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    posted a message on SOTF - [Pure Survival][Mature][LWC][AntiGrief][1.7.2]
    IGN: mycraft77
    Age: 17
    Why you want to join (Must be more than a sentence): I'm bored and I just feel like playing a survival server. Not much else, really.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Flex654

    So wait, you're gonna be NCR?

    God this is gonna be confusing, my character's name is Dan/Daniel too, and he's NCR... xD


    Awesome, we can be like the two Ajax from the Iliad.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    OOC:
    IGN: mycraft77

    Age: 16

    Time you can dedicate: Depends on family stuff, but for the summer mostly 2:00PM - 10:00PM

    Why us?: Well, I enjoy Fallout a ton and I want to start RPing again.

    Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the shoes of a fictional character and acting out events as them.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge (e.g. the forum or OOC chat) that your character wouldn't know to make decisions

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions upon other characters without their consent.

    Did you join our website? Yes

    IC:
    Name: Daniel Wilson

    Nickname: Dan

    Age: 19

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Deep blue eyes; Short, spiky, brown hair; Caucasian (slight tan); 5'10

    Personality: Soft spoken, doesn't have the best manners. Will fight when he feels threatened.

    In-game RP example: A bandit is resting by a road when Dan walks by with a makeshift bolt-action rifle.

    The Bandit wakes up "Huh, wha-, wait! You there you have to pay a toll of, um, 200 caps!"

    Dan continues walking saying "I don't don't have any caps."

    "What?! Oh no you don't!" the bandit unsheathes a machete and charges Dan.

    Dan whips around, rifle at the ready, and lifts up the stock to block an over-head smash by the bandit, he then pushes the bandit back and gets in a fighting stance.

    "Now you're going to get it!" the bandit rushed forward and cut Dan in the thigh causing Dan to fire the rifle by reflex at point-lank range into the bandit's stomach.

    The bandit screamed and fell to the ground in pain holding his stomach. Daniel looks around quickly and runs off.

    Background: Daniel Wilson grew up as Alex Mitchel Jr in a small town a few miles north of Boneyard as an only child to Alex Mitchel, whom had been discharged from the NCR after being shot in the leg, and Addison Mitchel. The town was rather small, there was about 40 people living there but no ghouls. There wasn't a school, the children were taught how to survive in the wastes. When he was 15 he and his friend Ben Rudnick were assigned as hunters for there town and were given a hunting rifle each. Alex started becoming skilled in long range firearms and was pretty accurate and had a nice eye. One day Ben went up to Alex explained about a large gang that he got involved in that was based in Boneyard and the surrounding area, they were called the "Deathclaws". The Deathclaws were thugs and thieves that mugged citizens and held up shops for food and weapons, but they beginning to catch the eye of the NCR. Alex became more an honorary member and worked with them from time to time.

    Years went by and nothing much happened until one day when Ben went up to him with a sinister grin saying come with him. Ben lead him to a room where there was a NCR Sergeant tied up on a chair. "Watch this," said Ben and started to beat the officer, whilst Alex stood there bewildered. After a while Ben turned to Alex and handed him a pistol saying "You can have the honors." Alex then did something that changed his life, he walked up to the Sergeant, the officer scowled at him. Something caught his eye the officer's leg was wounded, he remembered his father, in an instant Alex whipped around and shot Ben clean through the forehead in a rage. He untied the officer and ran out, he did not stop he ran until he was tried. Finally he sat down and thought what to do, he couldn't go back to the Deathclaws after what they did and what he did. The Deathclaws would hunt him down, probably, he got up started walking wondering what to do he walked by an old highway where there was a blown up car, next to it was a leather slip sort of thing with a card in it it said "DANIEL WILSON." Alex Mitchel Jr. was lost in the Wasteland, never to be seen again, but Daniel Wilson went to the NCR camp and enlisted as a sniper. A couple days later he saw the Sergeant again, but only with a slight nod. He saw him again next year when multiple units were heading east to a place called "Mohave" where the NCR was trying to secure the "Hoover Dam". Being stationed there was almost a nightmare, many people disliked the NCR. Tribes like the Great Khans and Fiends attacking NCR relentlessly, but most of Caesar's Legion on the other end of the Hoover Dam were the biggest threat to the NCR yet. To be told to guard the Hoover Dam was like being told to kill yourself. Dan felt fortunate the next year when he was stationed at a place named "San Francisco", but they were familiar dangers and brand new ones to the NCR there.

    Powers up Vault-Boy 3000

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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    OOC:
    IGN: mycraft77

    Age: 16

    Time you can dedicate: Depends on family stuffs, but for the summer mostly 2:00 - 10:00


    Why us?: Well I enjoy Fallout a ton and I feel that I want to start RPing again.

    Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the shoes of a fictional character and acting out events as them.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge (e.g. the forum and OOC chat) that your character wouldn't know to make decisions

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions upon other characters
    Did you join our website? Yes

    IC:
    Name: Daniel Wilson

    Nickname: Dan

    Age: 18

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Deep blue eyes; Short, spiky, brown hair; Caucasian (slight tan); 5'10; torn green T-shirt; blue jeans; bare foot

    Personality: Soft spoken, doesn't have the best manners from growing up poor. Will fight when he feels threatened.

    In-game RP example: Bandit is resting by a road when Dan walks by with a makeshift bolt-action rifle.

    The Bandit wakes up "Huh, wha-, wait! You there you have to pay a toll of, um, 200 caps!"

    Dan continues walking saying "I don't don't have any caps."

    "What?! Oh no you don't!" the bandit unsheathes a machete and charges Dan.

    Dan whips around, rifle at the ready, and lifts up the stock to block an over-head smash by the bandit, he then pushes the bandit back and gets in a fighting stance.

    "Now you're going to get it!" the bandit rushed forward and hits Dan in the thigh causing Dan to fire the rifle by reflex at point-lank range into the bandit's chest.

    The bandit screamed and fell to the ground in pain, Daniel looks around quickly and runs off.

    Background: W.I.P.

    Powers up Vault-Boy 3000
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    posted a message on Slade "Deathstroke" Wilson Skin Request
    Please?
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    posted a message on Slade "Deathstroke" Wilson Skin Request
    I would like a skin of Teen Titans antagonist "Deathstroke" or Slade Wilson.

    Thanks! :)

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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from The_catalyzt

    it says im not whitelisted...


    Try now.

    Quote from Arudition

    OOC
    IGN:Arudition
    Age:16
    Why us?:Because I love RP and the elder scrolls series and seek other players to RP with and to help me get better
    Have you voted for us at
    Planet Minecraft?:I will once I see the server/get approved
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Having fun and Staying loyal to your character and using lore to support your character :D
    Define Meta-gaming in your words:Using info from OOC and such If someone tells you they murdered someone IC in OOC your IC character does not know of that and using that for a advantage in IC

    Define Power-gaming in your words:A player makes himself overpowered for no reason what so ever and no linking to anything For example: Stop or I will use my mega super duper spell that can do anything and you cannot do anything.

    IC
    Name: Siona Hawker
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Race: Redguard
    Appearance: Black streamy hair and rich dark skin she wears a simple tunic
    Personality: Friendly kind and loving... But selfish and evil to some extent she would sell her friends for money.
    In-game RP Fight example: Siona stares at the man approaching her

    She sees the anger in the Bandits face
    Siona reaches for her dagger
    the Bandit approaches running
    Siona whips out her dagger and throws it in the bandits face
    Siona stares at the body of the bandit
    Siona runs scared for her life away
    Background:
    Siona was raised in a rich house hold in Anvil in Cyrodiil She was a bard learning songs they had always caught her interest by the age of 15 she had learnt every instrument and wished to know more songs. Bored of not finding songs Siona learnt alchemy and how to weild a sword she spent 5 years perfecting this. 20 years old Siona was bored she had nothing to do. One day a man asked Siona to keep hold of a precious object and keep it for a few days Siona agreed but later the town guard caught on. They found out Siona had been holding a stolen Item a dagger it was Siona had 2 options Exile or Death Siona left her town and seeked refuge in the wilderness


    3 years later Siona found her self Homeless and poor she had sold her instrument and her soul, she found herself working for some bandits, Cleaning up their mess, etc. She was subject to harassment She was a lone She knew a dream man was out there somewhere. One day she ran away from those bandits and made it for a boat She did not know where it would take her she just risked it hoping it would leave her past behind. The boat set sail for Akavir

    Skooma Kills


    RP and Power-Gaming definitions wrong, expand upon the appearance, add dialogue to your RP example, expand on the background, and explain where she heard about Akavir.

    DENIED
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from Knox213

    OOC:
    IGN: Knox213
    Age: 18
    Why us?: I've heard some very good reviews on the server and thought i'd give it a go.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplay for me is being able to act as a person in a virtual world, talking in either first or third person. All depends on the persons preferences I guess.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you have obtained OOC, then using it IC for your characters benefit. (EG: "Ted" tells me the imperials are going to attack the stormcloaks in OOC. Then I go off and tell "Ned" that the imperials are going to attack IC)
    Define Power-gaming in your words: When somebody loves their character too much and doesn't want to die, so they nurf their character into being unkillable (EG: I decapitate "Ned" and he survives by somehow bringing himself back to life. Or when somebody can mine,woodcut, read, write, range and fight all at the same time)

    IC:
    Name: Vidar Volunder
    Nickname: Vidar
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Race: Nord
    Appearance: Vidar has black hair and blue eyes, his natural skin color is olive white, he wears a white tunic with his family crest imprinted on it, fine leather boots and a pair of leather gloves. Height wise Vidar is roughly six foot 4 inches.
    Personality: Vidar is a loyal, honest man who is pleasant to those he'd call "friends." To his enemies he is unmerciful, cunning and what some would call a "tyrant" Vidar is easily offended, and will strike at anybody he believes is a threat. It is noted that Vidar is a hoarder of wealth, a man who would rather store money and treasury, than spend it.
    In-game RP Fight example:
    *Vidar would be sitting at a bar.*
    *A man would tap him on the back*
    Man: "aye, I know you."
    Vidar: "Do you now?"
    Man: "aye, you're that man who tried to kidnap my wife"
    Vidar: "There must be some sort of misunderstanding, take a seat, let me buy you a drink."
    Man: *places his hands onto the table and throws it up in anger* 'Ye must think i'm an idiot"
    Vidar: *Vidar would stand up and begin cracking his nuckles* "If you insist on violence, that is what you'll get."
    Man: *Goes to swing a punch at Vidar*
    Vidar: *Vidar would move back a pace, before lunging forward with a punch at the mans face*
    Man: *The punch would hit him directly in the nose, breaking it instantly*
    Vidar: Skooma Kills.

    Background:
    Vidar grew up on a wealthy farm in Cyrodiil somewhere near the imperial city, his parents were wealthy merchants who moved away from skyrim after the civil war, it was expected of Vidar to become a merchant like his ancestors and parents, afterall, the Volunder family has always been a family known for its wealth. On the farm Vidar has a male orc servant, who was brought for him as a gift. The orc was once a chieftain, until his stronghold was burnt to the ground by mercenaries from Hammerfell, the orc would tell Vidar stories of great battles he had been in, and how his tribe had conquered many lands before.
    Vidar became fascinated with swords, and would practice with them in the families basement away from his parents (who frowned upon the use of swords) The orc caught Vidar once, and told him that if he really, really wanted to, he could teach him how to use a sword properly. But under one condition, if he teaches him to master swords-craft he must release him from his service. Vidar, being a child at the time agreed, and so began his teaching in swordsmanship.
    When Vidar reached an adult age (16) he began venturing into the imperial city, where he would charm and flirt with girls whilst he rode to his fathers office.
    Once there his father requested that he travel to Akavir on a business trip to sieze assets off of wealthier business men. Vidar accepted, and set off to Akavir, only to find that his task was more difficult than expected, once he reached Akavir, everything became complicated, Vidar eventually ended up bankrupting his family, leaving their with no gold, no home. Nothing, Vidar had eventually went into hiding over fear his father would send the dark brotherhood after him. After a few years of hiding, Vidar came out and travelled to an inn, where he would meet the Orc who trained him so long ago. The orc gave Vidar some gold, and told him to stay in the poorer areas of Akavir until things quite down. Vidar, after thanking the Orc, set out to the poorer areas of Akavir, where he would become a sell sword, and live his life trying to stay alive.


    RP and Power-Gaming definitions aren't quite there yet, read our lore then redo parts of your background, and you haven't reached Akavir, yet.

    DENIED

    Quote from The_catalyzt

    THIRD APPLICATION
    OOC:
    IGN: The_catalyzt
    Age: 14
    Why us?: For one I really love RP-ing 2 I love elder scrolls been playing since Oblivion although I went back and played Morrowind.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yup
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is taking a character created by you in a set universe and 'pretending' you are this character you will generally only know information that the character knows.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information that your charater shouldnt know to win a fight or escape death eg. The king ran away not knowing why just having a feeling he should two assassins came from nowhere but he was gone.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is being over powerful and sttrong, he is also able to commit unrealistic acts in game.


    IC:
    Name: Durran
    Nickname: (Optional) N/A
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Race: Redguard
    Appearance:6'1, Brown fuzzy hair, goatee facial hair, blue eyes usually in some sort of combat gear
    Personality: He is quite a warm person never fearing to help someone in need if he can he will even spare some coin although if you are a thief, pirate or raider ect. he will not hesitate to kill you.
    In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Durran is traveling down a lonely road when 2 Bandits jump out from behind some bushes. Bandit leader: ' Give us your coin and you can depart unscathed' Durran: 'look here friends leave me and we will not have to fight' Bandit leader: 'GET HIM' * Durran unsheathes his sword and shield* *The 2 bandits run forward swinging their swords wildly* Durran: 'You fools have no skill!' * bandit leader still swinging wildly slices Durrans cheek* *Durran then blocks an incoming blow from the other bandit counters him and slices at him grazing his chest cutting it open, enough to kill him* * the bandit falls to the ground blood spurting out of him screaming*

    * Durran narrowly dodges a blow and uses the time that he is startled to kill the bandit leader* *Durran picks up the Steel sword which is better than his own bandages his cheeck and continues on his journey*
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Durran originally lived in Cyrodill, Imperial city with his mother and father he was an only child and his father was a wealthy merchant so he never really went without food and he nearly always got what he wanted. He as a late teenager decided that the life of a merchant was steady, but boring so he decided to do something else with his life. Until he turned 18 he did not know what to do at that age he realised he was getting older and he needed tdo decide what to do so he decided to train as a warrior he went to the closest Fighters guild and they took him in training him pitying him for training and feeding him however he had to do the cleaning he picked up how to fight quite easily because of naturak skill as a redguard. He started doing jobs for them. A few years later when he was older he decided he would like to see the world so he became a mercanary protecting merchants carts. One day a merchant came to him and told him that he would like to hire him to protect him and his goods as they traveled to Akavir to sell some of his goods and bring back some 'exotic' ones. Durran agreed and a week later he and the merchant were on a ship on their way to Akavir the spent what felt like ages on the ship this was the first big job Durran had ever done usually it was just across land! and now he was traveling the world and getting paid to do it! He was overjoyed.
    Sometime later he arrived at the port him and the merchant got off the ship he escorted him to the town he wanted to go to and he left to explore Akavir he had a month to wait for the next ship. By the time the ship got there though he decided he wanted to stay a bit longer as he was getting work here in Akavir and he was having fun so he stayed he continued renting a room in the Inn and thats how he came to Akavir
    Oh and by the way Skooma Kills!


    Power-Gaming still wrong and he hasn't arrived in Akavir yet.

    DENIED
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from The_catalyzt

    SECOND APPLICATION
    OOC:
    IGN: The_catalyzt
    Age: 14
    Why us?: For one I really love RP-ing 2 I love elder scrolls been playing since Oblivion although I went back and played Morrowind.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yup
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is taking a character created by you in a set universe and 'pretending' you are this character you will generally only know information that the character knows.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information that your charater shouldnt know to win a fight or escape death eg. The king ran away not knowing why just having a feeling he should two assassins came from nowhere but he was gone.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is being able to do things that the character shouldnt normally be able to do such as kill many people at once.

    IC:
    Name: Durran
    Nickname: (Optional) N/A
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Race: Redguard
    Appearance:6'1, Brown fuzzy hair, goatee facial hair, blue eyes usually in some sort of combat gear
    Personality: He is quite a warm person never fearing to help someone in need if he can he will even spare some coin although if you are a thief, pirate or raider ect. he will not hesitate to kill you.
    In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) *Durran is traveling down a lonely road when 2 Bandits jump out from behind some bushes. Bandit leader: ' Give us your coin and you can depart unscathed' Durran: 'look here friends leave me and we will not have to fight' Bandit leader: 'GET HIM' * Durran unsheathes his sword and shield* *The 2 bandits run forward swinging their swords wildly* Durran: 'You fools have no skill!' * bandit leader still swinging wildly slices Durrans cheek* *Durran then blocks an incoming blow from the other bandit counters him and slices at him grazing his chest cutting it open, enough to kill him* * the bandit falls to the ground blood spurting out of him screaming*

    * Durran narrowly dodges a blow and uses the time that he is startled to kill the bandit leader* *Durran picks up the Steel sword which is better than his own bandages his cheeck and continues on his journey*
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Durran originally lived in Cyrodill,Tamriel city with his mother and father he was an only child and his father was a wealthy merchant so he never really went without food and he nearly always got what he wanted. He as a late teenager decided that the life of a merchant was steady, but boring so he decided to do something else with his life. Until he turned 18 he did not know what to do at that age he realised he was getting older and he needed tdo decide what to do so he decided to train as a warrior he went to the closest Fighters guild and started doing jobs for them. A few years later when he was older he decided he would like to see the world so he became a mercanary protecting merchants carts. One day a merchant came to him and told him that he would like to hire him to protect him and his goods as they traveled to Akavir to sell some of his goods and bring back some 'exotic' ones. Durran agreed and a week later he and the merchant were on a ship on their way to Akavir the spent what felt like ages on the ship this was the first big job Durran had ever done usually it was just across land! and now he was traveling the world and getting paid to do it! He was overjoyed.
    Sometime later he arrived at the port him and the merchant got off the ship he escorted him to the town he wanted to go to and he left to explore Akavir he had a month to wait for the next ship. By the time the ship got there though he decided he wanted to stay a bit longer as he was getting work here in Akavir and he was having fun so he stayed he continued renting a room in the Inn and thats how he came to Akavir
    Oh and by the way Skooma Kills!



    Power-Gaming definition still wrong, where in Cryodill was he born, how did he get allowed in the Fighter's Guild when he doesn't know how to fight, and he hasn't arrived in Akavir, yet.

    DENIED

    Quote from Tkashi

    OOC:
    IGN: Tkashi

    Age: Fourteen

    Why us?: I used to play on the server when it was a Fallout server, and, I do like the Elder scrolls. Your server is one of the best servers for roleplay, and so if I can, I shall rejoin the server.

    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yup!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the role of a character and acting as such. Pretending to be someone else in fictional or non-fictional scenarios.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is where the character you play as knows something he/she/it could not possibly know, due to the fact that they have neither heard, nor taken part of something.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is essentially like being a level one-billion in a typical RPG. You can one-hit people, and they don't have any control in combat, or non-combat situations. An example would be someone saying as follows:
    PGer: *[INSERT RANDOM NAME HERE] stabs [INSERT NAME HERE] in the neck, killing them instantly. His feet also fall off, for some reason* Power-gaming may take on the form of one person controlling another's character, saying that they could not block or some such thing.

    IC:
    Name: Perastyr
    Nickname: (N/A)
    Age: Thirty-two
    Gender: Male
    Race: (Lycanthrope) Breton (NOTE: Lycanthrope means he has lycanthropy. He's a werewolf.)
    Appearance: Moderately tall, around five-foot-eight. Generally in combat garb of some sort. Black hair, usually kept in a ponytail, grey eyes, white skin, and a tattoo of some symbol (looks like a dragon?) on his left palm.)

    Personality: For the most part, lighthearted. Mainly keeps to locations with either lots or no people, like the woods or a bar somewhere. Though he spends a lot of time in bars, he does not generally drink, and when he does, it's not a lot. (Occasionally can be seen in a bar flirting with random women.) Likes hanging out on rooftops. Pretty stealthy, but occasionally falls flat on his face when trying to stab someone from behind. Does not really go that well.

    In-game RP Fight example:

    Perastyr:*His target getting closer, Dolvchak sits, waiting patiently in a laundry basket, peering out from behind a mask of blouses.*

    Merchant:*Strolls down the street, seeing and hearing nothing suspicious. However, his faithful dog Lythia's ears straighten, and growls quietly.* "What is is, Lythia? Something wrong?" *Lythia snarls quietly.*

    Perastyr:*All of a sudden, a laundry basket falls over by the street, a man covered in blouses and ladies' undergarments tumbles out, still partially tangled in the soon to be cleaned clothes. His pouch of poison darts had torn open, and stabbed Dolvchak in the thigh.*

    Merchant: "What have we here? Wake up, you fool. I have a bone to pick with you." *Kicks Dolvchak in the gut. Lythia pants, and licks Dolvchak's face.*

    Perastyr:"Oh hey there, pretty lady..waidda sec. Yur nadda female.. yer that guy I wus supposta kill. Whaddya know?" *Tiredly reaches inside another pouch, bringing out a small dagger.* "Prepare to die, yuh swindlin' scum." *Raises dagger in a VERY slightly threatening way. it was, of course, a surprise he managed to not cut himself when it came back down. This all was, of course a diversion.*

    Merchant: *Snickers* "Looks like you won't be an issue. Lythia, we're gonna have a lot of meat tonight!" *To this, Lythia barks happily. Meanwhile, Dolvchak has an opening.*

    Perastyr: *Attempts to stab the merchant in the foot.*

    Merchant: "Ow! Lythia, tear his damn head off!" *Lythia sits with her tongue out, then licks her feet.* "Fine, I'll do it myself." *He begins to draw his sword.*

    Perastyr's Accomplice: *Quickly rushes in, a bow drawn and fires at the merchant.*
    Merchant: *Before he could draw his sword, an arrow pierced his throat. Blood splattered on the stones and his dog, who just sat there and panted. He fell dead on the ground.*

    Perastyr: "Oh hey."

    Perastyr's Accomplice: "You almost died. Don't hide in women's laundry baskets anymore. It's dangerous."

    Perastyr: *Starting to come back into reality. The poison of course, being meant to make the target unable to defend themselves for anywhere between a few seconds and a few minutes.*"I know that NOW...At least we killed the guy. *He remains calm for a few more seconds then says:*"Let's go get some beer. On me. Besides, we can take his purse, and of course hand in the bounty for a nice sum. Let's go."

    As the two walk away, Lythia sits by her dead master and begins chewing on the leather rope binding her to his arm. In the end, when they came back later, they found his arm and the dog missing.

    Background: when he was born, His mother was on on a vacation, and his father was off doing whatever it is guards do when their not bragging about how they were once adventurers until they received a severe injury to their leg joins from a certain type of ammunition. It was of course, on a boat that he was born. This boat however, was later attacked by bandits and sunk, but that was after they reached their destination in Akavir. He grew up, as any normal child would, cared for by his parents.
    At a young age, he took an interest in various ways to kill people. He killed his first goblin at age fifteen, when one broke into his house, but that's another story. He killed his first sentient being at age fifteen as well. Following this course, he grew older and older, drinking and taking jobs as an assassin and sometimes bounty hunter. He was yet to become married, and continues to drink and fight, and fight and drink, and occasionally fall unconscious out of some sort of laundry or trash container. In Akavir, he has worked many odd jobs, however they don't always go well. Once, when he was a hunter, he accidentally shot a courier when the courier stepped off the road and got lost. Another time, when he was a butcher, he lost his grip while swinging a cleaver at some meat. Needless to say, his first customer was also his last. They never could remove the knife from his skull...

    SKOOMA KILLS. Don't do skooma. It's bad.


    If I may add a second character at some point, that would be awesome. Thanks for taking time to read my application.

    Alright, for the most part, this should be fixed. If there are any more suggestions on how to make my application more acceptable, let me know.


    Your name still isn't lore friendly and make your background more interesting and in-depth, explain his life and how he came to be, not just he got drunk and killed some people.

    DENIED
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    Quote from Graysha

    I think i fixed everything!


    OOC:
    IGN: Graysha
    Age: 18
    Why us?: I heard about this server from a friend, and it sounded very exciting and cool. I have always loved the aspect of role-play, as can be seen with my DND sessions, but I have never seen a Minecraft server that does it as well as you all do.
    Have you voted for us? Not yet, but I plan to!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role Playin is when you create a character that defines your raw personality, and you play as that character as the character him/herself would have done so if they had existed. EXAMPLE GAME: DND.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using what people say out of character and using it against others in role play.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: When one character in a situation is too over powered in characteristics that it is impossible to beat the player (or enemy if the situation calls for it), thus creating an unfair advantage. I hope I did this in the way YOU wanted me to.

    IC:
    Name: Gwilin Lansur
    Nickname: (Optional) Gillan
    Age: 26
    Gender: Male
    Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)
    Appearance: Very slightly shorter than the average wood elf, yet surprisingly strong. Blond hair and shaggy round-the-mouth beard, blue eyes.
    Personality: Cheerful when with friends and family, and always eager to meet new people. But he can turn cold and calculation when the situation requires it.

    In-game RP Fight example:
    *The situation: Gillan has been traveling to Akavir after his visit in Riften, and is stopped by a band of thieves in a large clearing*
    Gillan: "Well what can I do for you fine sirs?" *looks among the three men that stand before him*
    Closest Thief: "Drop your puny bow you wood elf swine, or prepare to feel the wrath of m' blade in to your heart!" *Other thieves agree with the apparent leader of the party.*
    Gillan: "Ah, I see. You think of me as a typical wood elf traveler, one whom gives in because of a little stick with a rusted piece of iron on top of it. don't you? Well I am sorry to inform you fine young gentleman that I am in fact not one of those people." *Gillan draws his bow to full lengh, aiming it straight at the leader of the party's heart* "Now move along before I am forced to shoot through you"
    Closest thief: *Steps back in initial reaction of the full drawn bow that lay ahead of him.* "We-Well what are you two lookin' at! Get'em!" *Thiefs look reluctant, but eventually the farthest left charges ahead, only to be propelled backwards by an arrow protruding from his chest. The second thief stops mid-run towards Gillan, drops his sword, and runs away in fright. The leader heeds his suggestion and runs with him.*

    Background:

    Gwilin Lansur, born in Valenwood, had an uneventful early childhood. He practiced with the bow every day, as most young wood elves did at his age, and then went about the daily chores. But Gwilin had always fancied himself as something more than the average Bosmer. He wanted to be known throughout the land as a hero of some sort to them all. Unfortunately, his dream turned out to be somewhat close to what he wanted.

    When Gillan, as he went by to shorten his name, turned 8 years old, his parents were murdered by an orc whom had been visiting the town. The orc told his parents kept asking for “the bow”, but none of the small family knew what he was blabbering on about, so he murdered the parents and left the child with their bodies. Gillan was taken away by his only family left, his uncle. His uncle was a member of an assassin brotherhood in the Bosmer colony, so the uncle decided to begin training Gillan to be an assassin. He learned the arts of silent movement and to be an expert shot with the bow. He also learned to be adequate to an average swordsman during his time with his uncle. When Gillan turned 20, he set off to Tamriel. There he came upon a thieves town called "Riften", where he met a young woman named Aine. Her parents had been murdered too, and so she set off to Akavir before Gillan could get to know her more. While Gillan was in Riften, he decided to observe the local thieves guild, renowned throughout Skyrim, and learn their tactics of unseen movement and blade handling to better his already adequate-above average skill.

    Now Gillan has traveled to Akavir, the land where he believes Aine has left off to. He heard of this land amongst the folk of riften. Upon arriving, he wishes to hopefully serve the land better than he could do for his own, and to possibly find Aine. He hears of many towns and guilds in Akavir, including the Ranger corps that serve Stendarr, a particular faction he wishes to be acquainted with. So he sets off, mounted on horseback with only the stars and an old map to guide him. Gwilin Lansur does not know what he will find in Akavir exactly, but he is prepared for whatever he does find...

    SKOOMA KILLS.

    Also, to avoid any confusion in the fight scene, the bandits were around 15-20m away when they stopped Gillan, so please take note of that. (15-20m is around 45-60ft)


    Power-Gaming definition still wrong and your background doesn't make since, he observed these masters of stealth without getting noticed or anything? Please explain.

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    Quote from Lunasancti

    ((It's less out of paranoia and more out of not wanting to consult a document every time I say something about my past. I MEAN WHAT NO I'D NEVER BE LAZY ON SUCH AN ESTEEMED SITE.))

    Also, Roflninja, it's fitting you have 42 posts with your description. :P ))



    OOC:
    IGN:Lunasancti
    Age:I'd rather keep it to myself, but sixteen.
    Why us?: I'm waiting for the upcoming game, TESO, and would like to roleplay my character somewhere, so I know who she'll be like.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, I'm afraid. I will after I see the server, though!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is the action of becoming your character in a game or chatbox, and acting as they would act. Usually involves more than one person.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using OOC knowledge to their IC advantage. For example, someone knowing my name before I've met them, and they haven't heard it second-hand.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is usually only done in fights, where one player forces the other player to do an action or ALWAYS get the perfect shot, or ALWAYS be able to dodge an arrow.
    It is usually seen as OK to force an NPC to do an action, however.

    IC:
    Name: Valagithia Valgeth
    Nickname: Verge Worldbender
    Age: 36
    Gender: Female
    Race: Nord
    Appearance: The normal nord. She usually has her hair up to keep it out of her face, and usually carries a small case of bard supplies. On her head are usually a pair of some old dwemer goggles she found long ago, the dwarven metal almost matching her pale skin.
    Personality: Usually bright, though shy, in conversation. She'll often ramble on about random facts when they pop in to her head or are even slightly relevant to the situation. Distracted often, she prefers to finish work evenly, instead of focusing on one part of a project at a time.
    In-game RP Fight example:

    "You know, I far prefer magic when it's not being used to kill people."
    Verge Worldbender winds up her hand, a ball of water in it.


    Billiard attempt to sweep her off her feet with a long swooping leg.

    Verge tumbles, her concentration failing, and the ball splashed all over both her and her combatant.

    "How about this?!" She twists her fingers, turning the water to ice. She falls over as one of her furred boots was in a puddle.

    Billiard retaliates, falling towards Verge. He pulls out a dagger, holding it to the throat of the incapacitated nord. "That was fun."

    "Fun it may be, but over it is not." She grabs a fistful of dirt, and squeezes it in her hand until it turns to rock. ((With Alteration, not strength)) She swings it at her attacker's face.

    Billiard 's head is knocked to the side, losing his grip on the knife, but not before it made her bleed a bit.

    Verge puts her fingers to her neck, frowning. "I think I landed on a stump."

    Billiard now rushes forward at her, furious his prey escaped.

    Verge sidesteps, but not before extending a leg to trip him.

    Billiard now flies forwards before landing on his stomach.

    Verge put a foot on his back. "I believe I win."



    ((Err... don't judge my roleplaying skills off of Billiard. I just made him up off the top of my head.))


    Background: Normally I like to keep this to myself as it prevents meta-gaming and the like, but... eh.

    Verge is a simple nord. At least, at first glance. Recently her order, the Aes Ordinem, has heard reports of multiple dwemer structures near Akavir, gaining the group's interest. Seeing as Verge was one of the few who actually went out instead of studying, they sent her to locate and extract items from the ruins. Assuming there were any. But, first, as any good scout should do, she waited in the towns and areas near the supposed ruins, waiting for news or rumours of animunculi.


    She had learned the way of the bard via her grandmother, who attended the bard's college way back when. Using this skill, she could blend in with almost any crowd. Most of her money came from stealing the occasional artifact, though. It's not like the order needs ANOTHER centurion core, right?

    Now possibly prepared to do some actual work, she's got her goggles down, her translating tablets in her pack, and her excavation tools at the ready. Skooma kills!


    For a background you need to tell about his life and such.

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    Quote from EpicFirno

    OOC:
    IGN: EpicFirno
    Age: 13
    Why us?: Doing RP is really fun, and tons of people are in this! It is a large RP server that incorporates Skyrim into Minecraft, with many other players, I wouldn't pass this chance!
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, I cannot seem to be able to access Planet Minecraft right now
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is being able to experience another life through words
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge ones character has not yet learned, to progress faster. Using outside information
    Define Power-gaming in your words: When the user uses unrealistic abilities, action that the character is not physically able to accomplish. In some cases, the user doesn't allow the opposing character to respond. This would be Power-Gaming, because in real life the opponent could actually do something afterward.

    IC:
    Name: Firno Malicas
    Nickname: None
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Race: Imperial
    Appearance: Dark brown hair, somewhat dark colored skin, Brown eyes, about 6 feet tall, no scars or facial hair
    Personality: Silent at most times, not one to start a conversation, can be talkative if you start a conversation with him. Attentive of his surroundings, often found glancing around in places he is unfamiliar with, sometimes out of curiosity. In battle, he is usually silent and takes it seriously. Most of what is in his mind is kept to himself.
    In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
    It was night. The streets were lit by only the dimmest of lights, from the fire of the lanterns hanging about. Firno was staying in an inn. His inn room was a bit on the small side, with a window on the left wall. The room contained a bed and a closet as well. The bathroom was in the main room of the inn. He had been about to go to sleep, when he heard a scream. He sat up in bed disturbed by this and clambered sleepily to his window. Outside, there was a open door... and a man waving a... thing, threatening someone, Firno observed. He looked in the direction, which the man was yelling at, and saw another person, who seemed to be carrying a sack.

    Firno went to the closet and took his sword, with his right hand, and left the inn. He managed to come to a simple conclusion; the man at the door had been robbed, and the person who was running away would be the robber. Why was Firno bothering with this? So hopefully he would be able to train more. Every battle was like a training session to Firno. It wasn't because he found every battle easy, but it was all for training.

    Firno continued his way out of the inn, and opened the main door of the inn. Cold air flowed into the inn. Firno shivered. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. Firno squinted his eyes, and spotted the robber sneak into the alleyway. "Typical.", Firno thought to himself. He sneaked his way over, towards the alleyway, and peered down it. The alley had been between two brick houses. It also was a dead end. With this being a perfect situation for a training session, Firno crouched and snuck down the alleyway, hidden by the dark shadows. At the end, the robber had no idea he was there, and was looking in his sack, presumably counting his loot.



    Firno stood up and scraped his sword against the wall, creating a squeaky noise. The robber, startled, turned around. Firno let the robber make the first move. The robber took out his dagger and swung at Firno, backhandedly. Firno stepped back and caught his blade with the robbers. He then, pushing forward, brought his blade upward with the robbers, and finished by taking a swing with his left fist. The robber staggered back, and without being able to recover, took another blow to the face. The robber fell down, dropping his dagger with a clang, and lost conscious.

    Firno took the sack and mumbled, "Best to take this back, now." And left.

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    Firno was born and raised in Solitude. He grew up in a middle-richish class family. His father used to be a soldier, but had quit early on and became an inn keeper. Firno's mother had died when he was very young, so he had not remembered her at all. He longed for a mother, but ended up growing up without one. He had very few friends, and did not usually talk, unless it was required. He had to help out with the inn, because he had nothing else to do. After all he had no parents or friends who he could play with. Despite his silent behavior, he was quite eager to do something truly adventurous. So, he had then decided to be a soldier (at the age of 18), and became a guard of Solitude. He had been a soldier for some time, and he was bored, he did nothing important. He didn't ever truly seem to find any enjoyment in this, and so he left unexpectedly. Because Firno had joined as a soldier, he had learned to weild a sword, single handedly. With this skill, he believed that he would be able to manage. He was completely wrong.

    Venturing without a map was a poor idea, he had rushed to much and as a result, he forgot a few essential items. He quickly managed to escape Solitude and continued south. From there, he followed the river down to Dragon Bridge. He had not run into any trouble yet, things were looking good. However, it was getting dark. He had to find shelter quickly. There was a cave, little did he know that it was infested with Frostbite Spiders. He was battered, and bruised by the suddenly appearing enemy. It was a long night.

    Somehow, he had survived and left as soon as possible. He had run into Continuing south, he stumbled upon a farm village. This village was called Rorikstead, which was coincidentally founded by another former Imperial soldier. For around a year, he trained himself to successfully wield his single sword as well as helping out with the village, in return for his stay there. He had been looking for adventure. He wanted to journey far to find another home. Once he was sure his skills would suffice, he left. Continuing his quest for adventure. He wanted to travel across the world. He wanted to adventure as far as possible. Why? He would never be able to find enjoyment in just remaining in Skyrim. So, he thanked the villagers, and left. He traveled far in the direction of South-East, obviously not everywhere, for a couple of years. He had improved more in sword skills, and believed that he could travel more. Firno had gotten onto a boat and sailed to some of the nearby islands, from Morrowind. He had found much happiness, and was ready to settle down in a peaceful town, but heard about Akavir from some nearby sailors. He immediately set off. He wouldn't miss a chance to venture in more land. And so Firno made his way to Akavir...

    "Skooma kills!"



    RP and Power-Gaming definitions aren't quite there yet, name doesn't fit into lore, and put more dialog in your RP example.

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    Quote from zammie

    IGN: Zammie

    Age: 18

    Why us?: I have enjoyed playing The Elder Scrolls games since Oblivion was released and I also love to roleplay in minecraft, so I'm very excited to see how a TES based RP server works out.

    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Done

    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing to me is when a group of people get together and pretend to live out a characters life in game.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use information your character wouldn't know. For an example, let's say that a friend of yours tells you on skype that one guy has a hidden house in (a certain forest) If you proceed to look for this "hidden" house while in character, then that is a serious portion of meta-gaming.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Is when you simply act like a god. Let's say that you are fighting this bandit who is trying to steal your horse and he emotes this: *Sends his right fist towards [Player's] face, attempting to knock him out.
    Then that emote is legit.
    But if you type something like this: *Punches the bandits face, knocking him out before grabbing all his gear and runs away* Then you should stop role-playing.


    IC:
    Name: Dalarus Falconheart
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 44
    Gender: Male
    Race: Imperial
    Appearance: Dalarus is a tall 6'2 feet Imperial with light blond hair and short beard. The clothes he's wearing are currently half tattered. He's using a backpack to store his valuable items and food. His eyes are brown with a slight tint of grey.

    Personality: If two words would describe Dalarus Falconheart, then it would probably be trustworthy and wise. He does not make friends easily, and those that are his friends are more likely family to him, earning his trust completely. He thinks himself to be an intellectual and enjoys discovering new things all across the places of Tamriel, and the cultures of the different races and locales. The past has taught him that coin equals power, but Dalarus tries his best to avoid falling for the coin.

    In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)

    An "interaction" between Dalarus Falconheart and a bandit, attempting to rob Dalarus.

    Bandit: Oi there mate! Drop your bloody bag and lie down on the ground now!

    Dalarus: What is this madness?!

    Bandit: Is this not obvious enough for you? I'm robbing you!

    Dalarus: Ohh, well that's unfortunate of me. By the way, that knife of yours is absolutely amazing, where did you get that from?

    Bandit: Ohh, well, I got it from a merchant..

    *Dalarus unties his coin pouch from his leather belt and holds it in front of himself.*
    Dalarus: Can I buy it? How about fifty coins?

    Bandit: Sure!

    *As Dalarus exchanges his coin pouch with the bandit's knife, he bursts into a laughter.*

    Bandit: Wait a minute....

    *Dalarus points his knife towards the bandit.*

    Dalarus: Hah! Now drop that coin pouch on the ground, turn around and simply walk away before I change my mind.

    *The bandit lets out a deep sigh as he runs away.*

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)

    I remember very little of my life in our house north of Mournhold. In truth, my earliest memory is of me standing by the burnt remains of my home and farm... I don't know what destroyed my farm, and I probably never will, but I remember walking away and never looking back.

    I tried to get by as a thief in Narsis, pickpocketing other civilians - but I wasn't very good at it. A shopkeeper saw me trying to steal fruits from his stall one day, he called the guards and I fled. The guards caught up with me outside the town, but before they could decide my punishment, a group of bandits showed up and slaughtered every single one of them. The bandits would have killed me as well, but their chief decided to keep me alive.

    I was taken back to the bandits' camp, where the chief kept me in his tent as his own personal slave. He had me do chores for him, but he frequently got drunk and beat me. I realised I couldn't live on like this so I had enough. I found a dagger inside the tent and hid it under my pillow. When the bandit chief got back from a raid that night, he started to drink again. I took out the dagger and stabbed his throat open from behind. It was the first time I used a dagger, and the last time my tormentor was recognisable as a man. I grabbed the bow that was leaning against the table and the quiver before I set fire to his tent and left him screaming in agony.

    I was now free and I lived in the wilderness, hunting whatever I could with the bow I took from the bandit camp.
    I wandered for weeks and eventually found an inn near Tear. The innkeeper offered me a job as a live-in bouncer. I had a comfortable life, food and a roof over my head in exchange for keeping the rowdy customers in line. But one day the innkeeper's wife got drunk and started arguing with her young daughter. The argument turned physical as the woman started hitting the girl and tearing at her clothes. I kept my distance not wanting to jeopardise my standing with the inkeeper's wife, but I couldn't stand watching the daughter suffer from the blunt hits, so I intervened, reminded of the abuse I went through at the hands of a bandit chief. The innkeeper returned home and saw his daughter weeping in my arms. His wife lied, saying that I tried to take adventage of her. The innkeeper was so enraged that he charged at me with a wood chopping axe, I ran again not looking back.

    I was little more than a lost thug, trying to survive. Eventually, I ended up in Tear, where my life took a dramatic turn.
    I met an old man who refused to tell me his name but eventually, we got along togetherr. He offered me a place to stay in, in exchange for doing some choirs. One day he left Tear to visit a continent called Akavir. He left me with his house and told me to take care of it until he would return.
    Weeks and months went by and the old man finally returned to Tear. He told me about the madness on Akavir and how everyone was so wierd and strange, which interested me alot... He told me that I should visit the continent and experience what he experienced. He handed me a medium sized pouch filled with coins, with a quick nod I was off to pay the sailor and sail towards Akavir.
    Who knows what lies ahead of me...


    Read the rules

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    Quote from Lenlo

    Powergaming though yee be my bane I shall conquer thee with this ((hopefully) last attempt. Powergaming hopefully fixed.

    OOC:

    IGN: Lenlo

    Age: 18

    Why us?: My friend iCreate found the server. After getting on and looking around it abit he recommended it to me.

    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet no. If I like the server, and everything is pointing towards me enjoying it, then I will.

    Define Role-Playing in your words: To me role-play is the act of becoming/acting out a character in a world other than our own and living the life of that character in that world within that worlds rules.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character does not have/could not learn in RP situations. EX: Someone creates an Assassin's Guild on the forums. My character would have no idea such a guild would exist or even who would be in such a guild. It would be Meta for my character to go to the Guilds leader and talk to them/force them to give me things in exchange for keeping this a secret.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming ((AKA God-Modding)) is roleplay that makes your character almost invincible. It is also things such as killing or controlling other people's characters and not giving them a chance to react on their own.


    IC:

    Name: Astien Hawking

    Nickname: ((None))

    Age: 23

    Gender: Male

    Race: Breton

    Appearance: Astien is short at 5' 6". He keeps his dark brown hair shoulder length and in a small pony tail. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp, light blue. He prefers to wear red robes with a shoulder to hip strap and belt combination where he has some pouch's where he keeps ingredients for potions and a book or two for spells. Astien also wears soft leather boots and has a strap for a small dagger inside his robes for emergencies.

    Personality: If two words were to describe Astien it would be arrogance and pride, in that order. He hates being subservient to anyone but deems it a necessary evil when referring to the Master/Student relationship. He desires power, knowledge and magic above all else. If he was offered a rare spell-book in return for another s life he would accept in a heartbeat. The struggles of the world don't interest him beyond what they might do to affect his studies/magic.

    In-game RP Fight example:

    It was a cold day in the month of Frostfall and Astien had just arrived in the port where the ship that would take him to Akavir was moored. Night had already come and Astien was had to find a way to pay for a room at one of the inns. While he was wondering through the streets trying to think of a way to earn some coin, he heard footsteps behind him. It only took him a moment to figure it out. Astien walked down what looked to be a dead end when the man confronted him.

    "Give me everything you have if you don't want to get hurt boy." The thief said. Astien slowly turned to see a Dunmer, horribly scared. facing him with a knife. "Quickly now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

    Astien nodded and started to shuffle through his bag as if looking for his coin pouch while in actuality he was mumbling and preparing what would be the spell to summon a whelp. The thief drew closer wondering what was taking the mage so long. "C'mon, gimme your mone- ah!"the thief said as Astien completed the spell and a small whelp appeared in-front of the thieve's face. The little monster immediately jumped onto thief and started biting and scratching, the thief doing his best to get the little thing off. Using this distraction Astien quickly started to cast Sparks, a novice lightning spell but one that was effective in dealing with nuisances like this.

    By the time the thief had gotten the whelp off his face and thrown it down the alley he was being shot by lightning. He yelled and landed on his back, dropping his knife in the fall. Astien soon stopped shooting the thief with lightning, but kept the spell ready just in case. The magic dancing on his fingertips.

    "Now that the roles are reversed lets see how you handle it. Give me all your gold and anything else of value on you and I might let you live." he said. The thief quickly scrambled to remove his pouch from his belt and threw it at Astien, where the little whelp caught it. "I trust you have learned never to try and rob a mage now right? Good." And with that Astien gave him one last shock knocking the thief unconscious This dealt with he slumped down down to the ground his back against the wall and started to breath deeply.

    "So many spells so quickly takes something out of a man." He said as he started to rummage through the thieve's pouch. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to pay for a room and food at an inn. Once he was thoroughly recovered from his spells he dismissed the whelp, got up and went to the nearest inn. He has no idea what became of the thief but he is sure the Dunmer never bothered another robed man again.

    Background: Astien was born in a small town West of Wayrest near the Iliac Bay. Living on the edge of this town was an old man who was shunned by the rest of the village, but was never forced to leave because it was always helpful to have a magic user to deal with problems. At one point when Astien was 15 he and the other boys went out at night to see who would dare to get the closest to the old mans house. Astien dared to go all the way and even peek through the window and what he saw awed him.

    The next day Astien went straight to the old man and demanded he teach him. Of course he got turned down, that just wasn't how you treated one of that age. But every day for a week Astien came back and said the same thing until the old man finally relented and began to teach him a few basic spells.While being taught the basics of magic Astien was ostracized by others his age. He quickly became a recluse of the town, doing little but practicing his magic. This lead him to detest those who pushed him away just like they did the old man.

    It was only a matter of time before he left. He took what little gold he had, a horse from a local stable and set off. He traveled to the east through Hammerfell and then down into Cyrodiil. In the beginning he was lonely. In his home he was alone because he chose to be, he could go out and talk to someone whenever he wanted to though that was not often. Here out in the wilderness he was truly alone and without help. No one would care if he died out here and that made him hard. The only way that he would survive out here would be for him to become as uncaring as the land he walked.

    Eventually he had to sell the horse to pay for food. Forgotten and alone in Tamerial Astien was about to give up on his journey and head home when he heard news of Akavir, a land he had read of during his studies the old man. He thought there over the ocean to the east, in the Dragon Land, he would find one last chance to gain the power he so wanted.Luckily he was already close to Highrock, so he set off back to Highrock until he got to the city of Northpoint. At 23 He sold all he could to pay for passage across the sea arriving with only the clothes on his back, his skill with magic and his ambition.


    The magic app: http://elderscrollsa...84041#p37684041

    ((Also, Skooma Kills))


    Sorry Power-Gaming definition not quite there yet

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    OOC:
    IGN: Mr_Famous
    Age: 13
    Why us?: Well you seem to be a good roleplaying server and I like role play. I'm a member Of "Lord Of the Craft" and am a big fan of Elder Scrolls lore; when i got Intrigued with the land of Akavir and I found you're rolplay server I thought to my self "This seems Like a Fun thing to do" and Jumped at a chance of Joining. After readin you're lore and checking some facts my self I was ready to join!
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but will ensure I do so!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying simply is take up a role of another character. You act out your character with his choices and opinions rather than your own! Maybe you're fed up with some one in OOc so you decide to kill them, that would an example of Both Meta gaming and Bad Roleplay, as your character wouldn;t be affected by such things ingame!
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: A simple one Information and thoughts Out Of Character effecting your Role play Choices, This ones simply annoying if people Meta gaming for example you're character is really good friends with a person in real life but they have a go out you in OOC so you break up your friendship just because of those OOC events! Basicly when you use OOC to affect Rp
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming I have been a victim of, simply when you don't have a chance to react to some ones role, adn pure example fo this was I was roleplaying with 2 Bandits I was just leaving the palce when Suddenly one of them grabbed so of course naturally I emoted that I tried to get him off, he complete ignored my Rolplay emote and only Rped as if everything was to his advantage! Admittedly that's an example of Minor Power Gaming, the more majure stuff is when you abuse game mechanics or just Insta kill someone!
    IC:
    Name: Ab'Bar Shazita
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Race: Ka' po Tun
    Appearance:

    Personality: Ab'Bar Shazita is an Impatient and Greedy Ka' Po tun. Although at times he can be kind he'll put all out the way to ensure he gets some coin. Therefore he is not one to cross with idle favors unless he gets paid at the end of the day! Suitable so he Assumes himself with arrogance as a strong young Cat Man!

    In-game RP Fight example: *Ab'Bar Shazita sits peaceful at the bar table, sipping upon a newly made beer*
    *Enters a Nordic Mecenary he sits down and orders an ale, he turns to the Khajiit sitting Humbly next to him and Laughs* "Little Milk Drinker' we 'ave 'ere!"
    *Twitches his ear towards the Nord not use to the term 'Milkdrinker'* "Ah whast do' you 'mean, Milk Drinker?"
    *Nord Laughs "You little baby... weakling you couldn't taken me on even if I let you viin!"
    *Ab'Bar shazita smiles Politely and stands up from the bar, with a flick his fingers he darts his hand towards the Nords neck in attempt to slam his head to the table*
    * Mercenary Nord: Lurches quickly to block, grabbing the Ka po' tun's hand and stands up whilst doing so with rage in his eyes.*
    *Ab'bar Launches his knee into to the Nord Mecenary Groin*
    *the Mecenary lets go of Ab'Bars hand Whincing in pain.*
    *Ab'Bar laughs at the big Baby and Flings his foot towards the Nords face*
    *Nord mercenary due to other pains quickly tries to react but is hit on the head with the foot Knocking the mercenary to the Floor*

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    Ab'Bar is no warrior nor is he a powerful mage but will not turn down a good fight! He was brought upon a small farm on the Borders Of Ka Po' tun Empire and Tang Mo islands. His upbringing wasn't exactly secure, although neither or his parents died none ever earned enough money to support there family and in doing so would end up Grasping to every coin they could find. It was by there nature that Ab'Bar learnt to care for him self before others. There Lack of money surprising developed an interest in the coin to there young child Ab'Bar and so increased his ability of lust the item he had not and wish to keep every coin he could find to himself!

    Although not supported by his parents for the act it turned out that Ab'bar was not that bad a thief, he was able to pick a Pocket or two in his time on the streets and steal some food from peoples stalls with enough success not to be caught. Though his Ambitions got higher he start would Pickpocket from richer people, even guards, and attempt Braking to houses, only Narrowly escaping. When one day a rich noble came into his small village upon a fair sized cart and happened to be staying in a near by Inn, Ab'Bar could hear the coin clink in the Noble's pockets as he moved and freely exposed his riches! He was quick to steal a dagger from the near by Forge in case of trouble and enter the inn. He bought a drink with the little gold he had and sat down Sipping on his ale Humbly as he watched the man enter and go to his room.

    As the Inn was closing Ab'Bar was quick to hide in This Rich Noble's bed for the night and waited till he was certain the man was in a deep sleep. he crept out as quietly as he could and searched threw his items though found nothing of interest. Just as he was leaving he saw out the corner of his eye a little gleam of glitter which seemed to be coming from behind the Cupboard in the small Room. Darting to the wall to push the Block of wood away, he found himself staring into the eyes of the Noble who had now Awoken from his Sleep alert, angry and ready to strike. Quick to react to his surprise Ab'Bar threw the dagger, he had stolen, at the Noble, Hoping to wound him, then turned to flee! As he turned he heard the Noble call out in pain, now knowing he had succeeded in wounding The Noble he ran at full pelt into the wilds of akavir to Escape his past life and start again far away from his home village!


    Power Gaming definition not quite there yet, brush up on your grammar, and read the rules

    DENIED

    Quote from BlergBlah

    For the killing of parents it may not be "likely" in a traditional sense, my character was motivated and had the resolve due to RP influences to take the drastic action. But it doesn't mean she's a killing machine by any means, only that she can take that action if certain factors are in place. In this case it was neglect enough to make her begin to starve and become unhealthy.
    OOC:
    IGN: zcdlatini
    Age: 14
    Why us?: I like serious/in-depth rp servers. My friends are on here and one recommended it to me (Colin).
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will after the app.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking control of a person in a environment and living their life as they would.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information that your character would not know IC
    Define Power-gaming in your words: You are making a forced situation to get a upper hand in fighting.

    IC:
    Name: Cania Cullian
    Nickname:
    Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Race: Imperial (Also shes a Vampire)
    Appearance:
    She has brown hair that goes up to her shoulders (Sorry the picture makes it so long and that its white.) Dresses that are red and pink are a must have for her, She doesn't have much of a body mass, you could call her having some anorexia. She wears stockings now and then and heels.

    Personality: She has a tendency to talk back, once she doesn't like to be controlled (E.G Her parents.) With that she likes to have control over a situation. Due to how she is well a vampire she tests and tries people, trying to find their weak points and to see if they are who they say they are. Again with being a vampire she is usually shy, keeping to herself to be away from people and what she likes to call "Torches and pitchforks" (Peoples temper and hate towards her). Of course what wold life be without a little fun? When she goes out at night to feed or get some fresh air she occasionally plays jokes, having a somewhat cruel taste of humor when she sees fear or pain. She has a taste for music also, liking pieces that include lute or flute's.
    In-game RP Fight example:
    *It's daytime outside of her home, she is getting ready to get some rest as a loud crack comes from the opposite side of the house, shes in a robe and has reading glasses on, looking a bit messy*
    Another one? *She sighs, so far she had have three people. A "Knight" (A peasant in wood armor), A "Mage" (A small child that knocked on her door and threatened to banish her and make her disappear), and now whoever this is. The local town doesn't like her. She gets it. She is getting her things packed already, hopes already high for the trip, but this is annoying as she gets ready to leave*
    *The man is trying to be sneaky, getting more relaxed that this looks like a normal farm house, A vampire couldn't live here! It's too normal. His shoes although are making loud squeaks as he walks only the floorboards*
    *She pouts, sitting down and opening a book about Akvair, It may not be exactly a book, more so a journal of a man, but it's the closest to get her ready to find out what to expect*
    *He looks around each corner he comes across. Slowly making his way to the pout of the woman*
    *She is still in there, leg's crossed as she sits on a wood chair near a shelf, no fire or windows in sight. Her robe is a white cloth and the glasses slip down a bit on her nose as she looks up disapprovingly.*
    *He comes to the door way, standing there staring back at her, A woman? They want him to kill her? She doesn't even seem to be of age.*
    May I help you? *She frowns, She wants to sleep and not deal with this nuisance She has a boat to catch tomorrow anyways*
    "U-uh" *Shes just a woman. But shes so.... unfazed. He would be scared a bit if someone broke into his house, and shes just sitting there, staring with eyes of a demon*
    Either get out, Turn around and let me feed, or die. *She is slowly getting a smile at how he is beginning to sweat. At his fear.*
    "N-no! T-they will..." *He doesn't like where this is going, he won't make his sentence worse by killing a woman, even though it was ordered to get him out of jail.*
    They will what? Let you be a rouge? Life is harder then all you peasants think it is. Now be gone. *She tilts her head waiting for him to leave, so she can rest her tired eyes.*
    "Don't you..." *Shes talking back? Being rude? Maybe he can see why they don't like her, a smart talking, blood sucking, probably a criminal woman.*
    Come at me silly boy~ *She giggles, licking her lips as she leans back, getting ready for the usual way she takes people down*
    *He snorts at how she is acting and begins to walk towards her*
    *She flings herself towards him, feet first to try and knock him down as he approaches*
    *He blinks, being caught off-guard, his hand going to his belt for his knife*
    *She begins to get up, giggling at how hes acting, knowing how this fight will be since he came in the doorway*
    *He pulls out the knife and reaches towards her ankle to try and grab her or trip her*
    *She raises her foot so he can't and drops foot on his hand, the other foot goes to kick his other hand when the other lands*
    *His hand is caught under the foot and knife kicked out of hand, he looks up scared* "Pl-please I got kids a-and..."
    Right. *She sends a stomp towards his face*
    *He begins to let out a "Ahhh" but gets hit in the temple and gets knocked out*
    Hm.... *She smiles and giggles at how he's laying there helpless* A good meal to start up the trip when I wake....

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    Cania was born to Ticedo and Viania Cullian, in the providence of Cyrodiil, near the town of Brgvil. Ticedo and Viania lived on their own with a small farm for wheat and flowers. The farm wasn't really near any towns and their life was secluded. Cania for her early childhood usually played around the flower patches but was lonely. Things to her were constantly being new to her as she sometimes trailed off because her parents didn't really care about her. That again was a factor in what would soon become her love of pain and fear. She dealt with it so often when in the woods or sitting around her parents that it became normal for her. The way she copped was to make fun of it. To laugh or giggle at how she didn't have any friends. "Who needs them?" she would say. The same also said for her parents once they usually ignored her and let her wander alone into the woods.
    Meanwhile she helped them with the farming of the flowers, the roses she loved although. The red and pink made her smile. The scent made her feel soothed. The pain of the thorns made her giggle. It was a symbol for her. A label that she liked. She spent a good amount of time making faces and other things out of petals, also making displays for those who wished it. The people even liked her displays more then her mothers when it was sent. Her mother, being jealous, quickly made her stop with her displays, forcing her to work with the dull tan wheat and making bread.
    The thing to occupy her time then was music. She used a flute she bought with her own little amount of money and began to play, not being one for reading. It was interesting to her enough to start as a hobby for the little time she had after sitting in her room when finished with a hard days work and thinking about how much she hates Ticedo and Viania for their neglect towards her. She still isn't the best at it but it is something just to hold onto.

    When she was ten years old, Ticedo found a new woman to love, which started a affair and Viania leaving him. Cania got a short explanation but could have cared less. When her father left her room that night she said "Good. Hope your next." The lover's name was Syloria. She was a bit of a shy person and didn't really talk much. Ticedo began to leave at night, leaving Cania to cook for herself and learn how to be a individual how to survive alone. Life was good for her once she learned the basics on how to live alone and grew to it after long years of neglect until Syloria came to the house one night when she was 15. She was asleep after a long day and Ticedo had regret in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this to his own daughter, but to keep a woman that he actually loved and she loved him back? He took a drastic risk. Syloria turned him because he was willing and Cania in her sleep so she wouldn't fight back.
    Cania was confused why the sun was burning her, thinking she mixed the wrong ingredients to food, but Ticedo already was beginning to get ready to move in with Syloria and leave the past behind Cania had no other choice but to go with them and deal with it, her outrage having to be kept in until she learned how to deal with her new life. As Ticedo and Syloria smiled and chatted day to day, when they went to Cania she was always mad, always saying directly to them that she hates them for how they did things against her will, how she felt about Syloria being a "ghost" (She meant as how Syloria never talked or helped them.) When she became fifteen she slowly went into their room. Syloria awoke quickly due to her paranoia and asked her what she was doing. She said she was having trouble sleeping and wished to stay in their room for the night. The step-mother reluctantly agreed, Cania waited until they were sure sound asleep, with how she despised Ticedo for his neglect and Syloria had gotten some brushed onto herself with making her a vampire, had a small knife with her and quickly did her job to them.
    Life being a lone adult was -very- hard for her. Staying in during day, only to come out at night and almost get caught while feeding, moving constantly like a nomad. She was lonely. She felt broken and out of place. She hated life. A Khajit criminal later gave her a job. Going around at night and passing off packages and letters to his allies and henchmen. She took the job. It was fun to her, how she sometimes made deals to get extra money, how she sometimes double-crossed her employer to get more cash or someone to feed from. She felt good. She felt important. She wasn't known as the sadistic girl. She was known as the silent vampire. The Khajit was later arrested and executed she didn't have anymore jobs because they knew about how she wasn't the best to trust. Then she heard rumors about Akavir. Gold? People to feed from? Open land? Who would pass up that?! Anyways towns where catching onto her. If she ran now she would get out of reach of who knew her and have a place to name her own. A private house. A good husband. Plenty of money. Maybe make a small crime empire like the Khajit man. She got hope for once in her life. She hoped she would be happy.
    She began her journey, which was a bit easier then if she was inland of Cyrodiil, and silently got on a boat in the port. The rush of adrenaline made her smile, but being on the boat meant no safe haven, with people moving all around she could be easily spotted. The only reasonable way to stay hidden? Hide under the bed and blocking herself with her bags, feeding a few times during the trip at night. Now in Akavir the risks that face her is getting settled down, hurrying out of the boat she goes towards the alleyways to get shade. In her head she afraid. What now? she asks herself.
    What now?


    Skooma Kills!


    Power-Gaming not quite there, no high-heels or stockings in TES, can't be a vampire from start, and your background a little confusing, but I got it in the end.

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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from UttalaOdi

    OOC:
    IGN: acecaim
    OOC nick: ace
    Name: Ian
    Age: 16
    Why us?: I am an absolute TES fan, I have a great knowledge of lore, and I love to Roleplay
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting out another world, like a play that is made up on the spot, in character.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you are OOC and you hear some one say "My character is a thief" then in character you use it and say "THIEF, PICKPOCKET!!!"
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Giving the other rper little to no options for their turn example *Bob swings his axe into Odi's chest, blood gushes everywhere* then the next Rper "..."
    (I noticed that the Kamal wasn't working out so I returned to what is safe lol. I am using my facebook Rp information, but I changed some things to be more lore friendly)
    IC:
    Name: Isaac Gever
    Nickname: Gever
    Age: 34
    Gender: Male
    Race: Breton
    Appearance: Blue eyes, copper blonde hair, he is a little short 5'6" average build, a scar going from below his left eye down to his jaw line. Good hygiene. Good health. If one would guess they would think he is a high class man, though he is smack in the middle.
    Personality: Loves to flirt with all the ladies out there (particularly Elven ones, especially Bosmer ones), loves taking the shiny things.
    In-game RP Fight example: He Quickly slips through the window, unseen by the guards eye. He quietly sneaks behind the guard using shadow as his guise his left hand covers the guards mouth, while his right presses down on his throat. The guard is unconscious, he continues into the next room. There it is the golden diamond necklace. He carefully lifts the display case's lid, his hand grabs the necklace and sneaks back to the door. He notices that there are two guards in front of the gate out. One guard sees Isaacs axe reflect some light, "Over there!" the two bolt towards him, Isaac thinks to himself well ­. He wait for the guards to approach him. The one on the left swings so Isaac drops and rolls forward dodging the blade, though the guard sees this and swings. The sword cuts Isaac's arm perhaps an inch deep wound. Isaac's roll turns into a fall and he screams with pain, though his life shall not end here. He lifts his axe out of his thigh strapping. holding it in his right arm he swings, not to hit his foe but to catch his sword. It works, the guards sword is caught between the axe's head and shaft. Isaac pulls disarming the guard. He then turns and runs toward the gate. He leaps into the air, grabbing one of the gate's tips with his left arm. This cause some blood the burst out of his wound, the pain almost makes him bite his tongue off. he uses his axe like a climbing pick and rolls over the gate, cutting and scrapping his side in the process. He quickly limps away into the sewers, back into the safety of the guild.
    Background: He is a very wanted man in High Rock, though he has only been caught once. He was on a heist job, trying to steal the kings crown. He had it in his pouch and was almost out the window and then an arrow pinned his bag to the wall, causing the crown to fall out. He could only see that it was a woman, a bosmer. He soon recognized she was the famous "blackbow" or Nimriel (thanks Wolfblood lol). She approached him with several guard, Isaac raised his hands and said "ahh seems that the little bird has found the snake..." she appeared to be angered at him, he did not like this. "Who do you think you are to steal my father's crown." He took an unnoticed step closer to her and said, "That is my job little bird." he then quickly kissed her on the cheek and bolted out the window. He stopped in the window for a brief moment, turned around and said "Until next time my little blue jay." He then without hesitation leaped from the window into the river below. After this the hooded thief known as "The hood" or "The King of thieves" became infamous and almost all heists, robberies, etc. were all blamed on him. He had grown up a thief, having a beggar father and a poor mother. He was accepted into the guild when he was 12. Since then he has been training and out in the field. His first fishing job was an old ring, which he wears today. The Guild is his home, and always will be. So when things became too complicated in High Rock he left, and he set sail to Akavir. For a new beginning, with nothing but his steel war-axe and his armor.


    Your power-gaming definition isn't quite there yet, your background must be two paragraphs long, tell about his life and how he got to Akavir not a generic heist that makes me think he's over powered, and read the rules.

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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from mryay244

    Edit:OOC:

    IGN: MrYay244

    Age: 16

    Why us?: I have liked skyrim, and midevil related things, so upon seeing this I liked it.

    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No

    Define Role-Playing in your words: Pole-playing is putting yourself into a character/person you are not and acting as if you are the fictional character.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using the chat to find out things you cant find out inperson.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Taking advantage of the rules
    IC:

    Name: Thoamros Alerteyes

    Nickname: Thoam

    Age: 28

    Gender: Male

    Race: Nord

    Appearance:I short slim light skined male. Has a scar on his right eye.

    Personality: He is a lone wolf type of guy. He has issues with trust and brave in the face a danger.
    In game rp ex: Selling wood to a vender- Me - Hello sir i would like to sell you 60 peaces of wood, Him: Ill buy the whole bunch for 1 iron. Me- Sir i would sell this wood for 4 ingots nothing less. Him -You think ill buy your wood for 4 ingots ha! Ill give you 3 ingots. Me- deal.

    Background: As a young male he ran away from a orphanage in Tamriel and joined a group of pirates. They would sale all across the land looking for treasure. But one day the pirate got ina fight and left Thoam on a far off land. This land he would later find out to be called Akavir. Akavir found himself in a town and began looking for work so he could get enough money to leave Akavir. Thoam found a job cutting wood. Thoam bougth himself a home and decided that he wanted to restart him life away from the terrors of being a pirate, he wanted to become a knight so he can help protect people. But as he was training they noticed he did not work well with the other soldiers, so he didnt become kight.
    Upset with not becoming a knight Thoam built a house just outside the town and began his own business of cutting wood by himself. Evry once in awhile he would trave the land of Akavir and find out new places and new people. But he would never become to atached to this place or people and go on his way to the next place. Thoam would sometime encounter a banit or 2 and would have to use what small amount of skills he learend from training to be a knight to scare them off or be a able to hold them of until help cam along.
    SKOOMA KILLS


    MG and PG definitions are wrong, RP example, appearance and personality are too short, redo the background (it doesn't make sense), and pay attention in Language Arts (English) class, kid.

    DENIED

    Quote from MrBetaguy

    OOC:
    IGN: MrBetaguy
    Age: 16
    Why us?:Roleplay+Minecraft+TES=Awesomeness
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I dont use Planetminecraft
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying for me, is to go in game as another person, living their life. Like you have to behave after their personality, and make the choices your character would make.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing stuff before ur character has aknowledged it. Like the location of an awesome dungeon, you dont know where it is before you randomly find it, or buy a map or hear rumors or something.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Beeing overpowered strong, or precise. example, you're a hunter, and you're hunting a bear. *And he shot the bear in the head.* should rather be * He shot at the bear, aiming for it's head.*

    IC:
    Name: Savannha
    Nickname: (None)
    Age: 23
    Gender: FemaleRace: Imperial

    Appearance: White skin, Long redish hair with light blue eyes. Dirty clothes. ( muddy ) Short.

    Personality: Kind of heart. And always willing to help in any way she can. She is not very muscular, but on her journeys she met a bladesman who tought her some techniques with a blade.

    In-game RP Fight example: A Highway-Man showed up by her camp at the middle of the night. ''Give me your gold or i'll cut you through!'' '' But i barely have anything! you can't take the little I have!'' The Highway-man let out a loud scream and swung his sword at Savannha. She quickly draw her blade and parried his strike. '' You should have given me the gold, Sweetie!'' The highwayman yelled. She used a technique she learned, to counter-attack, but she stepped over and fell to the ground dropping her sword. '' Please don't hurt me, you can have your gold!'' She cried, but the man just laughed. '' You're mine now girl!'' he said as he raised his sword. Just as he was about to thrust his sword in her, he fell. Savannha saw a arrow in his chest. She looked behind her and saw a shape in the shadows across the river, just as it faded away. Someone saved her life.

    Background: Savannha used to live at her parents farm, in Skyrim. She was always willing to help her father out in any way she could, and without her the farm would'nt be able to keep going. Her family wasn't wealthy, not by far, but she was happy. She used to tell tales to the kids at the farm about the mighty dragonborn who killed Alduin, and stopped the dragons from keeping to come back to life. Everyone liked her, and she had a overall nice life. One day a group of bandits raided their farm. Savannha was in the kitchen making dinner for her family, as her father rushed in the house. He looked around and when he saw her, she ran up to her. ''Take this! Go out the backdoor, and follow the southern road 3 miles down. There you will take to the right into the woods and you will find ur uncle. He will help you.'' he said and laid a gold purse in her hands. '' But... what.. why?'' she asked her father, confused as she was. '' No time to explain!'' he said as he shoved her out the backdoor, and watched her run away. she could hear the screams of her family as she ran.

    At her uncles house she got some food and drinks. He geared her up with a Steel blade, and some banded leather armor. He had made it himself for his hunting trips, but he gave it to her as she was in a tricky situation. ''What am I supposed to do? Where do I go?'' She asked him. He replied '' Well.. Skyrim is no place for a young girl like you, wandering alone. Take my horse. It will carry you on your journey. Ride to Akavir. Start a new life. Forget about everything you had here.'' And so she rode away on her new horse. Starting her new life. On the way she met loads of people willing to help her on her journey. one of them was an old bladesman. he was wandering the roads, looking for some bandits to challenge so that he could die. But he was willing to help Savannha with her blade, teaching ehr some techniques.

    When she rode trough a swamp, she saw a dead kahjiit, sitting next to a sign. only the skeleton was left there. The sign read '' Skooma Kills!''

    .( please pm me if i got in, kind of hard to keep track of it here,)


    Appearance and personality are too short, Akavir is overseas, and brush up on your grammar.

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    Quote from KingVater

    Posted Yesterday, 10:32 PM
    OOC:

    IGN: KingVater

    Age: 14

    Why us?: I have liked skyrim, and midevil related things, so upon seeing this I liked it.

    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No

    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is when you play your own character, doing things realistically. Not
    nesscarily being "Mr. King" on the world.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information extracted from the outside (like out of character chat) to affect the in-game events

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Creating your character to be extremely over powered, like Zeus for example.

    IC:

    Name: Torvar Dragonheart

    Nickname: (Optional)

    Age: 35

    Gender: Male

    Race: Nord

    Appearance: He has brown hair, he has blue eyes with long eyelashes, he's strong and tall. He likes to cover parts of his face/head, like a bandanna or mask, he has a scar under his bandanna. He wears dark clothing. His nose is medium sized.

    Personality: He's somewhat nice, doesn't talk that much (since dad had died), willing to join friends in battle, is the opposite of irrational; he likes to think things out.

    In-game RP example: (Include dialog): -At my crop shop- *Man walks in* Torvar: Hello, I would ask that you'd keep all weapons sheathed before we make an business. Man: I already have, anyway what kinds of crops do you have for sale? Torvar: I have melons, potatoes, carrots, and pumpkins. Man: Hmm.. I would like four potatoes and 6 melons, the small kind. Torvar: Ok, that price for those is $30. Man: Suitable price, I'll take it. *We exchange* Torvar: Thank you for you business. Man: No, thank you, I need this. *Man leaves* -I then close the store for, the day is coming to an end.- (I do hope this is organized and enough)

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    Me and my brother (Mordin_the_Brave since I am unaware of his changed name I will note him as such) were born on a farm near Whiterun, Skyrim. We did everything together when we were kids; we were very close brothers. When our dad died it affected me much more than my brother (Mordin_the_Brave) began to become more of a quiet and somewhat reclusive person. Finally the time came to say our goodbyes and I left to be a part-time guard for Whiterun and farmer. As time progressed I realized that I had not seen my brother in years and then hoped more so than ever to see him. That time came when I was 30; we saw each other at a market as I was buying some new seeds for my farm. Then two years passed and when met again and the we started a whole new farm together, while he still mined and I still served part-time as a guard for Whiterun.
    We bought this farm and it quickly began to gain business quickly. but as luck would have (or unluckiness), we got raided by an overwhelming group of bandits. I stayed with our mother and repaired the farm while (Mordin_the_Brave) searched for the bandits. But he did not find them. My brother desired revenge but I did not; for I knew the consequences that could follow. while I still care for my brother, I try to tell him to lay off the revenge thing but he is still persistent. We are trying to live our lives as best we can (our mother had died of old age by now). Finally though, we realized it was time to move to the place known as Akavir for we had heard about it from a friend who had been there. (sorry for highlight don't know how to remove) plan to make a new farm, for Skyrim is too dangerous and the land has nothing left for us; we seek a new life.

    Skooma kills!



    RP definition is a bit shaky and how did he get to Akavir? Also brush up on your grammar.

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    Quote from leggo15

    OOC:
    IGN: leggo15
    Age: 16
    Why us?: i am loking for a RPG minecraft server and i love the elder scrolls series and then i found you.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: i am new on planet minecraft i dont no how but hwen i findout i am going to.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: a campaign you make on the way.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words:i dont
    understand the question.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: a game of trones be the leader and comand trops around.

    IC:
    Name:leggo15
    Nickname: leggo
    Age: 21
    Gender: male
    Race:
    Nord
    Appearance: skyrim steel armor.
    Personality: loyal
    , warrior, explores, always good time
    In-game RP Fight example: i dont now what to reply.
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    i grew opp in a city called Archon in black marsh. my family was por and i lived on the stret. my dad was figthing in the war and my mam dead when i was 13. one day a trade ship was saling to akavir. i sneaked in to the ship. after the ship Hade sat seal i was taken. they told me to help on the boat or jomp in the sea.
    i was set to work and i worked for 3 yers on the ship. i and the cru on the boat becom good frends. at last we was in the continent Akavir. i was given some septins and an steel axe when i left the ship, i have been in Akavir since.

    (i have dyslexia so am not so good at writing)


    I'm sorry, but with you being dyslexic I can't allow you in. I'm not trying to be rude or mean, but I don't think you can meet our standards with your condition. I hope you understand.

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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Quote from Grice127

    OOC:
    IGN: Grice127
    Age:16
    Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using knowledge of a game to influence your actions within the game in a generally unsporting manner.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Performing unrealistic actions and controlling another persons character with their permission.

    IC:
    Name: Grahm Snow Bear
    Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
    Age: 27
    Gender: Male
    Race: Nord
    Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
    Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
    Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
    *Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
    Grahm: Whats that!
    Brother: What!
    Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
    Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
    Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
    *Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
    *Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
    Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
    Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
    *Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
    One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers falling in a basket. I was so filled rage that I ran up the stage drew my sword and started killing everyone. starting with the headsmen stabbing him in the back with my sword then took his ax and choped his head off, I then I proceeded to kill 5 city guards, after that more of them came knowing I was matched I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so with a little... persuasion he kindly took me to Akavir for free. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.

    SKOOMA KILLS


    This happened 80 years after the Skyrim rebellion, so redo your background.

    DENIED

    Quote from dwhite5790

    I'm definitely applying.

    OOC

    IGN: Dwhite0590
    Age: 22
    Why us?: Because I lilke the Elder Scrolls series, and Minecraft. So the two as a one, sounds awesome.
    Have you voted for us at
    Planet Minecraft?: Definitely when I get a chance
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when you assume the role of a character, being that character, not yourself.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using abilities your character doesn't know, seeing a location in the forum, and going there without trying to find it yourself, basically any Out-of-Character things when you are in character.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is leveling up at a unrealistic rate, or doing unrealistic feats.

    IC

    Name: Olaf
    Nickname: N/A
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Race: Breton
    Appearance: Olaf has brown hair, a bread, and has a muscular build. He has steel armor on. He uses a sword in battle.
    Personality: Helpful, friendly, willing to help in any way he can, kind-hearted, and all-around nice guy. He is also brave, but not foolish, he knows his limits.
    In-game RP example: Olaf was walking though Avakir when he noticed someone having trouble with their farm
    Olaf: Hi, I see you are having trouble with your farm. Is there anything I can do to help?
    Farmer: Yes, you can help me by harvesting the corn.
    Olaf helps the farmer by harvesting the corn.
    Farmer: Thanks for the help, you have made my job a lot easier.
    Olaf: Thanks, I am happy to help people in need. No reward needed, I did this out of the kindness in my heart.
    Farmer: Here is a reward for you anyway, please accept.
    The farmer gave Olaf 20 septims for the good job he did.
    Olaf: Thanks. I will put this reward to good use.
    Background: Olaf was born and raised in High Rock. Since his childhood, he had been a nice person to be around. He had many friends, and always help out in any way he can. His parents was farmers, and Olaf helped his parents with the farm. One day, his parent's farm was ransacked by bandits, and they lose everything. Olaf and his parents had to start all over again. Olaf helped his parents with the farm after the bandit attack, and they were able to get their farm up and running.
    He has heard of the land of Akavir, and always wanted to visit new lands. His parent's farm was doing really well, and he decided that he wanted to explore the world, helping out other people. He went to Akavir to help out people there. Avakir was a new land, and probably have many unknown dangers, so he decided to journey to Akavir, and protect people in any way he can. He wasn't doing it for the money, he was doing it to make the new land safer for all. But he decided to accept any money he was given, and uses that money to good use.


    Read the rules. Can't come with weapons and/or armor.

    DENIED
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