OOC Information
In-game Name: Fengi
Age:14
Time zone/Location: Central US, MN
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UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Fengi
IC information
Roleplay Name: Mijemi
Age: 18
Race: Cmokian
Class: Mage
Biography(250 words minimal):
Where is it?
"Mijemi!"
Where is it?!?!
"Mijemi, C'mon!"
WHERE IS IT?!?!?!?!
The young man threw aside a pile of junk and hurriedly searched through it.
"Mijemi, you can show me it later. C'mon, we got to go!"
Not here. He hurried to the other side of the room to search through a pile of junk. On the way, something fell out of his belt. He'd grab it later. He searched through the pile. Not there.
"Mijemi!!!"
He threw down the junk in his hands, and gave up. He grabbed the item that fell, and began making his way to the door, idly playing with the knife he just picked up. He still couldn't believe he couldn't find the knife to show his dad.
Wait...
He hurried downstairs with the knife in hand. He flipped it around, and offered the handle of the blade to his dad.
"See dad, I sharpened this end to a fine point, creating a little drop in the blade, increasing its sharpness. Then, I put in a little rivet down the center for decoration, and added sharpness to the front of the blade."
His dad twirled the blade in his hands, examining the blade with a critical eye. He had never seen anything like it, but it had sound logic, and it was sharpened to a very fine point.
"Let's go test it on the dummies in the shop. Now, let's go." His father said.
They began walking to his father's store, their initial destination.
Mijemi was only 18, but that didn't stop him from working with his father. His father was a smith, and owned a shop. He taught Mijemi the art, and together, they ran the shop. Mijemi's mother died giving birth to him, but his father did always say he looked like her. He had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a face of utter innocence. He knew nothing of life outside the capital city Cmok. He planned on taking over his father's business, but his father had different plans for his son. His father, as a child, always dreamed of being a mage. He vowed to help his son on this course, hoping that his son would have similar dreams.
They arrived at the store, and unlocked the door. His father pulled out a wooden post, and a wooden body, riddled with holes. He set up the dummy, and took a stance in front of the dummy. He stabbed, jabbed, and slashed with the knife. It had devastating effects.
"Wow Mijemi, this knife is amazing. I'm very proud of you for making it. Now, let's go put it out front." Mijemi's father said. They walked out front, put the knife in a case, and went to work.
At the end of the day, Mijemi said something that shocked his father beyond belief.
"Dad, I... have to tell you something. I don't want to take over the store. I... want to try to be a mage. I think I might be able to do it."
His son shared his dream. Mijemi went on and told his father why he felt he deserved to be a mage. He went on for about 15 minutes talking, and when he finished, his father replied.
"Son, I believe you. I believe that you can be a mage. When I first heard about your great great grandfather- a mage- I wanted to be a mage. I applied to the college, but I was denyed. I believe that you can do it. Tomorrow, we will go make your application."
The next day, Mijemi's father held his promise. They went and made Mijemi's application.
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OOC Information
In-game Name: Lam634
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Australia
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Since the start of Merp I have been around with the best people on the internet.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Priha
IC information
Roleplay Name: Prias Mindew
Age: 27
Race: Cmock
Class: Carpenter
Biography(250 words minimal): Prias Grew up in a large dysfunctional family. Prias grew up along side eight of her brothers and sisters and three more had already gone of to aid the Empire in the war. Prias' Father was a loud man and he was also an alchaholic. Her mother owned the local carpenters and Prias tried to spend as much time helping her mother as possible and learned a few tricks of the trade along the way. Prias was shorter than the rest of her family and was much weaker. Some people in the town called her the runt due to this fact and she avoided the training her father gave to the rest the children.
When she was 16 the males of her family where called to war and Prias sisters where forced by the Father to dress up as men so they would fight too. Prias mother hid her and Prias witnessed as her father beat her mother to death. Prias in a rage grabbed a carving knife and stabbed her father in the back killing him for what he had done. She vowed never to kill anyone again and told the Guard that her parents had killed each other. She saw as her family faded away before her leaving no trace behind. She made a living working at the carpentry after having to sell it off for money. For the next 11 years she continued to work and bought back the carpenters and a house. Every days the same for her now but she has recently vowed to change that and is looking for something or someone to come along and show her a new way.
OOC Information
In-game Name: DaylightKiller
Age: 17
Time zone/Location:GMT +1
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Been there from the start.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Dee
IC information
Roleplay Name: Isaac Mandrake
Age: 56
Race: Cmokan
Class: Mage(teacher)
Biography(250 words minimal): Born in 146 T.A. Isaac was the younger one of two brothers born into the Mandrake family. His father was a battle mage for the empire and his mother was a healer nursing those injured in battle against the Bjardsoen in the Great War. That was where Isaac’s parents met the first time after his father had been injured at the front line and his mother had healed his wounds and fell in love with him. Soon after they married and Isaac’s mother gave birth to his older brother Viktor and six years later to Isaac himself.Already early in his life it was clear that Viktor was going to be as good as a student of the arcane arts as his parents whereas Isaac was more interested at sitting outside in the garden dreaming of the glory of battle while his brother would sit in the class room practising how-to execute a spell without killing himself.
Life could have gone on like that until Viktor went on a field trip out in the wild to experience a battle in a more realistic environment. After a few days Isaac’s parents started to worry and scouts were sent out to find the group Viktor was part of. They never found them. Till today Isaac doesn’t know what happened on that trip and why his brother never returned.
Devestated by his brother’s fate Isaac wasn’t sure what to do at first but quickly he came to the conclusion that idling around like he had done before wasn’t going to get him anywhere. So he decided, at the age of 19 to join the academy like his brother and carry on his path.
It wasn’t always easy for Isaac as he hadn’t been as talented as his brother but whenever he went through a hard time in his studies he remembered Viktor and those memories would get him back in track. So it came that at the age of 26 Isaac had completed his studies and was now a mage. But for some reason He had taken a liking to the arcane arts during his studies and so he decided to take another step in the journey of knowledge and become a professor at the academy, partly because it really interested him but also so he could make sure that none of his students would ever get lost on a field trip.
Now, exactly 30 years later Isaac is still teaching at the academy and he hasn’t lost a single student so far.
Worshipped Gods: Livla, and occasionally Isaac prays to Ther to make sure she doesn’t let disappear anyone.
Fears: To be out alone in the woods as he could just disappear…
Cool finally able to play on this server too bad its down atm me and my little bro have been waiting for this and I'm so glad I have been accepted thanks for the opportunity UCG staff.
OOC Information
In-game Name:draxnor
Age:15
Time zone/Location:Central/Missouri
How did you hear about us? (Optional):
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): draxnor
IC information
Roleplay Name:Fenris Erikson
Age:19
Race:Bjardsoen
Class:Swordsmen
Biography(250 words minimal):Fenris Erikson was born in a small hamlet on the night of the full moon. His father Erik Mikeson took this as an omen and found that his son had brighter than normal hair (almost white),and Dark saphire blue eyes, with this he never fully regognized Fenris as his son. Growing up with his father's dissaproval Fenris grew not only hate his father but his family as well, for his Mother Ingrid also saw her offspring as not her "child" as well as Fenris's 12 older sibblings. Fenris had very little friends for the village hated him as well. Finally at the age of 9 Fenris had an incedent which ended in him hurting and nearly killing a child around his age, these incedents grew more common in nature and so did Fenris's outbursts of anger.
At 17 Fenris was shunned by the village and cast out, with this Fenris left with his best and only friend Michael. The duo traveled far from there mealsily small village on an adventure to find a purpose in their lives. Fenris and Michael soon considered each other as brothers and never abandoned each other, and as they traveled they hit upon the hordes of the undead. Every night was a night of survival, brotherhood and the ocasional campfire story. and upon every morning they packed up and set off again and again never ending till the night struck again. The way that Fenris and Michael lived there lives started taking a toll on their strong bodies and found themselves getting weaker and weaker from sleep deprivation and from how little rest they had gotten.
At the age of 18 disaster struck the 2 friends, Michael was dieing from an arrow of a skeliton and told Fenris his final words "Fenris do not let yourself be consumed by your hate.... find a part of you that you have never known.. tell me Fenris what do you want most" Fenris answered "To not be cast out,to be loved by people and not be shunned because of my strange appearance" with this Fenris promised Michael that he would do just that and as he stood there tears welling to his eyes as michael died. After Fenris burried his friend Fenris set off to become a swordsmen so that he can protect the land and its people and gain the love that he so desired to fill his empty heart. He came to follow a code of honor that he would use to lead his new life, he protected the weak, and fought the strong.
Now the die has been cast and Fenris knew it was his time, all he had to do is take it
OOC information
In-game Name: Daxcraft
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: mountain time (GMT -7)
How did you hear about us? (Optional): From my good internet pal LartTyler
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): It would be daxcraft
IC information
Roleplay Name: Dax Ijonen
Age: 23
Race: Cmokan
Class: Archer
Biography(250 words minimal): The man named Dax Ijonen was not always so bitter. Once he was just a kid reveling in his youth. Dax had never been the strongest of children, nor had he been the fastest, but he had been one of the brightest children in the village. He also had many friends in his time, but none were greater than the child named Nansonalt. Oft would Dax and Nansonalt would go on adventures to the cities to marvel at the wares available for sale displayed in the windows. Alas, neither Dax nor Nansonalt had the money. Both of their families were stricken with poverty, and life was never easy for the two, but through each other’s company, the team pulled through. All was fine for this team, until one day, tragedy struck.
During one of their adventures to the mountain town of Ofriheim, the boys were walking on a trail on a rather dangerous section of a ridge. Even more treacherous about this tricky trail was the fact that there had been constant raining in the area, making the ridge unstable. Sadly, the boys knew not of the rainstorm, and foolishly stepped onto the ridge. Suddenly, through the combination of the constant pounding of the boys’ steps and from the soil being loosened from the rain of the past few days, the ledge gave way. Dax, being of quicker wits than Nansonalt, darted away from the collapsing ridge. If not for this action, both boys would have perished. Although the pure instinct of survival was coursing through Dax’s veins, he could not take the anguish of his friend’s screams of terror. Not bearing to hear the silence from his dead friend, Dax ran. He ran as far away from his friend’s lifeless body as he could, wishing that the pair had never decided to travel to Ofriheim.
Finally, after nearly half an hour of running, fatigue hit Dax. He had to stop and rest. Rest would not come easily for Dax, as his mind wondered through the days terrible events. He knew he should have tried to save his friend, but his will to survive had not allowed him to. Saddened by his actions and wanting to escape his shattered life, he decided to leave home, but first he needed supplies from his home.
After arriving in his quaint little village, Dax quickly but quietly headed to the place he called home. He knew that his parents would be out in the fields, so he quickly ran in. After forming a small travel pack, he sheathed his hunting knife and grabbed his bow. Before leaving however, he scribbled down a small note to his parents telling them how ashamed he was of not saving his best friend, then he left. Dax soon reached the forest where he knew he could find shelter, and spent many years there, filled with regret over his friend’s death. During his time in his self-imposed exile, Dax learned many tricks that often helped him just to stay alive. Soon his small physique became molded and his body grew stronger. He learned how to fletch his own arrows, and became quite the marksman. He also portrayed himself as a trapper, earning money from selling skins of the animals he had lived off of. Now he was ready. He was ready to begin anew. He was ready to forget his past. For Dax, he was ready to live again, and to forgive himself.
Applications will be looked at as we can, the Staff is currently busy within the Server trying to work out bugs and such. I will look at them when I can over the next couple minutes. And post a whitelsit acceptance list.
On another note, Server will be down starting at 12am CST (-6 GMT) for a Map fix and some bug fixing. The time of it being up again is unknown but should take longer than 6 hours. (Map fix is big and needs to be MCedited.)
-Prongs
In-game Name: Fengi
Age:14
Time zone/Location: Central US, MN
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Take a guess.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Fengi
IC information
Roleplay Name: Mijemi
Age: 18
Race: Cmokian
Class: Mage
Biography(250 words minimal):
Where is it?
"Mijemi!"
Where is it?!?!
"Mijemi, C'mon!"
WHERE IS IT?!?!?!?!
The young man threw aside a pile of junk and hurriedly searched through it.
"Mijemi, you can show me it later. C'mon, we got to go!"
Not here. He hurried to the other side of the room to search through a pile of junk. On the way, something fell out of his belt. He'd grab it later. He searched through the pile. Not there.
"Mijemi!!!"
He threw down the junk in his hands, and gave up. He grabbed the item that fell, and began making his way to the door, idly playing with the knife he just picked up. He still couldn't believe he couldn't find the knife to show his dad.
Wait...
He hurried downstairs with the knife in hand. He flipped it around, and offered the handle of the blade to his dad.
"See dad, I sharpened this end to a fine point, creating a little drop in the blade, increasing its sharpness. Then, I put in a little rivet down the center for decoration, and added sharpness to the front of the blade."
His dad twirled the blade in his hands, examining the blade with a critical eye. He had never seen anything like it, but it had sound logic, and it was sharpened to a very fine point.
"Let's go test it on the dummies in the shop. Now, let's go." His father said.
They began walking to his father's store, their initial destination.
Mijemi was only 18, but that didn't stop him from working with his father. His father was a smith, and owned a shop. He taught Mijemi the art, and together, they ran the shop. Mijemi's mother died giving birth to him, but his father did always say he looked like her. He had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a face of utter innocence. He knew nothing of life outside the capital city Cmok. He planned on taking over his father's business, but his father had different plans for his son. His father, as a child, always dreamed of being a mage. He vowed to help his son on this course, hoping that his son would have similar dreams.
They arrived at the store, and unlocked the door. His father pulled out a wooden post, and a wooden body, riddled with holes. He set up the dummy, and took a stance in front of the dummy. He stabbed, jabbed, and slashed with the knife. It had devastating effects.
"Wow Mijemi, this knife is amazing. I'm very proud of you for making it. Now, let's go put it out front." Mijemi's father said. They walked out front, put the knife in a case, and went to work.
At the end of the day, Mijemi said something that shocked his father beyond belief.
"Dad, I... have to tell you something. I don't want to take over the store. I... want to try to be a mage. I think I might be able to do it."
His son shared his dream. Mijemi went on and told his father why he felt he deserved to be a mage. He went on for about 15 minutes talking, and when he finished, his father replied.
"Son, I believe you. I believe that you can be a mage. When I first heard about your great great grandfather- a mage- I wanted to be a mage. I applied to the college, but I was denyed. I believe that you can do it. Tomorrow, we will go make your application."
The next day, Mijemi's father held his promise. They went and made Mijemi's application.
Kids, don't get Apple computers.
The IP is on the website
In-game Name: Lam634
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Australia
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Since the start of Merp I have been around with the best people on the internet.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Priha
IC information
Roleplay Name: Prias Mindew
Age: 27
Race: Cmock
Class: Carpenter
Biography(250 words minimal): Prias Grew up in a large dysfunctional family. Prias grew up along side eight of her brothers and sisters and three more had already gone of to aid the Empire in the war. Prias' Father was a loud man and he was also an alchaholic. Her mother owned the local carpenters and Prias tried to spend as much time helping her mother as possible and learned a few tricks of the trade along the way. Prias was shorter than the rest of her family and was much weaker. Some people in the town called her the runt due to this fact and she avoided the training her father gave to the rest the children.
When she was 16 the males of her family where called to war and Prias sisters where forced by the Father to dress up as men so they would fight too. Prias mother hid her and Prias witnessed as her father beat her mother to death. Prias in a rage grabbed a carving knife and stabbed her father in the back killing him for what he had done. She vowed never to kill anyone again and told the Guard that her parents had killed each other. She saw as her family faded away before her leaving no trace behind. She made a living working at the carpentry after having to sell it off for money. For the next 11 years she continued to work and bought back the carpenters and a house. Every days the same for her now but she has recently vowed to change that and is looking for something or someone to come along and show her a new way.
In-game Name: DaylightKiller
Age: 17
Time zone/Location:GMT +1
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Been there from the start.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Dee
IC information
Roleplay Name: Isaac Mandrake
Age: 56
Race: Cmokan
Class: Mage(teacher)
Biography(250 words minimal): Born in 146 T.A. Isaac was the younger one of two brothers born into the Mandrake family. His father was a battle mage for the empire and his mother was a healer nursing those injured in battle against the Bjardsoen in the Great War. That was where Isaac’s parents met the first time after his father had been injured at the front line and his mother had healed his wounds and fell in love with him. Soon after they married and Isaac’s mother gave birth to his older brother Viktor and six years later to Isaac himself.Already early in his life it was clear that Viktor was going to be as good as a student of the arcane arts as his parents whereas Isaac was more interested at sitting outside in the garden dreaming of the glory of battle while his brother would sit in the class room practising how-to execute a spell without killing himself.
Life could have gone on like that until Viktor went on a field trip out in the wild to experience a battle in a more realistic environment. After a few days Isaac’s parents started to worry and scouts were sent out to find the group Viktor was part of. They never found them. Till today Isaac doesn’t know what happened on that trip and why his brother never returned.
Devestated by his brother’s fate Isaac wasn’t sure what to do at first but quickly he came to the conclusion that idling around like he had done before wasn’t going to get him anywhere. So he decided, at the age of 19 to join the academy like his brother and carry on his path.
It wasn’t always easy for Isaac as he hadn’t been as talented as his brother but whenever he went through a hard time in his studies he remembered Viktor and those memories would get him back in track. So it came that at the age of 26 Isaac had completed his studies and was now a mage. But for some reason He had taken a liking to the arcane arts during his studies and so he decided to take another step in the journey of knowledge and become a professor at the academy, partly because it really interested him but also so he could make sure that none of his students would ever get lost on a field trip.
Now, exactly 30 years later Isaac is still teaching at the academy and he hasn’t lost a single student so far.
Worshipped Gods: Livla, and occasionally Isaac prays to Ther to make sure she doesn’t let disappear anyone.
Fears: To be out alone in the woods as he could just disappear…
-UCG:Staff
In-game Name:draxnor
Age:15
Time zone/Location:Central/Missouri
How did you hear about us? (Optional):
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): draxnor
IC information
Roleplay Name:Fenris Erikson
Age:19
Race:Bjardsoen
Class:Swordsmen
Biography(250 words minimal):Fenris Erikson was born in a small hamlet on the night of the full moon. His father Erik Mikeson took this as an omen and found that his son had brighter than normal hair (almost white),and Dark saphire blue eyes, with this he never fully regognized Fenris as his son. Growing up with his father's dissaproval Fenris grew not only hate his father but his family as well, for his Mother Ingrid also saw her offspring as not her "child" as well as Fenris's 12 older sibblings. Fenris had very little friends for the village hated him as well. Finally at the age of 9 Fenris had an incedent which ended in him hurting and nearly killing a child around his age, these incedents grew more common in nature and so did Fenris's outbursts of anger.
At 17 Fenris was shunned by the village and cast out, with this Fenris left with his best and only friend Michael. The duo traveled far from there mealsily small village on an adventure to find a purpose in their lives. Fenris and Michael soon considered each other as brothers and never abandoned each other, and as they traveled they hit upon the hordes of the undead. Every night was a night of survival, brotherhood and the ocasional campfire story. and upon every morning they packed up and set off again and again never ending till the night struck again. The way that Fenris and Michael lived there lives started taking a toll on their strong bodies and found themselves getting weaker and weaker from sleep deprivation and from how little rest they had gotten.
At the age of 18 disaster struck the 2 friends, Michael was dieing from an arrow of a skeliton and told Fenris his final words "Fenris do not let yourself be consumed by your hate.... find a part of you that you have never known.. tell me Fenris what do you want most" Fenris answered "To not be cast out,to be loved by people and not be shunned because of my strange appearance" with this Fenris promised Michael that he would do just that and as he stood there tears welling to his eyes as michael died. After Fenris burried his friend Fenris set off to become a swordsmen so that he can protect the land and its people and gain the love that he so desired to fill his empty heart. He came to follow a code of honor that he would use to lead his new life, he protected the weak, and fought the strong.
Now the die has been cast and Fenris knew it was his time, all he had to do is take it
In-game Name: Daxcraft
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: mountain time (GMT -7)
How did you hear about us? (Optional): From my good internet pal LartTyler
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): It would be daxcraft
IC information
Roleplay Name: Dax Ijonen
Age: 23
Race: Cmokan
Class: Archer
Biography(250 words minimal): The man named Dax Ijonen was not always so bitter. Once he was just a kid reveling in his youth. Dax had never been the strongest of children, nor had he been the fastest, but he had been one of the brightest children in the village. He also had many friends in his time, but none were greater than the child named Nansonalt. Oft would Dax and Nansonalt would go on adventures to the cities to marvel at the wares available for sale displayed in the windows. Alas, neither Dax nor Nansonalt had the money. Both of their families were stricken with poverty, and life was never easy for the two, but through each other’s company, the team pulled through. All was fine for this team, until one day, tragedy struck.
During one of their adventures to the mountain town of Ofriheim, the boys were walking on a trail on a rather dangerous section of a ridge. Even more treacherous about this tricky trail was the fact that there had been constant raining in the area, making the ridge unstable. Sadly, the boys knew not of the rainstorm, and foolishly stepped onto the ridge. Suddenly, through the combination of the constant pounding of the boys’ steps and from the soil being loosened from the rain of the past few days, the ledge gave way. Dax, being of quicker wits than Nansonalt, darted away from the collapsing ridge. If not for this action, both boys would have perished. Although the pure instinct of survival was coursing through Dax’s veins, he could not take the anguish of his friend’s screams of terror. Not bearing to hear the silence from his dead friend, Dax ran. He ran as far away from his friend’s lifeless body as he could, wishing that the pair had never decided to travel to Ofriheim.
Finally, after nearly half an hour of running, fatigue hit Dax. He had to stop and rest. Rest would not come easily for Dax, as his mind wondered through the days terrible events. He knew he should have tried to save his friend, but his will to survive had not allowed him to. Saddened by his actions and wanting to escape his shattered life, he decided to leave home, but first he needed supplies from his home.
After arriving in his quaint little village, Dax quickly but quietly headed to the place he called home. He knew that his parents would be out in the fields, so he quickly ran in. After forming a small travel pack, he sheathed his hunting knife and grabbed his bow. Before leaving however, he scribbled down a small note to his parents telling them how ashamed he was of not saving his best friend, then he left. Dax soon reached the forest where he knew he could find shelter, and spent many years there, filled with regret over his friend’s death. During his time in his self-imposed exile, Dax learned many tricks that often helped him just to stay alive. Soon his small physique became molded and his body grew stronger. He learned how to fletch his own arrows, and became quite the marksman. He also portrayed himself as a trapper, earning money from selling skins of the animals he had lived off of. Now he was ready. He was ready to begin anew. He was ready to forget his past. For Dax, he was ready to live again, and to forgive himself.
i has smite beta keys
On another note, Server will be down starting at 12am CST (-6 GMT) for a Map fix and some bug fixing. The time of it being up again is unknown but should take longer than 6 hours. (Map fix is big and needs to be MCedited.)
-Prongs