IGN: Paragory Age: 18 Why us?: I've had extensive experience roleplaying in other Minecraft servers such as HollowWorld. Also, I'm a huge fan of Bethesda's gaming products and I've been acutely interested in their Elder Scrolls games. With my passions for roleplaying and Elder Scrolls, I hope to contribute to this community and have a great roleplaying experience. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is a style of game play that revolves around the story and personality of a player-controlled character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the use of knowledge that the in-game character would not have known under normal circumstances to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Johnny tells Sally he's glad her parents are separated. However, Johnny only knows this information because Johnny read Sally's application in the forums or in OOC.) Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is the intentional neglect of IC realism or the creation of unsubstantiated and powerful attributes in order to gain an advantage over another character. (EX. Sally is in an IC battle with Johnny. Sally aims a sword stroke at Johnny's shoulder and awaits for Johnny's character to respond. Johnny responds by catching the blade between his teeth, breathing fire out of his kneecaps, healing wounds by slamming his face repeatedly into the affected areas, and mind controlling Sally to stab herself with Johnny's knife that was handed down to him from his murdered parents that has the phrase "YOLO" inscribed on the blade. Also, Johnny declares that he is, as of this particular moment in time, super handsome.) IC Name: Orion Stylus Age: 48 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Orion is a product of a lifetime of traveling. His aging skin is rough and weather-exposed, and the memories of an adventurous youth marks his body. Standing just over 5'9" and waning at the waist, Orion cannot boast any considerable might over most men. Underneath his travelling robe and withering skin, however, Orion's muscles and joints are experienced and still promise years of functionality. In summation, Orion is neither wanting nor boasting a physique.
Much in the same way that the rings of a tree tell a tree's story, Orion's visage wordlessly speaks of the years he's spent in distant lands and foreign places. His silver-blue eyes are accurate and shine with knowledge and curiosity. His sun-beaten face is hung with ambiguous scars and the years of his life, yet his smile ripens his features with vitality. Thick gray hair grips his head and chin, which is kept orderly by the morning blade of a traveler's knife around the chin and left alone atop the head to grow.
Orion's attire is efficient for his purposes. He wears leather armor beneath a loose robe and a hood to shade himself from the sun and cold. A traveler's bag carries the necessities of his journey's, and he wields a knotted ironwood staff as a companion and protector. Personality: Orion's personality shines with his admiration for the earth and the humility of his mortality. Having traveled to nearly every place a man can set foot in his lifetime and more, Orion's knowledge of his world and the people that share it is legend worthy. However, in response to these accusations, Orion simply shakes his head and preaches that the more he knows, the less he understands. His itchy feet and insatiable appetite for a new frontier wouldn't let him quit, however.
Overall, Orion is amiable by most who take the time to lend an ear to an aging man's stories. He has a light-hearted and adventurous spirit in combination with a humble manner. Polite, orderly, and efficient, Orion's mind is sharp and friendly. His favorite pass-times are within view of a sunset and an ear to tell his stories to.
Unfortunately, a wandering soul makes many acquaintances, but very few friends. It's an acceptable reality to Orion that he will not always have an audience to preach foreign wonders to, so he takes to writing his many experiences in pages of a tome he carries with him. In-game RP Fight example: "Halt! Who goes there?" The town guard threw his practiced greeting down to the robed figure approaching from the main road. His cumbersome chain vest chimed from atop the stockade wall as the guard strained to see who might be the visitor. The traveler approached the gate as he drew back his hood. The guard snickered. The stationed soldier recognized the weak features of an aging man who had been traveling through the land. It was easy prey.
"My name is Orion, I'm a traveler seeking passage through the town." replied the traveler, craning his neck slighty to meet the eyes of the man who was peering at him down his nose. The guard gruffly snorted, elbowing a fellow guardsman who had come to relieve himself of watching an empty road.
"Alright, we'll let you through." Replied the guard. Both soldiers smiled wittingly down at the man.
"Thank you sirs!" Orion said sincerely.
Neither guards moved to open the gate.
After a pause, Orion inquired, "Do you need any help opening the gate?"
"We don't need any help from you, old man." The first guard sneered.
"Yeah, an' we don' need you old-ing up the people 'ere eithuh." The second guard threw down the insult eagerly. The first guard rolled his eyes.
"You know... The hinges on the gate are a bit rusty today. The blacksmith in town surely has some oil to spare... for a price." The first guard drew out his words, lording his power over Orion who stood mutely on the road, his eyes still fixed on the gate. "What do you say, old man, think you can spare a few septims to help us open this gate?"
Orion stood motionless, grasping his bowstaff with a familiar hand.
Finally, he broke the nervous tension. Orion began to walk off the road, walking through the spring grass just outside the palisades. The guards furrowed their brows in confusion and frustration.
"H-hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"Around the town." Orion replied a-matter-of-factly.
"You can't just go around the town!"
"Of course I can."
"B-but. You're supposed to go through the gate. You can't just up and go around the town!"
Orion paused to look up at the guard this time, "Is there a law against it?"
"Well... uh, no, there isn't a law."
"The I guess I'm going around the town." Orion continued to plod around the town. The two guards followed him to the distance with their eyes as wide as their mouths were open.
Some problems don't need to be solved with violence. Background: Orion often jokes that his father was the road and his mother was the world around it. Sometimes he includes that he had one very aggressive older brother which he was glad to do without; whose name was Pebbleinmyshoe. Actually, Orion was born from a wealthy merchant father and a noble mother, who both lived in the imperial city. Both parents were old to be having kids when Orion was born, and the effort of a child rooted the couple down within the walls of the city for the rest of their lives. The same could not be said for Orion, who traded his father's trading ledger's and mother's nobility for his walking staff and traveler's bag at the age of adulthood. His parents were conflicted with their desire to be with their firstborn and their knowledge that he must be set free from the walls of the Imperial City. In the end, the family exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, and Orion left the world he knew for the mysterious world he didn't know.
Orion's past is fraught with strange sights and harrowing experiences, but Orion appreciates the journey between them just as much. He make a living from running letters from town to town, making maps, and finding a path for the lost. His foot has landed in every province in Tamriel. He learned invention from man, magic from mer, and instincts from beasts. He never excelled in one area of study, but he never lacked in one either.
Soon, Tamriel's diversity quickly became less diverse to Orion, who was now getting along in his lifetime. It was by the hands of fate that Orion was warding off the sharp Skyrim climate by a tavern's fire when he heard the salty tale from a well-traveled redguard of a land far away. Orion's ears perked at the woven tales the sailor spoke about the new land and the trade routes established there. His feet followed the sound of the redguard's tales, and soon Orion had swindled his way onto a merchant ship bound for Akavir. The air smelled new to Orion, who had become acutely aware of such nuances in his lifetime. He was ready to greet the new world as the boat rocked beneath him on the open seas.
As Orion took his first few steps into port, the foreign soil felt familiar to him, and he smiled. Skooma Kills!
OOC: IGN: jjspy
Age: 14
Why us?: I would like to find an RP Server that I will enjoy, I think this is it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): To assume a role as a fictional character in a fictional setting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information to your advantage IC. For example calling some one by name when they haven't even introduced themselves. (looking at their name on top of their head ) Define Power-gaming in your words: to play for fun and enjoyment
IC: Name: olaf two eye Nickname: (Optional): two eye Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: nord Appearance: two eyes large thick scar down back short bole hair heavy fur armor Personality:sarcastick funney but serius at times ttys to keep his past hidden from most people backround: rased is whiterun lived there until he was 17 until he woke up frome a long night of drinking in morrowind forgot his entire life
You have been permanently denied, no need to try again.
why??? I said i was tired and did it on my phone it was a crappy attempt and im sorry but i REALLY wanna be on this server so i spent a ton of time making a new and better app please just review it dont perm-deny me for my crappy attempt i just wanna play on this awesome server please!!!!
OOC: IGN: KillerNinja29 Age:17 Why us?:I've always been interested in The Elder Scrolls. I own every game and I enjoy role-play experiences. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:I won't vote until I see the server for myself. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is putting yourself in another characters shoes for a fantasy experience. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using OOC knowledge for your character's own benefit. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is cheating by means of performing acts outside of your character's personal boundaries.
IC: Name: Draken Fairmont the 2nd Nickname: Drake Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Pale skinned, light blue eyes, brown hair and a bit of a stubble. Personality: Fun and enjoyable, or otherwise violent and generally angry when provoked. In-game RP Fight example: "You dare challenge my authority, whelp?!" -proceeds to draw sword- "Draw your blade and see how you fare in combat against my might!" (other character proceeds to unsheathe weapon.) -Lunges at [insert name here]- Background: Drake was born under the same name as his father, who was a guard in Rorikstead at the time of the dragon attacks over Skyrim. On what seemed to have been a normal day in the farm town, roars could be heard from miles away in the mountains to the West. Nobody panicked, as these roars could often be hear around Skyrim. However, today they were drawing closer. Drake knew something was wrong. Later on in the day, a fireball came into contact with one of the farms, incinerating everything in it's path. A dragon soared above the small town, blowing off the roof of Drake's home. Luckily, the guards were prepared. As they shot their arrows into the wings of the dragon, it descended into the road that passed through the city's entrance. Two of the guards rushed forward with their iron swords drawn. They slashed at the dragon's feet and throat, hoping to score a lucky hit and bring the beast down. Then, with great force, the dragon released another mighty Thu'um, throwing the guards across the town, right at Drake, who stared at the combat in amazement. The dragon quickly retreated. Drake ran to the guards' assistance, along with his father. He had never seen such bravery in his life. After that day, he began training to be a guard himself so that he too could demonstrate such might and prowess in combat. Unfortunately however, he would not serve his home of Rorikstead for his days to come. His family knew it would not be safe, for the dragon would eventually return. Drake's father decided that Drake and his mother should move far from such dangers that linger in Skyrim, and he would stay behind. Drake's mother searched for new places to live, but nowhere seemed safe after the recent Oblivion crisis. Then, like a message from the gods, a courier arrived at their home, providing a letter full of information on a new place by the name of "Akavir". It told that the land was full of opportunities and freedom for the Nords of Skyrim. Drake and his mother set off for the nearest boat to such a land, and Drake's father stayed behind defending Skyrim 'til his last breath. Drake had vowed that he would keep his people safe from any dangers that arose in the new land of Akavir, and so now he travels the roads in search of anyone who needs assistance, for no price.
Name is not lore friendly
PG Definition is wrong
Your RP example needs to be longerI will get the rest in a few hours.
why??? I said i was tired and did it on my phone it was a crappy attempt and im sorry but i REALLY wanna be on this server so i spent a ton of time making a new and better app please just review it dont perm-deny me for my crappy attempt i just wanna play on this awesome server please!!!!
You were already perm denied on Enjin, you should have thought of the consequences before you did something stupid.
Name is not lore friendly
PG Definition is wrong
Your RP example needs to be longer
I will get the rest in a few hours.
You were already perm denied on Enjin, you should have thought of the consequences before you did something stupid.
Um, I never even applied on an enjin I've never even been on it that was my first app attempt but my second is much better please just review it i should have thought my first attempt through more but my second ne is really really good please review it!!!!! please don't judge me on my first bad app attempt i haven't really played on many rp server before but everyone has to get there start somewhere please give me my second chance!!!!!
OOC:
IGN: zachdudeguy
Age: 15
Why us?: I played on the old Elder Scrolls server, and recently have gotten back in to the series.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yep
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Roleplaying, in it's simplest form, is the act of assuming the role of another person or thing and trying to be that thing to the best of your ability.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using aspects of the game in a non-RP way, or using OOC info during RP.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is an action where, without giving others fair involvement, put's the player's character in to an almost undefeatable form by actions that they automatically assume succeed (For example, instead of "Steve slashes at Zombie," power gaming would be "Steve cuts of the head of Zombie in single blow"
IC:
Name: Tertius Aurelius Decentius
Nickname: None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Short/Medium brown hair, messy more often than not. Small, but defined, nose, gray-ish green dull, large, eyes. Thick, aggressive brow. Chin not very defined, but clear jaw. 5' 10". In good shape, stocky build, scar on left arm and upper right chest. Stubble around chin/neck. Often has an indifferent and apathetic look on his face; when that is absent it is either angry or drunk.
Personality: Defensive of those he cares about, occasionally to much so. Very quick to make poor decisions, more likely to solve problems with a blade then with words. Afraid of conjuration/necromancy, but masks it with a hatred of it, and would never admit it. Partially racist, especially towards elves. Enjoys drinking. Pessimistic, is constantly talking of the worst possible scenario but is never prepared when it happens. Constantly criticizing those below him, constantly licking the boots of those above him - as long as they are his military superiors. Hatred of politicians/diplomats/leaders who don't fight alongside their soldiers.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialogue)
*Just after dawn. Tertius, before leaving for Akavir, fought in Imperial Legion. This is an excerpt from a battle versus Aldmeri forces. The elves are attempting to sack a village, and Tertius' detachment has been ordered to hold the only bridge to the city while the citizens are evacuated. The elves have superior numbers and fresher troops, and are clearly winning. During the fighting, Tertius is currently engaged in single combat with an Elven soldier.*
[Tertius]: You'll die here, damn elf!
*An arrow flies, very closely, by Tertius' head. He is distracted for a moment, and in this time the elf raises his blade for an overhead slash at Tertius. Tertius raises his shield in time and absorbs the blow, but loses his shield in the process*
[High Elf]: I'm not the one who will be dying today!
*The elf goes for another overhead swing, but this time Tertius is alert.*
[High Elf]: Haha!
*As the elf's sword peaks over his head, Tertius drives his blade through the belly of the elf. He falls to his knees.*
[Tertius]: (Mocking, deadpan voice) Haha.
*Tertius slashes at the elf's unarmored neck, leaving a large gash, and kicks the body on to the ground. Blood pools around the corpse as Tertius returns to the rest of the fight*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Tertius was born and raised in the Imperial City, Cyrodil. His father was a veteran in the Imperial Legion, however, after a minor wound retired from service and began to lead the life of a diplomat, spending most of his time in the court of the Emperor. From a young age, Tertius had admired his father for his service in the Legion, but as he changed from soldier to citizen the wonder faded and, by the time he was in his early teens, resented his father for his cowardice. Tertius, for a number of reasons, was incredibly nationalistic. His whole childhood he planned to join the Legion as early as possible and stay in it until they would no longer allow him. He could recite the names of every Emperor since Queen Alessia. He was taught that any good Imperial hated the elves, and so he hated elves. But most importantly, he was taught how to fight. His father, being the wealthy man he was, did one good thing in Tertius' eyes - pay for his teachings. Beginning at the age of ten, he was instructed by a Legion veteran of tactics on the battlefield as well as swordsmanship, armor maintenance and how to be a soldier in general. His loyalty to the Empire was undying for as long as he could remember.
When he became of age, the Great War was raging. The Empire needed ever able bodied soldier it could get, and Tertius was far more than just able bodied. He quickly rose in ranks until he was commanding his own detachment - he was certainly no Legate, but he was respected by his men and often was key to the victory of battles. During this time period is when he truly began to hate elves. As a child, yes, he did not like them, but that was simply because he was told to. Now, he saw his comrades, his allies, his FRIENDS being slaughtered by elves. He saw elves burn entire villages filled with citizens, killing those who fled. He saw the true evil that Mer could possess, and he grew to hate every single one of them.
Year after year, Tertius continued to fight in the Legion and year after year his hatred grew, bottled up inside of him, only released when he had a blade in his hand. He knew what he was doing on the battlefield; his skills in battle were unmatched by anyone he knew and his ideas of tactics were more often than not superior to those of the Legate. And yet, as time went on, his decisions got sloppier. He made choices based not on what position would be held or how many of his own men would be lost, but how many elves would die. Entire villages of innocent elves were put to the torch or the blade because he commanded it - the very thing he hated them for. These issues do not even begin to include his drinking - if he wasn't planning how to kill more elves he was drinking, and he often charged in to a fight so drunk he couldn't swing straight. It is no surprise that after he was wounded in battle - just a small cut - he was told he would have to retire. The Legion knew he was of no use any more, but wanted the man to keep his honor. Tertius' hate for the Elves now was spread evenly, to the Empire, and to himself. He, a great soldier, a great commander, a great killer of elves, retired for a flesh wound? He was on the path to becoming the one man he resented the most - his father. And it was the fault of the Empire!
Now, after a year and a half, Tertius has become sober again - despite heavy drinking after being released. His skills are not what the once were, but he still knows how to handle a blade. Tertius had decided he can not live in an Empire that has caused him so much hate, and so he looks to a new life - in Akavir. Boarding the ship, he can only hope for the best. But, whatever it is, surely it is better than what he has now.
Um, I never even applied on an enjin I've never even been on it that was my first app attempt but my second is much better please just review it i should have thought my first attempt through more but my second ne is really really good please review it!!!!! please don't judge me on my first bad app attempt i haven't really played on many rp server before but everyone has to get there start somewhere please give me my second chance!!!!!
We read the applications they were the exact same. Copied and pasted if you will. You plead will now cease to be responded to. Thank You.
cmon seriously PLEASE review my new app for what it is now i seriously don't know what your talking about with the enjoin but PLEASE review my app i really want on this server!!!!!!!!!!!
We read the applications they were the exact same. Copied and pasted if you will. You plead will now cease to be responded to. Thank You.
I don't know why it must have been my friend or something but PLEASE don't judge for that first stupid app I didn't even mean to post it here you can look it thought this was a fallout server i posted it on the wrong server i know it was embarrassing but why the heck would you not give me a second chance please I'm begging you i really want on!!!!! Just give me a second chance please!!!!!!!!!!
OOC:
IGN:Pillowfighter227
Age:16
Why us?:I got bored
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:what the heck is that
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)To f*ck b*tches and get money.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Totally acceptable.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Best thing ever.
IC:
Name:Carl
Nickname: Genetilia Ripper
Age:69
Gender:Other
Race: n*gger (don't worry I'm black irl)
Appearance:Black as the sun, has a .45 revolver.
Personality:Always angry, grumpy as f*ck. Has a tendancy, to rip off peoples genetilia.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
-Carl pounces on the bandit-
Carl:Welp, you messed with the wrong n*gger.
-Rtps off bandits testicles-
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Carl was a man of the counrty known as Germany, but one unfortnate day, someone came up to Carl and knocked him out. Upon waking up he relized he had no testicles,
or a penis, and fake tits were sown on his chest the end.
You were Perma Denied because of a troll app. This seems like a troll app to me and other whitelisters.
Im sorry but it really wasn't i was tired and it was done on my phone and i posted it on the wrong server I'm really really sorry just please judge and review my new app my actual good app please cause i really wanna play on this server please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I don't know why you would perm deny me for one mistake bad app!!! please!!! just a second chance please!!!!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
9/19/2011
Posts:
52
Minecraft:
Shuikron
Xbox:
MurlocMojo
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@pillowfighter227: Just give it up dude. You already screwed up and regardless of what you do, you're not gonna be accepted. The more you whine and cry about it, the more you look like a child. I've never known a 16 year old to beg like you are doing right now. It's truly pathetic. As to why you were perma banned, looks to me like it's easy to figure out. They want mature, intelligent players on their server. Both of which you appear to be missing from your person.
@op: I'm not going to put in an app right now, will wait until the server is up and running and see what a few of the reviews are like. I've been RPing since 2E AD&D. Hope everything works out well for you guys.
OOC:
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Creating a character to take place in different events relevant to the storyline
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge ingame without finding it yourself
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making an action that you haven't even attempted
IC:
Name: Malkreath
Nickname: Malk
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth of which he will never take off. Malkreath is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: Curious as a young man Malkreath became a Nightblade thanks to his keen abilities nad quick knowledge of the schools of destruction and restoration.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
Malkreath - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
Malkreath - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
Malkreath - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
Malkreath - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
Malkreath - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born in a big Imperial family Malkreath was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Malkreath because his father wante great things from him but Malkreath didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Malkreath began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
When Malkreath had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
OOC: IGN: kynarus Age: 15 Why us?: I'm a fan of the Elder Scrolls. I started with Oblivion about 3 years ago and since then have bought every game (except the spin-offs) and gotten right into the lore. I'm also a frequent Minecraft player and love the game-making potential Minecraft has. This map looks like it could provide 2 of my favourite game experiences in one; how could I say no? Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: The experience of imagining oneself as someone they aren't. In terms of game mechanics this often translates to complex mechanics designed around letting the player(s) design their character's appearance and skills as well as in more modern examples the story and world the game takes place in. Define Meta-gaming in your words: A term applied to any gaming experience that ignores a game's standard rules and restrictions, or generallly ideas unrelated to a game affecting the game itself. Define Power-gaming in your words: A game experience that ignores ideas such as storytelling, atmosphere, other players and various other aspects of the game in favor of increasing the chances of winning (often in spite of it not being the game's primary focus).
IC: Name: Nykirnsu Kynarus Nickname: Nyk, Kyn, Nykkyn. Age: 25 Gender: Male Race: Dunmer Appearance: Tall and thin body with light greenish skin; almost shoulder-length black hair and bright red eyes; gaunt yet youthful face; often wearing minimal yet fancy-looking light armour. Personality: Often calm when unopposed or faced with a less intimidating opponent, but will become angered when evenly or outmatched. Despite his dislike of stronger foes he still attempts to keep a calm look under pressure, which often leads to him appearing insane to his enemies. Outside of conflict however, he is a kind man (if somewhat arrogant). He always keeps an eye out for good deeds to do, and a keener eye out for good deeds that benefit him in some way; he's slightly selfish but a mostly good guy. He prefers to use stealth and magic in tandem when on missions that require an adventurer. In-game RP Fight example: Nyk has been sent to the house of a brutish thug to find an acquaintance's stolen money:
Thug: *opens the house door* What!
Nyk: Hi! I've just been searching around town on a... little errand recently. You see a friend of mine had a large sum of money stolen from them recently. 'Tells me it was by a large guy who lived around here. You wouldn't happen to know about it would you?
Thug *glances around uneasily* No... No! Now get out!
Nyk: ...*whisper* No *uses an invisibility spell to sneak into the thugs house as he closes the door.
Background: Nyk spent most of his early life in the poorer parts of Bravil. His parents were both lower-class merchants who made very little money off their general goods store in the city, and because of this Nyk had a very miserable childhood, with his only joy being the occasional book his parents could buy. When he was 13 however, his parents tried their best to find work for him (due to it being the required age for most available jobs). They were mostly unsuccessful, but then an old mage was passing through the town who offered a window of opportunity. This mage wanted an apprentice of roughly Nyk's age to teach his magical secrets to before he died; most of the city was unwilling to give up their children due to their suspicious nature, but Nyk's family knew of the benefits a mage could give their son and they sent Nyk off to be an apprentice mage. Nyk learned much from the old mage and becoming an expert magic user himself, having a special affinity with the combined use of illusion and destruction. With these skills he left to make his way in the larger world. Nyk spent the next few years making his way in Cyrodil with his magical abilities as well as the inheritance he gained from his master. Although the Great War had largely left him unaffected as a child, he was able to put his skills to good use as a freelance assassin and tactician. He made large amounts of money off this profession, despite his work not having any serious affect on the war. This continued for many years, to the point that he thought he'd be set for life, but after an assassination he'd been hired to perform failed he was fined a large amount of money for attempted murder. Shunned by all his business partners and left with less than half of his fortune he desperately searched for a new life; then he found it. He read in a newspaper that Akavir had become a great new destination for those disillusioned by life in Tamriel. Upon reading this Nyk knew what he ought to do. He gathered all his possessions and what was left of his fortune and set out for a fresh start in the land to the east...
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No, there has never, ever been a sandbox game with a story or ending... except Grand Theft Auto... and Saints Row... and Red Dead Redemption... and Crack Down... and Assassins Creed...
OOC:
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on a role in order to act out a scene or story
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge OOC to enhance your IG character without doing so yourseld in-game
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making an action that you haven't even attempted. Almost like making your persona invincible
IC:
Name: Matthaeus
Nickname: Matt
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth. Matthaeus is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: A kind yet shy person Matthaues stays to himself always eager to learn new spells and enhance on his studies.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
M - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
M - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
M - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
M - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
M - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born to a big Imperial family in Solitude, Matthaeus was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Matthaeus because his father wante great things from him but Matthaeus didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Matthaeus began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
At age 12 Matthaues recieved a special gift from the mages. They gave him some old blue dyed armor along with a blue bandana. The mages told him about a story about a bright young mage who grew tired of just spells and wanted to become a rogue. Legend has it that this man never took off the bandana in public as he believed that it made him diffrent from all the others, and made him the great nightblade that he was.
Matthaeus began his journies with the mages at the age of 15 when they thought he was ready and knowledged enough in the arcane arts. He faught with many spiders and wolves but wanted more, he wanted an adventure. The mages began to notice this when he became unhappy.
When Matthaeus had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
P.S. That is where I got Malkreath from Fox XD nice catch
-Both Meta and Powergaming is wrong, you can look them up on the rules thread. Could you also give examples of them?
-Your name isn't lore friendly for a Dunmer
-Could you give a longer rp example?
-You have to read the rules!
If you fix theese you will be accepted, and thank you for taking your time to make an app!
Thanks for the advice, but I do have a couple of questions: like where is the rules thread? Do you know anywhere i could find a good list of dunmer-style names? I'll edit the app once I've found the relevant information, thanks in advance.
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No, there has never, ever been a sandbox game with a story or ending... except Grand Theft Auto... and Saints Row... and Red Dead Redemption... and Crack Down... and Assassins Creed...
What do you mean the soil felt familiar to him?
Please fill out the entire application.
why??? I said i was tired and did it on my phone it was a crappy attempt and im sorry but i REALLY wanna be on this server so i spent a ton of time making a new and better app please just review it dont perm-deny me for my crappy attempt i just wanna play on this awesome server please!!!!
Name is not lore friendly
PG Definition is wrong
Your RP example needs to be longerI will get the rest in a few hours.
You were already perm denied on Enjin, you should have thought of the consequences before you did something stupid.
what you skipped mine why did you skip mine can you please review my app I'm really eager to play on this server!!!!
Its in the art section.
Um, I never even applied on an enjin I've never even been on it that was my first app attempt but my second is much better please just review it i should have thought my first attempt through more but my second ne is really really good please review it!!!!! please don't judge me on my first bad app attempt i haven't really played on many rp server before but everyone has to get there start somewhere please give me my second chance!!!!!
Thank you, but I also think my app got skipped over. Sorry.
How did he learn of Akavir?
We read the applications they were the exact same. Copied and pasted if you will. You plead will now cease to be responded to. Thank You.
cmon seriously PLEASE review my new app for what it is now i seriously don't know what your talking about with the enjoin but PLEASE review my app i really want on this server!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know why it must have been my friend or something but PLEASE don't judge for that first stupid app I didn't even mean to post it here you can look it thought this was a fallout server i posted it on the wrong server i know it was embarrassing but why the heck would you not give me a second chance please I'm begging you i really want on!!!!! Just give me a second chance please!!!!!!!!!!
Im sorry but it really wasn't i was tired and it was done on my phone and i posted it on the wrong server I'm really really sorry just please judge and review my new app my actual good app please cause i really wanna play on this server please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I don't know why you would perm deny me for one mistake bad app!!! please!!! just a second chance please!!!!
@op: I'm not going to put in an app right now, will wait until the server is up and running and see what a few of the reviews are like. I've been RPing since 2E AD&D. Hope everything works out well for you guys.
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Creating a character to take place in different events relevant to the storyline
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge ingame without finding it yourself
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making an action that you haven't even attempted
IC:
Name: Malkreath
Nickname: Malk
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth of which he will never take off. Malkreath is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: Curious as a young man Malkreath became a Nightblade thanks to his keen abilities nad quick knowledge of the schools of destruction and restoration.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
Malkreath - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
Malkreath - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
Malkreath - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
Malkreath - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
Malkreath - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born in a big Imperial family Malkreath was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Malkreath because his father wante great things from him but Malkreath didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Malkreath began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
When Malkreath had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
IGN: kynarus
Age: 15
Why us?: I'm a fan of the Elder Scrolls. I started with Oblivion about 3 years ago and since then have bought every game (except the spin-offs) and gotten right into the lore. I'm also a frequent Minecraft player and love the game-making potential Minecraft has. This map looks like it could provide 2 of my favourite game experiences in one; how could I say no?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: The experience of imagining oneself as someone they aren't. In terms of game mechanics this often translates to complex mechanics designed around letting the player(s) design their character's appearance and skills as well as in more modern examples the story and world the game takes place in.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: A term applied to any gaming experience that ignores a game's standard rules and restrictions, or generallly ideas unrelated to a game affecting the game itself.
Define Power-gaming in your words: A game experience that ignores ideas such as storytelling, atmosphere, other players and various other aspects of the game in favor of increasing the chances of winning (often in spite of it not being the game's primary focus).
IC:
Name: Nykirnsu Kynarus
Nickname: Nyk, Kyn, Nykkyn.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Appearance: Tall and thin body with light greenish skin; almost shoulder-length black hair and bright red eyes; gaunt yet youthful face; often wearing minimal yet fancy-looking light armour.
Personality: Often calm when unopposed or faced with a less intimidating opponent, but will become angered when evenly or outmatched. Despite his dislike of stronger foes he still attempts to keep a calm look under pressure, which often leads to him appearing insane to his enemies. Outside of conflict however, he is a kind man (if somewhat arrogant). He always keeps an eye out for good deeds to do, and a keener eye out for good deeds that benefit him in some way; he's slightly selfish but a mostly good guy. He prefers to use stealth and magic in tandem when on missions that require an adventurer.
In-game RP Fight example: Nyk has been sent to the house of a brutish thug to find an acquaintance's stolen money:
Thug: *opens the house door* What!
Nyk: Hi! I've just been searching around town on a... little errand recently. You see a friend of mine had a large sum of money stolen from them recently. 'Tells me it was by a large guy who lived around here. You wouldn't happen to know about it would you?
Thug *glances around uneasily* No... No! Now get out!
Nyk: ...*whisper* No *uses an invisibility spell to sneak into the thugs house as he closes the door.
Background: Nyk spent most of his early life in the poorer parts of Bravil. His parents were both lower-class merchants who made very little money off their general goods store in the city, and because of this Nyk had a very miserable childhood, with his only joy being the occasional book his parents could buy. When he was 13 however, his parents tried their best to find work for him (due to it being the required age for most available jobs). They were mostly unsuccessful, but then an old mage was passing through the town who offered a window of opportunity. This mage wanted an apprentice of roughly Nyk's age to teach his magical secrets to before he died; most of the city was unwilling to give up their children due to their suspicious nature, but Nyk's family knew of the benefits a mage could give their son and they sent Nyk off to be an apprentice mage. Nyk learned much from the old mage and becoming an expert magic user himself, having a special affinity with the combined use of illusion and destruction. With these skills he left to make his way in the larger world.
Nyk spent the next few years making his way in Cyrodil with his magical abilities as well as the inheritance he gained from his master. Although the Great War had largely left him unaffected as a child, he was able to put his skills to good use as a freelance assassin and tactician. He made large amounts of money off this profession, despite his work not having any serious affect on the war. This continued for many years, to the point that he thought he'd be set for life, but after an assassination he'd been hired to perform failed he was fined a large amount of money for attempted murder. Shunned by all his business partners and left with less than half of his fortune he desperately searched for a new life; then he found it. He read in a newspaper that Akavir had become a great new destination for those disillusioned by life in Tamriel. Upon reading this Nyk knew what he ought to do. He gathered all his possessions and what was left of his fortune and set out for a fresh start in the land to the east...
IGN: MattDunn2214
Age: 15
Why us?: I love both Skyrim and Minecraft and have heard great things about the server.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on a role in order to act out a scene or story
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge OOC to enhance your IG character without doing so yourseld in-game
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making an action that you haven't even attempted. Almost like making your persona invincible
IC:
Name: Matthaeus
Nickname: Matt
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: A decent sized man with brown hair and a blue bandana covering his mouth. Matthaeus is protected by studded hide armor and a steel dagger.
Personality: A kind yet shy person Matthaues stays to himself always eager to learn new spells and enhance on his studies.
In-game RP Fight example:
Woman - No! I swear I don't have any coin on me I left it back at my farm.
Bandit - Well I guess we will just have to take you then.
Fire Mage - Ill wrap her up.
M - *Waits for the Fire Mage to reach for the woman and begin tying her up*.
M - *Reaches out from the bushes and slits the bandits throat dragging him away stealthfully*.
Fire Mage - Well that takes care of her ri... *Fire Mage cannot complete his sentence as he looks around for his accomplis in shock*
Fire Mage - Anyone There?
M - *Uses frost spell to freeze Fire Mage* *Then runs out from the shadows while the Fire Mage is in confusion and stabs him in the heart*
M - *Frees the woman*
Woman - Thank You
M - *Goes back into the shadows and doesn't respond*
Background: Born to a big Imperial family in Solitude, Matthaeus was one of nine children. He never recieved much attention after he turned ten, not only because of the other children but because he refused to join the army like his father did. He became neglected and when his father would come home drunk he would usually beat up on Matthaeus because his father wante great things from him but Matthaeus didn't want to live his life that way. This is where Matthaeus began to learn his skill for hiding.
One day while going to hide from his father he came across some mages in the woods. He was caught sneaking up on them and when asked what he was doing he just said he was curious about magic. The mages asked him if he had a home and he responded no. The mages in those woods became his family and he went with them to the College of Winterhold where he studied restoration and destruction. This is where he learned about his love for magic and his calling to become a nightblade.
At age 12 Matthaues recieved a special gift from the mages. They gave him some old blue dyed armor along with a blue bandana. The mages told him about a story about a bright young mage who grew tired of just spells and wanted to become a rogue. Legend has it that this man never took off the bandana in public as he believed that it made him diffrent from all the others, and made him the great nightblade that he was.
Matthaeus began his journies with the mages at the age of 15 when they thought he was ready and knowledged enough in the arcane arts. He faught with many spiders and wolves but wanted more, he wanted an adventure. The mages began to notice this when he became unhappy.
When Matthaeus had his 18th birthday the mages gave him enough gold to visit akavir. The mages told him that they wanted his to thrive in life and to see all of what Tameriel has to offer instead of just being held up in Skyrim.
P.S. That is where I got Malkreath from Fox XD nice catch
Thanks for the advice, but I do have a couple of questions: like where is the rules thread? Do you know anywhere i could find a good list of dunmer-style names? I'll edit the app once I've found the relevant information, thanks in advance.
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