OOC: IGN: catlover12345 Age: 14 Gender: male Previous RP experience: I would guess around 10 RP servers... none of which are still up...1 of which had a flexible RP system How did you hear about us?: Just browsing the fourms for a RP server. (I am very rusty cause its been months since I've been in a RP server)
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: when you use OOC info in IC such has you know were someone is in IC cause you can see there name plate
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: when you act godly, cant die, do impossible feats, that kind of thing
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: RP is when you play a char you create as if it was real life
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : *says in a bored tone* Anthony Jackson
“How old are you?” : errrr... *trys to think since its been a while since he even thought about his age* 23!
“What is your race?” : Isin't it obvious? im human
“What gender are you?” : once again, isint it obvious?... *sighs* male
“How would you describe your personality?” : well other people call me clueless at times and that I distrust even my closest freinds
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : ...well have this I put this accursed thing on me *grabs his robe then trys to take it off* I can't get it off me...so dont ask me (I can't change my skin for some reason, it crashes my comp every time, no matter what tool I use :/)
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) CURSE THIS COMPUTER!!!!! i cant put my picture on the fourms now grrrrr....
“Any ambitions for the future?” : not currently...
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) well when I was a child a rarley went outside...I never really had any freinds and I never trusted anyone exept my mom and dad...whos names I forgot sadly. Then when I was in my teens my village was attacked by bandits...everyone was killed exept my mom and dad...now that I think about alot of villages get attacked by bandits... anyway it turns out my mom and dad were very high ranking in their "organazation" or whatever the heck it was. so they decided to take me to their camp and I was trained there... I was terrible at swordsmanship, and using a axe, and hammer, and any other kind of melee weapon...but it turns out I excelled in archery and javllien throwing... I was also good a picking locks and stealing.... so I ended up becoming a valuble assasin and theif for them...but then, don't ask me why, I was never a high ranking part of the camp so I had know Idea what there plans were. My parents ended up wanting to kill me I guess...or the leader instructed them to...im not sure to this day who instructed it and why. so then after a feirce battle with my parents I killed my dad and left me and my mom very heavily wounded...I managed to crawl away through a hole in the fence and then after crawling I would say 2 miles I stopped, decided to rest and went to sleep. Then I lived my life in the wilderness as a nomad never behing in the same place for more than 3 days... but then I saw this place...and mabye I thought I should settle down and stay here for a while...thats my story
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) uhhh... chaotic neutral?
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” well as I explained im terrible at melee but good at archery and theving and assasination somewhat
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” I like cats...I had a pet one once...then a bear showed up... *drifts off as he remebers the terrible memory* anyway I also hate spiders
“Anything else you’d like to say?” not much...but mabye you should get a new job if you can...since it seems you hate it so much
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Previous RP experience:
I've played on a few servers before this. Most notably Songs of the Lost and Shrines of the Ancients. I also like to roleplay on msparp.com, but that's more of casual RP and nothing serious.
How did you hear about us?:
I was just browsing the server listings here on the MCForums. A better question is "How did you find us?". But even then, this is a rather pointless question, and I dont see why so many games and websites ask it.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?:
Metagaming is when you learn something, whether it be about lore or another character, OOCly, and then proceed to use it in-character. For example, Player A could learn that Player B's character is afraid of spiders, and then Player A would go and
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:
Powergaming is when you force an action upon another while RP'ing without giving the other person a chance to react, like "Bob punched Joe in the face", where it should be "Bob swung his fist towards Joe's face." In certain cases, like smaller things where the other people can undo the action (Like "Bob grabbed Cindy's wrist" and then "Cindy pulled her wrist out of Bob's grasp"), powergaming isn't exactly a bad thing that people should freak the hell out about, but it should still be avoided.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?:
Roleplaying means to act as another person or creature. To pretend to be someone or something you are not. To take their memories and personality and even lifestyle and pretend that it is yours.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
(( Apologies if I screwed up my grammar anywhere in here. Wrote this very late. Hope I didnt screw up anywhere. Probably did. Like, I probably misspelled "fell" as "felt" somewhere in there, or some crap. ))
“What is your name?” :
He let's out a sigh, hoping that this will be quick. "My name is Niv'ala Spellhorn."
“How old are you?” :
"I am 23 years of age."
“What is your race?” :
Confused, and a little annoyed, Niv'ala answers him. "I'm... human? Perhaps you could look up from that book and take a good look at me to determine my race, rather than ask me such a question."
“What gender are you?” :
"I'm a male. And you're rude for not being able to just look up and notice."
“How would you describe your personality?” :
He sits there for a second before answering, thinking hard about the matter. "I'm... normal. Does normal work? Is that at least half-way decent way to describe myself? Honestly, it'd be better if someone who knew me well described my personality. Describing my personality myself feels rather strange. Alright, if I had too... I guess I'd say i'm bold. Outgoing. Fearless. Tough. You can put 'Sarcastic' on there as well."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” :
At this point, Niv'ala feels like he wants to go and rip the book out of the mans sight. But he just sighs, and continues answering the mans questions. "I'm tall...ish. I have dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and i'm relatively thin. Not thin like bones showing, but I can't really call myself chubby.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
(( Here. Have this really OOC (???) picture. ))
(( http://i.imgur.com/WsizfFn.png ))
“Any ambitions for the future?” :
"I suppose, yea know, surviving is a pretty good one. Other than that, I haven't really thought about my future."
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
Niv'ala walks over to the man and shoves a book in a face. He just looks down at the man and grins. "Y'know, since you're so interested in books. Just put down whatever you think is important in yours."
(( http://pastebin.com/tV00QS1Q ))
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.))
"I suppose i'm 'In the middle' as you put it. Though I guess I can be a little 'evil'. I'm not afraid to break the law if I need to. I'm pretty neutral. I just do what I feel right." (( In the end, I would say Niv'ala is more of a "Chaotic Neutral")
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?”
Niv'ala grins at the question. "Well, i'm pretty amazing with a scythe. I'm a pretty skilled blacksmith, to boot." The grin fades from his face, and his expression returns to a more normal state. "As for weaknesses, i'm not very strong. I'm strong enough, but not strong. I need help carrying very heavy things, and I don't really pack much of a punch in a fist fight . And I suppose my immune system isn't that great either."
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”
"I like food. Foods good. I also like sitting next to the fire after a long day of hard work. I like reading as well, especially books that teach me new things, whether it be history, or how to fix certain things, or whatever else. As for fears, i'm pretty fearless. Obviously i'd be pretty frecking scared if I were to, say, be chased by wolves in the forest at night, with no village for miles, and have no weapon to protect myself with. Anyone would be afraid of that. But there's not much that really puts fear into my eyes."
“Anything else you’d like to say?”
"Pay less attention to that book and more to the people that you're writing about in it. Other than that, I think we're good here."
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Other (( OOC )):
Ok, so firstly, since this is the alpha stages, can I suggest changing the lore of one bit? What the gods represent. That needs to be changed. Don't think I can't tell where that's from. I'm pretty sure anyone can guess where that's from.
Secondly, the OP needs to be cleaned up. Badly. Possibly add some graphics and such, add a link to the site, etc. It's pretty obvious what needs to be cleaned up and what doesn't. I totes has read teh rulez
[NOTE]:Bk’s Minecraft Forum Account Is Not Working, So He Sent Me The Word File And Is Having Me Post It For Him.
OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am cruel and cold hearted. “How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) I was kicked out of my old pirate crew from a mutiny and was stranded on a deserted island as a civilian ship passed by, saving me. They later arrived at some place called the “main land”. I am still there to this day, scouring the land for treasure and riches.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
[NOTE]:Bk’s Minecraft Forum Account Is Not Working, So He Sent Me The Word File And Is Having Me Post It For Him.
OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am cruel and cold hearted. “How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) I was kicked out of my old pirate crew from a mutiny and was stranded on a deserted island as a civilian ship passed by, saving me. They later arrived at some place called the “main land”. I am still there to this day, scouring the land for treasure and riches.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Denied, Please edit to your history, more in-depth and more in your personality, It is too short.
[NOTE]:Bk’s Minecraft Forum Account Is Not Working, So He Sent Me The Word File And Is Having Me Post It For Him.
OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am quite cruel towards others. When it comes to bein' kind I am seen as coldhearted. I have never once told the truth. “How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
{Childhood}
My father wanted me and my brother to join the local guard, so he trained us in sword fighting and shooting every day starting at age of eight. I took to it well, and became fairly good at sword fighting. At age ten I began working the fields, a tiresome and painful duty. At age 11 my father and mother died of an unknown disease. At age 13 my parent's will was read it was said that all of their belongings and their house was to go to my younger brother and that I was to be given nothing.
{Teenage Years}
At the age of 16 I was living on the streets, stealing food and pickpocketing... I don't really want to talk about me time as a teenager that much.
{Adult Hood}
After getting bored of stealin' I deiced to become a pirate who I sailed for some time, me and my crew were captured many a time and were demanded to surrender to the king and go to prison until death, I denied the offer every time. My crew would surrender every time. When ever I got a new crew I would lock 'em below deck with me and set a fire. After 3 days I would put the fire out, and let the smoke out. Who ever was alive after this test would stay join my crew, the dead ones would get thrown into the ocean. A peculiar man joined my crew. His name was Jack Collins, he brought a crew with him. They all survived the test so I let 'em join my crew. Soon after a few months sailin' Jack started a mutiny. Apparently they were all part 'o the Royal Navy. Said they were goin' to arrest me, but instead they decided to leave me on a nearby island to rot. I stayed on that island for a few months. Sooner or later a civilian ship passed by and picked me up. Said they were headin' to the main land or somethin. Though I could go there to get some money and strike rich. And now I'm here, tellin' you my life fawkin' story.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
[NOTE]:Bk’s Minecraft Forum Account Is Not Working, So He Sent Me The Word File And Is Having Me Post It For Him.
OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am quite cruel towards others. When it comes to bein' kind I am seen as coldhearted. I have never once told the truth. “How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
{Childhood}
My father wanted me and my brother to join the local guard, so he trained us in sword fighting and shooting every day starting at age of eight. I took to it well, and became fairly good at sword fighting. At age ten I began working the fields, a tiresome and painful duty. At age 11 my father and mother died of an unknown disease. At age 13 my parent's will was read it was said that all of their belongings and their house was to go to my younger brother and that I was to be given nothing.
{Teenage Years}
At the age of 16 I was living on the streets, stealing food and pickpocketing... I don't really want to talk about me time as a teenager that much.
{Adult Hood}
After getting bored of stealin' I deiced to become a pirate who I sailed for some time, me and my crew were captured many a time and were demanded to surrender to the king and go to prison until death, I denied the offer every time. My crew would surrender every time. When ever I got a new crew I would lock 'em below deck with me and set a fire. After 3 days I would put the fire out, and let the smoke out. Who ever was alive after this test would stay join my crew, the dead ones would get thrown into the ocean. A peculiar man joined my crew. His name was Jack Collins, he brought a crew with him. They all survived the test so I let 'em join my crew. Soon after a few months sailin' Jack started a mutiny. Apparently they were all part 'o the Royal Navy. Said they were goin' to arrest me, but instead they decided to leave me on a nearby island to rot. I stayed on that island for a few months. Sooner or later a civilian ship passed by and picked me up. Said they were headin' to the main land or somethin. Though I could go there to get some money and strike rich. And now I'm here, tellin' you my life fawkin' story.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Previous RP experience: My previous RP experience was on CoC, Craft of Chivalry.
How did you hear about us?: I was informed about this server by Deltawolf03.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Meta gaming is using information obtained out of character in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Doing actions that deny others the chance to refute or stop the actions, doing things perfectly.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Simulating life or similar-to-life for group entertainment.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir or ma'am, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : She looks at him warily, "My name is Arhiinadohkt Habibi."
“How old are you?” : "I am 21 years old"
“What is your race?” : She wonders if this man is stupid as she says, "I am a human"
“What gender are you?” : She continues her musing over whether or not he possesses any intelligence and says, "Female..."
“How would you describe your personality?” : She thinks for a moment. "I would describe myself as....determined." She really doesn't have an idea of what she is.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : She thinks some more. "I am..pretty."
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : She shakes her head slowly.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) She says a bit mournfully, "I lived in a named..Thylos. I loved a man, and had a house and was a maid for rich men. Thylos, however, was plagued by awful people referred to as the slavs. My love and I were..imprisoned for opposing them. He.." She starts to tear up. "Died while incarcerated. I eventually escaped and left Thylos.."
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) She thinks for several minutes. "I would have to say...in the middle" She says thinking of some of her actions in Thylos.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” "Some strengths of mine would be that I'm...determined. Also sympathetic. Some weaknesses would be that I can be rude and thoughtless."
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” She thinks. "I don't know what I like...And what I don't like, is a corrupt place"
“Anything else you’d like to say?” She shakes her head, being annoyed at this man.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Denied, Please edit your history it is pretty short.
Event Details: The serpent mother has laid in wait beneath the soil of the wilds for far too long. Her caverns have been invaded and infected with the humans' illnesses, it's riches plundered and taken, walls built around the mountain she calls her ancestral home. She now is ready to strike back, alongside her serpentine brethren. She waits at the wildernesse gate of Silverport.
((A siege of Silverport by the Frost Serpents. RP with some PvE.))
Event Coordinators: Charoodler
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I just wasted a few seconds of your life. Muahaha!
OOC:
IGN: Sythan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: Have played on Lord of the Craft and have played D&D
How did you hear about us?:
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: When a player adds certain personality traits or information that he gets out of the game into his/her in-game player.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Making an action in an RPG game which does not allow the other player to respond, like saying "I stab you in the stomach and kill you"
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: For me, Roleplaying is a great way to live the life of the person you have dreamed of being. You live the stories of a person you have created and share the dreams of that person.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Sythan Carlile
“How old are you?” : 18
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am pretty outgoing and charismatic. Although most people I meet see me as an open book, I do have many secrets within.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am a tall well-built pale young man with deep blue eyes and brown hair.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) (At this point in time, the skins were not working on minecraft, im not sure why. I can assure you that the skin I am using is suitable for medieval timeset and I used it for Lord of the Craft.)
“Any ambitions for the future?” : My ambitions are to rid the land of upper powers such as kings and queens in order to create peace and rid the use of fear which is used to control the citizens. If I reach my goal, I will stand as a guardian of the land, taking down any act to create power over others. Although this gives me power over others in some way, I believe this is the only way this revolution can occur successfully.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) As a boy of 14, my father was killed during a battle. My father fought for one king and the war was with another kingdom. His death took a huge toll on my mother and I and something clicked in my head. I started to think dark, yet insightful thoughts. I thought that if the world had no kings or queens who help power over others, the amount of bloodshed would be next to none. The fear that these upper powers use to control others will vanquish and people can live in peace.
At the age of 18, I left my small home in hope to help my mother cope financially since I saw myself as a burden to her.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I guess I am Chaotic-Neutral as my goals are to take down others, but I am doing it for the good of the citizens of this land.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” I am strong, agile and wise for my age. My height intimidates others who plan on going into conflict against me. My weaknesses are that I am to sympathetic towards others, even if they get in the way of my goals ad I am not trusting enough. Even those closest to me, I find it hard telling them what I am really thinking which in the end may cause problems and could even stab me in the back.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” None really, other than caring for others on a personal level. If I start caring for someone, I am afraid of them getting hurt and when that does happen, I am afraid of what I will do in retaliation.
“Anything else you’d like to say?” I would prefer it if I said no more.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
IGN: Blade33336 Age: 20 Gender: Male Previous RP experience: Ran/owned several Minecraft RP servers, and played on countless servers as well
How did you hear about us?: Here on the forums
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using knowledge gained outside of the game in order to affect situations in the game
Whats your definition of Power gaming?: Using your abilities to limit and restrict another players abilities (without their consent and control)
What does “Role playing” mean to you?: Taking on the persona of someone you aren't, and reacting to things as they would
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” :
Keldas Farrin, the strongest Dwarf in the north! *puffs out his chest and reveals a small smirk. Noticing the man is unimpressed, he lets his chest relax and sighs* Well, pe'haps not the strongest... *chuckles*
“How old are you?” :
The strappin' young age o' thirty seven
“What is your race?” :
*Blinks* Are ye blind? *waves his hand just a bit over his head, as if measuring how tall he was* I'm a bloody dwarf! *laughs*
“What gender are you?” :
*Keldas looks unamused as he points to his beard* What do ye think...
“How would you describe your personality?” :
Personality eh? Well, by the way this here conversations been going, I'm sure ye got a good idea of who I am... but if you need somethin' to right down in yer fancy book there, here ya go.
I spose the best way to describe me'self, would be... rough... I'm rough around the edges, and rough on the inside. *sniffs and rubs his nose, red from the years he spent in the north* I grew up much like all other dwarves of my town, with a pick in one hand, and a pint in the other *laughs slightly but continues* I've been described as many things in my short existence, lazy, difficult, stubborn... but one thing that has always stuck out for me, was honest.
I may not be the strongest, wisest, or fastest, but may the gods be damned if I ain't one of the more honest men ye meet in yer life *smiles wide, his cheeks rosy, and his eyes sparkling*
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” :
*Keldas stretches out his arms, examining himself* I'm short, 4'1 to be precise, not particularily stunning *sniffs* ... Light brown hair, includin' me beard. You'll mostly catch me wearin' this old thing *gestures at his green coat, a brown undershirt beneath it* It's the only clothes I had that weren't meant to keep me from freezin' to death.
“Any… Portraits of you?”:
Well now, I don't see why you'd need one o' those, but... *reaches into his satchel, pulling out a tightly wound cloth parchment* I think this is it... *hands it over to the man*
“Any ambitions for the future?”:
*Snorts slightly, holding in a laugh* Ambition? Heh, for me, my only ambition is to stay alive. *sniffs again, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his coat* Hopefully that ain't too much to ask. *laughs heartily*
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:
I believe I covered a bit of it earlier, though that was rather basic... I grew up the son of Dollorn and Yute Farrin, me father and mother. I had three sisters and two brothers, I was the second youngest, but that don't mean I wasn't the strongest. I held me own among my family, was raised working with my father and older brothers in the mines, *sniffs* I was in those mines more than I was in me home, but it didn't bother me none, life was good.
Now don't you be thinkin' I didn't get no education! I still learnt the ways of life, me mother knew everything, she taught us all the things we needed to know about the world beyond our doorstep, and I will forever be grateful for what she did for us. Anyhow, I'm rambling.
Within a few years, me brothers and sisters had all moved out, 'cept me younger sister, but she was takin' care of my folks, and I was ready to get out of there and see the world. Before leavin' me father handed me this tiny gem *pulls at the green gem on his pendant*, he says it keeps the carrier safe *tucks it back into his undershirt*. So I plan to keep that, and maybe one day hand it to someone I care for *smiles gently beneath his beard*
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”
Morals are a touch subject, but if I had to give somethin', I'd probably be a true neutral. I rarely pick sides, and when I do, its about who gets what done, and how. A good man can still do evil things, and a bad man can do good. *smiles*
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?”
Well, I'm good with a pick, good with an axe, and good in harsh weather conditions... however, if a man needs a weakness, than mine is a good pint of ale. Though I hardly count that as a weakness. *chuckles heartily*
As far as strengths of character go... I'm an honest and humble man, I enjoy learning from others, an' hearing tales of adventure. My heart and mind are always open to new things, and I am always hopeful.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”
I love the snow, and I love a warm fire, a li'l contradictory no? *laughs* My greatest fear? *thinks hard* The thought that when I pass, no one will remember me, because at that point, there is nothing you can do to make things better. *sniffs again, rubbing his red nose*
“Anything else you’d like to say?”
If that's all *straightens himself out* Then no, I think you know all you need about me, my friend. *He rubs his nose again, brushing his beard with his fingers as well before he gives a slight bow, and marches past the man*
Good day.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
IGN: Blade33336 Age: 20 Gender: Male Previous RP experience: Ran/owned several Minecraft RP servers, and played on countless servers as well
How did you hear about us?: Here on the forums
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using knowledge gained outside of the game in order to affect situations in the game
Whats your definition of Power gaming?: Using your abilities to limit and restrict another players abilities (without their consent and control)
What does “Role playing” mean to you?: Taking on the persona of someone you aren't, and reacting to things as they would
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” :
Keldas Farrin, the strongest Dwarf in the north! *puffs out his chest and reveals a small smirk. Noticing the man is unimpressed, he lets his chest relax and sighs* Well, pe'haps not the strongest... *chuckles*
“How old are you?” :
The strappin' young age o' thirty seven
“What is your race?” :
*Blinks* Are ye blind? *waves his hand just a bit over his head, as if measuring how tall he was* I'm a bloody dwarf! *laughs*
“What gender are you?” :
*Keldas looks unamused as he points to his beard* What do ye think...
“How would you describe your personality?” :
Personality eh? Well, by the way this here conversations been going, I'm sure ye got a good idea of who I am... but if you need somethin' to right down in yer fancy book there, here ya go.
I spose the best way to describe me'self, would be... rough... I'm rough around the edges, and rough on the inside. *sniffs and rubs his nose, red from the years he spent in the north* I grew up much like all other dwarves of my town, with a pick in one hand, and a pint in the other *laughs slightly but continues* I've been described as many things in my short existence, lazy, difficult, stubborn... but one thing that has always stuck out for me, was honest.
I may not be the strongest, wisest, or fastest, but may the gods be damned if I ain't one of the more honest men ye meet in yer life *smiles wide, his cheeks rosy, and his eyes sparkling*
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” :
*Keldas stretches out his arms, examining himself* I'm short, 4'1 to be precise, not particularily stunning *sniffs* ... Light brown hair, includin' me beard. You'll mostly catch me wearin' this old thing *gestures at his green coat, a brown undershirt beneath it* It's the only clothes I had that weren't meant to keep me from freezin' to death.
“Any… Portraits of you?”:
Well now, I don't see why you'd need one o' those, but... *reaches into his satchel, pulling out a tightly wound cloth parchment* I think this is it... *hands it over to the man*
“Any ambitions for the future?”:
*Snorts slightly, holding in a laugh* Ambition? Heh, for me, my only ambition is to stay alive. *sniffs again, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his coat* Hopefully that ain't too much to ask. *laughs heartily*
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:
I believe I covered a bit of it earlier, though that was rather basic... I grew up the son of Dollorn and Yute Farrin, me father and mother. I had three sisters and two brothers, I was the second youngest, but that don't mean I wasn't the strongest. I held me own among my family, was raised working with my father and older brothers in the mines, *sniffs* I was in those mines more than I was in me home, but it didn't bother me none, life was good.
Now don't you be thinkin' I didn't get no education! I still learnt the ways of life, me mother knew everything, she taught us all the things we needed to know about the world beyond our doorstep, and I will forever be grateful for what she did for us. Anyhow, I'm rambling.
Within a few years, me brothers and sisters had all moved out, 'cept me younger sister, but she was takin' care of my folks, and I was ready to get out of there and see the world. Before leavin' me father handed me this tiny gem *pulls at the green gem on his pendant*, he says it keeps the carrier safe *tucks it back into his undershirt*. So I plan to keep that, and maybe one day hand it to someone I care for *smiles gently beneath his beard*
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”
Morals are a touch subject, but if I had to give somethin', I'd probably be a true neutral. I rarely pick sides, and when I do, its about who gets what done, and how. A good man can still do evil things, and a bad man can do good. *smiles*
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?”
Well, I'm good with a pick, good with an axe, and good in harsh weather conditions... however, if a man needs a weakness, than mine is a good pint of ale. Though I hardly count that as a weakness. *chuckles heartily*
As far as strengths of character go... I'm an honest and humble man, I enjoy learning from others, an' hearing tales of adventure. My heart and mind are always open to new things, and I am always hopeful.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”
I love the snow, and I love a warm fire, a li'l contradictory no? *laughs* My greatest fear? *thinks hard* The thought that when I pass, no one will remember me, because at that point, there is nothing you can do to make things better. *sniffs again, rubbing his red nose*
“Anything else you’d like to say?”
If that's all *straightens himself out* Then no, I think you know all you need about me, my friend. *He rubs his nose again, brushing his beard with his fingers as well before he gives a slight bow, and marches past the man*
Good day.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
NOTE: Gamer_cat_gracy's minecraft fourm account is not working for some reason so she is having me post it for her. ((in advance I am sorry for my incorrect spelling, If I have done incorrect spelling, that is)) OOC:
IGN: gamer_cat_gracy
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Previous RP experience: I have RPed on G-Mod, Chicken Smoothie and minecraft servers . How did you hear about us?: A friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character. Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is having your character act before a fellow roleplayer can respond or act against. For instance, “Zacharie quickly jumped at the woman, stabbing her repeatedly”
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is acting as a certain character or making up your own and acting as that character with another person or a group of people.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, it's apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : The woman sighs in impatience, glaring at the man before her. “Lithia.”
“How old are you?” : “I am 18, sir.”
“What is your race?” : Lithia raises an eyebrow. Was this man blind, Or just worn from his work? “I am human, sir.”
“What gender are you?” : “This is ridiculous, I am female!”
“How would you describe your personality?” : “What does this have to do with anything?” The human breathed inward, her short tempered nature getting the best of her. She was inpatient, yes. She was also stubborn, easily irritated, and tended to run into situations without a thought. However, she could be patient at times, and her bad habits also brought up her braveness, and need to explore and move around. She could easily be flustered too, but may Graygor strike her dead if she ever admitted that. “Brave, I guess.”
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : Was this guy serious? Couldn’t he just see her right in front of him? “I dont know! Blond hair, blue eyes, white?” She keeps her gaze away from the mans eyes, looking at the far left, or the sky, or the ground beneath her feet. “About.. I dont know.. 5’8?”
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)
“Any ambitions for the future?” : The future? The girl was sure something was up if he had to know that. She scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning her weight from side to side. “Make a difference, maybe? See the world, meet interesting people. What does this have to do with anything?”
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) Lithia let out a deep sigh. This man was obviously not going to answer any of her questions, and she gave up asking. “Grew up in a small town with my dad, hunted for food, wanted to end up here, and here I am now.” That was, in all honesty, a very poor story. Why would she tell her life story to this man? Lithia grew up poor, with her mother dying delivering her second child, who died shortly after her birth. Her father gave her books to read about the world and inspired her to leave someday and go out to meet it. They hunted for food, selling things at the market for money and simple supplies. Her father died not too long ago, and feeling she was old enough, she went out to explore. There really was nothing important about her past, nothing she found important, anyway.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) “Good? I dont know, maybe in the middle.”
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” She almost groaned in frustration. This was rediculous, this was absolutely absurd. Her stubborness and her lack of thought was one, and her inpatience was another, but the jerk was probably already writing that down. “My attention span, maybe.” Lithia admitted, looking at the ground
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” “Lets see, I’m scared of bees and I like the color purple. I’d also like to get. past.” She sighed, mumbling the words to herself. “I have a fear of crowds and tight spaces. I like adventuring and exploring.”
“Anything else you’d like to say?” Lithia smiled to herself, eagerness buiding up. “No, sir.”
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
OOC: IGN: loopmoploop Age: 13 Gender: Male Previous RP experience: Played on LOTC for around a year, CoC for maybe six months. How did you hear about us?: Through a close friend and the King of the Humans, CaptainRex21
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using information gained OOCly to gain an advantage IC.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Making your character ridiculously powerful, or unbeatable, and not allowing them to react, thus making RP not enjoyable for other players.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: To me, roleplaying is the taking on of another person. You live their life, from their relationships to their meals, are use them to shape your own experience, and those of other players.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : "Winston Collins."
“How old are you?” : "Twenty-seven since last April"
“What is your race?” : "With all due respect, what do I look like? I'm a human."
“What gender are you?” : "Can't you tell that one either? I'm a man."
“How would you describe your personality?” : "Witty and intelligent, with a knack for administration. I will not hesitate to mess you up if you attack me or my friends. I'm a bit quick to be annoyed by insults and stupidity."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : "Hey, pal, I'm right here. You can just look at me. No? Fine. Around 6'2, well-built. I've got blonde-ish hair, with some finely trimmed muttonchops. Well groomed."
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) : "That's... an odd request. I've got a picture of my family and I in my coin purse, hold on a moment..." http://minecraft.nov...499987/Loyalist
“Any ambitions for the future?” : "I'm King Jack Collins' younger brother, and his advisor. I've got it pretty good already. I suppose my ambition would be to make our kingdom and house prosper. Maybe settle down later in life and open up a small book shop. That'd be nice. Yeah." ((I would like to state quickly that Rex, who plays Jack, has given me permission to play his younger brother and weave myself into the storyline.))
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) "Oof. That's a long one. Born to the royal family, of course. Raised well, fine food, good clothes, all that. My tutors were rather bothersome, as I had already learned most things on my own. I was a bookworm, you could say. My brother and I were always playful and the best of friends. He took well to the martial arts of fencing, archery and the like. I didn't fare as well, but I did good enough. I got into good shape, at least. Anyway. I decided to go on a bit of journey around the land, and grow my experiences. Wonderful decision, though I almost got robbed two times. I gained my smoking habit during that time. Pipes are quite beautiful you know. But that's beside the point. I pretty much was left to my own musings, perfectly content living on my own, until one day I get a summons from who but Jack. Turns out, while I was away, my parents had passed, and I was being called for the funeral. Immediately after, he asked me to come back and serve as his advisor, his right hand man. Seemed interesting enough, so I accepted. I went back to fetch my things, and then came back here, where I am now, talking to you."
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.))
"Eh, I'm somewhat Lawful-Neutral"
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” : "I'm smart and efficient, and can get out of most problems like that. However, I tend to not be too good in confrontational situations. I can hold my own for a while, but I'll almost always lose in the end.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” : "I love knowledge and my friends. I'm ing terrifying of losing either of them, though. Pardon my language. Oh, and also, dying. That's probably up there too."
“Anything else you’d like to say?” : "No, not really. Can I get going now?"
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
NOTE: Gamer_cat_gracy's minecraft fourm account is not working for some reason so she is having me post it for her. ((in advance I am sorry for my incorrect spelling, If I have done incorrect spelling, that is))OOC:IGN: gamer_cat_gracyAge: 14Gender: FemalePrevious RP experience: I have RPed on G-Mod, Chicken Smoothie and minecraft servers.How did you hear about us?: A friend.Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is having your character act before a fellow roleplayer can respond or act against. For instance, “Zacharie quickly jumped at the woman, stabbing her repeatedly”What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is acting as a certain character or making up your own and acting as that character with another person or a group of people.IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, it's apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.“What is your name?” : The woman sighs in impatience, glaring at the man before her. “Lithia.”“How old are you?” : “I am 18, sir.”“What is your race?” : Lithia raises an eyebrow. Was this man blind, Or just worn from his work? “I am human, sir.”“What gender are you?” : “This is ridiculous, I am female!”“How would you describe your personality?” : “What does this have to do with anything?” The human breathed inward, her short tempered nature getting the best of her. She was inpatient, yes. She was also stubborn, easily irritated, and tended to run into situations without a thought. However, she could be patient at times, and her bad habits also brought up her braveness, and need to explore and move around. She could easily be flustered too, but may Graygor strike her dead if she ever admitted that. “Brave, I guess.”“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : Was this guy serious? Couldn’t he just see her right in front of him? “I dont know! Blond hair, blue eyes, white?” She keeps her gaze away from the mans eyes, looking at the far left, or the sky, or the ground beneath her feet. “About.. I dont know.. 5’8?”“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)“Any ambitions for the future?” : The future? The girl was sure something was up if he had to know that. She scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning her weight from side to side. “Make a difference, maybe? See the world, meet interesting people. What does this have to do with anything?”“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) Lithia let out a deep sigh. This man was obviously not going to answer any of her questions, and she gave up asking. “Grew up in a small town with my dad, hunted for food, wanted to end up here, and here I am now.” That was, in all honesty, a very poor story. Why would she tell her life story to this man? Lithia grew up poor, with her mother dying delivering her second child, who died shortly after her birth. Her father gave her books to read about the world and inspired her to leave someday and go out to meet it. They hunted for food, selling things at the market for money and simple supplies. Her father died not too long ago, and feeling she was old enough, she went out to explore. There really was nothing important about her past, nothing she found important, anyway.“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) “Good? I dont know, maybe in the middle.”“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” She almost groaned in frustration. This was rediculous, this was absolutely absurd. Her stubborness and her lack of thought was one, and her inpatience was another, but the jerk was probably already writing that down. “My attention span, maybe.” Lithia admitted, looking at the ground“Anything you like? Or any fears?” “Lets see, I’m scared of bees and I like the color purple. I’d also like to get. past.” She sighed, mumbling the words to herself. “I have a fear of crowds and tight spaces. I like adventuring and exploring.”“Anything else you’d like to say?” Lithia smiled to herself, eagerness buiding up. “No, sir.”The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
OOC: IGN: loopmoploopAge: 13Gender: MalePrevious RP experience: Played on LOTC for around a year, CoC for maybe six months.How did you hear about us?: Through a close friend and the King of the Humans, CaptainRex21Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using information gained OOCly to gain an advantage IC.Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Making your character ridiculously powerful, or unbeatable, and not allowing them to react, thus making RP not enjoyable for other players.What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: To me, roleplaying is the taking on of another person. You live their life, from their relationships to their meals, are use them to shape your own experience, and those of other players.IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.“What is your name?” : "Winston Collins."“How old are you?” : "Twenty-seven since last April"“What is your race?” : "With all due respect, what do I look like? I'm a human."“What gender are you?” : "Can't you tell that one either? I'm a man."“How would you describe your personality?” : "Witty and intelligent, with a knack for administration. I will not hesitate to mess you up if you attack me or my friends. I'm a bit quick to be annoyed by insults and stupidity."“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : "Hey, pal, I'm right here. You can just look at me. No? Fine. Around 6'2, well-built. I've got blonde-ish hair, with some finely trimmed muttonchops. Well groomed."“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) : "That's... an odd request. I've got a picture of my family and I in my coin purse, hold on a moment..." http://minecraft.nov...499987/Loyalist“Any ambitions for the future?” : "I'm King Jack Collins' younger brother, and his advisor. I've got it pretty good already. I suppose my ambition would be to make our kingdom and house prosper. Maybe settle down later in life and open up a small book shop. That'd be nice. Yeah." ((I would like to state quickly that Rex, who plays Jack, has given me permission to play his younger brother and weave myself into the storyline.))“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) "Oof. That's a long one. Born to the royal family, of course. Raised well, fine food, good clothes, all that. My tutors were rather bothersome, as I had already learned most things on my own. I was a bookworm, you could say. My brother and I were always playful and the best of friends. He took well to the martial arts of fencing, archery and the like. I didn't fare as well, but I did good enough. I got into good shape, at least. Anyway. I decided to go on a bit of journey around the land, and grow my experiences. Wonderful decision, though I almost got robbed two times. I gained my smoking habit during that time. Pipes are quite beautiful you know. But that's beside the point. I pretty much was left to my own musings, perfectly content living on my own, until one day I get a summons from who but Jack. Turns out, while I was away, my parents had passed, and I was being called for the funeral. Immediately after, he asked me to come back and serve as his advisor, his right hand man. Seemed interesting enough, so I accepted. I went back to fetch my things, and then came back here, where I am now, talking to you."“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) "Eh, I'm somewhat Lawful-Neutral" “What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” : "I'm smart and efficient, and can get out of most problems like that. However, I tend to not be too good in confrontational situations. I can hold my own for a while, but I'll almost always lose in the end.“Anything you like? Or any fears?” : "I love knowledge and my friends. I'm ing terrifying of losing either of them, though. Pardon my language. Oh, and also, dying. That's probably up there too."“Anything else you’d like to say?” : "No, not really. Can I get going now?"The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Previous RP Experience:I have played on the Crimson Ingot server for a few months and have been playing DnD casually for the last 4+ years
How did you hear about us?:Just looking around the forums
What is your definition of metagaming?:Metagaming is using OOC information IC. if someone tells you something over skype, doesn't mean your character knows.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. For example: *Stabs heart*, is powergaming, it should be *Attempts to strike at heart*.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?:Roleplaying is creating a character that is different than yourself and thinking and acting the way he/she would in the given circumstances
IC
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?”:"My name is Luc, its spelled L U C not "L U K E."
“How old are you?":"I'm 19 years old"
“What is your race?”:"I am a human"
“What gender are you?”:"Male"
“How would you describe your personality?”:"I've been told that I am shy and quiet. Also that it I often seem emotionless."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?”:"As you can see I am fairly short, only about five feet and four inches tall I have brown hair and blue eyes and I have a very high metabolism so I am very thin. And I am very agile."
“Any… Portraits of you?”:"No." ((minecraft crashes whenever I try to take a screenshot))
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:" Well when I was a child I lived in a shack on a small island in a swamp with my father and mother and the only way to get to and from it was by canoe. My mother always treated me very kindly and I loved her very much, my father also treated me kindly but only when my mother was around. Whenever my mother would leave for a walk my father would beat me and threaten to hurt my mother if I told her about the beatings. When I turned thirteen my father started taking me out for "hunting and fishing trips" where he would take me out to the middle of a pond or a lake and throw me in just to watch me flail around in an attempt not to drown then pull me out at the very last second just to throw me back in again as soon as I caught my breath. At night he would make me set up a tent for him then he would beat me if it didn't meet his standards, which it never did. At night he would make me sleep outside only giving me an old worn out blanket and sometimes an old tarp on the rainy nights. He always fed me well so that I wouldn't look malnourished when we came home.
After a few trips with my father I had finally taught myself how to swim and tried to swim to land and get away from my father but he had canoed over to me pulled me into the canoe and hit me upside the head with a canoe paddle knocking me out. When I woke up I was at home lying on the kitchen table and my mother walked over and started talking to me. Apparently my father had told her that I fell out of the canoe and hit my head on a cypress knee then she told me that he wasn't home so I could tell her what really happened. I suddenly felt like I was punched in the chest, I quickly recovered and said that what my father said was true then asked for some pain medicine so my mother went outside and a few minutes later came back in with some leaves and roots and made me chew on them. After eating a couple of the roots I felt light headed and the last thing I remember after that is my mother walking over to me.
When I finally woke up I saw my father holding a large stick and my mother lying chest down on the floor, her bare back bleeding where she was hit repeatedly by my father. At first I was confused, wondering if I was imagining it, then I realized what happened, while I was lightheaded I must have told my mother about the beatings. I then felt my adrenaline pumping and got up off the table picked up one of the knifes my father used to field dress the animals we killed while hunting, then I started running at my father whose back was turned to me but when I got close his arm whipped around with the stick and it hit me on my cheek then without thinking I ran out the door. I then ran over to the canoe, jumped in, cut the rope that my father had tied to a tree, and started paddling away. I must have caught my father by surprise because I was already ten feet off shore before he even got out the door and because we only had one canoe he stopped chasing me at the shore and started cursing at me.
I had been canoeing for a few days and was very hungry before I had found any sign of other human life but I did find a town. Though I was very excited about finding the town it was very awkward for me because the only time I had ever seen another human other than my mother and father was when someone got lost in the swamp and found my shack. When I finally mustered up enough courage to go into the town I was amazed at the sight of other people but even more amazed by the few elves and dwarves which I had never heard of before! I soon got over the amazement when I smelled freshly baked bread from a bakery, a smell I had never smelled but a couple of times on special holidays, so I went in and asked for a loaf but was confused my the concept of money so I decided that I would just wait until no one was looking and just take a couple loafs which I did. After a few days in the town I was finally getting used to being around other people and money and everything when I saw my father waking into the bakery, he must have had another canoe hidden somewhere on the island, so I ran to my canoe which was hidden on the shore a little ways out of town and left as quickly as I could and haven't seen him since.
So for the last six years I have just been wandering around from town to town mostly thieving, which I am not proud of, but also taking up a lot of odd jobs and have found that I actually quite enjoy farming more than anything. And here I am."
“Any ambitions for the future?”:"I'm hoping to get away from my thieving ways and make an honest living and maybe even become a farmer eventually"
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”:?Neutral, I don't like stealing or hurting anyone or anything but I will do what I have to do to survive."
“What are some strengths of yours, and some weaknesses?”:"Well like I said I am very agile, I am good at thievery, and I am a good farmer so I guess those are all strengths. As for my weaknesses I have a fear of large masses water because of my trips with my father, it isn't a terrible fear but I do try to stay out of water more than three feet deep unless I absolutely have to get in it, I would much rather be in a boat."
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”:"Like I said I enjoy farming and I have a fear of water."
“Anything else you’d like to say?”:"No"
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Previous RP Experience:I have played on the Crimson Ingot server for a few months and have been playing DnD casually for the last 4+ years
How did you hear about us?:Just looking around the forums
What is your definition of metagaming?:Metagaming is using OOC information IC. if someone tells you something over skype, doesn't mean your character knows.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. For example: *Stabs heart*, is powergaming, it should be *Attempts to strike at heart*.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?:Roleplaying is creating a character that is different than yourself and thinking and acting the way he/she would in the given circumstances
IC
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?”:"My name is Luc, its spelled L U C not "L U K E."
“How old are you?":"I'm 19 years old"
“What is your race?”:"I am a human"
“What gender are you?”:"Male"
“How would you describe your personality?”:"I've been told that I am shy and quiet. Also that it I often seem emotionless."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?”:"As you can see I am fairly short, only about five feet and four inches tall I have brown hair and blue eyes and I have a very high metabolism so I am very thin. And I am very agile."
“Any… Portraits of you?”:"No." ((minecraft crashes whenever I try to take a screenshot))
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:" Well when I was a child I lived in a shack on a small island in a swamp with my father and mother and the only way to get to and from it was by canoe. My mother always treated me very kindly and I loved her very much, my father also treated me kindly but only when my mother was around. Whenever my mother would leave for a walk my father would beat me and threaten to hurt my mother if I told her about the beatings. When I turned thirteen my father started taking me out for "hunting and fishing trips" where he would take me out to the middle of a pond or a lake and throw me in just to watch me flail around in an attempt not to drown then pull me out at the very last second just to throw me back in again as soon as I caught my breath. At night he would make me set up a tent for him then he would beat me if it didn't meet his standards, which it never did. At night he would make me sleep outside only giving me an old worn out blanket and sometimes an old tarp on the rainy nights. He always fed me well so that I wouldn't look malnourished when we came home.
After a few trips with my father I had finally taught myself how to swim and tried to swim to land and get away from my father but he had canoed over to me pulled me into the canoe and hit me upside the head with a canoe paddle knocking me out. When I woke up I was at home lying on the kitchen table and my mother walked over and started talking to me. Apparently my father had told her that I fell out of the canoe and hit my head on a cypress knee then she told me that he wasn't home so I could tell her what really happened. I suddenly felt like I was punched in the chest, I quickly recovered and said that what my father said was true then asked for some pain medicine so my mother went outside and a few minutes later came back in with some leaves and roots and made me chew on them. After eating a couple of the roots I felt light headed and the last thing I remember after that is my mother walking over to me.
When I finally woke up I saw my father holding a large stick and my mother lying chest down on the floor, her bare back bleeding where she was hit repeatedly by my father. At first I was confused, wondering if I was imagining it, then I realized what happened, while I was lightheaded I must have told my mother about the beatings. I then felt my adrenaline pumping and got up off the table picked up one of the knifes my father used to field dress the animals we killed while hunting, then I started running at my father whose back was turned to me but when I got close his arm whipped around with the stick and it hit me on my cheek then without thinking I ran out the door. I then ran over to the canoe, jumped in, cut the rope that my father had tied to a tree, and started paddling away. I must have caught my father by surprise because I was already ten feet off shore before he even got out the door and because we only had one canoe he stopped chasing me at the shore and started cursing at me.
I had been canoeing for a few days and was very hungry before I had found any sign of other human life but I did find a town. Though I was very excited about finding the town it was very awkward for me because the only time I had ever seen another human other than my mother and father was when someone got lost in the swamp and found my shack. When I finally mustered up enough courage to go into the town I was amazed at the sight of other people but even more amazed by the few elves and dwarves which I had never heard of before! I soon got over the amazement when I smelled freshly baked bread from a bakery, a smell I had never smelled but a couple of times on special holidays, so I went in and asked for a loaf but was confused my the concept of money so I decided that I would just wait until no one was looking and just take a couple loafs which I did. After a few days in the town I was finally getting used to being around other people and money and everything when I saw my father waking into the bakery, he must have had another canoe hidden somewhere on the island, so I ran to my canoe which was hidden on the shore a little ways out of town and left as quickly as I could and haven't seen him since.
So for the last six years I have just been wandering around from town to town mostly thieving, which I am not proud of, but also taking up a lot of odd jobs and have found that I actually quite enjoy farming more than anything. And here I am."
“Any ambitions for the future?”:"I'm hoping to get away from my thieving ways and make an honest living and maybe even become a farmer eventually"
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”:?Neutral, I don't like stealing or hurting anyone or anything but I will do what I have to do to survive."
“What are some strengths of yours, and some weaknesses?”:"Well like I said I am very agile, I am good at thievery, and I am a good farmer so I guess those are all strengths. As for my weaknesses I have a fear of large masses water because of my trips with my father, it isn't a terrible fear but I do try to stay out of water more than three feet deep unless I absolutely have to get in it, I would much rather be in a boat."
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”:"Like I said I enjoy farming and I have a fear of water."
“Anything else you’d like to say?”:"No"
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
The ip on that you posted (81.19.217.144:27770) isn't working, it always says "An existing connection was forcibly closed by the remote host". Am I doing something wrong, if so how do I fix it and if not could you please tell me the problem?
[Please Note] my bio is short to fit with my character.
OOC: IGN:Lionman100 Age:15 Gender:male Previous RP experience: not in minecraft but i believe that i am very good at getting into character. How did you hear about us?:looking through the forums
Whats your definition of Metagaming?:the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:making your character overly powerfull
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: playing a game in a made up role
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : My name is Danny Raven.
“How old are you?” : Danny stops to think for a few seconds. 23 I do believe.
“What is your race?” : Is it not obvious to you? I am human.
“What gender are you?” : Again with the obvious questions. Well if you really are that blind, i am male.
“How would you describe your personality?” : Strong willed, precise, and easy to annoy.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : White skin, brown hair blue eyes. I am beginning to believe that you are blind.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) "Can't figure out how to do this"
“Any ambitions for the future?” : to live like something more than a peasant.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
I grew up as an average peasant in the British isles. A poor farm boy. when i herd about the expedition i jumped on the opportunity for adventure.
Now whenare you going to let me go!?
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) : I follow the rules just don't me off.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” I stand my ground and i am skilled with an axe. I also have a bit of an attitude is you couldn't already tell.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” Not in this world yet
“Anything else you’d like to say?” When are you going to let me go?
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Accepted, welcome to actareth
Accepted, welcome to actareth
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OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am cruel and cold hearted.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the
screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
I was kicked out of my old pirate crew from a mutiny and was stranded on a deserted island as a civilian ship passed by, saving me. They later arrived at some place called the “main land”. I am still there to this day, scouring the land for treasure and riches.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Denied, Please edit to your history, more in-depth and more in your personality, It is too short.
OOC:
IGN: BK10000
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: I roleplayed on CoC with a few of my friends.
How did you hear about us?: Through a friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is emoting an action and not giving the other player a chance to respond such as: John throws his sword at Joe, slending the sword through Joe’s head.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is creating a character and then acting as they would.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Buck Norris
“How old are you?” : 34
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am quite cruel towards others. When it comes to bein' kind I am seen as coldhearted. I have never once told the truth.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am about 5’2 with a brown beard with a triangle hat in a green navy outfit.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the
screenshot.))
“Any ambitions for the future?” : I intend finding treasure and becoming rich.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
{Childhood}
My father wanted me and my brother to join the local guard, so he trained us in sword fighting and shooting every day starting at age of eight. I took to it well, and became fairly good at sword fighting. At age ten I began working the fields, a tiresome and painful duty. At age 11 my father and mother died of an unknown disease. At age 13 my parent's will was read it was said that all of their belongings and their house was to go to my younger brother and that I was to be given nothing.
{Teenage Years}
At the age of 16 I was living on the streets, stealing food and pickpocketing... I don't really want to talk about me time as a teenager that much.
{Adult Hood}
After getting bored of stealin' I deiced to become a pirate who I sailed for some time, me and my crew were captured many a time and were demanded to surrender to the king and go to prison until death, I denied the offer every time. My crew would surrender every time. When ever I got a new crew I would lock 'em below deck with me and set a fire. After 3 days I would put the fire out, and let the smoke out. Who ever was alive after this test would stay join my crew, the dead ones would get thrown into the ocean. A peculiar man joined my crew. His name was Jack Collins, he brought a crew with him. They all survived the test so I let 'em join my crew. Soon after a few months sailin' Jack started a mutiny. Apparently they were all part 'o the Royal Navy. Said they were goin' to arrest me, but instead they decided to leave me on a nearby island to rot. I stayed on that island for a few months. Sooner or later a civilian ship passed by and picked me up. Said they were headin' to the main land or somethin. Though I could go there to get some money and strike rich. And now I'm here, tellin' you my life fawkin' story.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I am very chaotic, I hate laws and will never abide by a single one.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” Strengths? Sailin’, ship makin’ and killin. I don’t know how to swim.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”I like adventure, sailing, gold, and that's about it. Fears? I have a fear of swimmin’ and giant whales.
“Anything else you’d like to say?”No.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Accepted! Great improvement from last time.
Denied, Please edit your history it is pretty short.
Title: The Vengeance of the Frost Serpents
Time: 12/7/13 - 12:00 PM Central Standard Time
Event Details: The serpent mother has laid in wait beneath the soil of the wilds for far too long. Her caverns have been invaded and infected with the humans' illnesses, it's riches plundered and taken, walls built around the mountain she calls her ancestral home. She now is ready to strike back, alongside her serpentine brethren. She waits at the wildernesse gate of Silverport.
((A siege of Silverport by the Frost Serpents. RP with some PvE.))
Event Coordinators: Charoodler
IGN: Sythan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: Have played on Lord of the Craft and have played D&D
How did you hear about us?:
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: When a player adds certain personality traits or information that he gets out of the game into his/her in-game player.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Making an action in an RPG game which does not allow the other player to respond, like saying "I stab you in the stomach and kill you"
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: For me, Roleplaying is a great way to live the life of the person you have dreamed of being. You live the stories of a person you have created and share the dreams of that person.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : Sythan Carlile
“How old are you?” : 18
“What is your race?” : Human
“What gender are you?” : Male
“How would you describe your personality?” : I am pretty outgoing and charismatic. Although most people I meet see me as an open book, I do have many secrets within.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : I am a tall well-built pale young man with deep blue eyes and brown hair.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) (At this point in time, the skins were not working on minecraft, im not sure why. I can assure you that the skin I am using is suitable for medieval timeset and I used it for Lord of the Craft.)
“Any ambitions for the future?” : My ambitions are to rid the land of upper powers such as kings and queens in order to create peace and rid the use of fear which is used to control the citizens. If I reach my goal, I will stand as a guardian of the land, taking down any act to create power over others. Although this gives me power over others in some way, I believe this is the only way this revolution can occur successfully.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) As a boy of 14, my father was killed during a battle. My father fought for one king and the war was with another kingdom. His death took a huge toll on my mother and I and something clicked in my head. I started to think dark, yet insightful thoughts. I thought that if the world had no kings or queens who help power over others, the amount of bloodshed would be next to none. The fear that these upper powers use to control others will vanquish and people can live in peace.
At the age of 18, I left my small home in hope to help my mother cope financially since I saw myself as a burden to her.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) I guess I am Chaotic-Neutral as my goals are to take down others, but I am doing it for the good of the citizens of this land.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” I am strong, agile and wise for my age. My height intimidates others who plan on going into conflict against me. My weaknesses are that I am to sympathetic towards others, even if they get in the way of my goals ad I am not trusting enough. Even those closest to me, I find it hard telling them what I am really thinking which in the end may cause problems and could even stab me in the back.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” None really, other than caring for others on a personal level. If I start caring for someone, I am afraid of them getting hurt and when that does happen, I am afraid of what I will do in retaliation.
“Anything else you’d like to say?” I would prefer it if I said no more.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
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IGN: Blade33336
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: Ran/owned several Minecraft RP servers, and played on countless servers as well
How did you hear about us?: Here on the forums
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using knowledge gained outside of the game in order to affect situations in the game
Whats your definition of Power gaming?: Using your abilities to limit and restrict another players abilities (without their consent and control)
What does “Role playing” mean to you?: Taking on the persona of someone you aren't, and reacting to things as they would
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” :
Keldas Farrin, the strongest Dwarf in the north! *puffs out his chest and reveals a small smirk. Noticing the man is unimpressed, he lets his chest relax and sighs* Well, pe'haps not the strongest... *chuckles*
“How old are you?” :
The strappin' young age o' thirty seven
“What is your race?” :
*Blinks* Are ye blind? *waves his hand just a bit over his head, as if measuring how tall he was* I'm a bloody dwarf! *laughs*
“What gender are you?” :
*Keldas looks unamused as he points to his beard* What do ye think...
“How would you describe your personality?” :
Personality eh? Well, by the way this here conversations been going, I'm sure ye got a good idea of who I am... but if you need somethin' to right down in yer fancy book there, here ya go.
I spose the best way to describe me'self, would be... rough... I'm rough around the edges, and rough on the inside. *sniffs and rubs his nose, red from the years he spent in the north* I grew up much like all other dwarves of my town, with a pick in one hand, and a pint in the other *laughs slightly but continues* I've been described as many things in my short existence, lazy, difficult, stubborn... but one thing that has always stuck out for me, was honest.
I may not be the strongest, wisest, or fastest, but may the gods be damned if I ain't one of the more honest men ye meet in yer life *smiles wide, his cheeks rosy, and his eyes sparkling*
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” :
*Keldas stretches out his arms, examining himself* I'm short, 4'1 to be precise, not particularily stunning *sniffs* ... Light brown hair, includin' me beard. You'll mostly catch me wearin' this old thing *gestures at his green coat, a brown undershirt beneath it* It's the only clothes I had that weren't meant to keep me from freezin' to death.
“Any… Portraits of you?”:
Well now, I don't see why you'd need one o' those, but... *reaches into his satchel, pulling out a tightly wound cloth parchment* I think this is it... *hands it over to the man*
“Any ambitions for the future?”:
*Snorts slightly, holding in a laugh* Ambition? Heh, for me, my only ambition is to stay alive. *sniffs again, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his coat* Hopefully that ain't too much to ask. *laughs heartily*
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:
I believe I covered a bit of it earlier, though that was rather basic... I grew up the son of Dollorn and Yute Farrin, me father and mother. I had three sisters and two brothers, I was the second youngest, but that don't mean I wasn't the strongest. I held me own among my family, was raised working with my father and older brothers in the mines, *sniffs* I was in those mines more than I was in me home, but it didn't bother me none, life was good.
Now don't you be thinkin' I didn't get no education! I still learnt the ways of life, me mother knew everything, she taught us all the things we needed to know about the world beyond our doorstep, and I will forever be grateful for what she did for us. Anyhow, I'm rambling.
Within a few years, me brothers and sisters had all moved out, 'cept me younger sister, but she was takin' care of my folks, and I was ready to get out of there and see the world. Before leavin' me father handed me this tiny gem *pulls at the green gem on his pendant*, he says it keeps the carrier safe *tucks it back into his undershirt*. So I plan to keep that, and maybe one day hand it to someone I care for *smiles gently beneath his beard*
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”
Morals are a touch subject, but if I had to give somethin', I'd probably be a true neutral. I rarely pick sides, and when I do, its about who gets what done, and how. A good man can still do evil things, and a bad man can do good. *smiles*
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?”
Well, I'm good with a pick, good with an axe, and good in harsh weather conditions... however, if a man needs a weakness, than mine is a good pint of ale. Though I hardly count that as a weakness. *chuckles heartily*
As far as strengths of character go... I'm an honest and humble man, I enjoy learning from others, an' hearing tales of adventure. My heart and mind are always open to new things, and I am always hopeful.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”
I love the snow, and I love a warm fire, a li'l contradictory no? *laughs* My greatest fear? *thinks hard* The thought that when I pass, no one will remember me, because at that point, there is nothing you can do to make things better. *sniffs again, rubbing his red nose*
“Anything else you’d like to say?”
If that's all *straightens himself out* Then no, I think you know all you need about me, my friend. *He rubs his nose again, brushing his beard with his fingers as well before he gives a slight bow, and marches past the man*
Good day.
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
"I totes has read teh rulez"
Accepted! Welcome to actareth
((in advance I am sorry for my incorrect spelling, If I have done incorrect spelling, that is))
OOC:
IGN: gamer_cat_gracy
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Previous RP experience: I have RPed on G-Mod, Chicken Smoothie and minecraft servers
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How did you hear about us?: A friend.
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Metagaming is obtaining information out of character that your character is not meant to have and using it in character.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Powergaming is having your character act before a fellow roleplayer can respond or act against. For instance, “Zacharie quickly jumped at the woman, stabbing her repeatedly”
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: Roleplaying is acting as a certain character or making up your own and acting as that character with another person or a group of people.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, it's apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : The woman sighs in impatience, glaring at the man before her. “Lithia.”
“How old are you?” : “I am 18, sir.”
“What is your race?” : Lithia raises an eyebrow. Was this man blind, Or just worn from his work? “I am human, sir.”
“What gender are you?” : “This is ridiculous, I am female!”
“How would you describe your personality?” : “What does this have to do with anything?” The human breathed inward, her short tempered nature getting the best of her. She was inpatient, yes. She was also stubborn, easily irritated, and tended to run into situations without a thought. However, she could be patient at times, and her bad habits also brought up her braveness, and need to explore and move around. She could easily be flustered too, but may Graygor strike her dead if she ever admitted that. “Brave, I guess.”
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : Was this guy serious? Couldn’t he just see her right in front of him? “I dont know! Blond hair, blue eyes, white?” She keeps her gaze away from the mans eyes, looking at the far left, or the sky, or the ground beneath her feet. “About.. I dont know.. 5’8?”
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the
screenshot.)
“Any ambitions for the future?” : The future? The girl was sure something was up if he had to know that. She scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning her weight from side to side. “Make a difference, maybe? See the world, meet interesting people. What does this have to do with anything?”
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) Lithia let out a deep sigh. This man was obviously not going to answer any of her questions, and she gave up asking. “Grew up in a small town with my dad, hunted for food, wanted to end up here, and here I am now.” That was, in all honesty, a very poor story. Why would she tell her life story to this man? Lithia grew up poor, with her mother dying delivering her second child, who died shortly after her birth. Her father gave her books to read about the world and inspired her to leave someday and go out to meet it. They hunted for food, selling things at the market for money and simple supplies. Her father died not too long ago, and feeling she was old enough, she went out to explore. There really was nothing important about her past, nothing she found important, anyway.
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) “Good? I dont know, maybe in the middle.”
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” She almost groaned in frustration. This was rediculous, this was absolutely absurd. Her stubborness and her lack of thought was one, and her inpatience was another, but the jerk was probably already writing that down. “My attention span, maybe.” Lithia admitted, looking at the ground
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” “Lets see, I’m scared of bees and I like the color purple. I’d also like to get. past.” She sighed, mumbling the words to herself. “I have a fear of crowds and tight spaces. I like adventuring and exploring.”
“Anything else you’d like to say?” Lithia smiled to herself, eagerness buiding up. “No, sir.”
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
IGN: loopmoploop
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Previous RP experience: Played on LOTC for around a year, CoC for maybe six months.
How did you hear about us?: Through a close friend and the King of the Humans, CaptainRex21
Whats your definition of Metagaming?: Using information gained OOCly to gain an advantage IC.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?: Making your character ridiculously powerful, or unbeatable, and not allowing them to react, thus making RP not enjoyable for other players.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: To me, roleplaying is the taking on of another person. You live their life, from their relationships to their meals, are use them to shape your own experience, and those of other players.
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : "Winston Collins."
“How old are you?” : "Twenty-seven since last April"
“What is your race?” : "With all due respect, what do I look like? I'm a human."
“What gender are you?” : "Can't you tell that one either? I'm a man."
“How would you describe your personality?” : "Witty and intelligent, with a knack for administration. I will not hesitate to mess you up if you attack me or my friends. I'm a bit quick to be annoyed by insults and stupidity."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : "Hey, pal, I'm right here. You can just look at me. No? Fine. Around 6'2, well-built. I've got blonde-ish hair, with some finely trimmed muttonchops. Well groomed."
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) : "That's... an odd request. I've got a picture of my family and I in my coin purse, hold on a moment..." http://minecraft.nov...499987/Loyalist
“Any ambitions for the future?” : "I'm King Jack Collins' younger brother, and his advisor. I've got it pretty good already. I suppose my ambition would be to make our kingdom and house prosper. Maybe settle down later in life and open up a small book shop. That'd be nice. Yeah." ((I would like to state quickly that Rex, who plays Jack, has given me permission to play his younger brother and weave myself into the storyline.))
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard)) "Oof. That's a long one. Born to the royal family, of course. Raised well, fine food, good clothes, all that. My tutors were rather bothersome, as I had already learned most things on my own. I was a bookworm, you could say. My brother and I were always playful and the best of friends. He took well to the martial arts of fencing, archery and the like. I didn't fare as well, but I did good enough. I got into good shape, at least. Anyway. I decided to go on a bit of journey around the land, and grow my experiences. Wonderful decision, though I almost got robbed two times. I gained my smoking habit during that time. Pipes are quite beautiful you know. But that's beside the point. I pretty much was left to my own musings, perfectly content living on my own, until one day I get a summons from who but Jack. Turns out, while I was away, my parents had passed, and I was being called for the funeral. Immediately after, he asked me to come back and serve as his advisor, his right hand man. Seemed interesting enough, so I accepted. I went back to fetch my things, and then came back here, where I am now, talking to you."
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.))
"Eh, I'm somewhat Lawful-Neutral"
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” : "I'm smart and efficient, and can get out of most problems like that. However, I tend to not be too good in confrontational situations. I can hold my own for a while, but I'll almost always lose in the end.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” : "I love knowledge and my friends. I'm ing terrifying of losing either of them, though. Pardon my language. Oh, and also, dying. That's probably up there too."
“Anything else you’d like to say?” : "No, not really. Can I get going now?"
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Both accepted, welcome to the server!
Punch a friggin tree.
IGN:Swampratluc
Age:15
Gender:15
Previous RP Experience:I have played on the Crimson Ingot server for a few months and have been playing DnD casually for the last 4+ years
How did you hear about us?:Just looking around the forums
What is your definition of metagaming?:Metagaming is using OOC information IC. if someone tells you something over skype, doesn't mean your character knows.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. For example: *Stabs heart*, is powergaming, it should be *Attempts to strike at heart*.
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?:Roleplaying is creating a character that is different than yourself and thinking and acting the way he/she would in the given circumstances
IC
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?”:"My name is Luc, its spelled L U C not "L U K E."
“How old are you?":"I'm 19 years old"
“What is your race?”:"I am a human"
“What gender are you?”:"Male"
“How would you describe your personality?”:"I've been told that I am shy and quiet. Also that it I often seem emotionless."
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?”:"As you can see I am fairly short, only about five feet and four inches tall I have brown hair and blue eyes and I have a very high metabolism so I am very thin. And I am very agile."
“Any… Portraits of you?”:"No." ((minecraft crashes whenever I try to take a screenshot))
“Tell me a bit about your history.”:" Well when I was a child I lived in a shack on a small island in a swamp with my father and mother and the only way to get to and from it was by canoe. My mother always treated me very kindly and I loved her very much, my father also treated me kindly but only when my mother was around. Whenever my mother would leave for a walk my father would beat me and threaten to hurt my mother if I told her about the beatings. When I turned thirteen my father started taking me out for "hunting and fishing trips" where he would take me out to the middle of a pond or a lake and throw me in just to watch me flail around in an attempt not to drown then pull me out at the very last second just to throw me back in again as soon as I caught my breath. At night he would make me set up a tent for him then he would beat me if it didn't meet his standards, which it never did. At night he would make me sleep outside only giving me an old worn out blanket and sometimes an old tarp on the rainy nights. He always fed me well so that I wouldn't look malnourished when we came home.
After a few trips with my father I had finally taught myself how to swim and tried to swim to land and get away from my father but he had canoed over to me pulled me into the canoe and hit me upside the head with a canoe paddle knocking me out. When I woke up I was at home lying on the kitchen table and my mother walked over and started talking to me. Apparently my father had told her that I fell out of the canoe and hit my head on a cypress knee then she told me that he wasn't home so I could tell her what really happened. I suddenly felt like I was punched in the chest, I quickly recovered and said that what my father said was true then asked for some pain medicine so my mother went outside and a few minutes later came back in with some leaves and roots and made me chew on them. After eating a couple of the roots I felt light headed and the last thing I remember after that is my mother walking over to me.
When I finally woke up I saw my father holding a large stick and my mother lying chest down on the floor, her bare back bleeding where she was hit repeatedly by my father. At first I was confused, wondering if I was imagining it, then I realized what happened, while I was lightheaded I must have told my mother about the beatings. I then felt my adrenaline pumping and got up off the table picked up one of the knifes my father used to field dress the animals we killed while hunting, then I started running at my father whose back was turned to me but when I got close his arm whipped around with the stick and it hit me on my cheek then without thinking I ran out the door. I then ran over to the canoe, jumped in, cut the rope that my father had tied to a tree, and started paddling away. I must have caught my father by surprise because I was already ten feet off shore before he even got out the door and because we only had one canoe he stopped chasing me at the shore and started cursing at me.
I had been canoeing for a few days and was very hungry before I had found any sign of other human life but I did find a town. Though I was very excited about finding the town it was very awkward for me because the only time I had ever seen another human other than my mother and father was when someone got lost in the swamp and found my shack. When I finally mustered up enough courage to go into the town I was amazed at the sight of other people but even more amazed by the few elves and dwarves which I had never heard of before! I soon got over the amazement when I smelled freshly baked bread from a bakery, a smell I had never smelled but a couple of times on special holidays, so I went in and asked for a loaf but was confused my the concept of money so I decided that I would just wait until no one was looking and just take a couple loafs which I did. After a few days in the town I was finally getting used to being around other people and money and everything when I saw my father waking into the bakery, he must have had another canoe hidden somewhere on the island, so I ran to my canoe which was hidden on the shore a little ways out of town and left as quickly as I could and haven't seen him since.
So for the last six years I have just been wandering around from town to town mostly thieving, which I am not proud of, but also taking up a lot of odd jobs and have found that I actually quite enjoy farming more than anything. And here I am."
“Any ambitions for the future?”:"I'm hoping to get away from my thieving ways and make an honest living and maybe even become a farmer eventually"
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?”:?Neutral, I don't like stealing or hurting anyone or anything but I will do what I have to do to survive."
“What are some strengths of yours, and some weaknesses?”:"Well like I said I am very agile, I am good at thievery, and I am a good farmer so I guess those are all strengths. As for my weaknesses I have a fear of large masses water because of my trips with my father, it isn't a terrible fear but I do try to stay out of water more than three feet deep unless I absolutely have to get in it, I would much rather be in a boat."
“Anything you like? Or any fears?”:"Like I said I enjoy farming and I have a fear of water."
“Anything else you’d like to say?”:"No"
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.
Accepted. Welcome to Actareth!
Punch a friggin tree.
OOC:
IGN:Lionman100
Age:15
Gender:male
Previous RP experience: not in minecraft but i believe that i am very good at getting into character.
How did you hear about us?:looking through the forums
Whats your definition of Metagaming?:the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.
Whats your definition of Powergaming?:making your character overly powerfull
What does “Roleplaying” mean to you?: playing a game in a made up role
IC - (This is to learn about your character, and to test your role playing skill. This shouldn’t take you much time, but please put some effort into it.)
[!] -Important!- : This is completely in character, answer as if YOU were your character. This is considered RP.
You step off the boat, stretching and taking a glance around at the new world, your new home. You take your first walk across the dock to the grass, and a young gentleman with a large book greets you. He speaks up in a less than cheery tone, its apparent he’s been doing this for a while, and is sick of it. Regardless of his mood, he greets you anyway. “We will need to ask you some questions, sir, before you step off into the world. Please answer truthfully and honestly, even though some things might seem to be worthless questions. Now, lets begin…” The man sighs, picking up his feather pen and opening to a fresh page in the book.
“What is your name?” : My name is Danny Raven.
“How old are you?” : Danny stops to think for a few seconds. 23 I do believe.
“What is your race?” : Is it not obvious to you? I am human.
“What gender are you?” : Again with the obvious questions. Well if you really are that blind, i am male.
“How would you describe your personality?” : Strong willed, precise, and easy to annoy.
“How would you describe yourself in appearance?” : White skin, brown hair blue eyes. I am beginning to believe that you are blind.
“Any… Portraits of you?”((Please provide a screen-shot of your skin, this can be done by entering singleplayer, pressing f5 twice, then f1, then pressing f2 to take the screenshot.)) "Can't figure out how to do this"
“Any ambitions for the future?” : to live like something more than a peasant.
“Tell me a bit about your history.” : ((For the history section, be as detailed as you wish, although there is no need to go overboard))
I grew up as an average peasant in the British isles. A poor farm boy. when i herd about the expedition i jumped on the opportunity for adventure.
Now whenare you going to let me go!?
“What would you describe your morals as… Good, evil? In the middle?” ((According to the alignment chart, somewhat similar to the DnD system. Lawful Good-Chaotic Evil, take your pick. You may have to look it up.)) : I follow the rules just don't me off.
“What are some strengths or yours, and some weaknesses?” I stand my ground and i am skilled with an axe. I also have a bit of an attitude is you couldn't already tell.
“Anything you like? Or any fears?” Not in this world yet
“Anything else you’d like to say?” When are you going to let me go?
The man nods, turning to a fresh page after the writing is done. “Good sir, welcome to the new world.” He turns away, letting you walk past, and greets the next person the same… You’ve made it, welcome to your new life.