OOC:
IGN: TheLinXster
Age: 15
Why us?: Because I have been playing on roleplaying servers for a while now but I always get bored of them there was one, another Elder Scrolls based server, I would of kept playing on if it didn't get shut down because of money problems.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: no but I will if I have to
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Were you play as another character that you have made and play the game through his point of view.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Making choices for your character based on things you know but he wouldn't
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making you character over powered through rp
P.S. skooma kills!
IC:
Name: Linxor
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: skinny but quick, no body alive quite knows how he looks all they can see is the menacing eyes underneath the hood and the mask
Personality: A man of few words he's silent and but the way he looks at you is threatening. He also has a temper.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
(During a hunt with a small group of archers)
Archer 1: hey Linxor
Linxor: (looks towards the archer and nodes)
Archer 1: Can you here that?
Linxor: (looks around) yes I can they're close
Archer 2: Be quiet
They all make there way over a hill to where a few deer are
Archer 1: I've got this ( misses the shot)
Linxor: What the hells wrong with you how did you miss that!
Archer 1: I don't know I panicked
Linxor: By the 8 we need to get you some brains. Come here now. (Runs to the archer and hits him in the face)
Archer 2: Linxor calm down!
Linxor: Or what?!
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Poor Linxor had every thing he could of ever wanted A rich family, lots of money, power, women anything he wanted but he ruined that. He came home late after nearly drinking himself to death daily, he would get into fights over petty things, shout at his parents for telling him off. He became famous in the town for his temper. Until one night in the bar he was drunk of his head he met a girl, Sophia. She took him in and helped him recover from all the drink. After a few weeks they were officially a couple.
It was at this point when his life turned around. All the anger went away, he stared getting a better relationship with his parents, he stopped drinking. He fell madly in love with her. Every thing was looking good. Then the town was attacked by bandits there wasn't enough time to prepare. The town wiped out even Sophia Linxor killed her murderer took the robes the killer was wearing and left for Akavir. Linxor's Temper returned and with it the silence that he often sticks to.
How did he hear about Akavir. Also your appearance seems rather half-arsed.
OOC: IGN: kieran731 Age: 20 Why us?: This server from the looks of the home page is very well thought out, and as I'm new to being part of large minecraft communities, seemed the most appealing to start on. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) When the 'Player' takes the mindset of another in the form of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When a player has to go OOC in search of information to us IC. Define Power-gaming in your words:When a player uses the powers of a god, Example: Instant killing other players with a single hit, or multikilling with a single hit.
Appearance: Broad, medium height, black short wild hair, yellow eyes, small bodily scars, grey weathered skin, large baring teeth.
Personality: Heavily introverted, does not take easily to strangers. Has developed a naturally aggressive behaviour, loyal and tame when befriended however. Has a lack of trust for the Altmer and as a result of which has a small lack trust for any other of the mer races, including his own kind.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Whilst sitting alone at dusk just outside the city, Khorakh is approached by a curious Altmer, "Why are you out here alone Orc?" He asked. After a brief pause Khor looks up with a mildly sceptical expression on his face, "It's going to be freezing tonight... Far too cold for just those tattered cloth garments you're wearing there! How about you spend the night at my house, we have a spare bed and warm food."
Khor, now rising to his feet, stands face to face with the Altmer, says, "I'd rather endure the weather than spend a night under the same roof as your filthy kind.." Bewildered and Scared the Altmer watches frightened as Khor slowly walks into a nearby alleyway and sits himself down against the wall and prepares for yet another gruelling nights sleep.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in Orsinium, Khorakh I lead a relatively simple life as a young boy, I was just a common Orsimer. My mother, who unfortunately died during childbirth, was a jobless housewife. She spent most days cleaning and looking after me. My father, a blacksmith working in the heart of Orsinium, had very little sale for his crafted goods, even though their quality was higher than most common blacksmiths. Growing up was tough, the very little wealth my family had was just about keeping them alive and as a result of which up to my teen years, I was a noticable amount smaller than most other orcs around and was bullied constantly throughout my days for it. Father always told me, 'It's the smallest orcs, who bear the greatest courage and power.' These words strengthened my mind and allowed me to ignore the petty bullying from the others. However, these words didnt have as much effect, as the bullying eventually tore away at me more and more through my teenage years, and at the age of 18 enough was enough. One night, I decided to run away, resentment and resolve both filled my mind. The hatred for the bullies had settled my thoughts on escaping this torture had I even was at one point on the verge of suicide. However staying strong and collecting my thoughts, I decided to write my father a letter of apology and slip away into the night with only a loaf of bread and a chestplate hand crafted for me on my birthday by my father. When that night eventually had come, I collected my belongings and taking a moment of hesitation I looked in on my father and swore that I would come back when he would be proud of me, after I had become a strong warrior. I placed the letter upon the table, and silenty left my life in Orsimer behind..
After eaving Orsimer, I found a travelling Altmer group on their way to a town called Riften. I decided this opportunity was best, and hitched a ride. Whilst it was difficult to sleep on the cart, eventually I managed to sleep. After only a few hours sleep, I was suddenly awoken as I was thrown off of the cart with my hands bound into a nearby river, and I then realised that the Altmer I had been travelling with had stolen the cheatplate my father had crafted for me. After managing to get ashore, the Altmer were long gone, vengeful thoughts filled my mind and an undying hatred for the Altmer grew, being forced into the wilderness to fend for myself I spent a few days alone until I stumbled across the city of Whiterun. That is where I stayed for months, until the Jarl of whiterun approached me in the street and asked me to join the Whiterun army, I accepted as this was the first step to becoming a warrior for me. After years of training hard, and honing my skills, I had nearly become the warrior I dreamed of, however one last task needed to be done, I was wandering through the City, when out the corner of my eye, I had seen the armour my father had crafted for me being sold at a stall, I interrogated the man selling it as to where he found it, and he gave me his word that a group of Altmer had been stealing and selling goods from lonely travellers in Akavir, I had found them, and now no soul, no creature, and no landscape will stand in my way, I am coming for you, filthy Altmer!
SKOOMA KILLS, FACT.
I don't think you can have a revenge story, sorry.
OOC:
IGN: Aaron9174
Age: 16
Why us?: Huge Elder Scrolls fan and a huge fan of Minecraft as well. The combination..... epicness.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: The playing of your character as if you are your character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of game help used to one's advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Over powered player in roleplaying servers.
IC:
Name: Rajhin the Thief God
Nickname: Rajhin
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: A lightweight Khajiit weighing at about 120 pounds and reaching a height of about 5'10. His coat is a dark as the night itself except for one scratch located under his right eye. His crimson eyes carefully watch the host of his next target. His tail twitches back and forth at the slightest hint of trouble, but sits steady during stressful situations. Wearing a fine black cloak that is rumored to be stolen from the Listener of the dark brotherhood.
Personality: Usually keeping to himself, he works with many different associations and guilds throughout Tamriel. Known for his swiftness and agility, he has never failed any assignment given to him by the Thieves Guild. His reclusive nature subsides after a great win, and he rejoices with his fellow guild members. His favorite drink due to his craving for sweets is skooma, although most say this is a fast track to certain death. On most occasions he was known to leave unexpectedly, not being tied down to a single faction or group but instead to the highest bidder.
In-game RP example: Rajhin sits atop of a roof on his toes, viewing into the window adjacent to him. He's been watching, observing, studying, and for the most part stalking his latest prey to gain information for his great heist. Lucain Lachance, one of the five speakers of the black hand that lead the Dark Brotherhood. His persistence has gained him the password to open the Cheydinhal Sanctuary and the identity. Now that all remains is for him to slip into the sanctuary during the Listeners visit and steal his legendary cloak. Following the invisible Lucain with only his footprints and light breathing for guidance. Finally reaching the sanctuary, he waits for Lucian to enter and waits for 2 excruciating long hours. He then jumps down from the roof of the abandoned house and enters it cautiously. Creaking up the steps he checks the house for any extra life that may loom in the shadows. Then after confirming that the he was the only presence of life in the house, he walks slowly through a hole in the wall that he discovered in the basement. He begins to see a blood red light starting to come into view. The closer he approaches the darker the light appears, and the shape of a frightening skull that serves as the Dark Brotherhood doorway. A voice rings out breaking the serenity of the quite hallway and asks in a raspy, dark voice “what is the color of night?” Rajhin, remembering what Lucain told the initiate at a meeting replies “Sanguine, My Brother.” The door creaks open revealing a dark and gloomy corridor. Walking with carefully placed footsteps he sets eyes on a skeleton in black armor facing the opposite direction. He stops, looks to the nearest pillar and dashes to it, making not the slightest hint of sound. He sets off to the nearest room located on the right wall and slips in. Looking for the Listener he searches the first four rooms to no avail. The fifth room was located behind the skeleton who was now facing toward the door from which he came. He looks at the skeleton and begins to ponder of the right path to take. He takes out a small clear vial and swallows a gulp of its content, caps it, and places it back in the pocket from which he retrieved it from. The potions effect start working immediately as he watches his hands and feet disappear slowly. He creeps past the skeleton, walks down the second corridor and continues through the convoluted maze that these assassin's call home. He approaches a double door hearing several voices coming from the other side of the door. He waits. And waits. Listening to every aspect of the conversation until it finally ends and silence dominates the giant hallway. Taking note that his potion wore off hours ago, he silently opens the door and views two beds (well one bed and a coffin for this matter). He walks to the bed, and there laying asleep lies the Listener. He begins to work slowly moving different parts of the cloak, positioning it to be removed. Once in position he pulls slowly on the coat, a task he's done since he was just a kitten. Finally removing the cloak he whispers “You are said to be always protected. Yet here you lay at my mercy, not Sithis's.” As he begins to turn he hears cacophony coming from the outside corridor. He runs in a quite manner and views a possessed skeleton thrashing about, and deep rumbling voice booms from all directions. “Who dare questions the powers of Sithis?” Rahjit begins to run full sprint toward the skeleton and to the first corridor from which he originated. He slides by the skeleton missing the blade by a fraction of an inch, and roles toward the door. It's locked. He looks around and behind him lies a ladder leading from what looks like a well. He begins to climb hearing the voices behind him grow frantic. He jumps through the top of the well, landing on both feet, and runs to to an alley near by. His heist was successful.
Background: Born in Elsweyr he was raised by no one, forced to fend for himself on the streets. He survived off his ability to steal goods, and soon became to be an avid user of the proliferate black market in Elsweyr. For the most part, he was successful however in some instances, like the one that earned him his scar proved to him the importance of patience and nimble fingers. As he grew he became better and better at thievery, and the Thieves Guild sought after him to be their new initiate. After several years of learning under the thieves in Elsewyr he moved to more populated countries, and was known for his unpredictability. His greed prevented him from staying in one place, essentially the highest bidder had him moving quite often. After, he planed his heist on the Dark Brotherhood and became a legend to all of Tamriel. Returning to his homeland, he completed his most famous heist, stealing a tattoo off the Empress herself. He was successful, now moving onto to Akavir, where a man claims to give him enough money to sustain him for his entire life. Perhaps he will embark on the greatest heist that the people of Tamriel has ever known.
And by the way, SKOOMA KILLS!
Background too short. He is rather overpowered,too.
OOC: IGN: enterman8712 Age: 14 Why us?: Because after o read about this server i realized it has potential and it wont fade like other servers I played on plus its Elder Scrolls in minecraft. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is when a player creates a character and chooses a role and decides that he doesnt want to use OOC information and uses only information that the character would have if it was in real life and gaves up his irl identity and poseses the characters personality for example.Irl i am a deuchebag in game ill be a nice guy just an example. Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OOC information to overcome regular players.Example you are in a siege and you see a nameplate on the other side of the wall and you dig the wall up and kill the player. Define Power-gaming in your words: Useing ,,super_powers'' to overcome regular players.Example you pretend to rp and say that you are for example a god and you smite everyone just by thinking at them.
IC: Name: Jorn Fireborn (It is pronounced GIORN not HORN) Nickname: (Optional) Jorn Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: 80% nord 20% imperial (will be explained in the biography),(overall i am nord) Appearance: Tall and muscular appearance.Dark medium hair.Green eyes.Has a scar from a bear on the chest.What he lacks in agility he gets in power. Personality:He is an not super smart or dumb he is avarage to slighty low avarage.He loves to use heavy armor and swords and thinks that light armor-ers and bow-users are pathethic.Loves to get wasted in a bar.Hates jerks that think they are better then him.Has a huge loyality to Skyrim and the Empire.Is most afraid of cemeterys.Its very affected when he sees harmless people striked by military forces. In-game RP example: (Include dialog): Jorn gets in a ruined fort..He finds a chest full of weponary but all of a sudden.... -Hey kid what are you doing with my chest.said a homeless. -I am sorry mister but i tought the place was abandoned. -I will show u thief a thing or two come here you *******. -Sir pls it is just a big misunderstanding. *Old man grabs a knife and tries to atack Jron *Jorn dodges and grabs his sword and with a strike decapitates the old man. -What have i done i must get out of here. *Jron runs away.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir. My name is Jorn FireBorn son of Busgron FireBorn true nord of Skyrim and loyal soldier of the empire.And son of Midia Gistavos avarage marchant of the Cyrodiil.And finaly son of the harsh lands of Skyrim . Now I will tell you my story.My parents mat in Bruma.My father was alrady in the legion he was dispatched there from Windhelm where he had his childhood.My mother was born in the Imperial City and was the daughter of a shop owner.She ran from home with the caravan and settled in Bruma.After some days they become friends then girlfriend and boyfriend and then married.They had 3 childs I was the first born then my sister Namia and my brother Sirius.I got the nordic name because my father wanted only a child and my mother wanted 3.My mother didnt cared much about me or my father kept me away from her so i can learn more from him the arts of war and not be disturbed with sweet words and marchandise from my mother.I was born In Riften at my fathers will both of my brothers were born in Bruma where they lived.Father got dispatched back to Windhelm and of course he dragged me to Windhelm.Fortunatly I was still young I only had 4 years and didnt ment much to me.My sister became a priest and my brother a blacksmith.Mother Had a diverse shop she was selling everything from giant toes in to sweet roles.I was lucky if I got to visit them from 3 to 3 years.My father was keeping presure on me so I can master faster.I only joined the legion at 20 years even if my father tought i was ready at 17 years.My father was Dispatched to Morrowind and I was dispatched to Leyawiin.At first i was totaly deresed but as the days passed I recovered.When I heard that my father got went to akavir and deserted the legion and left me all that he had.Later i had news that he died assassinated. Yet to this day idk why.And so my journy begins. I Rushed to Bruma and told mother that i was leaving to Septimia and join the army.She asked why so i told her.. --Mother father died in Akavir he wrote me a letter that he was captured by snake like beasts and the ransom was not payed to free him he was allowed to write a letter and to whom to leave his belongings. Yet she insisted for me to stay.But still i left to BlackMarsh to get a boat.After that i went to the islands where there were 5 Impirial colonies i rented a room in a boat that was leaveing to Septimia.After 6 weeks of travel we reached land.We had the bad luck to anchor at winter.And i bought a small shack at the edge of the town.He cold was not cold at all as for my nordic blood.I was hired by a guild of fighters as a mercenary.Later on when i was able to buy a decent house i joined the garrison.Didnt took to long to get the next rank and be sent out in the frontier.There I fought battles and I am still fighting to this day.I still dont know how i had the time to write this piece of journal lets hope there will be mre from where this came from till next time i hope that the one that will find this will make a remarcable story of it.
Skooma Kills!
Can't have a house or already be a guard. Also brush up on your grammar.
Why us?:I enjoy the elder scrolls and minecraft both.
Have you "liked" our minecraftforum thread?:yes
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is making decisions as a fantasy character in a fantasy world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to determine IC choices.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is forcing actions upon players without giving them a chance to react or respond.
IC:
Name: Vistha
Nickname: "Shadowscale"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: He is about 6' 2" and has a skinny body figure but still has good muscle tone. His skin is scaly and red and he has yellow eyes. (I attached a picture)
Personality: He is serious most of the time and rarely lets out smiles. He doesn't feel remorse or regret when he kills. He likes to make potions and poisons because it's his hobby.
Skills: He is good at alchemy. He's very agile and is good at finding things. He is good at hiding in the shadows and being unnoticed.
One day while I was walking amongst the deep oak forest I hear a faint argument off in the distance. There is a hint of violence in the air. I follow the roaring voices until I come to a small house that reminded me of home. There are to hulk men in heavy armor harassing an old man, so I decide to go see what is going on. As I approach one of them the man says, "This is none of your business. Begone!" I question, "What is going on here?" One of the large men begins to swing his axe at me but misses because I was quick to react. "Better be careful. I won't miss another one of his swings." I thought. The man tries to swipe the axe across my body but I block it. My sword goes flying with that last swing and lodges into the ground. The man then knocks me out with a punch to the face. I wake wondering where I am. The old man I saw earlier sits over me in watch. He says, "Thanks for trying to help me. I will take care of you until you recover." After that I pass out again.
Background:
Vistha grew up in the swampy lands of the Black Marsh. He was born being referred as a "shadowcsale". His parents left him at an orphanage because of what he was. vistha never asked anyone what "shadoscale" meant because he thought it was some sort of curse that would drive everyone away from him. He got his name, Vistha, from the other kids in the orphanage because his parents failed to name him. He lived in the orphanage until the age of sixteen, then he left. He left because the owner, Gaar, always beat him senseless, just to show Vistha he was better than him. After traveling the marshes for a couple of days he stumbled upon a a small hut. The shaman who lived there took Vistha in, and allowed him to become his apprentice. Vistha trained in the art of alchemy for six years. I will now begin his true story.
Vistha sat on the edge of the porch, hanging his feet in the dark, mucky water. He pondered, "What am I going to do now that i've completed my training?" He reflected back upon his life, remembering the beatings he had, not so long ago, escaped. "I'm going to kill Garr for what he did to me." He began conjuring a deadly poison consisting of a death bell, imp stool, and bleeding crown. "This poison will surely be his end." He whispered in an eerie, reptilian accent. As soon as his concoction was complete he left to return to the city. It was almost foreign to him, for it had been six years since he had last seen it. As he grew neat to the orphanage, a strange man caught his eye. Vistha paused to watch this man, as he entered the back alley of the orphanage. As Vistha waited Gaar appeared holding a bound little girl. The strange man whispered, "Do you have the merchandise?" Gaar replied with, 'This is it right here. I believe my prices are fair." He then released the girl handing her over to the strange man. Vistha had an epiphany suddenly thinking, "This is where all the "adopted" orphans dissapeared to." He felt reassured that he was doing the right thing by killing Gaar. He waited for night to fall, then tresspassed inside, creeping upstairs to find Gaar asleep. Slowly approaching him, Vistha poured a drop of the poison on Gaar's lips. Suddenly Gaar's body frozze up and his eyes opened in shock. It looked as if Garr was trying to scream in fear, but he was paralyzed. Vistha admired the sight of Gaars unpleasant death and spoke in a synical manner saying, "May Sythis toture you soul in the afterlife." Within seconds after that statement Gaar's body became lifeless. Vistha now had nothing left for him in the Black Marsh, but where would he go? He thought of the many places his shaman had told him during his stay. He then remembered Akavir. He then realized that is where he should go.
OOC: IGN: ninjayyz Age: 15 Why us?: I have been looking for a quality roleplaying server for some time, and the roleplay quality I've found on other servers has either been bad, the server has gone down, or there have been... personal reasons for leaving. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but if it is required I can. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is taking the role of a unique character that has their own personality and attributes and leading them through the world, with your character's personality determining their actions, decisions, and general lifestyle in their world. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is taking knowledge you have obtained out of character (for example, in Skype) and using it to influence your In Character decisions and actions. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is giving your character abilities that make them stronger than other people's characters. An example of Power Gaming would be saying that your character is immune to fire and cannot drown because of blessings they received at birth.
IC: Name: Jay Nickname: (Optional) Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Wears black and re leather armor, a few scars here and there on him from past battles. Blue eyes, blond hair, is a little over six feet tall. Personality: Quiet, a bit anti-social. Known to be intelligent and mean when he wants to be. In-game RP example: -Situation: Jay walks into a bar during a massive fight. People are beating each other throughout the whole building, and there are multiple bottles of ale and chairs sailing through the air. -Response: Looking around him and seeing that everyone is effectively distracted, Jay sets to work. He moves through the bar and around it's brawling patrons quickly, avoiding anyone that seems to be looking for someone to fight. As he does this, he attempts to relieve the patrons of anything they may have in their pockets, whether it is their money or a ring they may have taken off. When he is satisfied, Jay walks toward the nearest exit, again trying to avoiding any confrontation. On his way out he purposely knocks over a candle and sets a portion of the tavern on fire. He laughs as he walks out, hearing people screaming as he looks through his findings. (Note: this is assuming everything goes as Jay hope it would. In other words, this is an ideal outcome.) Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in Skyrim, Jay was originally the son of a small time merchant that lived in Solitude. He stayed to himself during his childhood, and was often picked on by other children. Because of this he developed a habit of staying away from where others were, such as in the town's market areas and such. He preferred areas that were obscured by shadows that people didn't normally walk through, or to sit on the roof of his home. In his teen years, he began to develop an urge for wrongdoing. He would snatch things from people's pockets and sell them to others for some profit. He occasionally broke into a house or two during the night. The guards learned eventually learned of his thievery, and eventually began to actively search for him. After nearly being captured during a break in, he fled Solitude, heading to Whiterun. He arrived there and stayed in the inn, only stealing when he needed the money for food or to keep his room. However, he desired something more. He broke into half of the houses in the town one night, and wasn't very stealthy while doing so. After stashing his goods, he fled Whiterun, now a wanted man in two areas of Skyrim. Desiring a new start, he traveled to Dawnstar, from which he took a boat that brought him Akavir.
Skooma Kills Nots sure why it set it as white text on a black background.
Why us?:
I few of my friends from the SotA community apparently play on this server, so I'm going to check it out.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft:
I have indeed.
Define Role-playing in your own words:
To take on a different persona, either radically different from your actual personality, or quite similar, and be them, acting as they would and saying what they would say. Basically a large game of improvisation.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
To use information that your character doesn't know and was gained OOC, typically to your own advantage. This includes everything from knowing someone's name before having met them to knowing someone is going to steal from you because they announced it on the forums (What a silly thing to do), and you make sure to be there when they break into your home.
Define Power-gaming in your own words:
To force RP upon another player, basically giving them no chance to react to an attack, never taking a hit, or playing a really over-powered character (God modding! Wheeee!).
IC:
Name:
Mordecai Erro.
Nickname:
Mord, Cai, That-Darned-****-Who-Won't-Stop-Smiling, and THIEF!
Age:
Twenty-Six.
Gender:
Male.
Race:
Breton.
Appearance:
Typically seen with a mocking grin on his face, Morecai stands tall and thin with dark brown hair and eyes. While he isn't very physically strong, he is very agile and moves with cat-like grace. He somehow manages to keep himself spotless at all times and will obsessively try to clean any dirt or mud that gets on him.
Personality:
Mordecai sees humour in many different things, he will typically be grinning or laughing at what others might call misfortunes. Outside that, he is slow to anger, though he becomes extremely violent and aggressive when this actually happens. He comes off as a gentleman to some, rude to most, and arrogant to many.
In-game RP example:
*Mordecai leaps from roof top to roof top, scanning the dark streets for anyone who looks like an easy mark. Spotting an apparently unarmed and unaccompanied merchant, Mordecai grins widely and quickly makes his way down to the street. He follows the man for a ways, then picks up speed, brushing against the man and slipping his hand in the man's pocket before carrying on.*
Merchant: "Oi! Watch where you're walkin'!"
Mordecai: *Turns, still grinning widely* "Sorry, friend! Didn't see you! Terribly dark and all that!" *Still grinning, he bows shallowly and mockingly and carries on his way*
Merchant: *To himself* "Bloody kids..." *He continues on to his home.*
Mordecai: *Walks into an alley, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his new-found treasure. As he glances around, he sees a strange bit of graffiti. Raising an eyebrow, he inspects the wall for a moment, muttering to himself* "Skooma kills, eh?" *Shrugging, he turns his attention back to the bag. As he opens it, faint light reflects off the gold inside. Mordecai grins, just as a club comes down on the back of his head. When he awakens, he finds himself without weapons and money and finds himself covered in mud. Retrieving a rag from a pocket, Mordecai furiously scrubs at the mud, muttering to himself while walking to the roof-top shack he calls home.*
Background:
Growing up in a small village somewhere in High Rock, Mordecai found life boring. There was no excitement, there was no action. There was only farming. Growing more and more restless with each passing day, Mordecai planned to leave his little village as soon as he could. The day he turned twenty, Mordecai packed up his belongings and left without a word of thanks. ((Fell in with a crowd in some border town, took to robbin' banks. Nah, I kid, but if you get the reference, bonus points to you!)) Mordecai mainly stuck to High Rock, though he ventured out on a number of occasions to see what other provinces held. He never stayed in one place long, and never thought to settle down with a job. As such, he became proficient at all forms of thievery and wilderness survival, opting to stay in his own camp outside of whatever town he visited.
As time went on, Mordecai found himself becoming bored again. It had been six years of wandering since he first left home, and he had explored quite a bit of High Rock, and wished to visit somewhere new, to see something different. While visiting a tavern for a pint or six, Mordecai listened to the tavern chatter. It was there he learned about Akavir, a land full of riches and adventure. Mordecai grinned, finishing his drinks. It was time to do some exploring.
OOC:
IGN: MattMtrs
Age: 16
Why us?: After playing on your server, it seems that you are the best TES server that I can find. I enjoy the level of detail on your world and want to contribute.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will after this application is complete.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role play is being able to immerse yourself in a world and being able to see yourself as your own character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of out of game information to influence your in-game choices
Define Power-gaming in your words: Disregarding the fun aspects of the game to attain the highest status possible
IC:
Name: Talen Jei
Nickname:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Green scaled argonian, wearing normal, plain clothing
Personality: Slow to trust, but loyal. Very helpful to those that he knows and trusts.
In-game RP example: A man walks up to you and claims that he was being kept captive by bandits. He marks the location of their fort on your map. What do you do?
My character would start by saying to the man something along the lines of “You look sick and exhausted. Let me get you back to the nearest town, then we can talk”. After the man was taken care of, my character would likely inform the guards of the location of the fort, and try to offer as much information to them as possible.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Native to the Black Marsh city of Soulrest, My character was born to a working class family as an only child. Growing up alone, with parents to busy or too exhausted to care for him properly, he spent a lot of time exploring every nook and cranny of the city. As a result of this, he always wondered what the outside world was like. After he came of age, he toyed around with the idea of getting out there and seeing the world, but felt an obligation to stay and help his now feeble parents. Two years later, they both succumbed to illness. With the loss of his parents, there was no longer anything holding him back. he decided to sate his growing wanderlust and see the world.
Months later, he heard rumours of a ship departing Tamriel to the mysterious continent of Akavir, he knew this was his chance to make his mark on the world. After reaching a port in eastern Tamriel, he boarded the ship to Akavir, ready and willing to start a new life. After a lengthy trip across the ocean, he and a few other willing adventurers made landfall in the Akaviri City of Thordan, ready to begin again.
Extend upon your appearence and your PG definition is wrong. Read the rules
OOC:
IGN: LaurenceMtrs
Age: 16
Why us?: I'm a fan of both the Elder Scrolls and RP servers, and i've wanted a game in Akavir since the Pale Pass quest in Oblivion
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yeah, the captcha square thingy was a pain in the **** though
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Creating and acting out as a character in a particular setting, with a backstory etc. to create an immersive experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Strategy gaming that doesn't strictly follow a set of rules, but rather uses external factors to change the gameplay
Define Power-gaming in your words: Roleplaying scenarios that aren't usually acceptable or possible in reality
IC:
Name: Lorentius Sivitillius
Nickname: (Optional) Laurence
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, grey imperial noble clothes with a leather sash across the body. a red cape that passes the knees.
Personality: Helpful and considerate, but impatient if things take too long or move too slowly. quick to trust those who remind him of his friends and family in Cyrodiil, but cold to others.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Lorentius: Good morning, Teldryn. Word is that you're hiring your skills to those in need of an expedition
Teldryn: That's right, where are you headed to?
Lorentius: Bleak Falls Barrow. A tavern keeper told me that there's treasure to be found there
Teldryn: I dunno, what am I worth to you?
Lorentius. We'll see.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Lorentius grew up in Bruma with his parents, who made their living as blacksmiths in the Forge and Hammer. From a young age, he gained an interest in the art of crafting weapons and armour, as well as combat. His favourite thing growing up was talking to the adventurers who frequented the shop and the local tavern. When he was old enough to finally leave home, he picked up a sword and some armour, and headed north to Skyrim.
After a good 5 years of adventuring, he found himself in Morrowind with nothing to his name due to a string of raids on bandit camps gone wrong. One night in a tavern in a town named Khuul, he heard a rumor of a ship headed to a mysterious land named Akavir. This was exactly what Lorentius wanted. He used the remainder of his coin, barred 100 septims and bought a ticket to the mysterious land to start anew.
IGN: CosmicMonkey1016
Age: 14
Why us?: Because I LOVE The Elder Scrolls and RPG's
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting as a certain character or person.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When someone adds extra detail to their character
Name: Alakaril Nickname: Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Dark Elf Appearance: Pale skin, tall, long dark hair, dresses in black cloak
Personality: dark, fearless, looks for a fight In-Game RP example: A guard sees a man with a slumped humanoid figure slung over his back, walk out of a shop. He asks who he is, but he doesn't answer. He strikes with his sword, but only slices thin air. Alakaril stabs him in the back, and lays his body, and the shop owner's side by side in the middle of the village. Background: When Alakaril was young, both of his parents were killed in battle. He was too young to remember. The tribe that attacked his village raised him as their own, and taught him no mercy. He traveled tribe to tribe with his own, stealing and murdering as he pleased.
Eventually, the dark brotherhood found out about him and his dark deeds, and inducted him into the dark brotherhood. His first task was to wipe out his village, including the one's who had raised him as their own. He now hides in an unknown location, ready to strike.
DEfinitions are wrong and missing. Appearence, Personality, RP example, and Background are too short. You can't be apart of the Dark Brotherhood. Read the rules
Why us?: I hear my friends that they play on this server, and i should join the fun.*skooma kills*
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Assuming a role of a fictonal character, that has limited ablities,
and any decision made will affect its future forever
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Finding location and knowing events that your character had no previous knowledge about
Define Power-gaming in your words:A ability that give players power over others making them nearly invincible or overpowering
IC:
Name: Othkurik Darkscale
Nickname: "Ortho"
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: As most Dark elves, Ortho has black skin, with light red eyes. Due to his age, Ortho's hair has gone from a
silver sheen to white gloss. He wears red and black mage robes without a hood.
Personality: Since Ortho's younger years, he has high discipline and holds himself to great honor. Ortho is generaly peaceful, and likes to avoid combat, and will default to using diplomacy to resolve conflicts. If Ortho finds himself without option he will be forced to fight,
and due to his honor he will accept any duel against his life.
In-game RP example: He looked up into the sky and observed the incredibly nice day he was having today."mild clouds and plenty of sunshine, I feel today is going to be a fair day, if no one bothers me much". As he enter the inn, he could smell the mead in the air and the sweetrolls baking in the oven. He Walked over to the rustic old chair and sat down in it,and listened to the wonderful tunes that filled the air around him. He also observed the many faces of the unique people around him."no one looks like they are after anyones head around here, so i will stay before departing again".
Background: Othkurik was born in Windhelm, down in the Dark Quarter, His birth was no surprise to his parents, Malthyr & Wylandriah Darkscale (father/mother). As a kid he had to learn his place, in the slums where all the filth belonged. His father taught Othkurik to have discipline and through most conflicts, talking is key. Like Othkurik's father, Ortho developed his own sense of honor, so he could put up with the nords that treated the dark elves like filth. As Ortho became older, his mother became aware that he was able to use magic, and taught him how to defend himself through words and use of magic. Soon when Othkurik became of age, he set out toward the College of Winterhold and bring honor to the Darkscale name.
At the College of Winterhold, Othkurik learned how to control magic as well as learned new spells through his studies and classes. Though he was no master of the arcane, he was adept at using magic. As he got older he heard of rumors of a war that was not only breaking skyrim apart but all of Tamriel. One day the Arch mage at the college summoned all the students for a special meeting. It was discussed that due to the war, it was no longer safe to be in winterhold, as the war seemingly got worse and now threatened winterhold. For the students safety he told them to disperse from the college and go out to the lands of Akavir, where they may continue their studies and hopefully one day return. Othkurik headed back to Windhelm and got in to contact with a captain that could provide him safe passage to Akavir. With the right supplies and a straight mind, Othkurik took a ship from a port that took him safely to Akavir.
Why us?:
Why not you? You appear to be on of the most amazing RP servers I have come across yet, in fact you are the end of the road for my endless search of a serious, mature, RP server. On top of my hope that I can get a real RP experience out of your server the theme of The Elder Scrolls makes your server even more tempting to me. I have been following the Elder Scrolls since Morrowind and I can't stop playing them. I am hoping that your server is yes another chance for me to jump onto an Elder Scrolls experience, but this time as an NPC (in the villager/smith/etc sense) and not the super hero.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
Funny you should mention that, yes I have.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
Role-Playing is an escape from something that we usually only have in our dreams. It is a chance to pursue something that we have always wanted to, through the medium of another life. Role-play for me specifically is the chance to join in a great community of people who (hopefully) can take on an ideal theme in a mature manner that keeps the immersion there.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
The bane of my existence. Meta-gaming is when someone uses OOC acquired information and brings it in game, usually to their advantage. It ruins immersion and takes away the fun for almost everyone involved as it stops RP to have to deal with and explain to the person who has committed this most heinous crime not to Meta. An example of Meta-gaming is when a player is told in OOC the location or details of a player, then they track them down and use that information to initiate RP with them.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power gaming is when you are still very young and you have to be the most powerful person ever. In a sense you attempt to be the hero from the Elder Scrolls series at max level, all the time. Similarly to Meta-Gaming, it ruins immersion and creates a hassle for whoever is involved. An example of Power-gaming is when someone says "Okay, you are hiding behind a tree but I have a magic bow and I can shoot around corners and it is going to be a headshot every time; you died".
IC: Name:
Otyr Haga-Kure
Nickname:
"Kage"
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Race:
Bosmer
Appearance:
Like most Wood Elves, Otyr is a character of around 5' 11", whom has fairly sleek, but athletic build. This build is a result of his childhood spent in the woods, chasing elk and running from wolves, which led to an avid skill in tree-climbing. His hair is a dark brown and his eyes shimmer with an unusual blue color, his parents had always told him it was the spirit Z'en in his blood. He has no particularly outstanding features apart from his blue eyes.
Personality:
Otyr was raised in Arenthia, in the Valenwood, but only for a brief spell before his family uprooted and moved to the central empire, in hopes of finding new life, and money. His time in Valenwood produced a great respect for nature and the environment he lived in, by this it is meant that he would never think to harm nature and not return to it the form it had previously. Apart from his respect for nature, he is also very intelligent and prefers a good discussion to combat any day. Overall, he is solitary and prefers himself to others and will avoid large groups if possible; if this is a result of his upbringing or of something else is unknown.
In-game RP example:
*The moon shines brightly through the break in the clouds, it is cold night in a damp forests of the southern province of Cyrodiil. Wolves can be heard in the distance howling.*
*A figure is running through the trees, dodging left and right to avoid running face-first into one of the trees, we know it to be Otyr.* Otyr: God damn these Wolves, I though I was rid of them as a child.
*Otyr continues his sprint, as a farmhouse comes into sight. He makes a mad dash to the house, jumps a fence and bursts into the front door* Farmer: *clearly surprised and slightly irritated* What in the name of the Nine Divines?! Who are you?! Otyr: *clearly out of breath* "I... am... O.. tyr. I.. mean... you no.. harm" Farmer: What do you think you are doing running headlong into the house of a Nord this late at night, don't you know that's dangerous! Otyr: *exhausted chuckle* Yea, I do. Sorry to intrude on your night sir, but I was being chased by the great wolves of the area. What is your name sir? Farmer: I am Yngol, you can stay here for the night if you so choose, but you must repay the favor by helping me tend to the farm in the morning. Otyr: Seems a fair price to pay... thank you.
Background:
Otyr was born and raised like many Bosmer, in the Valenwood, in Arenthia (a town close to the border of Cyrodiil). The first 5 years of his life were spent, raised in the culture and ideals of the Bosmer. His voice, his personality, who he was, all in Valenwood. It all changed when a rumor of Thalmor advances in the province of Cyrodiil spread, the rumor in specific was that land recently claimed by the Thalmor was available for settling by those of Elven descent. It would later be learned that the Thalmor only spread this rumor through the Valenwood, in order to secure an effective "army of workers" for their war efforts.
Needless to say, Otyr's family immediately uprooted from their home and crossed the border into Cyrodiil. Upon crossing the border, the Thalmor gave them a small farm plot and demanded that they hold up a seasonal harvest that could supply several pounds of food to the Thalmorian war effort. This new life was hard, and incredibly miserable for the young boy. So miserable that upon reaching the age of 17 he waited for his parents to fall into a deep sleep, wrote them a short message, and slipped out the door. Knowing that Thalmor scouts were everywhere, he took advantage of his natural athletics and cunning to outmaneuver any patrols he saw and made his way towards the Imperial lines.
Upon reaching the Imperial lines, after several days of travel, Otyr once again moved around the patrols (this time Imperial) and took himself into the town of Cheydinhal. As a Wood Elf (as he was called here) he stood out like a sore thumb in the heavily Nordic Imperial town. This turned out to be beneficial to him, as he was picked up by the local builder to move up and down beams quickly, which greatly increased the speed of the builders turnout. Otyr stood by the side of his new master for several years, leading up to the age 25. A few weeks after this 25th birthday, his master seemed disturbed, when Otyr asked what was wrong his master replied "The Thalmor move ever closer and the Imperials are unable to halt their advances. I just got word that they are nearing the Imperial City, and if they take it... well, it will mean the end of our way of life. Needless to say Otyr, you have been like a son to me, but I must leave this place now and return to Skyrim, to be with my people and hopefully stay free of the coming hurricane". Otyr was shocked and had no idea what to say to his master. After a brief moment he managed to utter a response.
"What do you want me to do then, stay here and be a victim of the very same hurricane you wish to flee?".
His master, as if having already having known the entire conversation didn't even let Otyr finish before he started in saying "You are to go to Akavir. Many years ago a trade route was established with Akavir, just days before this war started. Needless to say, it will be far safer than anywhere else you can go in Skyrim".
"As you wish master, but.. how will I get there?"
His master replied "You will follow the mountains south, into the Black Marsh, then you will make your way to one of their coastal cities and find a captain that will take you there. Here is 343 gold, I have been saving it up over the past few weeks in anticipation of this. I know it isn't much, but as you know work has been slow for us and I need the rest to make my own way out of this place. Goodluck, and stay say my son. I will find you again someday." With that, they both went to sleep, and when Otyr woke up the next morning, his master was gone. His journey began, he made it through the mountains, he made it through the dark forest (which was an unintentional detour, where he had a particularly close call with a group of wolves), and found his way to a port in the Black Marsh. He found his captain, and he set sail for Akavir.
OOC:Max,Maxim,Maximous or walrus king
IGN:knight_of_fire98
Age:14 but i still know that Skooma Burns
Why us?:I chose you as my friends from another roleplay surver told me about you,and i wanted to stick with them,i left my old surver as they treated orcs very badly and spawned in stuff for the enemys but not us.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:not yet but i will as soon as i get accepted.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:This is when your character is over powered,possesed by a god,able to kill with a look,basically things that make you have an unfair advantage over the other players or for example*kharag pushes human to the ground*is powergaming while *kharag attempts to push the human to the ground*
*human resists*
Name:Mor'kal Fiendfire
Nickname: (Optional)Mork'z(only used by leaders and close friends)
Age:47
Gender:Male
Race:Kamal/snow demon
Appearance:Tall,black eyes,muscular,blood-red marks over his face more intricate than any tatoo and an odd scar on his right arm from an earlier battle.
Personality:Brave,clever,Hates cowards,believes in survival of the fittest.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)And As Mor'kal chuckled he cleaned his axe with his toungue,he stared at the other wood elf,pondering on why this small and scrawny boy would be the one to challenge him as he ponderd he noticed a little girl behind the young wood elf,Mor'kal asked in his commanding tone.ahhh so youd die for this girl? the boy nodded,and as Mor'kal lunged forwards with his axe drawn he removed the head of his foe in one foul swoop,after shouting at the girl to run,he grabbed whatever he could and threw a bottle a bottle to the ground with the words skooma burns! and ran happily back to his tribe.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
It was one of his early years, not old enough to train, but old enough to be a target of the Kamals enemies.
It was Mork’z 19th summer, the sun was just getting up and the first of the new kamal scouts began to thaw and set off to scout out nearby cities to raid.
But none of them ever returned, well... One of them did. He told about the ambush, and how the humans had jumped them in the forest near a nearby village. It was a massacre, as the new scouts lacked the experience, and the strength. To fight back against them.
Mork’z mother, being worried about her child. Was thinking of leaving the kamal settlement they lived in, but they never had a chance to leave. Shortly after the scout finished bled out, the first fire arrows flew at the gate, and as the humans bursted through the first Kamal warriors finally had their armor equipped. As the gate was never made to stop enemies, but only delay them.
The gate however, also served as a choke point. Why the humans never thought of going over the walls instead, Mork’z had no idea. He never had the time to think about it.
He was too busy fighting for his life. His parents he never saw again, they were probably slain. Or captured.
He cared but, his and the unthawed warriors survival was more important than the life of his parents and their loss filled him with more blood rage.
The whole night he fought in the village, evading multiple arrows and fires from the humans bows and while his enemies searched the woods for any trying to escape, he helped unthaw the still frozen warriors with the remainder of his tribe those kamal who fell were finished with the flamed swords of the humans and he could easily hear the screams of the failures who didn't hide well enough, or were too weak to fight ‘em
Yet Mork’z managed to stay hidden, and managed to thaw hasten the thawing of the most powerful warriors of the clan their presence inspired the surviving fighters and they slaughtered the attacking forces.
It was a staggering sight, the warriors blades sliced through the attackers it was like hot knifes through warm butter. In the aftermath of the battle the warriors looked differently at him, a young untrained warrior that’d killed many and helped save the village as others fled, and as He managed to loot some iron armor and an iron axe from several bodies and he set off to the nearest Kamal territory with the warriors, which happened to be the home of his friend Bal’ Hash Khannate.
he trained with the warriors for several years until he was worthy among the ranks of the champions and so he travelled further into The land of Akavir with his brother warriors Bal’ Hash Khannate and his other friends, And as Akavir’s heart drew closer, a new chapter began in Mork’z life.
IGN:xInfinityThePower
Age:16
Why us?:Seems Interesting.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I would but my account on Planet Minecraft is bugged,can't login.
Define Role-Playing in your words:Play pretend only virtual. (See front page for examples)
Define Meta-gaming in your words:*Someone says there werewolf in OCC* *Your role playing character knows in character there a werewolf* Technically having unfair knowledge.
Define Power-gaming in your words:*PEW PEW! 80000000 ARROWS IN ALL OF YOUR FACES!* *Touches you,you die*
Name:Hog Hunter (He may find out he's real name later)
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:Brown hair,black eyes,blue coat.
Personality:Thoughtful,reliable,kind.
In-game RP example:"I would like to purchase some crops" (Abracas) "Ah,very well,what do you need? potatoes? cabbage? pumpkin?" (Farmer) "I will like some of the pumpkin,I'll pay you 40 gold" (Abracas) "Ah,a nice price,well worth the hard time of getting the pumpkin out of the soil" *The farmer heaves the pumpkin out of the soil* "Ah,thank you" (Abracas) *Abracas is handed a pumpkin* "Here are your coins" *Abracas hands over the coins* "Ah,thank you,what do you need the pumpkin for?" (Farmer) "I am going to make some pumpkin juice I just feel like, for some reason,having pumpkin juice"
Background:Abracas was a child of royal blood,the queen,his mother,died while giving birth to Abracas and his island when he was born was at war,the king commanded a steward to give him to a couple,a husband and wife who were regular and normal to keep Abracas from being assassinated.The two who were given Abracas were lied about his name,the steward said his name was Hog Hunter. (I'll change the name if you do so please ) The Steward lied just in case for extra safety reasons,but by the time the Steward arrived to the king,the king was dead,and the steward already ordered the two people who he had given Abracas to go to Tamriel,Crydoil to keep him safe.Hog/Abracas was raised in Crydoil,he was taught how to hunt and fight,he was educated quite well through his child hood,while he was hunting a bandit came up to him and mugged him,Hog didn't know what to do,so he disarmed the bandit and stabbed the bandit in the stomach,making the bandit bleed out,slowly...Hog then became a bounty hunter,he killed many bandits,monsters of the sort,but then came the dragon attack.
Hog had to retreat to Skyrim and up north to the sea of ghosts,then go to the rescue boat to Akavir,sad thing is that his parents didn't make it to the boat,they perished in a fire,Hog was thinking about becoming a hunter for his job,or continue his bounty hunter job,but let's see as he goes to Akavir.
Skooma kills!
Please give me actual definitions, expand your appearance (Go more in-depth), and you cannot be of royal blood, also read the lore and you'll see why I'm telling you this.
I don't think its allowed to be of Royal blood. On top of that, the Dragon threat had already perished since the Dragonborn took care of it about 80 years ago :I
Also, I don't think Crydoil is a city, you might mean Cyrodiil? and in case you didn't know, Tamriel is the name of a continent. So he was already IN Tamriel when he retreated to Cyrodiil.
Please leave the whitelister's job to the whitelisters we know what we are doing and will take care of it.
OOC:Max,Maxim,Maximous or walrus king
IGN:knight_of_fire98
Age:14 but i still know that Skooma Burns
Why us?:I chose you as my friends from another roleplay surver told me about you,and i wanted to stick with them,i left my old surver as they treated orcs very badly and spawned in stuff for the enemys but not us.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:not yet but i will as soon as i get accepted.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is when one finds out thing OOC and uses that information IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:This is when your character is over powered,possesed by a god,able to kill with a look,basically things that make you have an unfair advantage over the other players
Name:Mor'kal Fiendfire
Nickname: (Optional)Mork'z(only used by leaders and close friends)
Age:47
Gender:Male
Race:Kamal/snow demon
Appearance:Tall,black eyes,muscular,blood-red marks over his face more intricate than any tatoo and an odd scar on his right arm from an earlier battle.
Personality:Brave,clever,Hates cowards,believes in survival of the fittest.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)And As Mor'kal chuckled he cleaned his axe with his toungue,he stared at the other wood elf,pondering on why this small and scrawny boy would be the one to challenge him as he ponderd he noticed a little girl behind the young wood elf,Mor'kal asked in his commanding tone.ahhh so youd die for this girl? the boy nodded,and as Mor'kal lunged forwards with his axe drawn he removed the head of his foe in one foul swoop,after shouting at the girl to run,he grabbed whatever he could and threw a bottle a bottle to the ground with the words skooma burns! and ran happily back to his tribe.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
It was one of his early years, not old enough to train, but old enough to be a target of the Kamals enemies.
It was Mork’z 19th summer, the sun was just getting up and the first of the new kamal scouts began to thaw and set off to scout out nearby cities to raid.
But none of them ever returned, well... One of them did. He told about the ambush, and how the humans had jumped them in the forest near a nearby village. It was a massacre, as the new scouts lacked the experience, and the strength. To fight back against them.
Mork’z mother, being worried about her child. Was thinking of leaving the kamal settlement they lived in, but they never had a chance to leave. Shortly after the scout finished bled out, the first fire arrows flew at the gate, and as the humans bursted through the first Kamal warriors finally had their armor equipped. As the gate was never made to stop enemies, but only delay them.
The gate however, also served as a choke point. Why the humans never thought of going over the walls instead, Mork’z had no idea. He never had the time to think about it.
He was too busy fighting for his life. His parents he never saw again, they were probably slain. Or captured.
He cared but, his and the unthawed warriors survival was more important than the life of his parents and their loss filled him with more blood rage.
The whole night he fought in the village, evading multiple arrows and fires from the humans bows and while his enemies searched the woods for any trying to escape, he helped unthaw the still frozen warriors with the remainder of his tribe those kamal who fell were finished with the flamed swords of the humans and he could easily hear the screams of the failures who didn't hide well enough, or were too weak to fight ‘em
Yet Mork’z managed to stay hidden, and managed to thaw hasten the thawing of the most powerful warriors of the clan their presence inspired the surviving fighters and they slaughtered the attacking forces.
It was a staggering sight, the warriors blades sliced through the attackers it was like hot knifes through warm butter. In the aftermath of the battle the warriors looked differently at him, a young untrained warrior that’d killed many and helped save the village as others fled, and as He managed to loot some basic tools made of iron from several bodies and he set off to the nearest Kamal territory with the warriors, which happened to be the home of his friend Bal’ Hash Khannate.
he trained with the warriors for several years until he was worthy among the ranks of the champions and so he travelled further into The land of Akavir with his brother warriors Bal’ Hash Khannate and his other friends, And as Akavir’s heart drew closer, a new chapter began in Mork’z life.
Why us?: I LOVE RPing. It is one of my most favorite things to do, but there are hardly any RP servers. When I saw "Elder Scrolls" I nearly flipped out because I just recently got Skyrim and decided it was pretty awesome. (Yeah, I started with the fifth one... Derp.)
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet. I'll be voting as soon as I finish the app, though.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I think Role-Playing is when you make a character and pretend to be them. You type what they say, do, and how they react to everything.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: You read something/hear something (If you were on skype- I don't have one, though.) and automatically know it in RP, even if your character had no way of actually knowing what it was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Having your character do something that is really not possible, as well as forcing other people to do things.
IC
Name: Katla
Nickname: Kat
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Katla has longish brown hair and gray eyes. She wears leather armor, iron boots, and iron gauntlets, but does not wear a helmet. What Katla lacks in size she makes up for in her speed and stamina.
Weapons: Elven Dagger, Hunting Bow, Steel Arrows + Ancient Nord Arrows
Personality: Katla is friendly, helpful, and adventurous. Katla also enjoys being around others and appreciates any friend she can get.
In-game RP example: Before entering the small village, Katla picked a little flower that was sitting on the side of the road. She sniffed it, smiled, and then let it fall out of her hands and float down to the ground.
Katla was tired after a long walk, and so the first place she went was the Inn. Approaching the Innkeeper, she asked to rent a room.
"I'd like to rent a room, please." Katla said, taking some of her money and placing it on the desk.
The Innkeeper nodded. "It's yours for a day."
Katla smiled and sat down by the fire to get warm with the Bard's sweet voice singing in the background.
"And the bragger named Ragnar was boastful no mooore, when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!"
(Yeah... I probably failed again, but I can assure you, I'm much better when I'm only worrying about Katla rather than controlling everybody in the room... To me, that's just like writing a story.)
Background:
Katla was an explorer. Her parents had been explorers, as well, and they inspired her to become an explorer as well. While they were out on adventures, Katla would stay with her grandparents. But, like most other creatures, Katla's grandparents eventually died. And when that happened, Katla's parents had nowhere to leave her, and so they decided she was old enough to go on an adventure with them. That was how Katla decided to become one.
She explored Dwarven Ruins and dark, somewhat scary caves. Katla loved finding new things. But, what she loved most, was the Gold she earned for her explorations.
One day, while she was traveling Skyrim, she had recieved word from an Innkeeper that a Vampire Den was not far from Whiterun- Broken Fang Cave. Katla had, of course, decided to check it out. Katla knew little about vampires, only that there were very few, if any, who could be trusted. And even then, you still had to be careful. When Katla arrived, she managed to get rid of them, and decided she did not like them.
Katla was running out of things to do in Skyrim, though. She'd heard of a place called Akavir. So Katla decided to take a boat trip to the place, hoping she could find more adventures there.
PS: Don't try Skooma. It kills.
Why us?: A friend of mine speaks very highly of this server, your map is amazing, and I love anything to do with the Elder Scrolls or Fallout.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, I'll be sure to do that soon
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is the creative art of enacting a character through speech or text, such as larping and forum RP. It's like telling a story through the eyes of your own character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information in IC RP, such as magically knowing somebody's name without being introduced to them, seeing somebody's coordinates in global and then hunting them down, etc.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is giving yourself an unrealistic and unfair advantage over other players, for example a 9 year old boy killing a dragon. Because that's definitely possible.
IC:
Name: Harcness
Nickname: (Optional) N/A Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Tall and skinny, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes. He has lightly tanned skin, and and angular face. His hair is very shaggy, and mostly unkempt. (I have no idea what website I got that from, I think it's some random french guy?)
Personality: Harcness has a taste for adventure, like all people his age. Most of the time he has his nose in a book, but the rest of his time is spent traveling, spending the night in different villages or in a tent. His skill with a blade is so-so, but his skill with the schools of magic are much better. Destruction and (conjuration) are his strong suits, and he hopes to meet somebody who can train him better with a blade.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Harcness walks down the stairs slowly, going deeper into the bowels of the ancient Nordic ruins.* *He raises his hand up slightly, folding three fingers down and pointing his index and middle fingers up to the ceiling. He mutters a single word, and a small flame is conjured at his finger tips. The flame is small, but as bright as a torch.* *He can see a small group of bandits huddled around a fire, a skeever roasting above it.* Bandit 1: "Do you think it's really here?" Bandit 2: "It better be... Or else we're out of a job. No job means no money. No money means no food," *he says, biting into a skeever leg.* *Harcness lowers the light of his flame, not wanting to approach the group of hungry warriors.* *He sneaks slowly down the stairs, when he steps on a bone, snapping the brittle thousand year old object.* Bandit 3: *He looks up, setting down his own skeever leg* Did you hear that? Bandit 1: It was probably nothing... Bandit 3: No...No that was definitely something! *He stands up, drawing his fine steel sword from his leather scabbard. No way he actually payed for that.* *Harcness swears under his breath, the exact thing he didn't want to happen is now happening.* Bandit 3: *He is yelling into the darkness now, unable to see the soft glow of Harcness' flame.* Come out, you *******! *Suddenly a screeching roar comes out from the darkness of the tomb.* *Coffins are exploding, leaving rubble everywhere. From the dust and rubble comes zombie like draugr, undead beasts.* Bandit 2: By the gods! Look what you've done you idiot! *He draws a large battleaxe, definitely the most expensive of the group's weapons. This man seems to be the leader* *The group of bandits charges towards the draugr, while Harcness stays behind.* *Harcness can't run, he's on a job as well as the bandits. To find one of the fabled dragon claws thought to be in ancient Nordic ruins, the pay is too well to decline.* *He decides to stay and fight, conjuring his familiar, a large ghostly bear* *The room is full of fighting, Harcness standing from the sidelines firing fire bolts at the enemies, while his bear attacks them head one. The bandits are cornered while half the draugr have already been killed. There is a bloody mess, and shouting echos around the small room.* *A draugr branches off from the main fighting, coming straight towards Harcness, there's no time to blast him enough magic to kill him. He looks across the room, and finds the recently deceased bandit's fine sword. Harcness dives towards it, lucky that it was close enough. He fumbles for the hilt, gripping it in time to be up on his feet by the time the draugr was close enough.* *Everything about sword fighting Harcness had learned from watching others fight. He held it correctly, but his footing was awkward. The blade was light enough for him to fight with, but just barely. He sliced at the draugr, making many mistakes at guarding himself. The draugr managed to claw at him several times, tearing at Harcness' clothes. Harcness dodged a punch from the draugr, and his knee went into the draugr's hollow gut. It collapsed to the ground, surprised, and Harcness plunged the blade deep into it's chest, with his eyes closed of course.* *He grimaced with the thousand year old blood splattered on his face, and when he looked around the room he saw carnage. 3 dead bandits and several draugr strewn across the floor. In the midst of it all was his spirit familiar, sitting next to the leader of the bandit group* *Harcness smiled and walked up to the bear, ready to go through the loot and go even deeper into the ruins. He sheathed his new sword, proud of himself.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Harcness was born in Solitude, growing up in a safe community. His parents immigrated there from High Rock years ago, and he was their third child. Harcness' parents opened an apothecary, creating potions and ailments for Solitude's sick. His older siblings were also very successful, his oldest brother being a captain in the Imperial Army, and his sister, only a few years older than Harcness, was a traveling merchant who has visited every nation of Tamriel. As a kid he looked up to them, but knew he wasn't strong enough to be a soldier, or charismatic enough to be a merchant. So instead he spent time in the library, reading books. Most kids would be playing on the streets, pretending to hunt dragons, or werewolves. But Harcness read about dragons, and werewolves, and vampires, and trolls, and draugr, even frostbite spiders, just about every beast in Skyrim. Eventually a whole platoon of Imperial mages came into town, with their robes and staves, they were amazing. Instead of carrying torches, they held up a flame in their hand. Some had strange ghostly dogs following them, fierce war hounds you could see through. He was amazed. That night in the library, he looked up something he had never read about. Magic. Ancient tomes on spells, dark rituals, even historical events involving the mystical phenomena. He discovered there was a college, just for magic! Harcness was fascinated, and couldn't learn enough. This is when he found out what he was going to do when he was older. He would be a traveling mage, going town from town, helping out all who needed it! All he needed to do was visit Winterhold, receive an actual education. Unfortunately, his parents did not believe a 16 year old needed to be practicing magic. So he ran away. He convinced his sister to travel to Winterhold on a trade route, and he hid in the back of a cart in her caravan. This is how he received a formal education on magic, learning the basics of all schools, and advanced training in Conjuration and Destruction.
A few years after he left the College, war erupted across Skyrim. Somehow he managed to escape all of the strife with the friends he had made at the College, but afterwards he had nowhere to go. His sister was nowhere to be found, he expected she escaped with foreign friends. His brother died in the war. His parents? They died in flames holding each other in their arms as Solitude was ransacked by the Thalmor. Harcness had nowhere to go. The idea of living as a traveling mage didn't seem as exciting, traveling from burned down village to burned down village. The only thing in each of them were refugees, and he did what he could to spare food and offer healing. It felt nice to help out for a change, but this wasn't the life of adventure he wanted. It depressed him. Eventually he heard rumors of people traveling to a distant land, Akavir. He thought these people were foolish, that it wouldn't work. Until ships came back, people telling word of a new settlement. A new hope. To escape from the ravaged settlement would be a godsend, and he took the first option he could to get away from Skyrim. He boarded the first open ship to Septima, and spent the long journey to the new world cramped on a ship full of hundreds of refugees.
Why us?: Because I like roleplay servers, and I'm also a huge fans of the elder scrolls series, And these combined, I could only think right now how amazing the Experience would be.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I can if you wish.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Roleplaying is playing a character you control, but you don't know, he or she may not be influenced you himself, but needs to be played as if it had it's own mind to do things he's likes, not what I like, it is basicly playing a character that has nothing to do with real life, and is completly fantasized, in an elder scroll theme on this server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta gaming is using Ooc (out of character) information IC (in character) that your character doesn't know via roleplaying, a example, I maybe heard on the forums that there will be a batlle tomorrow on 6 pm, if I then go to the warzone, my character doesn't even know about the place, or the battle, it is meta-gaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is doing overpowered emotes with your character like insta killing someone, or jumping 10 feet in the sky, things that aren't fair or possible, it is much like trying to be god, you block everything and every slash of you hits, that isn't fair, and isn't providing fun roleplay, which is supposed to happen on this server.
IC:
Name : Kurdan
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Kurdan is a 7 feet tall, average within the orcs muscular orc who wears some basic clothes and has two orcish swords always hanging on his belt, he also is specialazized in destruction magic, mostly fire and lighting, though he knows some of Ice too, he has a mohawk and average big tusks, he has red eyes and a thick beard with a mohawk.
Personality: He is mostly neutral though he tries to avoid most people, he isn't afraid to get in a fight over it, and is a bit skilled in magic, a adept, near expert, in both the class of restoration and destruction, and he can be already called a master in swordfighting, he is quite grumpy, and like more to journey, and ofcourse he has to stay at an inn, which may cause barfights.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Kurdan walks on the road,minding his own business as the sparkling stars and the cresent moon light his path with also some candles on poles on the road, two nords walks by, one of them speaks "Hey ugly-face, how are you ?" the nords chuckle, as Kurdan, roars "You two seeking a fight ?!" as grabs one of the two's throat, and pushes him against a lighting pole, knocking him out, as the other nord unsheathes his greatsword speaking "Goddamnit orc, you're going to die where you stand !"
Kurdan slowly unstraps his larger, orcish sword, as the nord tries to slice into Kurdan's chest, which he suceeds in, Kurdan winces, grabbing his chest, and roaring in rage, as he attemps to slash through the man's leg, the man is able to block it as Kurdan charges at him from a short distance, the nord slashes Kurdan's shoulder, but gets knocked out.
Kurdan then slowly bandages himself, as he sees that his leg is also slightly cut, he bandages it too, and winces, leaving the nords alone , spitting on the ground, speaking "Foolish nords...they shouldn't have messed with me..." as he slowly limps off, to find a place to stay for the night where he could heal his wounds with his restoration magic, as he dissappears into the darkness, the nords alone as some men arrive.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kurdan was born in a stronghold in the Wrothgarian mountains, home of the orcs, where he was trained during his childhood to become a warrior, he had become quite well at archery and blade skills, and left his stronghold when he was 28 years old, and bored, he left to explore tamriel, he traveled from the beautiful forests of high rock to the deserts of Hammerfell, to deepen his skills of blade wielding, and trained there for 10 years, before moving on, towards Cyrodyl, where he joined up with a bandit group, mainly for profit, until once, after 7 years of service, he got backstabbed and was left alone during a raid, he was captured and spended 3 years in jail, and traveled again, away from everything, towards the cold and bare lands of Skyrim.
He roamed around and cleared bounties for 6 years, untill he found the college of winterhold and the great knowledge inside of it, he read books and trained his magic skills very hard, for around 20 years he stayed, doing nothing but training, reading, and helping the people of winterhold, he became a true friend in winterhold, untill he once got casted out, after 18 years of training and studying in the college, because he killed one of the new recruits accidentially, he just left, training his magic on his travelings to morrowind
He was hated by the dark elves, he heard rumors about Akavir, a land far to the east of Tamriel, and asked if he could come aboard on a big exploration boat towards Akavir, which took him around 3 years to get there, after a few other stops on islands to get supplies, he arrived and roamed the land, training his skills even more, now 78 years old and seeking for a true purpose.
(what if I told you...that skooma kills.)
You are ACCEPTED, but you have to fill out a magic app on our forums in order to use magic.
IGN: Sorrowtamercraft
Age: 15
Why us?: Due to the fact that I play a lot of skyrim, and minecraft, I thought that this server will be great!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Depends, once I get to know the server more, I might vote!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) When a person acts as someone else through games, and live out their life though that world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when a player uses information that their character doesn't know. For example, knowing a character's name that their own character does not know the name of.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When forcing someone into an roleplay or being overly powered. For example when a character kills another character by summoning a dragon of death (I highly doubt ANYONE would do this..)
IC:
Name: Tear Starfyre
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Tear is a tall woman who has a tattered old blue cloak. She has brown long hair, and wears a golden amulet with a stalhrim crystal on it. She wears large brown boots and carries a alchemist sachet by her belt. One of her eyes is white, and covered in a burn mark. Her other eyes is blueish green. A Black raven with red eyes sits on Tear's right shoulder.
Personality: Tear is very intellectual, and prefers to keep things to herself because she is tired of people interrupting her when she is writing her books.. However, once she get to know people, she is very bubbly and seems to be happy around people she knows. She tends to carry two Stalhrim daggers because she doesn't seem to trust people around her.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
*Tear grabbed her bag and takes out two small bottles, one with a monarch butterfly wing, and the other contained blisterwart.*
This should be good for the journey, right Alma?
*Alma tilted her head. Blinking a couple of times*
Hmm, you're right... I need to make more... these potions are very crucial... So, I need theses ingredients?
*She grabbed out charred skeever hide and some blue dragonfly wings.*
Ah, looks like that's that's all the ingredients...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Born in the skaal village in Solstheim, and trained in archery and sword fighting, Tear has been training to be a alchemist for the past 10 years. She started training to be a alchemist ever since she was blinded, hoping to find a cure for it. One day, when she was 16, she was not wary of the dangers of ash spawn. She was walking round the Hirstaang, until a ask spawn crawled out of the ground and attacked her. It hit her in the eye, causing the burn marks around her left eye. She kept running and running, until she found a hole under a rock, and jumped down into the hole, trying to hide from the ask spawn. After a few hours have pasted, she climbed out, and noticed that a small raven was also injured in it's right eye and wing.
She took back the raven to her outpost that was near the skaal village and patched up the raven. When the raven was healed up, it refused to leave Tear. It soon became Tear's familiar, sitting on her shoulder or flying high in the sky, looking out for her. After the incident, Tear began to study alchemist books, trying to find a cure Her eye soon changed colour to a greyish white colour, which seemed to give her horrible nightmares, and Alma (her Raven that she named) also had the strange nightmares too. Alma also helped her, going of to find ingredients to make potions. After 10 years of past, she could not find a cure for blindness. She travelled down to Raven Rock, to travel to Akavir to find more ingredients and recipes to find a cure for her blindness. Her gave her a golden necklace, with a Stalhrim crystal on it.
(sorry forgot to put this) DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS. Skooma kills...
OOC: IGN:Lord_Sythis Age:16 Why us?: I was a member on FSooF from the start and loved it, so I figure another server run by Angel_Eyes would be as good. Also as you can tell by my anme, i'm a fan of ElderScrolls, mainly the dark brotherhood. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No, I don't tend to vote for servers without actually seeing the server first. Define Role-Playing in your words: It's putting yourself in the shoes of someone or something and acting out how they would act. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is using out of character information in character, like knowing the location of something OOC and going there IC, when you shouldn't know that information IC. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is generally being overly op and forcing someone into an RP situation.
IC: Name: Mustafar Nickname: Age:21 Gender: Male Race: Khajiit Appearance: Mustafar has light gray and white fer, brown hair and light blue eyes. When he is not travelling, Mustafar wears a red robe trimmed with gold with but while travelling he wears full leather armor with a bow by his side and arrows on his back. Personality: Mustafar is the kind of person that likes to keep to himself when he is not trading and when he is, he can be a rather dull person, mainly focusing on the sale when talking with his customers. When he is talking with people however, he can be a rather awkward person to talk due to the fact that he generally doesn't like talking to people. In-game RP example: *Mustafar stands behind the counter, silently counting his gold* *A man walks through the door and approaches the counter* *Mustafar looks up and quickly pushes the gold to one side* Mustafar: What can I do for you sir? Man:Hi, do you have any sweetrolls for sale? Mustafar: Of course *Mustafar walks over to a table, picks up a plate of sweetrolls and brings them back to the counter* they're 3 gold. Man: That's a little cheap isn't it, there something wrong with them? Mustafar: *bluntly* No. Man: Fine, i'll take three. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Mustafar was born on the roads of Skyrim, his parents were roaming merchants that would move from one town to the next, selling their goods wherever they could. They were not a wealthy family, they lost mostly everything thirty five years ago when his parents were forced to sell the family shop due to high taxs, losing nearly everything. He spent the first few years of his life with his mother, helping her sell their goods while his father would be out hunting for food and pelts they could also sell. He enjoyed helping his mother, it taught him many things about trading and the prices certain items go for. Throughout his life Mustafar didn't have any friends, his parents moved around to quickly leaving him little time to socialize with other kids.
At the age of ten, Mustafar began to hunt with his father, leaving his mother to trade by herself but she didn't mind. He enjoyed hunting with his father, the peace and quite of the woods is what he enjoyed most though. After going out with his father several times, his father thought it necessary to teach Mustafar how to use a bow, so that he could help is father hunt instead of just sitting behind, watching him. It took several weeks but eventually, Mustafar managed to become a novice with the bow and even managed to get his first kill, a deer.
For the next eleven years of his life Mustafar was between jobs with his parents, some days he would be helping his mother trade, other days he would be out hunting with his father but he didn't mind, he enjoyed both jobs very much. When he reached the age of 21 Mustafar decided it was time he left his parents and try to make a living as a merchant and a hunter so he decided to head to Akavir, a place he had heard a merchant can make millions.When he eared enough money he took the next boat he could to Akavir.
OOC:
IGN: casbos
Age: 14
Why us?: Because I loved the Elder scrolls series! And the ability to build in the Elder Scrolls world seems awesome to me.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: To assume a role in a different setting and act as if you were him and there wasn’t a “Real world”.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: By OOC ways get to know something and then use it without any IC reason in the roleplay.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To give others no chance to respond with one of your actions or to do a super powerful action that is simply impossible for the character you assumed. E.G:
*Person A grabs his knife, and with one clean cut kills Person B* or *Person A whispers some words, and a volcano would rise from the earth*
Extra information: I’ve been RPing on various games for about 3 years now, mainly on WoW, so I guess I can say I have experience with roleplay.
I am slightly autistic and I will sometimes have trouble remembering what the roleplay that would be happening at that moment was about.
IC:
Name: Karashuk’nil Rayzee
Nickname: Refered to as “Rayzee”
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: Rayzee is mostly covered in leather, coloured blue and grey. He also wears a mask, from where you can see his eyes, which are blood red. Rayzee is a Kamal of tall height, and is a strong one. He carries an axe and mostly a sword with him, and is very skilled in using them in combat.
((I made a skin for him ^^))
Personality: Angry, small chance of liking you when you first meet him. He will act aggressive towards other races, drawing his weapons when they are in sight.
In-game RP example:
It was a cold evening in the forest, and two Tang Mo were walking through the thick layer of snow. Their cloaks could hardly protect them from the cold, and they were shivering as they were walking. Suddenly, loud noises were heard in the distance. They heard the breaking of twigs in the distance and also someone growling. They stood there for a brief moment looking at each other, and then started to run away from the inauspicious noise. After some time of running they took a pause.
“What the bloody hell was that?!” exclaimed one of them.
“T’was probably a bear, says I!” said the other.
“I think it was a pack of wolves!” said the first.
While the two men where arguing the growling and snapping of twigs came nearer. Yet the poor souls couldn’t hear it over their own shouting.
“…Ain’t no lions here! Anything but a--…”. The monkey stopped. There was the sound of growling. But this time, it was like it came from behind him.
He stared with open eyes at his friend, who was cursing and backing away from him. He turned around, and saw an huge Kamal, which had lifted a large iron axe above his head.
The monkey wanted to turn around and run, but the axe was brought down on his head and chopped it clean off.
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The other one of the two Tang Mo now drew his sword and managed to block Rayzee’s swing aimed at his chest, and then did a successful counterattack at Rayzee’s left arm, cutting deep in the flesh of the Kamal.
“You bloody monster!” he yelled.
“I may be a monster, but I am also your death!” the snow demon replied, and tried to send his fist at the monkey’s head, yet his target simply ducked and then stabbed his sword in Rayzee’s leg. The Kamal backed off a bit. Rayzee could feel the pain of his two wounds, yet he tried to ignore them.
“I will rip your hearth from your chest!”
“You are to slow, you mongrel!”
Again he swinged his axe at the monkey, and again he dodged the attack. This was the time he decided it was best to leave his quick enemy alone and scram. And so he did, leaving the monkey behind with the corpse of his friend.
((This might not contain much dialog, but Rayzee won’t talk that much anyway. He is more a man of action))
Background:
Karashuk’nil Rayzee was born of Nelerok and Syra’noom Rayzee. He grew up with weapons, his father training him most of the time. And he enjoyed that. He liked the heat of battle and was in his element in the midst of combat. Because of this early training, he was very skilled in combat. Yet he also developed an aggressive personality from it. He didn’t see that as a bad thing though, as he didn’t talk with many others anyway. His friends were much the same as him. Skilled in combat, aggressive, and strong.
He was also taught how to make armor and weapons for battle, spending most of his hours outside of combat training at the forge, learning the arts of a blacksmith.
Rayzee didn’t like the new races from Tamriel. You could almost say he hates them and everything about them. Though prepared to first talk to them and not attack them, he won’t be easy on them. He doesn’t offer his services as a blacksmith to the newcomers unless they paid a heavy price. He doesn’t help them when they need to be saved from a bear.
But you can call Karashuk’nil Rayzee many things. A bandit to the new Tamriel races. A blacksmith for his own people. A murderer to the Tang Mo, or even a leader for his battle-allies.
Why us?: I LOVE RPing. It is one of my most favorite things to do, but there are hardly any RP servers. When I saw "Elder Scrolls" I nearly flipped out because I just recently got Skyrim and decided it was pretty awesome. (Yeah, I started with the fifth one... Derp.)
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet. I'll be voting as soon as I finish the app, though.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I think Role-Playing is when you make a character and pretend to be them. You type what they say, do, and how they react to everything.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: You read something/hear something (If you were on skype- I don't have one, though.) and automatically know it in RP, even if your character had no way of actually knowing what it was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Having your character do something that is really not possible, as well as forcing other people to do things.
IC
Name: Katla
Nickname: Kat
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Katla has longish brown hair and gray eyes. She wears leather armor, iron boots, and iron gauntlets, but does not wear a helmet. What Katla lacks in size she makes up for in her speed and stamina.
Weapons: Elven Dagger, Hunting Bow, Steel Arrows + Ancient Nord Arrows
Personality: Katla is friendly, helpful, and adventurous. Katla also enjoys being around others and appreciates any friend she can get.
In-game RP example:
Katla smiled, strolling through the woods. It was around midnight, but she was more of a nocturnal person anyways.
However, to the bandits that were nearby, Katla was an ordinary Nord girl who had been misfortunate enough to stroll past. And so, they leapt out of the bushes to ambush Katla.
Katla smiled and pulled out her dagger. She smiled even wider when the bandits laughed at her.
"You're messing with the wrong girl, you know." Katla said, pointing her dagger at them.
One of the bandits stepped forward. "Are we supposed to be afraid? You, girl, are obviously just a little milk-drinker!"
They were wrong, though. Because not long after, they were all lying dead on the ground, thanks to Katla's speed. She didn't need a giant sword or mace, just a dagger to run past and stab with.
Background:
Katla was an explorer. She still is, in fact, though not as big on the idea. She explored Dwarven Ruins and dark, somewhat scary caves. Katla loved finding new things. But, what she loved most, was the Gold she earned for her explorations.
One day, while she was traveling Skyrim, she had recieved word from an Innkeeper that a Vampire Den was not far from Whiterun- Broken Fang Cave. Katla had, of course, decided to check it out. When she arrived, she did encounter some vampires. She killed them all, but contracted the vampire disease. Luckily, she found out about it before it was too late, and cured herself before she became a full vampire.
Katla was running out of things to do in Skyrim, though. She'd heard of a place called Akavir. So Katla decided to take a boat trip to the place, hoping she could find more adventures there.
PS: Don't try Skooma. It kills.
Ta-Da xP
Your RP example is a bit short (go more in-depth with her) and your is also a bit short (How did she become an adventurer?).
OOC:
IGN:Lord_Sythis
Age:16
Why us?: I was a member on FSooF from the start and loved it, so I figure another server run by Angel_Eyes would be as good. Also as you can tell by my anme, i'm a fan of Elder Scrolls, mainly the dark brotherhood.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:No, I don't tend to vote for servers without actually seeing the server first.
Define Role-Playing in your words: It's putting yourself in the shoes of someone or something and acting out how they would act.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is using out of character information in character, like knowing the location of something OOC and going there IC, when you shouldn't know that information IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is generally being overly op and forcing someone into an RP situation.
IC:
Name: Mustafar
Nickname:
Age:21
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: Mustafar has light gray and white fer, brown hair and light blue eyes. When he is not travelling, Mustafar wears a red robe trimmed with gold with but while travelling he wears full leather armor with a bow by his side and arrows on his back.
Personality: Mustafar is the kind of person that likes to keep to himself when he is not trading and when he is, he can be a rather dull person, mainly focusing on the sale when talking with his customers. When he is talking with people however, he can be a rather awkward person to talk due to the fact that he generally doesn't like talking to people.
In-game RP example:
*Mustafar stands behind the counter, silently counting his gold*
*A man walks through the door and approaches the counter*
*Mustafar looks up and quickly pushes the gold to one side*
Mustafar: What can I do for you sir?
Man:Hi, do you have any sweetrolls for sale?
Mustafar: Of course *Mustafar walks over to a table, picks up a plate of sweetrolls and brings them back to the counter* they're 3 gold.
Man: That's a little cheap isn't it, there something wrong with them?
Mustafar: *bluntly* No.
Man: Fine, i'll take three.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Mustafar was born on the roads of Akavir, his parents were roaming merchants that would move from one town to the next, selling their goods wherever they could. They were not a wealthy family, they lost mostly everything thirty five years ago when his parents were forced to move away from the family shop in Skyrim due to the war, leaving behind all their possessions. He spent the first few years of his life with his mother, helping her sell their goods while his father would be out hunting for food and pelts they could also sell. He enjoyed helping his mother, it taught him many things about trading and the prices certain items go for. Throughout his life Mustafar didn't have any friends, his parents moved around to quickly leaving him little time to socialize with other kids.
At the age of ten, Mustafar began to hunt with his father, leaving his mother to trade by herself but she didn't mind. He enjoyed hunting with his father, the peace and quite of the woods is what he enjoyed most though. After going out with his father several times, his father thought it necessary to teach Mustafar how to use a bow, so that he could help is father hunt instead of just sitting behind, watching him. It took several weeks but eventually, Mustafar managed to become a novice with the bow and even managed to get his first kill, a deer.
For the next eleven years of his life Mustafar was between jobs with his parents, some days he would be helping his mother trade, other days he would be out hunting with his father but he didn't mind, he enjoyed both jobs very much. When he reached the age of 21 Mustafar decided it was time he left his parents and try to make a living as a merchant and a hunter.
OOC: IGN:TommyRedblue Age:15 Why us?:I enjoy Elder Scrolls and roleplaying. I have played Minecraft for a few years and have played on RP servers for over a year. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is taking the role of a creature or person and acting the way that character would. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is using information you learned OOC and using it IC to benefit yourself. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is using an unfair advantage(that you did not gain through RP) to benefit yourself or win a situation. Power-emoting is an example of this(Emoting where you do not give others a chance to respond or emote in a way that they have no choice or action). It could also be making your character unrealistically strong just to win or benefit yourself.
IC: Name:Valund Igner Nickname: N/A Age:26 Gender:Male Race:Nord Appearance:Valund is around 5'9 and is a mesomorph. He has dark hair and light skin. His muscles are quite large, but no larger than many others of his age. His eyes are a deep blue and most would consider him a decent-looking man.
Personality:Valund is usually quiet unless he needs to be loud. If he were given the chance, he'd rise to be a leader. He'd rather stay the same and not endure change. (Others: Observant, Persistent, Mixed between selfish and selfless, and Devoted, Observant, Slightly Racist.)
In-game RP example: Valund gazes at the entrance of a nearby town. He looks for those that look helpful to him and those that could harm his reputation. "Might as well see what it has t' offer," He grunts to himself. As he enters the city, he peers around and ensures that he is not followed. Valund peers to his right, down an ally. "Hey.. Come here.." says an unidentified voice. Before taking a step in any direction, he makes sure that nobody is near him and then stumbles towards the alley. As he enters, an arrow fires right by his head, missing, and a punch hits him in his right shoulder soon after. After releasing a loud growl of suprise and pain, Valund instinctively reaches for his shortsword using his right hand. "Ge' out o' t'at ally before I kill ye, ye coward!" he shouts as others rush towards him to see why he is yelling. Before he can lunge, another arrow comes from the alley, striking a villager square in the chest. Valund, who believes in his own type of justice, rushes forward and swings his sword in a downward motion. "Justice mus' be served t'e those like ye!" he yells as the figure drops to the ground, yelling. A few guards drag the shouting thug down the street as Valund tries to blend back into the crowd.
Background:
Valund was born in a small Nordic village where his family owned a farm. He learned to be an efficient farmer from his father and in his free time he read and practiced fighting with other children. Valund lived with his mother and father until he was 17 and then he felt that he was no longer wanted. He had been fighting with his father for months about moving to new lands. Valund hated the fighting that was happening in Skyrim and would prefer not to get involved. His father thought differently. His father wanted to endure the conflict and flourish after it was finished. He ensured that Valund was somewhat trained in self-defense and sword-fighting so that he could help to protect his family's land.
As he neared the age of 17, he had his final argument with his father before storming off to another city to prepare for his journey. Realizing he could not pay for enough supplies, he worked for enough money to purchase a small horse, a shortsword and food for 3 weeks. Most of his work included carrying things and farming. Once he left the city on horseback, he headed towards these lands he's heard about lately. It went by the name of "Akavir." Valund had once wish for these new lands and that wish was for less war. Some war was good in his opinion, but he could not live in constant war.
On the road to Akavir, Valund met many people. This was sometimes good, but not always. After a while, he decided that he needed to buy a guard for the journey. He stopped at a village to find some work for the money and supplies he needed. He used his farming skills to earn a few weeks worth of food which added up to around 5 weeks of food. In the village tavern, he found someone willing to be his guard for the rest of the journey. The man agreed mostly because he wanted to journey to these lands as well. Requiring only a week and a half worth of food as pay, the guard agreed to journey to Akavir with Valund. Without the guard, Valund may have never made it to Akavir alive. They took many backroads and paths that weren't near a main road, which sometimes resulted in some bandits.
He arrived in Akavir about 1 week after hiring the guard. The two said their goodbyes and parted ways after a last meal together. Valund didn't know where to start in these lands. He just had to start adventuring...
why us?: i love skyrim so much and once i found out about your server it was amazing morphing my 2 favorite games into one that's what you have done here.
Have you voted for us at Planetminecraft?: no not yet but i will soon after the server gets launched .
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you play a role as a character and do as the character is described lets say a bloodthirsty nord warrior you would do alot of things such as going on adventures and going to war against your enemies.
Define Meta-Gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when one finds out things like OOC and uses the info IC.
Define Power-Gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is when a player has powerful godlike abilities and forcing actions onto someone.
Name: Ahkiri Vazta ( akiri vazta).
Nickname (optional): Vaz.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Race: Argonian.
Weapons: Dwarven bow, steel dagger.
Appearance: dark green skin with light patches of red on his face and neck, he has red feathers on his head with small horns, he wears the shrouded armor with no hood to show the war scar across his face.
Personality: Vaz is a very talkative guy who has a great sense of humor most of the time he wakes up at the night and stares at the stars and his constellation the steed.
Background: As a small boy in a small village outside the city of Thorn he was trained by his father Fashrim in the arts of stealth and war as his dad was once a member of the dark brotherhood so his son would have to learn these ways to protect his village. As a teen his facination was with archery he bacame the best archer in his village and everyone loved him. As an adult around 19 he went on his first adventure to prove his strength he traveled to morrowind to slay a troll that had raided thier village before. So he set off to slay the beast. As he triumphantly returned home he gasped at the sight of his village it was torn apart by dark elf bandits luckily no one was hurt but he had to move his village somewhere else. He traveld a long ways away out of his homeland to find a place for his village. After years of searching he found a place in Valenwood it was a town outside of Elden root everyone accepted him for who they were after he was 22 he left his town and started on his new life. Taking his fathers shrouded armor with him to remind him of his family. He was tired hungry and weak after months went by adventuring throughout Tamriel he found Akavir a society which cared for him as he started his new life one day he would go back to valenwood to see his family once more but he would stay here and work with his brothers and sisters he was home once more.
In-Game Rp example: "Setting" (A small khajiit village near Rimmen)
Vaz: Hello there i would like a glass of Skooma please.
Khajiit soldier: wat is this little Lizard doing here hmm cat got your tounge?
Khajiit farmer: (laughs) that was a good one feziz.
Khajiit bartender: everyone stop he is buisness and we must treat him with respect.
Khajiit soldier: ok sure he can stay.
(after leaving the bar)
Khajiit soldier: hey little lizard come here and talk a bit.
Vaz: what do you want whiskers?
Khajiit soldier: we have some people around here saying that you might murder people well i guess this is my fight time for today ( he gets into his fighting position)
Vaz: i dont have time for this and by the way dont hat on a lizard i was an egg but you were once just a kitten.
Khajiit soldier: what how dare you.... never mind just go.
OOC: IGN: Klous99 Age: 17 Why us?: Why not? Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I plan to. Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the role of a character and interacting with other characters Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information unknown to your roleplay character to your benefit Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing a character in a method which is overpowered and unrealistic to your character type.
IC: Name: Marson Procter Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Brown headed, scragly facial hair. He wears a red cloak, and often wears brown leather gloves. Has a strong physique from years of forced labor.
Personality: Quick to anger, prone to skepticism. Marson is very slow to trust someone, as he has spent his adult life being whipped and brutally supressed by slavers. He holds his friends close, and will seek others out to aid him, but will be very skeptical of their true intentions.
In-game RP example:
(A backwater tavern) Marson Procter: Barkeep, I'll have some wine if you will Barkeep: Aye, here you go. Is there anything else I can help ye with?
Marson Procter: Aye, here's a few coins, order a drink on the house to that cloaked fellow who just walked in.
Barkeep: Will do sir. (beckons the tavern goer forwards) Hail and welcome! Here's a bit of mead to warm you, courtesy of your friend there. (Marson waves) Tavern goer: Mead? Mead! I loathe mead! (throws the drink at Marson, who barely dodges it) I'll have a pint of ale, and a slice of cheese to go with that!
Barkeep: Here's yer ale, but erm I'm afraid we don't carry any cheese, wayfarer.
Tavern goer: What?!? No cheese? This cannot be!
Barkeep: Aye, aye. Tis a shame.
Tavern goer: Well, this is quick to amend... Marson: How do you propose to do that?
(The tavern goer takes off his hood and cloak and reveals a man with a scraggly beard and fine, extravagent clothing) (Marson seems puzzled, and then ducks as he sees cheese being thrown at him)
Traveller: CHEESE! Fer Everyone! (Cheese starts being thrown by the traveller, who appeared to have a large sack of it on his person)
Marson: This is madness! I'm getting out of this place!
(Marson thrusts a coin purse towards the Barkeep who has a puzzled look on his face at he stares at the peculiar traveller, just before he has a piece of cheese thrown at his head)
Marson: Crazy fetcher! (as he exits the tavern) I wonder who that insane bugger was anyway....
Background: Marson was born to a poor family in a village within the jungles of the Blackwood, and for most of his life helping the men of his village raise what crops they could and fish in the rivers of the forest. Upon turning seventeen, Marson was given a sword by his father, which signified his reaching of adulthood. It was customary of Procter sons to leave home upon reaching adulthood to find their fortune, and return a stronger man. Marson set off on his journey, and eventually reached a river bank. There he saw a group of Argonian fishermen, and went to greet them. Upon coming close however, the Argonians took out arms and quickly took him captive, taking him upon a ship and setting sale to the marshes. The argonians who had taken Marson captive had revealed themselves to be slavers, and put Marson to work in a quarry until they could find suitable use for him. He spent several years in the captivity of the Argonians, slaving away in the pits of the quarry, digging out minerals and rock with other slaves. Marson had finally decided to escape his captivity, and joined a rebellion amung the slaves. They had managed to kill several guards and escape the quarry, when they found themselves surrounded by the slavers and had their backs to the ocean. They were saved however, by a pirateship which had appeared out of the fog and opened fire on the slavers, scaring them away. The pirates took Marson and his compatriots onboard, and decided to take them on as mates on their new quest. The ship captain had heard of riches and plunder in the strange and mysterious lands of Akavir to the east, and were on their way there when they ran into the slaves. With a final farewell to Tamriel, the pirates set sail eastward, to their destinies in Akavir.
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Everything's good except your Appearence is a bit short (add eye color and skin tone for example)
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How did he hear about Akavir. Also your appearance seems rather half-arsed.
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I don't think you can have a revenge story, sorry.
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Background too short. He is rather overpowered,too.
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Can't have a house or already be a guard. Also brush up on your grammar.
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Read the rules.
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Extend upon your appearence and your PG definition is wrong. Read the rules
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PG and MG definitions are wrong. Read the rules
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DEfinitions are wrong and missing. Appearence, Personality, RP example, and Background are too short. You can't be apart of the Dark Brotherhood. Read the rules
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Read the rules.
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Read the rules
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Good job! ACCEPTED
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Please give me actual definitions, expand your appearance (Go more in-depth), and you cannot be of royal blood, also read the lore and you'll see why I'm telling you this.
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Please leave the whitelister's job to the whitelisters we know what we are doing and will take care of it.
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Please read the rules.
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Good job! ACCEPTED
Amazing app, you are ACCEPTED
You are ACCEPTED, but you have to fill out a magic app on our forums in order to use magic.
Good job! ACCEPTED
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You're Accepted, it's always the last review.
Good job! ACCEPTED
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Good app you're ACCEPTED
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Sorry, but re-reading it I saw another mistake, the war in Skyrim ended 80 years ago.
It may take a while for you to be whitelisted, sorry.
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Your RP example is a bit short (go more in-depth with her) and your is also a bit short (How did she become an adventurer?).
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Yeah, that's fine *sniff* *Runs away crying*
Good except it doesn't tell how he got to Akavir.
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Everything's good you're ACCEPTED
Good job, you're ACCEPTED
Everything's good except your Appearence is a bit short (add eye color and skin tone for example)
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Tell me your IGN