IGN:Ctc9592
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Ive have played on 3 rp servers
Why Us:I love the Elder scrolls games so why not join a server about it
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00-11::00
IC
Name:Hagral WarBeard
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:30
Appearance:Long brown hair,green eyes,scar on his right eye
Fears:Frostbite Spiders,Dragons(More of a hate)
Personality:He is a Brave soul and will fight his fears to defend his families name!
Occupation:Clan Leader and Blacksmith
Skills:He is a blacksmith and leader
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial Soldiers sneak into a Bandit cave
Bandit:What was that?
Imperials: For the Emperor!
Bandit Chief: Imperials! Kill them and hang there skulls on the wall!
The two forces collide with deaths on both sides with deaths happening left and right
Mysterious Voice: FUS RO DAH!
A blast of wind knocks everyone down
Imperials and Bandits: Dragonborn!
Dragonborn: Both of you are Evil prepare for death! RAAN MIR TAH
Frostbite Spiders flood in from a hole in the wall and attack the Imperials and Bandits
The Dragonborn searches the corpse and finds a document in one the Bandit Chief pockets
Dragonborn: Have a Nice sleep
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Hagral was born in the Warbeard clan through his father Chief Harghal. In his youth he had to train to be Chief so he had to be a skilled warrior, a good blacksmith, and a leader of men. He began by training his skill as a warrior; the main way to train your hand with a sword was in the Pit, the hole in the middle of the village that you were dropped in the middle of it with a sword or an axe then had to fight either wolves or frostbite spiders, Hagral was dropped in with a sword and had to fight a frostbite spider the battle lasted for five minutes with Hagral winning but getting a scar on his right eye it was three years before he completed is training then went to his blacksmith training. The training for blacksmith was done at the Great Forge the main place for all blacksmiths. He trained for six years until he was capable to make a blade but he was able to forge the blade needed to pass but he still needed practice. He then had to lead a group of men to raid a local village for food he walked for two days to get to the village but after they got there they noticed that full on assault would be suicidal so they approached from behind. Before they were even close the village alarm sounded Hagral thought they were noticed them but as they were panicking they heard a roar from the sky “Dragon!” Hagral’s men screamed this one looked different from the one he has seen it seemed to be able to breathe fire and ice but still it destroyed the village along with the food Hagral ordered his men to retreat back to his village they traveled back but when they were close to the village they saw smoke in the sky then ran to see the village was burnt down. Hagral ran to where his father lived to find him dying from his burnt wounds Hagral grabbed him with his arms then his father said with his dying breath Make the Warbeards strong again.
LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE SERVER IS TAKING PLACE 20 YEARS AFTER THE DEATH OF ALDUIN. LORE AND STORY FOR SERVER WILL BE UP ON THE OP IN 1-2 DAYS!
Accepted, I like how the backstory ends in a way which connects to the original story but then ends so you can take place when ever the server lore starts at, but remember your character will be 20 years older so if he was 19 when the dragon saved him and the others from helgen then he will be 39. So be ready for that ok?
ACCEPTED, Just reading your occupation I knew you would be accepted.
You you have any writings we can look at?
That would be perfect. Please add us on skype(PM me for skype info), from there you will be added to the elite group of staff and will make a texture pack on our interest.
I loved it, but take out the part about the stormcloaks and such and you will be accepted. The server takes place 20 years after the death of Alduin, so please wait for the story and lore to be put up if you want to mention something like and army or person in you backstory. I will Accept you though.
Denied, short and to cliche. Although I liek how you mother and father didnt die at the same time. So edit it and repost
Great app I love it, ACCEPTED
Send me your app in a PM and link me to the page, both app and page should be in the PM.
I don't have a Skype. Also, I should add that I don't mean I "make" the texture pack. I just click and drag on the Dokucraft Customizer seen here. A monkey could do it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends if i like the server but proberly 4/5 hours a day
IC
Name: Cronic
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Very short with white eyes along with my glorious flowing blonde hair
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A very outgoing person that is an amazing guy to have around the pub to have some drinks in the inn
Occupation: Rouge
Skills: LockPicking
Nickname (Optional): Cronic
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Go on leave me!
Cronic: No man left behind...
Citizen: Im telling you go! You cant see me like this.
Cronic: Like What?
*As the Full emerges it self out of the clouds the citizen begins his transformation*
Citizen: I told you to leave and now I think I`m a little hungry!
Cronic: Dont do this, I don't want to do this!
* Cronic Jumps back as the new firmly transformed werewolf swings at him *
Cronic: I warned you.
*Cronic uses his shout and shoots a wave of arrows at the once before citizen *
Citizen *wounded*: You are a worthy challanger and the one to send me to my death bed but before that give this rose to my wife..ugh.. *cough* ....
Cronic: Very Well.
*Quest Received*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cronic Smeil a Dark Elf in Skyrim mistreated very poorly since Skyrim was founded by nords but no matter what growing up was a problem for little boy Cronic to see this is because of the Brother Hood had always came around back then to take or bless new people into the Brother Hood. This made it very hard to live because some people think that the brotherhood is a disgrace rather then a blessing. Cronic found it the most interesting thing in the world so at age 16 he vouched that he would join the Dark Brother Hood. So he ran away to go to each and every town that was for told that the Brother Hood was there. At age of 18 Cronic officially found the Brother Hood and at that point he thought if he could find the Brother Hood then he is better then them.
In those two long years of his life was his the most important thing in life prov-ailed his dagger. The Dagger that had saved his live of Were Wolfs, Vampires, Imperials, and a baby dragon. Cronic was no longer a little boy yet an adventure-er he looked out for quests in every town he ventured to. Yet where is Cronic now you ask? A town of the Imperials where his life has just begun in Halgen. Cronic was tied up in some Storm Cloak stuff where he was to get his head decapitated yet a dragon had stopped it faith... destiny... what ever it was Cronic's adventure was not complete.
11:59 PM Eastern Time, 11/25/11 Friday, is when the Turkeybird Deal goes bye-bye so if you want a free 500 gold for you character when the game starts you had better get one up fast!
IGN: Royced
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Alot, I've roleplayed within oblivion itself, servers like Lord of the Craft and Ruined world, and even on previous games like Habbo Hotel, World of Warcraft, Gunz the Duel, and many others.
Why Us: I want to see if this server can really put a massive scale game like Skyrim into a minecraft server, and I'm really intent on playing.
Time You Can Dedicate: A good seven hours a day if I'm really into it, and I'll definatly be on a very active routine if I'm accepted.
IC
Name: Akeron Dai'Viance
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 236
Appearance: Adult with short brown hair in a wavy motion on the front. Not very muscular, but masculine looking.
Fears: Death
Personality: Not truely insane to his name, but with a taste of a two-faced personality, Akeron Dai'Viance was born with the ability to cloak his perspective into another being. He can think like someone other than himself when he is not in proper judgement, but this second-sense is not particuarly good. It can control his every whim, and thus he doesn't use it untill the most needy of times.
Occupation: Alchemist
Skills: Alchemy
Nickname (Optional): Royce
RP Example (Add Dialogue): " Thou shant speak to mine self without proper adressment. Come child, speak thy name. " Akeron would silently lean over onto his rocking chair as he listened to the young mans story.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Akeron was born in Skingrad, Cyrodil as of the 11th. His town was shattered with the news of a demonic essence on his eleventh birthday; an oblivion gate. Akeron was just a young boy when he saw his father and his neighbors get slaughtered infront of his very eyes. His mother took his arms and they ran for what seemed for hours. They arrived in K'vatch just to find that the city was in ruins. A local encampment was set up and Akeron and his mother joined them. He was settelled into the encampment untill two days afterwards a hero shut the gate of K'vatch. Relieved by the news, they continued on with newfound willpower. They had recieved no news of skingrad, and thus they continued on. It took them four days by foot to reach Anvil, and the locals greated them with respect. Mother had family in town, and they stayed with them. They were completely fine for twenty years, whereafter Akerons mother had died of old age. Akeron was saddened, but not depressed as he knew that her death was of natural fate unlike his fathers. He had no real reason to remain in Cyrodil but for family and friends and left for Skyrim. He took a boat with a variety of other members and were unexpectedly attacked by pirates. The oversea seige took one day, but the pirates took winning. They brought the new slaves towards Elswyre, much more south than Akeron intended to go. As the pirates arrived in elswyre, they arrived with an arrow to the head. A league of Imperial Hunters had been plotting and waiting for the pirates to finally kill them off. Akerno was unshackled and released with food, water, and a handfull of gold. He met a man named Royced, whom was an experienced Alchemist. The man took Akeron as an apprentice, dispite Akerons already adult age. He taught him all he knew, untill one day the man let a note with very little writing.
" Akeron. Gone to go recieve some ingredients for the sleeping potion I told you about. Go ahead and try some, its in the cabinet upstairs. ". Akeron took it willingly, and thats when he woke up in Riverdale. He had no clue on how he'd gotten there, and found out that it had been a hundred years. Akeron was unscraped with age somehow. Arriving in Skyrim had been his life goal, but without anyone to care for, what does he do now?
IGN: Blindninja
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: a couple of other servers
Why Us: Love skyrim and i was hoping someone would make a server based off of it
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-4 hours every weekday and more on the weekend
IC
Name: Molvar Valodius
Race: imperial
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: Tall, buzzcut, muscular
Fears: high elves and dragons
Personality: nice to fellow imperials and nords, but HATES high elves. He often gets angry very quickly and isnt afriad to start a fight.
Occupation: Soldier in the imperial army
Skills: one-handed, heavy armor, Block, and archery
Nickname (Optional): Troll meat
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Molvar*- Sir we have a bandit encampment right over that ridge, our scouts are checking to see how many there are now.
*general*- We dont have time to count them! Get in there and cut there heads off now before they send men to attack the town!
*Molvar*-But sir, if we just send men in there without checking to see how many there are, we could be slaughtered!
*General*- I dont care! just get it done!
*Molvar*-fine... but give me 20 men, and i expect a raise!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Molvar grew up in a town on the border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil. He watched the imperial soldiers in his town as a young boy and pretended to be like them using a stick as a sword. Once he grew of age, he joined the imperial army, and became a soldier. He was stationed in Cyrodiil when the thalmer attacked the imperial city, and watched many men die as he hopelessly fought back. Luckly, he survived, but his troop was all dead by the end of the war. Ever since fighting the Thalmer, Molvar hates all high elves. He is now stationed in Solitude in Skyrim, and heard that there has been sightings of dragons in skyrim again! He hopes that the war between the imperials and the stormcloaks will end soon, so that the imperial will be ready in case of the thalmer try to attack again.
Is there a required texture pack? If not, I was thinking a customized version of DokuCraft. I could whip one up if you'd like.
I found a pretty nice looking one on PlanetMinecraft. It's a Skyrim texture pack, now note that it's only 10% done. I don't know if you guys would like it since it's a 256x256 texturepack. Here it is...BAM!
I believe I'm one of the only people where me mom and pops died, but not because of murder or something...Haha, and I'm one of the only ones that don't want REVENGEZZZZ either. Tehe...
My parents died of the Thalmor when I was seven, and I don't want revenge either. I'm just a cold-blooded mercenary.
IGN:kvSketch
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I've rp in forums a while ago, but for minecraft rp I have been on about 3 rp servers.
Why Us: Um, one, dragons, two Skryim this server is going to be epic.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours week days more on weekends but can vary.
IC
Name: Hadrian deGray
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Medium brown hair, tan skin, green eyes, and muscular body.
Fears: Dying without a purpose to the world. He is also afraid of caves although he is forced to travel in them all the time.
Personality: A very calm relaxing personality most of the time, he is also very funny. He tends to get more aggressive when in battle or is taunted.
Occupation: Very talented Black Smith, he barely has time to use this skill but when he needs to either repair or make a armor/weapon he will do it.
Skills: Black smith, Archery, Speech, light armor, and Destruction magic is his finest skills.
Nickname (Optional): Has none
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey, get over here!"
*turns around "Are you talking to me, sir?"
"Yeah, you bloody fool."
"What is it that you would like to ask?"
*Guard pulls out sword slowly "That's a nice sword you have there...mind if I take it off your hands."
"I'd rather die."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Hadrian was trained to be a warrior the day he was born. He lived in a small cabin nearby Whiterun. His father was very hard on him and he had little time to actually be a kid. His father always said he was training him for the world. He slowly got more advanced in his skills, he only did it for his fathers approval. He also in his village had a job as a Black smith, he was trained by a man named Victor. Hadrian always though Victor was more of a father to him than his own father.
As always no story is happy. Hadrian's village was attacked by a Dragon, killing lots of the towns people. Hadrian, his father, and Victor fought the Dragon for a whole night before finally defeating it. After defeating it Hadrian acquired Dragon scales. His father told only legendary black smiths could even attempt to forge dragon scale armor.
That became Hadrian's new goal to create a dragon scale suit of armor. A month later he told is dad he needed a break and wanted to explore Skyrim. His father wasn't in love with the idea but let his son leave. Hadrian is now in Skyrim exploring its wonders.
Hail blue thing
also i hardly agree with your point , Bethesta made epic game but failed at horse physics :sad.gif:
(and find elementel fury shout , Its very useful you will love it :biggrin.gif: , Im killing dragons under 3 sec with 2 - 1 h wielding and elementel fury)
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 3 hours per week.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:16
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved.
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Hey Gale shoot that cow all the way over there."
"Eh, sure..." One shot kill.
"Nice!"
"..." Just stands there and nods.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. He was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 12 he was the top archer of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 15 when he and his family were visiting the border of Cyrodiil, and Skyrim. He and his family were riding horses when they were ambushed by some bears. His family, with no combat experience were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale quickly slain all of the bears and saw this as the perfect chance to run. Making sure he would never be suspected, he burned all of his family members' corpses and remove any traces of the ambush. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
IGN:EpykPhail
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Lots and lots! The servers I would lkek to thank the most for enhancing my roleplay expirence would be Kingdom of Aeonis and Land of Aswein.
I roleplay on various MMO forums and I am a big reader and get alot of influences from reading.Don't forgot videos games that have great lore like Elder Scrolls and Warhammer!
Why Us:Skyrim and Mead.
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can,I am a student after all. I will be on everyday that's for sure
but for how long? I don't know.
Fears:Dragons.
And Giant Spiders! D:
Personality:Gliese may be shy when it comes to meeting strangers but won't hesitate to blow a bandit's head off.
Occupation:A adavanced student at the college of Winterhold.Can be hired,for a few Septims of course
Skills:A mage of Destruction,Restoration,Conjuration.and Alteration schools of magic.
A beginner of Alchemy and Enchanting but is getting the hang of it.
Nickname (Optional): NONE
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Harmlessly casts Candlelight*
Guard: "Go cast your fancy magic someplace else"
Gliese: "It be dark,and i'm not hurting anyone"
Guard: "You think I care,that magic is nothing but trouble"
"I don't think you want to spend a few nights in a cell do you?"
Gliese: "You're right,you sword swingers should be afraid of magic"
Guard: "Just because you can cast a few spells I should be afraid of you?" *Walking away*
Gliese: *casts mere firebolt just a step away at the Guards feet"
Gaurd: Hey! *Frantically stomps at the seemingly small fire*
Gliese: Hmmph. *walking away,the Guard doesn't bother to stop her"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Native to Morrowind,Gliese was still a infant when her mother had no choice but to flee to Skyrim.
Her father stayed at Morrowind,to fight yet another pointless war,scaring families and the very people who don't want part of it.
Gliese and her mother managed to settle at Winterhold,there Gliese was raised.Living in an area where magic was highly influenced,Gliese was interested in magic at a young age while others were frightened by it.
She would spend most her time with this kind old lady who was a former student of magic.
Teaching Gliese some basics like,Candlelight,Magelight,Oakflesh,and other harmless magics.Her mother was okay with this,it wasn't causing any trouble and Gliese loved it very much.
Until one day she put the entire village of Winterhold in danger...Gliese had learnt Flames!
Eager to fry a rabbit,the chase was on.She couldn't control her Magicka properly and instead lit the crops on fire.
Spreading to the houses,the villagers quickly tried to put the fires out.After a long struggle the fire was put at bay,with little success...
Gliese had burnt down two houses and left the village with not much food for quite awhile.
She wasn't allowed to practice magic anymore,no matter how sorry she was.the village couldn't risk another event like this.
Gliese would still practice magic in secret,getting better at it every time...
Years later
Reeh! *clink* Agh! Somebody do something!
Gliese woke up one night to the sound of what it seems to be a ferocious beast and some men in combat.
She quickly jumped out of her bed and ran outside to see what all the commotion was.
There stood,a fierce Ice Sabre attacking Winterhold.The sight was horrible,men on the ground bleeding,children screaming,
watching and couldn't do anything about it.
Gliese could not stand this,forms a ball of fire in her hands and swings it at the Sabre.
The Sabre lets out one final growl and falls to the ground.
The villagers turn to see where the ball of fire came from,and gasp.Without a word Gliese turns to the wounded and casts Healing Hands.
Were they mad?-No.
The people of Winterhold cheered with great joy!
Just then Gliese's already old mother came,hugging her daughter in tears. "You did a good thing,I am happy"
A Winterhold feast was held in honor of Gliese,the Sabre was one of the best meals they have had in a long time.
That's when she was accepted into the College of Winterhold to master her magic for her actions.
Gliese has now long left Winterhold for new adventures,meeting new friends trying to survive in this land of Skyrim.
*SWOOSH* A unbearable shriek can be hard from the other side of the mountain.
Could it be?...
A dragon?-Gliese feared.
IGN:EpykPhail
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Lots and lots! :smile.gif:
Why Us:Skyrim and Mead.
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can,I am a student after all. I will be on everyday that's for sure
but for how long? I don't know.
IC
Name:Gliese
Race:Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender:Female
Age:Old enough to watch over herself.
Appearance:
Fears:The rumors of Dragons may be true...
Personality:Gliese may be shy when it comes to meeting strangers but won't hesitate to blow a bandit's head off.
Occupation:A adavanced student at the college of Winterhold.Can be hired,for a few Septims of course
Skills:Destruction,Restoration,Conjuration.and Alteration schools of magic.
Nickname (Optional): NONE
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Harmlessly casts Candlelight*
Guard: "Go cast your fancy magic someplace else"
Gliese: "It be dark,and i'm not hurting anyone"
Guard: "You think I care,that magic is nothing but trouble"
"I don't think you want to spend a few nights in a cell do you?"
Gliese: "You're right,you sword swingers should be afraid of magic"
Guard: "Just because you can cast a few spells I should be afraid of you?" *Walking away*
Gliese: *casts mere firebolt just a step away at the Guards feet"
Gaurd: Hey! *Frantically stomps at the seemingly small fire*
Gliese: Hmmph. *walking away,the Guard doesn't bother to stop her"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Native to Morrowind,Gliese was still a infant when her mother had no choice but to flee to Skyrim.
Her father stayed at Morrowind,to fight yet another pointless war,scaring families and the very people who don't want part of it.
Gliese and her mother managed to settle at Winterhold,there Gliese was raised.Living in an area where magic was highly influenced,Gliese was interested in magic at a young age while others were frightened by it.
She would spend most her time with this kind old lady who was a former student of magic.
Teaching Gliese some basics like,Candlelight,Magelight,Oakflesh,and other harmless magics.Her mother was okay with this,it wasn't causing any trouble and Gliese loved it very much.
Until one day she put the entire village of Winterhold in danger...Gliese had learnt Flames!
Eager to fry a rabbit,the chase was one.She couldn't control her Magicka properly and instead lit the crops on fire.
Spreading to the houses,the villagers quickly tried to put the fires out.After a long struggle the fire was put at bay,with little success...
Gliese had burnt down two houses and left the village with not much food for quite awhile.
She wasn't allowed to practice magic anymore,no matter how sorry she was.the village couldn't risk another event like this.
Gliese would still practice magic in secret,getting better at it every time...
Years later
Reeh! *clink* Agh! Somebody do something!
Gliese woke up one night to the sound of what it seems to be a ferocious beast and some men in combat.
She quickly jumped out of her bed and ran outside to see what all the commotion was.
There stood,a fierce Ice Sabre attack Winterhold.The sight was horrible,men on the ground bleeding,children screaming,
watching and couldn't do anything about it.
Gliese could not stand this,forms a ball of fire in her hands and swings it at the Sabre.
The Sabre lets out one final growl and falls to the ground.
The villagers turn to see where the ball of fire came from,and gasp.Without a word Gliese turns to the wounded and casts Healing Hands.
Were they mad?-No.
The people of Winterhold cheered with great joy!
Just then Gliese's already old mother came,hugging her daughter in tears. "You did a good thing,I am happy"
A Winterhold feast was held in honor of Gliese,the Sabre was one of the best meals they have had in a long time.
That's when she was accepted into the College of Winter hold to master her magic for her actions.
Gliese has now long left Winterhold for new adventures,meeting new friends trying to survive in this land of Skyrim.
*SWOOSH* A unbearable shriek can be hard from the other side of the mountain.
Could it be?...
A dragon?-Gliese feared.
Before I let out my outburst of amazement and applause, and all out awesomeness, please clarify a few things.
What is your actual RP Experience, because like it or not, you could have copied this from another forum or something.
And also, please make things that are very vague more easy to understand. Like "Old enough to watch over herself."
Also,update your fear, its no rumor that dragons are real, its already proved so.
IGN:Kralion
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I am part of the RP server "VaultRP" and was also member of "Roleplay Revolution"
Why Us: The Elder Scrolls universe is vast and full of elements that allow good RP. This is one of the first servers I have found of The Elder Scrolls and I think that it can work.
Time You Can Dedicate: In 3 weeks I have holidays, so I can dedicate myself to the server almost every day.
IC
Name: Nadia Rinhoof
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
Fears: Spiders in large quantities.
Personality: Witty and charismatic even in battle. Has enough brains to know when to back down and to remain neutral.
Occupation: Hunter, farmer and explorer.
Skills: one-handed, sneak, speech, archery, lockpicking, medium armor, smithing.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Nadia is walkin through the forest humming a song when she notices a bandit camp, she quickly hides and climbs a nearby tree to get a better view*
Bandit 1: Hehe, caught about three travelers today. All of them begged for mercy and I even let one ago...as long as he gave me all his gold.
Bandit 2: Aww, arent you generous!
*Nadia prepares her bow and with one shot she pierces the throat of one of Bandit 2, he falls to the ground chokin on his own blood while the others quickly gather their weapons*
*Nadia gracefully falls down from the tree, still unoticed by the bandits and quickly rushes to one and slits his throat. This attracts the attention of the other bandits*
Nadia: Evening lads, may I say that you look like you could eat healthier? You are bleedin out quite quickly and cant even fight back!
Bandit 3: *Panicked* Ki-ki-kill her!
*All the bandits rush foward, Nadia engages them one at the time and quickly kills most of the bandits. Leavin one alive*
Bandit 1: Ple-ple-please! let me live! I swear I will never kill again!
Nadia: *Smiles* Just because I am generous I will...provided that you give me all your gold!
*Bandit 1 quickly grabs all his gold and the one of his fallen companions, gives it to Nadia and runs away*
Nadia: Huh, that chap IS generous!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Nadia was born in the forest. Her mother a Breton and her father a Bosmer. This explains why she has the looks of a Betron while having the skills of a Bosmer. Her mother died giving birth and her father looked after her dearly. He taught her almost everything she knowns, how to silently hunt animals, how to craft her own weapons and tools, how to use her blade quickly and deadly, etc. and she inherited her mothers looks, makin her able to talk her way out of most situations.
One day, Nadia and her father were in a cave lookin for a plant a man had offered a great deal of money for. Nadia, still a bit young, got lost and began callin for her father. This attracted the attention of a lot of spiders in the cave that almost killed her, leading to her aracnophobia, but her father saved her. The spiders had venom and poisoned both Nadia and her father. They only had one antivenom and Nadias father forced her to take it. Nadia quickly carried her father back to town lookin for a doctor but her fathers wound were to serious and he died. Nadia didnt cry and went back to the cave for the plant. She found it and with the money she buyed a small farm in the forests. Now she lives there, growing crops and hunting animals and occasionally going to the nearby village´s bar to get drunk
IGN: Ifrit77 (ifrit77)
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: A lot: Kingdom of Aeonis, Medieval Minecraft, Mount & Blade: Warband (another game), Fallout: War Never Changes (minecraft server)
Why Us: Skyrim Is Da Best. Also because of the RP and people.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours every day. (I Think)
IC
Name: Islovak Great-Axe
Race: Part Nord / Imperial (Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:
My bad about the giant picture! (If it's giant)
Fears: Death, Destruction of His Belongings, Torture, Giant Insects and Arachnids
Personality: Peaceful, Broad-Mind, Hard Worker, Loyal, and sometimes Angry.
Occupation: Farmer and Woodcutter outside the city of his choosing.
Skills: Two-Handed Weapons (wood-cutting), Laborer (farming and cutting wood, although the skill doesn't exist in the actually Skyrim Game), Speech.
Nickname (Optional): Farmer or Islo
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Islo: *Sitting on his porch*
Stranger: Hello!
Islo: *Sits up* Hullo. Whatdya want?
Stranger --> Bandit: Give me all of yer Septims or things er' gonna get nasty.
Islo: O dear. Well.. Umm...
Bandit: 10 Seconds before this axe is lodged into yer skull!
Islo: Calm down my fellow, one second. *Sprints off towards Whiterun
Bandit: Oi!
Islo: Sweet Talos someone help me for the love of the nine divines!
Bandit: *Lodges axe into the back of Islo repeatedly
Islo: *Dies*
Dat Roleplay example.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Islo grew up in a family of farmers that lived near Whiterun's River. Every year on a childs 18th birthday, the Great-Axes would give their young men and women a chance to go off in the world and make their own establishment or help increase the size of their own. Islo was a curious boy, instead of wrestling with his peers during non-working hours, he used his time gazing off into snowy peaks of the mountains and the green grasses of the plains and rolling hills or reading whatever books were at hand. He grew up in a humble household and lived like anyone else. The news came by and passed, the civil war, dragons, and a thief who was hanged for stealing a pair of candlesticks. This cycle of hardwork, reading, staring, and news went on until he was 18 years old.
As all children in the Great-Axe family get to do, he was given a chance to leave or to make their farm bigger. Surprisingly, Islovak left as soon as he could, with bread, a hoe, cooked vension, and a iron axe to make his home. He headed off in the direction he deemed fit, which happened to be Windhelm to the North-East. He set up a farm next to a river near Windhelm, or should it be called a shack? He lived off of the land with his trusty axe and a hand-crafted fishing rod. No use for his hoe yet. Then came along a seemingly peaceful band of wanderers. Too bad they turned out to be bandits. Although he escaped, the bandits burned his shack and took his food. Thus it came to be that Isolvak began wandering the lands of Skyrim, looking for a new home.
IGN:Ctc9592
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Ive have played on 3 rp servers
Why Us:I love the Elder scrolls games so why not join a server about it
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00-11::00
IC
Name:Hagral WarBeard
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:30
Appearance:Long brown hair,green eyes,scar on his right eye
Fears:Frostbite Spiders,Dragons(More of a hate)
Personality:He is a Brave soul and will fight his fears to defend his families name!
Occupation:Clan Leader and Blacksmith
Skills:He is a blacksmith and leader
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Imperial Soldiers sneak into a Bandit cave
Bandit:What was that?
Imperials: For the Emperor!
Bandit Chief: Imperials! Kill them and hang there skulls on the wall!
The two forces collide with deaths on both sides with deaths happening left and right
Mysterious Voice: FUS RO DAH!
A blast of wind knocks everyone down
Imperials and Bandits: Dragonborn!
Dragonborn: Both of you are Evil prepare for death! RAAN MIR TAH
Frostbite Spiders flood in from a hole in the wall and attack the Imperials and Bandits
The Dragonborn searches the corpse and finds a document in one the Bandit Chief pockets
Dragonborn: Have a Nice sleep
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Hagral was born in the Warbeard clan through his father Chief Harghal. In his youth he had to train to be Chief so he had to be a skilled warrior, a good blacksmith, and a leader of men. He began by training his skill as a warrior; the main way to train your hand with a sword was in the Pit, the hole in the middle of the village that you were dropped in the middle of it with a sword or an axe then had to fight either wolves or frostbite spiders, Hagral was dropped in with a sword and had to fight a frostbite spider the battle lasted for five minutes with Hagral winning but getting a scar on his right eye it was three years before he completed is training then went to his blacksmith training. The training for blacksmith was done at the Great Forge the main place for all blacksmiths. He trained for six years until he was capable to make a blade but he was able to forge the blade needed to pass but he still needed practice. He then had to lead a group of men to raid a local village for food he walked for two days to get to the village but after they got there they noticed that full on assault would be suicidal so they approached from behind. Before they were even close the village alarm sounded Hagral thought they were noticed them but as they were panicking they heard a roar from the sky “Dragon!” Hagral’s men screamed this one looked different from the one he has seen it seemed to be able to breathe fire and ice but still it destroyed the village along with the food Hagral ordered his men to retreat back to his village they traveled back but when they were close to the village they saw smoke in the sky then ran to see the village was burnt down. Hagral ran to where his father lived to find him dying from his burnt wounds Hagral grabbed him with his arms then his father said with his dying breath Make the Warbeards strong again.
I don't have a Skype. Also, I should add that I don't mean I "make" the texture pack. I just click and drag on the Dokucraft Customizer seen here. A monkey could do it.
http://minecraftcustomizer.net/pack/DokuCraft - The Saga Continues
IGN: Ishmalsmiel
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Grew up around it
Why Us: Skyrim + Minecraft= Boss
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends if i like the server but proberly 4/5 hours a day
IC
Name: Cronic
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Very short with white eyes along with my glorious flowing blonde hair
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A very outgoing person that is an amazing guy to have around the pub to have some drinks in the inn
Occupation: Rouge
Skills: LockPicking
Nickname (Optional): Cronic
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Go on leave me!
Cronic: No man left behind...
Citizen: Im telling you go! You cant see me like this.
Cronic: Like What?
*As the Full emerges it self out of the clouds the citizen begins his transformation*
Citizen: I told you to leave and now I think I`m a little hungry!
Cronic: Dont do this, I don't want to do this!
* Cronic Jumps back as the new firmly transformed werewolf swings at him *
Cronic: I warned you.
*Cronic uses his shout and shoots a wave of arrows at the once before citizen *
Citizen *wounded*: You are a worthy challanger and the one to send me to my death bed but before that give this rose to my wife..ugh.. *cough* ....
Cronic: Very Well.
*Quest Received*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cronic Smeil a Dark Elf in Skyrim mistreated very poorly since Skyrim was founded by nords but no matter what growing up was a problem for little boy Cronic to see this is because of the Brother Hood had always came around back then to take or bless new people into the Brother Hood. This made it very hard to live because some people think that the brotherhood is a disgrace rather then a blessing. Cronic found it the most interesting thing in the world so at age 16 he vouched that he would join the Dark Brother Hood. So he ran away to go to each and every town that was for told that the Brother Hood was there. At age of 18 Cronic officially found the Brother Hood and at that point he thought if he could find the Brother Hood then he is better then them.
In those two long years of his life was his the most important thing in life prov-ailed his dagger. The Dagger that had saved his live of Were Wolfs, Vampires, Imperials, and a baby dragon. Cronic was no longer a little boy yet an adventure-er he looked out for quests in every town he ventured to. Yet where is Cronic now you ask? A town of the Imperials where his life has just begun in Halgen. Cronic was tied up in some Storm Cloak stuff where he was to get his head decapitated yet a dragon had stopped it faith... destiny... what ever it was Cronic's adventure was not complete.
Regards,
SAW Staff
IGN: Royced
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Alot, I've roleplayed within oblivion itself, servers like Lord of the Craft and Ruined world, and even on previous games like Habbo Hotel, World of Warcraft, Gunz the Duel, and many others.
Why Us: I want to see if this server can really put a massive scale game like Skyrim into a minecraft server, and I'm really intent on playing.
Time You Can Dedicate: A good seven hours a day if I'm really into it, and I'll definatly be on a very active routine if I'm accepted.
IC
Name: Akeron Dai'Viance
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 236
Appearance: Adult with short brown hair in a wavy motion on the front. Not very muscular, but masculine looking.
Fears: Death
Personality: Not truely insane to his name, but with a taste of a two-faced personality, Akeron Dai'Viance was born with the ability to cloak his perspective into another being. He can think like someone other than himself when he is not in proper judgement, but this second-sense is not particuarly good. It can control his every whim, and thus he doesn't use it untill the most needy of times.
Occupation: Alchemist
Skills: Alchemy
Nickname (Optional): Royce
RP Example (Add Dialogue): " Thou shant speak to mine self without proper adressment. Come child, speak thy name. " Akeron would silently lean over onto his rocking chair as he listened to the young mans story.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Akeron was born in Skingrad, Cyrodil as of the 11th. His town was shattered with the news of a demonic essence on his eleventh birthday; an oblivion gate. Akeron was just a young boy when he saw his father and his neighbors get slaughtered infront of his very eyes. His mother took his arms and they ran for what seemed for hours. They arrived in K'vatch just to find that the city was in ruins. A local encampment was set up and Akeron and his mother joined them. He was settelled into the encampment untill two days afterwards a hero shut the gate of K'vatch. Relieved by the news, they continued on with newfound willpower. They had recieved no news of skingrad, and thus they continued on. It took them four days by foot to reach Anvil, and the locals greated them with respect. Mother had family in town, and they stayed with them. They were completely fine for twenty years, whereafter Akerons mother had died of old age. Akeron was saddened, but not depressed as he knew that her death was of natural fate unlike his fathers. He had no real reason to remain in Cyrodil but for family and friends and left for Skyrim. He took a boat with a variety of other members and were unexpectedly attacked by pirates. The oversea seige took one day, but the pirates took winning. They brought the new slaves towards Elswyre, much more south than Akeron intended to go. As the pirates arrived in elswyre, they arrived with an arrow to the head. A league of Imperial Hunters had been plotting and waiting for the pirates to finally kill them off. Akerno was unshackled and released with food, water, and a handfull of gold. He met a man named Royced, whom was an experienced Alchemist. The man took Akeron as an apprentice, dispite Akerons already adult age. He taught him all he knew, untill one day the man let a note with very little writing.
" Akeron. Gone to go recieve some ingredients for the sleeping potion I told you about. Go ahead and try some, its in the cabinet upstairs. ". Akeron took it willingly, and thats when he woke up in Riverdale. He had no clue on how he'd gotten there, and found out that it had been a hundred years. Akeron was unscraped with age somehow. Arriving in Skyrim had been his life goal, but without anyone to care for, what does he do now?
( HOPE YOU ACCEPT ME!) ~ Royced
Sounds great.
http://www.mediafire.com/?ilp4eiz1qc242dp
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: a couple of other servers
Why Us: Love skyrim and i was hoping someone would make a server based off of it
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-4 hours every weekday and more on the weekend
IC
Name: Molvar Valodius
Race: imperial
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: Tall, buzzcut, muscular
Fears: high elves and dragons
Personality: nice to fellow imperials and nords, but HATES high elves. He often gets angry very quickly and isnt afriad to start a fight.
Occupation: Soldier in the imperial army
Skills: one-handed, heavy armor, Block, and archery
Nickname (Optional): Troll meat
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Molvar*- Sir we have a bandit encampment right over that ridge, our scouts are checking to see how many there are now.
*general*- We dont have time to count them! Get in there and cut there heads off now before they send men to attack the town!
*Molvar*-But sir, if we just send men in there without checking to see how many there are, we could be slaughtered!
*General*- I dont care! just get it done!
*Molvar*-fine... but give me 20 men, and i expect a raise!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Molvar grew up in a town on the border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil. He watched the imperial soldiers in his town as a young boy and pretended to be like them using a stick as a sword. Once he grew of age, he joined the imperial army, and became a soldier. He was stationed in Cyrodiil when the thalmer attacked the imperial city, and watched many men die as he hopelessly fought back. Luckly, he survived, but his troop was all dead by the end of the war. Ever since fighting the Thalmer, Molvar hates all high elves. He is now stationed in Solitude in Skyrim, and heard that there has been sightings of dragons in skyrim again! He hopes that the war between the imperials and the stormcloaks will end soon, so that the imperial will be ready in case of the thalmer try to attack again.
I found a pretty nice looking one on PlanetMinecraft. It's a Skyrim texture pack, now note that it's only 10% done. I don't know if you guys would like it since it's a 256x256 texturepack. Here it is...BAM!
My parents died of the Thalmor when I was seven, and I don't want revenge either. I'm just a cold-blooded mercenary.
My father(not real one) got killed by imperials(empire) But i already killed the one killed my father
AcceptedOfficial Youtube Channel!!!!!!: OFFICIAL SKYRIM AGE OF WAR YOUTUBE CHANNEL SUBSRIBE!
Hail blue thing
also i hardly agree with your point , Bethesta made epic game but failed at horse physics :sad.gif:
(and find elementel fury shout , Its very useful you will love it :biggrin.gif: , Im killing dragons under 3 sec with 2 - 1 h wielding and elementel fury)
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 3 hours per week.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:16
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved.
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Hey Gale shoot that cow all the way over there."
"Eh, sure..." One shot kill.
"Nice!"
"..." Just stands there and nods.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. He was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 12 he was the top archer of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 15 when he and his family were visiting the border of Cyrodiil, and Skyrim. He and his family were riding horses when they were ambushed by some bears. His family, with no combat experience were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale quickly slain all of the bears and saw this as the perfect chance to run. Making sure he would never be suspected, he burned all of his family members' corpses and remove any traces of the ambush. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
IGN:EpykPhail
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Lots and lots! The servers I would lkek to thank the most for enhancing my roleplay expirence would be Kingdom of Aeonis and Land of Aswein.
I roleplay on various MMO forums and I am a big reader and get alot of influences from reading.Don't forgot videos games that have great lore like Elder Scrolls and Warhammer!
Why Us:Skyrim and Mead.
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as I can,I am a student after all. I will be on everyday that's for sure
but for how long? I don't know.
IC
Name:Gliese
Race:Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender:Female
Age:21
Appearance:
Fears:Dragons.
And Giant Spiders! D:
Personality:Gliese may be shy when it comes to meeting strangers but won't hesitate to blow a bandit's head off.
Occupation:A adavanced student at the college of Winterhold.Can be hired,for a few Septims of course
Skills:A mage of Destruction,Restoration,Conjuration.and Alteration schools of magic.
A beginner of Alchemy and Enchanting but is getting the hang of it.
Nickname (Optional): NONE
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Harmlessly casts Candlelight*
Guard: "Go cast your fancy magic someplace else"
Gliese: "It be dark,and i'm not hurting anyone"
Guard: "You think I care,that magic is nothing but trouble"
"I don't think you want to spend a few nights in a cell do you?"
Gliese: "You're right,you sword swingers should be afraid of magic"
Guard: "Just because you can cast a few spells I should be afraid of you?" *Walking away*
Gliese: *casts mere firebolt just a step away at the Guards feet"
Gaurd: Hey! *Frantically stomps at the seemingly small fire*
Gliese: Hmmph. *walking away,the Guard doesn't bother to stop her"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Native to Morrowind,Gliese was still a infant when her mother had no choice but to flee to Skyrim.
Her father stayed at Morrowind,to fight yet another pointless war,scaring families and the very people who don't want part of it.
Gliese and her mother managed to settle at Winterhold,there Gliese was raised.Living in an area where magic was highly influenced,Gliese was interested in magic at a young age while others were frightened by it.
She would spend most her time with this kind old lady who was a former student of magic.
Teaching Gliese some basics like,Candlelight,Magelight,Oakflesh,and other harmless magics.Her mother was okay with this,it wasn't causing any trouble and Gliese loved it very much.
Until one day she put the entire village of Winterhold in danger...Gliese had learnt Flames!
Eager to fry a rabbit,the chase was on.She couldn't control her Magicka properly and instead lit the crops on fire.
Spreading to the houses,the villagers quickly tried to put the fires out.After a long struggle the fire was put at bay,with little success...
Gliese had burnt down two houses and left the village with not much food for quite awhile.
She wasn't allowed to practice magic anymore,no matter how sorry she was.the village couldn't risk another event like this.
Gliese would still practice magic in secret,getting better at it every time...
Years later
Reeh! *clink* Agh! Somebody do something!
Gliese woke up one night to the sound of what it seems to be a ferocious beast and some men in combat.
She quickly jumped out of her bed and ran outside to see what all the commotion was.
There stood,a fierce Ice Sabre attacking Winterhold.The sight was horrible,men on the ground bleeding,children screaming,
watching and couldn't do anything about it.
Gliese could not stand this,forms a ball of fire in her hands and swings it at the Sabre.
The Sabre lets out one final growl and falls to the ground.
The villagers turn to see where the ball of fire came from,and gasp.Without a word Gliese turns to the wounded and casts Healing Hands.
Were they mad?-No.
The people of Winterhold cheered with great joy!
Just then Gliese's already old mother came,hugging her daughter in tears. "You did a good thing,I am happy"
A Winterhold feast was held in honor of Gliese,the Sabre was one of the best meals they have had in a long time.
That's when she was accepted into the College of Winterhold to master her magic for her actions.
Gliese has now long left Winterhold for new adventures,meeting new friends trying to survive in this land of Skyrim.
*SWOOSH* A unbearable shriek can be hard from the other side of the mountain.
Could it be?...
A dragon?-Gliese feared.
Before I let out my outburst of amazement and applause, and all out awesomeness, please clarify a few things.
What is your actual RP Experience, because like it or not, you could have copied this from another forum or something.
And also, please make things that are very vague more easy to understand. Like "Old enough to watch over herself."
Also,update your fear, its no rumor that dragons are real, its already proved so.
Thank you.
OMGWTHDISISSOZAWESOMESAUSEDDUUUUUUUUUDUDEEEEZZZZZZ!!!!
Balten S. Melcore IGN: ejk999
Or do I like, check my Skyrim game for something lmao.
IGN:Kralion
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I am part of the RP server "VaultRP" and was also member of "Roleplay Revolution"
Why Us: The Elder Scrolls universe is vast and full of elements that allow good RP. This is one of the first servers I have found of The Elder Scrolls and I think that it can work.
Time You Can Dedicate: In 3 weeks I have holidays, so I can dedicate myself to the server almost every day.
IC
Name: Nadia Rinhoof
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
Fears: Spiders in large quantities.
Personality: Witty and charismatic even in battle. Has enough brains to know when to back down and to remain neutral.
Occupation: Hunter, farmer and explorer.
Skills: one-handed, sneak, speech, archery, lockpicking, medium armor, smithing.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Nadia is walkin through the forest humming a song when she notices a bandit camp, she quickly hides and climbs a nearby tree to get a better view*
Bandit 1: Hehe, caught about three travelers today. All of them begged for mercy and I even let one ago...as long as he gave me all his gold.
Bandit 2: Aww, arent you generous!
*Nadia prepares her bow and with one shot she pierces the throat of one of Bandit 2, he falls to the ground chokin on his own blood while the others quickly gather their weapons*
*Nadia gracefully falls down from the tree, still unoticed by the bandits and quickly rushes to one and slits his throat. This attracts the attention of the other bandits*
Nadia: Evening lads, may I say that you look like you could eat healthier? You are bleedin out quite quickly and cant even fight back!
Bandit 3: *Panicked* Ki-ki-kill her!
*All the bandits rush foward, Nadia engages them one at the time and quickly kills most of the bandits. Leavin one alive*
Bandit 1: Ple-ple-please! let me live! I swear I will never kill again!
Nadia: *Smiles* Just because I am generous I will...provided that you give me all your gold!
*Bandit 1 quickly grabs all his gold and the one of his fallen companions, gives it to Nadia and runs away*
Nadia: Huh, that chap IS generous!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Nadia was born in the forest. Her mother a Breton and her father a Bosmer. This explains why she has the looks of a Betron while having the skills of a Bosmer. Her mother died giving birth and her father looked after her dearly. He taught her almost everything she knowns, how to silently hunt animals, how to craft her own weapons and tools, how to use her blade quickly and deadly, etc. and she inherited her mothers looks, makin her able to talk her way out of most situations.
One day, Nadia and her father were in a cave lookin for a plant a man had offered a great deal of money for. Nadia, still a bit young, got lost and began callin for her father. This attracted the attention of a lot of spiders in the cave that almost killed her, leading to her aracnophobia, but her father saved her. The spiders had venom and poisoned both Nadia and her father. They only had one antivenom and Nadias father forced her to take it. Nadia quickly carried her father back to town lookin for a doctor but her fathers wound were to serious and he died. Nadia didnt cry and went back to the cave for the plant. She found it and with the money she buyed a small farm in the forests. Now she lives there, growing crops and hunting animals and occasionally going to the nearby village´s bar to get drunk
IGN: Ifrit77 (ifrit77)
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: A lot: Kingdom of Aeonis, Medieval Minecraft, Mount & Blade: Warband (another game), Fallout: War Never Changes (minecraft server)
Why Us: Skyrim Is Da Best. Also because of the RP and people.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours every day. (I Think)
IC
Name: Islovak Great-Axe
Race: Part Nord / Imperial (Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:
My bad about the giant picture! (If it's giant)
Fears: Death, Destruction of His Belongings, Torture, Giant Insects and Arachnids
Personality: Peaceful, Broad-Mind, Hard Worker, Loyal, and sometimes Angry.
Occupation: Farmer and Woodcutter outside the city of his choosing.
Skills: Two-Handed Weapons (wood-cutting), Laborer (farming and cutting wood, although the skill doesn't exist in the actually Skyrim Game), Speech.
Nickname (Optional): Farmer or Islo
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Islo: *Sitting on his porch*
Stranger: Hello!
Islo: *Sits up* Hullo. Whatdya want?
Stranger --> Bandit: Give me all of yer Septims or things er' gonna get nasty.
Islo: O dear. Well.. Umm...
Bandit: 10 Seconds before this axe is lodged into yer skull!
Islo: Calm down my fellow, one second. *Sprints off towards Whiterun
Bandit: Oi!
Islo: Sweet Talos someone help me for the love of the nine divines!
Bandit: *Lodges axe into the back of Islo repeatedly
Islo: *Dies*
Dat Roleplay example.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Islo grew up in a family of farmers that lived near Whiterun's River. Every year on a childs 18th birthday, the Great-Axes would give their young men and women a chance to go off in the world and make their own establishment or help increase the size of their own. Islo was a curious boy, instead of wrestling with his peers during non-working hours, he used his time gazing off into snowy peaks of the mountains and the green grasses of the plains and rolling hills or reading whatever books were at hand. He grew up in a humble household and lived like anyone else. The news came by and passed, the civil war, dragons, and a thief who was hanged for stealing a pair of candlesticks. This cycle of hardwork, reading, staring, and news went on until he was 18 years old.
As all children in the Great-Axe family get to do, he was given a chance to leave or to make their farm bigger. Surprisingly, Islovak left as soon as he could, with bread, a hoe, cooked vension, and a iron axe to make his home. He headed off in the direction he deemed fit, which happened to be Windhelm to the North-East. He set up a farm next to a river near Windhelm, or should it be called a shack? He lived off of the land with his trusty axe and a hand-crafted fishing rod. No use for his hoe yet. Then came along a seemingly peaceful band of wanderers. Too bad they turned out to be bandits. Although he escaped, the bandits burned his shack and took his food. Thus it came to be that Isolvak began wandering the lands of Skyrim, looking for a new home.
(Trying to keep it short and simple.)