Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
If your biography is less than this, then it's not overly good. You can't explain a character's motives well without a lot of story. It should also be devoid of cliches.
NB: This is a bio I wrote a while back for a different RP server.
What is your In-game name?: Legoasaurus (with lots of horrible letters! :D) How old are you?: I am fourteen years old. What timezone do you live in?: AEST (GMT +11) Do you have a microphone?: Indeed I do. What is your role-play name?: Ebrahim Nartarl (if we're having real-life characters, I'd very much like to be Nebuchadnezzar II.) Do you have an appropriately themed skin?: Yes, that I do. It's a bit of an old man, though, so... I might change it to be a more awesome character. We'll see how an old man character goes. What do you know about classical antiquity?: The peroid of time surrounding Christ's birth; according to Wikipedia from the 7th century BC to the 4th century AD. (I prefer AD/BC so much more than CE/BCE) I wou;d suggest it began a fair time before that. At any rate, the historical events it refers to are usually centered around the Mediterranean, as this was the hub of technology at the time. The Greeks were the more powerful at the earlier periods of the classical antiquity, but then the Romans came to power. In Arabia, Egypt was just falling and Assyria was coming to power over Babylon. The Celts and Nords were messing around to the north. the Americas and most of south-east Asia were home to tribal peoples, many of them nomadic. the Far East was gaining technology, albeit more slowly than the golden era of the Mediterranean.
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?: I'd like to be a part of Assyria, but remaned to Babylonia. Such a cooler name. :3
An average biography is 900 words. Yours is 27. Please write more. Where was he born? What was his childhood like? How did he find out about his parents being spies?
Let me give you an example of a medium quality biography.
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
That is one I wrote for a different RP server a while back. Your biography was one sentence. Work harder.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: There was an apocalypse, known only as 'the Great Doom'. When people entered the caves, it caved in behind them.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Really? Not what I get when I open that tab. I read that war and then chaos came about due to everyone having magic. It does say passingly 'The world as we know it has come to an end.', but that doesn't appear to be a vital part of the paragraph.
Here's my full original app minus how the people came to live underground:
IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters )
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: -snip-
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The humans want to the caves to escape the war and chaos that was going on above ground.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: After magic began to dominate the land and the Southern nation began to attack all else.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
I'd say that he probably is, but I think he could use some help doing so, considering the sheer amount of work involved in making a server. Worst case scenario, it's an unofficial forum.
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Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
If your biography is less than this, then it's not overly good. You can't explain a character's motives well without a lot of story. It should also be devoid of cliches.
NB: This is a bio I wrote a while back for a different RP server.
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How old are you?: I am fourteen years old.
What timezone do you live in?: AEST (GMT +11)
Do you have a microphone?: Indeed I do.
What is your role-play name?: Ebrahim Nartarl (if we're having real-life characters, I'd very much like to be Nebuchadnezzar II.)
Do you have an appropriately themed skin?: Yes, that I do. It's a bit of an old man, though, so... I might change it to be a more awesome character. We'll see how an old man character goes.
What do you know about classical antiquity?: The peroid of time surrounding Christ's birth; according to Wikipedia from the 7th century BC to the 4th century AD. (I prefer AD/BC so much more than CE/BCE) I wou;d suggest it began a fair time before that. At any rate, the historical events it refers to are usually centered around the Mediterranean, as this was the hub of technology at the time. The Greeks were the more powerful at the earlier periods of the classical antiquity, but then the Romans came to power. In Arabia, Egypt was just falling and Assyria was coming to power over Babylon. The Celts and Nords were messing around to the north. the Americas and most of south-east Asia were home to tribal peoples, many of them nomadic. the Far East was gaining technology, albeit more slowly than the golden era of the Mediterranean.
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?: I'd like to be a part of Assyria, but remaned to Babylonia. Such a cooler name. :3
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Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
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IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: There was an apocalypse, known only as 'the Great Doom'. When people entered the caves, it caved in behind them.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/mYqgb
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
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IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: -snip-
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/mYqgb
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The humans want to the caves to escape the war and chaos that was going on above ground.
How's that?
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Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: After magic began to dominate the land and the Southern nation began to attack all else.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/mYqgb
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
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