The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN: Sam167899
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have had several years of roleplaying experience, though I am unable to recall just how long. For someone who is just barely moving into their more complicated chapters of their life, having the ability to live in a virtual place as a different person is priceless. That you are able to take on the perspective of someone that you aren’t is like being able to live a second life. Not only can you learn from mistakes or past experiences, but you can also try things out that you wouldn’t be comfortable doing in reality. It is a very important aspect to my life I’d say. Through the experiences I’ve had with roleplay, it has moulded the person I am today.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power gaming - When one would perform an action onto another, which would also force outcomes AND actions of the said person. An example being where a player attacks another player in a way where the targeted player cannot react, either blocking or dodging. The player forces the other player to take the strike without any consideration for the other player's actions. Another scenario would be the same player forcing the other player to die, no matter how much medical care they may receive. Such a scene should be moderated by a staff member, who would, or at least should, be the un-biased judgement on whether the strike, hopefully not a power-gamed strike, was fatal or not.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta gaming – When/where a persona has knowledge that would otherwise be beyond their comprehension. The persona would be breaking the wall that separates him/her from their world from another.
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Role playing – When a conscious being takes the place of another, taking upon its embodiments and actions. This can be done in so many ways and so many purposes. One could act as another’s ally with the intent of betraying them later on, or perhaps a predator who walks in the steps of its prey.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Kiyashi Tamago
-Character race:
Human
-Character gender:
Male
-Character age:
23
-Character Occupation
Wanderer
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Kiyashi has the young look of a man, eyes filled with determination and fire. This is the face of a man much like a blank canvas ready to burst with color. His hair and eyes are of oriental origin, dark lengthy hair and bold brown eyes. His complexion is somewhat pale, due to good protection from the sun in his early years. He is very well built, somewhat slim however. Intensive training required natural strength and agility with a very low fat content. He stands in a good posture, adding to his height of 5’7. His healthy diet resulted in his looks. As young as he is, maybe younger! Because his hair is rather long, he tends to tie it back, like a ponytail, so it looks like he has a paintbrush on his head. He used to wear traditional clothing back at the farm, but now, living in a city where they do not have that sort of style, he just wears whatever lets him blend in. There is one notable feature, which you won't see all the time, a nasty looking scar between his shoulder and collarbone.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Kiyashi was raised as a first-born. Most of the time he will look a very serious young man and it’ll almost seem like he never laughs. If you can manage to open him up however, it’s a very different story. He is one of those friends that never shuts up but inside, that’s what you enjoy most about them. Kiyashi almost never curses out loud or insults someone directly. Note: ALMOST. He is somewhat a kind hearted man and seems to always want to help around. The only time he will personally insult you aloud is if he really hates you. However, he always has this obsession with guilt tripping himself for some reason, so he will avoid taking actions where he will feel guilt at the end.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Kiyashi comes from a middle-classed oriental family of tenants. In fact, his family name originated from the long passed generation of farming, Tamago meaning egg. His story starts in a small hamlet near Barkamsted, the location his family had chosen to immigrant to. They came in hopes to start a rice farm, only to find the climate would not suit properly, so the family would suffer for almost a year on poor revenue. If not for their generous and friendly neighbors, it would likely have been the end of the Tamago family. They’d helped rework the farm, switching over to the locally grown crop, wheat, as well as set up some small carrot farms. It was not only due to this, but also Kiyashi’s undying spirit. He was the first-born of two and worked twice as hard as everyone else in his family. He held onto his hopes and would not let the rest of his family give up. Later into the years, when everyone else returned to themselves, it was due to his first-born title, he was held on higher standards and received much discipline. Much jealousy came from his younger sibling, as Kiyashi was the one who ‘saved the family’ and also the first born, but Kiyashi always loved and cared for him no matter what. Several more members would join the family; his younger cousins Ayaki, Ahn, Miyaki, and Hirozen. All of whom he loves dearly.
Although his birthplace was situated on a boring farm, ever so often there were highwaymen and bandits. Every member in his family, including his youngest cousin, Hirozen was trained in the martial arts. Kiyashi was expected to go by the way of the sword. His father, already a known warrior would become his teacher for the next several years. He would go through some of the most intensive and painful training in his young age.
It was however, because of this precaution his elders took, Kiyashi, as well as many of his siblings, were able to live. A small raiding party was going about the province near Barkamstead, and a few scouts infiltrated the area. Two goblins were rummaging through the storage house and even killed some livestock. Kiyashi, his brother and his cousin were assigned to collect eggs from the henhouse, but the two noticed the intruders. Kiyashi told Ayaki, his cousin, to warn the family of the intruders and his brother to stick close beside him. Ayaki took off without hesitation and the brothers drew arms. As they approached the storage house, they could smell blood as well as something decomposing. Inside, the goblins were feeding off a young calf, still alive and terrified. Milk jugs and eggs shattered, bags of feed torn, and blood splattered throughout the room. Hiroyuta, his brother, charges in with fury. “Wait!” Kiyashi calls out. There’s no stopping him now, as his brother goes to cut down the goblin to the right using his wakizashi. The goblin only gets the slightest look of his killer before going down. The second goblin watches in both horror and anger as his comrade befalls to a stab from a tanto. The goblin lets out a strange cry before Kiyashi dashes towards the goblin and slices his right ear in a single stroke. The goblin yelps in pain and falls onto his rear. “Where are you from and who sent you?” Kiyashi demands somewhat calmly. The goblin mocks his voice before a thrown tanto enters his skull. “What are you doing?” Kiyashi yells at his brother. “We were supposed to question him.” Hiroyuta simply shrugs, only then to hear the sound of horns. The brothers ran out the storage room to find a raiding party, its numbers ranging between 15 – 20, making its debut from the hills. It was mostly made of goblins and what looked like an orc. The orc gave a soundly roar before the enemy began charging towards the farm. Suddenly, an arrow whistles in the sunset sky and finds itself buried into vanguard goblin’s head. When the brothers turn to see where it had come from, it was the whole family, as well as many neighbors, with Ayaki at the front holding a bow. This returned spirit back into Kiyashi as he faces the enemy again. He gives out his battle cry before charging head on knowing his family is right behind him.
The first enemy Kiyashi cut down was a goblin. He continued dashing forward with his blade slashing ahead of him, he was going straight for who he’d thought was the leader of this party, a rather hefty looking orc with a large machete barking at everything. A reckless goblin rushes in front of Kiyashi wielding an improvised spear. He simply hits the spear upwards then slashes at the troll’s neck in a follow-up stroke. He is almost at the big orc now. As he closes in on the orc, something surprises Kiyashi. It was Hirozen who dashes towards him as slashes his left shoulder, then disappears into the fighting crowd. Was that really Hirozen? Kiyashi not paying attention was targeted by the large orc, who was preparing a single heave with his machete. Suddenly, his brother Hiroyuta rushes in to block the hit with his wakizashi, only for the machete to cut clean through his blade and right across his body. The orc laughs menacingly and kicks Hiroyuta’s body off his blade as Kiyashi watches in anguish. “What? Are you going to do something about it?” The adversary is unmistakeably an orc. Ripping inside with rage, Kiyashi dashes towards the orc, who tries to hit him with his free hand. But because of both Kiyashi’s agility and the orc’s clumsy speed, Kiyashi simply moves out the way to get behind the orc. The orc, while still trying to turn around, Kiyashi slashes in one clean stroke at both the calves of the orc, causing the orc to stumble. He then grasps the sword with both hands and thrusts the sword into the orc’s left shoulder. The orc roars in pain, dropping the machete and tries to grab behind him with his free hand, only for him to lose balance and start to fall backwards. Kiyashi withdraws the sword from its location in the orc and watches as the orc fall down. The orc can only watch as Kiyashi swings his blade to clean the head right off. After slaying the monster, Kiyashi sheaths his sword before rushing over to his fallen brother, as several goblins begin to surround him.
Then, something miraculous happened, reinforcements, some 25 - 30 men appeared onto the battleground, grabbing everyone’s attention. A horn trumpeted in the air, and the raiding party had no choice but to call a retreat. If the raiding party stayed any longer and information could be given. A few soldiers, mounted on horseback were ordered to chase or track down the surviving raiders. Then a valiant looking man, also mounted on a horse and likely the commander of the unit rides down to meet Kiyashi’s father, the head of the family. They speak for a while, perhaps five minutes, then they part. Father Tamago announces there is nothing to worry about and the damages will be taken care of by the man.
Kiyashi however is still mourning for his fallen brother on the field. Along with his brother were lost his uncle Hiriko, his cousin Ahn, and several neighbors. The dead were buried in that very bloody night. He never forgave himself for letting his brother die.
Several weeks later, Kiyashi would be informed that he was going to be moving to the city. He was the first to go as he was the eldest and was going to be the foundation as well as the pride of the family. Traditionally, Kiyashi is expected to surpass his predecessors, and to do so, he was to venture off into the bigger world.
As he goes on to live in the city, little does he know, at least for the moment, that his youngest cousin and sibling Hirozen, has just assassinated his father days after his departure.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Kiyashi had been watching the child follow him and rob him. However, he does not react in anger and even goes to act as if he had not noticed. As the child runs off, he does take note of his appearances and even tries to presume where the child is headed. He keeps a close watch of the child’s movements as he makes his way out the crowded marketplace towards the more open streets. ‘The child should be getting tired anytime soon.’ Kiyashi had been following him for a while now. ‘There you are.’ The child could be found panting in a narrow alley. Kiyashi goes in to engage conversation. “It’s a dark, very dark path you’re headed. You do know what the Pact is? Don’t you?” He watches the child’s eye fill with fear. Probably fear of punishment. He simply sighs. “Just keep it. I’ve better things to do than scolding children. Do me one and find other ways to survive.”
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Kiyashi has to give this a good look over. Knowing if he were to free the mother, she likely wouldn’t be able to tend to her pups in her condition anyways. However, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to slay the mother and profit off of her body, not to mention the pups. He also cannot just leave this scene alone, that would put him in the same guilt as the second option. There is only one thing he could do. There’s a risk the mother and her pups will die, but also a chance that everyone could gain from this. He heads back to town, leaving feint markings on trees so he could remember the way back. Kiyashi knows a huntress who might have use for the pups or perhaps may be able to save the mother, although it is also possible she could slay the wolves altogether. At least the fate of the wolves will no longer depend on him, as much.
This application is less than bare-bones. Your "paragraphs" are two to three sentences each, and there is absolutely no detail to be found anywhere. Even your descriptions gloss over basic details, such as "how tall is he?"
I'd like you to expand everything. For the backstory, include some of our lore. There was a destructive Pact War going on for most of your character's life; where was that? What other significant events have happened in his past that have helped shape him into the person he is today?
Finally, to note, the RP responses were for you to play out as your character. Please fill them out as such, thank you.
This application is less than bare-bones. Your "paragraphs" are two to three sentences each, and there is absolutely no detail to be found anywhere. Even your descriptions gloss over basic details, such as "how tall is he?"
I'd like you to expand everything. For the backstory, include some of our lore. There was a destructive Pact War going on for most of your character's life; where was that? What other significant events have happened in his past that have helped shape him into the person he is today?
Finally, to note, the RP responses were for you to play out as your character. Please fill them out as such, thank you.
Could we have a quick conversation via enjin dm or something? I'm sorry I just find it a little vague as you just say expand on everything.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Actually forget what I said, I edited the description, added a minor thing onto personality, a huge update to the biography, and totally changed the RP responses. I apologize but there was no detail stating the RP responses had to address what YOUR character would have done, so it would be nice if that was added to the format page.
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? I’ve been around on places like Uth and Alaurin for the past 5 years or so
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: The forcing of an action upon another player EX: /me slices (Guy 1) in half with sword.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: The use of information given OOCly used in RP. EX: Finding out the the kidnapper of your character's best friend through skype
-Define Role-Playing in your own words: Acting out situations through the eyes of a character you have made.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Holgar Yadrifind
-Character race: Dwarf
-Character gender: Male
-Character age: 68 Human
-Character Occupation: N/A
-Character description:
Holgar is a 4’5 dwarf. He has dark brown hair all over his body. He has a long beard braided into wonderful thick locks. On his head he has a traditional mohawk on top of his beautiful head. His body is muscular but very defined. He looks like a little ball of hardened meat with hair on it. His clothing is plain and simple. He wears a brown shirt with dark and boots. He has a small scar on his lower lips from trying eat a piece of sharp metal during his childhood. He has minor burn scaring up and down his arms from helping his father in the forge during his youth. He also has brown eyes.
-Character personality and traits: Holgar is a racist. He doesn’t like much of the other races that plague this world and would much rather see them be dropped into a large pit full of spiders that are on fire and made of metal. Other than that little fact he a very nice person. He can not speak common except for a few very minor phrases. He respects those who speak dwarven. He also tends to not have a filter to what he says.
-Character biography:
Holgar was born in the great Dwarven city of Thonduhm. His childhood was mainly spent helping his father in the forge and learning about the art of smithing and axe fighting. As he grew slightly older the threat of the Pacted war come closer and closer to home. His family was the one of the last dwarven groups to flee the city before its fall. Like many others before them, they made their way to the town of Barkamsted.
His family was able to do this via underground tunnels. These were dug out a very long time ago by dwarven miners who were looking for precious metals and gems.
Once he arrived in the town he noticed the people around him. The people, the races, and their different languages. He hated them all. His father told him that there are some being that should be alive and some that should die out of this world. It was watching all the febal races of Elves, mixed bloods, and Pact races during this time that he slowly had a hatred grown in him.
This racist spirit would grow and mold as he saw the weak ask for handouts. Why should he give things to those who don’t work for it? He would go onto meet a group of dwarves that shared similar views who wanted revenge on the Pact races
As time passed on and he reach a good hard age to go out fight. He was convinced by his very patriot friends to form a group of dwarven warriors, poorly sponsored by the Alliance, to go out and hunt try to disrupt enemy supplies in any way. Their losses were big and their targets small but they would get revenge on those who had taken his home. During his time of fighting he learned the true value of the other races around him. He once again watched as the weaker races fell to the beast races of the Pact. The only races he could trust we now very limited.
Over some time the small band of Dwarven guerrilla fighters slowly died with every mission from their lack of formal training. The family he had made, his friends, slowly died out. The few members left of this group joined up with the main Alliance forces.
During one of the larger battles for freedom. He was left for dead out in a sea of dead bodies. Being a stubborn dwarf, he simply refused to die. He would lay in that field until a group of humans came by and helped him recover. One of the races he hated for their ignorance had helped him. They fed, clothed, and gave him a warm place to sleep. He could not understand why they could/would ever do such a thing.
This left him at a point of confusion. Are other races like this? Was he blind to see the potential in everyone? Of course he wasn’t! He simple thought that only Humans, Dwarfs, and a few other races were the strong that must be kept alive.
He deiced that he wasn’t and joined up with the humans on their way back to the front. He would forever owe a life debt to the entire human race.
Nearing the end of the war he started growing tired of the constant movement of place to place. Realizing he wanted something more in life, he packed up his sword and went back to his mother and father. Upon his return he learned that his father had finally gave up a losing fight with the God of Death. He grieved long for his father. He picked up the old smithing hammer he would watch his father use and began to keep the legacy of his father still alive. Through this art, Holgar felt connected to his roots, his home, and his father.
As the war ended his mother passed away from old age, leaving Holgar alone in this world. He had not met anyone to call wife or had children to call his own. This left him in a state of emptiness. Wishing to fill this emptiness. He decided to move away from his family home and would bury the hammer his father onced used, in his father's grave. He sold his shop, bought an axe and a round shield.
Before leaving his home for the final time in his life, he looked back and wondered to himself. How will this new world I haven’t truly explored change me? How will the people view me? How will I be remembered? With these last few thoughts, he went to have the adventure of his life.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Holgar would notice the boy the moment he sprinted away. Not wanting to give up on a bit of his money he would attempt to chase after the thief. Of course being dwarf, he would not be fast enough to catch up to this person. He would eventually stop and would start swearing up a storm.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
He would look at the wolf and its pups and have only one thought. The hides would sell for a great price! He would kill the mother wolf and the pups then disarm the bear trap. He would proceed to skin the creatures and cut off the best parts of the wolf to sell or to eat. He would also take bear trap.
First thing to note is that I don’t feel like your power gaming definition is really to what it should mean. A Rice farm in itself wouldn’t be the easiest to maintain and would not be very profitable from the difficulty that comes from harvesting such a crop in this climate. I’d also like to note that the man that came down to speak (Your character's father) would not have been any major role in the army and said army that turned up would not have likely been of great size at that period of time, Due to your characters age it would have likely been towards the end of the pact war where armies weren’t as large.
Some Things I’d like you to change and improve on before I can let you onto the server, The first is that High-Elves have the same eye and hair color so your character having both green eyes and red hair wouldn’t work unless he dyes his hair, In which case please specify.
The next thing I’d like you to do is expand on your backstory, It doesn’t really give too much information. The paragraphs are a tad small and you don’t include any points in time that really help to define your character other than “He got bored.” Did he have any deep connections? Was his childhood decent? These are just two examples.
Hello Time, First off the bat I’d like you to expand upon your backstory, It doesn’t contain too much information and living on the outskirts of a forest growing up would have been dangerous, It’s been awhile since the end of the pact war but the dangers still loomed from nasty critters and roving bandit groups, I’d like to see if he faced any problems how this helped James develop as a character and how it affected his outcoming personality. Please expand upon these things.
I liked the integration of the war into your backstory and it gave a decent amount of insight into how the character has developed into who he is now, I appreciate that you gave time to mention that Geel didn’t just storm through this ravenous time and suffered from an extreme struggle against elements and hostiles. Look forward to seeing you on the server. If you wish to be added to the Skype OOC chat add me; ToxicPurpose. we announce events on there as well as on the Enjjin forums.
The first thing to note is your character description, I’d like you to expand upon it a bit more, explain what he wears regularly or if he has any unique marks like scars or even freckles.
The next is your biography you do not explain much about what happened in the time between what you’ve written, The Pact forces would have invaded Thondum in your characters quite early years rather than once he got older. Perhaps go into detail about how he managed to escape the underground mountain city and any special events in his lifetime that made an impact on Holgar.
This app is just short of being accepted. The only issue I have with it at present is Holgar's involvement with a guerrilla team. This implies him having a /lot/ of combat experience under his belt, being a master combatant, taking out pact camps, etcetera. Do not mistake me, I have no issue with you playing a character with combat experience. Just, in the interest of fairness, I would like you to tone it down. Thanks in advance!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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I have made the changes as requested.
Thank for taking the time to review applications, as I do see it as a very big hassle and that someone would take time to look through these is beyond me. I really appreciate it.
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have over fifteen years of pen and paper RPG experience which includes Dungeons and Dragons/Pathfinder, almost all of the White Wolf games, and many other systems. I've attended a local LARP on and off for about ten years with a club that emphasizes cooperation and interactive drama. Some time ago I was involved with one now-defunct Minecraft roleplay server, DFRP.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power gaming is not allowing one's character to fail. A power gamer's special character will always land that perfect blow, dodge that attack unharmed, and make his or her daring escape unhindered.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta-gaming is using one's real world knowledge to give an advantage to their character that they could not possibly have. This would be Urist the Dwarf inventing black powder in a bronze age setting because John the player has access to a Wikipedia.
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Role-playing is wearing the persona of your character, seeing life through their eyes, and acting upon the world based off of their experiences.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Frederick Jaeger
-Character race:
Human
-Character gender:
Male
-Character age:
22
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set):
Hunter
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Frederick is a man of simple means, which is obvious to any observer. At 5’8, he noticeably is shorter than most of his kind. Tired green eyes constantly scan his surroundings. His shoulder length brown hair is loosely tied back and his skin bears a slight tan, indicative of long hours spent outdoors. His clothing is rather austere, consisting of plain linen and animal hides loosely draped over his scrawny frame. He is rarely seen without his trusty hunting knife, a gift from his deceased father.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Frederick does his best to live his life by three simple rules: Never leave a job half done, a drink half drunk, or a lady half loved. (Though rule number three is often broken, as he could never quite grasp the finer aspects of wooing.) Due to his life in the wilderness, Frederick understands the importance of diligence. An animal carcass left unclean or a campsite left messy could spell doom for any would be hunter. That being said, once it is time to relax there is nothing in this world or the next that will keep him from his mug. Generally he has a kind and joyful demeanor about him. He bears a strong hatred towards the goblins and orcs for all of the evils they brought upon the world. He is disturbed by the sight of greenskins living so freely among the civilized people so soon after the war. Despite this justifiable hatred, the thought of violence is terrifying to Frederick and he would never dream of intentionally harming another sentient being.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
The early life of Frederick can be summed up as painfully unremarkable. He was born in a quaint village of simple and honest, yet hardworking folk. As a child, ignorance of the horrors of the outside world were his bliss. While the adults of the village rightfully feared for their lives, Frederick was only concerned with his chores, his friends, his family, and his bow. As he grew and matured, hunting would become his passion. At the age of nine his father presented him with his most treasured possession – a plain hunting knife.
Being fairly isolated and strategically insignificant, Frederick’s village rarely received news from the outside world. The elders had hoped their unimportance would protect them from harm, but fate would not prove to be so kind. The Pact, fueled by bloodlust, found their latest conquest. A warband descended upon the village bringing death, destruction, and despair.
The villagers never stood a chance. Their pathetic militia, led by Frederick’s father, was cut down like wheat before a scythe. Although the resistance was minimal their sacrifice bought just enough time for some of the villagers to escape from the massacre.
Frederick along with a few dozen survivors, fled west as many had done before them. Although he had lost much, he still had his life, his mother, and most importantly – hope. He had faith that one day the gods above would make the world right once more. Unknown to him, the coming days would test his resolve to no end.
As the group of refugees traveled through the land, attrition took its toll. Hunger, banditry, raiders from the Pact, and illness whittled away at the survivors. As their journey neared its end, only a handful remained. One final tragedy would strike approximately one week’s worth of travel away from Barkamsted. A terrifying and mysterious illness rampaged through the remaining survivors. Those afflicted became lethargic and pale, meeting death within two days. Either due to his relative youth, or divine providence, Frederick was ultimately the only survivor. The last to fall prey to this fate, his mother, made Frederick swear that he would survive the madness of the war and to never give up hope. Now alone and with a heavy heart, Frederick continued his journey to Barkamsted.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Upon realizing the theft, Frederick immediately gives chase to the young thief. That coin is all the money he has! Unfortunately, Frederick is a stranger to this town and quickly loses sight of the little rascal. He sighs to himself, resigned to the fact that he will have to sleep in the flophouse once again. He comforts himself with the thought that perhaps tomorrow morning he will have some luck on the hunt.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Although Frederick cannot abide by the suffering of another creature, this is is trade. The hides of these animals will ensure he has a roof over his head for a while longer. With his knife he carefully cuts the throats of all four of the animals, to make their deaths as swift and painless as possible. As he field dresses the carcasses, he wards off the guilt of slaughtering the pups by reminding himself that even if they did survive on their own, they would only grow to become a threat to the people nearby.
Right, you're nearly getting there. Just a few things to keep in mind.
The first and foremost being your character isn't going to start in the army. But, you've got his application, personality, and the most of his backstory pointing at him just being a wanderer anyway, so that's fine.
The next is, I need you to understand that his siblings are likely never going to be played out. I'm not going to say absolutely not, but this seems to be potential setup for incredibly legacy-esque characters, which, unless your application for them blows my mind with how good it is, won't be accepted.
Make those quick edits and I'll be happy to bring you in.
Your character description needs to be expanded. Think basic details -- height, eye colour, etcetera, as well as any other distinguishing features he may have. The backstory also does not incorporate any of our lore, whatsoever. The entire world was ravaged by the Pact War, there is no happy little hamlet tucked away in the mountains. There is only fear and fleeing and death. Please include our lore if you wish to play on the server.
Right, this was actually a pretty well-written application. Your definition of Role-playing did make me raise an eyebrow, but the interpretation is fine enough.
The only thing holding this app in pending is his physical description. It is incredibly important for High Elf applicants to post their exact height in inches and feet, has to do with their biology being very specific. High Elves can be between 6'10" and 7'2", for reference.
Otherwise, I'm hoping you edit it soon. Racist Elves are the best Elves, and I sure am glad any time I get to see one.
I understand. For the sake of clarity, exactly how long ago was the Pact War? The general lore page is rather ambiguous on that matter. Thank you.
Actually, never mind. Reading back a few pages I've found my answer. Thank you for your patience and I apologize for my misunderstanding. I did not realize the war ended so recently. I've edited my application.
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Yes, Alaurin
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: making decisions for other people I.E. pushing someone off a cliff and not giving them a chance to react
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: using OOC info IC
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Playing as your own character, seeing life through their eyes, and acting upon the fictional world how they would
----IC Info----
-Character name:Wolfgang Pursebane Jr.
-Character race: Human
-Character gender: Male
-Character age: 28
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): Blacksmithing. literally nothing but blacksmithing, he can't fight, he cant use magic, all he can do is make weapons and armor.
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.): A towering, broad shouldered muscular human, standing at nearly 6'7, his brawn makes up for what he lacks in brains, he has curly black hair that falls into a full beard and dark blue eyes, he has a constant angry look on his face that betrays his gentle nature and is wearing a dirty grey shirt and a large glove on one hand.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):Wolf knows his way around a smithy but not much else. He's as dumb as he is big. he tends to keep to himself, but speaks in a loud and commanding baritone voice when spoken to.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Wolfgang Jr. was born the youngest child to a poor smithing family in a smal village that went mostly unnoticed by the Pact, his dad, Wolfgang Sr. and uncles, began teaching the quiet, shy child new boy the family craft at a young age, and his father shared a few blueprints he created with his son, hoping to spark a more creative side in him, it worked, and by ten his son was able to work knives and other small arms, by 15 he was working full time with the rest of the men of his family, and ten years later he was editing the blueprints and designs of his elders, he loved his craft and was happy to devote much time to it, even if it was tedious.
It wasn't until his late teens he realized the danger of his craft, a fire leaped from their furnace, scorching his father's arm to the point of being unable to work anymore, nothing else had been hurt, but this was the first serious injury he'd seen, frightened by it, he didn't work for nearly a month being even more socially recluse than usual, despite pleas from his large family. Until one day his now one-armed father walked in, a long, multi hour talk ensued, Wolfgang Jr. and Sr. walked out of the room side by side as equals, into the shop, where Wolfgang Jr. Continued to the forge, and Sr. stayed behind to work in the front. Wolfgang Jr.’s love of the smithy was back.
When he was 28, his family’s work was starting to fail, more of their big contracts were going to other shops, and the walk in buys weren’t enough to keep them afloat, Wolfgang and his father began working late into the night on new items that they thought would keep them up and alive. They didn’t work well, most of them were either too expensive to make or simply were impossible to make with their current budget, they stayed afloat for five years, slowly losing more and more money, before long Wolfgang Jr. decided to take matters into his own hands. He was going to move away, leave for a new home, a new smithy, he packed together his clothing, promising to himself he would succeed his elders, and he would surpass them.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Wolfgang immediately rushes after the young thief, knocking over all kinds of stands, bags, and even people That coin is all he has! Unfortunately though. Wolfgang is a newcomer to this town and quickly loses sight of the young thief. He sighs to himself, resigned to the fact that he will have to sleep in on the street tonight. He comforts himself with the thought that he won't be staying here for much longer.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Wolf peeks around a nearby tree to spot the situation, wincing faintly at this and furrowing his brow. He knew that helping the animal like this could end badly for him, but Wolf is not a smart man. He came out of the trees, holding his hands out as he lowered himself, being careful not to move too fast and scare the creature. he didn't want to make it angry. He lowered himself slowly, and pulled the trap open to free the mother, he backed away slowly to the path he was on as the wolf and it's pups trotted off.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Hi, just a quick question sorry if this isn't the place for that. Was just wondering... How big would you say the community is? I'm not looking for anything huge but I'd like to join a kinda big server like maybe 60 players? If not then it's still fine and I'll probs give it a shot regardless! ^-^
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-Minecraft IGN: Sam167899
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have had several years of roleplaying experience, though I am unable to recall just how long. For someone who is just barely moving into their more complicated chapters of their life, having the ability to live in a virtual place as a different person is priceless. That you are able to take on the perspective of someone that you aren’t is like being able to live a second life. Not only can you learn from mistakes or past experiences, but you can also try things out that you wouldn’t be comfortable doing in reality. It is a very important aspect to my life I’d say. Through the experiences I’ve had with roleplay, it has moulded the person I am today.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power gaming - When one would perform an action onto another, which would also force outcomes AND actions of the said person. An example being where a player attacks another player in a way where the targeted player cannot react, either blocking or dodging. The player forces the other player to take the strike without any consideration for the other player's actions. Another scenario would be the same player forcing the other player to die, no matter how much medical care they may receive. Such a scene should be moderated by a staff member, who would, or at least should, be the un-biased judgement on whether the strike, hopefully not a power-gamed strike, was fatal or not.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta gaming – When/where a persona has knowledge that would otherwise be beyond their comprehension. The persona would be breaking the wall that separates him/her from their world from another.
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Role playing – When a conscious being takes the place of another, taking upon its embodiments and actions. This can be done in so many ways and so many purposes. One could act as another’s ally with the intent of betraying them later on, or perhaps a predator who walks in the steps of its prey.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Kiyashi Tamago
-Character race:
Human
-Character gender:
Male
-Character age:
23
-Character Occupation
Wanderer
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Kiyashi has the young look of a man, eyes filled with determination and fire. This is the face of a man much like a blank canvas ready to burst with color. His hair and eyes are of oriental origin, dark lengthy hair and bold brown eyes. His complexion is somewhat pale, due to good protection from the sun in his early years. He is very well built, somewhat slim however. Intensive training required natural strength and agility with a very low fat content. He stands in a good posture, adding to his height of 5’7. His healthy diet resulted in his looks. As young as he is, maybe younger! Because his hair is rather long, he tends to tie it back, like a ponytail, so it looks like he has a paintbrush on his head. He used to wear traditional clothing back at the farm, but now, living in a city where they do not have that sort of style, he just wears whatever lets him blend in. There is one notable feature, which you won't see all the time, a nasty looking scar between his shoulder and collarbone.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Kiyashi was raised as a first-born. Most of the time he will look a very serious young man and it’ll almost seem like he never laughs. If you can manage to open him up however, it’s a very different story. He is one of those friends that never shuts up but inside, that’s what you enjoy most about them. Kiyashi almost never curses out loud or insults someone directly. Note: ALMOST. He is somewhat a kind hearted man and seems to always want to help around. The only time he will personally insult you aloud is if he really hates you. However, he always has this obsession with guilt tripping himself for some reason, so he will avoid taking actions where he will feel guilt at the end.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Kiyashi comes from a middle-classed oriental family of tenants. In fact, his family name originated from the long passed generation of farming, Tamago meaning egg. His story starts in a small hamlet near Barkamsted, the location his family had chosen to immigrant to. They came in hopes to start a rice farm, only to find the climate would not suit properly, so the family would suffer for almost a year on poor revenue. If not for their generous and friendly neighbors, it would likely have been the end of the Tamago family. They’d helped rework the farm, switching over to the locally grown crop, wheat, as well as set up some small carrot farms. It was not only due to this, but also Kiyashi’s undying spirit. He was the first-born of two and worked twice as hard as everyone else in his family. He held onto his hopes and would not let the rest of his family give up. Later into the years, when everyone else returned to themselves, it was due to his first-born title, he was held on higher standards and received much discipline. Much jealousy came from his younger sibling, as Kiyashi was the one who ‘saved the family’ and also the first born, but Kiyashi always loved and cared for him no matter what. Several more members would join the family; his younger cousins Ayaki, Ahn, Miyaki, and Hirozen. All of whom he loves dearly.
Although his birthplace was situated on a boring farm, ever so often there were highwaymen and bandits. Every member in his family, including his youngest cousin, Hirozen was trained in the martial arts. Kiyashi was expected to go by the way of the sword. His father, already a known warrior would become his teacher for the next several years. He would go through some of the most intensive and painful training in his young age.
It was however, because of this precaution his elders took, Kiyashi, as well as many of his siblings, were able to live. A small raiding party was going about the province near Barkamstead, and a few scouts infiltrated the area. Two goblins were rummaging through the storage house and even killed some livestock. Kiyashi, his brother and his cousin were assigned to collect eggs from the henhouse, but the two noticed the intruders. Kiyashi told Ayaki, his cousin, to warn the family of the intruders and his brother to stick close beside him. Ayaki took off without hesitation and the brothers drew arms. As they approached the storage house, they could smell blood as well as something decomposing. Inside, the goblins were feeding off a young calf, still alive and terrified. Milk jugs and eggs shattered, bags of feed torn, and blood splattered throughout the room. Hiroyuta, his brother, charges in with fury. “Wait!” Kiyashi calls out. There’s no stopping him now, as his brother goes to cut down the goblin to the right using his wakizashi. The goblin only gets the slightest look of his killer before going down. The second goblin watches in both horror and anger as his comrade befalls to a stab from a tanto. The goblin lets out a strange cry before Kiyashi dashes towards the goblin and slices his right ear in a single stroke. The goblin yelps in pain and falls onto his rear. “Where are you from and who sent you?” Kiyashi demands somewhat calmly. The goblin mocks his voice before a thrown tanto enters his skull. “What are you doing?” Kiyashi yells at his brother. “We were supposed to question him.” Hiroyuta simply shrugs, only then to hear the sound of horns. The brothers ran out the storage room to find a raiding party, its numbers ranging between 15 – 20, making its debut from the hills. It was mostly made of goblins and what looked like an orc. The orc gave a soundly roar before the enemy began charging towards the farm. Suddenly, an arrow whistles in the sunset sky and finds itself buried into vanguard goblin’s head. When the brothers turn to see where it had come from, it was the whole family, as well as many neighbors, with Ayaki at the front holding a bow. This returned spirit back into Kiyashi as he faces the enemy again. He gives out his battle cry before charging head on knowing his family is right behind him.
The first enemy Kiyashi cut down was a goblin. He continued dashing forward with his blade slashing ahead of him, he was going straight for who he’d thought was the leader of this party, a rather hefty looking orc with a large machete barking at everything. A reckless goblin rushes in front of Kiyashi wielding an improvised spear. He simply hits the spear upwards then slashes at the troll’s neck in a follow-up stroke. He is almost at the big orc now. As he closes in on the orc, something surprises Kiyashi. It was Hirozen who dashes towards him as slashes his left shoulder, then disappears into the fighting crowd. Was that really Hirozen? Kiyashi not paying attention was targeted by the large orc, who was preparing a single heave with his machete. Suddenly, his brother Hiroyuta rushes in to block the hit with his wakizashi, only for the machete to cut clean through his blade and right across his body. The orc laughs menacingly and kicks Hiroyuta’s body off his blade as Kiyashi watches in anguish. “What? Are you going to do something about it?” The adversary is unmistakeably an orc. Ripping inside with rage, Kiyashi dashes towards the orc, who tries to hit him with his free hand. But because of both Kiyashi’s agility and the orc’s clumsy speed, Kiyashi simply moves out the way to get behind the orc. The orc, while still trying to turn around, Kiyashi slashes in one clean stroke at both the calves of the orc, causing the orc to stumble. He then grasps the sword with both hands and thrusts the sword into the orc’s left shoulder. The orc roars in pain, dropping the machete and tries to grab behind him with his free hand, only for him to lose balance and start to fall backwards. Kiyashi withdraws the sword from its location in the orc and watches as the orc fall down. The orc can only watch as Kiyashi swings his blade to clean the head right off. After slaying the monster, Kiyashi sheaths his sword before rushing over to his fallen brother, as several goblins begin to surround him.
Then, something miraculous happened, reinforcements, some 25 - 30 men appeared onto the battleground, grabbing everyone’s attention. A horn trumpeted in the air, and the raiding party had no choice but to call a retreat. If the raiding party stayed any longer and information could be given. A few soldiers, mounted on horseback were ordered to chase or track down the surviving raiders. Then a valiant looking man, also mounted on a horse and likely the commander of the unit rides down to meet Kiyashi’s father, the head of the family. They speak for a while, perhaps five minutes, then they part. Father Tamago announces there is nothing to worry about and the damages will be taken care of by the man.
Kiyashi however is still mourning for his fallen brother on the field. Along with his brother were lost his uncle Hiriko, his cousin Ahn, and several neighbors. The dead were buried in that very bloody night. He never forgave himself for letting his brother die.
Several weeks later, Kiyashi would be informed that he was going to be moving to the city. He was the first to go as he was the eldest and was going to be the foundation as well as the pride of the family. Traditionally, Kiyashi is expected to surpass his predecessors, and to do so, he was to venture off into the bigger world.
As he goes on to live in the city, little does he know, at least for the moment, that his youngest cousin and sibling Hirozen, has just assassinated his father days after his departure.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Kiyashi had been watching the child follow him and rob him. However, he does not react in anger and even goes to act as if he had not noticed. As the child runs off, he does take note of his appearances and even tries to presume where the child is headed. He keeps a close watch of the child’s movements as he makes his way out the crowded marketplace towards the more open streets. ‘The child should be getting tired anytime soon.’ Kiyashi had been following him for a while now. ‘There you are.’ The child could be found panting in a narrow alley. Kiyashi goes in to engage conversation. “It’s a dark, very dark path you’re headed. You do know what the Pact is? Don’t you?” He watches the child’s eye fill with fear. Probably fear of punishment. He simply sighs. “Just keep it. I’ve better things to do than scolding children. Do me one and find other ways to survive.”
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Kiyashi has to give this a good look over. Knowing if he were to free the mother, she likely wouldn’t be able to tend to her pups in her condition anyways. However, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to slay the mother and profit off of her body, not to mention the pups. He also cannot just leave this scene alone, that would put him in the same guilt as the second option. There is only one thing he could do. There’s a risk the mother and her pups will die, but also a chance that everyone could gain from this. He heads back to town, leaving feint markings on trees so he could remember the way back. Kiyashi knows a huntress who might have use for the pups or perhaps may be able to save the mother, although it is also possible she could slay the wolves altogether. At least the fate of the wolves will no longer depend on him, as much.
Accepted
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This application is less than bare-bones. Your "paragraphs" are two to three sentences each, and there is absolutely no detail to be found anywhere. Even your descriptions gloss over basic details, such as "how tall is he?"
I'd like you to expand everything. For the backstory, include some of our lore. There was a destructive Pact War going on for most of your character's life; where was that? What other significant events have happened in his past that have helped shape him into the person he is today?
Finally, to note, the RP responses were for you to play out as your character. Please fill them out as such, thank you.
If my application was accepted two years ago, can I still join? I would come on right now but I forgot the IP.
Could we have a quick conversation via enjin dm or something? I'm sorry I just find it a little vague as you just say expand on everything.
Actually forget what I said, I edited the description, added a minor thing onto personality, a huge update to the biography, and totally changed the RP responses. I apologize but there was no detail stating the RP responses had to address what YOUR character would have done, so it would be nice if that was added to the format page.
Thanks
----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN: thechuckman46
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): N/A
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? I’ve been around on places like Uth and Alaurin for the past 5 years or so
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: The forcing of an action upon another player EX: /me slices (Guy 1) in half with sword.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: The use of information given OOCly used in RP. EX: Finding out the the kidnapper of your character's best friend through skype
-Define Role-Playing in your own words: Acting out situations through the eyes of a character you have made.
----IC Info----
-Character name: Holgar Yadrifind
-Character race: Dwarf
-Character gender: Male
-Character age: 68 Human
-Character Occupation: N/A
-Character description:
Holgar is a 4’5 dwarf. He has dark brown hair all over his body. He has a long beard braided into wonderful thick locks. On his head he has a traditional mohawk on top of his beautiful head. His body is muscular but very defined. He looks like a little ball of hardened meat with hair on it. His clothing is plain and simple. He wears a brown shirt with dark and boots. He has a small scar on his lower lips from trying eat a piece of sharp metal during his childhood. He has minor burn scaring up and down his arms from helping his father in the forge during his youth. He also has brown eyes.
-Character personality and traits: Holgar is a racist. He doesn’t like much of the other races that plague this world and would much rather see them be dropped into a large pit full of spiders that are on fire and made of metal. Other than that little fact he a very nice person. He can not speak common except for a few very minor phrases. He respects those who speak dwarven. He also tends to not have a filter to what he says.
-Character biography:
Holgar was born in the great Dwarven city of Thonduhm. His childhood was mainly spent helping his father in the forge and learning about the art of smithing and axe fighting. As he grew slightly older the threat of the Pacted war come closer and closer to home. His family was the one of the last dwarven groups to flee the city before its fall. Like many others before them, they made their way to the town of Barkamsted.
His family was able to do this via underground tunnels. These were dug out a very long time ago by dwarven miners who were looking for precious metals and gems.
Once he arrived in the town he noticed the people around him. The people, the races, and their different languages. He hated them all. His father told him that there are some being that should be alive and some that should die out of this world. It was watching all the febal races of Elves, mixed bloods, and Pact races during this time that he slowly had a hatred grown in him.
This racist spirit would grow and mold as he saw the weak ask for handouts. Why should he give things to those who don’t work for it? He would go onto meet a group of dwarves that shared similar views who wanted revenge on the Pact races
As time passed on and he reach a good hard age to go out fight. He was convinced by his very patriot friends to form a group of dwarven warriors, poorly sponsored by the Alliance, to go out and hunt try to disrupt enemy supplies in any way. Their losses were big and their targets small but they would get revenge on those who had taken his home. During his time of fighting he learned the true value of the other races around him. He once again watched as the weaker races fell to the beast races of the Pact. The only races he could trust we now very limited.
Over some time the small band of Dwarven guerrilla fighters slowly died with every mission from their lack of formal training. The family he had made, his friends, slowly died out. The few members left of this group joined up with the main Alliance forces.
During one of the larger battles for freedom. He was left for dead out in a sea of dead bodies. Being a stubborn dwarf, he simply refused to die. He would lay in that field until a group of humans came by and helped him recover. One of the races he hated for their ignorance had helped him. They fed, clothed, and gave him a warm place to sleep. He could not understand why they could/would ever do such a thing.
This left him at a point of confusion. Are other races like this? Was he blind to see the potential in everyone? Of course he wasn’t! He simple thought that only Humans, Dwarfs, and a few other races were the strong that must be kept alive.
He deiced that he wasn’t and joined up with the humans on their way back to the front. He would forever owe a life debt to the entire human race.
Nearing the end of the war he started growing tired of the constant movement of place to place. Realizing he wanted something more in life, he packed up his sword and went back to his mother and father. Upon his return he learned that his father had finally gave up a losing fight with the God of Death. He grieved long for his father. He picked up the old smithing hammer he would watch his father use and began to keep the legacy of his father still alive. Through this art, Holgar felt connected to his roots, his home, and his father.
As the war ended his mother passed away from old age, leaving Holgar alone in this world. He had not met anyone to call wife or had children to call his own. This left him in a state of emptiness. Wishing to fill this emptiness. He decided to move away from his family home and would bury the hammer his father onced used, in his father's grave. He sold his shop, bought an axe and a round shield.
Before leaving his home for the final time in his life, he looked back and wondered to himself. How will this new world I haven’t truly explored change me? How will the people view me? How will I be remembered? With these last few thoughts, he went to have the adventure of his life.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Holgar would notice the boy the moment he sprinted away. Not wanting to give up on a bit of his money he would attempt to chase after the thief. Of course being dwarf, he would not be fast enough to catch up to this person. He would eventually stop and would start swearing up a storm.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
He would look at the wolf and its pups and have only one thought. The hides would sell for a great price! He would kill the mother wolf and the pups then disarm the bear trap. He would proceed to skin the creatures and cut off the best parts of the wolf to sell or to eat. He would also take bear trap.
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First thing to note is that I don’t feel like your power gaming definition is really to what it should mean. A Rice farm in itself wouldn’t be the easiest to maintain and would not be very profitable from the difficulty that comes from harvesting such a crop in this climate. I’d also like to note that the man that came down to speak (Your character's father) would not have been any major role in the army and said army that turned up would not have likely been of great size at that period of time, Due to your characters age it would have likely been towards the end of the pact war where armies weren’t as large.
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Some Things I’d like you to change and improve on before I can let you onto the server, The first is that High-Elves have the same eye and hair color so your character having both green eyes and red hair wouldn’t work unless he dyes his hair, In which case please specify.
The next thing I’d like you to do is expand on your backstory, It doesn’t really give too much information. The paragraphs are a tad small and you don’t include any points in time that really help to define your character other than “He got bored.” Did he have any deep connections? Was his childhood decent? These are just two examples.
Did you make a new account on the Minecraft forums, if so what was your last?
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Hello Time, First off the bat I’d like you to expand upon your backstory, It doesn’t contain too much information and living on the outskirts of a forest growing up would have been dangerous, It’s been awhile since the end of the pact war but the dangers still loomed from nasty critters and roving bandit groups, I’d like to see if he faced any problems how this helped James develop as a character and how it affected his outcoming personality. Please expand upon these things.
Accepted
I liked the integration of the war into your backstory and it gave a decent amount of insight into how the character has developed into who he is now, I appreciate that you gave time to mention that Geel didn’t just storm through this ravenous time and suffered from an extreme struggle against elements and hostiles. Look forward to seeing you on the server. If you wish to be added to the Skype OOC chat add me; ToxicPurpose. we announce events on there as well as on the Enjjin forums.
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The first thing to note is your character description, I’d like you to expand upon it a bit more, explain what he wears regularly or if he has any unique marks like scars or even freckles.
The next is your biography you do not explain much about what happened in the time between what you’ve written, The Pact forces would have invaded Thondum in your characters quite early years rather than once he got older. Perhaps go into detail about how he managed to escape the underground mountain city and any special events in his lifetime that made an impact on Holgar.
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This app is just short of being accepted. The only issue I have with it at present is Holgar's involvement with a guerrilla team. This implies him having a /lot/ of combat experience under his belt, being a master combatant, taking out pact camps, etcetera. Do not mistake me, I have no issue with you playing a character with combat experience. Just, in the interest of fairness, I would like you to tone it down. Thanks in advance!
I have made the changes as requested.
Thank for taking the time to review applications, as I do see it as a very big hassle and that someone would take time to look through these is beyond me. I really appreciate it.
Fixed again
-Minecraft IGN: SneakyStabbin
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): [email protected]
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?
I have over fifteen years of pen and paper RPG experience which includes Dungeons and Dragons/Pathfinder, almost all of the White Wolf games, and many other systems. I've attended a local LARP on and off for about ten years with a club that emphasizes cooperation and interactive drama. Some time ago I was involved with one now-defunct Minecraft roleplay server, DFRP.
-Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Power gaming is not allowing one's character to fail. A power gamer's special character will always land that perfect blow, dodge that attack unharmed, and make his or her daring escape unhindered.
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Meta-gaming is using one's real world knowledge to give an advantage to their character that they could not possibly have. This would be Urist the Dwarf inventing black powder in a bronze age setting because John the player has access to a Wikipedia.
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Role-playing is wearing the persona of your character, seeing life through their eyes, and acting upon the world based off of their experiences.
----IC Info----
-Character name:
Frederick Jaeger
-Character race:
Human
-Character gender:
Male
-Character age:
22
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set):
Hunter
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):
Frederick is a man of simple means, which is obvious to any observer. At 5’8, he noticeably is shorter than most of his kind. Tired green eyes constantly scan his surroundings. His shoulder length brown hair is loosely tied back and his skin bears a slight tan, indicative of long hours spent outdoors. His clothing is rather austere, consisting of plain linen and animal hides loosely draped over his scrawny frame. He is rarely seen without his trusty hunting knife, a gift from his deceased father.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):
Frederick does his best to live his life by three simple rules: Never leave a job half done, a drink half drunk, or a lady half loved. (Though rule number three is often broken, as he could never quite grasp the finer aspects of wooing.) Due to his life in the wilderness, Frederick understands the importance of diligence. An animal carcass left unclean or a campsite left messy could spell doom for any would be hunter. That being said, once it is time to relax there is nothing in this world or the next that will keep him from his mug. Generally he has a kind and joyful demeanor about him. He bears a strong hatred towards the goblins and orcs for all of the evils they brought upon the world. He is disturbed by the sight of greenskins living so freely among the civilized people so soon after the war. Despite this justifiable hatred, the thought of violence is terrifying to Frederick and he would never dream of intentionally harming another sentient being.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
The early life of Frederick can be summed up as painfully unremarkable. He was born in a quaint village of simple and honest, yet hardworking folk. As a child, ignorance of the horrors of the outside world were his bliss. While the adults of the village rightfully feared for their lives, Frederick was only concerned with his chores, his friends, his family, and his bow. As he grew and matured, hunting would become his passion. At the age of nine his father presented him with his most treasured possession – a plain hunting knife.
Being fairly isolated and strategically insignificant, Frederick’s village rarely received news from the outside world. The elders had hoped their unimportance would protect them from harm, but fate would not prove to be so kind. The Pact, fueled by bloodlust, found their latest conquest. A warband descended upon the village bringing death, destruction, and despair.
The villagers never stood a chance. Their pathetic militia, led by Frederick’s father, was cut down like wheat before a scythe. Although the resistance was minimal their sacrifice bought just enough time for some of the villagers to escape from the massacre.
Frederick along with a few dozen survivors, fled west as many had done before them. Although he had lost much, he still had his life, his mother, and most importantly – hope. He had faith that one day the gods above would make the world right once more. Unknown to him, the coming days would test his resolve to no end.
As the group of refugees traveled through the land, attrition took its toll. Hunger, banditry, raiders from the Pact, and illness whittled away at the survivors. As their journey neared its end, only a handful remained. One final tragedy would strike approximately one week’s worth of travel away from Barkamsted. A terrifying and mysterious illness rampaged through the remaining survivors. Those afflicted became lethargic and pale, meeting death within two days. Either due to his relative youth, or divine providence, Frederick was ultimately the only survivor. The last to fall prey to this fate, his mother, made Frederick swear that he would survive the madness of the war and to never give up hope. Now alone and with a heavy heart, Frederick continued his journey to Barkamsted.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Upon realizing the theft, Frederick immediately gives chase to the young thief. That coin is all the money he has! Unfortunately, Frederick is a stranger to this town and quickly loses sight of the little rascal. He sighs to himself, resigned to the fact that he will have to sleep in the flophouse once again. He comforts himself with the thought that perhaps tomorrow morning he will have some luck on the hunt.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Although Frederick cannot abide by the suffering of another creature, this is is trade. The hides of these animals will ensure he has a roof over his head for a while longer. With his knife he carefully cuts the throats of all four of the animals, to make their deaths as swift and painless as possible. As he field dresses the carcasses, he wards off the guilt of slaughtering the pups by reminding himself that even if they did survive on their own, they would only grow to become a threat to the people nearby.
Accepted!
Good luck with those "honourable" plans
Pending
Right, you're nearly getting there. Just a few things to keep in mind.
The first and foremost being your character isn't going to start in the army. But, you've got his application, personality, and the most of his backstory pointing at him just being a wanderer anyway, so that's fine.
The next is, I need you to understand that his siblings are likely never going to be played out. I'm not going to say absolutely not, but this seems to be potential setup for incredibly legacy-esque characters, which, unless your application for them blows my mind with how good it is, won't be accepted.
Make those quick edits and I'll be happy to bring you in.
Denied
Your character description needs to be expanded. Think basic details -- height, eye colour, etcetera, as well as any other distinguishing features he may have. The backstory also does not incorporate any of our lore, whatsoever. The entire world was ravaged by the Pact War, there is no happy little hamlet tucked away in the mountains. There is only fear and fleeing and death. Please include our lore if you wish to play on the server.
Pending
Right, this was actually a pretty well-written application. Your definition of Role-playing did make me raise an eyebrow, but the interpretation is fine enough.
The only thing holding this app in pending is his physical description. It is incredibly important for High Elf applicants to post their exact height in inches and feet, has to do with their biology being very specific. High Elves can be between 6'10" and 7'2", for reference.
Otherwise, I'm hoping you edit it soon. Racist Elves are the best Elves, and I sure am glad any time I get to see one.
For those accepted:
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I understand. For the sake of clarity, exactly how long ago was the Pact War? The general lore page is rather ambiguous on that matter. Thank you.Actually, never mind. Reading back a few pages I've found my answer. Thank you for your patience and I apologize for my misunderstanding. I did not realize the war ended so recently. I've edited my application.
Accepted!
Thank you for your changes, enjoy your time on the server
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Texture Pack: http://resourcepack.net/conquest-resource-pack/
Website: http://therealmofsaphriel.enjin.com/home
I have removed the statement as requested. I realize now that since this is the backstory, there is no need for that to be there. Thank you.
Accepted!
Thank you for making those changes. Enjoy your character!
Accepted!
Thank you for that, hope you have fun here!
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Texture Pack: http://resourcepack.net/conquest-resource-pack/
Website: http://therealmofsaphriel.enjin.com/home
----OOC Info----
-Minecraft IGN:_President_Trump
-Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat):
-Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? Yes, Alaurin
-Define Power-gaming in your own words: making decisions for other people I.E. pushing someone off a cliff and not giving them a chance to react
-Define Meta-gaming in your own words: using OOC info IC
-Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Playing as your own character, seeing life through their eyes, and acting upon the fictional world how they would
----IC Info----
-Character name:Wolfgang Pursebane Jr.
-Character race: Human
-Character gender: Male
-Character age: 28
-Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): Blacksmithing. literally nothing but blacksmithing, he can't fight, he cant use magic, all he can do is make weapons and armor.
-Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.): A towering, broad shouldered muscular human, standing at nearly 6'7, his brawn makes up for what he lacks in brains, he has curly black hair that falls into a full beard and dark blue eyes, he has a constant angry look on his face that betrays his gentle nature and is wearing a dirty grey shirt and a large glove on one hand.
-Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.):Wolf knows his way around a smithy but not much else. He's as dumb as he is big. he tends to keep to himself, but speaks in a loud and commanding baritone voice when spoken to.
-Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):
Wolfgang Jr. was born the youngest child to a poor smithing family in a smal village that went mostly unnoticed by the Pact, his dad, Wolfgang Sr. and uncles, began teaching the quiet, shy child new boy the family craft at a young age, and his father shared a few blueprints he created with his son, hoping to spark a more creative side in him, it worked, and by ten his son was able to work knives and other small arms, by 15 he was working full time with the rest of the men of his family, and ten years later he was editing the blueprints and designs of his elders, he loved his craft and was happy to devote much time to it, even if it was tedious.
It wasn't until his late teens he realized the danger of his craft, a fire leaped from their furnace, scorching his father's arm to the point of being unable to work anymore, nothing else had been hurt, but this was the first serious injury he'd seen, frightened by it, he didn't work for nearly a month being even more socially recluse than usual, despite pleas from his large family. Until one day his now one-armed father walked in, a long, multi hour talk ensued, Wolfgang Jr. and Sr. walked out of the room side by side as equals, into the shop, where Wolfgang Jr. Continued to the forge, and Sr. stayed behind to work in the front. Wolfgang Jr.’s love of the smithy was back.
When he was 28, his family’s work was starting to fail, more of their big contracts were going to other shops, and the walk in buys weren’t enough to keep them afloat, Wolfgang and his father began working late into the night on new items that they thought would keep them up and alive. They didn’t work well, most of them were either too expensive to make or simply were impossible to make with their current budget, they stayed afloat for five years, slowly losing more and more money, before long Wolfgang Jr. decided to take matters into his own hands. He was going to move away, leave for a new home, a new smithy, he packed together his clothing, promising to himself he would succeed his elders, and he would surpass them.
-Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Wolfgang immediately rushes after the young thief, knocking over all kinds of stands, bags, and even people That coin is all he has! Unfortunately though. Wolfgang is a newcomer to this town and quickly loses sight of the young thief. He sighs to himself, resigned to the fact that he will have to sleep in on the street tonight. He comforts himself with the thought that he won't be staying here for much longer.
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Wolf peeks around a nearby tree to spot the situation, wincing faintly at this and furrowing his brow. He knew that helping the animal like this could end badly for him, but Wolf is not a smart man. He came out of the trees, holding his hands out as he lowered himself, being careful not to move too fast and scare the creature. he didn't want to make it angry. He lowered himself slowly, and pulled the trap open to free the mother, he backed away slowly to the path he was on as the wolf and it's pups trotted off.
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Hi, just a quick question sorry if this isn't the place for that. Was just wondering... How big would you say the community is? I'm not looking for anything huge but I'd like to join a kinda big server like maybe 60 players? If not then it's still fine and I'll probs give it a shot regardless! ^-^
Thanks in advance!
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