Personal Information
Name: Marcus
IGN: MHSfootball98
Age: 15
Location: U.S
RP Experience: Moderating experience, Ownership experience. And an abundance of player experience.
Reason for Applying: The sake of coming across a roleplay server that seems well done. Roleplaying Information
IC
Name: Kaedos Nacaster
Gender: Male
Age: (Going off of Human rather than Elven years.) 27
Race:Vardent
Backstory:
(To preface this I haven't done much creative writing so I do apologize if the general concept of the story is a bit overused.)
As a child, Kaedos lived a dull life, an overly dull life in fact, As he grew he came to the revelation that he wished more of life. He was orphaned in roughly his early teens, while it was devistating he saw it as an opportunity to achieve more in life. His new life of petty thievery began soon after so that he could seek out his better life.
During his sixteenth year alive he realized he grew a cold and malicious outlook on the world.
His moral compass having been distorted he further sought his thrills but became less and less interested in thievery as he reached his twenties. It came to the point where he had thought to take anothers life, though at the same time he was disgusted at his self he couldn't control himself.
The day he intended to realize his desire for the thrill of blood on his hands the Irent appeared and began their slaughter. He saw this as his chance to strike out and not be hated by his people and swiped a set of short-swords from the local smith and went on the offensive. However, after striking one of the men very clumsily from the shadows he was spotted and blasted away by the magics. Having been left for dead he came to his senses and snuck away, still badly injured
He was found by a group looking to aid those that lived the attacks after passing out and was treated for the burns and severe injury from falling from the rooftop he had been on. Years later he'd been long fully recovered and was finally sent to the new land on a ship, Hoping to realize his hopes in this new world or perhaps begin anew.
Character Strengths:
Kaedos bears an unnatural avarice, though it could also be his downfall
Kaedos also has a decent skill in swordsmanship,
He is a very well worded, even intelligent man as well.
Character Weaknesses:
Kaedos is a very reclusive person, despite his over zealous self in the face of danger or opportunity.
His avaricious ways make him predictable and easily fooled when faced with the idea of a interesting situation
He is very weak in combat when encountering archers or any form of ranged combat.
He is also easily angered although he hides it well.
Just noticed this thread was still live, the server is going through a massive rework right now and has been offline for awhile. I'll be posting an update shortly and be back to updating at a (hopefully) constant rate. Update video may come soon as well, the administrators of this server have been extremely busy with happenings in real life and will be back shortly. Thanks for all the applications everyone but I may need some new ones when the updates roll around. I believe everyone will love the news and enjoy the story we're plotting. Stay frosty guys.
Good thing I checked the latest post and didn't go through the effort of making an app, I might do so once you folks are operational, and cross my fingers you never die again.
Good thing I checked the latest post and didn't go through the effort of making an app, I might do so once you folks are operational, and cross my fingers you never die again.
IGN: Papa_Efun.. right? Or papa Efun.. just look under my picture/avatar thing it tells you
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: since like 2009? I've been rping for a while.
How did you find us?: I contacted you on my skype. We're married.
Character Name: Krogdhar Ironmaw
Race: Orc
Height/Age: 7'6, 40
Backstory:
Krogdhar was born as the son to the Chieftain of the Ironmaw clan, Ranguar the mystic. Ranguar had been the first orcish shaman of the Ironmaw clan, and the entire Ivory horde in which their clan ruled, partnering the Skullgnasher, and stonewolf clans. Krogdhar was raised to learn the holy, and nature magics his father had gifted to his people. With these magics, they turned their back on their horde's major diety, Ragzarok.
Krogdhar demanded to grow up the life of a grunt, and learn the ways as his people have to help humble him, not just as a privileged shaman. Alongside his magics, he was brought up with military tactics and brute force, and basic survival practices. His long time friend Borkul Sourscar, captain and ranking over him watched over his training, and made sure Krogdhar was brought on his missions.
The ivory horde fought in a long crusade of humans and their dwarven allies. But their victories over the plaeskins didn't last. Ragzarok, who came to own the title King and Death to worlds, had brought his wrath on the very people he gave power once. Their fallen ancestors, fueled by chaotic energy, waged war against the Ivory Horde. Ragzarok had almost but destroyed the clans, until Ranguar confronted him before the gates of what is now Rangmar. He met, and with equal strength, stalemated Ragzarok's other worldly chaotic energies, until they both exploded in a rage of hellfire, giving his life and taking the Death of Worlds with him.
Krogdhar was next in line to be warchief of the Ivory Horde, but handed the title to Borkul, who would know properly how to lead their people. Instead, Krogdhar was tasked to be an ambassador, and representative of the Ivory horde and seek out potential clans. He used this time, walking the lone wilds in search of people, to hone his shamanistic abilities. The horde now reveres Ranguar the Fallen Shaman as their chief Deity.
Roleplaying Experience: Past versions of dis server
How did you find us?: I always find my way back to Tomas
Character Name: Tiny Todd (Todd Sasselm)
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5'1, 13 Years Old
Backstory:
They were all dead. All of them. The screaming had stopped hours ago, but Todd had been to afraid to come out of the cabinet he had been hiding in since they came into the home. He crept past the motionless bodies of his parents, and out the door, all the while denying what he had actually seen. A wavering light at the edge of the forest beckoned, and he he sped away from the home he had lived the past 8 years of his life in.
5 Years Later:
The dwarves were good to him, but he would never be one of their own. No dwarven children played with him. He did not take part in any traditions or ceremonies. He was a human, an oddity, a freak of nature in this deep homeland of the dwarves, and he was reminded of it everyday. Though they had saved him that dreadful night, they would never treat him as one of their own. He was reminded of this often, when he crawled through the nooks and crannies of the rocks to set charges when needed. No one else did this job, only he, because he was worth less than the others. He was expendable. One thing the dwarves hadn't counted on, however, is how much Todd Sasselm would resent being expendable. This, of course, explained their surprise when they found Todd gone, some of their supplies missing, and a hold in the front gate...
Tiny Todd is forever scarred from the tragedy of what happened on his childhood. As a result, he's not exactly the most mentally stable kid, though most people put it off as typical child behavior. Pair this instability with Todd's knack with explosives, however, and he can be a real problem. Cunning, quick-thinking, and ready to do what he thinks is right, Todd will no doubt be up to his waist in any situation.
Roleplaying Experience: Past versions of dis server
How did you find us?: I always find my way back to Tomas
Character Name: Tiny Todd (Todd Sasselm)
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5'1, 13 Years Old
Backstory:
They were all dead. All of them. The screaming had stopped hours ago, but Todd had been to afraid to come out of the cabinet he had been hiding in since they came into the home. He crept past the motionless bodies of his parents, and out the door, all the while denying what he had actually seen. A wavering light at the edge of the forest beckoned, and he he sped away from the home he had lived the past 8 years of his life in.
5 Years Later:
The dwarves were good to him, but he would never be one of their own. No dwarven children played with him. He did not take part in any traditions or ceremonies. He was a human, an oddity, a freak of nature in this deep homeland of the dwarves, and he was reminded of it everyday. Though they had saved him that dreadful night, they would never treat him as one of their own. He was reminded of this often, when he crawled through the nooks and crannies of the rocks to set charges when needed. No one else did this job, only he, because he was worth less than the others. He was expendable. One thing the dwarves hadn't counted on, however, is how much Todd Sasselm would resent being expendable. This, of course, explained their surprise when they found Todd gone, some of their supplies missing, and a hold in the front gate...
Tiny Todd is forever scarred from the tragedy of what happened on his childhood. As a result, he's not exactly the most mentally stable kid, though most people put it off as typical child behavior. Pair this instability with Todd's knack with explosives, however, and he can be a real problem. Cunning, quick-thinking, and ready to do what he thinks is right, Todd will no doubt be up to his waist in any situation.
Mayhap scale the age up a little bit.
Otherwise, accepted.
IGN: Papa_Efun.. right? Or papa Efun.. just look under my picture/avatar thing it tells you
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: since like 2009? I've been rping for a while.
How did you find us?: I contacted you on my skype. We're married.
Character Name: Krogdhar Ironmaw
Race: Orc
Height/Age: 7'6, 40
Backstory:
Krogdhar was born the the Chieftain of the Ironmaw clan, Ranguar the mystic. Ranguar had been the first orcish shaman of the Ironmaw clan, and the entire Ivory horde in which their clan ruled, partnering the Skullgnasher, and stonewolf clans. Krogdhar was raised to learn the holy, and nature magics his father had gifted to his people. With these magics, they turned their back on their horde's major diety, Ragzarok.
Krogdhar demanded to grow up the life of a grunt, and learn the ways as his people have to help humble him, not just as a privileged shaman. Alongside his magics, he was brought up with military tactics and brute force, and basic survival practices. His long time friend Borkul Sourscar, captain and ranking over him watched over his training, and made sure Krogdhar was brought on his missions.
Against a long crusade of humans and their dwarven allies. But their victories over the plaeskins didn't last. Ragzarok, who came to own the title King and Death to worlds, had brought his wrath on the very people he gave power once. Their fallen ancestors, fueled by chaotic energy, waged war against the Ivory Horde. Ragzarok had almost but destroyed the clans, until Ranguar confronted him before the gates of what is now Rangmar. He met, and with equal strength, stalemated Ragzarok's other worldly chaotic energies, until they both exploded in a rage of hellfire, giving his life and taking the Death of Worlds with him.
Krogdhar was next in line to be warchief of the Ivory Horde, but handed the title to Borkul, who would know properly how to lead their people. Instead, Krogdhar was tasked to be an ambassador, and representative of the Ivory horde and seek out potential clans. He used this time, walking the lone wilds in search of people, to hone his shamanistic abilities. The horde now reveres Ranguar the Fallen Shaman as their chief Deity.
Backstory: May was 19 when she left home her father taught her to fight. To defend her self in situations most people couldn't handle She just turned 20 she lives in total outcast way some say she's a lone wolf off going into woods to fight monster build her huts for temporary stay till she thought out another quest. Only coming into town for fresh supplies to aid her quests. She loves to meet new people but likes being alone on her quests some day she hopes to live a normal life in town with the other people. But only fate knows what will happen.....
IGN: the_elimist Age: 22 Roleplaying Experience: Extensive How did you find us?: I don't know. Luck I guess.
Character Name: Kaldr Illecebra Race: Human Height/Age: 5'10 / 24 Backstory: Kaldr left home at a young age, well, not exactly young but early teens or so (maybe thirteen or fourteen?) to pursue his gift for magic. Unfortunately for him, magic was rare where he came from, and there was nobody to teach him. This left the youngish boy traveling on his own, experimenting and trying to teach himself magic. And it worked, for a while. He learned a few tricks here and there, though it was nothing to write home about.
Eventually he made a friend, a fellow would-be sorcerer by the name of Sortiara. They traveled together, learning and discovering what they could. It went slowly, but it went all the same. Eventually, as all things do, their journey turned sour. They got in over their heads in the ruins of a cathedral, the undead threatening to overwhelm them. Sortiara lost her life in the struggle, and Kaldr did the only thing he could. Instinctively, and more out of blind panic than anything else, he threw up his hands in defense. When he did, a flash of light and a pale mist blurred his vision. When the spots faded from his eyes, he was alone. The undead were gone and his companion's body was little more than a husk. His arm was mangled from the intense magic that had flown through it, the skin flayed from it though he could still use it, if only barely. Now, years later, he still travels. Only now he knows magic, even if he is hesitant to use it.
Roleplaying Experience: Been on several of you guys' servers
How did you find us?: skype group
Character Name:Darenoth Bane
Race: Human
Height/Age:5'11, 27
Backstory:
As an infant, Darenoth was found in the wilderness one day by a farmer. The farmer found him, wrapped in a fleece blanket, sleeping under a tree with a single ray of sunlight shining down on his body. Thinking he was a gift from the gods, the farmer brought him home to his wife, and they raised him as their own.
Exactly two decades later, Darenoth awoke one night to the sounds of their anguished cries coming from the lower level of their two story farm house. He rushed downstairs and found his parents dead, a shadowy creature floating about their bed. Frozen in fear, Darenoth stared at the creature, his eyes wide as it floated off of the bed and towards him. Then, just as the creature was inches from his face, its rank breath blowing onto him, a sudden burst of light enveloped the room, and when Darenoth opened his eyes, a tall, armour-clad paladin was standing in front of him.
Driven by his need for vengeance against all things evil, Darenoth apprenticed himself to the paladin for seven years and devoted himself to the ways of the light. After the seventh year of his apprenticeship, however, Darenoth's teacher died of old age, and he was left alone in the world.
Unsure of what exactly he should do, Darenoth Bane set out in search of a new place, far from his birthplace, that he could call home.
IGN: the_elimist Age: 22 Roleplaying Experience: Extensive How did you find us?: I don't know. Luck I guess. Character Name: Kaldr Illecebra Race: Human Height/Age: 5'10 / 24 Backstory: Kaldr left home at a young age, well, not exactly young but early teens or so (maybe thirteen or fourteen?) to pursue his gift for magic. Unfortunately for him, magic was rare where he came from, and there was nobody to teach him. This left the youngish boy traveling on his own, experimenting and trying to teach himself magic. And it worked, for a while. He learned a few tricks here and there, though it was nothing to write home about. Eventually he made a friend, a fellow would-be sorcerer by the name of Sortiara. They traveled together, learning and discovering what they could. It went slowly, but it went all the same. Eventually, as all things do, their journey turned sour. They got in over their heads in the ruins of a cathedral, the undead threatening to overwhelm them. Sortiara lost her life in the struggle, and Kaldr did the only thing he could. Instinctively, and more out of blind panic than anything else, he threw up his hands in defense. When he did, a flash of light and a pale mist blurred his vision. When the spots faded from his eyes, he was alone. The undead were gone and his companion's body was little more than a husk. His arm was mangled from the intense magic that had flown through it, the skin flayed from it though he could still use it, if only barely. Now, years later, he still travels. Only now he knows magic, even if he is hesitant to use it.
Roleplaying Experience: Been on several of you guys' servers
How did you find us?: skype group
Character Name:Darenoth Bane
Race: Human
Height/Age:5'11, 27
Backstory:
As an infant, Darenoth was found in the wilderness one day by a farmer. The farmer found him, wrapped in a fleece blanket, sleeping under a tree with a single ray of sunlight shining down on his body. Thinking he was a gift from the gods, the farmer brought him home to his wife, and they raised him as their own.
Exactly two decades later, Darenoth awoke one night to the sounds of their anguished cries coming from the lower level of their two story farm house. He rushed downstairs and found his parents dead, a shadowy creature floating about their bed. Frozen in fear, Darenoth stared at the creature, his eyes wide as it floated off of the bed and towards him. Then, just as the creature was inches from his face, its rank breath blowing onto him, a sudden burst of light enveloped the room, and when Darenoth opened his eyes, a tall, armour-clad paladin was standing in front of him.
Driven by his need for vengeance against all things evil, Darenoth apprenticed himself to the paladin for seven years and devoted himself to the ways of the light. After the seventh year of his apprenticeship, however, Darenoth's teacher died of old age, and he was left alone in the world.
Unsure of what exactly he should do, Darenoth Bane set out in search of a new place, far from his birthplace, that he could call home.
Backstory: May was 19 when she left home her father taught her to fight. To defend her self in situations most people couldn't handle She just turned 20 she lives in total outcast way some say she's a lone wolf off going into woods to fight monster build her huts for temporary stay till she thought out another quest. Only coming into town for fresh supplies to aid her quests. She loves to meet new people but likes being alone on her quests some day she hopes to live a normal life in town with the other people. But only fate knows what will happen.....
Name: Marcus
IGN: MHSfootball98
Age: 15
Location: U.S
RP Experience: Moderating experience, Ownership experience. And an abundance of player experience.
Reason for Applying: The sake of coming across a roleplay server that seems well done.
Roleplaying Information
Gender: Male
Age: (Going off of Human rather than Elven years.) 27
Race:Vardent
Character Strengths:
It's up and ready to go. POST APPS NOW.
Mayhap scale the age up a little bit.
Otherwise, accepted.
Take his height down a foot, and you're set.
Age changed to 15. Server is looking great! :3
Age: 22
Roleplaying Experience: Extensive
How did you find us?: I don't know. Luck I guess.
Character Name: Kaldr Illecebra
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5'10 / 24
Backstory: Kaldr left home at a young age, well, not exactly young but early teens or so (maybe thirteen or fourteen?) to pursue his gift for magic. Unfortunately for him, magic was rare where he came from, and there was nobody to teach him. This left the youngish boy traveling on his own, experimenting and trying to teach himself magic. And it worked, for a while. He learned a few tricks here and there, though it was nothing to write home about.
Eventually he made a friend, a fellow would-be sorcerer by the name of Sortiara. They traveled together, learning and discovering what they could. It went slowly, but it went all the same. Eventually, as all things do, their journey turned sour. They got in over their heads in the ruins of a cathedral, the undead threatening to overwhelm them. Sortiara lost her life in the struggle, and Kaldr did the only thing he could. Instinctively, and more out of blind panic than anything else, he threw up his hands in defense. When he did, a flash of light and a pale mist blurred his vision. When the spots faded from his eyes, he was alone. The undead were gone and his companion's body was little more than a husk. His arm was mangled from the intense magic that had flown through it, the skin flayed from it though he could still use it, if only barely. Now, years later, he still travels. Only now he knows magic, even if he is hesitant to use it.
Both yes.
Accepted.