IGN: FallenSanity Age: 203 Role-Play Exp.: I've been role-playing actively for about three years, but dabbled with a few other pen-and-paper RPs two years beforehand. I've never really played on a Minecraft RP, so this should be kind of new to me. I most actively perform on forum-based Roleplays, which has given my a better bond with being able to creat emotion through text and to actually formulate a character and a true being. I've been to Ancient Rome, to Modern Japan, even once all the way out to an Omega Relay. But never, in all my time, had I visited Tamriel. I look forward to this chance. Why Us: Well, why not? I've been looking for a Minecraft RP for a while, and while I may help make a few, I never tend to actually get to play on them. Skyrim is a great game, and I can only imagine what it's concepts could be like with RP factors of Minecraft dabbled in. I'm helping with another Skyrim server currently, and seeing this one in action would really give me some insight on what we could do to our own world. Time You Can Dedicate: Hmm. A few hours a day, minimum five days a week, at worst.
IC
Name: Vaedel Undelt Race: High Elf Gender: Male Age: 36 Appearance: As an Altmer, Vaedel's sharp yellow skin clings tightly to his muscles and bones, emphasizing his impressive cheekbones and jaw line, as well as his well toned and fit body, specifically his well worked legs. His eyes are sharp and precise, giving him a very serious demeanor, his stress-lines adding to this theme crudely. His long hair flows down the sides of his face, curving behind his pointed ears before shagging down to his shoulders where his mane of black hair ends. He is as proud as an Altmer can be, a good figure, clean hair, bright eyes, and a staggering height of 7ft 2. Fears: Vaedel likes to think he is the stalwart hero of Tamriel, a being without fear or sadness. In reality however, he has always in his soul held fear for loss, something he can rarely cope with due to how little of it has ever honestly experienced. Because of this, when he does suffer loss he nearly breaks down, unable to do almost anything for weeks on end in certain cases.
Another great, and very odd fear of his, is that one day he may run into something he never expects. His senses are sharp and his mind is strong; he is almost always able to decipher where he is or what will happen next. If he is indeed one day surprised, not even he knows how he will react. Personality: Many Altmer are ignorant of the races beyond the Summerset Isle. Vaedel holds himself in very high regard, as does he hold all High Elves, but this does not mean he does not admire and respect others. He enjoys company, normally groups of two or three beside him. This keeps him feeling safe and kind, though his rude and arrogant mind tends to push this away. He tried to be happy, most of the time, but due to his serious nature this is often clouded. Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary Skills: Destruction and Conjuration magic. He finds the use of weaponry as remedial as paid labour, and as such has never held a sword or bow in his life. Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
A sudden crack broke the silence of the forest, as a heavily armed bandit swung his mighty axe, its thick metal head slicing through the trunk of a large and blooming tree. Leaves fell as he forced his axe out, and for a second time swung through the trunk, the second swing also the final as the large white trunk with its many branches fell to the forest floor, a heavy thud reverberating past the trees.
"Woodchopping duty. What'd I do to get this kinda treatment." The Argonian grumbled beneath his breath as he began to break the downed tree apart into many chunks, to make traversing the rocky landscape with it simpler for himself. He wondered what had caused him to wander so far from the camp, and recalled seeing some sort of strange female figure leading him to this spot. She'd been lit up like Whiterun in one of his dream, flames sprouting around her body. Of course, the second he crossed the small hillock she was gone. Typical temptress, leading wary soldiers to their demise. The Argonian bandit has decided it was best to get a tree and leave, in hopes that whatever the temptress was planning would not come so soon. Under both arms he held many chunks of wood, his thick iron axe strapped to his back as he began a long trek.
Or at least, it would have been a long trek, had he not felt the sudden surge of electricity run through his body as he took his first step, hurling the wood in all directions as he spasmed for a few moments before collapsing to the floor, drool bubbling out of his mouth. He was able to look up for a brief moment, the glare of two golden eyes meeting his, before blacking out.
A ball of bright red flame hurled out of the High Elves hand, the deadly spell scorching the lizards flesh as it slowly killed him. Vaedel looked over towards a small campsite over the hills. His target lay within that stretch.
The bandit guards pulled the front gate open, allowing their friend entry, as he dropped the large chunks of wood near the entrance. a numbr of bandits rushed in to take them back to their own fires, before the heavily armoured bandit marauder picked up several chunks and took them back to the chieftain. The camp fell silent as he strode back towards the largest tent, his black armour giving off an almost threatening glow in the moons light. The second he was back in the tent, the High Elf bandit rushed in with him, leaving the scavenging bandits near the gate confused, unsure why someone would rush head on to certain doom like that. A yell, a tear, and then the sound of metal tearing through flesh. The shadow of blood splattered against the tent, the light of the fire flickering behind it. One figure rose in the light, something dripping from his arm. A sigh could be heard, before he too fell to the floor. The bandits began to converge towards the tent, awaiting the victors exit. When no one came, one of the bandits thought it would be best to peak his head in and find out what happened.
His head pushed through the tents entrance, and in an instant the mammoth hide material was a blaze, a massive fire crackling around it as the bandits fled in all directions, horrified of what was going on. As the fire burst and popped, a single golden eyed man sprinted out, making his way for the gate as he clutched his arm tight, trying to sustain the blood flow.
He unclipped the thick leather armour as he ran, lightening his load to ensure a swift escape. A second burst of flame from his hands, and soon the gate was roaring in flame behind him, the screams of burning bandits giving him a warm sense of satisfaction. He had gotten very lucky in that situation; if not for the stupidity of this sect of bandits, he'd never have even been able to get in. The High Elf collapsed against a tree, looking back at the burning encampment, watching as Orcs and Khajiit fled the area. As always, the Nords and Imperials were the last out, still trying to salvage everything they could other than their lives. Vaedel made a quick mental note to never try that kind of thing again. He may not like bandits or what they did, but he preferred being alive life, even if meant not getting paid.
Vaedel walked silently into The Bee and Barb, surveying the inhabitants for his benefactor. There she sat, impatiently tapping her foot, as her gaze dropped on him. Her brow furrowed, and as he sat across from her she could not hold back.
"Those moronic bandits were able to wound you?" The High Elf cleared his throat slightly, a little offended by her tone. She'd paid him to deal with their chieftain, and he'd done just that. The fact that she would criticize him made the elf regret his job even more. "Please, Maven, just give me my money and I''l be off." She pulled out a small bag of gold, the jingle of coins drawing the attention of a few drunks. The High Elf swiped it out of her grasp, and with a simple bow as he stood, made his leave. If he could avoid that cynical bat until the day he died, he knew he would try his best.
"Enjoy the gold, Vaedel. Divines know you'll need it." She scoffed, before exiting out the alternate door to the pub.
The High Elf exited the city, bought a horse from the local keeper, and rode off, hoping to make as much distance as he could. something inside him told him to go back, see if the Jarl had any work. But Black-briar and her corrupt ways made him want to steer clear far more than his lust for work. Besides, it wasn't like Whiterun didn't have its problems here and there, especially with all those guards that can barely handle a single arrow to the knee.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Vaedel was born in Hammerfell to a pair of wandering High Elves from the Summerset Isle. They had decided to move to Skyrim once the war had ended, with the hope to show the Nords that not all High Elves had this great distaste for their ways. Vaedel had come unexpectedly, but it gave the two elves good reason to set up homes in Skyrim. By the time Vaedel was three, they already owned a house in Solitude, having spent a vast amount of their wealth on it.
Vaedel didn;t hang out with many of the children in Solitude, instead wandering around the docks and talking to people from distant lands. He met people from all corners of Tamriel, from Bosmer farmers to Imperial researchers for the origins of the Dwemer. The tales he heard from these travelers far surpassed the hours of fun the children in the streets were having, to Vaedel at least. It was at these docks that Vaedel met the Elf that would change him forever, an old Mage that specialized in Destruction. It was a kind of magic his parents never told him about, and as such he was intrigued instantly.
Vaedel continued to meet with the Dark Elf through his teen years, and indeed for nearly one hundred years more, learning how to destroy foes, friends, or even entire civilizations with only a few spells. The Dark Elf commonly commented that he was a natural at killing, something Vaedel never understood till his current years. The two formed a close student-teacher relationship, and when the Dark Elf eventually left to return to Morrowind, Vaedel shed his first tear, and to this day his last.
As Vaedel neared combat readiness, his parents began to push him away, to let him live his own life. He eventually left Solitude, to wander the land of Skyrim to his content. He visited many lands, most prominently Whiterun, a small city that captured his heart; the people were so welcoming of a High Elf. Or at least, most were. Vaedel tried to ignore these people, Stormcloaks and their supporters, but with their growing numbers he found it harder and harder. Eventually he took it upon himself to do something, and so he began to speak with the Jarls personal Mage, to learn the skills of Conjuration. He spent only weeks at a time in Whiterun, spending the rest of his life roaming and honing his magical skills. Soon, he was able to return to the noble city, and horrify the head of the house Grey-mane by summoning a deadly Dremora Lord in the veterans own room. It is said he still has nightmares of that moment. Vaedel never knew what it was that made him do it. Perhaps at first he had wanted to simply kill the patron but had soon grown to realize no mans opinion deserved death. Whatever the case, the High Elf is proud he did not kill the old Nord. It was something that would have eaten away at him for his entire life.
Many years passed, after he was removed from Whiterun. He had heard news of a young soul, the Dovahkiin, who was destined to slay a fierce being known as Alduin. Vaedel spent his last three years of freedom hunting this Dragonborn, in hopes of joining him on his long quest, or perhaps even teaching him the craft of Destruction as his own master had him. But alas, as he came close to tracing the mystical soldier, he finally heard news of the mans conquests and his purpose.
It was then that Vaedel learnt that the Dovahkiin had failed.
Almost instantaneously Vaedel discarded everything he carried, his armour, food, potions, and artifacts, and sold them for simple robes. He ran, as fast as he could, back to Solitude. If the Dovahkiin had lost, it meant the Dragons had won, that Alduin, the destroyer of worlds, ruled supreme over Skyrim, and perhaps soon, all of Tamriel.
Once Vaedel arrived back at his old home, he was greeted by a sight of many boats departing the bay, fleeing Skyrim. As he stood on the opposite side of the docks, he saw on one of the boats two High Elves, waving and yelling at him. His parents. His father yelled words of comfort, telling Vaedel to stay strong, while his mother screamed for her son to climb aboard. Vaedel made the split second choice, and swam through the freezing water towards the boat, clinging to the wooden railings as he attempted to climb the side of the boat. An Imperial soldier came over to help him up, but not before a frenzied man rushed over and pushed the High Elf back into the water, spouting insane ramblings, saying that the ship was already filled and that they were already heading too slowly. Vaedel watched as his tearful mother left his sight, to journey to the safe world.
Vaedel swam over to the docks, his body shivering fiercely as he began boarding one of the ships. He did not even know where he was going, all he knew was that his parents were going there as well, and that was more than enough for him. Whether he'd see them ever again he did not know, and whether or not they'd return to Skyrim seemed fruitless now. A new world, a new life, and a new story. Vaedel looked back at Skyrim, and began to think. Why now?
FUS RO DAH
Okay, hope this isn't too late :L. If anything needs changing, just say the word. :3 Look forward to getting this chance.
IGN: FallenSanity
Age: 25
Why you want to be whitelisted: Well, Lord of the rings was the first series of anything I ever enjoyed fully. I have the entire Special Edition Movie set, and all of Tolkeins books, including the Silmarillion, and I am an avid player of the Lord of the Rings hobby game, in which a person can buy models of character and create an army.
Any notable achievements in Minecraft: Building a small house in a mountain, which eventually grew to become an enormous city spanning half an island.
What would you bring to the server: I would do whatever it takes to build the fabled lands of Middle Earth, from the calm and easy going Hobbit Holes, to the enormous and glorious Minas Tirith, to the monstrous and menacing Barad Dur itself.
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IGN: FallenSanity
Age: 203
Role-Play Exp.: I've been role-playing actively for about three years, but dabbled with a few other pen-and-paper RPs two years beforehand. I've never really played on a Minecraft RP, so this should be kind of new to me. I most actively perform on forum-based Roleplays, which has given my a better bond with being able to creat emotion through text and to actually formulate a character and a true being. I've been to Ancient Rome, to Modern Japan, even once all the way out to an Omega Relay. But never, in all my time, had I visited Tamriel. I look forward to this chance.
Why Us: Well, why not? I've been looking for a Minecraft RP for a while, and while I may help make a few, I never tend to actually get to play on them. Skyrim is a great game, and I can only imagine what it's concepts could be like with RP factors of Minecraft dabbled in. I'm helping with another Skyrim server currently, and seeing this one in action would really give me some insight on what we could do to our own world.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hmm. A few hours a day, minimum five days a week, at worst.
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Name: Vaedel Undelt
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: As an Altmer, Vaedel's sharp yellow skin clings tightly to his muscles and bones, emphasizing his impressive cheekbones and jaw line, as well as his well toned and fit body, specifically his well worked legs. His eyes are sharp and precise, giving him a very serious demeanor, his stress-lines adding to this theme crudely. His long hair flows down the sides of his face, curving behind his pointed ears before shagging down to his shoulders where his mane of black hair ends. He is as proud as an Altmer can be, a good figure, clean hair, bright eyes, and a staggering height of 7ft 2.
Fears: Vaedel likes to think he is the stalwart hero of Tamriel, a being without fear or sadness. In reality however, he has always in his soul held fear for loss, something he can rarely cope with due to how little of it has ever honestly experienced. Because of this, when he does suffer loss he nearly breaks down, unable to do almost anything for weeks on end in certain cases.
Another great, and very odd fear of his, is that one day he may run into something he never expects. His senses are sharp and his mind is strong; he is almost always able to decipher where he is or what will happen next. If he is indeed one day surprised, not even he knows how he will react.
Personality: Many Altmer are ignorant of the races beyond the Summerset Isle. Vaedel holds himself in very high regard, as does he hold all High Elves, but this does not mean he does not admire and respect others. He enjoys company, normally groups of two or three beside him. This keeps him feeling safe and kind, though his rude and arrogant mind tends to push this away. He tried to be happy, most of the time, but due to his serious nature this is often clouded.
Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary
Skills: Destruction and Conjuration magic. He finds the use of weaponry as remedial as paid labour, and as such has never held a sword or bow in his life.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
A sudden crack broke the silence of the forest, as a heavily armed bandit swung his mighty axe, its thick metal head slicing through the trunk of a large and blooming tree. Leaves fell as he forced his axe out, and for a second time swung through the trunk, the second swing also the final as the large white trunk with its many branches fell to the forest floor, a heavy thud reverberating past the trees.
"Woodchopping duty. What'd I do to get this kinda treatment." The Argonian grumbled beneath his breath as he began to break the downed tree apart into many chunks, to make traversing the rocky landscape with it simpler for himself. He wondered what had caused him to wander so far from the camp, and recalled seeing some sort of strange female figure leading him to this spot. She'd been lit up like Whiterun in one of his dream, flames sprouting around her body. Of course, the second he crossed the small hillock she was gone. Typical temptress, leading wary soldiers to their demise. The Argonian bandit has decided it was best to get a tree and leave, in hopes that whatever the temptress was planning would not come so soon. Under both arms he held many chunks of wood, his thick iron axe strapped to his back as he began a long trek.
Or at least, it would have been a long trek, had he not felt the sudden surge of electricity run through his body as he took his first step, hurling the wood in all directions as he spasmed for a few moments before collapsing to the floor, drool bubbling out of his mouth. He was able to look up for a brief moment, the glare of two golden eyes meeting his, before blacking out.
A ball of bright red flame hurled out of the High Elves hand, the deadly spell scorching the lizards flesh as it slowly killed him. Vaedel looked over towards a small campsite over the hills. His target lay within that stretch.
The bandit guards pulled the front gate open, allowing their friend entry, as he dropped the large chunks of wood near the entrance. a numbr of bandits rushed in to take them back to their own fires, before the heavily armoured bandit marauder picked up several chunks and took them back to the chieftain. The camp fell silent as he strode back towards the largest tent, his black armour giving off an almost threatening glow in the moons light. The second he was back in the tent, the High Elf bandit rushed in with him, leaving the scavenging bandits near the gate confused, unsure why someone would rush head on to certain doom like that. A yell, a tear, and then the sound of metal tearing through flesh. The shadow of blood splattered against the tent, the light of the fire flickering behind it. One figure rose in the light, something dripping from his arm. A sigh could be heard, before he too fell to the floor. The bandits began to converge towards the tent, awaiting the victors exit. When no one came, one of the bandits thought it would be best to peak his head in and find out what happened.
His head pushed through the tents entrance, and in an instant the mammoth hide material was a blaze, a massive fire crackling around it as the bandits fled in all directions, horrified of what was going on. As the fire burst and popped, a single golden eyed man sprinted out, making his way for the gate as he clutched his arm tight, trying to sustain the blood flow.
He unclipped the thick leather armour as he ran, lightening his load to ensure a swift escape. A second burst of flame from his hands, and soon the gate was roaring in flame behind him, the screams of burning bandits giving him a warm sense of satisfaction. He had gotten very lucky in that situation; if not for the stupidity of this sect of bandits, he'd never have even been able to get in. The High Elf collapsed against a tree, looking back at the burning encampment, watching as Orcs and Khajiit fled the area. As always, the Nords and Imperials were the last out, still trying to salvage everything they could other than their lives. Vaedel made a quick mental note to never try that kind of thing again. He may not like bandits or what they did, but he preferred being alive life, even if meant not getting paid.
Vaedel walked silently into The Bee and Barb, surveying the inhabitants for his benefactor. There she sat, impatiently tapping her foot, as her gaze dropped on him. Her brow furrowed, and as he sat across from her she could not hold back.
"Those moronic bandits were able to wound you?" The High Elf cleared his throat slightly, a little offended by her tone. She'd paid him to deal with their chieftain, and he'd done just that. The fact that she would criticize him made the elf regret his job even more. "Please, Maven, just give me my money and I''l be off." She pulled out a small bag of gold, the jingle of coins drawing the attention of a few drunks. The High Elf swiped it out of her grasp, and with a simple bow as he stood, made his leave. If he could avoid that cynical bat until the day he died, he knew he would try his best.
"Enjoy the gold, Vaedel. Divines know you'll need it." She scoffed, before exiting out the alternate door to the pub.
The High Elf exited the city, bought a horse from the local keeper, and rode off, hoping to make as much distance as he could. something inside him told him to go back, see if the Jarl had any work. But Black-briar and her corrupt ways made him want to steer clear far more than his lust for work. Besides, it wasn't like Whiterun didn't have its problems here and there, especially with all those guards that can barely handle a single arrow to the knee.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Vaedel was born in Hammerfell to a pair of wandering High Elves from the Summerset Isle. They had decided to move to Skyrim once the war had ended, with the hope to show the Nords that not all High Elves had this great distaste for their ways. Vaedel had come unexpectedly, but it gave the two elves good reason to set up homes in Skyrim. By the time Vaedel was three, they already owned a house in Solitude, having spent a vast amount of their wealth on it.
Vaedel didn;t hang out with many of the children in Solitude, instead wandering around the docks and talking to people from distant lands. He met people from all corners of Tamriel, from Bosmer farmers to Imperial researchers for the origins of the Dwemer. The tales he heard from these travelers far surpassed the hours of fun the children in the streets were having, to Vaedel at least. It was at these docks that Vaedel met the Elf that would change him forever, an old Mage that specialized in Destruction. It was a kind of magic his parents never told him about, and as such he was intrigued instantly.
Vaedel continued to meet with the Dark Elf through his teen years, and indeed for nearly one hundred years more, learning how to destroy foes, friends, or even entire civilizations with only a few spells. The Dark Elf commonly commented that he was a natural at killing, something Vaedel never understood till his current years. The two formed a close student-teacher relationship, and when the Dark Elf eventually left to return to Morrowind, Vaedel shed his first tear, and to this day his last.
As Vaedel neared combat readiness, his parents began to push him away, to let him live his own life. He eventually left Solitude, to wander the land of Skyrim to his content. He visited many lands, most prominently Whiterun, a small city that captured his heart; the people were so welcoming of a High Elf. Or at least, most were. Vaedel tried to ignore these people, Stormcloaks and their supporters, but with their growing numbers he found it harder and harder. Eventually he took it upon himself to do something, and so he began to speak with the Jarls personal Mage, to learn the skills of Conjuration. He spent only weeks at a time in Whiterun, spending the rest of his life roaming and honing his magical skills. Soon, he was able to return to the noble city, and horrify the head of the house Grey-mane by summoning a deadly Dremora Lord in the veterans own room. It is said he still has nightmares of that moment. Vaedel never knew what it was that made him do it. Perhaps at first he had wanted to simply kill the patron but had soon grown to realize no mans opinion deserved death. Whatever the case, the High Elf is proud he did not kill the old Nord. It was something that would have eaten away at him for his entire life.
Many years passed, after he was removed from Whiterun. He had heard news of a young soul, the Dovahkiin, who was destined to slay a fierce being known as Alduin. Vaedel spent his last three years of freedom hunting this Dragonborn, in hopes of joining him on his long quest, or perhaps even teaching him the craft of Destruction as his own master had him. But alas, as he came close to tracing the mystical soldier, he finally heard news of the mans conquests and his purpose.
It was then that Vaedel learnt that the Dovahkiin had failed.
Almost instantaneously Vaedel discarded everything he carried, his armour, food, potions, and artifacts, and sold them for simple robes. He ran, as fast as he could, back to Solitude. If the Dovahkiin had lost, it meant the Dragons had won, that Alduin, the destroyer of worlds, ruled supreme over Skyrim, and perhaps soon, all of Tamriel.
Once Vaedel arrived back at his old home, he was greeted by a sight of many boats departing the bay, fleeing Skyrim. As he stood on the opposite side of the docks, he saw on one of the boats two High Elves, waving and yelling at him. His parents. His father yelled words of comfort, telling Vaedel to stay strong, while his mother screamed for her son to climb aboard. Vaedel made the split second choice, and swam through the freezing water towards the boat, clinging to the wooden railings as he attempted to climb the side of the boat. An Imperial soldier came over to help him up, but not before a frenzied man rushed over and pushed the High Elf back into the water, spouting insane ramblings, saying that the ship was already filled and that they were already heading too slowly. Vaedel watched as his tearful mother left his sight, to journey to the safe world.
Vaedel swam over to the docks, his body shivering fiercely as he began boarding one of the ships. He did not even know where he was going, all he knew was that his parents were going there as well, and that was more than enough for him. Whether he'd see them ever again he did not know, and whether or not they'd return to Skyrim seemed fruitless now. A new world, a new life, and a new story. Vaedel looked back at Skyrim, and began to think. Why now?
FUS RO DAH
Okay, hope this isn't too late :L. If anything needs changing, just say the word. :3 Look forward to getting this chance.
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I found this, nit sure if you already seen it, but either way:
http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2 ... ations.jpg
Now, you're accepting requests right?
Head: GUNGNIR
Body: HP/Parafoil
Shoulders: Sniper
Colors (Primary/secondary): White/Blue
Visor color: Gold
And the back of a GUNGNIR:
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm19 ... elmet3.jpg
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Age: 25
Why you want to be whitelisted: Well, Lord of the rings was the first series of anything I ever enjoyed fully. I have the entire Special Edition Movie set, and all of Tolkeins books, including the Silmarillion, and I am an avid player of the Lord of the Rings hobby game, in which a person can buy models of character and create an army.
Any notable achievements in Minecraft: Building a small house in a mountain, which eventually grew to become an enormous city spanning half an island.
What would you bring to the server: I would do whatever it takes to build the fabled lands of Middle Earth, from the calm and easy going Hobbit Holes, to the enormous and glorious Minas Tirith, to the monstrous and menacing Barad Dur itself.