I have the list but I am not home to whitelist people. So I will do that tonight.
In other news: I have offically Closed Aplications for the Races of Cmokan and Iredorian until both the other races and their cities are more populated. As well I have closed the Professions of Herbalist and Mage. Herbalist are closed until potions making is more useful and easier to do. As well the mage is closed until the next class semster. So any applicate that applies after this post with those races or professions will automaticlly be denied.
-Prongs
Accepted VoiD__ (Bjardsoen/Warrior) - Woohoo! Thrilling read, I enjoyed it. You'll have fun with the Gods on this server (a reminder though, if you're going to be "purging everything that doesn't pretain to your beliefs," RP it out. zachdudeguy (Bjardsoen/Archer) - Ha, a long hall instead of a mansion. Well, it works, welcome! Destoryer1995 (Iredoran/Archer) - Third time is the charm, yes. Grey_Hunter (Kree/Archer) - Interesting read; Kree Bloodlust and all. All clear! sjninefour (Cmok/Archer) - Are you planning on majoring in English when you get to college? Good read, welcome.
Character Changes Salesman52 (Cmok/Miner) - Accepted, but I'd still have enjoyed the trial and subsequent execution.
Deffered advarsel - Sorry I'm being so picky on this (but I do this evenly with everyone). Just check your grammar. If you think it's good, show it to your parents, or friends (marboy1, maybe?) and get them to fix it. Did you manage to google search "Homophone?" Crazyal888 - At least his father didn't take an arrow to the knee. :biggrin.gif: Anyway, the Bjardsoen are under the control of the Empire, and have been for over a century. They aren't fighting the Empire, so your story will have to change dramatically. Final note, about your class; if you're a warrior, you can't mine. Not as in won't, since it's not RP, but can't, like, the plugin restricts you from mining. Geadsss (Iredoran/Mage) - Too short! Also the mage class i currently and capcity as is the Iredoran race. You need to be a damn good role-player to become a mage, which you biography does not represent with the lack of effort. Finally you're character cannot know how to cast magic before attending the Academy. TaylorStriffe (Cmokan/Swordsman) - Your biography is far too short! The entire family dying backstory is cliched at best, and you give no explanation for your class choice. Finally the Cmokan race is at capacity please choose a different race for your character and apply again.
Excuse me sir, but I wasn't on the list. Can you please read over my application? Thanks
Accepted LuckyDuckySlaya (Kree/Miner) - No, you can't change class later (unless you have a good RP reason and donate $5 to the server). I do advise you to not seek out the bandit alone; remember, you're just a miner. But good luck! Crazyal888 (Bjardsoen/Warrior) - Nice story, I especially like the play by play of your fight with the three bandits (It shows you aren't powergaming, and know you aren't invincible). In the future, may I ask that you use paragraphs? My eyes hurt. But welcome! Shaiur (Cmok/Warrior) - While we say the Cmok race is nearly at capacity, I'll still whitelist a good one if I see it. Don't prove me wrong.
Defered World_hopper - Wolves shouldn't be a problem. While your story is good, we have enough Iredorans (and most of them are herbalists). But we'd love to have you. So please change your race/class, write a new bio, and you'll probably be whitelisted next round. al97drew - Among other problems, Iredorans can't be miners. Try again. Geadsss - Full sentences would be nice. In addition, we have a lot of Iredorans. Would you like to change your race (class is fine if it is still compatible with your new race). Nekpek - Grammar check is needed (capitalization is a big issue here). But I do like the story of being imprisoned, those crazy bandits (since obviously they can't be anyone within the Empire, who is everyone on the continent). Just fix that, and apply again.
rcb1996 - See comments for your last friend. nukakinght - See comments for last friend. biggboii69r - Alright, I like how you're going to apply and play together; nice roleplay opportunities. But there are several problems, and I'll address them all at once. First, I don't like this bit about the Bjardsoen army attacking your village (they're loyal citizens of the Empire; make it bandits if anything). Next, the city of Cmok is rather full, but I'd be willing to make an exception in a few cases. However, I cannot make an exception on the Mage class; that'll have to be off limits, so nuka, you'll have to change that (and if you guys want an easier chance getting in, you can change your race to Kree or Bjardsoen). Final note: check your grammar and spelling; it must be fixed. If that's done, I'd be happy to whitelist you. dev824804 - Your biography is too short and, to add insult to injury, Kree cannot be mages. In addition, the mage class is at capacity. Please try again. gamer9726 - A commoner doesn't know magic; actually, no one does, until they attend the Mage Academy. In addition, the Cmokan race is rather full; if you'd like an easier time getting in, try a different race. And while your story is enticing, perhaps you'd be able to work it that your parents didn't die? It's just so cliche. advarsel - Alright, what story are you doing? I read three of your applications in this same whitelist phase. They're all good; there are just three of them. I'll need to see a completed one, and a single entry, and then you can be whitelisted next round.
A reminder to all those deffered: you can still apply again, once you fix your mistakes. We welcome your applications, we just want as close to perfection as we can get. Thank you!
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In-game Name: World_Hopper
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: East coast/Canada
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Roleplay Name: Guntar Ashkala
Age: 23
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Swordsman
Biography(250 words minimal):
*Boom* *Crack*
The thunder around me drove me crazy, I was running as fast as I could, everything by me was a blur, all I knew was there was safe passage in the inn that I headed for, and that my pursuers knew where I was going. I couldn't outrun them on horses, nor could I fight them since I was outnumbered 15 to 1. It was time to use my smarts, not my greatest tool. I cut around a tree and climbed up it, hoping they'd lose sight and hesitate while I attempted to bound from tree to tree, hopefully I don't fall. They wouldn't hesitate to kill me just for the item I swiped.
(15 Minutes ago)
I see a large group of people approaching me and my employer looked at each other, I motioned for him to move to the side and let them pass with our heads down, hoping they wouldn't recognize him. *Thunk*, I looked over to see the Lord of Gazagan lying dead beside me with an arrow pierced through his heart. I stood valiantly and drew my sword, ready to take on all the enemies no matter who they were. Ha, if only I had that bravery. I drew my sword, and threw it at the approaching men on horseback about 25 meters away, hoping to catch them off-guard and be able to make a quick get away. I reached down and swiped my employer's pocket clean and took off, I don't fool with myself, there's nothing more I can do, he's dead, there's nothing I could have done to stop it, my life is in danger now.
(15 Minutes ago)
Finally, we're traveling now, even with the approaching storm I'm glad to be out of the musty palace and out on the open road. I've had to do several of these big cost and big risk escorts lately, all dark, shadowy and secret, not allowing any travelers to see who my 'boss' was at the time. I had to beat a few people down if they got too curious, but nothing rash has been done... Yet.
(15 Minutes ago)
Ah, great. The Lord of Gazagan needs to go to Orifheim this time, why can't he just hire a royal guard and go there by carriage? He told me it's too risky with the 'special delivery' he has. I wonder about this guy, this is the stuff done by a courier, not a lord. It's too dangerous, but does it ever pay good.
(That was a small story of one of his job's, Not sure if it's necessary but I felt it was needed as his background and life story is very plain and boring)
------- Real bio--------
Everything is my parents fault.
Yes, many people blame my violence and short temper on myself and my eagerness to fight, but it's how I grew up. My father was constantly telling me to toughen up, beating me and teaching me how to fight with a sword and axe, he taught me how to protect myself, and he taught me everything I know today.
I don't thank him for anything.
I've lived as a guard, mercenary, blade for hire and just about anything else that involves fighting on some level. I know what I'm doing when a blade is in my hand and a person has a blade in front of me, that's it.
I always wanted to become a herbalist and learn the ways of making potions, which always fascinated me, until, until Edward showed up.
Edward was a tall, muscular and strong being with a sleek black mane and grey eyes that you would never expect a cat to have. Edward was a cat, and he was my only friend as a child, sure, everyone acted like my friend when I went in town with my father, but that's only because father was the town's head guard, and I could beat anyone within 5 years of me in a fist fight.
I spent lots of time with Edward, he watched me train, ate with me, and did all the things I wish i could have dne with my parents. He once saved my life, by forfeiting his own...
We were in town together, just us 2 for the first time ever and we were in the herbalist store, checking out the newly brewed potions, I went to taste one, thinking I knew what it was, a harmless potion that caused a slight increase in your strength for a few minutes, but Edward jumped off the ground and right through the bottle, cutting him open with glass. The potion inside melted his innards, he lay there mewing his last words to me while I held him and watching him melt in my arms, I went into my first battle-rage and, knocking several invaluable shelves holding potions over and then proceeding to kill the shop-keeper with a glass shard through the chest. I spent the next 5 years of my life inside my father's own cell, having him throw me scraps, sometimes adding a bit extra and building my physique while waiting to get out and leave this hellhole of a town behind me.
(Sorry if it isn't very good, I already put a lot of effort into my Iredoran character and I just hope this one is good enough to pass the test. I know it's an original fighter back story but I couldn't think of much else)
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In-game Name: Zyphuer
Age: 20
Time zone/Location: Central/ TX, USA
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Roleplay Name: Zyphuer Ferris
Age: 18
Race: Kree
Class: Archer
Biography(250 words minimal): Found in between the plains of Cmok and of the mountain city, Gazagan, with hand made leather armor, hand crafted bow and arrow, and just the rudimentary grasp of common. After weeks of rehabilitation and learning common the city asked him what happened, this is his story.
I don't remember when I started living off the land but I can't remember when there was a time that I wasn't. I remember nothing of others such as parent or tribesmen, Only my bow and the wolves that followed me from time to time. As I grew up and bigger they visited me less and less, until the one, that I nursed from runt to alpha, stopped. I later learned that he was hunted by northerners from which I have held a small grudge since, insignificant really. Growing up in the forest and plains, moving fro and from, north and south, I learned the skills required to survive such as crafting my own armor and weapon of choice, my bow. I also learned to listen to the wind and such a name came whispering across my ears, Amyana, It is she who guided me with the wind and showed me how to read the sky. I need no books or scrolls from which I greatly enjoy perusing upon my introduction into citizenry and have showed my great sources of information that i could not have learned otherwise but are rather pointless on the words of my goddess, all i need to do is face the wind and receive thy wisdom.
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In-game Name:advarsel
Age:16
Time zone/Location: GMT + 1 ( Oslo, Norway )
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Roleplay Name:Helena Balzfik
Age:28
Race:Bjardsoen
Class:Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):
The day I was born was a momentous occasion. My mother would bathe before she would give birth to me. When she had bath for a while, she gave birth to me. But she had so much pain that she didn’t notice it. When she gave birth to me she thought it was the pain that got less. I drowned, without my mother noticing. She wouldn’t not swim anymore, so she went up the surface, as she walked up to the surface she noticed something that pulled her back in her vagina. It was the umbilical cord; she was completely taken aback and carried me up. She took her mouth to mouth method and then she pressured on my chest. I came back to life. My eyes light up in mom's eyes. She was so happy, she hugged me and began hurried homeward.
When she got home, she cried help, come! All came as fast as they could, they saw a wet woman with an umbilical cord hanging down the legs that went up in a wonderful young kid. My father ran to the kitchen and fetched a knife, while the others went to my mom and me and hugged us. Mom would not tell that I was dead in 40 seconds. So she wrote in her journal when everyone had gone to sleep at the night. The day after she had been visited by many people from the neighborhood. All people came with some food or a nice gift. Those who came told mom and dad that I was very beautiful.
When I was 28 years my brother had gone 40 years at school magician! He had achieved a lot in those years. He was very good with magic. He wasn’t much at home, but when he was home he was most with me. My sister was a warrior, she was very poor. She had no success in the family. My mom and dad were miners.
One day mom needed help with her job in a mine. She was pretty tired to not find any ores and ingots. Her boss was soon going to kick her from the job if she didn’t find anything. So she needed help! Of course I was helping her. When we got to her job I got a stone pickaxe, I took care of it in my bag. We walked long into the mine. When we got to the end we took up our pickaxes and started to mine. After a while, we both were tired and starved. We didn’t say anything to each other and started to eat our lunch. We started to mine again, my mom said: “We’re not going to find anything… But thanks for helping me.” Right when she said it, she mined a little hole, inside that whole, mom saw a lot of sparkling inside there. She mined as fastest she could and said to me: “Come, look at this!” She took a torch from the wall and walked fast into the sparkling place. Inside there, was a lot of gold! Coal! Iron! Redstone! And in the little corner, there were shiny 3 diamonds.
When we mined it all, we actually gave all we mined to the boss. It was a full bag with sparkling ores and ingots. The boss was so happy, he actually jumped up from the chair and starting to dancing. He said to mom: “You, my dear. I’ll give you higher salary!” Then he walked happy away with the bag. He came back with a small and cute bag, inside the bag it was plenty of money. Mom looked up on the boss and looked very happy. We let our pickaxes in the pickaxe chest and walked happy away from there. I said to mom: “I want to be a miner!”
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In-game Name:jearwin
Age:18
Time zone/Location:Aruba.
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Roleplay Name:Robert
Age:25
Race:Kree
Class:Woodsmen
Biography(250 words minimal):
Robert Was a rebellious child. When his father went out to trade goods from the town Robert would sneak onto the wagon and ride the lands with his father not knowing about his presence. Robert grew up as a student of high expectation. He had the right to do what he wanted but with a price to pay, to attend school every single day. And so Robert did his duties. During that time Robert thought long and hard what he wanted to do with his life. One day it strikes him: "I want to be a merchant!" He says but his father declined such act: "you are a young man with a great life in front of you let it not go to waste!" his father screams .But Robert has already made up his mind and so he ran away from home seeking new adventure's and the dream of becoming a great trader one day.
During that time he traveled to notorious countries. fought valiant monsters, traded gold for spices, even gotten into trouble traders for stealing there goods. Robert was a natural woodsmen, he lived of the land, nature was his friend. But no it was not enough Robert wanted more. Every night that he sleeps his dream of becoming a trader haunts him. One day as he was travelling the desert Lands. he found a maiden which Robert thinks of his true soul mate. But all went wrong. Robert cannot settle down. Still his dream haunts him, and that night he rides into the wind. After a day of exhaustion a Merchant approaches him and told him: "riches lies in the Land of Losavar" And so Robert rides to the Land of Losavar in hopes of perusing his dreams
( i hoped you liked it i tried to be original as possible and hopefully i get accepted ^^)
It's not a matter about being understood; you were understood earlier, it just wasn't good enough.
And the spamming every single donator, helper, admin, and moderator didn't help your position either.
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I'll start looking over the applications now. Hold on for a few hours (I make the list and comments, send it to Prongs, he whitelists, and then he'll post those who made it in and those who didn't. Normally takes a few hours).
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In-game Name:espen11111
Age:16
Time zone/Location:GMT + 1 ( Oslo, Norway )
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Roleplay Name: Ivar Balzfik
Age: 29
Race:Bardjosen
Class:Swordman
Biography(250 words minimal):
The roots of Ivar began in the first age and since then they have always work as a guard. But the little town he lived in was poor, it was always cold and almost no food there. Every day he thought, he was going to die. He had just some family members to be with and keep him warm. After some years, all people from the north town were suggested to live in the town Bjardsoen. A horse driven car picked them on the way. Ivar was one of the first to jump in the car.
He and his family were squeezing tight together. All on the carriage got some melons to eat to the way to Bjardsoen. When they arrived they slept, the horse rider who controlled the horses said: “Everybody out!”
Everybody was excited to not wear a lot of clothes and could walk on the ground, not on snow or ice. So, they forgot Ivar’s family behind in the carriage. After a while the rider said: “Now we go, everybody get on or get off!” Ivar’s family was in deep sleep. So they were still in the horse carriage. The carriage was carrying on.
Ivar’s family woke up in the horse carriage and saw a sign where big letters was etched in: “The North’s Bjardsoen”. They were upset, they did't know what to do... but Ivar knew that they would come back so he did't mind. he got himself a house and a job and waits for them to come back.
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In-game Name:Stevewinrar
Age:18
Time zone/Location:-3:30 Newfoundland
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Roleplay Name: Stevran Shaleskin
Age: 25
Race: Kree
Class: Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):
A stout man fond of drink and industry. Stevran has been in the caves since birth, no matter if it was exploration or labor, he would be happy there anyways. Stevran, like any other true Kree, is fascinated with underground architecture. At age 17 he signed up for a expedition into uncharted territory, the goal was to establish a mountain fortress to survey and exploit the lands around it. 2 years later Stevran was forced to flee from the fortress. A group of miners hit a dungeon and was unable to stop the horde of monsters from within. The entire fortress was sealed off and the survivors inside were left to their fate. Stevran was lucky to escape in time, but still regrets not being able to save anyone who was left behind. He now hopes to find redemption by serving his superiors by carving out mountains for them and hopefully setting up another outpost. A kind man, who works best in groups, Stevran is great at making conversation and keeping worker morale up. Even though he is a strong-willed dwarf who isn't pushed around easily, he has developed and strong fear of monsters and will usually turn tale and run. He has a different sense of humour then most, and usually speaks his mind. These traits may make some love his company, but to the other more serious folk he is just an annoyance. He hopes to find riches and a new home during the next few years of his life.
In other news: I have offically Closed Aplications for the Races of Cmokan and Iredorian until both the other races and their cities are more populated. As well I have closed the Professions of Herbalist and Mage. Herbalist are closed until potions making is more useful and easier to do. As well the mage is closed until the next class semster. So any applicate that applies after this post with those races or professions will automaticlly be denied.
-Prongs
TG: john is TG: im not
Excuse me sir, but I wasn't on the list. Can you please read over my application? Thanks
LuckyDuckySlaya (Kree/Miner) - No, you can't change class later (unless you have a good RP reason and donate $5 to the server). I do advise you to not seek out the bandit alone; remember, you're just a miner. But good luck!
Crazyal888 (Bjardsoen/Warrior) - Nice story, I especially like the play by play of your fight with the three bandits (It shows you aren't powergaming, and know you aren't invincible). In the future, may I ask that you use paragraphs? My eyes hurt. But welcome!
Shaiur (Cmok/Warrior) - While we say the Cmok race is nearly at capacity, I'll still whitelist a good one if I see it. Don't prove me wrong.
Defered
World_hopper - Wolves shouldn't be a problem. While your story is good, we have enough Iredorans (and most of them are herbalists). But we'd love to have you. So please change your race/class, write a new bio, and you'll probably be whitelisted next round.
al97drew - Among other problems, Iredorans can't be miners. Try again.
Geadsss - Full sentences would be nice. In addition, we have a lot of Iredorans. Would you like to change your race (class is fine if it is still compatible with your new race).
Nekpek - Grammar check is needed (capitalization is a big issue here). But I do like the story of being imprisoned, those crazy bandits (since obviously they can't be anyone within the Empire, who is everyone on the continent). Just fix that, and apply again.
rcb1996 - See comments for your last friend.
nukakinght - See comments for last friend.
biggboii69r - Alright, I like how you're going to apply and play together; nice roleplay opportunities. But there are several problems, and I'll address them all at once. First, I don't like this bit about the Bjardsoen army attacking your village (they're loyal citizens of the Empire; make it bandits if anything). Next, the city of Cmok is rather full, but I'd be willing to make an exception in a few cases. However, I cannot make an exception on the Mage class; that'll have to be off limits, so nuka, you'll have to change that (and if you guys want an easier chance getting in, you can change your race to Kree or Bjardsoen). Final note: check your grammar and spelling; it must be fixed. If that's done, I'd be happy to whitelist you.
dev824804 - Your biography is too short and, to add insult to injury, Kree cannot be mages. In addition, the mage class is at capacity. Please try again.
gamer9726 - A commoner doesn't know magic; actually, no one does, until they attend the Mage Academy. In addition, the Cmokan race is rather full; if you'd like an easier time getting in, try a different race. And while your story is enticing, perhaps you'd be able to work it that your parents didn't die? It's just so cliche.
advarsel - Alright, what story are you doing? I read three of your applications in this same whitelist phase. They're all good; there are just three of them. I'll need to see a completed one, and a single entry, and then you can be whitelisted next round.
A reminder to all those deffered: you can still apply again, once you fix your mistakes. We welcome your applications, we just want as close to perfection as we can get. Thank you!
In-game Name: World_Hopper
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: East coast/Canada
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Roleplay Name: Guntar Ashkala
Age: 23
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Swordsman
Biography(250 words minimal):
*Boom* *Crack*
The thunder around me drove me crazy, I was running as fast as I could, everything by me was a blur, all I knew was there was safe passage in the inn that I headed for, and that my pursuers knew where I was going. I couldn't outrun them on horses, nor could I fight them since I was outnumbered 15 to 1. It was time to use my smarts, not my greatest tool. I cut around a tree and climbed up it, hoping they'd lose sight and hesitate while I attempted to bound from tree to tree, hopefully I don't fall. They wouldn't hesitate to kill me just for the item I swiped.
(15 Minutes ago)
I see a large group of people approaching me and my employer looked at each other, I motioned for him to move to the side and let them pass with our heads down, hoping they wouldn't recognize him. *Thunk*, I looked over to see the Lord of Gazagan lying dead beside me with an arrow pierced through his heart. I stood valiantly and drew my sword, ready to take on all the enemies no matter who they were. Ha, if only I had that bravery. I drew my sword, and threw it at the approaching men on horseback about 25 meters away, hoping to catch them off-guard and be able to make a quick get away. I reached down and swiped my employer's pocket clean and took off, I don't fool with myself, there's nothing more I can do, he's dead, there's nothing I could have done to stop it, my life is in danger now.
(15 Minutes ago)
Finally, we're traveling now, even with the approaching storm I'm glad to be out of the musty palace and out on the open road. I've had to do several of these big cost and big risk escorts lately, all dark, shadowy and secret, not allowing any travelers to see who my 'boss' was at the time. I had to beat a few people down if they got too curious, but nothing rash has been done... Yet.
(15 Minutes ago)
Ah, great. The Lord of Gazagan needs to go to Orifheim this time, why can't he just hire a royal guard and go there by carriage? He told me it's too risky with the 'special delivery' he has. I wonder about this guy, this is the stuff done by a courier, not a lord. It's too dangerous, but does it ever pay good.
(That was a small story of one of his job's, Not sure if it's necessary but I felt it was needed as his background and life story is very plain and boring)
------- Real bio--------
Everything is my parents fault.
Yes, many people blame my violence and short temper on myself and my eagerness to fight, but it's how I grew up. My father was constantly telling me to toughen up, beating me and teaching me how to fight with a sword and axe, he taught me how to protect myself, and he taught me everything I know today.
I don't thank him for anything.
I've lived as a guard, mercenary, blade for hire and just about anything else that involves fighting on some level. I know what I'm doing when a blade is in my hand and a person has a blade in front of me, that's it.
I always wanted to become a herbalist and learn the ways of making potions, which always fascinated me, until, until Edward showed up.
Edward was a tall, muscular and strong being with a sleek black mane and grey eyes that you would never expect a cat to have. Edward was a cat, and he was my only friend as a child, sure, everyone acted like my friend when I went in town with my father, but that's only because father was the town's head guard, and I could beat anyone within 5 years of me in a fist fight.
I spent lots of time with Edward, he watched me train, ate with me, and did all the things I wish i could have dne with my parents. He once saved my life, by forfeiting his own...
We were in town together, just us 2 for the first time ever and we were in the herbalist store, checking out the newly brewed potions, I went to taste one, thinking I knew what it was, a harmless potion that caused a slight increase in your strength for a few minutes, but Edward jumped off the ground and right through the bottle, cutting him open with glass. The potion inside melted his innards, he lay there mewing his last words to me while I held him and watching him melt in my arms, I went into my first battle-rage and, knocking several invaluable shelves holding potions over and then proceeding to kill the shop-keeper with a glass shard through the chest. I spent the next 5 years of my life inside my father's own cell, having him throw me scraps, sometimes adding a bit extra and building my physique while waiting to get out and leave this hellhole of a town behind me.
(Sorry if it isn't very good, I already put a lot of effort into my Iredoran character and I just hope this one is good enough to pass the test. I know it's an original fighter back story but I couldn't think of much else)
In-game Name: Zyphuer
Age: 20
Time zone/Location: Central/ TX, USA
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Roleplay Name: Zyphuer Ferris
Age: 18
Race: Kree
Class: Archer
Biography(250 words minimal): Found in between the plains of Cmok and of the mountain city, Gazagan, with hand made leather armor, hand crafted bow and arrow, and just the rudimentary grasp of common. After weeks of rehabilitation and learning common the city asked him what happened, this is his story.
I don't remember when I started living off the land but I can't remember when there was a time that I wasn't. I remember nothing of others such as parent or tribesmen, Only my bow and the wolves that followed me from time to time. As I grew up and bigger they visited me less and less, until the one, that I nursed from runt to alpha, stopped. I later learned that he was hunted by northerners from which I have held a small grudge since, insignificant really. Growing up in the forest and plains, moving fro and from, north and south, I learned the skills required to survive such as crafting my own armor and weapon of choice, my bow. I also learned to listen to the wind and such a name came whispering across my ears, Amyana, It is she who guided me with the wind and showed me how to read the sky. I need no books or scrolls from which I greatly enjoy perusing upon my introduction into citizenry and have showed my great sources of information that i could not have learned otherwise but are rather pointless on the words of my goddess, all i need to do is face the wind and receive thy wisdom.
In-game Name:advarsel
Age:16
Time zone/Location: GMT + 1 ( Oslo, Norway )
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Roleplay Name:Helena Balzfik
Age:28
Race:Bjardsoen
Class:Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):
The day I was born was a momentous occasion. My mother would bathe before she would give birth to me. When she had bath for a while, she gave birth to me. But she had so much pain that she didn’t notice it. When she gave birth to me she thought it was the pain that got less. I drowned, without my mother noticing. She wouldn’t not swim anymore, so she went up the surface, as she walked up to the surface she noticed something that pulled her back in her vagina. It was the umbilical cord; she was completely taken aback and carried me up. She took her mouth to mouth method and then she pressured on my chest. I came back to life. My eyes light up in mom's eyes. She was so happy, she hugged me and began hurried homeward.
When she got home, she cried help, come! All came as fast as they could, they saw a wet woman with an umbilical cord hanging down the legs that went up in a wonderful young kid. My father ran to the kitchen and fetched a knife, while the others went to my mom and me and hugged us. Mom would not tell that I was dead in 40 seconds. So she wrote in her journal when everyone had gone to sleep at the night. The day after she had been visited by many people from the neighborhood. All people came with some food or a nice gift. Those who came told mom and dad that I was very beautiful.
When I was 28 years my brother had gone 40 years at school magician! He had achieved a lot in those years. He was very good with magic. He wasn’t much at home, but when he was home he was most with me. My sister was a warrior, she was very poor. She had no success in the family. My mom and dad were miners.
One day mom needed help with her job in a mine. She was pretty tired to not find any ores and ingots. Her boss was soon going to kick her from the job if she didn’t find anything. So she needed help! Of course I was helping her. When we got to her job I got a stone pickaxe, I took care of it in my bag. We walked long into the mine. When we got to the end we took up our pickaxes and started to mine. After a while, we both were tired and starved. We didn’t say anything to each other and started to eat our lunch. We started to mine again, my mom said: “We’re not going to find anything… But thanks for helping me.” Right when she said it, she mined a little hole, inside that whole, mom saw a lot of sparkling inside there. She mined as fastest she could and said to me: “Come, look at this!” She took a torch from the wall and walked fast into the sparkling place. Inside there, was a lot of gold! Coal! Iron! Redstone! And in the little corner, there were shiny 3 diamonds.
When we mined it all, we actually gave all we mined to the boss. It was a full bag with sparkling ores and ingots. The boss was so happy, he actually jumped up from the chair and starting to dancing. He said to mom: “You, my dear. I’ll give you higher salary!” Then he walked happy away with the bag. He came back with a small and cute bag, inside the bag it was plenty of money. Mom looked up on the boss and looked very happy. We let our pickaxes in the pickaxe chest and walked happy away from there. I said to mom: “I want to be a miner!”
(It's 636 words)
And i played with her before........She is a very good RP player
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In-game Name:jearwin
Age:18
Time zone/Location:Aruba.
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Roleplay Name:Robert
Age:25
Race:Kree
Class:Woodsmen
Biography(250 words minimal):
Robert Was a rebellious child. When his father went out to trade goods from the town Robert would sneak onto the wagon and ride the lands with his father not knowing about his presence. Robert grew up as a student of high expectation. He had the right to do what he wanted but with a price to pay, to attend school every single day. And so Robert did his duties. During that time Robert thought long and hard what he wanted to do with his life. One day it strikes him: "I want to be a merchant!" He says but his father declined such act: "you are a young man with a great life in front of you let it not go to waste!" his father screams .But Robert has already made up his mind and so he ran away from home seeking new adventure's and the dream of becoming a great trader one day.
During that time he traveled to notorious countries. fought valiant monsters, traded gold for spices, even gotten into trouble traders for stealing there goods. Robert was a natural woodsmen, he lived of the land, nature was his friend. But no it was not enough Robert wanted more. Every night that he sleeps his dream of becoming a trader haunts him. One day as he was travelling the desert Lands. he found a maiden which Robert thinks of his true soul mate. But all went wrong. Robert cannot settle down. Still his dream haunts him, and that night he rides into the wind. After a day of exhaustion a Merchant approaches him and told him: "riches lies in the Land of Losavar" And so Robert rides to the Land of Losavar in hopes of perusing his dreams
( i hoped you liked it i tried to be original as possible and hopefully i get accepted ^^)
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In-game Name:espen11111
Age:16
Time zone/Location:GMT + 1 ( Oslo, Norway )
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Roleplay Name: Ivar Balzfik
Age: 29
Race:Bardjosen
Class:Swordman
Biography(250 words minimal):
The roots of Ivar began in the first age and since then they have always work as a guard. But the little town he lived in was poor, it was always cold and almost no food there. Every day he thought, he was going to die. He had just some family members to be with and keep him warm. After some years, all people from the north town were suggested to live in the town Bjardsoen. A horse driven car picked them on the way. Ivar was one of the first to jump in the car.
He and his family were squeezing tight together. All on the carriage got some melons to eat to the way to Bjardsoen. When they arrived they slept, the horse rider who controlled the horses said: “Everybody out!”
Everybody was excited to not wear a lot of clothes and could walk on the ground, not on snow or ice. So, they forgot Ivar’s family behind in the carriage. After a while the rider said: “Now we go, everybody get on or get off!” Ivar’s family was in deep sleep. So they were still in the horse carriage. The carriage was carrying on.
Ivar’s family woke up in the horse carriage and saw a sign where big letters was etched in: “The North’s Bjardsoen”. They were upset, they did't know what to do... but Ivar knew that they would come back so he did't mind. he got himself a house and a job and waits for them to come back.
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In-game Name:Stevewinrar
Age:18
Time zone/Location:-3:30 Newfoundland
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Roleplay Name: Stevran Shaleskin
Age: 25
Race: Kree
Class: Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):
A stout man fond of drink and industry. Stevran has been in the caves since birth, no matter if it was exploration or labor, he would be happy there anyways. Stevran, like any other true Kree, is fascinated with underground architecture. At age 17 he signed up for a expedition into uncharted territory, the goal was to establish a mountain fortress to survey and exploit the lands around it. 2 years later Stevran was forced to flee from the fortress. A group of miners hit a dungeon and was unable to stop the horde of monsters from within. The entire fortress was sealed off and the survivors inside were left to their fate. Stevran was lucky to escape in time, but still regrets not being able to save anyone who was left behind. He now hopes to find redemption by serving his superiors by carving out mountains for them and hopefully setting up another outpost. A kind man, who works best in groups, Stevran is great at making conversation and keeping worker morale up. Even though he is a strong-willed dwarf who isn't pushed around easily, he has developed and strong fear of monsters and will usually turn tale and run. He has a different sense of humour then most, and usually speaks his mind. These traits may make some love his company, but to the other more serious folk he is just an annoyance. He hopes to find riches and a new home during the next few years of his life.