OOC- IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC): ZincAzN
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity): Thirteen years of age.
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.): I have done different types of RP, most specifically, Half-Life 2 Roleplay.
Why do you wish to join?: I wish to join because I would love to get back into the swing of roleplaying once again.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring my experience in roleplaying to the server, along with my slight creativity. Mostly my RP experience, but that's probably all I can give you.
Is English your first language?: Affirmative.
--- ICC- Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Rozas Milazzo
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here): 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.)
He seems to be at around 6'3, with a slight limp on his left foot. He has dark hair, nearly black, and it's styled and shaved into a crew-cut style. His eyes look black, but they are a grey-ish color in the light. He wears leather gloves, a white undershirt and a heavy dyed leather jacket. There is a sheathe where a sword is supposed to go, but it's torn up. He dons dark leather pants, and they're tucked into his leather boots, along with a sheathe where a knife looks like it's supposed to go. Around his neck is a wooden necklace, strung with a dyed wool string, with an onyx inset into the necklace.
Personality: (Same as above)
He speaks in a dark tone, as if always expecting the worst. He attempts to be a bit brighter, but always comes off as a pessimistic person. His motives and style of working is relatively cheerful, however. He gets really aggravated quite easily around people who seem and act like they are incompetent.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Before the absolute collapse of his homeworld, he lived around the coastline, moving along by himself, with his meager gear, his skinning knife, a metal rod, and a box filled with scraps of wood. His parents abandoned him once he turned thirteen years old, leaving him by himself, along with the aforementioned belongings before him. He would carve weaponry with his knife out of bones, but then leaves them on the ground after he's done with them. He would use a spear made out of a bone to catch his food, for example, pull out the weapon, and leave it as he skins and eats the animal. He once found a shining object in the wilderness, and it appeared to be a hastily crafted wooden necklace, with an onyx inset. He took this for himself, and went along, wearing it for the rest of his journey around the world This would happen for a good ten years.
Once his homeworld collapsed, and as the world slowly decomposed into nothingness, he ran to the most important looking city that was within running distance, and he ran right into the portal, tossed into the new realm that awaited him.
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IGN: nofear818
Age: 17
Previous RP Experience: I do a few role playing server non of this sort but will deffinately have fun in this one. I do more prison server type role play.
Why do you wish to join?: Played the tutorial and love the concept
What can you bring to the server?: A positive outlook, and help to those who need it, I'm also a great builder in any architectural realms
Is English your first language?: Si Yes
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Name: Cameron
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: My character is a gruff young man who has clearly worked hard his whole life, he had callused hands and the face of a hard worker, he isn't a dirty man but isn't afraid to get dirty. Also his clothes are fairly worn but not unusable.
Personality: May seem nice but not the sort of person to mess around with. Also has a very stern look and comes across as a hard person to break. He is the kind of man that when meeting a stranger he has to know him for longer to be able to trust him even a little. A few words to describe this tough young man may be; tough, gruff, distrusting, ambitious, and brave.
Background Story: Cameron is an enforcer from Aurelia traveling to and from lands trying to find his place, he hopes that Iriliath will help him know who he is and take that anger of constantly being betrayed from his previous tribes away. Cameron works as a builder on his off time but also mines for ore for his fellow tribes up until they desert him with nothing left but his emotions and ambitions. He believes his real place is being a law enforcer of some sorts but being a fellow tribe member at the same time, by helping people with there ambitions such as building a home or digging a well. His betrayal is hard on him but he will get by and keep serving people in his newly found tribe.
OOC- IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC): ZincAzN
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity): Thirteen years of age.
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.): I have done different types of RP, most specifically, Half-Life 2 Roleplay.
Why do you wish to join?: I wish to join because I would love to get back into the swing of roleplaying once again.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring my experience in roleplaying to the server, along with my slight creativity. Mostly my RP experience, but that's probably all I can give you.
Is English your first language?: Affirmative.
--- ICC- Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Rozas Milazzo
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here): 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.)
He seems to be at around 6'3, with a slight limp on his left foot. He has dark hair, nearly black, and it's styled and shaved into a crew-cut style. His eyes look black, but they are a grey-ish color in the light. He wears leather gloves, a white undershirt and a heavy dyed leather jacket. There is a sheathe where a sword is supposed to go, but it's torn up. He dons dark leather pants, and they're tucked into his leather boots, along with a sheathe where a knife looks like it's supposed to go. Around his neck is a wooden necklace, strung with a dyed wool string, with an onyx inset into the necklace.
Personality: (Same as above)
He speaks in a dark tone, as if always expecting the worst. He attempts to be a bit brighter, but always comes off as a pessimistic person. His motives and style of working is relatively cheerful, however. He gets really aggravated quite easily around people who seem and act like they are incompetent.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Before the absolute collapse of his homeworld, he lived around the coastline, moving along by himself, with his meager gear, his skinning knife, a metal rod, and a box filled with scraps of wood. His parents abandoned him once he turned thirteen years old, leaving him by himself, along with the aforementioned belongings before him. He would carve weaponry with his knife out of bones, but then leaves them on the ground after he's done with them. He would use a spear made out of a bone to catch his food, for example, pull out the weapon, and leave it as he skins and eats the animal. He once found a shining object in the wilderness, and it appeared to be a hastily crafted wooden necklace, with an onyx inset. He took this for himself, and went along, wearing it for the rest of his journey around the world This would happen for a good ten years.
Once his homeworld collapsed, and as the world slowly decomposed into nothingness, he walked into one of many open portals during the chaos, and all of his belongings besides his clothing disappeared. He stumbles out, alone and confused. Not more so than usual though.
Your application is PENDING
Unfortunately I cannot accept you yet, just fix the fact that there were more than one portal, there was only one in the capitol city, once you've fixed that you're Good To Go!
OOC-
IGN: nofear818
Age: 17
Previous RP Experience: I do a few role playing server non of this sort but will deffinately have fun in this one. I do more prison server type role play.
Why do you wish to join?: Played the tutorial and love the concept
What can you bring to the server?: A positive outlook, and help to those who need it, I'm also a great builder in any architectural realms
Is English your first language?: Si Yes
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Name: Cameron
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: My character is a gruff young man who has clearly worked hard his whole life, he had callused hands and the face of a hard worker, he isn't a dirty man but isn't afraid to get dirty. Also his clothes are fairly worn but not unusable. Cameron finds himself in the grum of Aurelia and plans to change this and take on a new appearance, one that will show the world who he really is and what kind of man he is.
Personality: May seem nice but not the sort of person to mess around with. Also has a very stern look and comes across as a hard person to break. He is the kind of man that when meeting a stranger he has to know him for longer to be able to trust him even a little. A few words to describe this tough young man may be; tough, gruff, distrusting, ambitious, and brave.
Background Story: Cameron is an enforcer from Aurelia traveling to and from lands trying to find his place, he hopes that Iriliath will help him know who he is and take that anger of constantly being betrayed from his previous tribes away. The Golden age was tough on him, and having to travel through that portal may have been what was best for him, it was a new start a fresh beginning. It was a large change for not only him but everyone, going from a metropolis of a civilization to an ancient ruin like landscape, but he is determined to find answers and build his ancient ground to a working civilization. Cameron works as a builder on his off time but also mines for ore for his fellow tribes up until they desert him with nothing left but his emotions and ambitions. Aurelia seemed like just a memory now and he didn't want to come to grips with what he left behind but feels this is what he has to deal with now. He believes his real place is being a law enforcer of some sorts but being a fellow tribe member at the same time, by helping people with there ambitions such as building a home or digging a well. His betrayal is hard on him but he will get by and keep serving people in his newly found tribe.
OOC- IGN: ELETRODE96 Age: 18 Previous RP Experience: a few medival servers, and prison servers. Why do you wish to join?: to kind of change it up, and see what another kind of RP server is like. What can you bring to the server?: Im not too sure yet, but I am decent when it comes to building and redstoning, if needed. I will help with any projects you need help with too!
--- ICC- Name: Patrick "Shifty" Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Shifty has a facemask, which covers almost all of it. He wears a leaf green shirt, and a pair of pants, and mocosins. He has brown hair, and a mohawk. Also, a scar on each of his arms.
Personality: Shifty is a hard worker, and is always wlling to help those who need it. He has a hard time trusting people, and does not talk to often, but if he does start to trust you, holy crap, he'll talk your ear off. He is a fairly smart guy, and is in good shape.
Background Story: When Patrick was a child he was always getting into a problem. He would constantly run off, and do what he thought was right, even though most of it wasn't. As he got older, Patrick learned to how to fish, hunt, and how to make weapons. He learned a great deal from his father, and uncle. They were the reason he learned so much stuff, and how to defend himself. Patrick would alway be different around his uncle and father though, he trusted them two the most, he did not trust his mother as much as he did his father and uncle. So over the years he got the nickname shifty for how he would change his personality from layed back and talkative with his fath and uncle, to quiet and self consious when he was around his mother.
One day, when Patrick when Patricks father was just beginning to teach him how to make a shield, they both heard Patricks mother scream from their hut. They rushed to the hut only to see her laying on the ground. Patricks stomach turned and he left the hut, and his father followed. Then from one of the trees a masked man snuck up behind Patrick's father and stabbed him, Patrick heard him scream from the pain, and ran toward the man and his father. Patrick drew out his sword and fought the masked man, after a few minutes of fighting, Patrick landed a good blow to the mans chest, knocking him to the ground. Patrick walked up to the man, unmasked him, and went to make the final blow, but next thing he knew the man pulled out two small daggers, and stabbed Patrick in both his arms, and the man got up and ran for his life. Patrick passed out, and when he woke up his uncle was treating his wounds, patrick sat up and saw both his parents covered by a white cloth. Emotion over came him, and realized the only one he had left was his uncle. Once he was cleaned up, patrick stood up and took the mans mask, and put it on. He walked into his hut, and grabbed one of his fathers favorite swords, and some bread. He then said good bye to his uncle and ran off back into the woods, noone saw him again until he recently popped up in the new world, trying to survive.
I suggest you re-think your background story. Let's think logically. Who will speak to a 400 year old corpse? While I am unsure at this time, there are probably issues with being 400, especially regarding the whole 'A certain amount of realism is required here' thing. You really want to powergame a character who can't die? You don't just 'wake up' in Iriliath. Read the lore.
1st, this isn't a flame, just my reasoning behind my decisions on why I applied in this way.
With magic, people can live for a very long time, the jungle is very likely 50 times as old as Jex, so what separates men from plants?
I never said he couldn't die, he died as a skeleton. It's just the connection to magic that re-awakens him to explain the respawn mechanic.
No, you don't just wake up in Iriliath and it would not be likely that his corpse would be teleported, more so that someone moved it to a burial ground in the jungle which had jungle magic, bringing him back to life.
My problem with other 14 year olds? Hell, have you seen my locker bay? I don't think everyone at this age is immature and stupid, but a fair number is.
All in all, I haven't seen any reasoning for the respawn mechanic anywhere so I thought that would be nice to add it in. My backstory requires a degree of logic used at the time of reading to understand why those things happened (although I could have had more detail in where he woke up), you probably just skimmed over it, I forgive you, you are probably a busy man/woman.
I also think the reason for my reason to join was lacking is because those were literally the only reasons for me wanting to join.
If you still want to deny me, I'm fine with that, I can just do some RP on MCME with Tolkien fans.
Thanks, Jex the Pedantic
P.S. I am a very pedantic person so if I see something overlooked it annoys me.
OOC- IGN: ELETRODE96 Age: 18 Previous RP Experience: a few medival servers, and prison servers. Why do you wish to join?: to kind of change it up, and see what another kind of RP server is like. What can you bring to the server?: Im not too sure yet, but I am decent when it comes to building and redstoning, if needed. I will help with any projects you need help with too!
--- ICC- Name: Patrick "Shifty" Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Shifty has a facemask, which covers almost all of it. He wears a leaf green shirt, and a pair of pants, and mocosins. He has brown hair, and a mohawk. Also, a scar on each of his arms.
Personality: Shifty is a hard worker, and is always wlling to help those who need it. He has a hard time trusting people, and does not talk to often, but if he does start to trust you, holy crap, he'll talk your ear off. He is a fairly smart guy, and is in good shape.
Background Story: When Patrick was a child he was always getting into a problem. He would constantly run off, and do what he thought was right, even though most of it wasn't. As he got older, Patrick learned to how to fish, hunt, and how to make weapons. He learned a great deal from his father, and uncle. They were the reason he learned so much stuff, and how to defend himself. Patrick would alway be different around his uncle and father though, he trusted them two the most, he did not trust his mother as much as he did his father and uncle. So over the years he got the nickname shifty for how he would change his personality from layed back and talkative with his fath and uncle, to quiet and self consious when he was around his mother.
One day, when Patrick when Patricks father was just beginning to teach him how to make a shield, they both heard Patricks mother scream from their hut. They rushed to the hut only to see her laying on the ground. Patricks stomach turned and he left the hut, and his father followed. Then from one of the trees a masked man snuck up behind Patrick's father and stabbed him, Patrick heard him scream from the pain, and ran toward the man and his father. Patrick drew out his sword and fought the masked man, after a few minutes of fighting, Patrick landed a good blow to the mans chest, knocking him to the ground. Patrick walked up to the man, unmasked him, and went to make the final blow, but next thing he knew the man pulled out two small daggers, and stabbed Patrick in both his arms, and the man got up and ran for his life. Patrick passed out, and when he woke up his uncle was treating his wounds, patrick sat up and saw both his parents covered by a white cloth. Emotion over came him, and realized the only one he had left was his uncle. Once he was cleaned up, patrick stood up and took the mans mask, and put it on. He walked into his hut, and grabbed one of his fathers favorite swords, and some bread. He then said good bye to his uncle and ran off back into the woods, noone saw him again until he recently popped up in the new world, trying to survive.
OOC-
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dino31
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 13
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences). I have never played an RP server on minecraft but I have played DarkRP on GMOD
why do you wish to join: I love RP servers and want to play them as much as possible. I also want to get a bit more experience on minecraft RP servers so that hopefully my app well be accepted in other minecraft RP servers.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring another face and personality to the world of Iriliath and hopefully bring some more drama and tension to the server’s atmosphere for my and hopefully other people’s enjoyment.
Is English your first language?: yes
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Leif Strainson
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 14
Gender: male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) I look like a young teen with dark purple robes. Wears broken ripped up shoes and a necklace that belonged to my Mother.
Personality: (Same as above) my personality is friendly but with trust issues. I get very angry at any hostile mobs especially Enderman, I'm also very friendly once I get to know you, and when someone is in trouble I well do anything in my power to make sure their safe. I get really happy when I see any passive mobs and am always on the hunt for a saddle and carrot to ride my Pig into battle. At night I get very lonely because 90% of the time I am alone and because of that I’m not very used to communicating with people anymore making me really socially awkward.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) He lost my parents during the fall of Aurelia. He thinks they might be out there somewhere looking for him even though the chances of them still being alive are phenomenal he still believes he can find them somewhere in Iriliath. Later he had a dream about them being lost somewhere deep in a jungle and decided it was a prophecy to find and be reunited with his parents who hopefully were alive. After coming to Iriliath he met some of the spirits and wondered if he could trust them. It took the spirits a little while to convince him that they were indeed trustworthy and after that he roamed out into the world. After roaming for a while he met a man and the man asked Leif if he was the kid that two young parents were looking for. After hearing that Leif was happier than he had been in months and was now 100% sure that his parents were out there somewhere looking for him as much as he was looking for them.
OOC-
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dino31
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 13
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences). I have never played an RP server on minecraft but I have played DarkRP on GMOD
why do you wish to join: I love RP servers and want to play them as much as possible. I also want to get a bit more experience on minecraft RP servers so that hopefully my app well be accepted in other minecraft RP servers.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring another face and personality to the world of Iriliath and hopefully bring some more drama and tension to the server’s atmosphere for my and hopefully other people’s enjoyment.
Is English your first language?: yes
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Leif Strainson
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 14
Gender: male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) I look like a young teen with dark purple robes. Wears broken ripped up shoes and a necklace that belonged to my Mother.
Personality: (Same as above) my personality is friendly but with trust issues. I get very angry at any hostile mobs especially Enderman, I'm also very friendly once I get to know you, and when someone is in trouble I well do anything in my power to make sure their safe. I get really happy when I see any passive mobs and am always on the hunt for a saddle and carrot to ride my Pig into battle. At night I get very lonely because 90% of the time I am alone and because of that I’m not very used to communicating with people anymore making me really socially awkward.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) He lost my parents during the fall of Aurelia. He thinks they might be out there somewhere looking for him even though the chances of them still being alive are phenomenal he still believes he can find them somewhere in Iriliath. Later he had a dream about them being lost somewhere deep in a jungle and decided it was a prophecy to find and be reunited with his parents who hopefully were alive. After coming to Iriliath he met some of the spirits and wondered if he could trust them. It took the spirits a little while to convince him that they were indeed trustworthy and after that he roamed out into the world. After roaming for a while he met a man and the man asked Leif if he was the kid that two young parents were looking for. After hearing that Leif was happier than he had been in months and was now 100% sure that his parents were out there somewhere looking for him as much as he was looking for them.
cmon third times the charm oh BABEH
Sorry, your application remains DENIED
This is because of the tense in your backstory, another major issue is that you involve minecraft mobs, a lot of MCRPers have a hard time understanding that roleplaying does not mean Endermen and Creepers, Skeletons, Zombies, it is your imagination. The spirits would also not try to convince your for their trust, you would just be smite-d 1000 times and be left as a pile of gored ashes.
OOC- IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) Dynadin
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 24
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) Nothing Minecraft related, but many RP games over the course of my life.
Why do you wish to join?: Minecraft has become dull for me, lacking substance. I think an RP server will bring the interest I am looking for.
What can you bring to the server?: Another player. Another individual to interact with.
Is English your first language?: Yes
--- ICC- Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Dynadin
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.)
Middling build, fairly muscled but only due to the toil of daily life. 5' 10 in height. Short dark brown hair but scruffy, who bothers to make a comb in a forest? Most of the time he wears a brown hood, not to cover his face but to protect against the forest (will explain in background.) His clothing is simple, leather jerkin, leather boots, leather trousers. The is no embellishment, just practical and easy to hide in.
Personality: (Same as above)
Honourable. This sums up his personality. He is not afraid to do what has to be done, but if there is another way avoiding violence he will try to find it. He likes to help those in need, innocent until proven guilty. He will not associate with those that lack honour, those who kill for the sake of killing. Everything done has to have a reason.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Born of the forest. It is a term Dynadin heard a lot during his travels. It contained fancy thoughts and wild speculation. A child born with wolves. A child saved by the spirits living in their domain. A child who was half spirit. A child who was actually a spirit in human form. It was nothing so absurd. When Dynadin was a child he was abandoned. He did not know what happened to his true parents. Apparently an animal attack or an angered spirit, it did not matter. What did matter is that he was found by a hermit. A kind old man who lived alone, preferring the company of animals to humans. With his care and company Dynadin grew into adolescence, learning how to move in the forest, taking care to leave it as undisturbed as possible. Living with the animals. A stereotypical story for a stereotypical person. So boring and mundane that people felt the need to invent his past. Only one think marked him out, his hood. He never took down if possible.
The story of his hood also caused fancy thought. A magic hood. It could make him see spirits, no, it could make him walk through walls, commune with the void, no, it made him immortal. With the hood he could not die. In truth, Dynadin's hood was just that, a hood. Nothing more nothing less. The reason he wore it so was dated back to the age of thirteen. He had felt the need to explore, the need to investigate the forest. Like any thirteen year old he felt himself to be immortal. One day he found a cave. Could there be treasure, hidden magic he had been told about, the portal to another world? Unthinking he entered. What there was were spiders. Many spiders. Small poisonous spiders. Dangerous spiders. Dynadin ran when he found out. Brushed them from his clothes, dived into a small pool of water to drown and kill them. He thought he was safe. He laughed. Then he felt the bite, a tiny little pinch at the back of his neck.
The next he knew happened over a month later. He opened his eyes to the ruins where his adopted father lived. The old man never told him what had happened. All he knew was the old man had found him, brought him home, and saved his life. When he asked, the old man merely mumbled about potions and poultices to draw out the poison. What it had done was leave a large circular scar where the spider had bitten, and left the deep embedded fear of anything going down his neck. From then on he wore the hood.
As he grew he faced his fears. Dark caves, spiders, abandonment. One by one he conquered them. The last being the hardest. One day he headed back to his home after hunting. The catch had not been good. He knew the old man would mutter under his breath that he could have done better, that Dynadin would never truly learn how to move with the forest. But this time the old man was silent, and deathly still. Dynadin sat with him through the night, never leaving his side. The man he called his father, the man who had saved his life and given him a name, given him a reason for living, never saw another sunrise.
It took a long time to still the grief. It never left him but he learnt to live with it, and live with the feeling of being the only person in the world. He ended up travelling. Never stopping, moving from place to place. He met people on his journeys. Both nice and nasty. From helping him to beating him and taking all he had accumulated or made. He never stayed amongst people long, the rumours of his past driving him away. Over time he began to weary of his life, wanting to build a home once more, a place he could return to at the end of the day. And this is where the story ends, or rather begins. His journeys through the endless forests. Looking for a place to call home.
Your application is ACCEPTED
It is good, the grammar is correct- for the most part, but one thing I want you to revise before you begin Roleplay, make sure you've read the lore, reread it, and make sure you know what happened to Aurelia, and clarify if you were from Iriliath or Aurelia.
OOC-
IGN: CabooseA259
Age: 18
Previous RP Experience: I’ve played on several roleplaying severs, most of which I don’t remember the names of because it’s been a few months since I’ve played.
Why do you wish to join?: Having taken a break from Minecraft, I’m eager to get back on and enjoy roleplaying. I enjoy being submerged in a characters background.
What can you bring to the server?: Experience in both roleplay and character building and hopefully a different type of character.
Is English your first language?: Yess, I’m from England after all.
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Name: Bronn Cadre
Age: 32
Gender: Male Appearance: Standing around 6ft4 tall, Bronn is a slim looking man to the eye, but is unexpectedly strong. He has a wolfish face, quite sharp. His hair is dark brown, about neck length and looks rather unkempt. He has a beard a moustache, bordering the length of long stubble. He wears a small chest plate of chainmail with a quilted leather vest over. When out traveling he wears a long, leather coat. He has a small scar under his right eye. To many females he would be what you would consider handsome.
Personality: He is slow to trust people, finding it hard to make close friends. Though sometimes aggressive, he will often think things through, whether it be in battle or other more social situations. He is a clever man, though he may not appear it, able to out-wit people, from bandits to lords. When he does speak, he has a very persuasive manner about him. Now, Bronn is trying to be a helpful man somewhat charitable, he wants to give everybody a fair chance, unless he believes they have done wrong.
Background Story: Bronn’s parents were a pair of outlaws, his mother dying during childbirth, he was raised up by only his father. He grew up as part of a group of people that would steal, kill and rape to get what they want. From a young age Bronn was remarkably bright and knew what he, his father and the group were doing was very wrong, but he was born into this and felt he had to do it as he had no place elsewhere. As a young adult, he was an exceptional swordsman and respected member of this band of outlaws. Though he regretted it, he too partook in the raids and murders committed by the outlaws and for whatever reason, his father was proud.
The outlaws had a big raid planned. The house of a wealthy nobleman, they all knew it would be difficult, but they didn’t know just how difficult. It seemed the nobleman had foreseen this raid and hired mercenaries to protect his land. During the raid the band of outlaws was broken, many died including Bronn’s father. Bronn was left for dead by the outlaws with a sever injury to his leg. He thought this was justice, this was punishment for the crimes he had committed. He believed this until the earth shook and the sky lit up. He saw the portal, the blinding light almost spoke to him, and he saw this as a chance for redemption, to ‘cleanse his soul’. After a short prayer, Bronn entered the portal to start a new life as a religious man and leave his sins behind.
Welcome to Iriliath, your application is ACCEPTED
On a condition, this character is quite overpowered, having both high intelligence, strength AND good combat skills, you're going to have to dumb one or two of these down in roleplay.
Previous RP Experience: Not much involving Minecraft, but I run a weekly Dungeons & Dragons game as the Dungeon Master with a few close friends. I've played on other servers with role-playing elements (mostly reserved to special events and clan structure) and I really enjoyed how it blended with Minecraft's endless potential.
Why do you wish to join?: I've played Minecraft on-and-off since beta and I love the interaction and sense of community that comes with playing on a server. Iriliath seems to have a rich lore, beautiful landscape, and an active staff that keeps the game fun and engaging.
What can you bring to the server?: While it's a bit of a hollow boast in a game like Minecraft, I've been called an excellent self motivated builder. I love participating in large group projects, whether they're built around architecture, story telling, or something else entirely.
Is English your first language?: Yes, and I speak a bit of German on the side.
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Name: Kalkennar Age: 49 Gender: Male Appearance: Kalkennar is a lean man with a plain and stern face. He wears his dark brown hair short and neat, and he is often unshaven, his beard peppered with the gray that comes with experience. He often wears modest colors, sticking to grays and browns, but knows how to blend in with society when it's required of him. In the world of Iriliath, he learns to stick to more natural colors to hide from the dangers of the jungle.
Personality: Kalkennar is a serious and stubborn man. He upholds a personal code of honor and justice in a world filled with scholars and hedonists who have become accustomed to the luxuries provided by magic. He couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction the day the magical core destabilized.
This satisfaction was quickly replaced with buried guilt and responsibility when he saw the ruins of those who emerged before him. Now he tries to serve as a protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
Even though he found a new sense of nobility, Kalkennar still maintains his gruff exterior. He neither dissembles nor flatters, and frowns upon those who do.
Background Story: Kalkennar was a lowborn man of Aurelia, born to a family that barely had a name to call their own. He grew up scurrying through the slums of various cities. In his youth he found various employment, serving briefly as a blacksmith, sailor, and guardsman. In his adulthood he found stability in the military, serving several years before honorably ending his service. His hard work and time in the military allowed him to clamber out of the slums, but he soon found himself surrounded by lazy nobles and eccentric sorcerers.
Kalkennar took a dim view on magic, as it was power gained without any sort of sacrifice or work. He began drifting through life. Now that he had risen above his humble birth, there was no place for him. Smiths were not needed when tools were not needed. Magic was used everywhere, and Kalkennar grew more bitter by the day. This bitterness gave way to depression, as Kalkennar felt like a man born in a time that had no use for him.
During this depression, Kalkennar started to attend social events, digging himself deeper into the society that so casually tossed him and his kind aside in favor of convenience. During a particularly ridiculous masquerade, Kalkennar was drifting through a conversation with a prominent mage as the man stuffed himself with hors d'oeuvres. He was spouting something about a portal to a new world, and the complexity of the magical spells required, and not being too modest about his own involvement in the difficult process. The night ended with Kalkennar helping a stumbling magus home. All the while the overly-saturated wizard continued to spout gibberish about this portal.
It was the dawn after this lavish party when the portal shattered the core of Aurelia. Disaster struck all around him as Kalkennar was torn from sleep. Buildings collapsed, streets crumbled, and people screamed as the magical energies that wove through everything began to erupt. Kalkennar grasped at the only hope in sight and dashed to the portal. The world was ending and all he had left was the drunken babblings of a magus.
These babblings proved truthful though, and a mass exodus was underway by the time Kalkennar arrived. He saw his place in life before him once more, and entered the portal. He found himself tumbling through the void for what felt like an eternity before finally emerging deep within the living jungles Iriliath.
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IGN: KevSsStar
Age: 15
Previous RP Experience: I played on 3 servers about a year ago. One was called Nonunis, and I don't remember the rest. I played along with the lore and roleplay, but as my life got busy, I took a break. I'm excited to join another server again!
Why do you wish to join?: I have some free time with summer coming soon and the tribal theme gives a new look to roleplay.
What can you bring to the server?: I can add a lot of interesting roleplay and can participate whenever! I take pride in my buildings so I won't make any eye sores.
Is English your first language?: Yes, I also speak a little German.
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Name: Otieno (Means: "Born in the evening" in Swahili)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Otieno is 5 feet, 9 inches tall. He often wears his tattered leather pieces. Otieno is dirty and never takes care of himself, so his naturally pale skin, is often a dirty shade of brown. His brown hair and brown eyes make him a bit, devious looking and often scary.
Personality: Otieno keeps to himself and is often scared away by people. He farms at his house in the forest and sells his crops and leather when he needs money. He tends to eves drop and sneak up on people but never engage them. Otieno is a mystery to everyone that encounters him....
Background Story: Otieno was born into a family of agriculture. His parents and grandparents farmed cattle and grew wheat for money. Otieno was never really talented when it came to farming. He always forgot to plant the seeds after hoeing the soil or he never watered his crops. He was never good at taking care of anything, not even himself. His family always critisized him for this. When his parents grow ill, he would have to take over the farm and continue the legacy. When Aurelia corrupted, he knew there was only one thing to do. He jumped into the portal of Iriliath. Otieno left his family behind... On purpose. He didn't want to become a farmer he hated it. So, he left his family behind to die on their farm as Aurelia was being taken over by bad magic and spirits. When Otieno landed in Iriliath, he was in a time period of ruins and run down villages. He quickly settled himself down in a luscious forest and greenery and lives there now doing what he's been trying to get away from his whole life, farming. Otieno hides in his small cottage in the forest all day and night and rarely leaves. Otieno keeps to himself and does not like people. He is misunderstood by many.
Previous RP Experience: Not much involving Minecraft, but I run a weekly Dungeons & Dragons game as the Dungeon Master with a few close friends. I've played on other servers with role-playing elements (mostly reserved to special events and clan structure) and I really enjoyed how it blended with Minecraft's endless potential.
Why do you wish to join?: I've played Minecraft on-and-off since beta and I love the interaction and sense of community that comes with playing on a server. Iriliath seems to have a rich lore, beautiful landscape, and an active staff that keeps the game fun and engaging.
What can you bring to the server?: While it's a bit of a hollow boast in a game like Minecraft, I've been called an excellent self motivated builder. I love participating in large group projects, whether they're built around architecture, story telling, or something else entirely.
Is English your first language?: Yes, and I speak a bit of German on the side.
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Name: Kalkennar Age: 49 Gender: Male Appearance: Kalkennar is a lean man with a plain and stern face. He has brown hair and eyes, and a scruffy beard peppered with gray.
Personality: Kalkennar is a serious and stubborn man. He upholds a personal code of honor and justice in a world filled with scholars and hedonists who have become accustomed to the luxuries provided by magic. He couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction the day the magical core destabilized.
This satisfaction was quickly replaced with buried guilt and responsibility when he saw the ruins of those who emerged before him. Now he tries to serve as a protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
Even though he found a new sense of nobility, Kalkennar still maintains his gruff exterior. He neither dissembles nor flatters, and frowns upon those who do.
Background Story: Kalkennar was a lowborn man of Aurelia, born to a family that barely had a name to call their own. He grew up scurrying through the slums of various cities. In his youth he found various employment, serving briefly as a blacksmith, sailor, and guardsman. In his adulthood he found stability in the military, serving several years before honorably ending his service. His hard work and time in the military allowed him to clamber out of the slums, but he soon found himself surrounded by lazy nobles and eccentric sorcerers.
Kalkennar took a dim view on magic, as it was power gained without any sort of sacrifice or work. He began drifting through life. Now that he had risen above his humble birth, there was no place for him. Smiths were not needed when tools were not needed. Magic was used everywhere, and Kalkennar grew more bitter by the day. This bitterness gave way to depression, as Kalkennar felt like a man born in a time that had no use for him.
But then disaster struck. The core of Aurelia was ruptured and Kalkennar's world literally fell to pieces around him. He found himself tumbling through the void for what felt like an eternity before finally emerging deep within the living jungles Iriliath.
Your application is PENDING
I have faith in you, so extend your appearance and backstory, and you're good to go!
OOC- IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) NinjaLukeI Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 13 Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) Kingdom of Aeonis (Macabre knows of this server), LOTC, Why do you wish to join?: I've been looking for a ton of roleplay servers to go on as of boredom so I found Iriliath and I'm quite interested. What can you bring to the server?: Searching on minecraftforum. Is English your first language?: Yes.
--- ICC- Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Ix (don't know if there's a char on LoL with the name Ix) Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 23 Gender: Male Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.): His hair is charcoal black, his eyes are blue and his ears are quite long. His not got too many muscles but he is good with a dagger and is a rogue type. Personality: (Same as above) Very sneaky, he has a silver tongue, an adept disguise master and a sly man overall. Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another): The bar was noisy, men were brawling and gambling. Men were singing sea shanties and playing games of cards. Ix sat in the corner of the bar, drinking ale. He watched everyone, thinking how vunerable these men were. He went up to the bar. "One more ale Miss." He said picking out a silver coin out of his pocket. The woman at the bar got him a mug of ale and he paid the woman. She stayed silent. He tried to take the mug of ale from the bar table. She was holding the mug and he couldn't take get a grasp on it. He put more strength into it to try and took the mug of ale from her hands. She screamed "Ow! Rape! He's trying to rape me!" All the men in the bar looked at Ix and walked towards him threatingly. "What you tryna' do to this lady eh?" One said. "She's my gal, don't you try and touch her!" another said. One threw a punch at Ix's stomach. He fell to the ground. He stood up, a bit winded. Someone threw another punch at him and evaded it this time expecting it. He then countered with a floor-sweep. Men came and attacked Ix, punches landed on his body, he landed some punches on other bodies. 5 Bodies were down on the floor and he had to get out. As he saw more men coming towards him, he threw the mug of ale up into the air to distract the men. They all looked up and as it dropped to the floor he was out of the bar. He rushed to his house and packed up his stuff. He didn't know where he could go and how he could go but he knew he had to leave. He packed up the stuff he needed and left the house and headed for the docks. There was a boat, about to leave. "This boat is heading to Iriliath! All aboard!" The Captain shouted. Ix listened and thought about getting unto that ship, when he heard a mob of angry men running towards him. He got on the boat and it left. The boat left and he was on his way. Then he found himself on an island.
This application is DENIED
Sorry, reread the lore, boats did not go to Iriliath, also touch up your appearance.
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IGN: KevSsStar
Age: 15
Previous RP Experience: I played on 3 servers about a year ago. One was called Nonunis, and I don't remember the rest. I played along with the lore and roleplay, but as my life got busy, I took a break. I'm excited to join another server again!
Why do you wish to join?: I have some free time with summer coming soon and the tribal theme gives a new look to roleplay.
What can you bring to the server?: I can add a lot of interesting roleplay and can participate whenever! I take pride in my buildings so I won't make any eye sores.
Is English your first language?: Yes, I also speak a little German.
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Name: Otieno (Means: "Born in the evening" in Swahili)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Otieno is 5 feet, 9 inches tall. He often wears his tattered leather pieces. Otieno is dirty and never takes care of himself, so his naturally pale skin, is often a dirty shade of brown. His brown hair and brown eyes make him a bit, devious looking and often scary.
Personality: Otieno keeps to himself and is often scared away by people. He farms at his house in the forest and sells his crops and leather when he needs money. He tends to eves drop and sneak up on people but never engage them. Otieno is a mystery to everyone that encounters him....
Background Story: Otieno was born into a family of agriculture. His parents and grandparents farmed cattle and grew wheat for money. Otieno was never really talented when it came to farming. He always forgot to plant the seeds after hoeing the soil or he never watered his crops. He was never good at taking care of anything, not even himself. His family always critisized him for this. When his parents grow ill, he would have to take over the farm and continue the legacy. When Aurelia corrupted, he knew there was only one thing to do. He jumped into the portal of Iriliath. Otieno left his family behind... On purpose. He didn't want to become a farmer he hated it. So, he left his family behind to die on their farm as Aurelia was being taken over by bad magic and spirits. When Otieno landed in Iriliath, he was in a time period of ruins and run down villages. He quickly settled himself down in a luscious forest and greenery and lives there now doing what he's been trying to get away from his whole life, farming. Otieno hides in his small cottage in the forest all day and night and rarely leaves. Otieno keeps to himself and does not like people. He is misunderstood by many.
This application is DENIED
Try extending your backstory, than you should be fine.
Age: I am 16 years of age. Although I am young, I can guarantee you I am very mature for my age!
Previous RP Experience: I have role played on countless servers: I have counted to about 27 but the problem is that most of them close down or are closed due to lack of money or the server service being too expensive.
Why do you wish to join?: Well, Since my last server closed down due to the owner not having enough money to keep it up (the economy is really taking its toll), I am now looking for other servers to play on.
What can you bring to the server?: Well, I can bring a loyal, hardworking, responsible personality to the server. I have been Moderator and even an Admin on most of the server I play, so I know how to co-operate with moderators and admins to benefit the server for the better. Oh, and I hate floating trees as well.
Is English your first language?: Yes, English is my first language but not my only. I speak Spanish aswell, as a little German. (Beware although: My german is really rusty!)
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ICC- Name: Dagmar ( I have used this name many times before if that is okay)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Phoenix is a smaller male human standing at the height of 5 feet 9 Inches. His weight is average at 155 Pounds. He is not too muscular but he has definition, which makes him around the average. He is alike his peers that he has now outstanding qualities besides his speed. His legs are accustomed to running alot, and his hips are narrow. His shoulders are a little more broader than his hips but only by an inch or maybe two. On his left leg he has a birth mark the shape of the country of Italy, and on his chest he has a single slash scar across his chest, but most do not see it because he takes great efforts to hide it from others. He obtained this scar from an explosion of magica so it does have a slight glow to it, much like an red hot ether is flowing in and from it. His hair is dark brown like a dark coffee brown, he wears his hair up in the front and down in the back that gives it a wave-like appearance. Most of the time it is messy and frantic, but when he finds the time, he can comb it to make it look a little sleek, but still pretty messy. His nose is small and the bridge of the nose very narrow. Freckles are spread quite densely over the nose but they are hardly noticeable since they seem to match the color of his skin. His eyes are brown-green much like leaves in the fall. They are a little bigger than average but not by much. His ears and mouth are average much like you would expect of the average human. Overall, Phoenix is very alike to his peers, nothing catches you eye too much and he looks quite normal.
Personality: Phoenix has the personality of a mule, stubborn and ignorant, although from his past experiences his trying to become more open-minded and knowledgeable but it is taking a longer than he has expected to change. Much like a mule however he is a hard worker, and loyal to those above him, he knows that someday he may make it to the top and he will expect the same attitude from those under him. His has learned a lot from his past experiences such as not to trust those who can prove themselves to be so. He has a deep interest in discovering the world around hims and how it works, and his loves to tinker with machines and to practice his magic.
Background Story: Phoenix was born in Aurelia, he lived under a roof with his Brother whom he had to take care of since as long as he can remember. Their parents died in accident that he still to this day has no idea what has happened to them, One day they seemed to just... vanish. On the day the core of the planet broke was assisting his housemates inside his group home. He was cleaning the broiler but then the world shook with a force greater than the force of a thousand suns. He grabbed his brother who was sleeping at the time and rushed outside. He and his brother ran to the city to find help. He ran through the gates as fast as he possibly could, he ran with all of his might, his strength, his will, knowing that he must do whatever he could to survive. Then he was there standing a midst destruction and chaos itself, in the middle of the plaza. All around him there was fire and panic, the building where flooding out people, everyone was destined to get to the capital building of the city. There, they saw many people funneling into a large rock structure formed from magic that was as corrupt as the Gods who had brought them this fate as fast as they possibly could. People were trampling over each other ignorant to the need of other to get through this quantum doorway, eager to survive and make it to the other side It was like watching animals stampede into the only place of safety they could find. Enforcement were trying to organize the crowds into an organized line, telling them it would be more efficient and they would all get though faster, but no one listened. As he was standing there in the midst of the chaos an explosion had gone off and hurdled through a wall of a nearby building. It was the world it was collapsing around them. He had been one of the few to survive an explosion from the core. At the moment although he was more worried about the gash and scar it had left on his chest. He quickly realized that now, that moment, was the worst time to think about himself, he had to care for his brother who had been lost in the crowds. He found his brother struggling under a piece of lumber that had fell on him. In one solid motion he lifted the lumber off of him and picked up his brother and quickly ran through the portal, and then... Nothing... It seemed as if he had been sleeping for an eternity. A quiet slumber that would last for ages, but it all happened so fast, much like the experience of a comatose of a sort. He was quickly and suddenly pulled from the steady peace of this slumber and fell into the lands. He traveled to a land he had never seen before, and his memories seem clouded to the point where he still cannot remember the name of his own brother. He still searches this new land hoping that one day he ease his memory, and find the mysteries of his past.
Thanks for reading the paragraph and my story! I am greatly appreciative.!
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IGN: Jarkul12
Age: 14
Previous RP Experience: I've been on 2 medeival rp servers and one colonial :3
Why do you wish to join?:I would like to try something new because its been a while
What can you bring to the server?: hopefully good rp
Is English your first language?: yes
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Name: Candace
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Candace wears a fancy,poofy white and light blue dress to match her blue eyes,with a white pearl necklace around we neck.she has matching pearl bracelets and one earring(she lost the other one)and fancy blue shoes.her hair is light brown and very long with curls at the ends.(at this moment, the dress is a bit tattered and muddy XD)
Personality: Candace is as stubborn as a mule and extremely annoying to others.she is very intellectual but ignorant about nature.she tends to judge others and whines nonstop that she "hopes everything is just a dream and that she'll wake up back at her home."
Background Story: Candace lived a very pampered life, very isolated from nature. She was always bombarded with presents and expensive dresses and large toys,she was constantly being spoiled. She lived in a large mansion, a place where she could roam wherever she pleased,and whenever.
She was taught by the best of teachers, At an early age,Candace knew how to read and write, and she learned more.Her parents disconnected her from outside because they believed it was a place for the poor and weak, so Candace grew up like them.
She grew up seeing anyone lesser than her like a disease...she avoided them, Her parents discouraged pets as well,dogs were too wild,cats killed mice and slept all day,horses were crazy and unpredictable.
Finally,at the age of 21,she became the head of the house.pampered even more by maids who do work for her,and then everything changed when she had to go through the portal.She lost everything,all she had to take with her was the current dress she had on.thats it,now lost In a jungle when she had never been in a simple park.
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC): ZincAzN
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity): Thirteen years of age.
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.): I have done different types of RP, most specifically, Half-Life 2 Roleplay.
Why do you wish to join?: I wish to join because I would love to get back into the swing of roleplaying once again.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring my experience in roleplaying to the server, along with my slight creativity. Mostly my RP experience, but that's probably all I can give you.
Is English your first language?: Affirmative.
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Rozas Milazzo
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here): 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.)
He seems to be at around 6'3, with a slight limp on his left foot. He has dark hair, nearly black, and it's styled and shaved into a crew-cut style. His eyes look black, but they are a grey-ish color in the light. He wears leather gloves, a white undershirt and a heavy dyed leather jacket. There is a sheathe where a sword is supposed to go, but it's torn up. He dons dark leather pants, and they're tucked into his leather boots, along with a sheathe where a knife looks like it's supposed to go. Around his neck is a wooden necklace, strung with a dyed wool string, with an onyx inset into the necklace.
Personality: (Same as above)
He speaks in a dark tone, as if always expecting the worst. He attempts to be a bit brighter, but always comes off as a pessimistic person. His motives and style of working is relatively cheerful, however. He gets really aggravated quite easily around people who seem and act like they are incompetent.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Before the absolute collapse of his homeworld, he lived around the coastline, moving along by himself, with his meager gear, his skinning knife, a metal rod, and a box filled with scraps of wood. His parents abandoned him once he turned thirteen years old, leaving him by himself, along with the aforementioned belongings before him. He would carve weaponry with his knife out of bones, but then leaves them on the ground after he's done with them. He would use a spear made out of a bone to catch his food, for example, pull out the weapon, and leave it as he skins and eats the animal. He once found a shining object in the wilderness, and it appeared to be a hastily crafted wooden necklace, with an onyx inset. He took this for himself, and went along, wearing it for the rest of his journey around the world This would happen for a good ten years.
Once his homeworld collapsed, and as the world slowly decomposed into nothingness, he ran to the most important looking city that was within running distance, and he ran right into the portal, tossed into the new realm that awaited him.
just because you're correct doesnt mean you're right
IGN: nofear818
Age: 17
Previous RP Experience: I do a few role playing server non of this sort but will deffinately have fun in this one. I do more prison server type role play.
Why do you wish to join?: Played the tutorial and love the concept
What can you bring to the server?: A positive outlook, and help to those who need it, I'm also a great builder in any architectural realms
Is English your first language?: Si Yes
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Name: Cameron
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: My character is a gruff young man who has clearly worked hard his whole life, he had callused hands and the face of a hard worker, he isn't a dirty man but isn't afraid to get dirty. Also his clothes are fairly worn but not unusable.
Personality: May seem nice but not the sort of person to mess around with. Also has a very stern look and comes across as a hard person to break. He is the kind of man that when meeting a stranger he has to know him for longer to be able to trust him even a little. A few words to describe this tough young man may be; tough, gruff, distrusting, ambitious, and brave.
Background Story: Cameron is an enforcer from Aurelia traveling to and from lands trying to find his place, he hopes that Iriliath will help him know who he is and take that anger of constantly being betrayed from his previous tribes away. Cameron works as a builder on his off time but also mines for ore for his fellow tribes up until they desert him with nothing left but his emotions and ambitions. He believes his real place is being a law enforcer of some sorts but being a fellow tribe member at the same time, by helping people with there ambitions such as building a home or digging a well. His betrayal is hard on him but he will get by and keep serving people in his newly found tribe.
Revised 1X
Your application is PENDING
Unfortunately I cannot accept you yet, just fix the fact that there were more than one portal, there was only one in the capitol city, once you've fixed that you're Good To Go!
IGN: nofear818
Age: 17
Previous RP Experience: I do a few role playing server non of this sort but will deffinately have fun in this one. I do more prison server type role play.
Why do you wish to join?: Played the tutorial and love the concept
What can you bring to the server?: A positive outlook, and help to those who need it, I'm also a great builder in any architectural realms
Is English your first language?: Si Yes
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Name: Cameron
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: My character is a gruff young man who has clearly worked hard his whole life, he had callused hands and the face of a hard worker, he isn't a dirty man but isn't afraid to get dirty. Also his clothes are fairly worn but not unusable. Cameron finds himself in the grum of Aurelia and plans to change this and take on a new appearance, one that will show the world who he really is and what kind of man he is.
Personality: May seem nice but not the sort of person to mess around with. Also has a very stern look and comes across as a hard person to break. He is the kind of man that when meeting a stranger he has to know him for longer to be able to trust him even a little. A few words to describe this tough young man may be; tough, gruff, distrusting, ambitious, and brave.
Background Story: Cameron is an enforcer from Aurelia traveling to and from lands trying to find his place, he hopes that Iriliath will help him know who he is and take that anger of constantly being betrayed from his previous tribes away. The Golden age was tough on him, and having to travel through that portal may have been what was best for him, it was a new start a fresh beginning. It was a large change for not only him but everyone, going from a metropolis of a civilization to an ancient ruin like landscape, but he is determined to find answers and build his ancient ground to a working civilization. Cameron works as a builder on his off time but also mines for ore for his fellow tribes up until they desert him with nothing left but his emotions and ambitions. Aurelia seemed like just a memory now and he didn't want to come to grips with what he left behind but feels this is what he has to deal with now. He believes his real place is being a law enforcer of some sorts but being a fellow tribe member at the same time, by helping people with there ambitions such as building a home or digging a well. His betrayal is hard on him but he will get by and keep serving people in his newly found tribe.
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just because you're correct doesnt mean you're right
IGN: ELETRODE96
Age: 18
Previous RP Experience: a few medival servers, and prison servers.
Why do you wish to join?: to kind of change it up, and see what another kind of RP server is like.
What can you bring to the server?: Im not too sure yet, but I am decent when it comes to building and redstoning, if needed. I will help with any projects you need help with too!
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Name: Patrick "Shifty"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shifty has a facemask, which covers almost all of it. He wears a leaf green shirt, and a pair of pants, and mocosins. He has brown hair, and a mohawk. Also, a scar on each of his arms.
Personality: Shifty is a hard worker, and is always wlling to help those who need it. He has a hard time trusting people, and does not talk to often, but if he does start to trust you, holy crap, he'll talk your ear off. He is a fairly smart guy, and is in good shape.
Background Story: When Patrick was a child he was always getting into a problem. He would constantly run off, and do what he thought was right, even though most of it wasn't. As he got older, Patrick learned to how to fish, hunt, and how to make weapons. He learned a great deal from his father, and uncle. They were the reason he learned so much stuff, and how to defend himself. Patrick would alway be different around his uncle and father though, he trusted them two the most, he did not trust his mother as much as he did his father and uncle. So over the years he got the nickname shifty for how he would change his personality from layed back and talkative with his fath and uncle, to quiet and self consious when he was around his mother.
One day, when Patrick when Patricks father was just beginning to teach him how to make a shield, they both heard Patricks mother scream from their hut. They rushed to the hut only to see her laying on the ground. Patricks stomach turned and he left the hut, and his father followed. Then from one of the trees a masked man snuck up behind Patrick's father and stabbed him, Patrick heard him scream from the pain, and ran toward the man and his father. Patrick drew out his sword and fought the masked man, after a few minutes of fighting, Patrick landed a good blow to the mans chest, knocking him to the ground. Patrick walked up to the man, unmasked him, and went to make the final blow, but next thing he knew the man pulled out two small daggers, and stabbed Patrick in both his arms, and the man got up and ran for his life. Patrick passed out, and when he woke up his uncle was treating his wounds, patrick sat up and saw both his parents covered by a white cloth. Emotion over came him, and realized the only one he had left was his uncle. Once he was cleaned up, patrick stood up and took the mans mask, and put it on. He walked into his hut, and grabbed one of his fathers favorite swords, and some bread. He then said good bye to his uncle and ran off back into the woods, noone saw him again until he recently popped up in the new world, trying to survive.
1st, this isn't a flame, just my reasoning behind my decisions on why I applied in this way.
With magic, people can live for a very long time, the jungle is very likely 50 times as old as Jex, so what separates men from plants?
I never said he couldn't die, he died as a skeleton. It's just the connection to magic that re-awakens him to explain the respawn mechanic.
No, you don't just wake up in Iriliath and it would not be likely that his corpse would be teleported, more so that someone moved it to a burial ground in the jungle which had jungle magic, bringing him back to life.
My problem with other 14 year olds? Hell, have you seen my locker bay? I don't think everyone at this age is immature and stupid, but a fair number is.
All in all, I haven't seen any reasoning for the respawn mechanic anywhere so I thought that would be nice to add it in. My backstory requires a degree of logic used at the time of reading to understand why those things happened (although I could have had more detail in where he woke up), you probably just skimmed over it, I forgive you, you are probably a busy man/woman.
I also think the reason for my reason to join was lacking is because those were literally the only reasons for me wanting to join.
If you still want to deny me, I'm fine with that, I can just do some RP on MCME with Tolkien fans.
Thanks, Jex the Pedantic
P.S. I am a very pedantic person so if I see something overlooked it annoys me.
You are ACCEPTED.
A little Cliche, but it's acceptable, have fun.
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dino31
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 13
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences). I have never played an RP server on minecraft but I have played DarkRP on GMOD
why do you wish to join: I love RP servers and want to play them as much as possible. I also want to get a bit more experience on minecraft RP servers so that hopefully my app well be accepted in other minecraft RP servers.
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring another face and personality to the world of Iriliath and hopefully bring some more drama and tension to the server’s atmosphere for my and hopefully other people’s enjoyment.
Is English your first language?: yes
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Leif Strainson
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 14
Gender: male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) I look like a young teen with dark purple robes. Wears broken ripped up shoes and a necklace that belonged to my Mother.
Personality: (Same as above) my personality is friendly but with trust issues. I get very angry at any hostile mobs especially Enderman, I'm also very friendly once I get to know you, and when someone is in trouble I well do anything in my power to make sure their safe. I get really happy when I see any passive mobs and am always on the hunt for a saddle and carrot to ride my Pig into battle. At night I get very lonely because 90% of the time I am alone and because of that I’m not very used to communicating with people anymore making me really socially awkward.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) He lost my parents during the fall of Aurelia. He thinks they might be out there somewhere looking for him even though the chances of them still being alive are phenomenal he still believes he can find them somewhere in Iriliath. Later he had a dream about them being lost somewhere deep in a jungle and decided it was a prophecy to find and be reunited with his parents who hopefully were alive. After coming to Iriliath he met some of the spirits and wondered if he could trust them. It took the spirits a little while to convince him that they were indeed trustworthy and after that he roamed out into the world. After roaming for a while he met a man and the man asked Leif if he was the kid that two young parents were looking for. After hearing that Leif was happier than he had been in months and was now 100% sure that his parents were out there somewhere looking for him as much as he was looking for them.
cmon third times the charm oh BABEH
Sorry, your application remains DENIED
This is because of the tense in your backstory, another major issue is that you involve minecraft mobs, a lot of MCRPers have a hard time understanding that roleplaying does not mean Endermen and Creepers, Skeletons, Zombies, it is your imagination. The spirits would also not try to convince your for their trust, you would just be smite-d 1000 times and be left as a pile of gored ashes.
Your application is ACCEPTED
It is good, the grammar is correct- for the most part, but one thing I want you to revise before you begin Roleplay, make sure you've read the lore, reread it, and make sure you know what happened to Aurelia, and clarify if you were from Iriliath or Aurelia.
Welcome to Iriliath, your application is ACCEPTED
On a condition, this character is quite overpowered, having both high intelligence, strength AND good combat skills, you're going to have to dumb one or two of these down in roleplay.
ah welll im gonna redo mah background
hopfully 4th time is teh charm
Age: 23
Previous RP Experience: Not much involving Minecraft, but I run a weekly Dungeons & Dragons game as the Dungeon Master with a few close friends. I've played on other servers with role-playing elements (mostly reserved to special events and clan structure) and I really enjoyed how it blended with Minecraft's endless potential.
Why do you wish to join?: I've played Minecraft on-and-off since beta and I love the interaction and sense of community that comes with playing on a server. Iriliath seems to have a rich lore, beautiful landscape, and an active staff that keeps the game fun and engaging.
What can you bring to the server?: While it's a bit of a hollow boast in a game like Minecraft, I've been called an excellent self motivated builder. I love participating in large group projects, whether they're built around architecture, story telling, or something else entirely.
Is English your first language?: Yes, and I speak a bit of German on the side.
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Name: Kalkennar
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kalkennar is a lean man with a plain and stern face. He wears his dark brown hair short and neat, and he is often unshaven, his beard peppered with the gray that comes with experience. He often wears modest colors, sticking to grays and browns, but knows how to blend in with society when it's required of him. In the world of Iriliath, he learns to stick to more natural colors to hide from the dangers of the jungle.
Personality: Kalkennar is a serious and stubborn man. He upholds a personal code of honor and justice in a world filled with scholars and hedonists who have become accustomed to the luxuries provided by magic. He couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction the day the magical core destabilized.
This satisfaction was quickly replaced with buried guilt and responsibility when he saw the ruins of those who emerged before him. Now he tries to serve as a protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
Even though he found a new sense of nobility, Kalkennar still maintains his gruff exterior. He neither dissembles nor flatters, and frowns upon those who do.
Background Story: Kalkennar was a lowborn man of Aurelia, born to a family that barely had a name to call their own. He grew up scurrying through the slums of various cities. In his youth he found various employment, serving briefly as a blacksmith, sailor, and guardsman. In his adulthood he found stability in the military, serving several years before honorably ending his service. His hard work and time in the military allowed him to clamber out of the slums, but he soon found himself surrounded by lazy nobles and eccentric sorcerers.
Kalkennar took a dim view on magic, as it was power gained without any sort of sacrifice or work. He began drifting through life. Now that he had risen above his humble birth, there was no place for him. Smiths were not needed when tools were not needed. Magic was used everywhere, and Kalkennar grew more bitter by the day. This bitterness gave way to depression, as Kalkennar felt like a man born in a time that had no use for him.
During this depression, Kalkennar started to attend social events, digging himself deeper into the society that so casually tossed him and his kind aside in favor of convenience. During a particularly ridiculous masquerade, Kalkennar was drifting through a conversation with a prominent mage as the man stuffed himself with hors d'oeuvres. He was spouting something about a portal to a new world, and the complexity of the magical spells required, and not being too modest about his own involvement in the difficult process. The night ended with Kalkennar helping a stumbling magus home. All the while the overly-saturated wizard continued to spout gibberish about this portal.
It was the dawn after this lavish party when the portal shattered the core of Aurelia. Disaster struck all around him as Kalkennar was torn from sleep. Buildings collapsed, streets crumbled, and people screamed as the magical energies that wove through everything began to erupt. Kalkennar grasped at the only hope in sight and dashed to the portal. The world was ending and all he had left was the drunken babblings of a magus.
These babblings proved truthful though, and a mass exodus was underway by the time Kalkennar arrived. He saw his place in life before him once more, and entered the portal. He found himself tumbling through the void for what felt like an eternity before finally emerging deep within the living jungles Iriliath.
IGN:
KevSsStar
Age:
15
Previous RP Experience:
I played on 3 servers about a year ago. One was called Nonunis, and I don't remember the rest. I played along with the lore and roleplay, but as my life got busy, I took a break. I'm excited to join another server again!
Why do you wish to join?:
I have some free time with summer coming soon and the tribal theme gives a new look to roleplay.
What can you bring to the server?:
I can add a lot of interesting roleplay and can participate whenever! I take pride in my buildings so I won't make any eye sores.
Is English your first language?:
Yes, I also speak a little German.
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Name:
Otieno (Means: "Born in the evening" in Swahili)
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Otieno is 5 feet, 9 inches tall. He often wears his tattered leather pieces. Otieno is dirty and never takes care of himself, so his naturally pale skin, is often a dirty shade of brown. His brown hair and brown eyes make him a bit, devious looking and often scary.
Personality:
Otieno keeps to himself and is often scared away by people. He farms at his house in the forest and sells his crops and leather when he needs money. He tends to eves drop and sneak up on people but never engage them. Otieno is a mystery to everyone that encounters him....
Background Story:
Otieno was born into a family of agriculture. His parents and grandparents farmed cattle and grew wheat for money. Otieno was never really talented when it came to farming. He always forgot to plant the seeds after hoeing the soil or he never watered his crops. He was never good at taking care of anything, not even himself. His family always critisized him for this. When his parents grow ill, he would have to take over the farm and continue the legacy. When Aurelia corrupted, he knew there was only one thing to do. He jumped into the portal of Iriliath. Otieno left his family behind... On purpose. He didn't want to become a farmer he hated it. So, he left his family behind to die on their farm as Aurelia was being taken over by bad magic and spirits. When Otieno landed in Iriliath, he was in a time period of ruins and run down villages. He quickly settled himself down in a luscious forest and greenery and lives there now doing what he's been trying to get away from his whole life, farming. Otieno hides in his small cottage in the forest all day and night and rarely leaves. Otieno keeps to himself and does not like people. He is misunderstood by many.
Your application is PENDING
I have faith in you, so extend your appearance and backstory, and you're good to go!
This application is DENIED
Sorry, reread the lore, boats did not go to Iriliath, also touch up your appearance.
This application is DENIED
Try extending your backstory, than you should be fine.
IGN: panzar (lower case p)
Age: I am 16 years of age. Although I am young, I can guarantee you I am very mature for my age!
Previous RP Experience: I have role played on countless servers: I have counted to about 27 but the problem is that most of them close down or are closed due to lack of money or the server service being too expensive.
Why do you wish to join?: Well, Since my last server closed down due to the owner not having enough money to keep it up (the economy is really taking its toll), I am now looking for other servers to play on.
What can you bring to the server?: Well, I can bring a loyal, hardworking, responsible personality to the server. I have been Moderator and even an Admin on most of the server I play, so I know how to co-operate with moderators and admins to benefit the server for the better. Oh, and I hate floating trees as well.
Is English your first language?: Yes, English is my first language but not my only. I speak Spanish aswell, as a little German. (Beware although: My german is really rusty!)
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Name:
Dagmar ( I have used this name many times before if that is okay)
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Phoenix is a smaller male human standing at the height of 5 feet 9 Inches. His weight is average at 155 Pounds. He is not too muscular but he has definition, which makes him around the average. He is alike his peers that he has now outstanding qualities besides his speed. His legs are accustomed to running alot, and his hips are narrow. His shoulders are a little more broader than his hips but only by an inch or maybe two. On his left leg he has a birth mark the shape of the country of Italy, and on his chest he has a single slash scar across his chest, but most do not see it because he takes great efforts to hide it from others. He obtained this scar from an explosion of magica so it does have a slight glow to it, much like an red hot ether is flowing in and from it. His hair is dark brown like a dark coffee brown, he wears his hair up in the front and down in the back that gives it a wave-like appearance. Most of the time it is messy and frantic, but when he finds the time, he can comb it to make it look a little sleek, but still pretty messy. His nose is small and the bridge of the nose very narrow. Freckles are spread quite densely over the nose but they are hardly noticeable since they seem to match the color of his skin. His eyes are brown-green much like leaves in the fall. They are a little bigger than average but not by much. His ears and mouth are average much like you would expect of the average human. Overall, Phoenix is very alike to his peers, nothing catches you eye too much and he looks quite normal.
Personality: Phoenix has the personality of a mule, stubborn and ignorant, although from his past experiences his trying to become more open-minded and knowledgeable but it is taking a longer than he has expected to change. Much like a mule however he is a hard worker, and loyal to those above him, he knows that someday he may make it to the top and he will expect the same attitude from those under him. His has learned a lot from his past experiences such as not to trust those who can prove themselves to be so. He has a deep interest in discovering the world around hims and how it works, and his loves to tinker with machines and to practice his magic.
Background Story: Phoenix was born in Aurelia, he lived under a roof with his Brother whom he had to take care of since as long as he can remember. Their parents died in accident that he still to this day has no idea what has happened to them, One day they seemed to just... vanish. On the day the core of the planet broke was assisting his housemates inside his group home. He was cleaning the broiler but then the world shook with a force greater than the force of a thousand suns. He grabbed his brother who was sleeping at the time and rushed outside. He and his brother ran to the city to find help. He ran through the gates as fast as he possibly could, he ran with all of his might, his strength, his will, knowing that he must do whatever he could to survive. Then he was there standing a midst destruction and chaos itself, in the middle of the plaza. All around him there was fire and panic, the building where flooding out people, everyone was destined to get to the capital building of the city. There, they saw many people funneling into a large rock structure formed from magic that was as corrupt as the Gods who had brought them this fate as fast as they possibly could. People were trampling over each other ignorant to the need of other to get through this quantum doorway, eager to survive and make it to the other side It was like watching animals stampede into the only place of safety they could find. Enforcement were trying to organize the crowds into an organized line, telling them it would be more efficient and they would all get though faster, but no one listened. As he was standing there in the midst of the chaos an explosion had gone off and hurdled through a wall of a nearby building. It was the world it was collapsing around them. He had been one of the few to survive an explosion from the core. At the moment although he was more worried about the gash and scar it had left on his chest. He quickly realized that now, that moment, was the worst time to think about himself, he had to care for his brother who had been lost in the crowds. He found his brother struggling under a piece of lumber that had fell on him. In one solid motion he lifted the lumber off of him and picked up his brother and quickly ran through the portal, and then... Nothing... It seemed as if he had been sleeping for an eternity. A quiet slumber that would last for ages, but it all happened so fast, much like the experience of a comatose of a sort. He was quickly and suddenly pulled from the steady peace of this slumber and fell into the lands. He traveled to a land he had never seen before, and his memories seem clouded to the point where he still cannot remember the name of his own brother. He still searches this new land hoping that one day he ease his memory, and find the mysteries of his past.
Thanks for reading the paragraph and my story! I am greatly appreciative.!
"I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country."
~Nathan Hale
OOC-
IGN: Jarkul12
Age: 14
Previous RP Experience: I've been on 2 medeival rp servers and one colonial :3
Why do you wish to join?:I would like to try something new because its been a while
What can you bring to the server?: hopefully good rp
Is English your first language?: yes
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Name: Candace
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Candace wears a fancy,poofy white and light blue dress to match her blue eyes,with a white pearl necklace around we neck.she has matching pearl bracelets and one earring(she lost the other one)and fancy blue shoes.her hair is light brown and very long with curls at the ends.(at this moment, the dress is a bit tattered and muddy XD)
Personality: Candace is as stubborn as a mule and extremely annoying to others.she is very intellectual but ignorant about nature.she tends to judge others and whines nonstop that she "hopes everything is just a dream and that she'll wake up back at her home."
Background Story: Candace lived a very pampered life, very isolated from nature. She was always bombarded with presents and expensive dresses and large toys,she was constantly being spoiled. She lived in a large mansion, a place where she could roam wherever she pleased,and whenever.
She was taught by the best of teachers, At an early age,Candace knew how to read and write, and she learned more.Her parents disconnected her from outside because they believed it was a place for the poor and weak, so Candace grew up like them.
She grew up seeing anyone lesser than her like a disease...she avoided them, Her parents discouraged pets as well,dogs were too wild,cats killed mice and slept all day,horses were crazy and unpredictable.
Finally,at the age of 21,she became the head of the house.pampered even more by maids who do work for her,and then everything changed when she had to go through the portal.She lost everything,all she had to take with her was the current dress she had on.thats it,now lost In a jungle when she had never been in a simple park.