OOC:
IGN:pk9973
Age:12
Why us?: I saw this server on YouTube and it looked very cool.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for example) A adventure or quest a fictional character goes on in a fictional world or setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: It is when someones finds out OOC and use the info IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: A player being over powered.
IC:
Name: Xathroth
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 256
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: A little muscular and old looking. Has a very good posture and looks very mysterious. Wears an old looking tunic and rag like pants.
Personality: Kind and wise like an old man should be. Gentle to everyone unless in war times when he shows his very strong leadership skills.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Tower watchmen- Xathroth! I can see some army behind the yonder!
Xathroth- I hope that these are a friendly nation. Get the crossbows ready. It's an order!
Tower watchmen- Yes cheif! We're on it!
The Wood Elves man their crossbow and load them to fire. Then faster than the elves can respond the enemy's fire their bows and set the city on fire.
Xathroth- RUN! Get to the emergency exit!
All the elves ran from their crossbow and run to the exit in the city pond. There was tons of screaming and fire. There was blood everywhere and elves collapsed to Xathroth's right and left. He was filled with terror.
Elf blacksmith- Should we fight back cheif?
Xathroth- NO!
Xathroth sprinted to the exit with all his old might. Just about when he reached the exit, he felt a sharp pain. The pain was nothing that he ever felt. Then the world went blank.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Only when Xathroth was just a small baby he live in the wild with his parents. The were very poor and they roamed around searching for a better place to live or get a job to survive. The Fathers Father never gave him any money and kicked him out of his household for being a threat to the family's reputation for being a destructive person. Then they came across the town and they lived there until they got kicked out from not paying their rent. They roamed until his mother got ill and died. This encouraged Xathroth and his father to search for a nicer place to stay for good.
They were about to die by Orc bandits but a brave knight by the name of Simon who lived in Akavir saved them. Simon was a tall good postured man with steel armor and a steel sword. He had fine brown hair and eyes. He said that it would be to risky to live in the wild so he took them to the land Akavir. The journey would have to take 5 months to reach the land of Akavir. They faced many foes and friends to get there. At one time a gang of Orcs raided Xathroth. In this raid Xathroth lost his father while he tried to kill all the Orcs. Xathroth was very sad that he lost his father and they were even more determined to get to Akavir. When he finally reached Akavir, he was 35. Then he set out to explore the new land of Bosmer. He took a profession as a blacksmith and a wood worker.
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Please, I'm going to quote the previous whitelister to restate what you need to look at: " - Power-gaming. This is simply being OverPowered. Power-gaming is a type of action you do to another. - RP Example. Quick check. You know there are no cannons in TES? - He was 35 when he got to Akavir, but he's 256 now? That's 221 years unaccounted for. What he be doing for that huge amount of time? Nothing? Explain this, be detailed, but cover all points. You can't be a faction leader. - Rules. Make sure you read them all. Denied "
I've kept wanting to find a TES RP server on Minecraft, but never could.
I play on an RP Gmod server, and have recently roleplayed the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.
Meta Gaming: When a player uses OOC knowledge to their advantage in-game.
Role-playing: When a real person assumes the role of an video game character in-game.
Power-Gaming: Creating an extremely OP character that has almost no weaknesses
IC
Name: Gorgon Styx
Age: 21
Bio: Gorgon had been born on a small island outside of Tamriel. He knew nothing of combat, and was the son of a baker and a saleswoman. They always wanted him to continue this precedent so it could become a family legacy, however, he did not want to be a baker or a vendor. He wanted to join the Imperial Legion. His parents scourned him, but he went on with life. Eventually he left the island, and became a scout for the Imperial Legion, proficient in light armor, bow, and short blades (short sword and the likes).
He later learned that his parents had died in a fire at their bakery. After that, he vowed to never return to the small island. One night he was robbed of a ring he had been given in his parents' will. Naturally, he went after him. Enraged, he snuck in the small town where he lived. He used his sheer charm to get the man to befriend him. They came back to his house where Gorgon stayed the night. Once the wretched thief was asleep, he murdered the thief with a knife that was on the table, took back the ring, and left no evidence of the murder.
Later that night, when he got a bed at an inn, Gorgon was visited by a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. Gorgon accepted this offer, and from then on he worked for two opposing forces in Tamriel.
RP example:
Gorgon: Hello, kind sir.
Thief: Hello, your name is...?
Gorgon: Xarthol. Xarthol Hierr.
Thief: Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, I'm Charon Ginette.
Gorgon: Pleasure. have a drink?
Thief: Yes, thank you. Tamika?
Gorgon: Only.
Thief: Very well, then. What brings you to our humble village?
Gorgon: I'm travelling the world, and in my travels, I have heard of temples with glorious treasures near here.
Thief: Surely you jest.
Gorgon: No, for I am quite certain there are treasures of great value here.
Thief: Come to my place. We may talk there, and you can stay the night for 5 sepptims. Cheaper than here.
Gorgon: It's a deal.
Hello, my name is selbor61 and I shall be reviewing your application.
Here are a couple of things to look at:
Read all the rules, you're missing something.
I'm pretty sure this is an app from another server/place. The TES: Akavir takes 80 years after the events in Skyrim. Match the character lore with out lore.
Use the proper template.
The background needs to be extended. Buff it.
Thank you for looking this over, but for now: Denied
OOC: IGN: smythie Age:17 Why us?: SooF was abandoned and I noticed this was based on a similar concept. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes Did you join our forum?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Pretending to be someone else, imagining yourself as a different person. Like acting, but more casual. Often down in games or online like this. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information that you obtained out of character to aid your character in game. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic things with no regard for other players, like landing a hit without their approval or becoming unkillable.
IC:
Name: Dmitri
Nickname: Ropes
Age: 23
Gender: Male Race: Breton
Appearance: White skin, black hair, wearing a white shirt with unpolished yellow buttons and blue trousers with bracers over each shoulder along with brown leather boots.
Personality: Laid back, sarcastic, uncaring, cautious, selfish, stays out of other people's business if he can help it but won't say no to a few coins. In-game RP example: * Dmitri walks through a deserted area when a scruffy old man walks up behind* Stranger: "Excuse me, can you help me?" * Dmitri ignores the stranger, placing his hand on his holstered sword. Stranger: "Hey! Kid wait, I need your help!" * Dmitri turns to the stranger, tightening his grip on his holstered short blade* Dmitri: "What's in it for me old man?" Stranger: "I have some coin to spare. I just need you to go down into a cave nearby and find my son, make sure he's still alive." Dmitri: "Why'd the kid go down there in the first place?" Stranger: "He said something about a gang taking his his mother's bracelet, there's about 5 guys down there and he went on his own" Dmitri: "His funeral, nothing I'm going to get mixed up in." * Dmitri begins walking away* Stranger: "Please! You must help me! My son is going to die!" Dmitri: "When you say some coin, are we talking about triple digits?" Stranger: "Whatever it takes! Just save my son, please he's all I have left." * Dmitri takes his short sword* Dmitri: "At least 500 coins or no deal" Background:
It wasn't long ago that Dmitri used to be in the caravan trade. He would travel many miles with mundane goods to places where the value of these goods were no longer considered mundane but instead valuable and rare. Then return from those locations with their local goods and arrive back where he started with some once again "valuable and rare" goods and continue this process. Although the coin was extremely good there was always the problem of bandits or officials who claimed the goods had to be confiscated as they were stolen. Dmitri had never learned to use a sword, he had played with sticks as a boy but that was about the extent of his training. He spent most of his childhood in his father's shop watching the merchandise or with his mother horse riding in the open fields. Dmitri was always an introverted child and never had many friends, this continued throughout his life.
After learning a thing or two from his father about business and about horse riding from his mother he decided to set up a caravan company. He did this on a small scale as he started off moving from town to town and not venturing near the cities riddled with bandits and scum. As he began to obtain coin, Dmitri began to take a liking to the feeling of the money in his pocket. He decided it was time to go large scale. He hired a few bodyguards and began to gain more horse-drawn caravans. Dmitri's success was great but he began to grow tired of the same routine every day. He had a large amount of coin and nothing to do with it. Due to a few problems with the city guards of nearly all the major cities around Dmitri's home he felt it was best to leave for a new land. A land where he could start fresh and make a new life for himself. Before Dmitri left home he bought a large house next to his father's shop and buried all his coin in the basement as a fall back plan if his new life was unsuccessful. Dmitri entered his father's shop, pulled the steel short sword out from underneath the counter and sheathed it. Although his father did not approve of violence he kept a sword handy in case of emergencies. Dmitri then went to the field beside his parent's home and took a horse. Before setting off for his new life in Akavir, Dmitri paid one last visit to his parents grave before saying goodbye to them and his old life. Then he turned briskly and walked on.
Well, let us begin the whitelisting!
Here are some issues: Read all of the rules, you are missing something.
Broaden up the way he got to Akavir.
That's about it, and I like to congratulate you on a good app!
OOC: IGN: ree9munity Age: 15 Why us?: I've been looking for an MC RP server that requires backstory. I find it limits the amount of players and let's skilled RPers in. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I will after I type this app! Did you join our forum? No, I will after though!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking in the role and life of a fictional character, where you live as them and make their choices.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using cheats that aren't exactly hacks such as XRay texture packs or creating all diamond equipment if your character has never been mining.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When in battle saying things that a character wouldn't be able to do like "Damien kills you all with one swing of the sword" and so on.
IC:
Name: Damien Black Age: 42
Gender: Male Race: Nord
Appearance: Damien is a normal looking nord, a long black beard that stretches to his pectorals and a sort of shaggy hair cut. He wears clothes made of a fine blue silk and can be distinguished by the scar across his left eye
Personality: Damien is a passive man, and will most likely not offer you help if he sees nothing in it for him. When he gets angry, he has the rage of a hundred men, yet now in his later years, he has learned to control his anger. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) In the shop, Damien hammers away at an iron sword that is orange from the heat. He looks up as the door closes. Damien- Hail there stranga'. What can I do for you today? Stranger-Ah yes, greetings. I'm here on behalf of the Duke, I believe you have a sword awaiting pickup? Damien- *Pauses for a minute and thinks to himself* Yes, yes I do. Uhm, can you tell me when it was dropped off? It's...It's for the store ledger. Stranger-Shut up smitty and give me the sword *Man steps up to the counter as he says it* Damien-*Unsheaths sword and lunges at the man, stabbing the mans shirt and trapping him to the wall* Next time, you may want to do a better job at imitating the Dukes Cross. If I catch you in here again, I'll make sure it's not just the shirt that breaks. *Damien pulls bck the sword and watches as the terrified man runs from the door* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Damien was born to normal parents during times after the Great Skyrim War, however he never knew them. As a baby, a group of bandits known as the Red Skulls raided the camp where Damien was staying and took Damien with them as a hostage. When reaching the bandits camp, the leader, Orsinir The Black, took immediate liking to the baby and took him up as his own. Damien grew up thinking Orsinir was his father, often playing in the main tent with Orsinir while the rest of the Red Skulls were out causing havoc. As the years passed, Orsinirs love for the child grew, and so did Damiens love for Orsinir. Orsinir would take Damien into the caves nearby camp and they would go exploring together. Eventually, Damiens 14 year birthday came around and Damien was sent into the caves as Orsinir set up a celebration for him. Damien emerged from the cave and celebrated with the rest of the gang, having fun and drinking into the night. However, at nights end, before everyone went to bed, Orsinir knelt by Damien and handed him an Iron hammer. It was passed down through Orsinir's family and now it was Damiens time to own the heir. For the next 3 months Damien carried the hammer with pride and dignity, never using it once, but using more as an accessory...until one day, he would have no choice but to use it.The raid started in the dead of night, the members of the Red Skulls being awoken to the tents being ignited. Damien awoke and immediately grabbed the hammer at his beds side, running through the exit. The raiders were the members of the Dragon Followers, a cult of men who sacrificed the lives of others to the spirit of Alduin. The Red Skulls were weary of the Dragon Followers and knew of their insanity, but just stayed away from them. Damien equipped his hammer and smashed through at least 12 members of the Dragon Followers before reaching the main tent, where Orsinir slept. He entered the tent to the scene of a scythe penetrating the heart of Orsinir. Shouting a war cry, Damien threw the hammer at the attacker and killed the man, all while running to Orsinir. As he reached his side, Orsinir was spitting blood. In his last words, Orsinir muttered something to Damien. While it was hard to hear, Damien was sure he said "Akavir". Not knowing what Akavir was, Damien left the tent and continued to defend the camp. In the end, the Red Skull were victorious, but their leader was lost... In honor and heir, they appointed Damien to be the new leader of The Red Skulls. For years Damien lead the Red Skulls, leading the gang into battle and taking the majority of the remaining camps that scattered the path from Skyrim to the mysterious land no one traveled to. It wasn't until Damien actually took notice of the path that his life would change. He would often find himself thinking about where the path lead to, and why they had never traveled there before. Now in his later years, he had grown independent and mature; leaving the Red Skulls for the last time, he set out. Damien walked for months before finally reaching the nearest city. As he crossed the border he saw a sign that read "Akavir". As Damien thought back, he realised that Orsinir had wanted Damien to travel here sooner. Orsinir didn't want Damien to live a bandit life anymore. With nothing else really in his skill, and the guards not hiring him due to his bandit past, Damien set up shop as the local blacksmith, where he resides today. Im pretty sure Skooma kills, right?
I don't get what is wrong. I changed the mistakes the previous person. I am very confused. Could you please say what I need to fix a little more clearly.
OOC: IGN:tetebear12 Age: 18 Why us?: it seems like a cool sever to play on seeing the trailer Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: yes Did you join our forum? yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is playing as a character and putting yourself in their position in their actions and interactions with others. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using out of character information in RP while your character wouldn't normally know that information. Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is making yourself particularly over powered and able to do unrealistic actions such as breaking out of chains with your bare hands.
IC:
Name: Tegolwen Nickname: (Optional) Age:18
Gender: female Race:high elf/altmer
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...igh-elf-female/ Personality: kind, sweet,creative,quite,shy,outgoing,helpful ect.
In-game RP example: *Tegolwen enters a nearby Tavern and approaches the bartender*
Tegolwen: Excuse me……sir?
Bartender: Hello Miss, what can I do for you?
Tegolwen: Have you seen a man named Samiel around……?
Bartender: I’ve seen him around the city a good bit yeah, mostly around the main gate.
Tegolwen: Thank you……..
*Tegolwen quickly leaves the Tavern heading towards the city’s main gate* Background:Tegolwen was born in the city of Septimia in Akavir to two great mages. Her father specialized in conjuration while her mother was a healer that healed out citizens in need. Unfortunately at the age of 7 her father was asked by the guards to apprehend a notorious criminal causing havoc and harm to many citizens. While on this task however her father found himself caught in a trap laid out by the criminal and was killed while the criminal was caught shortly after. Tegolwen was then left with only her mother to take care of her, while her mother did the best she could to manage without Tegolwen’s father. Tegolwen did miss her father and with this tragic event she started to grow a desire to help others. She slowly began to show interest her mother’s healing as well but she was told she was too young and that she had to wait till she was older.
At the age of 12 Tegolwen was finally allowed to learn healing magic and took full advantage of it. She was greatly enthralled by what the magic could do and spent a good portion of her free time either training or learning from her mother. At the age of 15 Tegolwen’s mother came down with an unknown illness that none of the other healers or physicians could seem to cure with what they knew and had. What’s worse is that others started to turn their backs on them. With this Tegolwen’s desire to make a change in the world and have it be better for others so that no one else would have to go through what her and her mother and father have grew and increased. At the age of 16 her mother succumbed to the disease leaving Tegolwen by herself at which point she did what she could by doing small jobs around town to help support herself. At the age of 18 however she saw a man named Samiel help out a group of citizens and heal someone later finding out he was the leader of a group called The Light of Akavir. She felt that if she could only join up with them then she might be able to help others as she desired to.
OOC:
IGN:Nbar97
Age:17
Why us?: I have always loved the elder scrolls series and I like Minecraft
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Did you join our forum? Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is creating a fictional character and reacting to a situation based on that characters beliefs and experiances.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Not letting another person react to a situation
IC:
Name: Delvin Frey
Nickname: (Optional) Frey (Known as Frey The Impaler In High Rock)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Brenton
Appearance: Short in Stature With short Brown Hair
Personality: very Intelligent and able to out think any opposition, A Great military stratagist and is always looking to Debate with some one. Has an " I'm Better than you attitude." Also Knows The power of Money and how it makes the world go round.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
-Frey sits in a Chair at the Docks of Daggerfall Reading a copy of "Mixed Units Tactics"-
-A Very old Begger Walks Up to Frey-
Begger: Please mister can you spare a coin
-Frey calmly closes his book and says- "If I had A coin to spare Don't You think I would come up to you and give you a coin.
-A supprised look appears on the beggers face after recognizing Frey's Voice- "Your Frey The Impaler please don't kill me Mr.Impaler uh I mean Mr.Frey."
-Frey chuckles- "I'M no Killer"
-The Begger has a puzeling look on his face-
Begger: Then why do you call you Frey the Impaler?"
Frey: That name was givin a number of years ago a political enemy he gave me the name as away of describing me Political dominance not my ruthlessness on the field of battle"
-Frey slowly stands up-
Frey: I must be off"
-Frey walks up the ramp of a Boat and Grips the hand rail very tightly-
-The Boat leaves the Dock-
-The old Begger hears many angry Orcs welling "Get dat Frey"
-The Begger sits in a chair wondering what just happened-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in the city of Wayrest In Highrock his family was moderately wealthy. His father a Mage was educated a the collage of Winterhold and wanted his son to do the same but from a very early age it was clear that he belonged in Politics instead of an Arcane University. At the age of 11 he tricked his father into buying him a fencing trainer. This Trainer taught him the Art of Swordplay but also imbedded in him that a sword was for defending ones self and for sport.
At the age of 17 He attended The collage of Wayrest. He was at the top of his class and showed great promise in the arts of politics. He Moved to Daggerfall after graduating in three years he was ready to shine on the political stage. Some call him The persuader for his talent to change his political enemy's mind in a heartbeat. Sometimes his words got him into trouble once he proclaimed himself mightier than Akatosh. But his biggest mistake was calling the Orcs " unfoundedly stupid"
On his way to Akvair to seek a new playing field of challengers. His first idea is to start a political party that will dominate the Politics of Akvair aswell as become a wealthy trader. Sitting on the Boat planning his new life he is ready to take Akvair by storm
Could I be Whitelisted? I would greatly like to be a part of this, my friend told me about Akavir, and after some researching... I found this server and I was exited, because he knows I'm greatly into the Elder Scrolls Series and to know somebody would go through to do something like this is incredible, I also have my own DeviantArt with a couple of friends, EpicPrivate - Victini15 - and lastly me, Crazemybox, Thanks for taking your time!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/24/2011
Posts:
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Minecraft:
H33Z4Y
Member Details
OOC
IGN:H33Z4Y Age: 21 Why us?: Was looking for a new server to play on and by the Nine, I stumbled upon this thread. Stendaar smiles upon me. I feel your server would combine three of my favorite things. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Nope, not yet but as soon as I get a feel of the server I will. Did you join our forum? On Enjin? Yes I have already done that and will look more on it after this application. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Becoming a character of fictitious origin and taking upon adventure that you cannot truly experience without imagination. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing all, seeing all. Omniscient. Unfair knowledge in a RP environment. Define Power-gaming in your words:Over power on your actions and also on others, puppeteering to a unfair degree. Calling wildcard immunities to attack or response.
IC: Name: Diren Hoth Nickname: (Optional) Hoth Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: A lean and muscular Breton with Golden eyes and a smirked facade. He wears his long hair back in a tradition Imperial militia Breton way. He weighs 178 lbs and stands at 6'3. He has various tattoos and markings, and carries the odor of pine and shore winds. Personality: He is a cold man, with a warm smile. His golden glimmer gives him the warmest look of any Breton from the Reach. He can be terse and is often described as strongly aggressive passive. In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*His boots strapped tightly in corundum fittings give way to its Nordic makers hands, they cling as he walks off the sulking ship and onto the shores of Akavir. Clutching his Black Book he takes note of the scenery. Its serenity giving off a summer glow he then spots a local fisherman and approaches with the cling following his silent steps...*
"Sir, may I inquire about these lands or perhaps any places a man such as I can earn coin?"
Hoths breath carries lightly with this first onshore dialogue after months at sea.. The winds werent kind on the waves.
"Yes...yes..yes? there is a garrison not far from here taking recruits, you look like you can carry some slaughterfish on your boney fingers, what say you"
this fisherman obviously doesnt know how to conversate without mentioning his own trade Hoth had thought, then smirked and trotted off taking note of every place shadows can be casted after this summer glow was over...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Young Hoth, with ties to the Markarth throne and the son of Unfurled Solomon, Lord Of The Forsworn. Born in the Reach in Skyrim, Hoth has traveled tamriel with his mother alongside Thanes and Thalmors alike. Growing up he had known his father was Forsworn, nor his mother. But the feral tenacity in his blood always seemed to draw danger. Seeking refuge in books and arcane arts he sought to extend his knowledge base by "field work". He was enlisted in the Imperial Army at 15, he was trained like any other soldier, he even took a liking to crossbows and enchantments. He had been promoted to guard emissaries of Thalmor background and was keen in his hunting skills and book lore.
Always "picking up" a used or ancient tome wherever the mood strikes, his curiosity often diluted him from objective. Upon 18 years of age he fell in love with his Thalmor emissary, an Altmer by the name of Hilon Nyeh. The two formed a bond that was rejected by Thalmor at first, but realized it to be a good leverage upon the Throne of Markarth, even Skyrim and the Empire. Alas, a year later upon a tour of Elsywer with his betrothed Dark Brotherhood assassins came for him and his love. Awoken and outnumbered he grabbed a wooden sword meant to be a gift for his unborn and fended off the Agents of Sithis. He fought so bravely for her, and to his last recollection he smelled blood and magicks. Rushing to her he was riled and tense, too late in the matter as her spirit waned and the last of her Altmer blood soaked in the wood floor. Hoth didnt take her death as a tragedy, but instead carried her body to the courtyard and sprinkled Moon sugar around her with the aid of Khajiit neighbors. He grew up knowing death, but he learned to suppress that feeling. The feeling of cold calculation, he then tucked his Black Book away knowing it was time to leave Tamriel..
OOC:
IGN: Micahmicah13
Age: above 17 and below 30 but would perfer not to specify for internet safety.
Why us?: Iv'e been into RP stuff for a while and loved the video trailer. I've been wanting to play a role playing Minecraft server, but haven't found a good one.
Voted for Planet Minecraft: no, but I will.
Forum: no but I will.
Role-playing: To act as a fictional character would in a fictional environment.
Meta-gaming: to use outside information to affect the decision your character would make. (like when you know the Cthulhu will come but you have to get on the boat anyway.)
Power-gaming: "I shoot Cthulhu with my godly lightning-bolt spell and he fries. Yes, I am a level one thief." Performing difficult or impossible tasks in an unrealistic way.
IC:
Name: Kent Nailow
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Appearance: Kent is of average height with a slightly stronger build. He has dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. He wears typical clothes and is not all that distinguishable from a crowd.
Personality: Kent is a clever, skeptical man and can be short and cross when interacting with people but usually has a decent amount of patience. He prefers to be alone to think or in a small group that doesn't pester him overmuch. He doesn't usually get involved with other peoples affairs, but is not completly devoid of kindness, and will help in what ways he can. He is polite in general, but not to the point of friendliness.
In-game RP example:
Kent walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
Kent: I'd like a pint of cider, if you would.
Bartender: Sure thing.
Kent: Thank you.
A portly drunk hears this exchange and scowls.
Drunk: Cider?!? That's no drink for a man!! Get a pint o' mead boy!! Put hair on yer chest!!
Kent glances at the drunk almost indiferrently and then turns away.
Drunk: 'Ey!!! D'in't ya hear me boy!?!?!
Kent: I did.
Drunk: You ignorin' me!?!?!?!
Kent: I didn't ask for your opinion, did I?
The drunk gets up quickly, fuming with rage.
Drunk: I think it's time som'one taught ya some respect!!!!
Kent: I think it's time I point out that fighting in this tavern gets you kicked out. How about a drink instead?
The drunk simmers down as he grumbles and thinks things over.
Drunk: Fine...
Kent and the Drunk continue to drink until the drunk is in a stupor and soon falls asleep.
Kent: Well, I must go.
Kent then leaves the tavern. The drunk wakes up a few hours later, not remembering what happened and, apparently with a bill large enough for two men.
Background:
Kent was born in Whiterun and lived there with his brother Blake. They were orphans and spent much time wandering the streets and "looking" at the goods in the stalls. When he was old enough, Kent became a shop assistant, hoping to learn the basics of trade while his brother went to become a city gaurd. Kent often trained with his brother and his brother often asked him for financial advice. Soon enough, they were both old enough to start lives of their own, with Kent running a small stand and Blake becoming a city gaurd. Thay lived under the same roof for many years until misfortune struck. Blake recieved reports of caravan travelers being attacked by bandits and was sent out with his platoon to deal with them. Less than a fifth of the men returned in defeat, and Blake was not among them. Kent fell into grief and swore to avenge his brother. He donned his brothers spare leather armor and took up his sword and bow and set out alone the next day in search of the bandits. He found their camp, mostly destroyed by the keeps men. He hid amongst the rocks and began to fire arrow after arrow at the remaining 13 bandits. He took out 7 befor the bandits knew where he was and 4 more as they ran toward him. The remaining 2 he cut down with his sword.
Soon after the incident, Kent left for Akavir, hoping to escape the memories of his home. He traveled with a small caravan, acting both as a merchant and a mercenary, protecting the group and bringing in profit whenever they stopped. He began to cope with the loss of his brother, but the pain of home stayed with him. Soon, they arrived in Akavir. Kent didn't have enough money yet to buy a shop or house, so he decided to work at a nearby farm. It is there that he learned about farming and hunting and gathering. He worked at the farm until he saved up enough money to buy a plot of land and a small stand in the market, buying goods to sell when able and farming and gathering them when not. He would often go to the tavern or Stay for extended periods in the woods, thinking, wondering, wishing things had been different. Many of the townsfolk found him to be a quiet, if not anti-social, character and would often avoid or ignore him. They thought him to be slow-witted or lazy, unable or unwilling to do much more than keep himself going. Still, his prices were fair and his goods were good and he eventually bought a larger shop. He still runs it today, but refuses to sell a certain product due to a personal belief:
OOC: IGN: ree9munity Age: 15 Why us?: I've been looking for an MC RP server that requires backstory. I find it limits the amount of players and let's skilled RPers in. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I will after I type this app! Did you join our forum? No, I will after though!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking in the role and life of a fictional character, where you live as them and make their choices.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using cheats that aren't exactly hacks such as XRay texture packs or creating all diamond equipment if your character has never been mining.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When in battle saying things that a character wouldn't be able to do like "Damien kills you all with one swing of the sword" and so on.
IC:
Name: Damien Black Age: 42
Gender: Male Race: Nord
Appearance: Damien is a normal looking nord, a long black beard that stretches to his pectorals and a sort of shaggy hair cut. He wears clothes made of a fine blue silk and can be distinguished by the scar across his left eye
Personality: Damien is a passive man, and will most likely not offer you help if he sees nothing in it for him. When he gets angry, he has the rage of a hundred men, yet now in his later years, he has learned to control his anger. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) In the shop, Damien hammers away at an iron sword that is orange from the heat. He looks up as the door closes. Damien- Hail there stranga'. What can I do for you today? Stranger-Ah yes, greetings. I'm here on behalf of the Duke, I believe you have a sword awaiting pickup? Damien- *Pauses for a minute and thinks to himself* Yes, yes I do. Uhm, can you tell me when it was dropped off? It's...It's for the store ledger. Stranger-Shut up smitty and give me the sword *Man steps up to the counter as he says it* Damien-*Unsheaths sword and lunges at the man, stabbing the mans shirt and trapping him to the wall* Next time, you may want to do a better job at imitating the Dukes Cross. If I catch you in here again, I'll make sure it's not just the shirt that breaks. *Damien pulls bck the sword and watches as the terrified man runs from the door* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Damien was born to normal parents during times after the Great Skyrim War, however he never knew them. As a baby, a group of bandits known as the Red Skulls raided the camp where Damien was staying and took Damien with them as a hostage. When reaching the bandits camp, the leader, Orsinir The Black, took immediate liking to the baby and took him up as his own. Damien grew up thinking Orsinir was his father, often playing in the main tent with Orsinir while the rest of the Red Skulls were out causing havoc. As the years passed, Orsinirs love for the child grew, and so did Damiens love for Orsinir. Orsinir would take Damien into the caves nearby camp and they would go exploring together. Eventually, Damiens 14 year birthday came around and Damien was sent into the caves as Orsinir set up a celebration for him. Damien emerged from the cave and celebrated with the rest of the gang, having fun and drinking into the night. However, at nights end, before everyone went to bed, Orsinir knelt by Damien and handed him an Iron hammer. It was passed down through Orsinir's family and now it was Damiens time to own the heir. For the next 3 months Damien carried the hammer with pride and dignity, never using it once, but using more as an accessory...until one day, he would have no choice but to use it.The raid started in the dead of night, the members of the Red Skulls being awoken to the tents being ignited. Damien awoke and immediately grabbed the hammer at his beds side, running through the exit. The raiders were the members of the Dragon Followers, a cult of men who sacrificed the lives of others to the spirit of Alduin. The Red Skulls were weary of the Dragon Followers and knew of their insanity, but just stayed away from them. Damien equipped his hammer and smashed through at least 12 members of the Dragon Followers before reaching the main tent, where Orsinir slept. He entered the tent to the scene of a scythe penetrating the heart of Orsinir. Shouting a war cry, Damien threw the hammer at the attacker and killed the man, all while running to Orsinir. As he reached his side, Orsinir was spitting blood. In his last words, Orsinir muttered something to Damien. While it was hard to hear, Damien was sure he said "Akavir". Not knowing what Akavir was, Damien left the tent and continued to defend the camp. In the end, the Red Skull were victorious, but their leader was lost... In honor and heir, they appointed Damien to be the new leader of The Red Skulls. For years Damien lead the Red Skulls, leading the gang into battle and taking the majority of the remaining camps that scattered the path from Skyrim to the mysterious land no one traveled to. It wasn't until Damien actually took notice of the path that his life would change. He would often find himself thinking about where the path lead to, and why they had never traveled there before. Now in his later years, he had grown independent and mature; leaving the Red Skulls for the last time, he set out. Damien walked for months before finally reaching the nearest city. As he crossed the border he saw a sign that read "Akavir". As Damien thought back, he realised that Orsinir had wanted Damien to travel here sooner. Orsinir didn't want Damien to live a bandit life anymore. With nothing else really in his skill, and the guards not hiring him due to his bandit past, Damien set up shop as the local blacksmith, where he resides today. Im pretty sure Skooma kills, right?
DENIED Your meta gaming definition is wrong. You are not aloud to start with a job or weapons. Change these things and you will be good.
OOC: IGN:tetebear12 Age: 18 Why us?: it seems like a cool sever to play on seeing the trailer Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: yes Did you join our forum? yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is playing as a character and putting yourself in their position in their actions and interactions with others. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using out of character information in RP while your character wouldn't normally know that information. Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is making yourself particularly over powered and able to do unrealistic actions such as breaking out of chains with your bare hands.
IC:
Name: Tegolwen Nickname: (Optional) Age:18
Gender: female Race:high elf/altmer
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...igh-elf-female/ Personality: kind, sweet,creative,quite,shy,outgoing,helpful ect.
In-game RP example: *Tegolwen enters a nearby Tavern and approaches the bartender*
Tegolwen: Excuse me……sir?
Bartender: Hello Miss, what can I do for you?
Tegolwen: Have you seen a man named Samiel around……?
Bartender: I’ve seen him around the city a good bit yeah, mostly around the main gate.
Tegolwen: Thank you……..
*Tegolwen quickly leaves the Tavern heading towards the city’s main gate* Background:Tegolwen was born in the city of Septimia in Akavir to two great mages. Her father specialized in conjuration while her mother was a healer that healed out citizens in need. Unfortunately at the age of 7 her father was asked by the guards to apprehend a notorious criminal causing havoc and harm to many citizens. While on this task however her father found himself caught in a trap laid out by the criminal and was killed while the criminal was caught shortly after. Tegolwen was then left with only her mother to take care of her, while her mother did the best she could to manage without Tegolwen’s father. Tegolwen did miss her father and with this tragic event she started to grow a desire to help others. She slowly began to show interest her mother’s healing as well but she was told she was too young and that she had to wait till she was older.
At the age of 12 Tegolwen was finally allowed to learn healing magic and took full advantage of it. She was greatly enthralled by what the magic could do and spent a good portion of her free time either training or learning from her mother. At the age of 15 Tegolwen’s mother came down with an unknown illness that none of the other healers or physicians could seem to cure with what they knew and had. What’s worse is that others started to turn their backs on them. With this Tegolwen’s desire to make a change in the world and have it be better for others so that no one else would have to go through what her and her mother and father have grew and increased. At the age of 16 her mother succumbed to the disease leaving Tegolwen by herself at which point she did what she could by doing small jobs around town to help support herself. At the age of 18 however she saw a man named Samiel help out a group of citizens and heal someone later finding out he was the leader of a group called The Light of Akavir. She felt that if she could only join up with them then she might be able to help others as she desired to.
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DENIED Please write an appearance, as well as make your personality more in-depth. Also in your backstory you are not allowed to have magic in RP unless you apply on the website. So fix those things and apply for magic and you'll be good to go.
OOC:
IGN:Nbar97
Age:17
Why us?: I have always loved the elder scrolls series and I like Minecraft
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Did you join our forum? Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is creating a fictional character and reacting to a situation based on that characters beliefs and experiances.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Not letting another person react to a situation
IC:
Name: Delvin Frey
Nickname: (Optional) Frey (Known as Frey The Impaler In High Rock)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Brenton
Appearance: Short in Stature With short Brown Hair
Personality: very Intelligent and able to out think any opposition, A Great military stratagist and is always looking to Debate with some one. Has an " I'm Better than you attitude." Also Knows The power of Money and how it makes the world go round.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
-Frey sits in a Chair at the Docks of Daggerfall Reading a copy of "Mixed Units Tactics"-
-A Very old Begger Walks Up to Frey-
Begger: Please mister can you spare a coin
-Frey calmly closes his book and says- "If I had A coin to spare Don't You think I would come up to you and give you a coin.
-A supprised look appears on the beggers face after recognizing Frey's Voice- "Your Frey The Impaler please don't kill me Mr.Impaler uh I mean Mr.Frey."
-Frey chuckles- "I'M no Killer"
-The Begger has a puzeling look on his face-
Begger: Then why do you call you Frey the Impaler?"
Frey: That name was givin a number of years ago a political enemy he gave me the name as away of describing me Political dominance not my ruthlessness on the field of battle"
-Frey slowly stands up-
Frey: I must be off"
-Frey walks up the ramp of a Boat and Grips the hand rail very tightly-
-The Boat leaves the Dock-
-The old Begger hears many angry Orcs welling "Get dat Frey"
-The Begger sits in a chair wondering what just happened-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in the city of Wayrest In Highrock his family was moderately wealthy. His father a Mage was educated a the collage of Winterhold and wanted his son to do the same but from a very early age it was clear that he belonged in Politics instead of an Arcane University. At the age of 11 he tricked his father into buying him a fencing trainer. This Trainer taught him the Art of Swordplay but also imbedded in him that a sword was for defending ones self and for sport.
At the age of 17 He attended The collage of Wayrest. He was at the top of his class and showed great promise in the arts of politics. He Moved to Daggerfall after graduating in three years he was ready to shine on the political stage. Some call him The persuader for his talent to change his political enemy's mind in a heartbeat. Sometimes his words got him into trouble once he proclaimed himself mightier than Akatosh. But his biggest mistake was calling the Orcs " unfoundedly stupid"
On his way to Akvair to seek a new playing field of challengers. His first idea is to start a political party that will dominate the Politics of Akvair aswell as become a wealthy trader. Sitting on the Boat planning his new life he is ready to take Akvair by storm
Skooma kills
DENIED Uh I'm pretty sure TES does not have fencing. Also your background is not very detailed. Fix this stuff and you'll be whitelisted.
Could I be Whitelisted? I would greatly like to be a part of this, my friend told me about Akavir, and after some researching... I found this server and I was exited, because he knows I'm greatly into the Elder Scrolls Series and to know somebody would go through to do something like this is incredible, I also have my own DeviantArt with a couple of friends, EpicPrivate - Victini15 - and lastly me, Crazemybox, Thanks for taking your time!
IGN:H33Z4Y Age: 21 Why us?: Was looking for a new server to play on and by the Nine, I stumbled upon this thread. Stendaar smiles upon me. I feel your server would combine three of my favorite things. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Nope, not yet but as soon as I get a feel of the server I will. Did you join our forum? On Enjin? Yes I have already done that and will look more on it after this application. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Becoming a character of fictitious origin and taking upon adventure that you cannot truly experience without imagination. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing all, seeing all. Omniscient. Unfair knowledge in a RP environment. Define Power-gaming in your words:Over power on your actions and also on others, puppeteering to a unfair degree. Calling wildcard immunities to attack or response.
IC: Name: Diren Hoth Nickname: (Optional) Hoth Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Breton Appearance: A lean and muscular Breton with Golden eyes and a smirked facade. He wears his long hair back in a tradition Imperial militia Breton way. He weighs 178 lbs and stands at 6'3. He has various tattoos and markings, and carries the odor of pine and shore winds. Personality: He is a cold man, with a warm smile. His golden glimmer gives him the warmest look of any Breton from the Reach. He can be terse and is often described as strongly aggressive passive. In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*His boots strapped tightly in corundum fittings give way to its Nordic makers hands, they cling as he walks off the sulking ship and onto the shores of Akavir. Clutching his Black Book he takes note of the scenery. Its serenity giving off a summer glow he then spots a local fisherman and approaches with the cling following his silent steps...*
"Sir, may I inquire about these lands or perhaps any places a man such as I can earn coin?"
Hoths breath carries lightly with this first onshore dialogue after months at sea.. The winds werent kind on the waves.
"Yes...yes..yes? there is a garrison not far from here taking recruits, you look like you can carry some slaughterfish on your boney fingers, what say you"
this fisherman obviously doesnt know how to conversate without mentioning his own trade Hoth had thought, then smirked and trotted off taking note of every place shadows can be casted after this summer glow was over...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Young Hoth, with ties to the Markarth throne and the son of Unfurled Solomon, Lord Of The Forsworn. Born in the Reach in Skyrim, Hoth has traveled tamriel with his mother alongside Thanes and Thalmors alike. Growing up he had known his father was Forsworn, nor his mother. But the feral tenacity in his blood always seemed to draw danger. Seeking refuge in books and arcane arts he sought to extend his knowledge base by "field work". He was enlisted in the Imperial Army at 15, he was trained like any other soldier, he even took a liking to crossbows and enchantments. He had been promoted to guard emissaries of Thalmor background and was keen in his hunting skills and book lore.
Always "picking up" a used or ancient tome wherever the mood strikes, his curiosity often diluted him from objective. Upon 18 years of age he fell in love with his Thalmor emissary, an Altmer by the name of Hilon Nyeh. The two formed a bond that was rejected by Thalmor at first, but realized it to be a good leverage upon the Throne of Markarth, even Skyrim and the Empire. Alas, a year later upon a tour of Elsywer with his betrothed Dark Brotherhood assassins came for him and his love. Awoken and outnumbered he grabbed a wooden sword meant to be a gift for his unborn and fended off the Agents of Sithis. He fought so bravely for her, and to his last recollection he smelled blood and magicks. Rushing to her he was riled and tense, too late in the matter as her spirit waned and the last of her Altmer blood soaked in the wood floor. Hoth didnt take her death as a tragedy, but instead carried her body to the courtyard and sprinkled Moon sugar around her with the aid of Khajiit neighbors. He grew up knowing death, but he learned to suppress that feeling. The feeling of cold calculation, he then tucked his Black Book away knowing it was time to leave Tamriel..
DENIED I doubt you would be able to single handedly beat trained assassins with a wooden sword. Also go read the rules you are missing something important.
OOC:
IGN: Micahmicah13
Age: above 17 and below 30 but would perfer not to specify for internet safety.
Why us?: Iv'e been into RP stuff for a while and loved the video trailer. I've been wanting to play a role playing Minecraft server, but haven't found a good one.
Voted for Planet Minecraft: no, but I will.
Forum: no but I will.
Role-playing: To act as a fictional character would in a fictional environment.
Meta-gaming: to use outside information to affect the decision your character would make. (like when you know the Cthulhu will come but you have to get on the boat anyway.)
Power-gaming: "I shoot Cthulhu with my godly lightning-bolt spell and he fries. Yes, I am a level one thief." Performing difficult or impossible tasks in an unrealistic way.
IC:
Name: Kent Nailow
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Appearance: Kent is of average height with a slightly stronger build. He has dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. He wears typical clothes and is not all that distinguishable from a crowd.
Personality: Kent is a clever, skeptical man and can be short and cross when interacting with people but usually has a decent amount of patience. He prefers to be alone to think or in a small group that doesn't pester him overmuch. He doesn't usually get involved with other peoples affairs, but is not completly devoid of kindness, and will help in what ways he can. He is polite in general, but not to the point of friendliness.
In-game RP example:
Kent walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
Kent: I'd like a pint of cider, if you would.
Bartender: Sure thing.
Kent: Thank you.
A portly drunk hears this exchange and scowls.
Drunk: Cider?!? That's no drink for a man!! Get a pint o' mead boy!! Put hair on yer chest!!
Kent glances at the drunk almost indiferrently and then turns away.
Drunk: 'Ey!!! D'in't ya hear me boy!?!?!
Kent: I did.
Drunk: You ignorin' me!?!?!?!
Kent: I didn't ask for your opinion, did I?
The drunk gets up quickly, fuming with rage.
Drunk: I think it's time som'one taught ya some respect!!!!
Kent: I think it's time I point out that fighting in this tavern gets you kicked out. How about a drink instead?
The drunk simmers down as he grumbles and thinks things over.
Drunk: Fine...
Kent and the Drunk continue to drink until the drunk is in a stupor and soon falls asleep.
Kent: Well, I must go.
Kent then leaves the tavern. The drunk wakes up a few hours later, not remembering what happened and, apparently with a bill large enough for two men.
Background:
Kent was born in Whiterun and lived there with his brother Blake. They were orphans and spent much time wandering the streets and "looking" at the goods in the stalls. When he was old enough, Kent became a shop assistant, hoping to learn the basics of trade while his brother went to become a city gaurd. Kent often trained with his brother and his brother often asked him for financial advice. Soon enough, they were both old enough to start lives of their own, with Kent running a small stand and Blake becoming a city gaurd. Thay lived under the same roof for many years until misfortune struck. Blake recieved reports of caravan travelers being attacked by bandits and was sent out with his platoon to deal with them. Less than a fifth of the men returned in defeat, and Blake was not among them. Kent fell into grief and swore to avenge his brother. He donned his brothers spare leather armor and took up his sword and bow and set out alone the next day in search of the bandits. He found their camp, mostly destroyed by the keeps men. He hid amongst the rocks and began to fire arrow after arrow at the remaining 13 bandits. He took out 7 befor the bandits knew where he was and 4 more as they ran toward him. The remaining 2 he cut down with his sword.
Soon after the incident, Kent left for Akavir, hoping to escape the memories of his home. He traveled with a small caravan, acting both as a merchant and a mercenary, protecting the group and bringing in profit whenever they stopped. He began to cope with the loss of his brother, but the pain of home stayed with him. Soon, they arrived in Akavir. Kent didn't have enough money yet to buy a shop or house, so he decided to work at a nearby farm. It is there that he learned about farming and hunting and gathering. He worked at the farm until he saved up enough money to buy a plot of land and a small stand in the market, buying goods to sell when able and farming and gathering them when not. He would often go to the tavern or Stay for extended periods in the woods, thinking, wondering, wishing things had been different. Many of the townsfolk found him to be a quiet, if not anti-social, character and would often avoid or ignore him. They thought him to be slow-witted or lazy, unable or unwilling to do much more than keep himself going. Still, his prices were fair and his goods were good and he eventually bought a larger shop. He still runs it today, but refuses to sell a certain product due to a personal belief:
Skooma kills.
DENIED You are not aloud to own a shop or anything like that upon joining. It will be a while before you ever get money for that. Also nobody has opinions of you seeing as how you havent RPed with anyone yet. Fix this stuff and you'll be golden.
OOC:
IGN: ACU20
Age: 14
Why us?: I have been looking for a fun minecraft roleplay sevrer with the elder scrsolls theme for a while, there are many but the last i joined i got banned from for no reason, one of the mods said "If you have been banned you must've been banned for a reason" not looking into why i was banned which made me very unsatisfied. But i have never seen any Akavir style servers. I've always liked the mythology in the books in oblivion and skyrim about akavir and the akaviri mostly but the tang mo and the rest of the species dosen't say much about them.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet i'd like to be accepted first before i do any hasitly decisions.. Did you join our forum? Not yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: In rp you take on the role of another character which you yourself can live in outside of your life and make decisions around your character and the way he'd think or what he'd do meaning that you'll take on "anothers" life. Define Power-Gaming in your words: I mix up power-gaming and meta quite alot but i think this is what it is: He is an overpowered character which seemingly has no weaknessess and if killed he reacts like nothing happened Define Meta-Gaming in your words: i think meta was: if somebod yused knowledge which the player had OOC which the character IG didn't have knowledge of.
IC:
Name: Kamiel Senatoor
Nickname: Kam
Age: 24
Gender: Male Race: Imperial
Appearance: Greenish eyes with brown hair and a brown beard and small scar infront of his right ear.
Personality: Fair, protective and does not like evil personalities and has a sence of public duty to serve the people of both tamriel and akavir as he wants to be treated himself.
In-game RP example: Kamiel? what are you doing you blasted fool? mom specifically told us NOT to play with creeper eggs in the forest! you know it's dangerous!
Dont' worry Nigel you'll be..*Kamiel drops the egg and a creeper emerges from the cracks and explodes*
*Kamiel and nigel stumbles up on their feet after the explosion looking for any wounds*
Phew i'm fine! how about you nigel?
Could've been better..fool...
Background: Kamiel was born in tamriel on the eastern coast of morrowind Nocrom, he was broguth to morrowind and was born during the travel there after his mom had fled from cheydinhal. His mother fled to cheydinhal after the imperial had been attacked numerous raiders and even a dragon which was stalking for prey in the landscape of ash. Many refugees feld towards cheydinhal on the road and was picked off byt raiders, looters and wild animals. She stayed in cheydihal for four days. Cheydinhal was attacked on the fourth day the same which stalked around the imperial city so the refugees waited until the attack was over and only the cheydinhal keep was the only thing which had lasted after the dragons fire as hot a the sun had scorched through the town. The people in the town emerged and headed to Norcom to take the fastest ship to Akavir, sicne it was the only last haven for the fleeing refugees of all sorts. Old guards stumblign around, crazed men and women walkign around praying to the nine divines..and eight..There where disputes among the thalmor and some of the nrods which ended up i na bloody fight which the nords emerged victorious of and became "the undesputed leader" of the caravan.
On their way to the continent of Akavir his mother wrote in a book she found on the rotten floor of the bottomn of the ship, it stenched of rotten pork and dead men she wrote. She wrote abotu where kamiel came from, near anvil in a small farm where his father had worked hard to get food on the table but when the dragon menace approached anvil 30 years ago his father and his uncle took up arms to join the legion to fight off both thalmor and dragons, they returned after 5 years of fighting. But then called out again into battle.
His mother tucked in the book between the cloth and him and about three days after they set sail pirates attacked and managed to take prisoners including his mother. he layed there on the floor for ours being kicked around by the nrods while they where drinking heavily after the battle giving no thouht of the people they had lost. An argonian picked him up and started to smell him he was abotu to take a bite of kamiel, when another argonian female by the name Nai'ma defended the baby wit hher lfie punching the bigger argonian whic hws holdign the baby and took teh baby and pressed him tighly to his chest while nearly growlign at the other argonian. The nords encuraged them to fight to place bets and earn some money. But the other argonian stated that he had no tiem to fight a weak woman and turned around and walked away. Throughout the years after they came to akavir they had started a small goods shop in *insert akavir town name here* and they weren't starving or having a financial problem. He was raised in a quite rich area with nice people ut the Tang'Mo in the area where known for stealing from teh shops in the town.
At the age of 18 he joined the town guard so he could serve the public against the raiding tang'mo people. After six years of defendind the town the guards went corrput and he immediately left, going back to the shop to thank his "mother" after all she'd done to him. He said he planned exploring Akavir and said he would return, he put the book in his pocket and set out to the unknown...
Skooma kills!
DENIED Power gaming is a little off. Also you are not allowed to have had any interactions in Akavir before being accepted. So being a guard and stuff like that is not allowed. Or having a job. That kind of thing.
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hey i would like to apply for this server i am 18 yeas old and if i like the server i will donate! my minecraft username is adierdorff thanks! Skooma kills!(i read the rules)
Why us? I've always enjoyed RP but have not done so in awhile and love the Elder scrolls. Looking to join to have fun role playing an make new friends
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Time you can dedicate: depending on work any where from 2 to 4 hours aday or so
Define roleplaying in your words: Taking the place of a character in a story/world and playing that character how they would really act to the situation's around them.
Define meta-gaming in your words: using out side knowledge to manipulate the game.
Define power-gaming in your words: trying to play godmode or acting like you can do anything you want and rules do not aply.
Name: Caigul Ravensfall
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Standing at about 6'3 he has a slight muscular build. A scar runs down his left cheek. His brown hair is cut in a short mohawk and his beard is styled into a goatee. His green eyes are deep set behind his low brow yet has a merry light to them. He tends to wear hunting garb of a dark green color with black boots.
Weapons: Long sword,hunting bow
Personality: Light heart and easy going Caigul prefers to be out in the wild spending his time exploring new places or hunting game. Taken more to kindness Caigul likes to help those in need.
Background: Caigul came from a small hunting cominuty and would often spend days out in the wilderness with his father hunting game. At a young age he was fasinated with the storeys of adventueres exploreing caves and find lost lore and tressure. A passing mage was wounded by wolf and was taken in to heal. As the days passed he would tell storeys and teach any who wanted to learn about the lost dwemer and there lost empire. Caigul wanted to see these ruin's one day to unlock there mysteries. When he was old enough to set out on his own he wandered the wilds of skyrim exploring any cave he could find looking for lost bits of knowlage. On one such adventure while shifting through some rubble a cave spider jumped at him from the shadows draging a fang down his left cheek leaving a scar to this day.
Caigul had made many friends on his travels but did not tend to stay in one place for long as the call of the road always seem to beat in his heart. One day he might find a place to settle down but for now there where mysteries to be solved and places to see. As he sat in a tavern one night he heard talk of a strange place called Akavir. The promise of new adventure was tanalising as he sat drinknig his ale. what new sights awaited him in this land? In the morning he gathered his belonings and made ready to travel to Akavir. It would be a long journey but the great sights and wonders to behold would be worth it.
Why us?: Because you look like a good server who knows what there doing
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will do if/when im accepted
Did you join our forum? I will do if/when im accepted but i have looked at it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) A roleplay is when you pretend to be someone your not in or out of a game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is When you give you Role playcharacterinformation he wouldn'tnormally have.Eg Knowing the way to a city hes never been to
Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you do something with out giving the other people involved a choice eg Power gaming would Be *Ben Slit the mans throatinstead of Ben Tried to Slit the mans throat
IC:
Name: Ben meldor
Nickname: (Optional) Ben
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Appearance: A Nice looking elf with Dark blue Eyes But a Slightly Cruel Smile
Personality: Underhand and Crafty Everyone thinks he is the Nice's Person they have ever met,Until he Mugs them that is... In-game RP example: (Include dialog) * The Father Walks out on to the patio to Find his son Sitting high up on the garden wall* Son (Ben) : Look Dad I can Do it Finally iv claimed up here All by myself. Father: Get Down At once Ben. You Know Its Not safe up there Son: But Dad Iv done it Finaly Iv done it Father: Get Down At once i order you The Boy slowly And Reluctantly climes Down. Father You See We have to look Respectable. son: your Such a Sado Never letting me have fun. The Father Hits The Boy Hard around the face, The boy trys not to show the pain but gives in and Crys out* Father you Repeat those words Again and it will be Down to the basement with you
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) It All Started When Ben was still young around the time of the great war,Bens Father Was an Important man and a strong Supporter of the Thalmore. But ben Did not share his dads views In Fact he had no real love for his father at all, as ben Got older and older He Started Becoming More and more rebellious.This Angerd his father Deeply and started to Think of what to do, Then he had it he Could get his son Signed up for the army he would be old enough in just a few weeks. But ben wasnt going to stick around for that he had heard of his fathers plans and had enough,mean while he had heard about the travelers going across to Akavir,And his Mind raced at the chance to start a new life Maby not a law abiding one though. Soon He Had made his decision and he set off on his Journey,To Akavir. Ben made the Trip just fine He had always been good with a sword and a bow and with his father being rich he always had training in it, so he Started to mug people and kill them using his Archery and Bow Skills And Somtimes even magic he Made his way around Akavir as A travling badit. We Do not know what lies ahead of ben but what we do know is that skooma Kills
Just reposting as my app still hasnt been looked at Thanks Notbond
Hello Notbond, I am sorry to say but your app has been denied, here are a few ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again: 1.Give a more in-depth description of Meta_Gaming. 2.Go more in-depth about your characters appearance, you have told us nothing about what he wears, his hair color, skin tone, etc. You should be going into as much detail as you can in this section so people can get a good idea of what your character looks like. 3.More in-depth description of your characters personality, you have listed traits but nothing about how he talks, how he acts around people and how he generally behaves, go into as much detail as you can when re-writing this. 3.Your backstory has very little information about your characters past, there is nothing about his childhood or life growing up with his father. The backstory is the most important part of your app, it is crucial you add as much information about your characters past before Akavir as possible such as if there were any significant events that happened in his life that changed him forever, what happened to his mother, did he have any childhood friends, etc.Also, in our servers lore the war ended 80 years ago meaning your backstory doesn't match up with our servers lore. You can find the servers lore on the first page, you should read it and match your backstory up to it as much as possible. 4.Improve on your grammar, there are words that randomly start with a capital letter throughout your app for no reason. I am sorry but until you make these changes your app is denied.
hey i would like to apply for this server i am 18 yeas old and if i like the server i will donate! my minecraft username is adierdorff thanks! Skooma kills!(i read the rules)
To join the server you'll need to fill out the application template on the first page.
Why us? I've always enjoyed RP but have not done so in awhile and love the Elder scrolls. Looking to join to have fun role playing an make new friends
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Time you can dedicate: depending on work any where from 2 to 4 hours aday or so
Define roleplaying in your words: Taking the place of a character in a story/world and playing that character how they would really act to the situation's around them.
Define meta-gaming in your words: using out side knowledge to manipulate the game.
Define power-gaming in your words: trying to play godmode or acting like you can do anything you want and rules do not aply.
Name: Caigul Ravensfall
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Standing at about 6'3 he has a slight muscular build. A scar runs down his left cheek. His brown hair is cut in a short mohawk and his beard is styled into a goatee. His green eyes are deep set behind his low brow yet has a merry light to them. He tends to wear hunting garb of a dark green color with black boots.
Weapons: Long sword,hunting bow
Personality: Light heart and easy going Caigul prefers to be out in the wild spending his time exploring new places or hunting game. Taken more to kindness Caigul likes to help those in need.
Background: Caigul came from a small hunting cominuty and would often spend days out in the wilderness with his father hunting game. At a young age he was fasinated with the storeys of adventueres exploreing caves and find lost lore and tressure. A passing mage was wounded by wolf and was taken in to heal. As the days passed he would tell storeys and teach any who wanted to learn about the lost dwemer and there lost empire. Caigul wanted to see these ruin's one day to unlock there mysteries. When he was old enough to set out on his own he wandered the wilds of skyrim exploring any cave he could find looking for lost bits of knowlage. On one such adventure while shifting through some rubble a cave spider jumped at him from the shadows draging a fang down his left cheek leaving a scar to this day.
Caigul had made many friends on his travels but did not tend to stay in one place for long as the call of the road always seem to beat in his heart. One day he might find a place to settle down but for now there where mysteries to be solved and places to see. As he sat in a tavern one night he heard talk of a strange place called Akavir. The promise of new adventure was tanalising as he sat drinknig his ale. what new sights awaited him in this land? In the morning he gathered his belonings and made ready to travel to Akavir. It would be a long journey but the great sights and wonders to behold would be worth it.
skooma kills
Sorry but your app can not be reviewed until you either add everything that is in the app template on the first page or use the template itself.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/24/2011
Posts:
63
Minecraft:
H33Z4Y
Member Details
OOC
IGN:H33Z4Y Age: 21 Why us?: Was looking for a new server to play on and by the Nine, I stumbled upon this thread. Stendaar smiles upon me. I feel your server would combine three of my favorite things. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Nope, not yet but as soon as I get a feel of the server I will. Did you join our forum? On Enjin? Yes I have already done that and will look more on it after this application.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Becoming a character of fictitious origin and taking upon adventure that you cannot truly experience without imagination.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing all, seeing all. Omniscient. Unfair knowledge in a RP environment.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Over power on your actions and also on others, puppeteering to a unfair degree. Calling wildcard immunities to attack or response.
IC: Name: Diren Hoth
Nickname: (Optional) Hoth
Age: 23
Gender: Male Race: Breton
Appearance: A lean and muscular Breton with Golden eyes and a smirked facade. He wears his long hair back in a tradition Imperial militia Breton way. He weighs 178 lbs and stands at 6'3. He has various tattoos and markings, and carries the odor of pine and shore winds. Personality: He is a cold man, with a warm smile. His golden glimmer gives him the warmest look of any Breton from the Reach. He can be terse and is often described as strongly aggressive passive.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*His boots strapped tightly in corundum fittings give way to its Nordic makers hands, they cling as he walks off the sulking ship and onto the shores of Akavir. Clutching his Black Book he takes note of the scenery. Its serenity giving off a summer glow he then spots a local fisherman and approaches with the cling following his silent steps...*
"Sir, may I inquire about these lands or perhaps any places a man such as I can earn coin?"
Hoths breath carries lightly with this first onshore dialogue after months at sea.. The winds werent kind on the waves.
"Yes...yes..yes? there is a garrison not far from here taking recruits, you look like you can carry some slaughterfish on your boney fingers, what say you"
this fisherman obviously doesnt know how to conversate without mentioning his own trade Hoth had thought, then smirked and trotted off taking note of every place shadows can be casted after this summer glow was over...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
EDIT: Did not see the lore tab on mobile when this was written.
Young Hoth,with ties to the Markarth throne and the son of Unfurled Solomon, Lord Of The Forsworn. Born in the Reach in Skyrim, Hoth has traveled Tamriel with his mother alongside Thanes and Thalmors alike. Growing up he had known his father was Forsworn, nor his mother. But the feral tenacity in his blood always seemed to draw danger. Seeking refuge in books and arcane arts he sought to extend his knowledge base by "field work". He was enlisted in the Imperial Army at 15, he was trained like any other soldier, he even took a liking to crossbows and enchantments. He had been promoted to guard emissaries of Dunmer Redoran background and was keen in his hunting skills and book lore.
Always "picking up" a used or ancient tome wherever the mood strikes, his curiosity often diluted him from objective. Upon 18 years of age he fell in love with his Redoran emissary, an Dunmer by the name of Hilon Nyeh. The two formed a bond that was rejected by House Redoran at first, but realized it to be a good leverage upon the Throne of Markarth, even Skyrim and the Empire. Alas, a year later upon a tour of Elsywer with his betrothed Thalmor assassins came for him and his love. Awoken and outnumbered he grabbed a wooden sword meant to be a gift for his unborn and fended off, but had not defeated the Thalmor Agents. Using pure cunning he feigned the simple oak in its nordic metallic sheath as a defensive measure itself. He fought so bravely for her, the agents were just merely a taunting distraction. To his last recollection he smelled blood and magicks. Rushing to her he was riled and tense, too late in the matter as her spirit waned and the last of her Dunmer blood soaked in the wood floor. Hoth didn't take her death as a tragedy, but instead carried her body to the courtyard and sprinkled Moon sugar around her with the aid of Khajiit neighbors. He grew up knowing death, but he learned to suppress that feeling. The feeling of cold calculation, he then tucked his Black Book away knowing it was time to leave Tamriel..
OOC:
IGN:Nbar97
Age:17
Why us?: I have always loved the elder scrolls series and I like Minecraft
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Did you join our forum? Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is creating a fictional character and reacting to a situation based on that characters beliefs and experiances.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Not letting another person react to a situation
IC:
Name: Delvin Frey
Nickname: (Optional) Frey (Known as Frey The Impaler In High Rock)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Brenton
Appearance: Short in Stature With short Brown Hair
Personality: very Intelligent and able to out think any opposition, A Great military stratagist and is always looking to Debate with some one. Has an " I'm Better than you attitude." Also Knows The power of Money and how it makes the world go round.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
-Frey sits in a Chair at the Docks of Daggerfall Reading a copy of "Mixed Units Tactics"-
-A Very old Begger Walks Up to Frey-
Begger: Please mister can you spare a coin
-Frey calmly closes his book and says- "If I had A coin to spare Don't You think I would come up to you and give you a coin.
-A supprised look appears on the beggers face after recognizing Frey's Voice- "Your Frey The Impaler please don't kill me Mr.Impaler uh I mean Mr.Frey."
-Frey chuckles- "I'M no Killer"
-The Begger has a puzeling look on his face-
Begger: Then why do you call you Frey the Impaler?"
Frey: That name was givin a number of years ago a political enemy he gave me the name as away of describing me Political dominance not my ruthlessness on the field of battle"
-Frey slowly stands up-
Frey: I must be off"
-Frey walks up the ramp of a Boat and Grips the hand rail very tightly-
-The Boat leaves the Dock-
-The old Begger hears many angry Orcs welling "Get dat Frey"
-The Begger sits in a chair wondering what just happened-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in the city of Wayrest In Highrock his family was moderately wealthy. His father a Mage was educated a the collage of Winterhold and wanted his son to do the same but from a very early age it was clear that he belonged in Politics instead of an Arcane University. At the age of 11 he tricked his father into hireing him a swords trainer. This Trainer taught him the Art of Swordplay but also imbedded in him that a sword was for defending ones self. His blade skill came handy one night while coming home from a debate a Tall muscular Nord came up and attempted to rob him. "Give me all you got" said the Nord. Delvin not being afraid calmly pulled out his sword. The Nord being heavier than Delvin was a bit slower which gave Delvin an advantage But the Nord had very heavy armor so Delvin thought as a strategicly he knew he couldn't go straight in so he tried to find weak spots in the armor the he saw there was a little opening in the chest plate. The Nord charged. Frey Ran past him and right when the Nord turned around Delvin put a sword through the slit and the Nord fell over and Died. Ever since the he has always thought of Nords as Stupid Barbarians and Hates every single one.
At the age of 17 He attended The collage of Wayrest. He was at the top of his class and showed great promise in the arts of politics. He Moved to Daggerfall after graduating in three years he was ready to shine on the political stage. Some call him The persuader for his talent to change his political enemy's mind in a heartbeat. Sometimes his words got him into trouble once he proclaimed himself mightier than Akatosh. But his biggest mistake was calling the Orcs " unfoundedly stupid"
On his way to Akvair to seek a new playing field of challengers. He plans his new life to find his way to power and glory. His first idea is to start a political party that will dominate the Politics of Akvair aswell as become a wealthy trader. Sitting on the Boat planning his new life he is ready to take Akvair by storm.
Please, I'm going to quote the previous whitelister to restate what you need to look at:
" - Power-gaming. This is simply being OverPowered. Power-gaming is a type of action you do to another.
- RP Example. Quick check. You know there are no cannons in TES?
- He was 35 when he got to Akavir, but he's 256 now? That's 221 years unaccounted for. What he be doing for that huge amount of time? Nothing? Explain this, be detailed, but cover all points. You can't be a faction leader.
- Rules. Make sure you read them all.
Denied "
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Hello, my name is selbor61 and I shall be reviewing your application.
Here are a couple of things to look at:
Read all the rules, you're missing something.
I'm pretty sure this is an app from another server/place. The TES: Akavir takes 80 years after the events in Skyrim. Match the character lore with out lore.
Use the proper template.
The background needs to be extended. Buff it.
Thank you for looking this over, but for now: Denied
Well, let us begin the whitelisting!
Here are some issues: Read all of the rules, you are missing something.
Broaden up the way he got to Akavir.
That's about it, and I like to congratulate you on a good app!
Unfortunately, for now :Denied
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IGN: ree9munity
Age: 15
Why us?: I've been looking for an MC RP server that requires backstory. I find it limits the amount of players and let's skilled RPers in.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, but I will after I type this app!
Did you join our forum? No, I will after though!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking in the role and life of a fictional character, where you live as them and make their choices.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using cheats that aren't exactly hacks such as XRay texture packs or creating all diamond equipment if your character has never been mining.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When in battle saying things that a character wouldn't be able to do like "Damien kills you all with one swing of the sword" and so on.
IC:
Name: Damien Black
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Damien is a normal looking nord, a long black beard that stretches to his pectorals and a sort of shaggy hair cut. He wears clothes made of a fine blue silk and can be distinguished by the scar across his left eye
Personality: Damien is a passive man, and will most likely not offer you help if he sees nothing in it for him. When he gets angry, he has the rage of a hundred men, yet now in his later years, he has learned to control his anger.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
In the shop, Damien hammers away at an iron sword that is orange from the heat. He looks up as the door closes.
Damien- Hail there stranga'. What can I do for you today?
Stranger-Ah yes, greetings. I'm here on behalf of the Duke, I believe you have a sword awaiting pickup?
Damien- *Pauses for a minute and thinks to himself* Yes, yes I do. Uhm, can you tell me when it was dropped off? It's...It's for the store ledger.
Stranger-Shut up smitty and give me the sword *Man steps up to the counter as he says it*
Damien-*Unsheaths sword and lunges at the man, stabbing the mans shirt and trapping him to the wall* Next time, you may want to do a better job at imitating the Dukes Cross. If I catch you in here again, I'll make sure it's not just the shirt that breaks. *Damien pulls bck the sword and watches as the terrified man runs from the door*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Damien was born to normal parents during times after the Great Skyrim War, however he never knew them. As a baby, a group of bandits known as the Red Skulls raided the camp where Damien was staying and took Damien with them as a hostage. When reaching the bandits camp, the leader, Orsinir The Black, took immediate liking to the baby and took him up as his own. Damien grew up thinking Orsinir was his father, often playing in the main tent with Orsinir while the rest of the Red Skulls were out causing havoc. As the years passed, Orsinirs love for the child grew, and so did Damiens love for Orsinir. Orsinir would take Damien into the caves nearby camp and they would go exploring together. Eventually, Damiens 14 year birthday came around and Damien was sent into the caves as Orsinir set up a celebration for him. Damien emerged from the cave and celebrated with the rest of the gang, having fun and drinking into the night. However, at nights end, before everyone went to bed, Orsinir knelt by Damien and handed him an Iron hammer. It was passed down through Orsinir's family and now it was Damiens time to own the heir. For the next 3 months Damien carried the hammer with pride and dignity, never using it once, but using more as an accessory...until one day, he would have no choice but to use it.The raid started in the dead of night, the members of the Red Skulls being awoken to the tents being ignited. Damien awoke and immediately grabbed the hammer at his beds side, running through the exit. The raiders were the members of the Dragon Followers, a cult of men who sacrificed the lives of others to the spirit of Alduin. The Red Skulls were weary of the Dragon Followers and knew of their insanity, but just stayed away from them. Damien equipped his hammer and smashed through at least 12 members of the Dragon Followers before reaching the main tent, where Orsinir slept. He entered the tent to the scene of a scythe penetrating the heart of Orsinir. Shouting a war cry, Damien threw the hammer at the attacker and killed the man, all while running to Orsinir. As he reached his side, Orsinir was spitting blood. In his last words, Orsinir muttered something to Damien. While it was hard to hear, Damien was sure he said "Akavir". Not knowing what Akavir was, Damien left the tent and continued to defend the camp. In the end, the Red Skull were victorious, but their leader was lost... In honor and heir, they appointed Damien to be the new leader of The Red Skulls. For years Damien lead the Red Skulls, leading the gang into battle and taking the majority of the remaining camps that scattered the path from Skyrim to the mysterious land no one traveled to. It wasn't until Damien actually took notice of the path that his life would change. He would often find himself thinking about where the path lead to, and why they had never traveled there before. Now in his later years, he had grown independent and mature; leaving the Red Skulls for the last time, he set out.
Damien walked for months before finally reaching the nearest city. As he crossed the border he saw a sign that read "Akavir". As Damien thought back, he realised that Orsinir had wanted Damien to travel here sooner. Orsinir didn't want Damien to live a bandit life anymore. With nothing else really in his skill, and the guards not hiring him due to his bandit past, Damien set up shop as the local blacksmith, where he resides today.
Im pretty sure Skooma kills, right?
-Reece
Thank you.
IGN:tetebear12
Age: 18
Why us?: it seems like a cool sever to play on seeing the trailer
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: yes
Did you join our forum? yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-play is playing as a character and putting yourself in their position in their actions and interactions with others.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using out of character information in RP while your character wouldn't normally know that information.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is making yourself particularly over powered and able to do unrealistic actions such as breaking out of chains with your bare hands.
IC:
Name: Tegolwen
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:18
Gender: female
Race:high elf/altmer
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...igh-elf-female/
Personality: kind, sweet,creative,quite,shy,outgoing,helpful ect.
In-game RP example: *Tegolwen enters a nearby Tavern and approaches the bartender*
Tegolwen: Excuse me……sir?
Bartender: Hello Miss, what can I do for you?
Tegolwen: Have you seen a man named Samiel around……?
Bartender: I’ve seen him around the city a good bit yeah, mostly around the main gate.
Tegolwen: Thank you……..
*Tegolwen quickly leaves the Tavern heading towards the city’s main gate*
Background:Tegolwen was born in the city of Septimia in Akavir to two great mages. Her father specialized in conjuration while her mother was a healer that healed out citizens in need. Unfortunately at the age of 7 her father was asked by the guards to apprehend a notorious criminal causing havoc and harm to many citizens. While on this task however her father found himself caught in a trap laid out by the criminal and was killed while the criminal was caught shortly after. Tegolwen was then left with only her mother to take care of her, while her mother did the best she could to manage without Tegolwen’s father. Tegolwen did miss her father and with this tragic event she started to grow a desire to help others. She slowly began to show interest her mother’s healing as well but she was told she was too young and that she had to wait till she was older.
At the age of 12 Tegolwen was finally allowed to learn healing magic and took full advantage of it. She was greatly enthralled by what the magic could do and spent a good portion of her free time either training or learning from her mother. At the age of 15 Tegolwen’s mother came down with an unknown illness that none of the other healers or physicians could seem to cure with what they knew and had. What’s worse is that others started to turn their backs on them. With this Tegolwen’s desire to make a change in the world and have it be better for others so that no one else would have to go through what her and her mother and father have grew and increased. At the age of 16 her mother succumbed to the disease leaving Tegolwen by herself at which point she did what she could by doing small jobs around town to help support herself. At the age of 18 however she saw a man named Samiel help out a group of citizens and heal someone later finding out he was the leader of a group called The Light of Akavir. She felt that if she could only join up with them then she might be able to help others as she desired to.
Skooma Kills
IGN:Nbar97
Age:17
Why us?: I have always loved the elder scrolls series and I like Minecraft
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Did you join our forum? Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is creating a fictional character and reacting to a situation based on that characters beliefs and experiances.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Not letting another person react to a situation
IC:
Name: Delvin Frey
Nickname: (Optional) Frey (Known as Frey The Impaler In High Rock)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Brenton
Appearance: Short in Stature With short Brown Hair
Personality: very Intelligent and able to out think any opposition, A Great military stratagist and is always looking to Debate with some one. Has an " I'm Better than you attitude." Also Knows The power of Money and how it makes the world go round.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
-Frey sits in a Chair at the Docks of Daggerfall Reading a copy of "Mixed Units Tactics"-
-A Very old Begger Walks Up to Frey-
Begger: Please mister can you spare a coin
-Frey calmly closes his book and says- "If I had A coin to spare Don't You think I would come up to you and give you a coin.
-A supprised look appears on the beggers face after recognizing Frey's Voice- "Your Frey The Impaler please don't kill me Mr.Impaler uh I mean Mr.Frey."
-Frey chuckles- "I'M no Killer"
-The Begger has a puzeling look on his face-
Begger: Then why do you call you Frey the Impaler?"
Frey: That name was givin a number of years ago a political enemy he gave me the name as away of describing me Political dominance not my ruthlessness on the field of battle"
-Frey slowly stands up-
Frey: I must be off"
-Frey walks up the ramp of a Boat and Grips the hand rail very tightly-
-The Boat leaves the Dock-
-The old Begger hears many angry Orcs welling "Get dat Frey"
-The Begger sits in a chair wondering what just happened-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in the city of Wayrest In Highrock his family was moderately wealthy. His father a Mage was educated a the collage of Winterhold and wanted his son to do the same but from a very early age it was clear that he belonged in Politics instead of an Arcane University. At the age of 11 he tricked his father into buying him a fencing trainer. This Trainer taught him the Art of Swordplay but also imbedded in him that a sword was for defending ones self and for sport.
At the age of 17 He attended The collage of Wayrest. He was at the top of his class and showed great promise in the arts of politics. He Moved to Daggerfall after graduating in three years he was ready to shine on the political stage. Some call him The persuader for his talent to change his political enemy's mind in a heartbeat. Sometimes his words got him into trouble once he proclaimed himself mightier than Akatosh. But his biggest mistake was calling the Orcs " unfoundedly stupid"
On his way to Akvair to seek a new playing field of challengers. His first idea is to start a political party that will dominate the Politics of Akvair aswell as become a wealthy trader. Sitting on the Boat planning his new life he is ready to take Akvair by storm
Skooma kills
IGN: H33Z4Y
Age: 21
Why us?: Was looking for a new server to play on and by the Nine, I stumbled upon this thread. Stendaar smiles upon me. I feel your server would combine three of my favorite things.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Nope, not yet but as soon as I get a feel of the server I will.
Did you join our forum? On Enjin? Yes I have already done that and will look more on it after this application.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Becoming a character of fictitious origin and taking upon adventure that you cannot truly experience without imagination.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing all, seeing all. Omniscient. Unfair knowledge in a RP environment.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Over power on your actions and also on others, puppeteering to a unfair degree. Calling wildcard immunities to attack or response.
IC:
Name: Diren Hoth
Nickname: (Optional) Hoth
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: A lean and muscular Breton with Golden eyes and a smirked facade. He wears his long hair back in a tradition Imperial militia Breton way. He weighs 178 lbs and stands at 6'3. He has various tattoos and markings, and carries the odor of pine and shore winds.
Personality: He is a cold man, with a warm smile. His golden glimmer gives him the warmest look of any Breton from the Reach. He can be terse and is often described as strongly aggressive passive.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*His boots strapped tightly in corundum fittings give way to its Nordic makers hands, they cling as he walks off the sulking ship and onto the shores of Akavir. Clutching his Black Book he takes note of the scenery. Its serenity giving off a summer glow he then spots a local fisherman and approaches with the cling following his silent steps...*
"Sir, may I inquire about these lands or perhaps any places a man such as I can earn coin?"
Hoths breath carries lightly with this first onshore dialogue after months at sea.. The winds werent kind on the waves.
"Yes...yes..yes? there is a garrison not far from here taking recruits, you look like you can carry some slaughterfish on your boney fingers, what say you"
this fisherman obviously doesnt know how to conversate without mentioning his own trade Hoth had thought, then smirked and trotted off taking note of every place shadows can be casted after this summer glow was over...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Young Hoth, with ties to the Markarth throne and the son of Unfurled Solomon, Lord Of The Forsworn. Born in the Reach in Skyrim, Hoth has traveled tamriel with his mother alongside Thanes and Thalmors alike. Growing up he had known his father was Forsworn, nor his mother. But the feral tenacity in his blood always seemed to draw danger. Seeking refuge in books and arcane arts he sought to extend his knowledge base by "field work". He was enlisted in the Imperial Army at 15, he was trained like any other soldier, he even took a liking to crossbows and enchantments. He had been promoted to guard emissaries of Thalmor background and was keen in his hunting skills and book lore.
To Each His Own.
IGN: Micahmicah13
Age: above 17 and below 30 but would perfer not to specify for internet safety.
Why us?: Iv'e been into RP stuff for a while and loved the video trailer. I've been wanting to play a role playing Minecraft server, but haven't found a good one.
Voted for Planet Minecraft: no, but I will.
Forum: no but I will.
Role-playing: To act as a fictional character would in a fictional environment.
Meta-gaming: to use outside information to affect the decision your character would make. (like when you know the Cthulhu will come but you have to get on the boat anyway.)
Power-gaming: "I shoot Cthulhu with my godly lightning-bolt spell and he fries. Yes, I am a level one thief." Performing difficult or impossible tasks in an unrealistic way.
IC:
Name: Kent Nailow
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Appearance: Kent is of average height with a slightly stronger build. He has dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. He wears typical clothes and is not all that distinguishable from a crowd.
Personality: Kent is a clever, skeptical man and can be short and cross when interacting with people but usually has a decent amount of patience. He prefers to be alone to think or in a small group that doesn't pester him overmuch. He doesn't usually get involved with other peoples affairs, but is not completly devoid of kindness, and will help in what ways he can. He is polite in general, but not to the point of friendliness.
In-game RP example:
Kent walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
Kent: I'd like a pint of cider, if you would.
Bartender: Sure thing.
Kent: Thank you.
A portly drunk hears this exchange and scowls.
Drunk: Cider?!? That's no drink for a man!! Get a pint o' mead boy!! Put hair on yer chest!!
Kent glances at the drunk almost indiferrently and then turns away.
Drunk: 'Ey!!! D'in't ya hear me boy!?!?!
Kent: I did.
Drunk: You ignorin' me!?!?!?!
Kent: I didn't ask for your opinion, did I?
The drunk gets up quickly, fuming with rage.
Drunk: I think it's time som'one taught ya some respect!!!!
Kent: I think it's time I point out that fighting in this tavern gets you kicked out. How about a drink instead?
The drunk simmers down as he grumbles and thinks things over.
Drunk: Fine...
Kent and the Drunk continue to drink until the drunk is in a stupor and soon falls asleep.
Kent: Well, I must go.
Kent then leaves the tavern. The drunk wakes up a few hours later, not remembering what happened and, apparently with a bill large enough for two men.
Background:
Kent was born in Whiterun and lived there with his brother Blake. They were orphans and spent much time wandering the streets and "looking" at the goods in the stalls. When he was old enough, Kent became a shop assistant, hoping to learn the basics of trade while his brother went to become a city gaurd. Kent often trained with his brother and his brother often asked him for financial advice. Soon enough, they were both old enough to start lives of their own, with Kent running a small stand and Blake becoming a city gaurd. Thay lived under the same roof for many years until misfortune struck. Blake recieved reports of caravan travelers being attacked by bandits and was sent out with his platoon to deal with them. Less than a fifth of the men returned in defeat, and Blake was not among them. Kent fell into grief and swore to avenge his brother. He donned his brothers spare leather armor and took up his sword and bow and set out alone the next day in search of the bandits. He found their camp, mostly destroyed by the keeps men. He hid amongst the rocks and began to fire arrow after arrow at the remaining 13 bandits. He took out 7 befor the bandits knew where he was and 4 more as they ran toward him. The remaining 2 he cut down with his sword.
Soon after the incident, Kent left for Akavir, hoping to escape the memories of his home. He traveled with a small caravan, acting both as a merchant and a mercenary, protecting the group and bringing in profit whenever they stopped. He began to cope with the loss of his brother, but the pain of home stayed with him. Soon, they arrived in Akavir. Kent didn't have enough money yet to buy a shop or house, so he decided to work at a nearby farm. It is there that he learned about farming and hunting and gathering. He worked at the farm until he saved up enough money to buy a plot of land and a small stand in the market, buying goods to sell when able and farming and gathering them when not. He would often go to the tavern or Stay for extended periods in the woods, thinking, wondering, wishing things had been different. Many of the townsfolk found him to be a quiet, if not anti-social, character and would often avoid or ignore him. They thought him to be slow-witted or lazy, unable or unwilling to do much more than keep himself going. Still, his prices were fair and his goods were good and he eventually bought a larger shop. He still runs it today, but refuses to sell a certain product due to a personal belief:
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DENIED Your meta gaming definition is wrong. You are not aloud to start with a job or weapons. Change these things and you will be good.
DENIED Please write an appearance, as well as make your personality more in-depth. Also in your backstory you are not allowed to have magic in RP unless you apply on the website. So fix those things and apply for magic and you'll be good to go.
DENIED Uh I'm pretty sure TES does not have fencing. Also your background is not very detailed. Fix this stuff and you'll be whitelisted.
Could I be Whitelisted? I would greatly like to be a part of this, my friend told me about Akavir, and after some researching... I found this server and I was exited, because he knows I'm greatly into the Elder Scrolls Series and to know somebody would go through to do something like this is incredible, I also have my own DeviantArt with a couple of friends, EpicPrivate - Victini15 - and lastly me, Crazemybox, Thanks for taking your time!
Please fill out the whitelist application.
DENIED I doubt you would be able to single handedly beat trained assassins with a wooden sword. Also go read the rules you are missing something important.
OOC:
IGN: Micahmicah13
Age: above 17 and below 30 but would perfer not to specify for internet safety.
Why us?: Iv'e been into RP stuff for a while and loved the video trailer. I've been wanting to play a role playing Minecraft server, but haven't found a good one.
Voted for Planet Minecraft: no, but I will.
Forum: no but I will.
Role-playing: To act as a fictional character would in a fictional environment.
Meta-gaming: to use outside information to affect the decision your character would make. (like when you know the Cthulhu will come but you have to get on the boat anyway.)
Power-gaming: "I shoot Cthulhu with my godly lightning-bolt spell and he fries. Yes, I am a level one thief." Performing difficult or impossible tasks in an unrealistic way.
IC:
Name: Kent Nailow
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 32
Appearance: Kent is of average height with a slightly stronger build. He has dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. He wears typical clothes and is not all that distinguishable from a crowd.
Personality: Kent is a clever, skeptical man and can be short and cross when interacting with people but usually has a decent amount of patience. He prefers to be alone to think or in a small group that doesn't pester him overmuch. He doesn't usually get involved with other peoples affairs, but is not completly devoid of kindness, and will help in what ways he can. He is polite in general, but not to the point of friendliness.
In-game RP example:
Kent walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
Kent: I'd like a pint of cider, if you would.
Bartender: Sure thing.
Kent: Thank you.
A portly drunk hears this exchange and scowls.
Drunk: Cider?!? That's no drink for a man!! Get a pint o' mead boy!! Put hair on yer chest!!
Kent glances at the drunk almost indiferrently and then turns away.
Drunk: 'Ey!!! D'in't ya hear me boy!?!?!
Kent: I did.
Drunk: You ignorin' me!?!?!?!
Kent: I didn't ask for your opinion, did I?
The drunk gets up quickly, fuming with rage.
Drunk: I think it's time som'one taught ya some respect!!!!
Kent: I think it's time I point out that fighting in this tavern gets you kicked out. How about a drink instead?
The drunk simmers down as he grumbles and thinks things over.
Drunk: Fine...
Kent and the Drunk continue to drink until the drunk is in a stupor and soon falls asleep.
Kent: Well, I must go.
Kent then leaves the tavern. The drunk wakes up a few hours later, not remembering what happened and, apparently with a bill large enough for two men.
Background:
Kent was born in Whiterun and lived there with his brother Blake. They were orphans and spent much time wandering the streets and "looking" at the goods in the stalls. When he was old enough, Kent became a shop assistant, hoping to learn the basics of trade while his brother went to become a city gaurd. Kent often trained with his brother and his brother often asked him for financial advice. Soon enough, they were both old enough to start lives of their own, with Kent running a small stand and Blake becoming a city gaurd. Thay lived under the same roof for many years until misfortune struck. Blake recieved reports of caravan travelers being attacked by bandits and was sent out with his platoon to deal with them. Less than a fifth of the men returned in defeat, and Blake was not among them. Kent fell into grief and swore to avenge his brother. He donned his brothers spare leather armor and took up his sword and bow and set out alone the next day in search of the bandits. He found their camp, mostly destroyed by the keeps men. He hid amongst the rocks and began to fire arrow after arrow at the remaining 13 bandits. He took out 7 befor the bandits knew where he was and 4 more as they ran toward him. The remaining 2 he cut down with his sword.
Soon after the incident, Kent left for Akavir, hoping to escape the memories of his home. He traveled with a small caravan, acting both as a merchant and a mercenary, protecting the group and bringing in profit whenever they stopped. He began to cope with the loss of his brother, but the pain of home stayed with him. Soon, they arrived in Akavir. Kent didn't have enough money yet to buy a shop or house, so he decided to work at a nearby farm. It is there that he learned about farming and hunting and gathering. He worked at the farm until he saved up enough money to buy a plot of land and a small stand in the market, buying goods to sell when able and farming and gathering them when not. He would often go to the tavern or Stay for extended periods in the woods, thinking, wondering, wishing things had been different. Many of the townsfolk found him to be a quiet, if not anti-social, character and would often avoid or ignore him. They thought him to be slow-witted or lazy, unable or unwilling to do much more than keep himself going. Still, his prices were fair and his goods were good and he eventually bought a larger shop. He still runs it today, but refuses to sell a certain product due to a personal belief:
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DENIED You are not aloud to own a shop or anything like that upon joining. It will be a while before you ever get money for that. Also nobody has opinions of you seeing as how you havent RPed with anyone yet. Fix this stuff and you'll be golden.
Can you please post the app again or a link please?
Void that ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
DENIED Power gaming is a little off. Also you are not allowed to have had any interactions in Akavir before being accepted. So being a guard and stuff like that is not allowed. Or having a job. That kind of thing.
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Why us? I've always enjoyed RP but have not done so in awhile and love the Elder scrolls. Looking to join to have fun role playing an make new friends
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Time you can dedicate: depending on work any where from 2 to 4 hours aday or so
Define roleplaying in your words: Taking the place of a character in a story/world and playing that character how they would really act to the situation's around them.
Define meta-gaming in your words: using out side knowledge to manipulate the game.
Define power-gaming in your words: trying to play godmode or acting like you can do anything you want and rules do not aply.
Name: Caigul Ravensfall
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Standing at about 6'3 he has a slight muscular build. A scar runs down his left cheek. His brown hair is cut in a short mohawk and his beard is styled into a goatee. His green eyes are deep set behind his low brow yet has a merry light to them. He tends to wear hunting garb of a dark green color with black boots.
Weapons: Long sword,hunting bow
Personality: Light heart and easy going Caigul prefers to be out in the wild spending his time exploring new places or hunting game. Taken more to kindness Caigul likes to help those in need.
Background: Caigul came from a small hunting cominuty and would often spend days out in the wilderness with his father hunting game. At a young age he was fasinated with the storeys of adventueres exploreing caves and find lost lore and tressure. A passing mage was wounded by wolf and was taken in to heal. As the days passed he would tell storeys and teach any who wanted to learn about the lost dwemer and there lost empire. Caigul wanted to see these ruin's one day to unlock there mysteries. When he was old enough to set out on his own he wandered the wilds of skyrim exploring any cave he could find looking for lost bits of knowlage. On one such adventure while shifting through some rubble a cave spider jumped at him from the shadows draging a fang down his left cheek leaving a scar to this day.
Caigul had made many friends on his travels but did not tend to stay in one place for long as the call of the road always seem to beat in his heart. One day he might find a place to settle down but for now there where mysteries to be solved and places to see. As he sat in a tavern one night he heard talk of a strange place called Akavir. The promise of new adventure was tanalising as he sat drinknig his ale. what new sights awaited him in this land? In the morning he gathered his belonings and made ready to travel to Akavir. It would be a long journey but the great sights and wonders to behold would be worth it.
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Hello Notbond, I am sorry to say but your app has been denied, here are a few ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again:
1.Give a more in-depth description of Meta_Gaming.
2.Go more in-depth about your characters appearance, you have told us nothing about what he wears, his hair color, skin tone, etc. You should be going into as much detail as you can in this section so people can get a good idea of what your character looks like.
3.More in-depth description of your characters personality, you have listed traits but nothing about how he talks, how he acts around people and how he generally behaves, go into as much detail as you can when re-writing this.
3.Your backstory has very little information about your characters past, there is nothing about his childhood or life growing up with his father. The backstory is the most important part of your app, it is crucial you add as much information about your characters past before Akavir as possible such as if there were any significant events that happened in his life that changed him forever, what happened to his mother, did he have any childhood friends, etc.Also, in our servers lore the war ended 80 years ago meaning your backstory doesn't match up with our servers lore. You can find the servers lore on the first page, you should read it and match your backstory up to it as much as possible.
4.Improve on your grammar, there are words that randomly start with a capital letter throughout your app for no reason.
I am sorry but until you make these changes your app is denied.
To join the server you'll need to fill out the application template on the first page.
Sorry but your app can not be reviewed until you either add everything that is in the app template on the first page or use the template itself.
IGN: H33Z4Y
Age: 21
Why us?: Was looking for a new server to play on and by the Nine, I stumbled upon this thread. Stendaar smiles upon me. I feel your server would combine three of my favorite things.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Nope, not yet but as soon as I get a feel of the server I will.
Did you join our forum? On Enjin? Yes I have already done that and will look more on it after this application.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Becoming a character of fictitious origin and taking upon adventure that you cannot truly experience without imagination.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Knowing all, seeing all. Omniscient. Unfair knowledge in a RP environment.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Over power on your actions and also on others, puppeteering to a unfair degree. Calling wildcard immunities to attack or response.
IC:
Name: Diren Hoth
Nickname: (Optional) Hoth
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: A lean and muscular Breton with Golden eyes and a smirked facade. He wears his long hair back in a tradition Imperial militia Breton way. He weighs 178 lbs and stands at 6'3. He has various tattoos and markings, and carries the odor of pine and shore winds.
Personality: He is a cold man, with a warm smile. His golden glimmer gives him the warmest look of any Breton from the Reach. He can be terse and is often described as strongly aggressive passive.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*His boots strapped tightly in corundum fittings give way to its Nordic makers hands, they cling as he walks off the sulking ship and onto the shores of Akavir. Clutching his Black Book he takes note of the scenery. Its serenity giving off a summer glow he then spots a local fisherman and approaches with the cling following his silent steps...*
"Sir, may I inquire about these lands or perhaps any places a man such as I can earn coin?"
Hoths breath carries lightly with this first onshore dialogue after months at sea.. The winds werent kind on the waves.
"Yes...yes..yes? there is a garrison not far from here taking recruits, you look like you can carry some slaughterfish on your boney fingers, what say you"
this fisherman obviously doesnt know how to conversate without mentioning his own trade Hoth had thought, then smirked and trotted off taking note of every place shadows can be casted after this summer glow was over...
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
To Each His Own.
IGN:Nbar97
Age:17
Why us?: I have always loved the elder scrolls series and I like Minecraft
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Did you join our forum? Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is creating a fictional character and reacting to a situation based on that characters beliefs and experiances.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Not letting another person react to a situation
IC:
Name: Delvin Frey
Nickname: (Optional) Frey (Known as Frey The Impaler In High Rock)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Brenton
Appearance: Short in Stature With short Brown Hair
Personality: very Intelligent and able to out think any opposition, A Great military stratagist and is always looking to Debate with some one. Has an " I'm Better than you attitude." Also Knows The power of Money and how it makes the world go round.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
-Frey sits in a Chair at the Docks of Daggerfall Reading a copy of "Mixed Units Tactics"-
-A Very old Begger Walks Up to Frey-
Begger: Please mister can you spare a coin
-Frey calmly closes his book and says- "If I had A coin to spare Don't You think I would come up to you and give you a coin.
-A supprised look appears on the beggers face after recognizing Frey's Voice- "Your Frey The Impaler please don't kill me Mr.Impaler uh I mean Mr.Frey."
-Frey chuckles- "I'M no Killer"
-The Begger has a puzeling look on his face-
Begger: Then why do you call you Frey the Impaler?"
Frey: That name was givin a number of years ago a political enemy he gave me the name as away of describing me Political dominance not my ruthlessness on the field of battle"
-Frey slowly stands up-
Frey: I must be off"
-Frey walks up the ramp of a Boat and Grips the hand rail very tightly-
-The Boat leaves the Dock-
-The old Begger hears many angry Orcs welling "Get dat Frey"
-The Begger sits in a chair wondering what just happened-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in the city of Wayrest In Highrock his family was moderately wealthy. His father a Mage was educated a the collage of Winterhold and wanted his son to do the same but from a very early age it was clear that he belonged in Politics instead of an Arcane University. At the age of 11 he tricked his father into hireing him a swords trainer. This Trainer taught him the Art of Swordplay but also imbedded in him that a sword was for defending ones self. His blade skill came handy one night while coming home from a debate a Tall muscular Nord came up and attempted to rob him. "Give me all you got" said the Nord. Delvin not being afraid calmly pulled out his sword. The Nord being heavier than Delvin was a bit slower which gave Delvin an advantage But the Nord had very heavy armor so Delvin thought as a strategicly he knew he couldn't go straight in so he tried to find weak spots in the armor the he saw there was a little opening in the chest plate. The Nord charged. Frey Ran past him and right when the Nord turned around Delvin put a sword through the slit and the Nord fell over and Died. Ever since the he has always thought of Nords as Stupid Barbarians and Hates every single one.
At the age of 17 He attended The collage of Wayrest. He was at the top of his class and showed great promise in the arts of politics. He Moved to Daggerfall after graduating in three years he was ready to shine on the political stage. Some call him The persuader for his talent to change his political enemy's mind in a heartbeat. Sometimes his words got him into trouble once he proclaimed himself mightier than Akatosh. But his biggest mistake was calling the Orcs " unfoundedly stupid"
On his way to Akvair to seek a new playing field of challengers. He plans his new life to find his way to power and glory. His first idea is to start a political party that will dominate the Politics of Akvair aswell as become a wealthy trader. Sitting on the Boat planning his new life he is ready to take Akvair by storm.
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