The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
9/3/2011
Posts:
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Minecraft:
Lohugo
Member Details
OOC
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to the daggers. An amazing tactician and strategist. Living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh winters of Skyrim. A strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” Nev laughed as the trees whistled with each others jokes.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
Also, no more assassin applications. This is Skyrim, home of the hardy and strong Nords, not the power-gaming-or-not assassins.
Also, assassins are pretty much made to make you feel better about yourself and make yourself seem cool which is in it's entirety, lame. So stop the assassin applications, please.
Thank you!
My continuous bombarding of free bumps will slow down until I find another way to do it again.
Also on a side note: EMG was a culprit way beyond too?
My,my.
I don't get it, deliberately try to ruin a server? Minecraft Variety.
What do you gain from that?
Thank you!
My continuous bombarding of free bumps will slow down until I find another way to do it again.
Also on a side note: EMG was a culprit way beyond too?
My,my.
I don't get it, deliberately try to ruin a server? Minecraft Variety.
What do you gain from that?
Some peoples kids...
And they were planning to do worser but we detected them both.Other one tried to hide himself to strike again in future but we detected em both.
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
Very colorful...but There is 4 types of Elves, Your Rp example needs the boy talking back as well. Denied
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to the daggers. An amazing tactician and strategist. Living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh winters of Skyrim. A strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” Nev laughed as the trees whistled with each others jokes.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
A Very Good app but how does your character get to Skyrim? Denied
I was already accepted, but since Magic is a bit iffy, I have made a backup character.
IC
Name: Edwin Almere
Race: I am Imperial, mostly. However, I have discovered a darker side of my ancestry.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:I am pale, very pale. I have large blue eyes, and I grow thinner by the day. My hair is fading, and I have wrinkly flabs of skin on my neck.
Fears: I fear the future. I know what is coming, a terrible, terrible thing.
Personality: I was once very lighthearted, scholarly, and joyful. However, my ignorance to the surrounding evil has fallen, and I know live in constant horror.
Occupation: I was planning on being a merchant, but now, I see the futility in worldly careers. I have become a nomadic hermit.
Skills: I have only used a sword once. I once received 3rd place in an archery competition.
Nickname (Optional): Eddy
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Edwin: No, no, It cannot be!
Voice: You saw what was in the cave, why deny it?
Edwin: It was a hallucination! I am not one of those things!
Voice: You are, can you feel it? The blood of your brethren in your veins, does it not give you vigor?
Edwin: No, no, I refuse to listen!
Voice: You are one with them, they live to serve, you live to serve, he rises.
Edwin: AKATOSH! KILL ME! I AM A PROFANE MOCKERY OF ALL THAT IS DIVINE! KILL ME, I BEG YOU!
Voice: The divines are weak, heed my will!
Edwin: DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO OBLIVION!
Voice: It is your home as well as mine!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My memory is fading, I cannot recount it all. I remember, mother, and father, Julia, Norville, Tolbert the Butler, my family. We were relatively rich, I think. I remember my twenty first birthday, I left home. I wanted to explore Cyrodiil, trace my family tree. My god, my family tree, the tainted leaves and branches it holds. I traveled from Anvil, to Kvatch, to Imperial City, Bruma, and then, Hackdirt. Hackdirt, the shadowed ruins of what was once a proud mining village. My grandmother was from here. The town was nearly burnt to the ground in an Imperial raid. I had heard rumors of Daedra worship, illicit alchemy, and even the Dark Brotherhood. But what I found there, was truly horrible, I shudder as I write this testimonial. From the moment I arrived, I saw there was nothing sacred in this town. I felt warmth escape my body in a manner most frightful. The people there, horrifying. Their eyes, never blinked. Pale, calloused skin, fading hair, wrinkled necks, and a shuffling walk. They never showed any signs of friendliness.
I told the inn keep that my Grandmother was from here, Jacquelin Saline. His manner changed dramatically, and he invited me to some sort of get together the town was having in the chapel. I figured it was some local holiday worshiping the divines. I was never very religious, but I figured this was the time to reestablish connection with Akatosh. It was then I discovered I was far from correct. They proceeded to read some daedric language, and dance around a horrifying idol. It depicted a slimy beast, with the body of a frog, in the shape of a human, and the face of a salamander. The townsfolf called it a “Deep One”. Then, the ceremony shifted to a mineshaft. I was utterly terrified. I saw the most disgusting, horrid, grotesque display I had ever beheld. I saw a live goat be pulled into a pit of bones. Then, out of the darkness of the cave, I saw a deep one. The shambling, gurgling hound of evil hopped into the ring, and devoured the goat ravenously. The, a scantily clad woman entered the ring. She performed an exotic dance for the creature, caressing its gills.Then three other women did the same. I cannot describe what happened next, but it was enough to make me vomit profusely. The most terrible part was when one of the townsfolk told me they remembered when my grandmother was “chosen for birthing”. I ran as fast as I could, away from that accursed place. I took the first ticket out of Cyrodiil. Then, the voices came. They tell me how I will become a Deep One when I am older, and how we will live eternally when Mehrunes Dagon claims Tamriel. I must fight the voice. Sometimes, I cannot, and the voice makes me do terrible things while I sleep. I would kill myself, but I must warn someone. The world must know. Dagon and his Deep Ones will return, and they will destroy all who do not convert. They call me mad. Mad? MAD? I AM NOT MAD! I AM A DEEP ONE! I AM THE CHOSEN SPAWN OF DAGON! PRAISE THE DREAD LORD! No, the voice is back. No, No, NO!
And they were planning to do worser but we detected them both.Other one tried to hide himself to strike again in future but we detected em both.
Alright,good to know that they were both detected,before they did anything else to ruin things but they were both detected so it's okay.Glad they were both detected.
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven - bosmer
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
He looks at me oddly, like he's never seen a girl with light blue eyes before. "My name is Miko" He says as he takes my hand. "What exactly would you like me to show you?"
*I smile and ask* "would you be so kind as to show me to your library? I need to find a book on enchantments."
He nods and leaves his chair. "I suppose I could show you. Follow me." He leaves the tavern and I follow.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven - bosmer
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
He looks at me oddly, like he's never seen a girl with light blue eyes before. "My name is Miko" He says as he takes my hand. "What exactly would you like me to show you?"
*I smile and ask* "would you be so kind as to show me to your library? I need to find a book on enchantments."
He nods and leaves his chair. "I suppose I could show you. Follow me." He leaves the tavern and I follow.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
That was reveled within my application. To act as an ambassador between the people of Skyrim, and the Bosmer within Valenwood. For whatever reason need be. (I figured my job, or the work that needs to be done would be revealed within the actual server)
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to the daggers. An amazing tactician and strategist. Living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh winters of Skyrim. A strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” Nev laughed as the trees whistled with each others jokes.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
Thank you!
My continuous bombarding of free bumps will slow down until I find another way to do it again.
Also on a side note: EMG was a culprit way beyond too?
My,my.
I don't get it, deliberately try to ruin a server? Minecraft Variety.
What do you gain from that?
Some peoples kids...
And they were planning to do worser but we detected them both.Other one tried to hide himself to strike again in future but we detected em both.
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
Very colorful...but There is 4 types of Elves, Your Rp example needs the boy talking back as well. Denied
A Very Good app but how does your character get to Skyrim? Denied
IC
Name: Edwin Almere
Race: I am Imperial, mostly. However, I have discovered a darker side of my ancestry.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:I am pale, very pale. I have large blue eyes, and I grow thinner by the day. My hair is fading, and I have wrinkly flabs of skin on my neck.
Fears: I fear the future. I know what is coming, a terrible, terrible thing.
Personality: I was once very lighthearted, scholarly, and joyful. However, my ignorance to the surrounding evil has fallen, and I know live in constant horror.
Occupation: I was planning on being a merchant, but now, I see the futility in worldly careers. I have become a nomadic hermit.
Skills: I have only used a sword once. I once received 3rd place in an archery competition.
Nickname (Optional): Eddy
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Edwin: No, no, It cannot be!
Voice: You saw what was in the cave, why deny it?
Edwin: It was a hallucination! I am not one of those things!
Voice: You are, can you feel it? The blood of your brethren in your veins, does it not give you vigor?
Edwin: No, no, I refuse to listen!
Voice: You are one with them, they live to serve, you live to serve, he rises.
Edwin: AKATOSH! KILL ME! I AM A PROFANE MOCKERY OF ALL THAT IS DIVINE! KILL ME, I BEG YOU!
Voice: The divines are weak, heed my will!
Edwin: DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO OBLIVION!
Voice: It is your home as well as mine!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My memory is fading, I cannot recount it all. I remember, mother, and father, Julia, Norville, Tolbert the Butler, my family. We were relatively rich, I think. I remember my twenty first birthday, I left home. I wanted to explore Cyrodiil, trace my family tree. My god, my family tree, the tainted leaves and branches it holds. I traveled from Anvil, to Kvatch, to Imperial City, Bruma, and then, Hackdirt. Hackdirt, the shadowed ruins of what was once a proud mining village. My grandmother was from here. The town was nearly burnt to the ground in an Imperial raid. I had heard rumors of Daedra worship, illicit alchemy, and even the Dark Brotherhood. But what I found there, was truly horrible, I shudder as I write this testimonial. From the moment I arrived, I saw there was nothing sacred in this town. I felt warmth escape my body in a manner most frightful. The people there, horrifying. Their eyes, never blinked. Pale, calloused skin, fading hair, wrinkled necks, and a shuffling walk. They never showed any signs of friendliness.
I told the inn keep that my Grandmother was from here, Jacquelin Saline. His manner changed dramatically, and he invited me to some sort of get together the town was having in the chapel. I figured it was some local holiday worshiping the divines. I was never very religious, but I figured this was the time to reestablish connection with Akatosh. It was then I discovered I was far from correct. They proceeded to read some daedric language, and dance around a horrifying idol. It depicted a slimy beast, with the body of a frog, in the shape of a human, and the face of a salamander. The townsfolf called it a “Deep One”. Then, the ceremony shifted to a mineshaft. I was utterly terrified. I saw the most disgusting, horrid, grotesque display I had ever beheld. I saw a live goat be pulled into a pit of bones. Then, out of the darkness of the cave, I saw a deep one. The shambling, gurgling hound of evil hopped into the ring, and devoured the goat ravenously. The, a scantily clad woman entered the ring. She performed an exotic dance for the creature, caressing its gills.Then three other women did the same. I cannot describe what happened next, but it was enough to make me vomit profusely. The most terrible part was when one of the townsfolk told me they remembered when my grandmother was “chosen for birthing”. I ran as fast as I could, away from that accursed place. I took the first ticket out of Cyrodiil. Then, the voices came. They tell me how I will become a Deep One when I am older, and how we will live eternally when Mehrunes Dagon claims Tamriel. I must fight the voice. Sometimes, I cannot, and the voice makes me do terrible things while I sleep. I would kill myself, but I must warn someone. The world must know. Dagon and his Deep Ones will return, and they will destroy all who do not convert. They call me mad. Mad? MAD? I AM NOT MAD! I AM A DEEP ONE! I AM THE CHOSEN SPAWN OF DAGON! PRAISE THE DREAD LORD! No, the voice is back. No, No, NO!
Alright,good to know that they were both detected,before they did anything else to ruin things but they were both detected so it's okay.Glad they were both detected.
OOC
IGN:angelakir
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: Many RP servers, websites, and other roleplaying games. For about 6 years.
Why Us:Why not? I love RP servers, and skyrim is an amazing game, why not try it out?
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can afford, I do hop around from time to time on other servers but none have been really great. With how amazing Skyrim is, I'm hoping there will be many people on at a time to keep it entertaining.
IC
Name:(True name: Alice Wovenleaf) Akir Orchia
Race:Elven - bosmer
Gender:Female
Age:128 (about 21 in Human years)
Appearance:long, wavy, sky blue hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Somewhat short for an elf at 5"6 and has a lean body type.
Fears:Being alone, Spiders, Being rejected/ridiculed.
Personality:Very polite and serene. Honorable and a natural leader. Knowledgeable, loves magic. Can be a little demanding in critical times.
Occupation:(Runaway princess in hiding. [just hear me out, read all of it]) Traveler
Skills:Charisma, crafting, enchanting, gardening, dancing, agility, good with a bow not so much with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):Akri (not a typo)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*I go over to the make myself better aquainted with the young man*
"Hello, I am new here and was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me around." *I offer my hand* "My name is Akir, by the way." *I smile sweetly as I await his comment*
He looks at me oddly, like he's never seen a girl with light blue eyes before. "My name is Miko" He says as he takes my hand. "What exactly would you like me to show you?"
*I smile and ask* "would you be so kind as to show me to your library? I need to find a book on enchantments."
He nods and leaves his chair. "I suppose I could show you. Follow me." He leaves the tavern and I follow.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Alice Wovenleaf was born amongst the royal family in the grand elven city of Runaria, founded by her father many years ago, and named after her mother who soon passed after her birth due to illness. Stricken with both grief and joy during this time, the city elders took it upon themselves to care for the young princess and keep her sheltered. She was never allowed out of the castle walls never to see any boy to charm her. The only men who were allowed by her side were her father, the elders, and the mage who she later fell in love with.
When she was of age, her father one day told her she would be wed to a stranger. A prince from another town, to end a war that had been raging for the past four years. Alice protested the marriage for a good while, but eventually gave in to her fathers demands. She said her silent farewells to her mage and accepted the Prince's hand in marriage. It was two weeks until the wedding and the prince and alice were out of the city walls gathering some herbs for alchemy (they let her because now she had a man to protect her, her father said.) though it ended all too soon.
She turned around and walked into the forest looking for what herbs she sought, while her groom was not looking, and easily got lost in the darkness. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to find her way back, when she saw four men who were quite tall and dressed in a way she had never seen before. Leather and daggers, lots of dried blood, she had only heard of such things before. She quickly hid away in the dark under a tree root, covered by vines. Assuming the worst for her new husband, but too frightened to do anything, she waited.
She waited for two days until she moved out of her hiding spot. Cold, hungry, and dirty, she walked. She couldn't find her city again, she was lost in the forest, walking in the opposite direction of her home. Eventually she collapsed outside of a small town, half a days travel from her home in Runaria. A young human found her and brought her inside to a tavern where she rested, when she awoke, her rescuer asked her her name and from where she hailed. Before answering, she remembered the lessons her elders had taught her. If you find yourself anywhere outside, don't tell anyone who you are, they only mean to do you harm. Let them think you are nothing but a commoner, and act the part. That is the only way you will survive. They will kill you for your gold and for the glory to say they killed royalty. Don't give them that chance.
So when he asked her again, she looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Hi, my name is Akir Orchia, and I'm traveling from another city to learn magic. I'm sorry that I imposed on you."
And thus Alice Wovenleaf was dead, and Akir Orchia was born. She now travels in solitude and still believes she cannot under any circumstances let anyone know her true identity.
Better. Accepted
Im sorry, I'm a English Major...
worser?
I was denied because I didn't tell you how I actually arrived in Skyrim? How about by horse, I figured that was common knowledge.
I rode in on a horse, from the south past Helgen.
Win.
Yeah yeah,I caught that too.
Lets leave the guy alone,he reminds me of an awesome guy. :smile.gif:
Your judgement is severely impaired.
Lmao, How so?
Why did you go to Skyrim?
You mentioned no horse along with your bland character,I understand why the whitelister asked.
Why did you go to Skyrim anyway?
Remind yourself to stop assuming.
Ass|u|me
That was reveled within my application. To act as an ambassador between the people of Skyrim, and the Bosmer within Valenwood. For whatever reason need be. (I figured my job, or the work that needs to be done would be revealed within the actual server)
Such hostility, what did I do to upset you? Aside from insulting you with my poorly made RP character.