We are a high fantasy RolePlay server/community, and unlike the other RP servers next door
we the admins strive to make this server all about you the players. We wanted to make the
players the main characters of the story, a person who can rule an entire race not just by
admins. We wanted to make sure that player's actions can change the course of the lore and
world. We have countless of great plugins that enhance the RP world like MagicSpells, Heros,
HeroChat and much much more! If you choose to apply, be ready to finally matter in the world
of Eternal Imperium.
World Map~[Click me]
Trailer~
Lore~ In the beginning of Imperium there were four dragons that roamed the land, each of the dragons ruled one element such as Suihou, the Dragon of Fire, Abraxas the dragon of water, Pythios the dragon of air, and Dracul the dragon of earth. Each of these Dragons are treated as Gods, worshiped by the different races to gain there epic power. But gaining the dragon’s power came with a price. To gain the power you became a warrior to the dragons to fight of the opposing races to gain there land and power.
As the need for the dragon’s power became stronger the war between each other grew as well. This need for power sparked the first Dragon War. This war lasted for decades, the blood shed that could be seen everywhere you walk. As the war grew the dragon’s decided to join into the fight. Using there epic power to crush there enemies to kill each other. There was no stopping this war until one dragon was left on Imperium.
After fifty years of war and blood shed passed one decided to step up to the dragons. One decided to put an end to the Dragon’s ruling. This being was named Damaru; he was one of the last Dragon Warriors of Imperium, and the only key to stop the ruling of the dragons. As he uptamed the Dragon Slaying Sabre which had the dragon’s epic power Damaru went off to seek an end to this war. He did not stop to an enemy; he kept pushing forward challenging death himself. As he had the Dragon sword Sabre he could not be stopped by any peasant dragon servants. Damaru went off to each of the dragon’s thrones and challenged them to a fight. The fight against the Dragons lasted for years, but the great warrior did not quit on stopping the dragons. For every swing of the Sabre and every blood of the dragons that dripped down, the being that held the sword became stronger by removing the dragon’s powers and storing it into the user.
With the Dragons dead it created an opportunity for the fighting to stop. Although officially written down as the war being over, this only led the war and its races into a Cold War. A time held together by uneasy and, brittle at best, peace and ceasefire treaties. The races still continued to hate one another and still worshipped their fallen Gods.
Rules~
NO griefing!
NO stealing!
NO whining!
NO spam! We dont want to see your letter smashing.
NO hacking/modding. We have a plugin to detect if you attempt to speed-hack or fly-hack.
Keep buildings reasonable/realistic, we dont want to see hovering structure or 1x1 towers ANYWHERE. Hovering towers can be an exception IF you are part of or are affiliated with a specific Faction.
Replant trees once cut, we dont want to have strange patches of open fields for no reason, or hovering half tress.
Roleplay is ENFORCED! This means you have to roleplay at all times unless said otherwise by an Operator.
Have a REALISTIC SKIN! (Or one that fits the lore.).
Do NOT have an overpowering character, meaning you cannot kill somebody in one sweep, or you cannot have crazy powers to make yourself invincible!
Your house can be sold away from you if you are not on for a specified amount of time. To avoid this, put a sign on your house explaining why you might be gone.
To start a Village/City, You must ask Administration before doing so. You cannot start a Village/City without Administrator consent. You cannot claim a Village/City that already exists, or has already been claimed. If the city is not claimed, and you wish to claim it, contact Administration.
Special Code: Y#42
Wearing Armor in a non-threatening situation is not permitted.
Minecraft Username:
Roleplay Name:
Character Race:
Profession: Job: City:
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Your Character’s Goal in Life:
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]
Special Code:
Donations~
--5$ - 11 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot --10$ - 22 exp. Bottles / Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Iron Tool Set --15$ - 44 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession/ x2 Iron Tool Set --20$ - 88 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank / Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession and Class/ Diamond Tool Set/ Donator Elite Spell --50 or above- 176 exp. Bottles/ Legendary Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession and Class/ x3 Diamond Tool Set/ Able to have your own Grand Castle and City/ Able to create a serious Event/ x2 Elite Spell/ Your name written in the Legendary Hall of Evolutionary Role Players
Minecraft Username: Wizim Roleplay Name: Aria Seri Silencia Character Race: Sightan Profession: Cleric Job: Alchemist City: Aerie Vale Physical Appearance: Here Personality: Varies on the weather. More like her mood, ect.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Learning to be able to support those around her, in any way possible.
Backstory: Aria came into the town when she was very young, no more then 3 years old. Her farther was a carpenter, Her mother a Baker. Her mother vanished when she was just a little over 6 years old, and her father committed a year later. After the death of her father, she was taken in by a neighborhood cleric, and was taught in her ways.
She's still learning, and has a long way to go before she can call herself a master at it, she can only hope that she can accomplish the task. She works hard every day in the hopes she can become someone like here mother, who she barely remembers, yet knows she took care of everyone around her. She plans on taking a trip to Shanggalee in hopes of finding some more books to help in her studies. Special Code: Y#42
Minecraft Username: Wizim Roleplay Name: Aria Seri Silencia Character Race: Sightan Profession: Cleric Job: Alchemist City: Aerie Vale Physical Appearance: Here Personality: Varies on the weather. More like her mood, ect.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Learning to be able to support those around her, in any way possible.
Backstory: Aria came into the town when she was very young, no more then 3 years old. Her farther was a carpenter, Her mother a Baker. Her mother vanished when she was just a little over 6 years old, and her father committed a year later. After the death of her father, she was taken in by a neighborhood cleric, and was taught in her ways.
She's still learning, and has a long way to go before she can call herself a master at it, she can only hope that she can accomplish the task. She works hard every day in the hopes she can become someone like here mother, who she barely remembers, yet knows she took care of everyone around her. She plans on taking a trip to Shanggalee in hopes of finding some more books to help in her studies. Special Code: Y#42
Welcome to the imperuim, you are accepted (Sorry travis, she was on the server and didn't want her to wait to be accepted)
Minecraft Username: Skullcatron
Roleplay Name: Elloel Longmon
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric Job: Miner City:Solitude
Physical Appearance:Golden/black striped Jacket, with a Monocle, used for observation, aswell with a blackish-hair, Slenderish-like, with a pearl-black eyes, and a average-pant Personality: Calm, kindness, Sadistic-like, lonely
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Did not know his true purposes.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] When Elloel, and his brother, Xalador grew up in the City of Solitude, their lives was terrible, as they faced the life of a beggar, Their parent abandoned them in the street, as if they're like but bunch of disgusting looking dogs, to be spitted on, As Xalador and Elloel grew, They progresses their lives as Thieves, and stealing people's thing, However Elloel, unlike xalador, is a terrible thief, Usually get caught quickly, and get beaten for stealing, and usually bullied by bigger kids, because of his weak-willed, His brother, Xalador, stands there, watches Elloel get beaten up half-todeath, facing suffering, and fears. As time progresses on, Elloel met a Librarian, who is closing up his library, to move to another town, Elloel want to learn how to read, therfore the Librarian taught Elloel how to read, and write aswell. When Xalador and Elloel became age of 24, Xalador went around, and become a Hired assassin, while Elloel have no major goal, He only have nothing special to do, althrough his reputation get worsen when Xalador commit dark crimes, And now that is his own story.
Special Code Y#48
Physical Appearance: Xalador is a hooded figure.With a dark black robe. And a skull mask under his Hood. With a ocean blue eyes and A Mix of black and blue Gauntlets and Boots he also has Pure black armour underneath his Cloak. With a long katana on his back. He is also quite skinny and tall.
Personality: A Selfish Man, He barely talks. He prefers Violence to Speech. He gets easily aggrovated. If he gets insulted he will most likely try to kill them. However his Twin Elloel always pulls him out of fights and tries to calm Xalador down.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Xalador doesn't have goals. He only cares about Killing.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] Xalador was born in Soltiude with his brother Elloel.They where twins but didn't really look the same as eachother like most twins. They where left on the streets at birth. They begged for many. Where forced to become thieves as they progressed through life. But Xalador had anger inside of him. Of how his parents abandoned him and his brother. He began training in parkour and acrobatics. After he became elite at them. He moved onto Swords. Katanas in particular.
As he became 24. Xalador thought he was trained enough, He started slaughtering people on the Wanted boards. He interigated people if they know his parents He did anything he could do to find his Parents so he can torture them. While they scream for death. He would slowly and painfully torture them. He eventually found someone by the name of Jao Lington. He knew his parents. Xalador tortured him till he told him. He did and then Xalador shoved a sword into Jao's throat and ran off.
He came to a warehouse. However it was guarded. So Xalador looked up at the night sky. And he screamed at the top of his voice "HELP!" Then he quickly ran off. As the guards came over. Xalador snook behind them and sweeped his long katana accross there necks and they dropped to the floor dead. He then proceeded onto the Warehouse. Kicking the door open, He killed dozens of guards until he found his parents. He rushed at them slit his mothers throat and then slowly and painfully cut his fathers legs of and left him to blead. Xalador's objective was complete. Now he is a Hired Assassin.
Minecraft Username: Skullcatron
Roleplay Name: Elloel Longmon
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric Job: Miner City:Solitude
Physical Appearance:Golden/black striped Jacket, with a Monocle, used for observation, aswell with a blackish-hair, Slenderish-like, with a pearl-black eyes, and a average-pant Personality: Calm, kindness, Sadistic-like, lonely
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Did not know his true purposes.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] When Elloel, and his brother, Xalador grew up in the City of Solitude, their lives was terrible, as they faced the life of a beggar, Their parent abandoned them in the street, as if they're like but bunch of disgusting looking dogs, to be spitted on, As Xalador and Elloel grew, They progresses their lives as Thieves, and stealing people's thing, However Elloel, unlike xalador, is a terrible thief, Usually get caught quickly, and get beaten for stealing, and usually bullied by bigger kids, because of his weak-willed, His brother, Xalador, stands there, watches Elloel get beaten up half-todeath, facing suffering, and fears. As time progresses on, Elloel met a Librarian, who is closing up his library, to move to another town, Elloel want to learn how to read, therfore the Librarian taught Elloel how to read, and write aswell. When Xalador and Elloel became age of 24, Xalador went around, and become a Hired assassin, while Elloel have no major goal, He only have nothing special to do, althrough his reputation get worsen when Xalador commit dark crimes, And now that is his own story.
Special Code Y#48
Physical Appearance: Blond hair but usually wears his helmet. Tall and wears a armor with red cloth.
Personality: A person you would want on your side in a fight. He is good natured and loved having fun.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To become a well know and liked individual.
Backstory: Darith was born and raised in solitude. He Loved to fight and help people so when he became closer to adolescence he did anything to become a soldier. His mother was killed during a hunting trip he had with his family because of bandits
His father never forgave himself for letting it happen and left for the wilderness and never came back. Darith trained but never reached becoming a knight. He went on a search for someone who could teach him.
Minecraft Username: Sukimaru Roleplay Name: Nick Tolmun Character Race:Human Profession: Rogue Job: Weaponsmith City: Solitude Physical Appearance: Wears a grey and blue jacket.Under his hood are brown eyes and hair.Wears a silver buckle for tribute to his adopter. Personality:Shy,but energetic with friends. Helps out homeless people by giving them something even though he can't afford to. Turns confident when situation turns to be something of life and death. Your Character’s Goal in Life: To avenge his adopter and himself,help others anyway he could,and to somehow be known for what he does. Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]Nick was born somewhere out in the wild. It wasn't just a farm in the middle of nowhere,but a small village that was unheard of.He was a shy boy who didn't really talk to others but his friends and his parents. He loved joking around with his friends,as he was quite a comedian.It was a happy life,until he found himself uncared for and forced to run. A group of bandits raided the village and killed the people he loved,as well as many others.The reason of what led the bandits was unknown,though he knew he could find out why they chose that area. Nick ran and ran like there was no tomorrow.The sadness of knowing that he was alone made him somehow like blue. He kept running for years,having to learn how to survive in the wild as well as fight with a sharpened stick at the age of 6. He used these skills until he was 14,where he found the city of Solitude. He was adopted by a kind weaponsmith who saw him sleeping out in the streets where the thieves hunted upon. Nick was taught how to handle a sword and surprisingly was the best student the weaponsmith had,for he had a part-time job at a knight school ( He only taught swords ). Nick slowly forgot the reason why he was at Solitude. When Nick turned 21,the weaponsmith gave him the best sword he has crafted,the Dirkmunsol,aswell as a silver buckle that the weaponsmith wore when he was a child.The Dirkmunsol was a sword,though many mistaken it as a dagger. The weaponsmith also taught Nick of the ways of smithing weapons. Nick learned fast as he did when his parents home schooled him a long time ago. Nick could've had a peaceful life in Solitude,but someone put a bounty on his adopter's safe,which had the currency equal to 10,000 knight's swords. His adopter soon became bankrupt and Nick had nowhere to go. He started to pick-pocket people as he was unknown at the time. He got enough money to support his adopter as well as get the business of weaponsmithing back up. He made a couple of friends during deals. He now looks for ways of finding the bandits that raided his village,as well as the one who stole his adopter's money. Also,when he can,he randomly helps people in need,as well as making new friends,for he knows that he can't make it alone. Special Code: Y#42
Minecraft Username: Jimmydeansauce
Roleplay Name: Sanguine
Character Race: Sightan
Profession: Rogue Job: Weaponsmith City: Aerie Vale
Physical Appearance: Normal in stature, Sanguine carries himself with an air of distrust, on occasion looking around to see if nobody is watching. A shock of long, violet hair cascades down each temple and over his striking grey eyes as he scans the wilderness for enemies, hand on the hilt of his sword.
Personality: Cynical, distrusting, quiet.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To seek challenges to overcome, though someday he hopes he will be granted a purpose sent by Pythios himself.
Backstory: Born in a shack in the wilderness to a nomadic Sightan family, Sanguine's early childhood is shrouded in mystery, though it is known that his father, a renowned weaponsmith and respected veteran who survived the Dragon Wars, had taught him well in the ways of stealth and swordplay. [Text is effing up, my bad] And when Sanguine was deemed fit of age, his father began to train him in the art of bladesmithing--Sanguine proved very proficient in this endeavor, and crafted many a beautiful blade from the abundant diamonds found in the nearby hills, which were brought in by the nomadic miners in bucket-loads. But lo, tragedy was soon to strike. Word came one day into the peaceful tent village: a gem had been found in the hills. One of the miners had uncovered a small cavern in which ancient, monolithic ruins stood, relics of a forgotten time and age. He had dashed his way into the city, pilfering thousands upon thousands of gems, until he was met with a terrible fate: on a rocky ledge, far out of reach, there rested a gem, glowing with magenta hues brighter than the sun itself. The miner had attempted to reach the gem, but had failed, and with his diamonds had fallen into a deep abyss. And so for miles around farmers, artisans, and miners alike gathered to admire this gemstone, a marvelous, purple rock, but nobody dared to touch it for it was still far out of reach. And alas came the time when young Sanguine himself came with his father, both on a quest to catch a glimpse of this marvelous stone. They pushed their way through the crowd until they stood on the very ledge, directly adjacent to the wall where the violet gem sat mockingly on a pedestal at the far side of the cavern. Sanguine's father was an ambitious man, and announced to the crowd that he would collect the rock, and keep it for his own. The crowd gathered, with whispers of "he's going to do it! He's going to get the stone!" and Sanguine's father, summoning all the air magic he could muster, leapt from the ledge. The onlookers gasped, but a breeze wafted up from the abyss and lifted his body up high and safely to the other side. He triumphantly stood, made a bow, and grabbed hold of the glistening stone. He looked at it for a second, then tossed it across the chasm to Sanguine, who held it in his hands, almost trembling in its majesty. But it was immediately obvious that something was wrong! For behold, the ground began to shake and the pillars began to crumble. The crowd fled from the cave and screamed in terror, but Sanguine stayed, cradling the gem, eyes locked on his father who stayed on the other side of the chasm. His father desperately tried to cast another spell, but it was too late: a massive, draconian limb, attached to some unknown creature of ancient times, stretched from the abyss and in an instant pulled the ground out from under him. Sanguine was forced to run, forever haunted by his father's shouts of "save me!" The underground city had collapsed, and Sanguine, moaning, made his way back to the village. Many had died from the cave collapse; it was a sad day. Immediately, the young Sightan began work on a new sword. It would be a blade crafted from the violet gem itself, fused with diamonds from the hills. He toiled for hours, letting out his rage and fury, and carved from the stone a gorgeous blade, one that could cut through steel and stone in a single swipe. It sparkled and glowed violet, the guard forming the very visage of the creature Sanguine now vowed to destroy. He christened the weapon "Andurzhang, Sunless Blade Of The West," and when he was done forging his masterpiece, he returned to the cave--or at least, what remained of it, for the cavern was completely swollen shut by fallen rock. But Sanguine swore he could hear rumblings from beneath the impenetrable surface. "Beast! Reveal thineself to me! For I shall take vengeance for my father!" Sanguine cried, raising his blade to the face of the hill. And the rumbling increased, at long last a giant, archaic monster stood before him. But Sanguine did not fear... the blade sent a power through his veins he did not know existed, a primal adrenaline which set him in motion. The monster roared and lunged, but Sanguine ducked and slashed his blade through the air. Off came the arm of the beast, and it screeched and dove at him. Sanguine dove into the fray, and the two lunged about: a tiny Sightan against a beast that seemed hundreds of feet high. But at last, Sanguine managed to drive Andurzhang into the heart of the monster, and it was flung to the ground, slinking off into the cave and into the abyss, never to be seen again. But this was not enough for Sanguine. He clutched the ground in anguish and screamed to his god, asking that he could slay the beast and avenge his dead father. His prayers were alas in vain. The beast never revealed itself to him again, though for many days he tried unearthing the cave, stone-by-stone, crazed by his own disappointment and lust for honor and revenge. After many days, he left the village, and now he wanders the world, Andurzhang at his belt, seeking new challenges to win in his father's name. And yet, the sword itself, infused with the ancient gem; it has changed him somehow. It manipulates his mind and has been giving him strange visions. Where these visions will lead him, only time will tell... Special Code: Y#42
IP: 208.115.205.170:25592
Come join the server while you wait for your application to be accepted!
Website: http://eternalimperium.enjin.com/home
Owner: Comander_Cody
Admins: Xboxhobo - wjb114 - hekset
What are we?~
We are a high fantasy RolePlay server/community, and unlike the other RP servers next door
we the admins strive to make this server all about you the players. We wanted to make the
players the main characters of the story, a person who can rule an entire race not just by
admins. We wanted to make sure that player's actions can change the course of the lore and
world. We have countless of great plugins that enhance the RP world like MagicSpells, Heros,
HeroChat and much much more! If you choose to apply, be ready to finally matter in the world
of Eternal Imperium.
World Map~ [Click me]
Trailer~
Lore~ In the beginning of Imperium there were four dragons that roamed the land, each of the dragons ruled one element such as Suihou, the Dragon of Fire, Abraxas the dragon of water, Pythios the dragon of air, and Dracul the dragon of earth. Each of these Dragons are treated as Gods, worshiped by the different races to gain there epic power. But gaining the dragon’s power came with a price. To gain the power you became a warrior to the dragons to fight of the opposing races to gain there land and power.
As the need for the dragon’s power became stronger the war between each other grew as well. This need for power sparked the first Dragon War. This war lasted for decades, the blood shed that could be seen everywhere you walk. As the war grew the dragon’s decided to join into the fight. Using there epic power to crush there enemies to kill each other. There was no stopping this war until one dragon was left on Imperium.
After fifty years of war and blood shed passed one decided to step up to the dragons. One decided to put an end to the Dragon’s ruling. This being was named Damaru; he was one of the last Dragon Warriors of Imperium, and the only key to stop the ruling of the dragons. As he uptamed the Dragon Slaying Sabre which had the dragon’s epic power Damaru went off to seek an end to this war. He did not stop to an enemy; he kept pushing forward challenging death himself. As he had the Dragon sword Sabre he could not be stopped by any peasant dragon servants. Damaru went off to each of the dragon’s thrones and challenged them to a fight. The fight against the Dragons lasted for years, but the great warrior did not quit on stopping the dragons. For every swing of the Sabre and every blood of the dragons that dripped down, the being that held the sword became stronger by removing the dragon’s powers and storing it into the user.
With the Dragons dead it created an opportunity for the fighting to stop. Although officially written down as the war being over, this only led the war and its races into a Cold War. A time held together by uneasy and, brittle at best, peace and ceasefire treaties. The races still continued to hate one another and still worshipped their fallen Gods.
Rules~
NO griefing!
NO stealing!
NO whining!
NO spam! We dont want to see your letter smashing.
NO hacking/modding. We have a plugin to detect if you attempt to speed-hack or fly-hack.
Keep buildings reasonable/realistic, we dont want to see hovering structure or 1x1 towers ANYWHERE. Hovering towers can be an exception IF you are part of or are affiliated with a specific Faction.
Replant trees once cut, we dont want to have strange patches of open fields for no reason, or hovering half tress.
Roleplay is ENFORCED! This means you have to roleplay at all times unless said otherwise by an Operator.
Have a REALISTIC SKIN! (Or one that fits the lore.).
Do NOT have an overpowering character, meaning you cannot kill somebody in one sweep, or you cannot have crazy powers to make yourself invincible!
Your house can be sold away from you if you are not on for a specified amount of time. To avoid this, put a sign on your house explaining why you might be gone.
To start a Village/City, You must ask Administration before doing so. You cannot start a Village/City without Administrator consent. You cannot claim a Village/City that already exists, or has already been claimed. If the city is not claimed, and you wish to claim it, contact Administration.
Special Code: Y#42
Wearing Armor in a non-threatening situation is not permitted.
Respect ALL staff/Players
Races~ Note use these skins as guidelines
Humans- No magic- Most tech advanced (war ships)
--------(Skin- Any Human Skin)
Starting Spells~
- Farm
- NONE
- NONE
Fire Imp- Born in Fire Nation- uses fire magic-
--------(Skin 1- http://www.planetmin...flame-atronach/)
--------(Skin 2 - http://www.planetmin...-rings-request/)
Starting Spells~
- Lightwalk
- Combust
- Fireball
Golem- Born in Earth Nation- uses earth magic-
--------(Skin 1- http://www.planetmin...e-golem-579342/)
--------(Skin 2 - http://www.planetmin...n/stone-golem-/)
Starting Spells~
- Walkway
- Entomb
- wall
Trition- Born in Water Nation- uses water magic
--------(Skin 1 - http://www.planetmin...eature-contest/)
--------(Skin 2 - http://www.minecraft...in/962/fishman/)
Starting Spells~
- Frostwalk
- Heal
- Drainlife
Sightan- Born in Air Nation- uses air magic
--------(Skin 1 - http://www.planetmin...oon-elf-female/)
--------(Skin 2- http://www.planetmin.../moon-elf-male/)
Starting Spells~
- Carpet
- Lighting
- Forcepush
Cities~
---- City of Imperium (Capital City of the Humans)
---- Solitude (2nd City of the Humans)
--- Dragon Tooth (Capital City of the Fire Imps)
--- Phoenix Temple (Temple of the Fire Imps)
--- Abraxas Hold (Capital City of the Tritions)
--- Stone Edge (2nd City of the Tritions)
--- Shanggalee (Capital City of the Sightans)
--- Aerie Vale (2nd City of the Sightans)
--- Jutens Deep (Capital of the Golems)
--- Cliffs End (2nd City of the Golems)
Profession~
Warrior- Wears iron armor and below - iron sword and below - self buffs/offensive skills
Rogue- Wears leather armor - diamond swords and below - fast hit points skills
Archer- Wears leather armor - stone swords and below/bow - area effective skills
Cleric- Wears diamond armor and below - stone swords and below - party buff skills/heal
Jobs ~
-- Alchemist
-- Blacksmith
-- Baker
-- Enchanter
-- Farmer
-- Fisherman
-- Miner
-- Soldier
-- Toolmaker
-- Weaponsmith
-- Woodsman
Application~
Minecraft Username:
Roleplay Name:
Character Race:
Profession:
Job:
City:
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Your Character’s Goal in Life:
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]
Special Code:
Donations~
--5$ - 11 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot
--10$ - 22 exp. Bottles / Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Iron Tool Set
--15$ - 44 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession/ x2 Iron Tool Set
--20$ - 88 exp. Bottles/ Donator Rank / Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession and Class/ Diamond Tool Set/ Donator Elite Spell
--50 or above- 176 exp. Bottles/ Legendary Donator Rank/ Reserved Slot/ Changeable Profession and Class/ x3 Diamond Tool Set/ Able to have your own Grand Castle and City/ Able to create a serious Event/ x2 Elite Spell/ Your name written in the Legendary Hall of Evolutionary Role Players
Roleplay Name: Aria Seri Silencia
Character Race: Sightan
Profession: Cleric
Job: Alchemist
City: Aerie Vale
Physical Appearance: Here
Personality: Varies on the weather. More like her mood, ect.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Learning to be able to support those around her, in any way possible.
Backstory: Aria came into the town when she was very young, no more then 3 years old. Her farther was a carpenter, Her mother a Baker. Her mother vanished when she was just a little over 6 years old, and her father committed a year later. After the death of her father, she was taken in by a neighborhood cleric, and was taught in her ways.
She's still learning, and has a long way to go before she can call herself a master at it, she can only hope that she can accomplish the task. She works hard every day in the hopes she can become someone like here mother, who she barely remembers, yet knows she took care of everyone around her. She plans on taking a trip to Shanggalee in hopes of finding some more books to help in her studies.
Special Code: Y#42
Roleplay Name: Elloel Longmon
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric
Job: Miner
City:Solitude
Physical Appearance:Golden/black striped Jacket, with a Monocle, used for observation, aswell with a blackish-hair, Slenderish-like, with a pearl-black eyes, and a average-pant
Personality: Calm, kindness, Sadistic-like, lonely
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Did not know his true purposes.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] When Elloel, and his brother, Xalador grew up in the City of Solitude, their lives was terrible, as they faced the life of a beggar, Their parent abandoned them in the street, as if they're like but bunch of disgusting looking dogs, to be spitted on,
As Xalador and Elloel grew, They progresses their lives as Thieves, and stealing people's thing, However Elloel, unlike xalador, is a terrible thief, Usually get caught quickly, and get beaten for stealing, and usually bullied by bigger kids, because of his weak-willed, His brother, Xalador, stands there, watches Elloel get beaten up half-todeath, facing suffering, and fears. As time progresses on, Elloel met a Librarian, who is closing up his library, to move to another town, Elloel want to learn how to read, therfore the Librarian taught Elloel how to read, and write aswell.
When Xalador and Elloel became age of 24, Xalador went around, and become a Hired assassin, while Elloel have no major goal, He only have nothing special to do, althrough his reputation get worsen when Xalador commit dark crimes, And now that is his own story.
Special Code Y#48
Guess!!!
ACCEPTED!
ACCEPTED!
I bet it's a Death knight or the unholy knight!
Roleplay Name: Darith Argo
Character Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Job: Soldier
City: Solitude
Physical Appearance: Blond hair but usually wears his helmet. Tall and wears a armor with red cloth.
Personality: A person you would want on your side in a fight. He is good natured and loved having fun.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To become a well know and liked individual.
Backstory: Darith was born and raised in solitude. He Loved to fight and help people so when he became closer to adolescence he did anything to become a soldier. His mother was killed during a hunting trip he had with his family because of bandits
His father never forgave himself for letting it happen and left for the wilderness and never came back. Darith trained but never reached becoming a knight. He went on a search for someone who could teach him.
Special Code: Y#42
Roleplay Name: Nick Tolmun
Character Race:Human
Profession: Rogue
Job: Weaponsmith
City: Solitude
Physical Appearance: Wears a grey and blue jacket.Under his hood are brown eyes and hair.Wears a silver buckle for tribute to his adopter.
Personality:Shy,but energetic with friends. Helps out homeless people by giving them something even though he can't afford to. Turns confident when situation turns to be something of life and death.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To avenge his adopter and himself,help others anyway he could,and to somehow be known for what he does.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]Nick was born somewhere out in the wild. It wasn't just a farm in the middle of nowhere,but a small village that was unheard of.He was a shy boy who didn't really talk to others but his friends and his parents. He loved joking around with his friends,as he was quite a comedian.It was a happy life,until he found himself uncared for and forced to run. A group of bandits raided the village and killed the people he loved,as well as many others.The reason of what led the bandits was unknown,though he knew he could find out why they chose that area.
Nick ran and ran like there was no tomorrow.The sadness of knowing that he was alone made him somehow like blue. He kept running for years,having to learn how to survive in the wild as well as fight with a sharpened stick at the age of 6. He used these skills until he was 14,where he found the city of Solitude. He was adopted by a kind weaponsmith who saw him sleeping out in the streets where the thieves hunted upon. Nick was taught how to handle a sword and surprisingly was the best student the weaponsmith had,for he had a part-time job at a knight school ( He only taught swords ). Nick slowly forgot the reason why he was at Solitude. When Nick turned 21,the weaponsmith gave him the best sword he has crafted,the Dirkmunsol,aswell as a silver buckle that the weaponsmith wore when he was a child.The Dirkmunsol was a sword,though many mistaken it as a dagger. The weaponsmith also taught Nick of the ways of smithing weapons. Nick learned fast as he did when his parents home schooled him a long time ago. Nick could've had a peaceful life in Solitude,but someone put a bounty on his adopter's safe,which had the currency equal to 10,000 knight's swords. His adopter soon became bankrupt and Nick had nowhere to go. He started to pick-pocket people as he was unknown at the time. He got enough money to support his adopter as well as get the business of weaponsmithing back up. He made a couple of friends during deals. He now looks for ways of finding the bandits that raided his village,as well as the one who stole his adopter's money. Also,when he can,he randomly helps people in need,as well as making new friends,for he knows that he can't make it alone.
Special Code: Y#42
Roleplay Name: Sanguine
Character Race: Sightan
Profession: Rogue
Job: Weaponsmith
City: Aerie Vale
Physical Appearance: Normal in stature, Sanguine carries himself with an air of distrust, on occasion looking around to see if nobody is watching. A shock of long, violet hair cascades down each temple and over his striking grey eyes as he scans the wilderness for enemies, hand on the hilt of his sword.
Personality: Cynical, distrusting, quiet.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To seek challenges to overcome, though someday he hopes he will be granted a purpose sent by Pythios himself.
Backstory: Born in a shack in the wilderness to a nomadic Sightan family, Sanguine's early childhood is shrouded in mystery, though it is known that his father, a renowned weaponsmith and respected veteran who survived the Dragon Wars, had taught him well in the ways of stealth and swordplay. [Text is effing up, my bad] And when Sanguine was deemed fit of age, his father began to train him in the art of bladesmithing--Sanguine proved very proficient in this endeavor, and crafted many a beautiful blade from the abundant diamonds found in the nearby hills, which were brought in by the nomadic miners in bucket-loads.
But lo, tragedy was soon to strike. Word came one day into the peaceful tent village: a gem had been found in the hills. One of the miners had uncovered a small cavern in which ancient, monolithic ruins stood, relics of a forgotten time and age. He had dashed his way into the city, pilfering thousands upon thousands of gems, until he was met with a terrible fate: on a rocky ledge, far out of reach, there rested a gem, glowing with magenta hues brighter than the sun itself. The miner had attempted to reach the gem, but had failed, and with his diamonds had fallen into a deep abyss. And so for miles around farmers, artisans, and miners alike gathered to admire this gemstone, a marvelous, purple rock, but nobody dared to touch it for it was still far out of reach.
And alas came the time when young Sanguine himself came with his father, both on a quest to catch a glimpse of this marvelous stone. They pushed their way through the crowd until they stood on the very ledge, directly adjacent to the wall where the violet gem sat mockingly on a pedestal at the far side of the cavern. Sanguine's father was an ambitious man, and announced to the crowd that he would collect the rock, and keep it for his own. The crowd gathered, with whispers of "he's going to do it! He's going to get the stone!" and Sanguine's father, summoning all the air magic he could muster, leapt from the ledge. The onlookers gasped, but a breeze wafted up from the abyss and lifted his body up high and safely to the other side. He triumphantly stood, made a bow, and grabbed hold of the glistening stone. He looked at it for a second, then tossed it across the chasm to Sanguine, who held it in his hands, almost trembling in its majesty.
But it was immediately obvious that something was wrong! For behold, the ground began to shake and the pillars began to crumble. The crowd fled from the cave and screamed in terror, but Sanguine stayed, cradling the gem, eyes locked on his father who stayed on the other side of the chasm. His father desperately tried to cast another spell, but it was too late: a massive, draconian limb, attached to some unknown creature of ancient times, stretched from the abyss and in an instant pulled the ground out from under him. Sanguine was forced to run, forever haunted by his father's shouts of "save me!"
The underground city had collapsed, and Sanguine, moaning, made his way back to the village. Many had died from the cave collapse; it was a sad day. Immediately, the young Sightan began work on a new sword. It would be a blade crafted from the violet gem itself, fused with diamonds from the hills. He toiled for hours, letting out his rage and fury, and carved from the stone a gorgeous blade, one that could cut through steel and stone in a single swipe. It sparkled and glowed violet, the guard forming the very visage of the creature Sanguine now vowed to destroy. He christened the weapon "Andurzhang, Sunless Blade Of The West," and when he was done forging his masterpiece, he returned to the cave--or at least, what remained of it, for the cavern was completely swollen shut by fallen rock. But Sanguine swore he could hear rumblings from beneath the impenetrable surface.
"Beast! Reveal thineself to me! For I shall take vengeance for my father!" Sanguine cried, raising his blade to the face of the hill. And the rumbling increased, at long last a giant, archaic monster stood before him. But Sanguine did not fear... the blade sent a power through his veins he did not know existed, a primal adrenaline which set him in motion. The monster roared and lunged, but Sanguine ducked and slashed his blade through the air. Off came the arm of the beast, and it screeched and dove at him. Sanguine dove into the fray, and the two lunged about: a tiny Sightan against a beast that seemed hundreds of feet high. But at last, Sanguine managed to drive Andurzhang into the heart of the monster, and it was flung to the ground, slinking off into the cave and into the abyss, never to be seen again.
But this was not enough for Sanguine. He clutched the ground in anguish and screamed to his god, asking that he could slay the beast and avenge his dead father. His prayers were alas in vain. The beast never revealed itself to him again, though for many days he tried unearthing the cave, stone-by-stone, crazed by his own disappointment and lust for honor and revenge.
After many days, he left the village, and now he wanders the world, Andurzhang at his belt, seeking new challenges to win in his father's name. And yet, the sword itself, infused with the ancient gem; it has changed him somehow. It manipulates his mind and has been giving him strange visions. Where these visions will lead him, only time will tell...
Special Code: Y#42
:|
Thank you
APPLY!