Za pounds Imperial with his warhammer, but the Imperial is barely harmed. Everyone in the tavern joins in on the scrap. Han-Za re-animates the dead body of the Imperial to do a stupid dance, and kills it again, much to the tavern goers'delight).
Han-Za: Hope you rot, criminal scum!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Ever seen an argonian lady get raped by orc warrior? Neither have I, but apparently that's how I got here. I was raised by argonian gypsies, travelling merchants who took me across Tamriel. I never really was exposed to Black Marsh traditions like Naming Day. Unlike most of my kind, I could not change gender. I suppose this is good thing, as I like women, but not enough to be one. I spent my youth getting into all kinds of trouble. Pickpocketing, lockpicking, all fun. Until one day, I stole from a powerful mage. I read a book about summoning undead to do my whim. I then pledged to devote my time to mastering the dark arts. Then I got bored and took up drinking. Ahahahahaha!
The summoning thing was fun, I used it as a parlor trick for parties. I was 13 when I summoned my first zombie, had my first drink, slept with my first harlot, and went to my first Imperial Prison. What a night that was! I slept in a cell across from a dunmer who kept shouting insults at me. I heard some Dark Brotherhood lackey took care of him. Anyway, I ran away from my "family" when I was 15. The past 17 years have been a constant cycle of drinking, screwing, fighting, and jailing. I have no idea why the guard never wised up and put my head on a chopping block. Skyrim, ah, Skyrim. This is the place to be! Endless adventure, bottomless pockets, fully stocked taverns, and enough sleazy barmaids to give Akatosh witless pox! I've done nothing here but have good times, and I pray to the Hist that those dragons I've heard about don't spoil the fun
Although, your other server does look good. Maybe I'll give it a chance. :biggrin.gif: