-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Multiple D&Ds and a few other minecraft roleplaying servers like LotC and Aeonis.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Making a character out to be above anyone else, such as being an excellent fighter and taking no damage from a foe or having control over situations in which no one would have complete control.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Using OOC information ICly to further your character or to cause the story to shift in any way.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Aroan Finuan
-Character race: High Elf
-Character age: 132
-Character Occupation: Bartender
-Character Description: Aroan is a rather tall High Elf standing at eight feet tall. His hair which once was a light green, has been changed to a solid black color through his own preference. Aroan's eyes are still a deep green just as he was born with. Though his job puts him in a rather vibrant, lively position Aroan sticks to a rather drab wardrobe. He is normally found in fine black robes with a silver trimming to them.
-Character personality and trait: Aroan is a rather charismatic individual. He normally tries to welcome all though his family and elders would see him as a "Mud Elf." Aroan sees it as a necessity in his line of work and for his overall goals in life. Aroan is also a bit of a con man by trade. His time in taverns has given him a sense of people and unluckily for most Aroan uses that for his own advantage.
-Character biography: Aroan lived through the 70 year war, being 62 when the war had first broken out. The elders of his city had told the populace that they would be safe in the tree tops, well away from the Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins below them. Aroan, however, was not a strong believer in his elders' knowledge seeing as peace was the natural state in the world. When the Pact finally had reached his home Aroan was one of the many High Elves drafted to fight off the hordes of enemies that swarmed their treetop home. He was far from a suitable fighter seeing as he was only trained for a few months before the assault of his home, though Aroan stood his ground when the merciless waves of the Pact came through.
After the weeks of being besieged by the Pact, the treetop city fell. The Pact had effectively toppled the trees that held the city and left nothing for the High Elves to return to, and what survivors were left were rounded up and slaughtered in the fields below the trees. Only a handful of the townspeople had managed to evade the Pact's hunting parties as they made their way further west to the safety of Barkamsted. Some died of starvation, others were caught in their sleep or while gathering food for the rest of the journey. The already slim numbers of the survivors quickly dwindled to just a few, near death elves. Upon reaching the promised land of Barkamsted, the elves took on what duties they could in the city to help the expanse.
Aroan spent 67 years within Barkamsted working any job that he could find, this varied from masonry to baking. He did anything he could to keep himself alive while the town became more and more crowded. His efforts to make connections with all the incoming races separated himself from his own as he was deemed a "Mud Elf" for speaking with the other races. This was however the only way Aroan saw that he would begin to thrive within the walls and transcend the lower social bounds of the poor refugees.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each.)
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
With the obviously more nimble child already taking off Aroan would shake his head with a laugh. This had once been a hospitable town at least, but with the almost constant arrival of refugees in the past years it has turned so quickly. Aroan would let out a long breath as he continued his walk through the crowd, his own fingers beginning to wander as he bumped into people at the stands. Pouch after pouch Aroan cut them from the sides of the other townspeople. At the end of the marketplace Aroan would stuff all the pouches into a small bag before he slipped into the alley ways of the city.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Aroan would take out his knife from within the sleeve of his robe, this would be a pay day and the start of a new business oppurtuniry for him. As he approached the trapped wolf he would leap towards it, knocking the beast to its side as he wrapped an arm around its neck. The wolf had managed to take hold of Aroan's side with a bite, but Aroan fought through the pain. He drove the dagger into the wolf's neck, giving it a merciful death before taking its teeth from his side. There was a sharp pain associated with the bite and Aroan tended to it, wrapping it tightly with strips from the arm of his cloak. He was a bit short of breath, but Aroan ran after the pups and gathered them up. He loaded the pups into a small sack before taking his time to skin the mother. With pelt and pups in hand Aroan made his way back to the marketplace to get himself a well deserved pay day.
-Describe to us why you wish for your character to have magical capabilities: With a character that isn't a wonderful fighter and is relying on a smile and his words, I am hoping Aroan could use illusion magic to aid him in his schemes. Whether it be making clones to walk in all directions, clones to act as muscle, a mist, or anything he would need.
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic: The artifact given limits the overall strength of the magic, a person can channel as much as they have, but the artifact controls all.
-Please give a simple description of the magic system in your own words: Knowledge,artifacts, no spells. You have to learn to use your magic, you have to concentrate.
-You are given a very basic trinket of fire, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: Form a fireball, boil water, make a lantern, or start a campfire.
Previous Role Play Experience: Aeonis, I created a few roleplaying servers, I've written a good deal of lore for servers as well. If you want to read it let me know!
In your own words define Meta-Gaming: Meta gaming is using information gained outside of character and used in character.
In your own words define Power-Gaming: Controlling outcomes and acting as if you are unbeatable.
What is NLR and what is it's purpose?: Don't go back to where you were killed unless you are allowed, so you aren't cheating death.
Please describe the difference between OOC (out of character) and IC (in character): In character in part of your persona and part of the roleplay. Out of character is me bullshitting or talking to people outside of the roleplay.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Nope.
Why do you want to join us?: A friend of mine joined, Zimmeme.
IC Information --
Remember, the faction you choose will have a huge impact on your character.
Character name: Ethyn Usair
Faction(Choose one): Seraphim
Age: 23
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Personality: Ethyn is a rather steadfast fellow, his devotion to his own people is second to none. He treats conflicts like a game of chess, using any method or unorthodox tactics necessary to be the victor. Though he is not much of one for direct conflict he does enjoy a challenge occasionally and will take any challenge put in front of him very seriously. Ethyn is not one to back down from anything, be it a much larger opponent or a much greater enemy in conflicts he sees as chess matches. Above all his traits Ethyn is very tactful and diligent man, yet he does have his flaws. Ethyn doesn't know defeat and will press on even when death is knocking at his door.
Appearance:
Extra: Loves sharing drinks with friends.
Backstory (Atleast 2 good paragraphs!):
Ethyn sat at the end of a long table aboard his ship, he swirled his drink in his hand and looked over the simulated battlefield projected above the table. The battlefield followed the actions taking place well below him as he flew above the grounds, as he sat there staring at his battlefield when memories began flowing over him. They quickly flashed from his first day signing on with the military, to his aptitude testing, and his final arrival as a commander. His training was fierce and fast paced, he was trained to command the fierce armies of the Seraphim.
His head shook as he came back to and continued issuing his orders to the troops below. As he rested back in his chair after barking his orders to the troops below he took a drink from his glass. He rested his glass down on the table as his ship shook as artillery fire rained down on the infidels. A grin grew across his face as the artillery shells reached the surface and the explosions shook his ship once more. The thought of the screams caused his grin to grow a bit larger as his tapped his finger on his table and waited for further orders.
In the beginnings of the world there were a couple men living out in the woods, they were hunters and damn good at their profession. They peddled their hides and meats at any town they could get to and they spread their names as hunters. They tried to make a name, and a fortune, for themselves through trading what nature provided them. They saw it as a good means of living, the supply would never dwindle and the demand would only grow. As time went on the two hunters had slowly grown a small fortune for themselves and they made their hut in the woods into a true manor. It was a sight to be seen, though hidden deep in the darkness of the woods. They were pleased with their progress and continued to make sure their wealth only grew.
A couple years later the two were getting supplies ready for another round of trading when a sense of darkness filled their basement. Their torches were blown out and the room went into near darkness, the only light coming from their cellar door. A voice began to speak to them, it sounded of a thousand souls wailing in agony. It threatened not only the two hunters, but the all the living beings in this world. The hunters scoffed at the voice in disbelief of the voice's power, and thought of it as nothing. In that moment they were overcome with a sense of weakness, their bodies felt frail, but only for a moment. The two men were struck dumb as the voice yet again threatened them with death. It spoke of the curse that had been placed on them, the same curse that had been placed on those that lived on these lands long before they did. Then in a flash the room felt empty, the voice's presence could no longer be felt.
The two hunters still somewhat in disbelief of the voice re-lit their torches and began working again discussing the events that had just occurred. As they worked an old man burst through their door, the men got up quickly and took to arms facing the old man. As they stood there the old one talked of the voice and the dangers of it. He spoke of the time before the present, he claimed to the be only survivor of those times. As he spoke another man made his way into the basement, the old one claimed him to be "the chosen one." The one to fight the evil and bring all the people of the world through these horrid times.
The hunters decided to take arms with the man and follow him across the world to his home, Dragon's Crest. The city of riches, the city inside a mountain. The city wasn't much at the time, though it was rich in ores and weapons. The hunters worked hard along side the chosen one and set up a defense for the city, they prepared for an inevitable attack by the voice. As they laid the last portion of their wall the old one came forward and stood in front of the people of the town, not speaking very much. The man's face changed, it became dark and the sense of evil filled the area once again. The old man was the voice, the old man was the manifestation of the voice. The men quickly armed themselves and prepared for the worst. Giant spiders climbed over their poorly built walls and began ravaging the town. The hunters and the chosen one fought them all off wave after wave. After the bodies were cleared away the voice came back and fought the three men. After the fight one hunter took the mask the voice had worn and kept it as a trophy of the victory. The town gave the hunters a sword, a very well made sword, as a gift of gratitude.
The hunters returned home after their victory over the voice and hanged the sword up on their wall, the mask however was kept by Ethyn and worn as a symbol for all other evil to look upon. As the sun set and the moon rose that night there was a terrible, ground shaking force that moved across the land. The glasses the hunters had on a table tipped when the shaking began. The hunters quickly went outside to see what happen, or what had caused the rumble. Once they were outside the moans of tortured souls became abundantly clear. Evil had made its way into the world and made itself a prevalent force.
With evil emerging into the world and one successful killing of a true evil force the hunters saw a new way to gain fame and fortune. They turned to monster hunting as a new way of life. They already knew how to track, how to use a bow, and they were in good physical shape. They used what they knew and hunted down beasts night after night waiting for another true evil force to emerge and give them a true challenge. As the days came and went the hunters traveled to villages and towns looking for their next challenge. Eventually they came across a farm that had a giant coming and killing nearby farmers and stealing sheep. The hunters, egos filled and minds cloudy, went up into the mountains after the giant. They searched for a few days, but finally found his den. As they approached they made no attempt at being subtle and the giant took notice. Ethyn was quickly thrown from the den, but his partner, Christopher, was not so lucky. Christopher was torn apart as Ethyn laid in a bush close to death. The giant came out in search of Ethyn, but couldn't find him among all the brush.
After his partner's untimely death Ethyn left his manor in the forest and moved to a nearby town, Larkshire. He brought with him everything he could from the manor and was welcomed into the town. He took it upon himself to build a new home, something to help him forget the manor. He spent months building his home and in the end it was a magnificent, new manor. It was one of the taller buildings in the town and he took pride in his work. As much as he loved his work, Ethyn felt alone. He was missing something in his life. He set out to find another partner in life. He traveled for a year and found himself another partner, a wife. He met her in a small farm near a dense forest, she was too a hunter. While traveling back home with his new wife he met another man, a fierce fighter named Baldr. They all returned back to his home in Larkshire, Ethyn had begun to rebuild his group of hunters. He quickly named them The Hunter's Guild and began to recruit more and more people into it.
As his guild grew Ethyn decided it was time to move on from Larkshire. He ventured out with his new group consisting of five brave hunters. He had Kasie, Kornig, Baldr, and VenRose by his side now and they set off into the woods to make a new home, a safer home. After traveling a small distance from Larkshire they found their new home, Wolfden.
Minecraft Account Name: Enady Character Name: Ethyn Wolfe Character Gender: Male Desired Class: Mage RP Sample: PILLOWS DON'T COUNT
It was a rainy day in the mountainous village in which Ethyn lived. He had lived atop the mountain with his master in a small shack. There was a single path up to the shack which wound up the mountain. His master was a very old man, but very wise in the ways of magic. As the day went on Ethyn's master meditated to try and wait out the rain. There was a loud bang as the door was forced open by a horde of undead creatures. His master fried a few of the creatures before he was grabbed and torn apart in front of Ethyn. As his blood sprayed the creatures and shack, Ethyn blasted a wall of the shack and ran out to the path, which was infested with more of the undead creatures. Ethyn leaped from the top onto the path blasting a few creatures off and throwing a few others. He continued hopping down from level to level until he reached the base of the mountain. Then he ran towards the woods at the base of the mountain and climbed high up into a tree. He stayed there hidden in the leaves as the creatures tried to climb the large tree. He waited until day then started to climb from tree to tree trying to stay clear of the hordes around him.
Oh and if you need help with plugins or things like that I can help. Gise, Vasrock, and Fixitman can vouch for that.
OOC INFO: APPLYING FOR HUMAN
IGN:koolest444
Age:16
Skype Name (optional):Evolutionofl
Location (Optional): New Hampshire, United States, No city saying.
Why do you want to join the server?: Because I really am bored of other servers and I want a fresh new one
What do you want in a RP server?: Fun, isn't that what everyone wants?
IC INFO:
Name: Alexander 'skilledshot' Nebemer
Age: 25
Town: City Ashburton, Castle Folset
Ethnicity:Casterians
Appearance: A Miner set.. he wears blue goggles, And.... green hair?
Skin (Optional): I have no clue how to post it.... Sorry
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): Alexander was young when he was moved with his family to Darkahlen land, about 5. When he was 12 his parents died in a brutal strike from creepers. Ever since then he survived on his own, mining for a living and reading books about the ways of the bow. Nobody in the city even knew that his parents were dead. at the age of 18 he found his first diamond (he never found anymore) and used the money he got from it to learn more of the ways of an archer. At age 23 he finally learned enough about a bow to use one, he killed 4 creepers for revenge of his parents deaths. Ever since his first bow attacks he stayed an archer, never weilding any sword but wood. Closely to his 25th birthday bandits came and took mostly everything from him, including his only bow. He went searching for a new city to live in on his birthday, when he saw the one and only herobrine, and because of being seen herobrine cursed him to have no eyes, only being able to see using goggles that were enchanted for the blind. Now he lives in Ashburton, 50000 blocks away from his old home, hoping to start new. Not even knowing about the races differences..
RP Example:
Theme, Fighting. Place, Forest.
Alexander: Finally... a bow, just what i always wanted
(entering creepers, 2 to be exact)
Alexander: creepers, again.... I will have my revenge
Alexander aims his bow and shoots a creeper in the eye, death by first shot, he then punches the other creeper and shoots 3 quick arrows to the knees of the creeper.
Alexander: Finally, vengance for my parents, This bow will help in the future...
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen?
They came because there land had disease and famine if im right... I am not good at quizzes...
2. What sparked the elven-human war?
Nomatic tribe humans attacked the elves, which sparked the war between them
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?
I have no clue even after reading it again, so im gonna go out on a limb here and say Ashburton, please dont hold it against me if i got it wrong.
4. What are the current ethnic groups? Casterians Adelbrechtens Tains
Oh and before I forget to post it, I think I was supposed to put something for the application... uhhh, Oh Ya!
Licentia & Locatio
Your background isn't really to our lore. Moving to Darkahlen at 5 would be way too long ago, you'd be dead. And Zelnok is right the parents dying is a cliche. You got the questions right and you read the rules. Your example and background need a lot of work though.
Why do you want to join the server?: RP is a very fun and enjoyable thing, along with interesting lore and players.
What do you want in a RP server?: People who give the Role Play a complete, in-depth, and very immerse feel to it to make it a rich, fun, and good expirience.
IC INFO:
Name: Renakai Freeman
Age:27
Town: Ashburton
Ethnicity: Casterian
Appearance: Caucasian, Around the Height of 6'5, broad shoulders, darkish brown hair cut short roughly with a knife.
Skin (Optional):
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): Renakai was born in the city of Ashburton, he lived a very quiet life there, full of peace, fun, and harmony. Everything in his life was fairly great, until about when he was 14. His parents took him into town to do trading with the local tradesman. Renakai had wandered off as they were trading. He went to the forest the was nearby on the edge of the town. He walked into the cave to see what was in the woods that he had heard. After surveying the area, he walked back to not see them anywhere in sight. He then travelled back to his home town and headed home to find them not there. Things were tidy, and he remembered they planned on moving. His parents had left him alone. He decided to wander from town to town to find them. To this day he still looks to find his parents.
RP Example: Renakai felt his way through the dark, pushing aside the leaves and branches of the trees as he passed. His eyes widened as it grew darker,
the further into the woods he went. He then noticed a small warm looking glow in the distance. He grabbed his map and marked the area so he could
return. He put away his map when he saw someone placing a large object into a chest, he quickly drew his dagger and waited. As he turned away from
him, He jumped upon his back, tackling him to the ground and driving the dagger into his back several times. He then got up off of him and proceeded to
the chest. He opened it with anticipation, to find the most glorious blade he had ever seen in his days of traveling.
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen?
Disease and famine causing them to migrate.
2. What sparked the elven-human war?
A small Human tribe conducted an attack on an Elven settlement
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?
I don't know. Waaaaaaaaaaah!
4. What are the current ethnic groups?
-Casterians
-Adelbrechtens
-Tains
Why do you want to join the server?:Looking for an RP server
What do you want in a RP server?:A community that knows how to RP
IC INFO:
Name:Roman
Age:14
Town:Ashburton
Ethnicity:Casterian
Appearance:Small , Thin Brown Hair blue eyes
Skin (Optional):
Backstory (More than 5 sentences):When born his parents left him so he was raised in an orphanage. At the age of 5 he swore to himself he would eventually move up in the ranks and become a politician or in the military. By 10 he came to the realization that he would never become what he wanted unless he went out and worked for it. So when he turned 14 he bid away from his home and friends , and left everyone that cared for him away to pursue his dream.He left for Ashburton , and to get a job and save his money.He plans to train on his diplomatic skills and become a politician.
RP Exampample:
-As he makes his way to Ashburton , Roman hears a sound in a bush off to the side of the road- "Huh? Who's there?" he shouts out. A tall man appears , with a dog at his side and says "Hey! What are you doing out here alone?" Roman quickly responds "I'm on my way to Ashburton , why do you ask?" the man steps forward and says "Oh , so am I ... I suppose I'll see you there!"Roman then continues on the road as the man plays with his dog.
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen?Famine and disease
2. What sparked the elven-human war?Small human settlement attacked an elven town
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?What does this have to do with anything? Assur
4. What are the current ethnic groups Casterians Adelbrechtens Tains
Why do you want to join the server?: It's a RP server, and I love roleplaying. I've been looking for a good RP server for quite a while now, and I think this one sounds great.
What do you want in a RP server?: People who ACTUALLY RP, proper grammar, and active members.
IC INFO:
Name: Neal Akerman
Age: 20
Town: Paisley, eventually will move to Ashburton with his brother.
Ethnicity: Tains
Appearance: Neal's tall, about 6'3" with brown hair and eyes.
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): Born in the town of Paisley, Neal and his brother worked from day one. Neal was a dreamer, he kept his family fed, and helped anyone that needed it. His father worked in the mine, and if he was lucky, him and John could go down and help out. His mother was very social, and knew a lot of people, so she would get jobs for him every now and again. Neal mostly repaired old homes, or shops, and occasionaly worked in the mines. John, his brother, would hunt and bring the game to Neal so he could sell it. Over time, Neal came pretty good at trading, and learned the art quickly. As he grew up, he decided he eventually would like to make his own Trading Company, and have his brother John work with him, side by side, together.
RP Example: ( Neal's mother tells him a woman in town needs help repairing her roof, so Neal heads over there and fixes it. )
Neal: -approaches the woman that needs help- "Hello, what needs doing?" Woman: "There's a hole in the roof, and I know who did it. Them damn kids were throwin' rocks at my house last night! Oh! I'll get them." Neal: -slightly smirking- "Ok, i'll fix it right away." -he says and climbs onto the roof. He takes a shingle, and nails it over the hole, then climbs back down. Woman: "Oh, let me pay you, thank you Neal. I really do appreciate it!" -she says handing Neal the money.- Neal: -takes the money, thanks the woman, and heads home-.
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen?
-Terrible disease and famine.
2. What sparked the elven-human war? -A small human tribe attacked an elven settlement.
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?
-Assur.
4. What are the current ethnic groups?
-Casterian (English cultural theme)
-Adelbrechten (German cultural theme)
-Tains (Scottish cultural theme)
Why do you want to join the server?: I have been looking for a good RP server for awhile. There's not many good ones left anymore. The lore and server itself sound great. Really what i was looking for
What do you want in a RP server?: Active people, actual Roleplaying.
IC INFO:
Name: John Akerman
Age:19
Town: Paisley, then eventually move to Ashburton to start their Trading Company.
Ethnicity: Tains
Appearance: Tall, about 6'1", Brown hair, Blue eyes
Skin (Optional):
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): John was born in a poor family in the town of Paisley. He was 2nd born after his Brother Neal Akerman. They are hard workers and will work until the deed is done. His father was a miner and very quiet and kept to himself. If they were lucky John and his Brother Neal were allowed to help mine with their Father. Their mother, the complete opposite, was a very social woman and talked to everybody. John would hunt and bring the game and supplies to his brother Neal. Neal would then sell what John got and shared the profit. John and his brother are currently working on saving up money to start a Trading Company together.
RP Example: (( John is out tracking nearby game))
John: -treading slowly and trying not to make a noise, he takes his bow out and looks up and over the bush, noticing the deer he's been tracking for days now. He takes an arrow, rests it on the bow, pulls back the string, and sends the arrow flying at the Deer.- "Yes!" -he says as the deer falls to the ground. He takes out his knife, walks towards the deer, and pierces the deers skin, skinning it. -
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen
-Terrible disease and famine from the other land.
2. What sparked the elven-human war?
-A small human tribe attacked a elven settlement.
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?
-Assur
4. What are the current ethnic groups?
-Casterians (English Cultural Theme)-
Adelbrechtens (German cultural theme)
-Tains (Scottish cultural theme)
BOTH ACCEPTED! I like the brothers joining. Should be some good rp. Glad to have you here!
Why do you want to join the server?:Looking for an RP server
What do you want in a RP server?:A community that knows how to RP
IC INFO:
Before I continue , could I be the roll of a child? (Possibly an orphan , or if somebody wants one.) I'll edit my post with the rest of the information after you answer that , if I can't its not a problem.
Name:Roman
Age:
Town:
Ethnicity:
Appearance:
Skin (Optional):
Backstory (More than 5 sentences):
RP Example:
Q&A: Lore
1. What led the humans to the land of Darkahlen?Famine and disease
2. What sparked the elven-human war?Small human settlement attacked an elven town
3. What is the capitol of Assyria?What does this have to do with anything?
4. What are the current ethnic groups Casterians Adelbrechtens Tains
Licentia & Locatio!
Yes you can play as a child. We don't judge on that, just on actual grammar and rp skill.
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----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN: Enady
-Skype Name: everett.jjones
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Multiple D&Ds and a few other minecraft roleplaying servers like LotC and Aeonis.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: Making a character out to be above anyone else, such as being an excellent fighter and taking no damage from a foe or having control over situations in which no one would have complete control.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Using OOC information ICly to further your character or to cause the story to shift in any way.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Aroan Finuan
-Character race: High Elf
-Character age: 132
-Character Occupation: Bartender
-Character Description: Aroan is a rather tall High Elf standing at eight feet tall. His hair which once was a light green, has been changed to a solid black color through his own preference. Aroan's eyes are still a deep green just as he was born with. Though his job puts him in a rather vibrant, lively position Aroan sticks to a rather drab wardrobe. He is normally found in fine black robes with a silver trimming to them.
-Character personality and trait: Aroan is a rather charismatic individual. He normally tries to welcome all though his family and elders would see him as a "Mud Elf." Aroan sees it as a necessity in his line of work and for his overall goals in life. Aroan is also a bit of a con man by trade. His time in taverns has given him a sense of people and unluckily for most Aroan uses that for his own advantage.
-Character biography: Aroan lived through the 70 year war, being 62 when the war had first broken out. The elders of his city had told the populace that they would be safe in the tree tops, well away from the Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins below them. Aroan, however, was not a strong believer in his elders' knowledge seeing as peace was the natural state in the world. When the Pact finally had reached his home Aroan was one of the many High Elves drafted to fight off the hordes of enemies that swarmed their treetop home. He was far from a suitable fighter seeing as he was only trained for a few months before the assault of his home, though Aroan stood his ground when the merciless waves of the Pact came through.
After the weeks of being besieged by the Pact, the treetop city fell. The Pact had effectively toppled the trees that held the city and left nothing for the High Elves to return to, and what survivors were left were rounded up and slaughtered in the fields below the trees. Only a handful of the townspeople had managed to evade the Pact's hunting parties as they made their way further west to the safety of Barkamsted. Some died of starvation, others were caught in their sleep or while gathering food for the rest of the journey. The already slim numbers of the survivors quickly dwindled to just a few, near death elves. Upon reaching the promised land of Barkamsted, the elves took on what duties they could in the city to help the expanse.
Aroan spent 67 years within Barkamsted working any job that he could find, this varied from masonry to baking. He did anything he could to keep himself alive while the town became more and more crowded. His efforts to make connections with all the incoming races separated himself from his own as he was deemed a "Mud Elf" for speaking with the other races. This was however the only way Aroan saw that he would begin to thrive within the walls and transcend the lower social bounds of the poor refugees.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each.)
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
With the obviously more nimble child already taking off Aroan would shake his head with a laugh. This had once been a hospitable town at least, but with the almost constant arrival of refugees in the past years it has turned so quickly. Aroan would let out a long breath as he continued his walk through the crowd, his own fingers beginning to wander as he bumped into people at the stands. Pouch after pouch Aroan cut them from the sides of the other townspeople. At the end of the marketplace Aroan would stuff all the pouches into a small bag before he slipped into the alley ways of the city.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Aroan would take out his knife from within the sleeve of his robe, this would be a pay day and the start of a new business oppurtuniry for him. As he approached the trapped wolf he would leap towards it, knocking the beast to its side as he wrapped an arm around its neck. The wolf had managed to take hold of Aroan's side with a bite, but Aroan fought through the pain. He drove the dagger into the wolf's neck, giving it a merciful death before taking its teeth from his side. There was a sharp pain associated with the bite and Aroan tended to it, wrapping it tightly with strips from the arm of his cloak. He was a bit short of breath, but Aroan ran after the pups and gathered them up. He loaded the pups into a small sack before taking his time to skin the mother. With pelt and pups in hand Aroan made his way back to the marketplace to get himself a well deserved pay day.
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-Describe to us why you wish for your character to have magical capabilities: With a character that isn't a wonderful fighter and is relying on a smile and his words, I am hoping Aroan could use illusion magic to aid him in his schemes. Whether it be making clones to walk in all directions, clones to act as muscle, a mist, or anything he would need.
-Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic: The artifact given limits the overall strength of the magic, a person can channel as much as they have, but the artifact controls all.
-Please give a simple description of the magic system in your own words: Knowledge,artifacts, no spells. You have to learn to use your magic, you have to concentrate.
-You are given a very basic trinket of fire, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket: Form a fireball, boil water, make a lantern, or start a campfire.
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Ingame Username: Enady
Previous Role Play Experience: Aeonis, I created a few roleplaying servers, I've written a good deal of lore for servers as well. If you want to read it let me know!
In your own words define Meta-Gaming: Meta gaming is using information gained outside of character and used in character.
In your own words define Power-Gaming: Controlling outcomes and acting as if you are unbeatable.
What is NLR and what is it's purpose?: Don't go back to where you were killed unless you are allowed, so you aren't cheating death.
Please describe the difference between OOC (out of character) and IC (in character): In character in part of your persona and part of the roleplay. Out of character is me bullshitting or talking to people outside of the roleplay.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Nope.
Why do you want to join us?: A friend of mine joined, Zimmeme.
IC Information --
Remember, the faction you choose will have a huge impact on your character.
Character name: Ethyn Usair
Faction(Choose one): Seraphim
Age: 23
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Personality: Ethyn is a rather steadfast fellow, his devotion to his own people is second to none. He treats conflicts like a game of chess, using any method or unorthodox tactics necessary to be the victor. Though he is not much of one for direct conflict he does enjoy a challenge occasionally and will take any challenge put in front of him very seriously. Ethyn is not one to back down from anything, be it a much larger opponent or a much greater enemy in conflicts he sees as chess matches. Above all his traits Ethyn is very tactful and diligent man, yet he does have his flaws. Ethyn doesn't know defeat and will press on even when death is knocking at his door.
Appearance:
Extra: Loves sharing drinks with friends.
Backstory (Atleast 2 good paragraphs!):
Ethyn sat at the end of a long table aboard his ship, he swirled his drink in his hand and looked over the simulated battlefield projected above the table. The battlefield followed the actions taking place well below him as he flew above the grounds, as he sat there staring at his battlefield when memories began flowing over him. They quickly flashed from his first day signing on with the military, to his aptitude testing, and his final arrival as a commander. His training was fierce and fast paced, he was trained to command the fierce armies of the Seraphim.
His head shook as he came back to and continued issuing his orders to the troops below. As he rested back in his chair after barking his orders to the troops below he took a drink from his glass. He rested his glass down on the table as his ship shook as artillery fire rained down on the infidels. A grin grew across his face as the artillery shells reached the surface and the explosions shook his ship once more. The thought of the screams caused his grin to grow a bit larger as his tapped his finger on his table and waited for further orders.
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In the beginnings of the world there were a couple men living out in the woods, they were hunters and damn good at their profession. They peddled their hides and meats at any town they could get to and they spread their names as hunters. They tried to make a name, and a fortune, for themselves through trading what nature provided them. They saw it as a good means of living, the supply would never dwindle and the demand would only grow. As time went on the two hunters had slowly grown a small fortune for themselves and they made their hut in the woods into a true manor. It was a sight to be seen, though hidden deep in the darkness of the woods. They were pleased with their progress and continued to make sure their wealth only grew.
A couple years later the two were getting supplies ready for another round of trading when a sense of darkness filled their basement. Their torches were blown out and the room went into near darkness, the only light coming from their cellar door. A voice began to speak to them, it sounded of a thousand souls wailing in agony. It threatened not only the two hunters, but the all the living beings in this world. The hunters scoffed at the voice in disbelief of the voice's power, and thought of it as nothing. In that moment they were overcome with a sense of weakness, their bodies felt frail, but only for a moment. The two men were struck dumb as the voice yet again threatened them with death. It spoke of the curse that had been placed on them, the same curse that had been placed on those that lived on these lands long before they did. Then in a flash the room felt empty, the voice's presence could no longer be felt.
The two hunters still somewhat in disbelief of the voice re-lit their torches and began working again discussing the events that had just occurred. As they worked an old man burst through their door, the men got up quickly and took to arms facing the old man. As they stood there the old one talked of the voice and the dangers of it. He spoke of the time before the present, he claimed to the be only survivor of those times. As he spoke another man made his way into the basement, the old one claimed him to be "the chosen one." The one to fight the evil and bring all the people of the world through these horrid times.
The hunters decided to take arms with the man and follow him across the world to his home, Dragon's Crest. The city of riches, the city inside a mountain. The city wasn't much at the time, though it was rich in ores and weapons. The hunters worked hard along side the chosen one and set up a defense for the city, they prepared for an inevitable attack by the voice. As they laid the last portion of their wall the old one came forward and stood in front of the people of the town, not speaking very much. The man's face changed, it became dark and the sense of evil filled the area once again. The old man was the voice, the old man was the manifestation of the voice. The men quickly armed themselves and prepared for the worst. Giant spiders climbed over their poorly built walls and began ravaging the town. The hunters and the chosen one fought them all off wave after wave. After the bodies were cleared away the voice came back and fought the three men. After the fight one hunter took the mask the voice had worn and kept it as a trophy of the victory. The town gave the hunters a sword, a very well made sword, as a gift of gratitude.
The hunters returned home after their victory over the voice and hanged the sword up on their wall, the mask however was kept by Ethyn and worn as a symbol for all other evil to look upon. As the sun set and the moon rose that night there was a terrible, ground shaking force that moved across the land. The glasses the hunters had on a table tipped when the shaking began. The hunters quickly went outside to see what happen, or what had caused the rumble. Once they were outside the moans of tortured souls became abundantly clear. Evil had made its way into the world and made itself a prevalent force.
With evil emerging into the world and one successful killing of a true evil force the hunters saw a new way to gain fame and fortune. They turned to monster hunting as a new way of life. They already knew how to track, how to use a bow, and they were in good physical shape. They used what they knew and hunted down beasts night after night waiting for another true evil force to emerge and give them a true challenge. As the days came and went the hunters traveled to villages and towns looking for their next challenge. Eventually they came across a farm that had a giant coming and killing nearby farmers and stealing sheep. The hunters, egos filled and minds cloudy, went up into the mountains after the giant. They searched for a few days, but finally found his den. As they approached they made no attempt at being subtle and the giant took notice. Ethyn was quickly thrown from the den, but his partner, Christopher, was not so lucky. Christopher was torn apart as Ethyn laid in a bush close to death. The giant came out in search of Ethyn, but couldn't find him among all the brush.
After his partner's untimely death Ethyn left his manor in the forest and moved to a nearby town, Larkshire. He brought with him everything he could from the manor and was welcomed into the town. He took it upon himself to build a new home, something to help him forget the manor. He spent months building his home and in the end it was a magnificent, new manor. It was one of the taller buildings in the town and he took pride in his work. As much as he loved his work, Ethyn felt alone. He was missing something in his life. He set out to find another partner in life. He traveled for a year and found himself another partner, a wife. He met her in a small farm near a dense forest, she was too a hunter. While traveling back home with his new wife he met another man, a fierce fighter named Baldr. They all returned back to his home in Larkshire, Ethyn had begun to rebuild his group of hunters. He quickly named them The Hunter's Guild and began to recruit more and more people into it.
As his guild grew Ethyn decided it was time to move on from Larkshire. He ventured out with his new group consisting of five brave hunters. He had Kasie, Kornig, Baldr, and VenRose by his side now and they set off into the woods to make a new home, a safer home. After traveling a small distance from Larkshire they found their new home, Wolfden.
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Character Name: Ethyn Wolfe
Character Gender: Male
Desired Class: Mage
RP Sample: PILLOWS DON'T COUNT
It was a rainy day in the mountainous village in which Ethyn lived. He had lived atop the mountain with his master in a small shack. There was a single path up to the shack which wound up the mountain. His master was a very old man, but very wise in the ways of magic. As the day went on Ethyn's master meditated to try and wait out the rain. There was a loud bang as the door was forced open by a horde of undead creatures. His master fried a few of the creatures before he was grabbed and torn apart in front of Ethyn. As his blood sprayed the creatures and shack, Ethyn blasted a wall of the shack and ran out to the path, which was infested with more of the undead creatures. Ethyn leaped from the top onto the path blasting a few creatures off and throwing a few others. He continued hopping down from level to level until he reached the base of the mountain. Then he ran towards the woods at the base of the mountain and climbed high up into a tree. He stayed there hidden in the leaves as the creatures tried to climb the large tree. He waited until day then started to climb from tree to tree trying to stay clear of the hordes around him.
Oh and if you need help with plugins or things like that I can help. Gise, Vasrock, and Fixitman can vouch for that.
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3. I know a few people on this server and they wanted me to apply. I've played minecraft for awhile now and worked on a few servers.
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Your background isn't really to our lore. Moving to Darkahlen at 5 would be way too long ago, you'd be dead. And Zelnok is right the parents dying is a cliche. You got the questions right and you read the rules. Your example and background need a lot of work though.
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I like the brothers joining. Should be some good rp. Glad to have you here!
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Yes you can play as a child. We don't judge on that, just on actual grammar and rp skill.
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