OOC: IGN: kieran731 Age: 20 Why us?: This server from the looks of the home page is very well thought out, and as I'm new to being part of large minecraft communities, seemed the most appealing to start on. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) When the 'Player' takes the mindset of another in the form of a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When a player has to go OOC in search of information to us IC. Define Power-gaming in your words:When a player uses the powers of a god, Example: Instant killing other players with a single hit, or multikilling with a single hit.
Appearance: Broad, medium height, black short wild hair, yellow eyes, small bodily scars, grey weathered skin, large baring teeth.
Personality: Heavily introverted, does not take easily to strangers. Has developed a naturally aggressive behaviour, loyal and tame when befriended however. Has a lack of trust for the Altmer and as a result of which has a small lack trust for any other of the mer races, including his own kind.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Whilst sitting alone at dusk just outside the city, Khorakh is approached by a curious Altmer, "Why are you out here alone Orc?" He asked. After a brief pause Khor looks up with a mildly sceptical expression on his face, "It's going to be freezing tonight... Far too cold for just those tattered cloth garments you're wearing there! How about you spend the night at my house, we have a spare bed and warm food."
Khor, now rising to his feet, stands face to face with the Altmer, says, "I'd rather endure the weather than spend a night under the same roof as your filthy kind.." Bewildered and Scared the Altmer watches frightened as Khor slowly walks into a nearby alleyway and sits himself down against the wall and prepares for yet another gruelling nights sleep.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Born in Orsinium, Khorakh I lead a relatively simple life as a young boy, I was just a common Orsimer. My mother, who unfortunately died during childbirth, was a jobless housewife. She spent most days cleaning and looking after me. My father, a blacksmith working in the heart of Orsinium, had very little sale for his crafted goods, even though their quality was higher than most common blacksmiths. Growing up was tough, the very little wealth my family had was just about keeping them alive and as a result of which up to my teen years, I was a noticable amount smaller than most other orcs around and was bullied constantly throughout my days for it. Father always told me, 'It's the smallest orcs, who bear the greatest courage and power.' These words strengthened my mind and allowed me to ignore the petty bullying from the others. However, these words didnt have as much effect, as the bullying eventually tore away at me more and more through my teenage years, and at the age of 18 enough was enough. One night, I decided to run away, resentment and resolve both filled my mind. The hatred for the bullies had settled my thoughts on escaping this torture had I even was at one point on the verge of suicide. However staying strong and collecting my thoughts, I decided to write my father a letter of apology and slip away into the night with only a loaf of bread and a chestplate hand crafted for me on my birthday by my father. When that night eventually had come, I collected my belongings and taking a moment of hesitation I looked in on my father and swore that I would come back when he would be proud of me, after I had become a strong warrior. I placed the letter upon the table, and silenty left my life in Orsimer behind..
After eaving Orsimer, I found a travelling Altmer group on their way to a town called Riften. I decided this opportunity was best, and hitched a ride. Whilst it was difficult to sleep on the cart, eventually I managed to sleep. After only a few hours sleep, I was suddenly awoken as I was thrown off of the cart with my hands bound into a nearby river, and I then realised that the Altmer I had been travelling with had stolen the cheatplate my father had crafted for me. After managing to get ashore, the Altmer were long gone, vengeful thoughts filled my mind and an undying hatred for the Altmer grew, being forced into the wilderness to fend for myself I spent a few days alone until I stumbled across the city of Whiterun. That is where I stayed for months, until the Jarl of whiterun approached me in the street and asked me to join the Whiterun army, I accepted as this was the first step to becoming a warrior for me. After years of training hard, and honing my skills, I had nearly become the warrior I dreamed of, however one last task needed to be done, I was wandering through the City, when out the corner of my eye, I had seen the armour my father had crafted for me being sold at a stall, I interrogated the man selling it as to where he found it, and he gave me his word that a group of Altmer had been stealing and selling goods from lonely travellers in Akavir, I had found them, and now no soul, no creature, and no landscape will stand in my way, I am coming for you, filthy Altmer!
SKOOMA KILLS, FACT.
I don't think you can have a revenge story, sorry.
OOC:
IGN: TheLinXster
Age: 15
Why us?: Because I have been playing on roleplaying servers for a while now but I always get bored of them there was one, another Elder Scrolls based server, I would of kept playing on if it didn't get shut down because of money problems.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: no but I will if I have to
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Were you play as another character that you have made and play the game through his point of view.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Making choices for your character based on things you know but he wouldn't
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making you character over powered through rp
P.S. skooma kills!
IC:
Name: Linxor
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: skinny but quick, no body alive quite knows how he looks all they can see is the menacing eyes underneath the hood and the mask
Personality: A man of few words he's silent and but the way he looks at you is threatening. He also has a temper.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
(During a hunt with a small group of archers)
Archer 1: hey Linxor
Linxor: (looks towards the archer and nodes)
Archer 1: Can you here that?
Linxor: (looks around) yes I can they're close
Archer 2: Be quiet
They all make there way over a hill to where a few deer are
Archer 1: I've got this ( misses the shot)
Linxor: What the hells wrong with you how did you miss that!
Archer 1: I don't know I panicked
Linxor: By the 8 we need to get you some brains. Come here now. (Runs to the archer and hits him in the face)
Archer 2: Linxor calm down!
Linxor: Or what?!
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Poor Linxor had every thing he could of ever wanted A rich family, lots of money, power, women anything he wanted but he ruined that. He came home late after nearly drinking himself to death daily, he would get into fights over petty things, shout at his parents for telling him off. He became famous in the town for his temper. Until one night in the bar he was drunk of his head he met a girl, Sophia. She took him in and helped him recover from all the drink. After a few weeks they were officially a couple.
It was at this point when his life turned around. All the anger went away, he stared getting a better relationship with his parents, he stopped drinking. He fell madly in love with her. Every thing was looking good. Then the town was attacked by bandits there wasn't enough time to prepare. The town wiped out even Sophia Linxor killed her murderer took the robes the killer was wearing and left for Akavir. Linxor's Temper returned and with it the silence that he often sticks to.
How did he hear about Akavir. Also your appearance seems rather half-arsed.
OOC:
IGN: Grice127
Age:16
Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using knowledge of a game to influence your actions within the game in a generally unsporting manner.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Performing unrealistic actions and controlling another persons character with their permission.
IC:
Name: Grahm Snow Bear
Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
*Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
Grahm: Whats that!
Brother: What!
Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
*Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
*Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
*Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers falling in a basket. I was so filled rage that I ran up the stage drew my sword and started killing everyone. starting with the headsmen stabbing him in the back with my sword then took his ax and choped his head off, I then I proceeded to kill 5 city guards, after that more of them came knowing I was matched I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so with a little... persuasion he kindly took me to Akavir for free. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.
IGN: Dwhite0590
Age: 22
Why us?: Because I lilke the Elder Scrolls series, and Minecraft. So the two as a one, sounds awesome.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Definitely when I get a chance
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when you assume the role of a character, being that character, not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using abilities your character doesn't know, seeing a location in the forum, and going there without trying to find it yourself, basically any Out-of-Character things when you are in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is leveling up at a unrealistic rate, or doing unrealistic feats.
IC
Name: Olaf
Nickname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Olaf has brown hair, a bread, and has a muscular build. He has steel armor on. He uses a sword in battle.
Personality: Helpful, friendly, willing to help in any way he can, kind-hearted, and all-around nice guy. He is also brave, but not foolish, he knows his limits.
In-game RP example: Olaf was walking though Avakir when he noticed someone having trouble with their farm
Olaf: Hi, I see you are having trouble with your farm. Is there anything I can do to help?
Farmer: Yes, you can help me by harvesting the corn.
Olaf helps the farmer by harvesting the corn.
Farmer: Thanks for the help, you have made my job a lot easier.
Olaf: Thanks, I am happy to help people in need. No reward needed, I did this out of the kindness in my heart.
Farmer: Here is a reward for you anyway, please accept.
The farmer gave Olaf 20 septims for the good job he did.
Olaf: Thanks. I will put this reward to good use.
Background: Olaf was born and raised in High Rock. Since his childhood, he had been a nice person to be around. He had many friends, and always help out in any way he can. His parents was farmers, and Olaf helped his parents with the farm. One day, his parent's farm was ransacked by bandits, and they lose everything. Olaf and his parents had to start all over again. Olaf helped his parents with the farm after the bandit attack, and they were able to get their farm up and running.
He has heard of the land of Akavir, and always wanted to visit new lands. His parent's farm was doing really well, and he decided that he wanted to explore the world, helping out other people. He went to Akavir to help out people there. Avakir was a new land, and probably have many unknown dangers, so he decided to journey to Akavir, and protect people in any way he can. He wasn't doing it for the money, he was doing it to make the new land safer for all. But he decided to accept any money he was given, and uses that money to good use.
OOC:
IGN: Grice127
Age:16
Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using knowledge of a game to influence your actions within the game in a generally unsporting manner.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Performing unrealistic actions and controlling another persons character with their permission.
IC:
Name: Grahm Snow Bear
Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
*Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
Grahm: Whats that!
Brother: What!
Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
*Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
*Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
*Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers falling in a basket. I was so filled rage that I ran up the stage drew my sword and started killing everyone. starting with the headsmen stabbing him in the back with my sword then took his ax and choped his head off, I then I proceeded to kill 5 city guards, after that more of them came knowing I was matched I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so with a little... persuasion he kindly took me to Akavir for free. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.
SKOOMA KILLS
This happened 80 years after the Skyrim rebellion, so redo your background.
IGN: Dwhite0590
Age: 22
Why us?: Because I lilke the Elder Scrolls series, and Minecraft. So the two as a one, sounds awesome.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Definitely when I get a chance
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when you assume the role of a character, being that character, not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using abilities your character doesn't know, seeing a location in the forum, and going there without trying to find it yourself, basically any Out-of-Character things when you are in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is leveling up at a unrealistic rate, or doing unrealistic feats.
IC
Name: Olaf
Nickname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Olaf has brown hair, a bread, and has a muscular build. He has steel armor on. He uses a sword in battle.
Personality: Helpful, friendly, willing to help in any way he can, kind-hearted, and all-around nice guy. He is also brave, but not foolish, he knows his limits.
In-game RP example: Olaf was walking though Avakir when he noticed someone having trouble with their farm
Olaf: Hi, I see you are having trouble with your farm. Is there anything I can do to help?
Farmer: Yes, you can help me by harvesting the corn.
Olaf helps the farmer by harvesting the corn.
Farmer: Thanks for the help, you have made my job a lot easier.
Olaf: Thanks, I am happy to help people in need. No reward needed, I did this out of the kindness in my heart.
Farmer: Here is a reward for you anyway, please accept.
The farmer gave Olaf 20 septims for the good job he did.
Olaf: Thanks. I will put this reward to good use.
Background: Olaf was born and raised in High Rock. Since his childhood, he had been a nice person to be around. He had many friends, and always help out in any way he can. His parents was farmers, and Olaf helped his parents with the farm. One day, his parent's farm was ransacked by bandits, and they lose everything. Olaf and his parents had to start all over again. Olaf helped his parents with the farm after the bandit attack, and they were able to get their farm up and running.
He has heard of the land of Akavir, and always wanted to visit new lands. His parent's farm was doing really well, and he decided that he wanted to explore the world, helping out other people. He went to Akavir to help out people there. Avakir was a new land, and probably have many unknown dangers, so he decided to journey to Akavir, and protect people in any way he can. He wasn't doing it for the money, he was doing it to make the new land safer for all. But he decided to accept any money he was given, and uses that money to good use.
Read the rules. Can't come with weapons and/or armor.
OOC:
IGN: Grice127
Age:16
Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information obtained out of game in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or committing unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Grahm Snow Bear
Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
*Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
Grahm: Whats that!
Brother: What!
Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
*Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
*Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
*Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers head falling in a basket. Then a guard pointed at me and said kill him to, the guards rushed at me so I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind about a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so he said that he would take me to Akavir for for 1000 gold, I said ok gave him the money and we sailed to Akavir. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.
OOC:
IGN: legonaught
Age: 12
Why us?: I want to play on your server because the skyrim servers I found are terrible
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will when I’m done with the application
Define Role-Playing in your words: It’s when you take the place of another person and act like them and not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gained out of RP to your character, or another character's advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Causing events on yourself or others without letting them retaliate.
IC:
Name: Nick
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: wood elf
Appearance: He has black eyes with black hair, he doesn’t have much muscle but he is smart.
Personality: He is very nice and he’s good with his kids.
In-game RP example: Background: Nick is walking through a field with his bow and he saw a deer, he crouched down and he shot it, but it didn’t die so he ran up to it with an iron sword then he killed it and he brought the deer hide back to his village but it was burnt to the ground. He made a boat and sailed to Skyrim from his home land, he bought the house in Morthal and then married Alea from the companions. Nick adopted one kid and they all lived in the house he made. His kid found a pet skeever and he asked if he could keep it and Nick said he could. Nick practices all the time with his kids.
Nick started to go on adventures again ever since he got married and adopted his son, he went to bleak falls borrow and killed every drauger he saw, near the middle he found someone who tried to kill Nick but he killed him and found a golden dragon claw on him with weird markings on it. Nick found a giant door where he had to use the dragon claw he found. At the end of the cave he found a weird wall with strange markings and one was glowing when he walked up to it Nick absorbed the power then a coffin opened behind him and he killed the drauger then he got a strange stone with a weird carving on it. He brought it to the mage at Dragonsreach in whiterun the mage said he’s been looking for that stone for a while. Nick handed him the stone and the Yarl gave him steel plate boots of lifting. Then the Yarl’s housecarl said a dragon was attacking the watchtower then Nick killed it and went back home to see his wife and kid.
OOC:
IGN: Dr3WS
Age:15-16
Why us?:
I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?:
yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words:
(I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
I’m not too educated on this but I believe it’s the ability to use information around you in-game and interoperate it alike you were in real-life, example: I see either broken blocks or the OOC of a character and I use that to attack or calmly interact
Define Power-gaming in your words:
….Isn’t like if I were to be in creative in having the advantages that others do not to achieve what they cannot
IC:
Name: Venllinius de corta Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:15-16
Gender: male
Race: Unknown
Appearance:
He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn’t be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality:
A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn’t fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example:
as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn’t for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a speicies are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabout in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us decend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later
VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)), he grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and became mentally ill, spent 15 years in a mental help business and adapted craziness, became well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible. Having been trying to find a better starting place for his idea, he chose the great opportunity filled lands of Akavir.!.!.!.!.
(that was my writing form of summarizing, I didn’t want to type too much for me to handle)
OOC:
IGN: Dr3WS
Age:15-16
Why us?: I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?: yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words: (I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: I’m not too educated on this but I believe it’s when you (outside of the game) look at in game information to cheat weather its location, story or realy anything that relates Define Power-gaming in your words: ….Isn’t like if I were to act like my jump kills all my enemies around me and not making what I do feel or look realistic, or telling people that my money is special and is worth thousands more.. yea that’s it
IC:
Name: Venllinius Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:15-16
Gender: male
Race: Mix,….. maybe? It would fit perfectly with the story
Appearance: He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn’t be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality: A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn’t fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example: as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn’t for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a speicies are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabout in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us decend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home that practiced and followed the beliefs in six of the Nine divines; Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Talos, and Zenithar with his parents Herdulon and Marielia, his three sisters, ;Calia, Casandra, and Loomnia, and his four brothers,; Cadence, Jasarath, Heangle, and Standen. He lived in a normal house with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)). He grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking and had become very successful in banking. Although his life was what seemed to be something of a perfect life, he still wanted more. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and during the wars and great battles, he later became very mentally ill and started speaking to himself as though he was a next to another person, but this other person( his alter ego) was not the kind and loving soul that he was and still is. He spent 15 long years in a mental help center and adapted this craziness. Now he has become well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible.
He has been trying to find a better starting place for his idea which is basically to make the world better and bring back the time of peace and creatures, in order to set off on his adventures, he has been able to use knowledge that he has gained over the years about almost everything. In finding a new place to set off on toward new things, he chose the great opportunity filled lands of Akavir. In the lands of Akavir, he has to fight with his tormenting alter-ego to retain the symbol of normality. This City will be the lands of which he sparks old and new life together for the ultimate world.
OOC:
IGN: Anon73
Age: 19
Why us?: 1 Minute to the trailer I could hear myself screaming in the head , Let me in!! Let me in !! Hence, I found the map looking absolutely fantastic, I always wondered what would a dungeon look like on Minecraft and this could be as awesome as it gets. The idea of combining Avatar (the nations) and Skyrim (one of the best rpg game EVAR) is also mind-blowing and further than that I am looking for a new RPG server since my last one died (everyone suddenly decided to quit playing).
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role Playing is definitely not being yourself. Well you could be if your character is like you, but the idea of role playing is that you are playing as your character, just like an actor in a movies. You think, you speak, you fight, you act, you ride a pig or whatever could comes into your mind as your character. You are acting in a game, as an example:
You would say ' Oh crud and enderman , Look away!!'
But since you are role playing you could say it like ' Avert your eyes!! The dark demon lurks.."
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using your personal knowledge or other source to help you in game. Although not entirely wrong, but it could ruin game play of a rpg server such as this. For example:
this is your first time in the dungeon and you know that behind that wall there will be treasure chest too be looted whether from guides or any other information source,but hang on ! Look at it as your characters perspective ... He doesn't know that! To stick into role playing, you need to try your best on ignoring this fact that you learn, make your character search for the other rooms first or anything, but what if it's too hard to ignore that fact? Than don't try and search those information from the start !
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is being overly strong in the game that it goes out of character from your role playing in game. Such as being able to strike with the sword with a really fast speed, let's say 5 slash/second. Obviously it is possible if you are playing out of character because all you need to do is a click of a mouse, but interpreting in real life, not even the most skilled knight could do it.
IC:
Name: Barren Wilderheart
Nickname: Barren
Age: Lost track of his age but estimated to be 73
Gender: Male
Race: Nord (Human)
Appearance: An eldery dark skinned, grey haired person with long beard that have grown over the years dressed with indigenous garments and robes made of wool and leather.
Personality: Barren have a calm minded personality but he is cunning to a degree as he could be stated wise , he would try to avoid conflict at most of the times, but I grant you that he is not a coward, he will fight if he needs to, but he isn't a good fighter as he have aged ...
In-game RP example:
** Drinking in a tavern **
A drunk named Jordan saw Barren sitting in the stool while holding his brew in a cup and before taking a sip out of it, Jordan Snapped at Barren 'Old man, this isn't a place for you to hang out. Go home before I hurt ya or before you hurt yourself *snicker*'
Barren looked at the drunk, seeing the red of his face gave him a clue instantly that the man was drunk and reason would not be considered easily. He then laughed heartily and said 'HaHaHaHaHa, Ye might not like me boy, but wait till ye see me drink, Ye might like me then, come here and take a seat lad, what drinks you have is on my tab!'
They both drank a ton of ale at the tavern afterwards, well at least Jordan did, Barren only drank while Jordan was looking at him to speak, so that made him less drunk, but he is still tipsy from it. After fully drinking almost a keg worth of ale, Jordan finally passed out and slept in the table as he snores as loud as a saw through a ironbark wood.
Barren called the maid in the tavern afterwards and whispered to her ear
' Scuse me madam, but he...' Pointing at Jordan ' Would be paying for my drink, I would need to scurry myself now as the day is getting late and the young ones are waiting for my return, they could get worried'
The maid just nodded and watch as Barren left the tavern.
Background:
Born at a small village located in the forest, Barren was the first born of a happy couple. At the beginning he always seems to love venturing the forest, he enjoys observing little creatures that lived in it and gathering berries, apples or any kinds of herbs. Until the age where he was mature enough, he was send and called to serve the kingdom by his father who was retired as an obligation towards the royal family. The training was though, he learned how to wield a sword, swung it towards the practice target although he could never imagine doing such a thing towards another human being.
Two years passed he then becomes a soldier fought for the village and participated in his duties to protect and serve his land. Then a day was called where he needs to leave his home for a few days or so, he was called on duty in guard of the kingdom outpost and to take position on the nearby forest as enemies plan to attack was heard by one of the spies sent to the rivalry kingdom. The long waited attack was finally called back as reports from scouts stated that the enemy have decided to retreat into other directions of the land and orders from the royalty grants Barren and the rest of the troops a hefty amount of gold for their aid and troubles. Barren was pleased at the fact of the ransom he earned without getting in danger at a point of his life, he and his troops marched back happily as they sing along to the village, but just to find out that on the day the attack was retreated.. The soldiers of the rivalry kingdom have decided to attack nearby villages instead to raid resources. He saw it all, the land he loved was burning, the huts was on fire and on the urge of panic from his allies in putting out the flames, all Barren heard was the silence. He did not hear the voice of any of his family members, his parents, beloved younger brother and lover that he was planning to propose. Suddenly one of his allies shouted ' The enemies have come back' and it was another attack fro the rivalry kingdom, their numbers was immense and Barren could see the same fate that would repeat to him if he stayed and fought. He yelled to his closest friend and told him while he grasp his arm
' Come brother, there is no reason to fight, they will kill us and we have nothing left to protect'
his friend yelled back at him ' and you plan to leave our lands without a fight ? How could you Barren ?'
' It is just a land, there is no reason to...'
at that moment he saw how a soldier from the enemy kingdom brutally stabbed his friend, pierced his sword right up to his guts and screamed in agony as he claims his last breath
At that moment Barren's eyes changed, it was full of twisted feelings such as hate, anger and sorrow mixed together at once, he swung his sword at his enemy neck, he executed him with tears flowing down his face and took on revenge.
The other enemy troops noticed what he have done and they started to charge into him
Barren ran and ran until he almost lose sight of a chance to actually live as it was becoming hard to even catch his own breath from the chase
He then when aimlessly and without a notice he fell into a river that flows into a waterfall. He was on the mercy of both nature and man himself, but he picked the lesser of devils and finally surrendered to the currents.
Seeing that the enemy troops though no man could possibly survived that fall on his current conditions and they left him assuming his death
But he didn't, Barren actually lived and found himself alone waking up in the night in the mist of a cold air.
'My land is gone...' He though to himself
'My Family...friends...' He wept
He wandered for days living on what he could obtain to the shore from the edge of the jungle and saw a small row boat with no one guarding it and seemed to be abandoned
'Maybe.. it's time to leave' he pleaded
He took a lot of supplies found from the jungle with the very same skill he learned while he was young, he made new cloth out of wool from sheeps and cow leather to replace his torn outfit that was caught by the harsh current from the falls.
and off to sail he went... not knowing that the journey was destined to lead him to ... Akavir
Why us?:
I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?: yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words:
(I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
it’s when you (outside of the game) observe in-game information to cheat in in-game knowledge.weather its location, story or really anything that relates
Define Power-gaming in your words:
it's like if I were to act as though my jump kills all my enemies around me and not making what I do feel or look realistic, or telling people that my money is special and is worth thousands more.
IC:
Name: Venllinius Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:36
Gender: male
Race: Nord
Appearance:
He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn't be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality:
A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn't fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example:
as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn't for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a species are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabouts in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us descend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home that practiced and followed the beliefs in six of the Nine divines; Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Talos, and Zenithar with his parents Herdulon and Marielia, his three sisters, ;Calia, Casandra, and Loomnia, and his four brothers,; Cadence, Jasarath, Heangle, and Standen. He lived in a normal house with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)). He grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking and had become very successful in banking. Although his life was what seemed to be something of a perfect life, he still wanted more. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and during the wars and great battles, he later became very mentally ill and started speaking to himself as though he was next to another person, but this other person( his alter ego) was not the kind and loving soul that he was and still is. He spent 15 long years living (rehabilitating) and learning in a small village north of his homeland in Tamriel, Morrowind. Now he has become well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible. He has been trying to find a better starting place for life and legend, which is basically to make the world better and bring back the time of peace and creatures. In order to set off on his adventures, he has been able to use knowledge that he has gained over the years about almost everything. When traveling to the docks of Fenchal, Elsweyr, VonWhin came across a group of thieves guild members. When he came across this group of men, he over heard them discuss about a place that VonWhin had heard of only a few times, it was called Akavir. Being the friendly person that he was, VonWhin was able to discuss with the group of men and lay out a deal as of where if he were to do some tasks for them (mostly talking and trading), they would let him travel with them to Akavir, and so he did.
OOC:Justin
IGN:PlatinumWarrior
Age:14
Why us?:I have played on this server previously and would like to continue.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yup
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role playing is when you step into the shoes of a fictional character and assume their life. You control their actions and thoughts.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta gaming is using out of character information to benefit your character in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is forcing an action on another player that they cannot defend themselves from.
IC:
Name:Bjorn Klimmek
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:A 6'1 man, an average muscle build, very nimble, beard, medium length hair, deep blue eyes and a shirt to match
Personality:A man with a sharp mind and an even sharper blade. He will unsheathe his dagger at the first sign of danger,and can sometimes be the causer of the danger.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Bjorn walks through the streets of Valguard. As he passes the Happy Horker, a drunk man walks up to Bjorn and exclaims
"Hey you! Hey I know you!"
"Sir I haven't ever seen a glimpse of you"
"You're that ******* that ran off with my sister!"
"Seeing how you look, anyone related to you has to be repulsive"
The drunk man then smashes his bottle of ale on a wall and holds it in a threatening position.
Bjorn laughs then draws his dagger, the people in the Happy Horker notice and flood out to the streets
"Hey no fair! He's got a dagger!" -Random man in crowd
"Why don't you just shut up and let it happen" -Other man in crowd
As the commotion rises amongst the crowd about the fight, people in the crowd start fighting.
Bjorn and the drunk man are separated by the crowd
Bjorn pushes his way through the crowd, sometimes jabbing at attackers with his dagger
He finally reaches the drunk man
"Now's your time" He says as he thrusts his dagger through the stomach of the man
Bjorn leaves the town in a riot as he sheathes his now bloody dagger
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Bjorn grew up in a small village a few miles out of Solitude. His father was a drunkard who often came home and beat Bjorn's older brother. His mother never did anything about it because she was afraid of his father. Bjorn's father brought shame upon the family, and this caused tensions to rise amongst the Klimmeks and the rest of the small town. One day, the leader of their town had become fed up with Bjorn's father's ways, and banished him. Now fatherless and only 15, Bjorn and his brother began stealing things from neighboring villages and acquired a quite notorious reputation. Bjorn was now 20 and his older brother had been planning a way for the family of three to escape to a better life, a life in a strange place called Akavir. However, the family's plan had to be put to use before they had planned. The village people decided to act out of the village leader's demands, and drove the family out before he could.
Bjorn was out of the village gathering firewood for his family, unaware that his brother and mother were being tried for all the thefts Bjorn and his brother had committed. Bjorn was idling in the trees when he spotted three of the village men. He decided to follow them and listen to their conversation sticking to the trees. He overheard them talking about the trial and realized what had happened. He slipped out of the tree and made a beeline for the port where the boat the family was supposed to take would be. However, one of the men saw him as he was running, and they chased him the whole way. Bjorn was in luck, the town in which the port was situated in was having an annual festival in which the entire population of the town would be in attendance. Bjorn made it to the town, and slipped in between the people until he found a large merchant ship. He ran up to the nearest sailor, and asked how much a ticket to jump aboard was. The sailor said he could smuggle Bjorn aboard for 300. Bjorn was horrified, he realized that he only had 100 on him at the moment. He told the sailor to delay the departure for just a moment, and he ran off snatching coin bags as he ran. Now with a crowd following him, he yelled "GO! We've gotta go!". He jumped on the boat and it set sail. Bjorn gave the kind sailor the 300 he had snagged and prepared for the long journey to Akavir, ready to start his new life.
2nd Character!
Name: Jee-Tah
Nickname: None
Age:24
Race: Argonian
Personality: He tries to be friendly at all times, but prefers to speak with Argonians. He may end up fighting with someone else, but usually only if they initiate it. Is willing to fight for what he believes in.
Appearance: Green Scales, Fairly muscular, Horns near his side, stands at around 6'3
Place of Birth: A small village in Black Marsh
Backstory: Born During Second Seed to two Argonian parents in their home near Black Marsh. As a young Argonian boy, his parents decided to name him Jee-Ta. As a boy, he lacked experience in everything. His father fought in his villages militia and his mother was a blacksmith. Together they made more then enough profit to supply the young Argonian. As he was growing up his father decided to teach him a bit about combat, but he thought he didn't have the skill. At the age of 9, using almost half of the families profit, Jee-Tah's father hired a trainer. This trainer taught Jee-Tah a little bit about the arts of Two-Handed weapons but mainly trained him with One Handed, maces to be exact. As he learned, so did he age. After 4 years of intense training, his parents could no longer pay for the trainer. The sudden loss of his trainer made Jee-Tah quite upset. As a 13 year old Argonian, he decided to try and train himself a little bit and swung the mace around almost daily. The swinging of such a heavy object made him a little muscular. After his father spent all of the money training his son, the family was going into poverty. Jee-Tah's mother, in order to earn more money, decided to train him to smith. Not knowing much about this art, he started off from the bottom, only making small things for his mother. Though the objects were small, they continued building his body. As time passed Jee-Tah moved on to a bit bigger objects due to his more muscular body. When Jee-Tah was 17 his mother passed away. This loss left his father devastated and broken. Jee-Tah then went back to his old, rust gathered mace and began to exercise his strength by once more swinging it.
After his mothers death, Jee-Tah's father left the militia in fear of not wanting his son to live alone. When his father told jee-Tah this he thought his father was a coward and was just scared of fighting, years later would he realize that it was out of concern for Jee-Tah. Jee-Tah began to ignore his father for this, thinking bad of him. Due to this his father would become heart-broken at the loss of his wife and negligence of his son. Around this time Jee-Tah was 20 and began to forgive his father, but his father had already forsaken himself. Around this time his father was killed in a local fight. Lacking options, Jee-Tah decided to flee to Akavir and make a new life for himself. Out of options, he had to wander to find someone to take him. Wandering for two years, living in town to town and feeding himself, he finally found a ship captain willing to take him. Leaving his previous life Jee-Tah now sets off to Akavir.
OOC: IGN: Dynalir Age: 19 Why us?: Well, unlike a lot of fan communities of the Elder Scrolls, this one has taken the setting to another level - a Minecraft server that explores one of the most speculated and anticipated areas of the lore whilst remaining respectful to the canon and without taking too many liberties or stretching the boundaries. Having been an administrator on a few other Minecraft servers, I know that staff in general look for players who can add to the experience of their server and enjoy it to the full. This seems to be a server in which I can do so. On top of that, the mainstream Elder Scrolls games have always been experienced by only a single person at a time; not so with this community.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes, for the reasons above.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is, in the most basic sense, adopting a fictional persona in a fictional situation, varying wildly in scope, nature and premise.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is the use and/or abuse of real-life features and interaction with other players (often game mechanics) to gain an advantage or to obtain information or to perform an action that is not justified by the premise of one's character of by the situation at hand. This often results in an in-organic/unnatural roleplay environment.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is where the quality of roleplay is compromised to improve the chances of success with in-game mechanics. For example, creating a highly convoluted backstory to enable a player to justify a character having more powerful stats. This usually compromises the enjoyment of other players in the game and the suspension of disbelief. ________________________
IC: Name: Dynalir, family unknown. Nickname: "Ravenscar" Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Breton (parentage unknown)
Appearance: - Appearance dark-grey hair (the colour of crude iron), deep blue eyes, pale white skin. - Clothing: for most occasions, a green jacket trimmed in gold with a matching face-mask with grey half-gloves and sturdy walking shoes. - Voice: a calm whisper, with a well-spoken accent typical of High Rock; note that Dynalir speaks only when he has something significant to impart, under most circumstances. - Distinguishing markings: a vicious scar across his throat, seemingly made by the claws of a giant bird (Dynalir obscures it in public by always pulling the mask up over his lower face, so only his closest friends are aware of the scar) - Physique: only around 5"11 and seemingly thin, but reasonably fit, given how he is beginning to age and how his new role is not that demanding.
Personality: - Traits: intelligent, quick-thinking, patient, steadfast, savvy, protective of his friends. - Flaws: regarded as fairly cold-blooded, brooding and vicious to his enemies. - Talents: organisation, education, street-wise, espionage, swordsmanship. - Skills: literacy, strategy, knowledge of history, rudimentary illusion and restoration. - Career: formerly military student, city watch agent, (briefly) unemployed, bodyguard of ambassador - now the protector and tutor of the son of said ambassador.
Background: "What I was before is not that important. Just suffice to say that my life was not happy. Parents apparently they gave me up at birth. They probably didn't have enough money to rub between their fingers, to be honest, but I always hoped that they did it because they loved me enough to give me a better life. I digress... the Watch's academy taught me a lot of things as I grew up, but one particularly savvy instructor (Silas, I think his name was) soon realized that no methods were too extreme for me, as long as order was kept; he also took note of my background - no family, no real sense of religion, no knowledge of life before, no existing loyalties; the perfect mould for a potentially perfect tool in other words. When I graduated, Silas made sure that I got taken on by the... deniable elements of Northpoint's city watch, and that they put up the skills he taught me to good use. After a long career, they gave me an honourable discharge - apparently my last line of investigation cut a bit too close to the bone; I interfered with some minister's corrupt nephew, roughed him a bit to find a major skooma dealer. Ten years earlier, and I might have cared. Not then though, tired of all the rubbish and the lying. Such a lonely job, very lonely and bloody.
Old friend of mine, Daerth Levian, then Thalmor Ambassador to the court; he needed someone to take care of his boy, Aeryn. The boy seemed a sweet lad, maybe a little naive. His father did a few favours for me back in the day, twisted a few arms, influenced policy to be more favourable - all round not a bad soul for a Thalmor; so I thought I would repay the debt. Of course, the job means so much more now.. I love that boy like he was my own son; even now that he is older, now that he chases girls instead of puppies, plays with iron instead of wood. Still no idea of the way of the world. His father pampered him too much, remained too distant from him, all his work abroad. Now.. I am taking the boy abroad. His father and I did a lot of good back in the day, made a lot of enemies.
Too many for my liking, but we did whatever it takes - though it has caught up with us now, believe me. Daerth wanted me to take him away, anywhere, just so long as it was safe and far from Northpoint. Well, I heard the stories, enough innkeeps with loose tongues in that city to wake the dead with their whispers. Akavir sounded promising - certainly better than anywhere else... darn south is still recovering from the war, Morrowind has the bloody Morag Tong and the Nords would probably lynch the young lad because of his father. Funny how people back on Tamriel think people coming here are mad, this place is a paradise compared to that dump of a city, but just as dangerous, I suppose.... shouldn't explain exactly why we left the city, Aeryn might find this. Just some serious people with some serious contacts. The boy could be a hostage, leverage in the wrong hands. Daddy is a powerful man. Anyway.. I am older now, but still got fight in me. The day the bastards touch that boy is the day that I die..."
In-game RP example: Aeryn vomited over the side and almost went over as the cog lurched from side to side. A strong hand gripped him by the shoulder and hauled him back. Dynalir grimaced under his hood and rasped:
"Come on, lad. There are too many eyes for us to linger."
Already several of the crew were looking at the "old" man and his charge. Thankfully they seemed not to have heard about the considerable bounty put out for Aeryn; they were mostly Nords, more concerned with some fancy to chuckle about over their evening ale than anything else. Two were Redguard sea-hands, another a Colovian sellsword... but the other two. Bretons for sure. They sat apart from the rest, muttering to each other over a steaming stew, which would surely grow cold quickly in the damp weather. Two men to watch. Dynalir's observations were interrupted by Aeryn's petulant voice:
"But surely there's nothing to worry us here?
"One can never be too careful. Who knows how far word has spread."
Aeryn rolled his eyes in that childish way that Dynalir so hated and simply said:
"I think your years have made you paranoid, old man.
Adopting a cocky pose, he promptly slipped in the puddle of fluid he had just made and went down hard. Dynalir helped him up and patted the boy on the back as he spluttered again. Aeryn said a little too loudly for his mentor's liking:
"Thanks, Ravenscar.."
A sudden commotion, and Dynalir spun on his heels in time to see two chairs tumbling to the deck and an abandoned stew. Swearing under his breath, the older man pushed the boy out of sight of the crew and dropped into a defensive stance, as his hand shot up his loose sleeve. A grunt behind him, and he turned to parry as one of the Breton's blades arced down towards his back. The would-be assassin's heavy falchion and his own light dagger connected brutally in a shower of sparks and the two men tussled with one another. A kick to the groin followed by a slice across the throat brought the younger man to his knees, but Dynalir was already on the move. The other "sailor" had snatched up Aeryn by his collar and the two were locked in a struggle. Dynalir parted the assailant's vertebrae with one fluid swipe of his blade and yanked the Levian boy from the dying man's grasp.
Within a minute, the whole thing was over and the stew was cold. The drunken Nords stood agape with their friends from Hammerfell at the sudden burst of carnage. The Imperial mercenary simply raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He had found the two refugees who his employers had sent him after. The money would eventually be his, in spite of the protector's prowess. Maybe the veteran would make for a worthy opponent when their blades did finally come together. ________________________
Please note that the role of Aeryn Levian is played by IGN: Burak1951 - I am aware that his first application was not accepted, but we have decided to do a joint roleplay and so the character and roleplay information presented on his first application should be disregarded. If his second application is not accepted, I might have to make a few changes to my own (regarding my character et al) in order to skirt around the obvious roleplay conflict.
Why Us? I love the elder scrolls series and I think it's awesome that you have combined it with minecraft, it sounds like fun.
Have you voted for us on Planet Minecraft? Absolutely!
What is roleplaying in my own words? Roleplay is where you create or choose a fictional character and pretend that you are that character while in game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside information in game for your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Player is god-like and can do essentially anything they please to other characters.
IC:
Name: Vernaldo, Lucius
Nickname: Guru
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Redgaurd
Appearance: He is about 6 ft. tall with a large muscular build. Medium dark skin with black, medium length, scraggly hair and beard. Tattered long coat with dark trousers. Black boots with dirty red cloths used as foot wraps. He has a tan under-tunic underneath his long coat, also he has a dark blood stained bandana on his head from the many battle wounds throughout his career as a pirate. His mouth is filled with at least 10 silver and golden teeth. A single braid of his hair is bound with the teeth of his fallen enemies. he also has an old worn tattoo of some treasure map with no definite sense of direction.
Weapons: Master of ranged combat with a bow, as well as a single handed scimitar.
Magic: Adequate with fire magic.
Personality: Lucius is aggressive, intelligent, and a proper leader. He is persuasive and calm until he needs to be abrasive, and he is usually quite charming and charismatic as well.
Background: Lucius is an only child, he was born essentially fatherless for his father was a pirate who raped his mother in one of his plunders. He was born in Hammerfell in Ayasofya. He was raised by his Redgaurd mother until she died of illness when he was 5 years old. He was then raised by a monk who became old and feeble. he hunted for himself and the elderly monk to eat with a bow, (this is how he became so skilled as an archer) until he ran away at the age of 18. Lucius decided that he wanted to lead his own life and become a sailor. He was hired as a deckhand by a fishing crew. He worked with them until he was 20 and became an assistant to the captain. Then, one day when their boat (which was not armed at all) was assaulted by a rogue pirate ship attacked them. The entire crew was killed except for Lucius who fought five men off with the dead captains sword. He eventually surrendered to the pirates but they had recognized his ability to fight. They brought him to the Redgaurd pirate captain who accepted him as a deck hand (the captain ordered that he have the tattoo of the treasure map imprinted on his chest). He went on raids with them for 5 years until he was a commander on the deck from being such a successful plunderer. By this time he had learned that the captain was absolutely mad and hateful. He talked with the crew and they planned to take over the ship and kill the captain, which they did. He never knew that the captain had been his father.
Lucius was 27; he took the ship for himself. They sailed the seas and became the most feared and wealthy band of brutes in all of Tamriel. Lucius was 31. By this time the Imperial legion had heard enough about his raids so the next on they scheduled was intercepted by nothing less than an entire battalion of legion troops. They burned his ship and executed his crew. He narrowly escaped with only his life. He ran back to Hammerfell and was hired as a dock worker. Lucius laid low for the next 2 years for he was saving his hard earned money for something big. He bought a small vessel and went on his way to Akavir to seek his fortune.
RP Example: Guru: Excuse me sir, do you know the fastest way to get to Morrowind?
Farmer: I'm sorry but I don't have time to answer you right now, please go talk to my wife over there(points to a woman 50 meters away)
Guru: Of course, thank you for your time(walks over to the wife)
Wife: Who are you, what do you want?
Guru: My name is Lucius and I seek the fastest way to Morrowind if you would be so kind.
Wife: oh yes, of course, would you please come inside. (they walk inside the farmhouse)
Wife: let me show you on this map. (turns away to go get the map)
Guru:(leans on the table, hears a loud clattering noise from the way she had just gone)
Guru: Are you alright in there?(turning around sees the wife ready to shoot an arrow at him)
Guru: What are you Doing!(dives behind the door and barely escapes the arrow aimed for his head)
Wife: HAROLD I NEED HELP!
Farmer: (rushes in with dagger in hand)
Guru: FOOLS! (throws table at Farmer hitting him square in the face, knocking him out)
Wife: (gasps and stumbles backward tripping over a kettle and falls to the ground)
Guru: (picks her up a foot off the ground by the neck and throws her through the wall killing her)
Guru: (takes the map and leaves without another word, leaving the unconscious farmer to lie on the ground)
IGN: Etrud
Age: 18
Why us?: I am a brimming lorejunkie, when it comes to Elder Scrolls. I would love to dig deeper into the story behind Akavir!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Sure have!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a lifelike yet fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when someone finds out thing from an outside source and uses that information ingame.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When a character is immortal to possible outcomes.
IC:
Name: Gat Dragol
Nickname: Gatz
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance:
Is a burly sum of orc. His long dark brown hair goes halfway down his back, which flows when he moves. His two yellow stained tusks pierce the bottom of his mouth. His brown eyes are a sight to see, while one of them is damaged due to a scar.
Personality:
He is tenacious, he will never give up till good is done. He wants to do good,but it seems like the world is always out to get him. Gatz is not afraid to fight if it is for a good cause.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*On the boat over to Akavir, Gat talks to a fellow immigrant*
[Gat Dragol] *As he slowly angles his head towards the open hatch, Gat says...* "What is the rotten sound? You imperial! What is going on up there?"
[Imperial Sailor] "Tis that clatter? That peal was our captain throwing a rambunctious Kajitit off the starboard bow."
[Gat Dragol] "What!? A man trying to escape the threats of war? Let me speak to this man immeditaly!"
*Gat climbs up the ladder from the underbelly of the vessel*
[Captain] "Iff yuou could takee a look at this ladss, a slimy orc wanting questions..... hic!" *said the Captain with a slight slurred speech*
*Gat grabs the captain right below his chin and raises him off the ground*
[Gat Dragol] "Get that man back on the boat... and give him a cloth to dry his tail.."
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Gat Dragol was born in Bravil, Cyrodiil into poor family of Orcs. His family never the septims to send him to school, so he learned his Father's trade, Sailing. He made his first boat at a young age at sailed out into Niben Bay. He always wanted to repay for what his parents have done for him, but he never had the septims. His childhood consisted of work and no play, he never kept close to anyone except his family.
Gatz was now a teenager trying to get some money so, he did the only thing he could ,sail... He gained money here and there doing odd jobs from rusty old sailors. While working for the oldest sailor he told him a story about a far away land of "Akavir" filled with riches and wonders beyond anything Gatz could comprehend! He saved septims, constantly saving for this magical adventure.Eventually he reached his goal, enough money for the journey. At the age of 26, he questioned going and leaving everything he ever worked for to start anew. He thought of his parents, poor and vulnerable. He said goodbye to his family, hopped on his childhood boat and was off .... ready to face all problems.
OOC: IGN: CathwellRainwind Age: 19 Why us?: You seem to be an interesting server with nice landscape and not an overload of rules. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, as I don't have a PlanetMinecraft-Account Define Role-Playing in your words: Sticking to your character's role and character-traits, practically becoming that ingame person. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using tactics and knowledge not gained by your IC, usually already build up by others, thus "meta" Define Power-gaming in your words: Gaining as much advantage as fast as it is possible, completely breaking your IC's actual boudaries.
IC: Name: Cathwell Rainwind Nickname: Cath Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Bosmer Appearance: Slender, slightly feline; silver-white, almost colorless hair; clad in green
Personality: inqusitive; shy, slightly fearful; likes to dye his hair black to try and appear different than he is, slightly sly In-game RP example: "You go first, I think it would be unwise to let your back unguarded, I will take care that noone jumps you from behind. And do mind not to loose me, it would not do to split up in here."
Background: Cath's mother died in childbirth, traveling with a merchants caravan to Akavir. Born to an unknown father, the midwife was the only person left to look after the boy. As the night of his birth was, the last one before a long period of storm, heavy with the coming rain, she named the boy Rainwind, and Cathwell after his mother Cathrin. It was his mothers dying wish that he should not bear her surname as it was a dark omen for all of the familys ancestors. The merchant however saw no reason to take the midwife and the boy any further, now that his promise's bond to Cath's mother was broken by her death, and left them along the road.
The boy grew up, scrubbing the floor of a small inn and cleaning it's stables, wishing to escape the hard command of the inn's owner, not wanting to be seen though wanting to be respected. Should some lord come by and stay in the inn Cath would watch and strain his ears to hear anything from the outside world, dreaming of adventures and battles. Yet when there was be a fight in the tavern he would hide again, fearing the noise and brute force of the quarreling. Now, with the age of 20, his thirst for adventure overcame his fear of the unknown and he stole some food from the storage and a simple knife and ran away from his life of scrubbing the floor, cutting wood and scrubbing the floor again.
Skooma kills!!
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Only time can move mountains.
(always quote me if replying to a post of mine or I might just not notice your reply)
I don't think you can have a revenge story, sorry.
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How did he hear about Akavir. Also your appearance seems rather half-arsed.
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IGN: Grice127
Age:16
Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using knowledge of a game to influence your actions within the game in a generally unsporting manner.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Performing unrealistic actions and controlling another persons character with their permission.
IC:
Name: Grahm Snow Bear
Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
*Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
Grahm: Whats that!
Brother: What!
Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
*Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
*Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
*Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers falling in a basket. I was so filled rage that I ran up the stage drew my sword and started killing everyone. starting with the headsmen stabbing him in the back with my sword then took his ax and choped his head off, I then I proceeded to kill 5 city guards, after that more of them came knowing I was matched I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so with a little... persuasion he kindly took me to Akavir for free. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.
SKOOMA KILLS
IGN: Dwhite0590
Age: 22
Why us?: Because I lilke the Elder Scrolls series, and Minecraft. So the two as a one, sounds awesome.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Definitely when I get a chance
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is when you assume the role of a character, being that character, not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using abilities your character doesn't know, seeing a location in the forum, and going there without trying to find it yourself, basically any Out-of-Character things when you are in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is leveling up at a unrealistic rate, or doing unrealistic feats.
IC
Name: Olaf
Nickname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Olaf has brown hair, a bread, and has a muscular build. He has steel armor on. He uses a sword in battle.
Personality: Helpful, friendly, willing to help in any way he can, kind-hearted, and all-around nice guy. He is also brave, but not foolish, he knows his limits.
In-game RP example: Olaf was walking though Avakir when he noticed someone having trouble with their farm
Background: Olaf was born and raised in High Rock. Since his childhood, he had been a nice person to be around. He had many friends, and always help out in any way he can. His parents was farmers, and Olaf helped his parents with the farm. One day, his parent's farm was ransacked by bandits, and they lose everything. Olaf and his parents had to start all over again. Olaf helped his parents with the farm after the bandit attack, and they were able to get their farm up and running.
This happened 80 years after the Skyrim rebellion, so redo your background.
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Read the rules. Can't come with weapons and/or armor.
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IGN: Grice127
Age:16
Why us?: Because I want to play on a good edler scrolls rp server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information obtained out of game in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or committing unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Grahm Snow Bear
Nickname: (Optional) Grahm
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Grahm is a 6"4', 300lb nord with black hair and brown eyes.
Personality: He is a bloodthirsty, cruel, and racist savage that has a willingness to take charge.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grahm: Brother we haven't ate in three days, we need to eat!
Brother: I know I'm hungry to but we haven't found anything to eat!
*Grahm hears people talking in the distance*
Grahm: Whats that!
Brother: What!
Grahm: I hear something coming from over there!
Bandit 1: Well well what do we have hear!
Bandit 2: Looks like we got are selves some fresh meet!
*Both bandits draw swords charging at Grahm and his Brother*
*Grahm and his Brother disarm the two bandits and draw their swords stabbing both bandits in the heart killing them instantly*
Brother: Grahm... I know your not going to like this but we have to eat these bodies, I mean I'm so hungry.
Grahm: strangely I agree with you I'm so hungry.
*Grahm and his Brother eat one of the bodies raw...*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grahm Snow Bear was born in Dawnstar which is in Skyrim. My father was a soldier in the in The Great War until he was killed in a raid. When i was 6 my mother and sister died from a terrible disease causing my brother to take care of me. Four years later Dawnstar was attacked by bandits so we fled to the woods. We spent 10 years in the woods learning how to hunting, fish, and protect ourselves from bandits or predators.
One day my brother and I found a Solitude city guard miss treating a woman so my brother ran over and stabbed the guard four time in the chest, and the city guards ran over and took us both to jail. A week past and I was set free but my brother was going to be executed, they said I had to be there or they would kill me to, so I went. Another week past and it was time for my brothers execution, as soon as I walked into solitude the headsman was on the stage to the right as soon as you walk through the gate. An hour past and it was starting a guard walked on the stage and said the crimes that my brother committed there it went my on brothers head falling in a basket. Then a guard pointed at me and said kill him to, the guards rushed at me so I darted for the gate. Once I got out I of the city I ran for the woods. 7 years past and I'm still on the run, I crossed the border into Morrowind about a month ago and I haven't encountered anything, but I still feel unsafe. I was in a tavern when I found out about Akavir, some drunk was going on about some place east of Tamriel and how it was the best place he's ever lived. So knowing that I wouldn't be safe for long I went to the harbor the next day, I found a captain Savos, I told about Akavir and how I wanted to start over and so he said that he would take me to Akavir for for 1000 gold, I said ok gave him the money and we sailed to Akavir. And so I've landed in Akavir hoping to start over and forget everything that's happened in the past.
SKOOMA KILLSAlright i fixed it.
IGN: legonaught
Age: 12
Why us?: I want to play on your server because the skyrim servers I found are terrible
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will when I’m done with the application
Define Role-Playing in your words: It’s when you take the place of another person and act like them and not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gained out of RP to your character, or another character's advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Causing events on yourself or others without letting them retaliate.
IC:
Name: Nick
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: wood elf
Appearance: He has black eyes with black hair, he doesn’t have much muscle but he is smart.
Personality: He is very nice and he’s good with his kids.
In-game RP example: Background: Nick is walking through a field with his bow and he saw a deer, he crouched down and he shot it, but it didn’t die so he ran up to it with an iron sword then he killed it and he brought the deer hide back to his village but it was burnt to the ground. He made a boat and sailed to Skyrim from his home land, he bought the house in Morthal and then married Alea from the companions. Nick adopted one kid and they all lived in the house he made. His kid found a pet skeever and he asked if he could keep it and Nick said he could. Nick practices all the time with his kids.
Nick started to go on adventures again ever since he got married and adopted his son, he went to bleak falls borrow and killed every drauger he saw, near the middle he found someone who tried to kill Nick but he killed him and found a golden dragon claw on him with weird markings on it. Nick found a giant door where he had to use the dragon claw he found. At the end of the cave he found a weird wall with strange markings and one was glowing when he walked up to it Nick absorbed the power then a coffin opened behind him and he killed the drauger then he got a strange stone with a weird carving on it. He brought it to the mage at Dragonsreach in whiterun the mage said he’s been looking for that stone for a while. Nick handed him the stone and the Yarl gave him steel plate boots of lifting. Then the Yarl’s housecarl said a dragon was attacking the watchtower then Nick killed it and went back home to see his wife and kid.
IGN: Dr3WS
Age:15-16
Why us?:
I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?:
yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words:
(I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
I’m not too educated on this but I believe it’s the ability to use information around you in-game and interoperate it alike you were in real-life, example: I see either broken blocks or the OOC of a character and I use that to attack or calmly interact
Define Power-gaming in your words:
….Isn’t like if I were to be in creative in having the advantages that others do not to achieve what they cannot
IC:
Name: Venllinius de corta Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:15-16
Gender: male
Race: Unknown
Appearance:
He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn’t be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality:
A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn’t fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example:
as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn’t for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a speicies are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabout in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us decend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later
VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)), he grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and became mentally ill, spent 15 years in a mental help business and adapted craziness, became well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible. Having been trying to find a better starting place for his idea, he chose the great opportunity filled lands of Akavir.!.!.!.!.
(that was my writing form of summarizing, I didn’t want to type too much for me to handle)
IGN: Dr3WS
Age:15-16
Why us?: I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?: yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words: (I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: I’m not too educated on this but I believe it’s when you (outside of the game) look at in game information to cheat weather its location, story or realy anything that relates Define Power-gaming in your words: ….Isn’t like if I were to act like my jump kills all my enemies around me and not making what I do feel or look realistic, or telling people that my money is special and is worth thousands more.. yea that’s it
IC:
Name: Venllinius Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:15-16
Gender: male
Race: Mix,….. maybe? It would fit perfectly with the story
Appearance: He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn’t be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality: A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn’t fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example: as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn’t for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a speicies are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabout in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us decend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home that practiced and followed the beliefs in six of the Nine divines; Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Talos, and Zenithar with his parents Herdulon and Marielia, his three sisters, ;Calia, Casandra, and Loomnia, and his four brothers,; Cadence, Jasarath, Heangle, and Standen. He lived in a normal house with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)). He grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking and had become very successful in banking. Although his life was what seemed to be something of a perfect life, he still wanted more. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and during the wars and great battles, he later became very mentally ill and started speaking to himself as though he was a next to another person, but this other person( his alter ego) was not the kind and loving soul that he was and still is. He spent 15 long years in a mental help center and adapted this craziness. Now he has become well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible.
He has been trying to find a better starting place for his idea which is basically to make the world better and bring back the time of peace and creatures, in order to set off on his adventures, he has been able to use knowledge that he has gained over the years about almost everything. In finding a new place to set off on toward new things, he chose the great opportunity filled lands of Akavir. In the lands of Akavir, he has to fight with his tormenting alter-ego to retain the symbol of normality. This City will be the lands of which he sparks old and new life together for the ultimate world.
IGN: Anon73
Age: 19
Why us?: 1 Minute to the trailer I could hear myself screaming in the head , Let me in!! Let me in !! Hence, I found the map looking absolutely fantastic, I always wondered what would a dungeon look like on Minecraft and this could be as awesome as it gets. The idea of combining Avatar (the nations) and Skyrim (one of the best rpg game EVAR) is also mind-blowing and further than that I am looking for a new RPG server since my last one died (everyone suddenly decided to quit playing).
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role Playing is definitely not being yourself. Well you could be if your character is like you, but the idea of role playing is that you are playing as your character, just like an actor in a movies. You think, you speak, you fight, you act, you ride a pig or whatever could comes into your mind as your character. You are acting in a game, as an example:
You would say ' Oh crud and enderman , Look away!!'
But since you are role playing you could say it like ' Avert your eyes!! The dark demon lurks.."
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using your personal knowledge or other source to help you in game. Although not entirely wrong, but it could ruin game play of a rpg server such as this. For example:
this is your first time in the dungeon and you know that behind that wall there will be treasure chest too be looted whether from guides or any other information source,but hang on ! Look at it as your characters perspective ... He doesn't know that! To stick into role playing, you need to try your best on ignoring this fact that you learn, make your character search for the other rooms first or anything, but what if it's too hard to ignore that fact? Than don't try and search those information from the start !
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is being overly strong in the game that it goes out of character from your role playing in game. Such as being able to strike with the sword with a really fast speed, let's say 5 slash/second. Obviously it is possible if you are playing out of character because all you need to do is a click of a mouse, but interpreting in real life, not even the most skilled knight could do it.
IC:
Name: Barren Wilderheart
Nickname: Barren
Age: Lost track of his age but estimated to be 73
Gender: Male
Race: Nord (Human)
Appearance: An eldery dark skinned, grey haired person with long beard that have grown over the years dressed with indigenous garments and robes made of wool and leather.
Personality: Barren have a calm minded personality but he is cunning to a degree as he could be stated wise , he would try to avoid conflict at most of the times, but I grant you that he is not a coward, he will fight if he needs to, but he isn't a good fighter as he have aged ...
In-game RP example:
** Drinking in a tavern **
A drunk named Jordan saw Barren sitting in the stool while holding his brew in a cup and before taking a sip out of it, Jordan Snapped at Barren 'Old man, this isn't a place for you to hang out. Go home before I hurt ya or before you hurt yourself *snicker*'
Barren looked at the drunk, seeing the red of his face gave him a clue instantly that the man was drunk and reason would not be considered easily. He then laughed heartily and said 'HaHaHaHaHa, Ye might not like me boy, but wait till ye see me drink, Ye might like me then, come here and take a seat lad, what drinks you have is on my tab!'
They both drank a ton of ale at the tavern afterwards, well at least Jordan did, Barren only drank while Jordan was looking at him to speak, so that made him less drunk, but he is still tipsy from it. After fully drinking almost a keg worth of ale, Jordan finally passed out and slept in the table as he snores as loud as a saw through a ironbark wood.
Barren called the maid in the tavern afterwards and whispered to her ear
' Scuse me madam, but he...' Pointing at Jordan ' Would be paying for my drink, I would need to scurry myself now as the day is getting late and the young ones are waiting for my return, they could get worried'
The maid just nodded and watch as Barren left the tavern.
Background:
Born at a small village located in the forest, Barren was the first born of a happy couple. At the beginning he always seems to love venturing the forest, he enjoys observing little creatures that lived in it and gathering berries, apples or any kinds of herbs. Until the age where he was mature enough, he was send and called to serve the kingdom by his father who was retired as an obligation towards the royal family. The training was though, he learned how to wield a sword, swung it towards the practice target although he could never imagine doing such a thing towards another human being.
Two years passed he then becomes a soldier fought for the village and participated in his duties to protect and serve his land. Then a day was called where he needs to leave his home for a few days or so, he was called on duty in guard of the kingdom outpost and to take position on the nearby forest as enemies plan to attack was heard by one of the spies sent to the rivalry kingdom. The long waited attack was finally called back as reports from scouts stated that the enemy have decided to retreat into other directions of the land and orders from the royalty grants Barren and the rest of the troops a hefty amount of gold for their aid and troubles. Barren was pleased at the fact of the ransom he earned without getting in danger at a point of his life, he and his troops marched back happily as they sing along to the village, but just to find out that on the day the attack was retreated.. The soldiers of the rivalry kingdom have decided to attack nearby villages instead to raid resources. He saw it all, the land he loved was burning, the huts was on fire and on the urge of panic from his allies in putting out the flames, all Barren heard was the silence. He did not hear the voice of any of his family members, his parents, beloved younger brother and lover that he was planning to propose. Suddenly one of his allies shouted ' The enemies have come back' and it was another attack fro the rivalry kingdom, their numbers was immense and Barren could see the same fate that would repeat to him if he stayed and fought. He yelled to his closest friend and told him while he grasp his arm
' Come brother, there is no reason to fight, they will kill us and we have nothing left to protect'
his friend yelled back at him ' and you plan to leave our lands without a fight ? How could you Barren ?'
' It is just a land, there is no reason to...'
at that moment he saw how a soldier from the enemy kingdom brutally stabbed his friend, pierced his sword right up to his guts and screamed in agony as he claims his last breath
At that moment Barren's eyes changed, it was full of twisted feelings such as hate, anger and sorrow mixed together at once, he swung his sword at his enemy neck, he executed him with tears flowing down his face and took on revenge.
The other enemy troops noticed what he have done and they started to charge into him
Barren ran and ran until he almost lose sight of a chance to actually live as it was becoming hard to even catch his own breath from the chase
He then when aimlessly and without a notice he fell into a river that flows into a waterfall. He was on the mercy of both nature and man himself, but he picked the lesser of devils and finally surrendered to the currents.
Seeing that the enemy troops though no man could possibly survived that fall on his current conditions and they left him assuming his death
But he didn't, Barren actually lived and found himself alone waking up in the night in the mist of a cold air.
'My land is gone...' He though to himself
'My Family...friends...' He wept
He wandered for days living on what he could obtain to the shore from the edge of the jungle and saw a small row boat with no one guarding it and seemed to be abandoned
'Maybe.. it's time to leave' he pleaded
He took a lot of supplies found from the jungle with the very same skill he learned while he was young, he made new cloth out of wool from sheeps and cow leather to replace his torn outfit that was caught by the harsh current from the falls.
and off to sail he went... not knowing that the journey was destined to lead him to ... Akavir
IGN: Dr3WS
Age:15
Why us?:
I’m not trying to sound like I have no life but, ‘it’s an indulging and fantastic new world in which thousands of amazing and interesting new characters of new and different backgrounds collide together in the creation of a land that we can only truly dream of until the bright souls and minds that you are, had created this so generously for people like me who are bored by endless routines of fighting about nothing with disrespectful people that shove me off.
Have you voted for us at Planet Mine craft?: yes, with one of my friends accounts
Define Role-Playing in your words:
(I hate texting, but here we go) When one acts as though they are the character or creation in a gaming sense, that interacts with others so that there is an equal balance in imagination and satisfaction of bring the gaming world to life!
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
it’s when you (outside of the game) observe in-game information to cheat in in-game knowledge.weather its location, story or really anything that relates
Define Power-gaming in your words:
it's like if I were to act as though my jump kills all my enemies around me and not making what I do feel or look realistic, or telling people that my money is special and is worth thousands more.
IC:
Name: Venllinius Contredal
Nickname: VonWhin
Age:36
Gender: male
Race: Nord
Appearance:
He is a very fine looking man, he is the type that you wouldn't be able to decide if you want to run up and hug or just continue and feel safe, dressed up usually either proper or casual, 6 ft 9 inch, hazel centered /green coated/ lively blue filled eyes that show true compassion, short cut hazel/grey coated hair, prim cut eyebrows spaced by 1 ½ inch, very large hands stretched during childhood and a smile like no other that greets the sun during its rise and bids farewell when it sets.
Personality:
A loving and respectable heart, he understands those around him and if he doesn't fully understand he will always be open for learning, believes that life should be cherished…sadly, he is torment by his great knowledge and knowing of the human being (which he has the mind of) and talks to himself as though another being and will discus about life and the secrets about everything that are lost in his gentle mind.
In-game RP example:
as he walks into a lively city that’s makes his heart scream with over joy, VonWhin walks toward a man that looks distressed and asks him if there is help that VonWhin can do for him the man answers :”no sir.. there is nothing to help me now,”
VonWhin “now why would you ever say that good sir?, surely there is a way that I can ease your troubled mind.”
Man “ Alas! There isn't for I have lost my soul to a woman that steals my heart in stride that torments my very being!”
VonWhin “ Straight my eye doth toward this woman and I shall help guide her toward a man that Clearly deserves her love!”
Man “ how in any way conceivable to man, are you able to seize me down like that and offer to help,, only a mad man or doctor of clear valid license could sum me down like that!!”
VonWhin “ Ah for I am neither and yet the secret grows in me . I feel in the mind a sense that interact with all species alike to that which is mine”
Man “ well what a species are you forged from?”
VonWhin “ in sad full honesty, I do not know my whereabouts in blood, but seem do I, interact with all bloods!”
Man “ for you must be all blood I pray,let us descend from this idle topic! It is late , and you and I seem weary…”
VonWhin “ Then let me buy us a drink for fair times”
Man “ Generous and sneaky you are good sir of secrecy and muttiny of blood. You steal my words for I was to ask you a drink!” Here I shall pa..”
VonWhin ” Shall I pay?. Hahaha, I steal once more for the benefit of your joy. Come! We drink for your lady!”
They go and drink. Later VonWhin helps the man with his womanly troubles and sets off to explore once more
Background:
He grew up in a fine religious home that practiced and followed the beliefs in six of the Nine divines; Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Talos, and Zenithar with his parents Herdulon and Marielia, his three sisters, ;Calia, Casandra, and Loomnia, and his four brothers,; Cadence, Jasarath, Heangle, and Standen. He lived in a normal house with qualities of perfect living (with little money (he was poor)). He grew up learning in the apprenticing of fine education, social equality, political endowment, smithery, and banking and had become very successful in banking. Although his life was what seemed to be something of a perfect life, he still wanted more. By the time he was in his mid 20’s, he joined the good fight and during the wars and great battles, he later became very mentally ill and started speaking to himself as though he was next to another person, but this other person( his alter ego) was not the kind and loving soul that he was and still is. He spent 15 long years living (rehabilitating) and learning in a small village north of his homeland in Tamriel, Morrowind. Now he has become well and now travels the world trying to be as interacting, friendly (social), spontaneous, and contributive to the world and higher powers as possible. He has been trying to find a better starting place for life and legend, which is basically to make the world better and bring back the time of peace and creatures. In order to set off on his adventures, he has been able to use knowledge that he has gained over the years about almost everything. When traveling to the docks of Fenchal, Elsweyr, VonWhin came across a group of thieves guild members. When he came across this group of men, he over heard them discuss about a place that VonWhin had heard of only a few times, it was called Akavir. Being the friendly person that he was, VonWhin was able to discuss with the group of men and lay out a deal as of where if he were to do some tasks for them (mostly talking and trading), they would let him travel with them to Akavir, and so he did.
Skooma Kills
The whitelisters will get to you much more quickly.
IGN:PlatinumWarrior
Age:14
Why us?:I have played on this server previously and would like to continue.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Yup
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role playing is when you step into the shoes of a fictional character and assume their life. You control their actions and thoughts.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta gaming is using out of character information to benefit your character in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is forcing an action on another player that they cannot defend themselves from.
IC:
Name:Bjorn Klimmek
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:A 6'1 man, an average muscle build, very nimble, beard, medium length hair, deep blue eyes and a shirt to match
Personality:A man with a sharp mind and an even sharper blade. He will unsheathe his dagger at the first sign of danger,and can sometimes be the causer of the danger.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
"Hey you! Hey I know you!"
"Sir I haven't ever seen a glimpse of you"
"You're that ******* that ran off with my sister!"
"Seeing how you look, anyone related to you has to be repulsive"
The drunk man then smashes his bottle of ale on a wall and holds it in a threatening position.
Bjorn laughs then draws his dagger, the people in the Happy Horker notice and flood out to the streets
"Hey no fair! He's got a dagger!" -Random man in crowd
"Why don't you just shut up and let it happen" -Other man in crowd
As the commotion rises amongst the crowd about the fight, people in the crowd start fighting.
Bjorn and the drunk man are separated by the crowd
Bjorn pushes his way through the crowd, sometimes jabbing at attackers with his dagger
Bjorn grew up in a small village a few miles out of Solitude. His father was a drunkard who often came home and beat Bjorn's older brother. His mother never did anything about it because she was afraid of his father. Bjorn's father brought shame upon the family, and this caused tensions to rise amongst the Klimmeks and the rest of the small town. One day, the leader of their town had become fed up with Bjorn's father's ways, and banished him. Now fatherless and only 15, Bjorn and his brother began stealing things from neighboring villages and acquired a quite notorious reputation. Bjorn was now 20 and his older brother had been planning a way for the family of three to escape to a better life, a life in a strange place called Akavir. However, the family's plan had to be put to use before they had planned. The village people decided to act out of the village leader's demands, and drove the family out before he could.
Bjorn was out of the village gathering firewood for his family, unaware that his brother and mother were being tried for all the thefts Bjorn and his brother had committed. Bjorn was idling in the trees when he spotted three of the village men. He decided to follow them and listen to their conversation sticking to the trees. He overheard them talking about the trial and realized what had happened. He slipped out of the tree and made a beeline for the port where the boat the family was supposed to take would be. However, one of the men saw him as he was running, and they chased him the whole way. Bjorn was in luck, the town in which the port was situated in was having an annual festival in which the entire population of the town would be in attendance. Bjorn made it to the town, and slipped in between the people until he found a large merchant ship. He ran up to the nearest sailor, and asked how much a ticket to jump aboard was. The sailor said he could smuggle Bjorn aboard for 300. Bjorn was horrified, he realized that he only had 100 on him at the moment. He told the sailor to delay the departure for just a moment, and he ran off snatching coin bags as he ran. Now with a crowd following him, he yelled "GO! We've gotta go!". He jumped on the boat and it set sail. Bjorn gave the kind sailor the 300 he had snagged and prepared for the long journey to Akavir, ready to start his new life.
Skooma kills!
Name: Jee-Tah
Nickname: None
Age:24
Race: Argonian
Personality: He tries to be friendly at all times, but prefers to speak with Argonians. He may end up fighting with someone else, but usually only if they initiate it. Is willing to fight for what he believes in.
Appearance: Green Scales, Fairly muscular, Horns near his side, stands at around 6'3
Place of Birth: A small village in Black Marsh
Backstory: Born During Second Seed to two Argonian parents in their home near Black Marsh. As a young Argonian boy, his parents decided to name him Jee-Ta. As a boy, he lacked experience in everything. His father fought in his villages militia and his mother was a blacksmith. Together they made more then enough profit to supply the young Argonian. As he was growing up his father decided to teach him a bit about combat, but he thought he didn't have the skill. At the age of 9, using almost half of the families profit, Jee-Tah's father hired a trainer. This trainer taught Jee-Tah a little bit about the arts of Two-Handed weapons but mainly trained him with One Handed, maces to be exact. As he learned, so did he age. After 4 years of intense training, his parents could no longer pay for the trainer. The sudden loss of his trainer made Jee-Tah quite upset. As a 13 year old Argonian, he decided to try and train himself a little bit and swung the mace around almost daily. The swinging of such a heavy object made him a little muscular. After his father spent all of the money training his son, the family was going into poverty. Jee-Tah's mother, in order to earn more money, decided to train him to smith. Not knowing much about this art, he started off from the bottom, only making small things for his mother. Though the objects were small, they continued building his body. As time passed Jee-Tah moved on to a bit bigger objects due to his more muscular body. When Jee-Tah was 17 his mother passed away. This loss left his father devastated and broken. Jee-Tah then went back to his old, rust gathered mace and began to exercise his strength by once more swinging it.
After his mothers death, Jee-Tah's father left the militia in fear of not wanting his son to live alone. When his father told jee-Tah this he thought his father was a coward and was just scared of fighting, years later would he realize that it was out of concern for Jee-Tah. Jee-Tah began to ignore his father for this, thinking bad of him. Due to this his father would become heart-broken at the loss of his wife and negligence of his son. Around this time Jee-Tah was 20 and began to forgive his father, but his father had already forsaken himself. Around this time his father was killed in a local fight. Lacking options, Jee-Tah decided to flee to Akavir and make a new life for himself. Out of options, he had to wander to find someone to take him. Wandering for two years, living in town to town and feeding himself, he finally found a ship captain willing to take him. Leaving his previous life Jee-Tah now sets off to Akavir.
OOC:
IGN: Dynalir
Age: 19
Why us?:
Well, unlike a lot of fan communities of the Elder Scrolls, this one has taken the setting to another level - a Minecraft server that explores one of the most speculated and anticipated areas of the lore whilst remaining respectful to the canon and without taking too many liberties or stretching the boundaries. Having been an administrator on a few other Minecraft servers, I know that staff in general look for players who can add to the experience of their server and enjoy it to the full. This seems to be a server in which I can do so. On top of that, the mainstream Elder Scrolls games have always been experienced by only a single person at a time; not so with this community.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
Yes, for the reasons above.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
Roleplaying is, in the most basic sense, adopting a fictional persona in a fictional situation, varying wildly in scope, nature and premise.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Metagaming is the use and/or abuse of real-life features and interaction with other players (often game mechanics) to gain an advantage or to obtain information or to perform an action that is not justified by the premise of one's character of by the situation at hand. This often results in an in-organic/unnatural roleplay environment.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is where the quality of roleplay is compromised to improve the chances of success with in-game mechanics. For example, creating a highly convoluted backstory to enable a player to justify a character having more powerful stats. This usually compromises the enjoyment of other players in the game and the suspension of disbelief.
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IC:
Name: Dynalir, family unknown.
Nickname: "Ravenscar"
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Breton (parentage unknown)
Appearance:
- Appearance dark-grey hair (the colour of crude iron), deep blue eyes, pale white skin.
- Clothing: for most occasions, a green jacket trimmed in gold with a matching face-mask with grey half-gloves and sturdy walking shoes.
- Voice: a calm whisper, with a well-spoken accent typical of High Rock; note that Dynalir speaks only when he has something significant to impart, under most circumstances.
- Distinguishing markings: a vicious scar across his throat, seemingly made by the claws of a giant bird (Dynalir obscures it in public by always pulling the mask up over his lower face, so only his closest friends are aware of the scar)
- Physique: only around 5"11 and seemingly thin, but reasonably fit, given how he is beginning to age and how his new role is not that demanding.
Personality:
- Traits: intelligent, quick-thinking, patient, steadfast, savvy, protective of his friends.
- Flaws: regarded as fairly cold-blooded, brooding and vicious to his enemies.
- Talents: organisation, education, street-wise, espionage, swordsmanship.
- Skills: literacy, strategy, knowledge of history, rudimentary illusion and restoration.
- Career: formerly military student, city watch agent, (briefly) unemployed, bodyguard of ambassador - now the protector and tutor of the son of said ambassador.
Background:
"What I was before is not that important. Just suffice to say that my life was not happy. Parents apparently they gave me up at birth. They probably didn't have enough money to rub between their fingers, to be honest, but I always hoped that they did it because they loved me enough to give me a better life. I digress... the Watch's academy taught me a lot of things as I grew up, but one particularly savvy instructor (Silas, I think his name was) soon realized that no methods were too extreme for me, as long as order was kept; he also took note of my background - no family, no real sense of religion, no knowledge of life before, no existing loyalties; the perfect mould for a potentially perfect tool in other words. When I graduated, Silas made sure that I got taken on by the... deniable elements of Northpoint's city watch, and that they put up the skills he taught me to good use. After a long career, they gave me an honourable discharge - apparently my last line of investigation cut a bit too close to the bone; I interfered with some minister's corrupt nephew, roughed him a bit to find a major skooma dealer. Ten years earlier, and I might have cared. Not then though, tired of all the rubbish and the lying. Such a lonely job, very lonely and bloody.
Old friend of mine, Daerth Levian, then Thalmor Ambassador to the court; he needed someone to take care of his boy, Aeryn. The boy seemed a sweet lad, maybe a little naive. His father did a few favours for me back in the day, twisted a few arms, influenced policy to be more favourable - all round not a bad soul for a Thalmor; so I thought I would repay the debt. Of course, the job means so much more now.. I love that boy like he was my own son; even now that he is older, now that he chases girls instead of puppies, plays with iron instead of wood. Still no idea of the way of the world. His father pampered him too much, remained too distant from him, all his work abroad. Now.. I am taking the boy abroad. His father and I did a lot of good back in the day, made a lot of enemies.
Too many for my liking, but we did whatever it takes - though it has caught up with us now, believe me. Daerth wanted me to take him away, anywhere, just so long as it was safe and far from Northpoint. Well, I heard the stories, enough innkeeps with loose tongues in that city to wake the dead with their whispers. Akavir sounded promising - certainly better than anywhere else... darn south is still recovering from the war, Morrowind has the bloody Morag Tong and the Nords would probably lynch the young lad because of his father. Funny how people back on Tamriel think people coming here are mad, this place is a paradise compared to that dump of a city, but just as dangerous, I suppose.... shouldn't explain exactly why we left the city, Aeryn might find this. Just some serious people with some serious contacts. The boy could be a hostage, leverage in the wrong hands. Daddy is a powerful man. Anyway.. I am older now, but still got fight in me. The day the bastards touch that boy is the day that I die..."
In-game RP example:
Aeryn vomited over the side and almost went over as the cog lurched from side to side. A strong hand gripped him by the shoulder and hauled him back. Dynalir grimaced under his hood and rasped:
"Come on, lad. There are too many eyes for us to linger."
Already several of the crew were looking at the "old" man and his charge. Thankfully they seemed not to have heard about the considerable bounty put out for Aeryn; they were mostly Nords, more concerned with some fancy to chuckle about over their evening ale than anything else. Two were Redguard sea-hands, another a Colovian sellsword... but the other two. Bretons for sure. They sat apart from the rest, muttering to each other over a steaming stew, which would surely grow cold quickly in the damp weather. Two men to watch. Dynalir's observations were interrupted by Aeryn's petulant voice:
"But surely there's nothing to worry us here?
"One can never be too careful. Who knows how far word has spread."
Aeryn rolled his eyes in that childish way that Dynalir so hated and simply said:
"I think your years have made you paranoid, old man.
Adopting a cocky pose, he promptly slipped in the puddle of fluid he had just made and went down hard. Dynalir helped him up and patted the boy on the back as he spluttered again. Aeryn said a little too loudly for his mentor's liking:
"Thanks, Ravenscar.."
A sudden commotion, and Dynalir spun on his heels in time to see two chairs tumbling to the deck and an abandoned stew. Swearing under his breath, the older man pushed the boy out of sight of the crew and dropped into a defensive stance, as his hand shot up his loose sleeve. A grunt behind him, and he turned to parry as one of the Breton's blades arced down towards his back. The would-be assassin's heavy falchion and his own light dagger connected brutally in a shower of sparks and the two men tussled with one another. A kick to the groin followed by a slice across the throat brought the younger man to his knees, but Dynalir was already on the move. The other "sailor" had snatched up Aeryn by his collar and the two were locked in a struggle. Dynalir parted the assailant's vertebrae with one fluid swipe of his blade and yanked the Levian boy from the dying man's grasp.
Within a minute, the whole thing was over and the stew was cold. The drunken Nords stood agape with their friends from Hammerfell at the sudden burst of carnage. The Imperial mercenary simply raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He had found the two refugees who his employers had sent him after. The money would eventually be his, in spite of the protector's prowess. Maybe the veteran would make for a worthy opponent when their blades did finally come together.
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Please note that the role of Aeryn Levian is played by IGN: Burak1951 - I am aware that his first application was not accepted, but we have decided to do a joint roleplay and so the character and roleplay information presented on his first application should be disregarded. If his second application is not accepted, I might have to make a few changes to my own (regarding my character et al) in order to skirt around the obvious roleplay conflict.
SKOOMA KILLS!
Age: 17
Why Us? I love the elder scrolls series and I think it's awesome that you have combined it with minecraft, it sounds like fun.
Have you voted for us on Planet Minecraft? Absolutely!
What is roleplaying in my own words? Roleplay is where you create or choose a fictional character and pretend that you are that character while in game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside information in game for your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Player is god-like and can do essentially anything they please to other characters.
IC:
Name: Vernaldo, Lucius
Nickname: Guru
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Redgaurd
Appearance: He is about 6 ft. tall with a large muscular build. Medium dark skin with black, medium length, scraggly hair and beard. Tattered long coat with dark trousers. Black boots with dirty red cloths used as foot wraps. He has a tan under-tunic underneath his long coat, also he has a dark blood stained bandana on his head from the many battle wounds throughout his career as a pirate. His mouth is filled with at least 10 silver and golden teeth. A single braid of his hair is bound with the teeth of his fallen enemies. he also has an old worn tattoo of some treasure map with no definite sense of direction.
Weapons: Master of ranged combat with a bow, as well as a single handed scimitar.
Magic: Adequate with fire magic.
Personality: Lucius is aggressive, intelligent, and a proper leader. He is persuasive and calm until he needs to be abrasive, and he is usually quite charming and charismatic as well.
Background: Lucius is an only child, he was born essentially fatherless for his father was a pirate who raped his mother in one of his plunders. He was born in Hammerfell in Ayasofya. He was raised by his Redgaurd mother until she died of illness when he was 5 years old. He was then raised by a monk who became old and feeble. he hunted for himself and the elderly monk to eat with a bow, (this is how he became so skilled as an archer) until he ran away at the age of 18. Lucius decided that he wanted to lead his own life and become a sailor. He was hired as a deckhand by a fishing crew. He worked with them until he was 20 and became an assistant to the captain. Then, one day when their boat (which was not armed at all) was assaulted by a rogue pirate ship attacked them. The entire crew was killed except for Lucius who fought five men off with the dead captains sword. He eventually surrendered to the pirates but they had recognized his ability to fight. They brought him to the Redgaurd pirate captain who accepted him as a deck hand (the captain ordered that he have the tattoo of the treasure map imprinted on his chest). He went on raids with them for 5 years until he was a commander on the deck from being such a successful plunderer. By this time he had learned that the captain was absolutely mad and hateful. He talked with the crew and they planned to take over the ship and kill the captain, which they did. He never knew that the captain had been his father.
Lucius was 27; he took the ship for himself. They sailed the seas and became the most feared and wealthy band of brutes in all of Tamriel. Lucius was 31. By this time the Imperial legion had heard enough about his raids so the next on they scheduled was intercepted by nothing less than an entire battalion of legion troops. They burned his ship and executed his crew. He narrowly escaped with only his life. He ran back to Hammerfell and was hired as a dock worker. Lucius laid low for the next 2 years for he was saving his hard earned money for something big. He bought a small vessel and went on his way to Akavir to seek his fortune.
RP Example: Guru: Excuse me sir, do you know the fastest way to get to Morrowind?
Farmer: I'm sorry but I don't have time to answer you right now, please go talk to my wife over there(points to a woman 50 meters away)
Guru: Of course, thank you for your time(walks over to the wife)
Wife: Who are you, what do you want?
Guru: My name is Lucius and I seek the fastest way to Morrowind if you would be so kind.
Wife: oh yes, of course, would you please come inside. (they walk inside the farmhouse)
Wife: let me show you on this map. (turns away to go get the map)
Guru:(leans on the table, hears a loud clattering noise from the way she had just gone)
Guru: Are you alright in there?(turning around sees the wife ready to shoot an arrow at him)
Guru: What are you Doing!(dives behind the door and barely escapes the arrow aimed for his head)
Wife: HAROLD I NEED HELP!
Farmer: (rushes in with dagger in hand)
Guru: FOOLS! (throws table at Farmer hitting him square in the face, knocking him out)
Wife: (gasps and stumbles backward tripping over a kettle and falls to the ground)
Guru: (picks her up a foot off the ground by the neck and throws her through the wall killing her)
Guru: (takes the map and leaves without another word, leaving the unconscious farmer to lie on the ground)
Skooma Kills!
IGN: Etrud
Age: 18
Why us?: I am a brimming lorejunkie, when it comes to Elder Scrolls. I would love to dig deeper into the story behind Akavir!
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Sure have!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character in a lifelike yet fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when someone finds out thing from an outside source and uses that information ingame.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When a character is immortal to possible outcomes.
IC:
Name: Gat Dragol
Nickname: Gatz
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance:
Is a burly sum of orc. His long dark brown hair goes halfway down his back, which flows when he moves. His two yellow stained tusks pierce the bottom of his mouth. His brown eyes are a sight to see, while one of them is damaged due to a scar.
Personality:
He is tenacious, he will never give up till good is done. He wants to do good,but it seems like the world is always out to get him. Gatz is not afraid to fight if it is for a good cause.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
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http://elderscrollsakavir.enjin.com/forum/m/9001376/viewthread/5969388-how-to-apply
IGN: CathwellRainwind
Age: 19
Why us?: You seem to be an interesting server with nice landscape and not an overload of rules.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No, as I don't have a PlanetMinecraft-Account
Define Role-Playing in your words: Sticking to your character's role and character-traits, practically becoming that ingame person.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using tactics and knowledge not gained by your IC, usually already build up by others, thus "meta"
Define Power-gaming in your words: Gaining as much advantage as fast as it is possible, completely breaking your IC's actual boudaries.
IC:
Name: Cathwell Rainwind
Nickname: Cath
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Slender, slightly feline; silver-white, almost colorless hair; clad in green
Personality: inqusitive; shy, slightly fearful; likes to dye his hair black to try and appear different than he is, slightly sly
In-game RP example: "You go first, I think it would be unwise to let your back unguarded, I will take care that noone jumps you from behind. And do mind not to loose me, it would not do to split up in here."
Background: Cath's mother died in childbirth, traveling with a merchants caravan to Akavir. Born to an unknown father, the midwife was the only person left to look after the boy. As the night of his birth was, the last one before a long period of storm, heavy with the coming rain, she named the boy Rainwind, and Cathwell after his mother Cathrin. It was his mothers dying wish that he should not bear her surname as it was a dark omen for all of the familys ancestors. The merchant however saw no reason to take the midwife and the boy any further, now that his promise's bond to Cath's mother was broken by her death, and left them along the road.
The boy grew up, scrubbing the floor of a small inn and cleaning it's stables, wishing to escape the hard command of the inn's owner, not wanting to be seen though wanting to be respected. Should some lord come by and stay in the inn Cath would watch and strain his ears to hear anything from the outside world, dreaming of adventures and battles. Yet when there was be a fight in the tavern he would hide again, fearing the noise and brute force of the quarreling. Now, with the age of 20, his thirst for adventure overcame his fear of the unknown and he stole some food from the storage and a simple knife and ran away from his life of scrubbing the floor, cutting wood and scrubbing the floor again.
Skooma kills!!
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