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**Out of Character**
IGN:Halofreek101
Age:14
How did you find us? I was browsing YouTube for this kind of stuff.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I played Serious RolePlay on Gmod a lot so I basically know what I am doing.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out thing ooc and uses that information ic.
Define Power-gaming in your words: This is when my character is like god so that way I always get instakills or something similar to that.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when I use heavy mods that require a lot of work?


**In Character**
Name: Eddrick
Nickname: James
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Weapons: Elven Bow, Along with Steel Arrows.
Appearance:Brown Hair, White Skin, Brown Eye's, Buff, Skinny, Average Size, Wears Red Shirt, Wears Blue Pants, Wears Brown Boots Scratches on his face from fights and doing dungeons, Missing ring finger.
Personality: He is a Nice guy But not good to mess around with. He can sometimes be Very Serious and sometimes Play full.
In-game RP example: Two Drawgers come up to Attack Eddrick
Eddrick Draws out his Elven Bow to save his life.
Eddrick takes a Steel Arrows, He shoots and miss's.
The Drawgers started to attack him and happens to destroy his Bow.
Eddrick has died from a Drawger attack.
Background: He has had a rough life, Born in Skyrim. He grew up with One of his parents which is his Father, His mom has been assassinated by The Dark Brotherhood. At this very day he is still wanting revenge on what happened. He is starting to gather up some gear so that way he could get what they deserve. To him This means War.

**Out of Character**
IGN: luko14
Age:14
How did you find us? looked on youtube minecraft roleplay server
What Roleplay experience do you have? game of thrones roleplay http://www.obsidianportal.com/campaigns/gotroom2
Also Eracia dungeon realms Walking dead roleplay arma 2 city life DayzRp VenomMc and runescape on the roleplay server
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character knowledge while in character ( jim ooc: yay i found diamonds! bob: i know where jim lives )
Define Power-gaming in your words: insta hitting ex ( jim: hi bob *Bob cuts off jims head*
Define God-Modding in your words: When a character can do anything without consequences skyrim example here ( armed in underpants and a stick charges into solitude kills and everyone )


**In Character**
Name: Alex Stormrider
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Caucasian Large blue eyes short black hair Tall muscular for some men but not for a nord tall about 6 foot 4 214 pounds
Personality: Rough used to being around people who don't care for formality Not used to having much money and sometimes doesn't know what do do with what he's got Kind hearted but always ready for betrayal perceptive and a strong tolerence for bad / not the most healthy of food Hates khagit's and argonians and not so much bretons but friendship will be hard to come by between all of these races
In-game RP example:
Alex and his Rareck are fishing on a small fishing canoe a mile off the coast of solitude at about 9 am practicing for the competition when they notice a large boat approaching
Pirate: you there! What are you doing out here! no one is sssupposssed to be here during our ssssmuggling operation
Me: Laughs* We are practicing for fishing tournament held here in 5 hours
Pirate: *yells* five hourss! It'll take uss an hour to reach the shore and yet another few to unload the cargo!
Rareck: What cargo is that sir?
*Alex for the first time looks up and notices the pirate is an argonian*
Pirate:None of yer biznesss now shut up before i come down there and break your little floating log you call a boat
*a breton aprouches* Breton: Slyseck! you imbecile! you told them we are smugglers! they have heard too much as your captain i order you took take all the fisherman you see at least half a mile away from solitude to be captuered starting * looks at alex* with these two
Slyseck the pirate: Yessss captain * shoots a spell of some kind into the boat and alex and Rayeck don't remember anything after that
until they awake in the cell block of the ship



Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Alex was four when he learned how to fish and five when he learned to swing a hammer his fishing, blacksmithing, and skills with two handed weapons were quite unmatched in the small town of Riverwood. When his grandfather Alvor died he gave the smith to his Alex's mother Alvor's daugher this was when alex was ten so he had to learn to smith catch fish for the family barter with the trader and defend the weapons and armor from thieves. Alex killed his first bandit at 15 years old he was making a steel sword at the time and saw a shadow behind him so he glanced over and next thing he knew a dagger was coming at him So he swung the red hot half made sword at the thief ( who was a khagit and to this day still hates khagits because it killed his favorite chicken named Ser clucks ) and hit him in the face.
When alex was 17 he was invited to a fishing competition held at Solitude. Alex encountered many dangers on the way bandits rats wolves spiders a troll ( he ran from that ) a bear ( again ran ) a confused mage who's name was Rareck who became his best friend because he was also going to the competition but couldn't for the life of him find dragons bridge ( which he was standing on ).
Alex and Rayeck made it to solitude and were both baffled. Alex as from riverwood and Rayeck was from RorikStead so the buildings castles and soldiers were all new to them. They decided they would stay at the tavern the name of the place still slips the mid of the two to this day because they drank so much that night. They decided they would get some practice in for the fishing tournement so at about 730 am they awoke and set out for a spot the tavern keeper told them about the place was around a mile away so they left in a hurry
taking only there poles and clothes. As they were fishing they were taken by a ship filled with argonians, some nords and a breton captain. They happened to be pirates smuggling in a very large amount things which looked like imperial armors and weapons but were cursed by thalmor elves to explode whenever they wanted it too by saying a few simple words the shipment never made it to solitude due to all the fisherman there for the competition the risk of being spotted was too great. So they kidnapped all the fisherman at least half a mile away and turned back the way they came.




Escape and Arrival



Alex Came to akavir by being taken by the same pirates who kidnapped him while fishing and he devised a plan to take control of the ship and succeeded do to about half the ship's population being other competetors and one quarter being made up of nords wanted mutiny for they hated the argonians who had higher ranks then them he and his friend Rareck had a long fight where most of the fisherman died do too lack of experiance but most of the nord pirates still stood along with alex and Rareck. So took control of the ship and sailed and sailed and sailed for what seemed days until the dynamic duo of the blacksmithing warrior fisherman and the fireball throwing easily lost mage where landed on Akavir

Skooma kills


(side note )
( on a side note i put the extra sss and the slang in the pirates dialouge because i thought it would make for a more lizard pirate experience thanks for your time )

OOC:
IGN:Brickman59
Age:13(That's right,I'm now one year older and still alot more mature then others my age.)
What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir?:HoG,and some others I can't remember.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is the act of finding out something outside of the RP in something such as OOC chat and acting upon it in the RP.
EX:Bill tells Ted about how he was killed by Joe in OOC chat.Ted wants to avenge Bill and decides to kill Joe.Ted goes into the RP with his knowledge from OOC chat and kills Joe,causing an act of metagaming to occur.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is the act of having an unfair ability or giving another player an unfair disadvantage in a situation (usually involving combat) that makes it so that the other player has no chance of victory.
EX1:Bob finds himself in a fight with Ted.Bob then instantly delivers a killing blow to Ted,ending his life.
EX2:Bob is trying to tie Sue up.Sue resists,but Bob ties her up without noting that Sue tried to prevent herself from being tied up at all.
Define God-Modding in your words:God-modding is where you assume the role of a god in an rp and try to dictate the story and what happens for your own enjoyment.



IC:
Name:Valeran
Nickname:N/A
Age:26(Assuming the gap between Akavir and Akavir II is two years)
Gender:Male
Race:Nord,Human
Appearance:Valeran is a Caucasian 190 lb man has a white buttoned undershirt. He wears extremely dark grey commoner trousers and black boots that an commoner would also wear.He has a medium body build due to him pulling away from the Aristocratic lifestyle when he was 13,giving him time to train himself physically when he sneaked away from his home periodically.He is starting to grow a beard and lost his family coat to the flood,leaving only the emblem of his family on the back of his old shirt.
Personality:Valeran was a pampered son of on Aristocratic family till he was 13,and only learned about some of the real worlds' dangers through book. Valeran is extremely intelligent as he was taught greatly during his time when he fully embraced the Aristocratic life-style.This used to make him very polite and knightly,but the "apocalypse" changed that.Valeran has been scarred by the ways he's had to survive and he's lost most of his ettiquette.
Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters:Valeran stared hungrily into the sky,wishing he had eaten more or brought some food up onto this damned cathedral top.His aquaintance,Mark,had been surviving up here with him for about a day after the floods now,and the two were starving."I hope things start to settle so fish can come..."Mark said,imagining a hearty fish in his stomache. "The fish and wildlife won't start to swim over here until atleast a week is over.We'll starve before then." Valeran stated in a hopeless tone. "It's better to hope then to not hope,man" Mark said to Valeran as he got up and arched over the stone steeple in at the front of the roof.Suddenly,Valeran got a very twisted,but very hopeful idea.If he could kill Mark,he could last off of Mark and filtering the water until the next week! Valeran got up quietly,and tried to sneak up behind Mark,but he turned around at the last second. "Vale?" Mark questioned oddly before Valeran started to attempt to bash his head into the steeple.Mark resisted quite alot but the more times he hit the steeple the less he resisted,until he finall dropped dead,the steeple covered in a goey,bloody,mess.Valeran then snapped a little inside his head from that moment on."I...I did it to survive...for survival!" He said to himself as he started to question his morals,knowing now his food supply was seccure for now.
Background: Valeran recalls his time before Akavir while resting on the Valguard Church roof:
Valeran was an adventurous boy born into a wealthy aristocratic family,which led to him having a pampered life style until the age of 13,where hormones started to have an effect on him and he strayed away from the elegant life style of the nobleman and started to play with the town children from the lower class, occasionally bringing a Septim or two with him so he and his poor friends could buy a sweet roll.One day Valeran saw a group of knights practicing in a court,and was greatly intrigued by their system of training and their style. Valeran spent the next year gathering components for a makeshift wooden sword whilst out with his lower class friends. Valeran was able to avoid being caught by his caretakers when he sneaked out like this,but one day at 16 years of age,Valeran and his friends were attacked by a wild wolf. The wolf had strayed into the lower class section of the town they were in,causing it to eventually cross paths with Val and his friends on night. The wolf leaped for one of his friends and successfully pounced onto the boy,and was about to make a meal out of his face when Valeran pulled out his recently finished wooden sword and attempted to slug the wolf in the head with it. The wolf let out a howl of pain,and aggressively got off the boy and took a swipe at Valeran. Valeran block with his wooden sword,but his wooden sword was decimated by the wolf's claws. Valeran then resorted to trying to wrestle with the wolf,but really only ended up making the wolf thrash about on the ground howling until a town guard came and was able to actually kill the wolf.The guard recognized Valeran as one of the Aristocrats' sons and promptly took him back to his home,giving away to his friends that he was not one of them.The day after Val was banned from leaving the Aristocratic section of town,and was put on a more stricter Aristocratic teaching schedule. Valeran put up with this punishment for six years,in which he enrolled into a Knight class and practiced the basic elements of being a Knight,such as manners and how to efficiently use a blade(Short,medium,and great).This allowed him to train his body and not just his mind,which would help him when he finally decided to run away from his Aristocratic life.

Valeran wanted to run away,but he had no plan of doing so.He pondered about this for a week until he recalled a place called Akavir which he learnt of in one World History tome.In order to get there he would need a boat,so he asked his parents for a course in ship navigation. His parents granted him the course,and when the time came,he took the boat and tried to sail away,which failed terribly as he was intercepted by pirates not even a quarter of the way there. The pirates took his regal training ship as a treasure ship and jailed him in their own ship as they proceeded to sail away,until one stormy night Valeran felt water seeping through the boards of his cell walls. Valeran was confused,until the wall gave in and a giant surge of water poured in. Valeran,trained in how to swim during his childhood,quickly swam through the hole and up to get air, and found that a terrible storm raged on. As Valeran climbed up onto the deck he was swept off of his feet as a the ship suddenly crashed into what looked like a rock.Debris flied everywhere as Valeran tried to find something to hold on to. Valeran ended up grabbing onto a half broken barrel for dear life as the ship started to plunge down into the depths of the water,leaving just the debris on the sunken parts. Valeran ended up getting his by a descending board of wood of the main ship,knocking him out atop his half broken barrel.When he woke up he found himself against the board of what would be a dock,his barrel missing as well as any of the few possessions he had on him. When he got up he saw a town,and lush wildlife around."Could this be Akavir?" Valeran thought to himself as he got up and brushed the dirt off of his drenched,muddy body.
How your character survived Akavir: Waking up from the memories,Valeran tries to recall how this land of oppurtunity went down under:
It was another dreary day at the pub in Valguard.Valeran had started to lose faith in his adventuring as the money had come to a halt,and he had nothing else to do then to drink his problems out,whether it be in tea,beer,or the very rare skooma blunt.He had been restless for the past few nights,worried about the future might hold,but when the disaster struck,he knew had had been worrying about the wrong things this entire time.As the waters started to flood Valguard,Mark broke off one of the tables from the bar and used it as a life raft,riding it from one elevation of rooftops to the other.He eventually came across another person named Mark,who joined him as they floated higher and higher until the flooding stopped rising.They were stranded on the roof of the Cathedral,and had no food and nothing to live for.It was only a day after the flooding that Valeran,in a desperate act of survival,bashed the brains in of his new friend with the church steeple and lived off him and filtering water for the next week.Valeran lost most of his valour,and it's safe to say he's more focused on survival then he was before.When the first week was over the fish and other animals started to come,so using his family cloak as a fishing net Valeran started to catch fish.
Valeran snaps out of his second flashback,and sighs.Why did this have to happen?

SKOOMA KILLS!

**Out of Character**
IGN: Ishmalsmiel

Age: 16

How did you find us? Youtube

What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on other role playing servers, played World of Warcraft, also D&D!

Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using external information your character usually would not know, to somehow aid him/her.

Define Power-gaming in your words: Use of over extending your power such as saying your a master blades men so you can slice a guys head off with out him having any reaction.

Define God-Modding in your words: When your character does abilities that are out side his limits or boundaries.


**In Character**

Name: Cmilaaay Lewko

Nickname: (Optional) Lewko

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/bCatb.png

Personality: Cmilaaay is very laid back but like to keep to himself, although people might call him rude because he is very straightforward and likes getting to the point faster to others especially if it helps him in the long run.

In-game RP example: (Include dialog)

*Regaining Consciousness*
Lewko: "Uhhh what is my tab up to this week" *Groaning*
Bartender: "Piece of ­, there is no way your paying this! I am going to kill that little Scarlet that keeps letting you drink"
Lewko: "So we`re g--d hur right?" *Leaving some gold chips on the counter*
Bartender: *Yelling* "Good here? You drunk, get out of my bar and never come back!" *Kicking Lewko out of his chair*
Lewko: "Come on cutie, I can show you a good time" *Smirking while getting up*
Bartender: "What was that?" *Attempts to throw a dagger at Lewko's Head*
Lewko: *Goes to run out of the tavern* "See yah next week!"
*Dagger scrapping the back of Lewko's Tunic*


Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)

Cmilaaay was raised as a Nord although he was a lot like a Imperial, he was very stocky and light skinned which he was made fun of all as a child. Cmilaaay had worked on a farm for work until he was of age to leave and be on his own, he had done a lot of work on the farm from planting wheat to taking care of the livestock and was very skilled at it, his way with animals or nature in general was very interesting he was always at ease with anything he was taught, always catching on quickly. Little did Cmilaaay know that his parents were killed by an ambush of bandits while following a trail to a nearby city, his father's uncle, Azuel, took him into raise him as his own. With the farm being very prosperous Azuel and Cmilaaay were very busy but wealth was to follow with this hard work. Getting past Cmilaaay being so different he was not raised in poverty yet he was paid very well for his work.

Although with all wealth follows with power and that follows power is greed, Azuel had been together that with a woman who was very greedy and materialistic. She did not like sharing a dime and felt that it was more of a chore than a job for Cmilaaay doing his work on the farm and convinced Azuel not to pay him, that was only the start of it. After they had gotten married Cmilaaay felt alone at most in time period with Azuel and his wife turning on him because of the not very fair maiden lying about everything to get Cmilaaay in trouble and to look like such a bad guy. Until Azuel just stopped with the feuding on Cmilaaay's day of becoming old enough to leave, Azuel's wife took this as an opportunity to get rid of him, yet Azuel was sick of the fighting and told Cmilaaay the truth about his parents.

The smirk on Azuel's wife's face when Cmilaaay decided to leave and live by himself, it was unbearable to have hatred for another person like that to Cmilaaay. Leaving with not much other than a couple of loaves of bread and his trusty fishing pole, along with the money that he used to buy out a seat on a boat to Akavir. Cmilaaay after a while of living life on his own trading, hunting, starving to what survive he wanted to find himself but now he found himself alone striving to survive.


Skooma Kills

**Out of Character**
IGN:captincnote
Age:???
How did you find us?well, ive been looking for good rp servers and i came across this one and its kinda like skyrim and i love that game and yea.
What Roleplay experience do you have? lots, 7 servers ive been on 2 banned 5 outdated 1 angering
Define Meta-gaming in your words: no idea
Define Power-gaming in your words: doing something like it gonna happen no matter what
Define God-Modding in your words: always wining never dieing


**In Character**
Name: Shryk Bay
Nickname: (Optional) Shark
Age:???
Gender:male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Man eaten by shark
Personality:fun, easily persuaded, and easily angered
In-game RP example: "GET OUTTA HERE YA FILTHY BEAST" "what did you just call me!?" "A FILTHY BEAST, NOW GET OUTTA HERE!" *lunges at him and tries to tear flesh off
Background: Was the expiriment of a mad scientist who for years, tried to make mutants somewhat succeding with Shyk Bay, half human half shark could breathe under and over water. Not even a year after the success the lab blew up, but somehow, Shryk wqas still alive. He tried to live as a normal human saying that it was some clothes but many didnt belive him.

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OOC:


IGN: Checkmate7779
Age: 12
Why us?: I am just looking for a good server to play on. I really like the Idea of Roleplaying but haven't been able
to find a good server for it, but this one looks excellent.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No
Define Role-Playing in your words: When you act as if you are someone completely different to your real self, and basically re-design your personality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: (I'm not too good with these terms but I'll give it a try.) When you use information that the character you are role-playing does not have any knowledge of. E.g: Meeting someone in-game and already knowing their name.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When your character does a drastic action like killing another
character without previously giving them a chance or consulting them.

In Character
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Black hair, Orange eyes, Purple and Green Robes
Personality: Witty, slightly arrogant about his limits, doesn't take things very seriously, shy, usually spends his time alone learning new spells.
In-game RP Fight example:

Bob the Orc: Ha! you can't beat me you puny Breton.

*Bob swings a Marcus with his mace*
*Marcus tries to Dodge but is hit in the leg and falls to the ground*

Marcus: AGHHHHHHH!
*Bob swings again*
*Marcus throws a ball of fire at Bob's arm*
*Bob is disarmed*
Bob the Orc: Damn you Mage!
*Bob lunges at Marcus*
*Marcus rolls out of the way*
Bob the Orc: NOOOOO!
*Bob is impaled by a rock.

(Sorry, I don't have much experience)


Background:

Marcus Paradox was born in Whiterun, the only son of Zequiaa Yavvys and Yusni Paradox. Both his parents worked at the market selling potions and food for a living. One day he was roaming the city when he saw a peculiar old man with a scarred face sitting on a bench reading a book. He approached the man and asked who he was. "I'm a Mage, sent all the way from winterhold to speak with the Jarl." The man said. Marcus had never met a Mage before, and thought it was really cool. He then asked what The Mage was reading. "Oh this old thing..." The man said, "This is a spell tome of Invisibility - it means people can't see you."

"Can I hold it? asked Marcus. The mage gladly gave him the book. "What does this mean?", Marcus pointed at the Three Rings on the front of the book. "That symbol means it's an illusion spell. It messes with other people's minds." Marcus tried to hand the book back to the man.
"No, you can keep it if you want, I've done enough reading in my lifetime." A huge grin spread across Marcus's young face. "Thanks Sir!"

"There's no need to thank me, but remember Skooma Kills!" Marcus ran home and started reading.

16 years later Marcus found himself on a research trip from the College of Winterhold to the mysterious lands of Akavir

**Out of Character**
IGN: Darksniper339
Age: 10
How did you find us? My Brother wanted to join and I thought this server looked cool so I went on the website and found information for my app.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've had no roleplay experience but everyone needs a first time.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you know something without asking or collecting the information about it and your not suppost to do that in Roleplay. Meta-gaming example, if I go up to someone and say their name without asking what their name is i'm Meta-gaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you're not being fair or not giving someone a chance. Example if I went up to someone and just slit their throat without giving them a chance to fight back i'm power-gaming.
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is when you're extremely over powered and pretty much invincible and makes in game experience very unfair.


**In Character**
Name: Tordo Mak Twada
Nickname: Makta
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Tang-Mo
Appearance: dark, hard to see in shadows, small about 5:8, skinny, no hair besides his tang-mo fur.
Personality: stays back, isn't loud, doesn't but in unless he's interested, Takes things very seriously, can make an enemy very easily, Can easily persuade.
In-game RP example: "Makta sneaks up behind Jamie"
                                 "Makta puts his hand in Jamie's pocket"
                                 "Jamie turns around"
                                 "Makta grabs something and runs"
                                 "Jamie follows"
                                 "the city guard shoots an arrow at Makta"
                                 "the arrow misses"
                                 "Makta runs out the city gate"

Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Tordo Mak Twada was a good trader he could always persuade his customers and could come out of a transaction rich, he supplied many Ka Po Tun cities, and he also was responsible for many of the items being exported to Tamriel. He crafted his wares as well as trading them he was very famous in his home village and all over the tang-mo and ka po tun regions due to his mobile trading shop. At various times Tordo Mak Twada was rich and he was known for it but that didn't stop him from his night time job.

Tordo Mak Twada as well as a trader was a thief he may have been rich on various occasions but some items you cant buy.Tordo had a mobile home so he could get around easily and get his hands on some of the best items. Because he was such a good craftsman he could make duplicate keys to fit in any lock, which greatly aided him in his heists

The emperor of Tamriel was finally visiting the Tang-Mo villages and wanted to meet all of the people that were supplying Tamriel wares including Tordo Mak Twada, the emperor wanted to find items for himself Tordo heard the news and got prepared. He knew there would be alot to trade and alot to steal. Tordo worked really hard to get prepared for the emperors visit he crafted some very valuable items and got rid of all the skooma that he secretly sold to skooma addicts, he knew that SKOOMA KILLS but so do the addicts plus he gets good deals for making it in his other home.

The emperor sent a messanger to tell Tordo that he had to meet the emperor at his house that was built four years before during the emperors last visit. one day later Tordo started to leave for the emperor's house north east of Tordos location. Seven hours later Tordo arrived at the emperors palace near the Tang-Mo capital he gave the horses that drove his home some food and then took some of his finest wares inside to show the emperor.

The great feast had started and seven other tang-mo men were around Tordo. The emperor started to speak "After we finish this feast you shall show me your wares and I shall see if I personally like anything you have." The meal ended soon and the emperor started picking out items. He bought a silver, gold and emerald necklace and some robes from Tordo and a few other things from the others.

After a short tour of the house night fall came and Tordo went to his home to get prepared, During the tour he had examined the models of the locks and easily made a duplicate key. He got his thief robes on and made sure that enough time had gone by to make sure everyone was asleep. He left his home and discreetly entered another trader's one. He made sure the man in it was fast asleep before he started to cut some of his hair.

When he was done cutting the mans hair he left the home and discreetly entered the emperors bedroom through the window making sure no guards were inside. He used his duplicate key to open a jewelry box that contained a few rings and some necklaces including the one that Tordo sold to him he took a few unvaluable books, a few robes including the one he had sold and alot of gold. After taking everything he wanted and needed Tordo placed the mans hair in front of the jewelry box that he had stolen from earlier. and left.

Tordo went back into the man's home and placed the key ontop of a cupboard and then placed the unvaluable books he had stolen in a cupboard and put one of the robes under some other clothing and left. when he got back to his home he hid everything he had stolen and his equipment in a false bottom under his cupboard.

The next day Tordo heard some furious yelling from inside the palace. "That damn tang-mo," it was obviously the hair that made the emperor think that it was the other man. Soon later the emperor came out of the palace with eight guards. All of the tang-mo were out of their homes, two of the guards went up to the other tang-mo man and put steel hand cuffs on him the other eight broke the mans door down and started to search almost immediately they found the books and the robe. They started to question the man about where everything else was but everytime they asked the answer they got was I dont know, I dont know how any of that got there, because really that was the truth they just didn't believe it.

Soon after they had put the man on a ship to leave for Tamriel everyone was dismissed and Tordo Mak Twada went back to do what he always did.SKOOMA KILLS as earlier in the story.

**Out of Character**
IGN:
Tannor2001
Age:
20
How did you find us?

What Roleplay experience do you have?
Not all that much but I have done a couple.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Information you use to your advantage(Which in my opinion is not that great).
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Using your powers abusively.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Having Infinite life whenever you want.


**In Character**
Name:
Zenar
Nickname:
Strider
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Race:
Man Imperial
Appearance:
Only show cloaks but if alone is quite young, but has a scare on his eye.
Personality:
Secret, but will talk if someone needed wisdom, and a great person to have as a friend.
In-game RP example:
One thing I always say is "Wisdom is your friend.", and "Wisdom is always the key".
Background:
One day I received a letter from the Imperial Military Leader saying "You Must go with the group waiting outside the gates to Akavir".
So I went outside the gates and found many people there and we went out on our adventure. One night we were pretty much all killed
My friend and I were the only people left. We set out toward Akavir. Once we got there we were greeted by a captain. He asked us why there were no more. We told him the truth and he was shocked. "Well then I guess we can use as much as we can get."He said.


skooma kills

**Out of Character**
IGN:zebulon759
Age:14 over half way to 15
How did you find us? planet minecraft
What Roleplay experience do you have? i'v played over 130 hours of oblivion, and some pen and paper rpg's

Define Meta-gaming in your words:using info that i know and my character does not
Define Power-gaming in your words:trying to force other players to play the way you want them to
Define God-Modding in your words:cheating


**In Character**
Name:Dardo (cleaver warrior)
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:23
Gender:male
Race:Khajiit (Ohmes)
Appearance:like all ohmes we look elf-like, also I'm hooded shadowy and a bit on the thin side
Personality:easy to befriend hard to become a true friend with
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) setting: me and an argonian and the tavern:argonian: so are you the guild type? me: not yet I'm looking for the right one. argonian: you should consiter the mages guild we could use more people like you. me: magic is great and all but it makes to much noose I prefer the kill before anyone ever knew I was there. argonian: I must be going good luck with finding a guing that fits you taste. me: goodbye.

Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)having trained my hole life to be a skilled hunter I set sail seeking aventure, and made up my mind to travel to akavir now with bow in hand and arrows on my back, at the prime of my life now having followed me dreams to akavir my adventure begins.

Improved a little bit.

**Out of Character**
IGN:
Tannor2001
Age:
20
How did you find us?

What Roleplay experience do you have?
Not all that much but I have done a couple.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Information you use to your advantage(Which in my opinion is not that great).
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Using your powers abusively.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Having Infinite life whenever you want.


**In Character**
Name:
Molvar
Nickname:
Blue Flame
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Race:
Imperial
Appearance:
Only show Robe when in public but if alone or with trusted people hood is down. He is quite young.Shows up mostly from dark places or from behind trees or stone pillars.
Personality:
Secret, but will talk if someone needed wisdom, and a great person to have as a friend. Loves animals and is curious about dragons.
In-Game RP Example: Setting Tavern
Molvar (Me): "Do you know, what you need"
Soldier: "No what do I need?"
Molvar (Me): "Wisdom and common sense."
Soldier: (attempts to punch me)
Molvar (Me): (dodges)"I wouldn't try that." (leaves tavern and leaves soldier confused considering he's one of the fastest melee soldiers)
Background:
When I was a kid, I was dropped off at an orphanage. I was adopted by an Imperial mage and an imperial soldier of the military. I spent my childhood practicing mage spells and reading books, but also practiced sword melee with my father. Eventually my adoption parents became too old to teach me, So I went to a college. I studied hard and passed college. I bought a nice house, and got a job in the
military.

One day I received a letter from the Imperial Military Leader saying "You have a duty to make a perilous journey for your nation and others except the enemy's" so I went outside the gates and found many people there and my friend was there, so we out on our adventure. One night almost much everyone was killed. My friend and I were the only people left. So we were off after mourning the lost one's.

Once we got there we were greeted by a captain. He asked us why there were no more. We told him the truth and he was shocked. "Well then I guess we can use as much as we can get."He said.And he split us up across Akavir.


Skooma Kills

IGN:
Age:21
How did you find us? mc forums and other happenstances
What Roleplay experience do you have? to be honest just a little. I've played a few D&D campaigns and really like it, but sadly my D&D friends have moved away. I would really like to play more actual rpgs, and this seems like a great place to do it.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Basically using knowledge that you yourself know in game, that your character doesn't know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overpowered. Like say, "i cast a sleeping spell, then stab you in the heart. you're dead"
Define God-Modding in your words: I'm not exactly entirely sure on this, so please correct me. But i would think that this would be similar to power-gaming, but even more ridiculous. maybe by just announcing that the other player died? being god-like?


**In Character**
Name: Baldur Gallus
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Nord/Imperial
Appearance: 6'2'',Baldur is a larger, solid man. service in the legion has left him hard, and physically scared. he has mid length hair dark blonde hair that has copper hints in it and parted. he maintains a trimmed goatee thats fiery red. he has three long scars on the right side of his face that extends from his forehead to his jaw at a angle. he also bares a marred mark of the legion on his left bicep
Personality: Baldur is on the quiet side with strangers; observant but gregarious when he needs to be. he is mentally solid but bares scars from the war.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*walks into tavern, sits at table in the back by himself*
(bar-maid) "welcome m'lord, what can i get for your you? cyrodillic brandy? or something more exotic, our sujamma is imported from the finest distillers in Morrowind."
(specialk7770) "I'll take your darkest ale, and stale bread."
(bar-maid) "Are you sure m'lord? we have far better spirits here than that swill"
(specialk7770) "It will do"
*bar-maid scurries off with a look off disgust. and returns with a stein of strong ale and a meagre loaf of stiff brown bread.*
(specialk7770) "thank you, this should be enough for my food and enough for some privacy."
*He tosses the Bar-maid a bag of 50 Gold septims*
(Bar-maid) thank ye m'lord.
*after thirty minutes a seedy khajit skulks in from the kitchen and sits across from Baldur*
(Khajit) "did filthy no-hair bring moj'kar the priceless.
(specialk7770)"as i told you last time, you call me that again and i'll charge an extra 10%. Shor's blood, yes I have your talisman. but first i'll be taking my fee.
(moj'kar) "No!, Priceless first Gold later!"l
*baldur smiled, knowing full well the game Moj'kar played; and the bloody end he intended for Baldur*
(Specialk7770) " i can go put this thing right back where i find it, or go throw it in the bay... or better yet; I can go to that pleasant alter lady that approached me earlier. she said she'd pay double."
(Moj'kar) "No! Oblivion take you! Talisman is MINE! not Psytha! take your Blood Money, you imperial Dog!
(specialk7770) "i just knew you could be reasonable Moj'kar."
*Moj'kar places large coffer of Gold septims on table, and Baldur produces a dark ebony disc with bright pulsating runes on it; and idly tosses it at the Khajiit.*
(moj'kar)"You stupid imperials are all the sa-"
*baldur didnt let him finish, he'd already gotten out of the door before the "Khat" could finish. He didn't care what Moj'kar had to say. The potion That he bought from that Alchemist did its job and neutralized the poison in the ale.*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Baldur was born the only son to Tiberious Gallus. Tiberious' was born to an old family, one who had its roots in the founding of the empire. According to legend Jullian Gallus was a battle companion to Tiber Septim, and even saved his life in numerous battles. Or so Baldur was told all his life. The Gallus family was very well connected and rich. Tiberious served in Tullious' legion as a captain (or centurion), and fought in many battles during the war. The civil war is where he met Baldur's Mother. Baldur's mother was Freya Black-Wing. Freya, was a stormcloak, and hated the imperials. She saw them as merciless invaders. Her unit excelled at ambushing and harrying legion scouts, patrols and caravans. her shield brothers and her came upon a legion scouting party. the ambush was in her favor. untill a dragon attacked. soon she found herself back to back with the legion captain; both their men dead. they managed to slay the beast, but freya was badly burned. The legion captain dragged her through the widerness back to his camp where he vouched for her and had the mages heal her. the burns where mostly healed, but she wouldnt fight again. she found a different side to the imperials in Tiberious' eyes, and fell in love with him. after the war, Tiberious and Freya returned to Kvatch and were married.
Baldur spent his childhood in both Cyrodil and Skyrim learning the hunt, fighting, warfare, mathematics, astronomy, and other higher learnings. at 18 he joined the legion, like his father did. He served with distinction in morrowind during the Argonia Skrmishes when he lead his Cohort out of a ambush that killed his legate and most other senior officers. he was made centurion, given command of the 10th cohort of the 3rd legion and posted in Hammerfel. during the siege of the legion headquarters in hammerfel, Baldur staged a surprise counter offensive from the rear of the attacking aldmeri army and personally killed a ranking aldmeri wizard and captured the army's general. during that battle, the alder struck anvil and obliterated the 7th legion. Baldur was give honors and sent to the imperial city for tribute and to be elevated to legate, one of the youngest at 25. The emperor planned to reform the 7th, and give him command. his orders: take anvil back. Baldur Knew the elves were planning on sitting behind the walls and let him wittle away his men on a siege. so he marched for hammerfel, and sailed along the coast and landed in anvil's port under the cover of a nightly fog. the 7th legion slaughtered the aldmeri at Anvil. Baldur had reputation. he was loved and honored by the legions; a living hero, and hated and feared among the aldmeri. as the war went on, the empire began to degrade rapidly and a traitor leaked troop movements. Baldur had been sent to skyrim to ensure a secure north. The Dominion seized the opportunity to finally eliminate him. Aldmeri agents convinced nord dissidents, breton and dunmer allies, and small regiments of aldmeri soldiers to ambushed the legion in its camp outside of winterhold. The aldmeri used old tensions in winterhold. The jarl shut gate and and didnt send aid as the cries from the camp were heard all night. the 7th fought to the last man, and Baldur was captured and shipped off to Alinor. however a fleet from anvil intercepted the small dominion fleet and rescued Baldur. A tortured and beaten Baldur was brought before the weak remnants of what was left of the elder council. They blamed him for the loss of a entire legion and banished him from the empire. he fled to Argonia. It was hear he learned of the great immigration to Akavir. He sold his legate's cuirass for passage. he decided to lose himself in tang'mo. and find himself, who he really was. because all he ever knew was loyalty to the legion. a legion he had failed.

*skooma kills*

**Out of Character**
IGN: william3677Age: 15
How did you find us? Well, I was looking for some minecraft RP servers when I came across your trailer on youtube. I've always loved The Elder Scrolls universe and minecraft, and thought that the two together would be amazing.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I also play on Uthrandir Universe, I have also played on Lord of the Craft and Mythic Ages.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information in RP that your character wouldn't know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when your way over powerful, say your a regular citizen, you can't just suddenly go blow up the world hurling fireballs. Your character wouldn't know how to use magic, let alone have enough magicka/mana etc to cast that much of it.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is essentially being a god in roleplay, such as you run into a burning house and pull someone's character out. You should do 'I attempt to pull them out' rather than, 'I pull them out' as that would be something they did not consent to or be carried by your character out of a burning building. Who knows, maybe they even wanted to kill off their character and that's how they wanted to go about it.

**In Character**
Name: Aura Nightheart
Nickname: (Optional): Aura
Age: 87
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Aura usually wears a brown/green cloak that covers his eyes, he prefers not to tell anyone what he used to be... He has dark green eyes, a very young appearance, and more...
Personality: His personality varies, depending on his mood that day. Sometimes he's hyper, sometimes cheerful. Most of the time he's happy, though he can become sad very quickly.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog):
Aura Nightheart glares at the man in front of him, not in a good mood. "Hello..." he mutters in a quiet voice.
Arnir says: "Hi! Who are you?"
Aura Nightheart says: "I'll reveal my name and face to those I trust. Not those who come up to me asking who I am."
Arnir says: "Okay, jeez, I was just asking!"Aura Nightheart says: "Goodbye then..."
*As he steps out of the clearing, leaves on the opposite side of the space rustle suddenly. Arnir turns pale, and you wonder...what could be there?*
*Aura Nightheart unsheathes his sword, looking around, a fireball already being summoned in his hand, "Show yourselves!" he calls out into the woods.*
*The bandits emerge, running at Aura swinging swords and daggers.**Aura dodges the first sword swing to the head, but gets a nick from a dagger he didn't notice. He stabbed his sword through their leaders stomach, and pulled it out and stepped away. He threw the fireball at the others and they fled. "Bandits. Not dangerous...at least, these ones weren't." He says, looking back at Arnir before sheathing his sword and walking out.*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Aura Nightheart was born in the land of a Ashurnia, a place you've never heard of. It was on the continent of Damaethia, on an entirely seperate universe. You see, he was a firebird. A demon had thrown him and his friends through a time rift, where he appeared in the troubled lands of Northern Caerundal. In these lands, he met a dark angel called Kiara Nightheart who took him in as a familiar. They were all so nice...Kaltorin, Yami, Maverik, Cynthia, Renakai, Orenten, Thunderheart. He remembered, supressing a shudder of pain. He couldn't think about those things...not now, not in this land....Thunderheart and Northern Caerundal seemed dead to him, he hardly knew if Thunder was still alive, yet he hoped for it to be true. Somewhere.
The Shadow, king of demons, had struck down their family and turned Aura into a Wood Elf, or Bosmer, before his life force could escape. Now, with an almost always depressed feeling, and being annoyed at being a humanoid, he was thrown through another time rift. This one made him appear in the lands of Akavir. Following this transformation, he had donned the appearance of a traveler, and seemingly became one. He didn't really have a home anymore, not have Northern Caerundal. He slept under bushes, fought for survival in this new world... The real question was, What am I, and where am I? Thus began the adventures of Aura Nightheart, in the lands of Akavir.
Also, I need to tell you something really important! Skooma kills, so don't go near i- Why are you going over there, I just said it kills you! Stop eating that, no, come back, don't run out the door with it! . . . Oh well.

OOC:
IGN:Deathmaker56
Age:15
What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir? Several Minecraft serious roleplay servers mostly pertaining to the lores of skyrim since that is what i am most interested in
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using outside knowledge to force your hand on another character (i.e.) Dion Stabs Grayson (how it should be) Dion attempts to stab grayson
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming is basically when your character becomes basically a god-Like Figure or when you influence other characters without permission
(ex. Dion Trips Grayson.) (How it should be: Dion Attempts to Trip Grayson)
Define God-Modding in your words: God modding is when your character becomes invincible or does things that are generally impossible for that type of character (ex. Dion begins to fly and breath fire without the use of magic.)



IC:
Name:Dion Rydell
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:20
Gender:M
Race:Imperial
Appearance:Dion is a well-Built Man, he is 6' on the dot, lush brown hair that is no longer than his shoulders, he proudly wears a scar on his right cheek from an brief tussle with a pack wolves. You can also notice the tracings of a small beard. He has a pair of sky blue eyes. He always carries arround his trophy wolf pelt around his head and shoulders. His calloused hands are the hands of a working man.
Personality:Dion is a kind gentle man, he is playful but knows when to be serious, he also knows how to hold a grudge! He loves to work. Being young he also loves to party and get into trouble. A lot. A born leader Dion loves to help make plans and get things in motion, he is no king or ruler of anything but he could lead a small group of men to battle and lead them with confidence. Through his time in akavir he has become a better skilled warrior and also much stealthier.
Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters: "I can't let you get away with this brother!" Shouted Dion "You have no say in what i can or can't do! You lost that right when you walked out on us! After Father died!" Screamed Grayson in retaliation. In a fiery burst of rage Grayson lunged at Dion with his Iron Shortsword However Dion who was newly trained in the art of the sword quickly dodge the attack, in force of habit he nearly countered the attack with a slash at the head. But this was still his brother so he stoped his hand, he needed to reason with his brother, not kill him. "Grayson, please, Stop this! You are blinded by your rage!" Dion tried "No! You aren't allowed to tell me what to do anymore! Never again!" Shouted Grayson and then again He lunged at his brother, and again the attack was dodge, however this time Grayson swung back after the lunge and he sliced Dion side, not deeply but noticebly. "Ah! Grayson stop! I don't want to fight you!"...
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)Born 5th day of SecondSeed. He came from a family of Merchants. The Business was passed from father to son in the Rydell Family, usually the eldest son. Their family traveled a lot, looking for a new place to trade, they've been all over the world, Skyrim, Morrowind, and finally they looked towards Akavir. Dion was born on a boat outside of akavir but he grew up safely in a small house isolated from the rest of the village where he grew up, in Akavir. His child hood was a bit rough, he was a bit of a trouble maker. From stealing bread from the bakery to pick pocketing small change off of the unsuspecting people. But he was good natured. To make up for his bad deeds he helped around his village and the house, like giving food to the poor or doing work for free.
He wasn't the most popular in his school he made a couple good friends. When he graduated he got a small note from a teacher telling him he should use his speech skills to become a trader. Just as he thought, his future was set in front of him, working for a decent earning as a merchant, maybe build a few houses, settle down some place. Meet a nice girl start a family in a nice quiet place. But Dion doesn't want any of that, he doesn't like being a merchant, it's too boring. He doesn't wan't a nice quiet house. He wants to live in the big city! So now that he is all grown-up he has decided to take a journey and see the rest of akavir. Looking for the 3 main things of a good life: love,money, and beer. He travel all of akavir until he is confident he has seen all he needs to. Then he'll talk to his father about not wanting to carry on the family buisness.
How your character survived Akavir: (Read "How to Survive" above) When the Disasters hit Dion was back in Tamriel helping his father with the trading buisness. When his trade ship did not return from akavir a couple of days later he assumed something terrible had happened. he had been in Tamriel for a couple of weeks and is now on his way home.

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**Out of Character**

IGN: DondreKhan

Age: 23

How did you find us? Minecraft Forums

What Roleplay experience do you have?

I'm still fairly new to RP'ing on Minecraft; but I've role-played in games all throughout different times in my life. I've gotten out of acting on stage but I use to commit to the theater quite a bit. When I broke into the MMO scene with WoW Beta I began to make my most active part of the game be roleplaying within the community. It's been a while since I've gotten into another RP'ing experience that had me hooked, but I have high hopes for this server.

Define Meta-gaming in your words:

Meta-gaming is the act of using outside "In-character or story" knowledge to further one's character gain/appeal/power in designated game or RP community. Meta-gaming is frowned upon many serious RP'ers by the fact that it allows one to ruin the setting or living story, that is created when people roleplay with limitations in place.

Define Power-gaming in your words:

The term Power-gaming can take on many forms across many different gaming platforms. In a roleplaying community/game, Power-gaming is the act of personal character gain that is achieved by breaking rules by the community or exploiting game mechanics. This method is treated as being defiant of the rules or breaking the spirit of the game. It's a state which your character is over-powered and/or will commit acts that influence other players that breaks the rules (i.e. "Donreyth grabs Jimmy by the throat, he throws Jimmy into a tree which breaks his back, Jimmy tries to speak but Donreyth casts a silence spell on him" Jimmy also being another player / RPer, has had his experience ruined.)

Define God-Modding in your words:

God-Modding is enabling or having abilities that are considered "god-like" or "over-powered" for a player's character in a roleplaying community or game.



**In Character**

Name: Donreyth

Nickname: (Optional) Don

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)

Appearance:

Average build for a Dunmer. Angled cheeks and jawbone, that he tries to disguise with a raggy beard. His hair is long and unkempt that he ties back in a bun with an ancestral heirloom. Wears silks and velvet when he can, otherwise he wears his family's traditional bonemold armor given to him by his uncle before leaving for Akavir.

Personality:

Very laid back, the years of drinking and skooma in his youth have mellowed out his mood. He is still known to have quite the temper now and then, especially when he drinks. Don usually goes along with the majority, he has a hard time standing up for a cause if no one will stand by him.

In-game RP example: (Include dialog)

As Donreyth opens his eyes from a cold stupor, he feels a sudden jerk in his spine and rolls over to wretch out onto the streets. The town watch patrolling come over to him, they block his vision of the sun. They appear as blackened figures in the harsh outline of their spiked bonemold armor.

Guard: Well, look what a mess you've made Don, I take it someone better clean this up and since its your mess..

Donreyth rolls back over on his back in the pain from nausea.

Donreyth: Let the ash and sand wash it away, 'cause it will soon wash out this whole stinking city.

Guard: You N'wah! (The guard smashes his foot down into Donreyth's stomach), to hear the ­ out of your mouth! It's no one's guess your being exiled by your own family.


Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)

Donreyth was born and raised in the mainland of Morrowind, in the city of Narsis. He is the 3rd and youngest child of his family. Donreyth's family was closely tied with House Hlaalu and Imperial politics, Don can remember the countless extravagant parties his family threw for Hlaalu councilmen and Imperial dignitaries. The opulent lifestyle perpetrated by his family eventually began to disgust Donreyth in his years of becoming a man and he grew more distant from them.

The night that turned Donreyth into the age of 20, would be the same time he would discover his love for creating. After his rousing party was shut down and the birthday boy himself thrown out of the bar, Donreyth sauntered the streets of Narsis, drunk and alone. The thought of heading back to his home or his friends didn't interest him, he just wanted to walk the paths he would always take as a child. But the streets had changed, it wasn't the same as back then. He became sick and dizzy after realizing the fact he is now older and the world is changing around him. Narsis, like any major Dunmer city, is filled with brawling, drinking, and the very likely chance you will be robbed if not prepared at night. Two shadow shrouded figures carefully watched the young drunk on his captivating walk.

In a split second, your life can change drastically without knowing; events can be set in motion outside your realm of knowledge until fate has deemed you worthy of understanding its plan. The two shapes sprang forth from the alleys into the lamp lit street. Donreyth only heard the muffled patter of their shoes before he turned and was struck up the backside of his head with a club. When fighting a drunk and this not meaning someone who drinks, but rather one who is a full drunk, you must take into account all the variables. Donreyth hit the floor, but the strong drink Sujamma wouldn't let its imbiber go down without a fight.

The thieves thought the hard part was over, for their victim was out cold, lifeless to be exact; one of them mentioned something about hitting too hard and the possiblity of murder. Soon, Donreyth knew he had to wait a little longer. Hands gripped his shoulders and Donreyth flung around bellowing rage filled shouts. The startled thief lost his grip and was thrown backwards from a quick headbutt. The unharmed thief began to tackle Donreyth but soon found his head locked in place and was lifted up. The drop was high and hard enough to stun the thief and leave him in pain on the ground. The first thief who attacked Don, produced his club in front of him.

The more the drunken dark elf fought, the more anger filled him. The standing thief's pose filled the drunken dark elf with rage and adrenaline as he rushed forward. One hand seized the club the other lifted a dagger from it's hiding place and was sunk into the chest of the thief. The second thief got up to his knees from the streets and was suddenly sent on his back again; he couldn't move or breathe. The thief felt a pang of pain in his neck, he reached up to it to find his warm slippery blood spilled forth. Donreyth looked upon the faces of the men he had just murdered, the one on the ground with his throat open wore a face of dismay and shock. The other who had taken the blade to the chest wore a look of contempt with his eyes closed.

"Study those faces of the dead", spoken from a rasp voice behind Donreyth, "The face can tell you many things, these faces still speak after death, they tell us of the quickness that can change and end a life." this coming from a very tall Altmer who began to approach.

"Your face shares something with those you've murdered, it's fear." said the strange Altmer. Donreyth was scared, he was unsure of what would happen next, this strange high elf with an eerie voice did nothing to make this ordeal easier for Don. Just as Donreyth was opening his mouth his speech was cut off by the enigma before him, "Look closer at the bodies, they look rather well dressed for common street thugs" Donreyth closely inspected the body of the man with the slit throat, his heart sank and a stillness that the dead poessessed filled Donreyth's mind.

The face of the murdered thief was a man Donreyth knew, a son of a rival family that was always butting heads with Donreyth's family for the favor from House Hlaalu. The rival son also attended Donreyth's party earlier that night, it was the son's intention to possibly ease the tension between the two families; but he was spurned and ridiculed by Donreyth and his drunken friends. To murder a commoner who attempts to rob you is one thing to the officials, but to murder a son of a family your at odds with arouses much suspicion.

The altmer walked up behind Donreyth and with his raspy voice introduced himself, "I am called Qorwin, Your father hired me. He was wise to do so, I do not speak out of boast or pride but with the experience that I am the best in my line of work." Qorwin went on explaining he was the head of a small elite mercenary company. The company took on only high profile jobs that would required certain expertise, why they took an interest in protecting a brat from a political family was soon solved when Qorwin asked Donreyth to join his group. When Donreyth asked why, Qorwin explained "I could tell from your posture and how you interact when drunk, that you are indeed a fighter and I currently need someone with a high standing in House Hlaalu; but more simply put, I see potential in you just as my master saw potential in me".

"Your at a crossroads in your life Donreyth" Qorwin added as he dragged one of the bodies out of street, "You cannot return to your old life: you either now return to your family and peers as a murderer, I'll explain to the authorities what had happened and let them sort it out, or, you come with me and I bring you into a new life". Donreyth knew his answer already but he still delayed his response. Others were beginning to approach and Donreyth knew the night's events were slowly changing how he would live the rest of his life.

"I'll go" the phrase was mumbled by Donreyth, even though there was an eagerness inside him about the idea he still has to leave behind his family and friends to embrace a new way of living, one that is filled with hardships and death.

From this event Donreyth went on too become Qorwin's companion and guide to the city of Narsis, Qorwin told Donreyth of a job that required his company to move to Akavir, and for Donreyth to play the role of a Hlaalu councilman visiting the settlement of Thanefall. The lands of Akavir had changed and the Tamrielic settlements had been abandoned, more money was needed to start funding the expeditions again. House Hlaalu was always one to seize new business opportunity but no councilman would ever risk his life in such a forsaken land. Enter Qorwin and his company and Donreyth posing as a high Hlaalu official to visit and procure trade agreements with the new settlements of Akavir.

Something else about the job didn't add up to Donreyth, Qorwin was a master of blades and magic and his crew were all well seasoned veterans. Sending them for such a job as establishing trade rights and routes, seemed below their line of work; this puzzled Donreyth but there was nothing he could do for now but enjoy the voyage to Akavir.

"Skooma Kills"

**Out of Character**
IGN:lucolas01
Age:18
How did you find us?:minecraft forums
What Roleplay experience do you have?: I rped for a while on rise of kings and other less serious rp servers
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using information gained out of character in character
Define Power-gaming in your words: performing actions arbitrarily (you win no matter what)
Define God-Modding in your words: I have only ever heard this term a few times, as far as I know it means the same as power-gaming


**In Character**
Name :Lucan Briss
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:25
Gender :male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Slightly taller then average height, thin build, red hair, slightly paler skin then most
Personality: compassionate to those in need, regardless of weather or not he likes them. no stranger to combat but he leans toward the role of the healer when he is fighting with others
In-game RP example:
*Lucan slowly pushes open the door of the inn as smoke from the fire wafts out into his face. pushing past the stench of drunk nords and spilled mead he walks over to the innkeeper *
Lucan: Excuse me, but do you happen to have a room availible
Inkeeper: I do, it'll cost ya 15 gold to spend the night
Lucan: 15 eh? how's 10 sound.
Inkeeper: well we don't get too many visitors here so fine 10 gold for the night.
*Lucan follows the inkeeper upstairs where he is lead to a small room typical of such a establishment*
Innkeeper: Here's yer room, if ya need anything just pull that cord next ta the bed.
Background:

Lucan was born long after the time of the dragon born, to Farees and Iliya Briss. For the first few years of his life he lived in High Rock with his parents. A few weeks before his 8th birthday his father was pressed into the Imperial Legion as a battle-mage and his mother was left to raise him alone. The next few years of his life where spent traveling about High Rock with his mother as she struggled to support them. On a dark and cool night they passed a camp of bandits, but as they slunk closer they saw nothing but the corpses of the marauders and one lone man digging a hole near one of the tents. Iliya then revealed something Lucan had never seen before, magic. She launched a spike of ice toward the man hitting him square in the back, he died within moments. Going over to the pit he was digging they found a large chest filled to bursting with gold and jewels. Using this new found wealth Iliya sent Lucan to Winterhold to study as a mage, though she would come to visit him every few months. While at the collage Lucan learned much about magic dabbling briefly in each school until he began seriously studying conjuration and restoration magic. After several years he got in trouble with the locals for conjuring a flame atronach in town that accidentally set one of the houses on fire.

Ashamed that he had caused such a mess for the collage Lucan, now in his mid twenties, took a carriage to Dawnstar and boarded a ship for Akivir. what he will find there is another matter entirely

Ideal_Logic's Application

**Out of Character**
IGN:
Ideal_Logic
Age:
19
How did you find us?
Through a Google search of "Skyrim Minecraft Server" after seeing the potentials of Skyrim/Elder Scroll oriented plugins on other servers.
What Role-play experience do you have?
I have played on other role play servers for other games, such as Dark RP on Garry's Mod, and have sufficient knowledge to understand, follow, and respect traditions of online role-playing.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using communication or information outside of a RP scenarios to give you an advantage within mentioned RP scenario (i.e. A friend tells you about the thief behind you after he is already dead over Skype).
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Using certain RP actions unfairly giving you a sense of power from it (i.e. "Ulfric cuts off Tullius's head" would be power-gaming, but "Ulfric swings his axe at Tullius's neck" or "Ulfric attempts to behead Tullius" would not be).
Define God-Modding in your words:
Using backstory or a character description to give yourself an overly unfair advantage over everyone else (i.e. my character is the manifestation of a god and cannot be killed, or my character has been cursed with a magical spell that kills all attackers instantly).


**In Character**
Name:
Hjolfrin Bladehunter
Nickname (Optional):
N/A
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nord
Appearance:
Tall and medium build, with semi-long brown hair, and mixed colored eyes from a magic incident when he was a young adult. Commonly dresses in hooded garments matching with the color of his environment, boots, pants, and black leather pads on his elbows and knees with custom forged metal caps made by his father.
Personality:
Calm, dexterous, friendly, and kind. He tries to avoid conflict with others at all costs to be a social recluse unless someone is in need. Enjoys learning of acknowledgement of his good deeds, whether they know he did it or not.
He also takes a lot of his spare time brushing up on magic and fighting. Practicing with short swords and small weapons, and his bow. He has almost completely created a fighting style uniqe of all the others. Making use of hit and run strategies and quick and precise shots, ending any conflict quick and quietly, and with little time to react.
As for his hobbies, he likes to tinker with things, be something as simple as a bow, or as complicated as a dwemer automaton. He aims to bring Tamriel to the advanced technologies that the dwemer created.
In-game RP example (Include dialog):
Hjolfrin dodges the vertically swung axe by jumping to his left while pulling his hand back to pull ouot an arrow from his quiver.
Bandit pulls up his axe and let's out a roaring battle cry to intimidate his enemy.
Hjolfrin is used to the scenario from hunting when bears would roar towards him, and he remains calm and pulls his arrow out.
Bandit charges at Hjolfrin, axe about to swinging left and right.
Hjolfrin fires his arrows towards the bandit's legs while dipping down out of the axes way.
Bandit takes the arrow to the... left shin, and drops to a knee.
Hjolfrin runs to the wounded merchant at his broken carriage.
Hjolfrin: C'mon, we need to get you to a healer or a doctor.
Merchant: But my carraige... It has all my goods. It's practically my store!
Hjolfrin: What's more important, replaceable merchandise, or your irreplaceable life?
Merchant nods.
Hjolfrin picks the merchant up to his feat, and helps him limp towards the village.
Bandit gets onto his feet and begins to chase them.
Hjolfrin: Hold on for just a second.
Hjolfrin eases the merchant against his carraige, then he turns towards the bandit, quickly yankying out a small knife and throwing it at the bandit's leg.
Bandit tries to dodge, but with his bad leg is unsuccessful and his other leg is hit with the knife, and he drops to his hands and knees.
Hjolfrin picks the merchant back up and they limp towards the village again.
Background (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir):
Hjolfrin Volkot's father was a nordic blacksmith and a lumber jack, working hard to help rebuild what was lost during the Great War. Hjolfrin's mother was a beautiful and timid Nord, who was raised by Bretons when she was founded by Bretons migrating into Skyrim. She learned how to use magic from them, but not being of Breton blood, was unable to truly use powerful spells, unable to cast out burning flames 10 feet out, but instead light simple candle flames from her fingers. She focused on the destruction and alteration schools and dabbled in illusion.
Hjolfrin was born and raised in Falkreath, becoming a hunter, and in a way the local enforcement, stopping traveling thieves and bandits whenever they tried their luck, often already caught before the town guard found them. During his hunter sessions, Hjolfrin would find lots of interesting things, such as the ruins of an old Dark Brotherhood sanctuary.
Upon exploring the Brotherhood sanctuary, he found old and rusted imperial swords dating back to the civil war. It was so dark, he casts out a Magelight spell, shooting a ball of light forward. He finds an old dagger made from a mix of steel and ebony parts.
He casts Magelight a few more times, lighting up the ruins. Unfortunately, due to his lack of magic experience, he casts it wrong and it shoots forward, and then shoots straight towards himself, and it hits him square in the chest. It appeared to have had no affect, but later he would find out it had amplified his magic abilities.
After coming back from a hunting session, bringing in 3 venison for his family and some of the others in Falkreath, he learns of his father's demise from old age. Upon going through his father's belongings afterwards, he finds and old letter regarding property of his dad's found in Akavir. A sword crafted in his father's forge, and the best one he ever made. It became a family heirloom but was stolen long ago, when Hjolfrin was only a boy. Hjolfrin, supported by his mother and people of Falkreath all pitched in and paid for his voyage to Akavir to recover his father's sword. And so his journey begins...

Skooma Kills

RP-Craft Forums Application Thread

**Out of Character**
IGN: TryHardCrafters
Age:12, but I'm mature for my age.
How did you find us? MC Forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? Not much, I think this is my first time!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using knowledge from the forums, Skype, etc to change your in game decisions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is basically being unkillable and making weird and random acts. Like killing random people for fun.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-modding is pretty much like power-gaming. It's using god stuff that makes you invincible and burst down an enemy in 2 hits.


**In Character**
Name: Connor Smith
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 19
Gender: M
Race: Half Nord, Half Breton
Appearance: 6 foot tall with messy dark hair. He wears a wolf leather/fur hoodie with steel pauldrons, crafted by his father. Hanging around his neck was an obsidian necklace made from his Breton mother.
Personality: Connor can be short tempered at times, but very chill. He loves hanging around with his friend going to Ruins and hunting for food. He's very protective over his loved ones.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)

Connor knocks on the mahogany door on his family's house from an 8 month adventure.
As his dad was a well known blacksmith who was very busy crafting armour for the hold's small army, his mom Rachel opened the door and hugged him saying " I missed you so much! You must be very hungry ". Connor said " Yeah, I'm starving. What did you make? It smells great!". Rachel said " Venison stew, I just made it for you. ", " Awesome, thanks Mom." Connor replied starvingly. After dinner Connor went to his room and emptied his pack and took a quick bath before his father came home. When Connor finished dressing his Father knocked on the door. His father, Dave was a handsome Nord with a ruffled beard and bright blue eyes with a booming voice. "Hey Dad, I missed you! I got you some Dwarven Metal ingots from my adventures, I thought you would find it useful for your forge.". "Dwarven technology is truly the greatest and magnificent. But tell me about your trip." But Connor was very exhausted and replied, " I'll tell you tomorrow morning dad. I'm very tired as of now. " Connor was looking forward to meeting his relatives later that day, but for now he went to his bed and was soon fast asleep.
(Sorry if this isn't good, It's my first time )


Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)

Connor and his parents moved to Akavir when the Great War ended for a fresh start, as many of Connor's relatives were killed in combat at the Great War. Additionally Rachel and Dave also hated the bitter cold weather of Skyrim and power hungry Jarls. So they set off for Akavir. Dave resumes his job as a Blacksmith and Rachel as a tutor for enchanting. About 3 years in Akavir, they thought that Akavir was a great place to have a child. So after 12 months, Connor was born on July 21st. Connor grew up to be an only child and adventurous. Mostly out hunting or exploring with his friends. When Connor was 18 he found a Runeblade in an Akavirian Ruin which had metal and enchantments which were unknown to his parents. One night he was tinkering around with the blade, inside the handle was a note saying " We found you, Adventurer " So Connor asked his friend if he wanted to go to find the meaning of the note with him. The Adventure begins.

Thanks for reading

**Out of Character**
IGN:evildrgero
Age:16
How did you find us?youtube
What Roleplay experience do you have?not much
Define Meta-gaming in your words: i have no clue
Define Power-gaming in your words: no clue
Define God-Modding in your words: making your character invincible


**In Character**
Name: Chaos Gero
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:16
Gender:male
Race:Tang Mo
Appearance:reddish brown fur
Personality: noble heroic
In-game RP example: (what does this mean)?
Background: I am a exile noble of the tang mo for being framed of murder of my older brother who was heir. i was born in akavir. i travel mostly alone untill someone needs my help. I have no home for I am looking for a cause to live. I beckon for adventure and I only imagine of figuring out who took me away from my family. The only sense of revenge ive had my whole life. My father is king of a tribe my older brother heir to the throne was killed and my two younger brothers were jealous of us both. Our blood traces from tiber septim who later became talos. he liked his women exotic i guess.