Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive WoW RP experience that spanned over 4 years. Getting into character is an awesome experience for me!
Why Us: You guys come off as a professional server. Your rules are clear and so are your intentions. I admire a strong community like this and want to be part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am willing to put at least a couple hours each day as long as work permits.
IC
Name: Mercer Ienith
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Fears: Getting caught in the governments path. The least thing Mercer wants is getting blamed for something he did not commit.
Personality: Supportive but intuitive. Tries to tread carefully but reacts very quickly.
Skills: Mercer has taught himself the ability to read and write by stealing books from the library. He also learned how to lockpick and tread the rooftops of Italy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mercer- Goodbye Mother, I shall send you money as soon as I receive it.
Mother- Mercer, please don't leave. We can live without money as long as you work the field.
Mercer- I cannot stand just waiting on crops to grow while Devlin and Cryic just lie in bed with illness. They do not deserve this and I can't just sit here watching them die.
Mother- I beg of you, just be careful out there. Italy is an unforgiving place.
Mercer- Thank you Mother, rest assure life will get better.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mercer was born into a poor family. His father had been brutally murdered by guards who mistook him for a thief when he was 8. He had been given the responsibility to take care of his family at a very young age. Mercer learned quickly that nature was unforgiving as it often disrupted the harvest for the farm. During all this downtime where no crops grew, he took it upon himself to learn how to read and write. Mercer would often break into the local library late at night and steal books from it. Although he did such a cruel act, he made sure to always put each book back in the same spot.
While looking for a job one day, Mercer met a kind man who offered him the opportunity to be a sailor. Astonished by the offer, Mercer took the job and boarded the boat the same day. Little to his knowledge, Mercer stepped upon a slave ship. When dusk fell, Mercer had been knocked unconscious and chained up. For the next couple months, Mercer endured the waters as the ship stopped from port to port selling and "obtaining" new slaves. After a year, Mercer had been sold off at an Italian port. For the next 3 years, Mercer got whipped and was treated like dirt. After earning the trust of the slave owner, Mercer would accompany him daily on his trips to the market. On a fateful autumn night after getting home from the market, Mercer let his master go ahead of him just a bit. He then took his chains around his hands and strangled the owner to death. Mercer quickly darted out of the house and ran across town. It soon became pitch black except a bar who left it's light on. Out of sheer exhaustion, Mercer went inside the bar but soon collapsed.
Role-Play Exp.:I was part of Black, a guild in Darkfall, for 2 years or so. There I role played as a humble Dwarf ship builder descending form a poor but proud family. As a sample: Finding myself stranded on the shores of Rubaiyat, I made due with what little supplies I had. There I learned to hunt and gather. Eventually my fellow guildmates found me. Together we set up a small port town. Ever since I made ships for any man. From humble rafts to grand frigates, I crafted my guilds fleet from nothing.
Why Us: I enjoy role play quite a bit, It serves as a muse for my already love of writing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hopefully a couple of hours a day, given that I can balance this and school.
IC
Name: Cirino Ragno
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Fears:Ex-wife: Shes a vampire I say! A Vampire! I forgave her for sleeping with another man, I forgave her for stealing
my money, but when she took my horse I shall forgive her no more!
Personality: I am a kind and gentle man, willing to forgive mistakes. But don't mistake kindness for weakness, When crossed I can be vindictive and you can bet that I will seek retribution.
Skills: Therapy, Barter, Brewing and cooking.
Nickname (Optional): Ciro
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey man you closing up?" Said the drunken man. He was filthy, undergroomed, and he had the scent that could kill a pig. "Not yet, what'll it be?" I said. He stumbled up to the counter and took a seat. With his face on the bar he said "Gimme a...*hick*...ale". With no reluctance I grabbed the closest cup and filled it with my home brewed ale, slid it across the counter and watched as the man took swig after swig. I couldn't tell if her enjoyed it through his facial hair but he did order another 3 rounds. While pouring the 3rd I ask him "So what bring you here so late at night?" The man stops drinking and begins to sob. I looked at the pitiful man and put my hand oh his shoulder. I inquired "you alright?" He threw my hand off and entered a drunken rage "DONT YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" he brandished a rusty, worn excuse for a knife. "COME ANY CLOSER AND ILL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!" He shouted at me through a drunken voice. Feeling unthreatened I walked up to him and asked "what's wrong?".
Skin (Link, picture, description):I want to use the citizen skin in this game. Right now I have the Judgment tier paladin skin.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born a small village to a kind and loving mother and a sneaky sister. My father was killed when I was at a young age and being the oldest, I had to work. At the age of 14 an abusive inn keeper took me as an apprentice. There I worked long hours and received little pay. Oh how I abhorred working there. The man whipped me and treated me like a slave, hell at one point he branded me with a hot iron because his cat ran away! Then one dark night I dragged my tired body home expecting the comfort of my beautiful mother. I came home to find my mother and sister being ravaged by men who Ive never met. My mother saw me peak into the room, I saw her mouth the word "run". Not willing to let up I waited down stairs for the men to leave. Clutching my mother's knife I slit the first man's throat and entered a brawl with the other. This man was strong, he grabbed my by my throat and pinned me to the wall. Before passing out I made a strike at his throat. I remember seeing blood as I feel unconscious. I didnt know how long I was out but right after I ran to check on my mother. My sister was dead, the men choked her. My mom was in shock, lying on the ground half naked, her eyes blood shot she uttered one phrase, "Kill me". I couldn't see her like this, so I obliged. That morning I took what ever I could and burned the house. I first tasted blood at the age of 16, and I cant say I liked it. Went Northward in search of a new town where I can build a new me. I abandoned my old name and donned "Cirino" my mothers maiden name.
I wandered into a new town and decided to set up a bar. I met an old man who was willing to let me work at his inn. His name was Harold, great man dispite the fact that he had moles on his moles and hair whiter then the clouds in the sky, he was very energetic. He taught me how to brew ale, cook, and even mend wounds. He was the father that I never had. As I worked in his Inn I noticed that he was becoming weaker and weaker. Until one day, after 4 years of working there, he summoned me into his room. Knowing he didnt have much time he said to me "Ciro, you're a good man, *cough* I want you to run my Inn when Im gone" he reached for my hand "I once promised my son this Inn until he was taken from me. I took you in because you reminded me of him. Ciro, my son, take good care of her". Harold Greco died that night at the age of 60. I held his funeral a week later.
Why Us: I love the idea of being able to climb up walls and kill from the shadows
Time You Can Dedicate: about 3 hours
IC
Name: Aulus
Gender: male
Age: 25
Fears: a dishonorable death
Personality: Dedicated,Charitable,Nice
Skills: face to face combat, raiding, farming
Nickname (Optional): Aulo
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I was givin a target from an unknown source. I followed my target for a week to learn his patterns and weaknesses. I finally caught him alone and killed him with an iron sword. To be sure he was dead a cut off his head. Now i must find the man who sent me the target.
Skin (Link, picture, description): A shadey man wearing all leather and a blue hood
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
My name is Aulo. I was born in Rome, Italy. My mother and father were captured by bandits. When i was 10 I was forced to learn how to live off of the streets, I had no source of survivable. I learned to steal from the local stables and make my own weapons to fend off guards and to protect myself from rival gangs. I survived for 16 years but then i was caught red handed stealing some food. They put threatened to cut off my hands for such a mockery. The guards put their sword behind my leg and cut off some of the skin causing me to bleed. I shreeked in pain trying to stay calm. I saw out of the corner of my eye, a citizen, he looked just like me.. Poor... Uneducated... Starving. He came from behind the guard and slit his throat. I was shocked, he told me to come with him.. and so i did. He took me back to his hut somewhere over the mountains of the city. He told me to be careful and he gave me a sharp knife. I asked him his name and he replied.
The name is Oloan. He told me his story of what happend to him. His parents kicked him out for stealing Coins from His fathers chest. He has been alone sense he was 14. After many months we became close, very close. I Couldn't belive we started stealing together. Later one morning he woke me up and told me to stay here theres something going on in the town. I fell asleep hoping for the best.
Help!!!! help!!!
i awoke to my friend being stabbed in the chest by a guard. The guards knew we were hiding out and the guards knew who killed there fellow man. The guards approached me and arrested me....
I was starving...
for 3 days i hadn't eaten. They starved me and told me they would play a game.
They would set me free. the catch is...
I had 2 minutes to run... They chased after me with bows and spears. I ran through the forest dodging every obstacle! My calf was still hurting from the blade wound.I eventually found a place high in a tree and watched the guards go under.
I told myself I have to get to a new town...
It took 4 days of walking till i finally found
Italy.....
I tried my best to get a job..
and so i did. Im now working as a blacksmith for the town
Age: 12 (But I am pretty smart and mature for my age... You don't wanna know how immature others in my grade are...)
Role-Play Exp.: I have experience on roleplaying on other games, but not minecraft. But I am very good at adding little details (and big ones) to my character over time.
Why Us: The other RP server (Roleplay revolution) was a bit to strict and didn't get a response, so I came here (And I love Assasin's Creed.)
Time You Can Dedicate: Most weekdays in the after noons, and sometimes weekends. Depends if I'm playing another one of the million video games I have.
IC
Name: Perlvious Fanko
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Natural Diasasters, People from far away, and most of all, His terrible nightmares.
Personality: You never know with him. He is sometimes friendly and jolly, sometimes angry and mean, sometimes naive and suspicious.
Skills: He is very sneaky, good at pickpocketing, good with his poisoned dagger, good as persuading, really good at jumping from rooftop to rooftop to someones head, and good at acting.
Nickname (Optional): Pervy Quickhands and sometimes El Zorro. (The Fox in Spanish.)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Heh heh, you just got daggered!"
Skin (Link, picture, description): A man that looks old, a scar on one of his green eyes, a couple cuts on his arms, lightly tanned skin, and wearing black robes and hood. Skin is finished.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Perlvious was born in medieval Britain, his parents smiths. His dad also was skilled at archery. Pervy was very shy at the time, and wouldn't let anyone touch him. Later, when he grew older and lost the shy part of his personality, he went under the teachings of his father, and became very skilled at archery, though he always wanted a blade, or more specifically, a poisoned dagger. He got better and better at archery, until his parents died. His mother died of measles, and his father of smallpox. Pervy was then shipped off to Constantinople (You know, from Revalations.) and raised under a sword seller. The swords were so shiny and sharp that it made Pervy drool. But there was one sword at the shop that matched the description of his dream blade, small, sharp, and a slight bit of purple good at the tip suggested it was poisonous. He longed and wished and pleaded for that dagger year after year after year, but finally, after another ten years, he got it. He started going hunting with the sword. (But never ate the meat.) He got so good with it, he was hired by a man with a hood to kill a royal looking warrior. He fulfilled the task easily. So the man asked him to join a group called the Assasins. After that, he forgot about the maker of his dagger, and joined with no hesitation. He excelled in his group and became one of the masters. After that, he earned both of his nicknames, one from a English assasin, like him, and the other, from a Spanish assasin. You know what happened next, he led a small group and assaulted the Templars. He took down a portion of them and was forced to flee. But in that battle, his best friend was killed. So ever since, he took every chance he could get to attack them.
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive WoW RP experience that spanned over 4 years. Getting into character is an awesome experience for me!
Why Us: You guys come off as a professional server. Your rules are clear and so are your intentions. I admire a strong community like this and want to be part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am willing to put at least a couple hours each day as long as work permits.
IC
Name: Mercer Ienith
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Fears: Getting caught in the governments path. The least thing Mercer wants is getting blamed for something he did not commit.
Personality: Supportive but intuitive. Tries to tread carefully but reacts very quickly.
Skills: Mercer has taught himself the ability to read and write by stealing books from the library. He also learned how to lockpick and tread the rooftops of Italy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mercer- Goodbye Mother, I shall send you money as soon as I receive it.
Mother- Mercer, please don't leave. We can live without money as long as you work the field.
Mercer- I cannot stand just waiting on crops to grow while Devlin and Cryic just lie in bed with illness. They do not deserve this and I can't just sit here watching them die.
Mother- I beg of you, just be careful out there. Italy is an unforgiving place.
Mercer- Thank you Mother, rest assure life will get better.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mercer was born into a poor family. His father had been brutally murdered by guards who mistook him for a thief when he was 8. He had been given the responsibility to take care of his family at a very young age. Mercer learned quickly that nature was unforgiving as it often disrupted the harvest for the farm. During all this downtime where no crops grew, he took it upon himself to learn how to read and write. Mercer would often break into the local library late at night and steal books from it. Although he did such a cruel act, he made sure to always put each book back in the same spot.
While looking for a job one day, Mercer met a kind man who offered him the opportunity to be a sailor. Astonished by the offer, Mercer took the job and boarded the boat the same day. Little to his knowledge, Mercer stepped upon a slave ship. When dusk fell, Mercer had been knocked unconscious and chained up. For the next couple months, Mercer endured the waters as the ship stopped from port to port selling and "obtaining" new slaves. After a year, Mercer had been sold off at an Italian port. For the next 3 years, Mercer got whipped and was treated like dirt. After earning the trust of the slave owner, Mercer would accompany him daily on his trips to the market. On a fateful autumn night after getting home from the market, Mercer let his master go ahead of him just a bit. He then took his chains around his hands and strangled the owner to death. Mercer quickly darted out of the house and ran across town. It soon became pitch black except a bar who left it's light on. Out of sheer exhaustion, Mercer went inside the bar but soon collapsed.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/8/2011
Posts:
243
Location:
US East Coast
Minecraft:
CPCondor
Member Details
OOC
IGN: Gameguy77
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Alot. Iv'e done alot of roleplay in my time.
Why Us: You seem like you have a well balanced server. I'm also a big fan of Assasin's Creed too, and i like the idea of it in Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends on what im doing that day. With school and all i can never really tell. But if i have alot of fun, I'll try to come on As much as possible.
IC
Name: Ben Badskull
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Fears: Darkness and being overun.
Personality: Energetic and skillfull. Very fast and agile too, can put a smile on almost anyones face.
Skills: Fast and agile. Also skillful with a blade.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "We need to hunt, the Townspeople are starving. We will all be dead by the end of the winter"
Skin (Link, picture, description): I'll make a new skin just for the server. I'll tell you when im done.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ben Badskull's past was not a good one.He was born aboard a cargo ship because him parents were very poor at the time. His Father had taught him everything he knows, Swordfighting, Archery. His mother had taught him how to craft and take care of himself. His Father started a inn, and they eventually gained enough money to be a happy family.But Bens like was about to change. At the age of 14, while working the night at his Fathers inn, A group of guards rushed in the doors, knocking down pots and violently pushing over anything that was in there way. When his Father asked what was going on, the guards said he was arrested for the murder of his wife. Bens mother died when he was only 4, and he wanted to avenge her ever since. Bens Father denied the murder and the guards grabbed him by his arms. He thrased and tried to fight back, trying to kill one of the guards with a knife. Then one of the men thrusted his blade thorugh his Fathers chest. As Ben watched in horror, he ran. He had lost the guards and swore to kill whoever was rensponsible from the Death of his Family.
Ben wandered for the next 7 years. He had met a man named Arkantos, and they became great friends. Arkantos was a merchant, and was fairly rich. Ben worked for him in the small town of Rach, selling goods at the market. He had almost forgot about his past, and how he swore to kill the person responsible for the death of his Family. He didnt want to be a killer, but he knew he had a darkness inside him telling him to become an Assasin. He had said goodbye to Arkantos, who left him a book for his Journeys. Ben boarded a ship to ( The name of the spawn city i guess? ) and began a new life. Forgetting about his past and wanted to have a family of his own. But life always has suprises, and nothing is ever normal for Ben Badskull....
IGN: pawndidater2
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have any experience specifically, but I am a great actor.
Why Us: I was looking for a server, this was almost the first thing I saw, I love assassins creed, and I like role-playing
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably up to three hours a day but don't count on getting that much time.
IC (In character. This means that below this, everything is only about your character)
Name: Antonio
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Spiders, being limited of movement(ex. tied down)
Personality: Friendly, likeable
Skills: Climbing, swordplay, smart
Nickname (Optional): Tony
RP Example:
(In an alley with nobody around)
John: JUST GIMME THE KNIFE!
Tony: I told you already, I dropped it down the sewer. There's no getting it back unless you want to go and get it yourself.
John: I know you're lying, my brother said he saw you with it yesterday!
Tony: Your brother saw me with a knife I was buying to replace it.
John: LIES! It was a precious family heirloom, there's no mistaking it for a common iron utensil!
Tony:(Pulls out a knife and stabs John) You shouldn't have questioned me. I am an honest man. You spoke out of anger. This wound shouldn't be fatal, but just in case...(climbs up a nearby building)Guards! Help! I am wounded!(Runs away)
SCENE
Skin: http://i.imgur.com/uYAn6.png
Backstory: Tony knows nothing about his family. All he knows is that he was adopted by a rich family before his first birthday. He grew up spoiled, but somehow never satisfied. He was never very close with his adopted family. When he was 20 he decided that life was too easy, and that he wanted a challenge. He left home with nothing but the clothes on his back and his first name. With no real morals or a good sense of empathy, the world was whatever he wanted. After becoming a (faction) he never looked back.
IGN: Cyb0rg
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: none
Why Us: I love assasins creed
Time You Can Dedicate: 24/7
IC
Name: Cyb0rg
Gender: male
Age: 14
Fears: falling
Personality: relaxed
Skills: crafting
Nickname (Optional): Rogue
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ?
Skin (Link, picture, description): a gren hooded rogue with green eyes
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
You did a VERY good job if you were trolling
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Nod at the bird and people die, Every where people Die.........
-Tobuscus
IGN: Princeboo23 (I think im supposed to put my mincraft name)
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: About 300 hours or more, most with my two best friends
Why Us:I was looking for a great server and ive always loved roleplaying and assassin's creed
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe 2-4 hours a week and up to 20 on the weekend
IC
Name: Ari
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Fears: spiders
Personality: Kind, mute person who hates Templars and will never forgive them
Skills: Silence, speed, agility, and killing Templars
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When i was a young kid Templar attacked my town and burned it and everyone along with it, i watched as they killed my mother and sister, since my dad died before i was born i was left with nothing. That night i killed 5 Templars, and lived out 8 years of my life killing every Templar that had to do with that raid, and anyone associated with it. Ever since that night I've never spoken a word silence forever by the screams from my village. I still walk to this day sworn to kill every Templar i see and never forgive them for what they've done. I'm wanted in 5 major cities and 12 Templar villages.
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Role-playing experience: Not a lot but i play a lot of role-playing games
Why us: I have always been a fan of assassin's creed and role-playing games so i think it would be fun to combine the two.
Time you can dedicate: On weekdays about two hours, but on weekends about 3 to 5 hours.
IC
Name: Athos Rizzo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Mental asylums and prisons
Personality: Mature and resourceful. Always well planned and quick-thinking.
Skills: Coming up with plans without the help of others. Silent and deadly.
Nickname(Optional): None
RP Example: "What is it that I have to do?"
"You must recover the lost papers I've prepared for the mayor. It is important that this is done or the entire city will be in chaos!"
"Not a problem. It will get done."
Skin (Link, picture, description): A normal looking man with a brown coat and short, black hair. Also with earth tone pants.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Athos lived a small town life with his parents on the family farm that his family has owned for generations. The templars threatened Athos' family, forcing them to pay for "protection". One summer, there was a drought and their crops did not grow and were unable to pay the templars. The templars then took Athos' parents and put them in jail, where they stayed the rest for their life. Athos then walked from city to city looking for a job so he can start a new life. While on the streets, Athos learned to wield a sword, shoot a bow, to sneak and hide, and to steal. While in Pisa looking for a job, a family living there decided to take Athos in and have him work at their shop. While there, Athos promised to avenge his parents by destroying the Templar Order. He then left Pisa in search of ways to fulfill his promise to his parents and bring honor back to his name.
(I am willing to be whatever job you want me to be except a Courtesan and a Mercenary)
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Role-Play Exp.: Much. I have been on many RP servers and love it.
Why Us: I love AC and everything about it. I also love minecraft and everything about it. With these two things together on this server I just have to be on it.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day
IC
Name: Giovanni Benedeti
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Fears: Spiders
Personality: Brave, kind, intelligent, and resourceful
Skills: Tracking, climbing, and thievery.
Nickname (Optional): Giovanni
RP Example (Add Dialogue): me-red other person-blue.
"So I heard you had a job for me."
"Yes, yes I do."
"So then what will it be this time?"
"I need some files retrieved from Jacque Vesques."
"Where will I find him?"
"Around mid-day he leaves his office by the old church for a walk. Get the files then"
"Consider it done."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Growing up Giovanni had it tough. His parents hated him and he hated them. When he was about 10 he started getting to trouble for thievery and vandalism. His parents would punish him for this resulting in like long scars. When he had first started to steal he would only do small robberies such as pick pocketing some money from a passerby or snagging a loaf of bread from the food merchant. But as he got older he would start stealing more. He would steal from the merchant shop down across form his home Sometimes taking up to 100. When he turned 16 he started selling himself out to people if they needed something stolen. After a short while he was one of the most well known thieves on his side of town. And because him being so well known he got more business and was able to buy a lock picking kit. From the smith. With this he could do so much more. Unfortunately one night when he was trying to break into a merchants shop a guard was walking by and caught him. He was thrown in jail for 8 years. He is now 25 and being released from jail. He swore to the guards that he would never steal again, but unfortunately for them he lied and continued with thievery and rebuilt his reputation*.
TOO MANY APPLICATIONS! I can't go through them all. Also, I'm thinking of changing my RP Character from an assassin to a wizard kinda guy who makes potions. Thoughts?
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TOO MANY APPLICATIONS! I can't go through them all. Also, I'm thinking of changing my RP Character from an assassin to a wizard kinda guy who makes potions. Thoughts?
I've posted my application 4 or 5 times so I think I deserve to have mine checked. Also if anybody's gonna be a wizard type guy it's gonna be ME!
OOC
IGN:Pureowner7724
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Eversince I was about 8-ish I've rped. It does sound strange,but it must be true since I have this sort of grammar! So about..six years? About two servers
Why Us:An Assassins Creed rp? On Minecraft!? With the overload of amazment and glee I'd be surpise if I could finish this se-
Time You Can Dedicate:All other servers I previously played with are now down,sadly. So about a large chunk of my time will be dedicated. Perhaps 3-6 hours on a daily basis.
IC
Name:Charles
Gender:Male
Age:34
Fears:Templars and dying alone.
Personality:Mostly to himself,secluded and a bit of an outcast from society
Skills:Well under pressure,able to think up plans on the spot,a bit light on his feet.
Nickname (Optional):Silence
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"C-Charles! We need to get out of here! A patrol is on the way!" The new thief said. "I've done this most of my life,and I'll be damned if we don't get all that gold!" He yelled back,sprinting across the rooftop and diving off,archers fully aware of him now and alerting the guards. Charles quickly tore off his clothing,now in different,much more civil clothing. "Learn from the pro,kiddo." He chuckled softly at the new thief,still dazed from the fall.
Skin (Link, picture, description):http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/peasant-307456/
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Charles was born in the large city,abundant with buildings and towers,a freerunners fantasy. His father,a horrible father,always oblivious of what was around him and where his son was,like he cared. Charles began to run,like the thiefs and assassins did. He didn't know any better,he didn't even know what they were doing was bad. So he did it. As he grew older he understood that this was bad,although it was all he knew.
In his teenage to young adult years he attempted to give up this life,traveling from city to city,yet his bounties followed him. Charles eventually gave up on this around 23 years old. Templars. Templars was the reason why all this was happening. They made the bounties! It was the only reasonable answer...
TOO MANY APPLICATIONS! I can't go through them all. Also, I'm thinking of changing my RP Character from an assassin to a wizard kinda guy who makes potions. Thoughts?
Wizard sounds awesome go for it!
I also need a bit of help, I was accepted on pg. 288 but I'm still not white-listed :sad.gif:
Please help if you can!
IGN: Aiden_AJK
Can't wait to start playing :biggrin.gif:
EDIT: Had to take all those re-posts, it was due to lag.
GrayeWolf!!!!!
Can you please help me get whitelisted? Was accepted on pg. 288 but can't seem to get on :sad.gif:
I'm excited to get on here :smile.gif:
EDIT: It says i'm not whitelisted when i was accepted is what i mean.
Skills: Stealth, sleight of hand, pickpocketing, information broker.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"MEAT! Get your fresh beef here!" A man with a black cape walks up to my stall. His face is covered by his hood so i can't quite see his eyes. "Sir, would you be interested in a fresh leg of lamb?" No response, so i speak up. "Sir, I have fresh sausages for a good price." The man continues to look off to my right and simply holds up his hand to silence me. I look to my right and see a group of templar soldiers. "Is there anythi-" When i look back the man is already gone. Dissapointed that I missed a sale, i get back to my work.
Skin (Link, picture, description): Slick, long black hair tied in a ponytail and sport a goatee. Tall and slim in build. Brown eyes and always has a grim expression. Wears a dark cloak.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was raised by my mother in the poor districts of the city. My father left us when I was 2 so I didnt have any memory of him. My mother loved me and took care of me as best as she could even though we had little money to spare. When I was 6 I stole my first loaf of bread. The fat merchant chased me for 2 block till i lost him in the alleys. I learned then that in order to survive i would have to steal more. My mother was sickly and frail and had trouble finding work. I gave her anything i could get my hands on. She spoke of my father with love in her voice but wouldn't tell me anything about my father or why he left us. One day as I was following a rich merchant through the crowded streets, my mother ran up to me and pulled me aside. She seemed flustered and told me that they found out the identity of my father and that we had to run away. Thats when the guards came to take my mother. They grabbbed her and took her away. She yelled and told me to run so thats what i did until i could run no longer. I cried myself to sleep that night and swore that never again will i let those i love be taken away from me. As i grew older i honed my thieving skills and spied on court officials so i could sell the information to those with fat enough pockets. Only when i was 17 did i learn the true identity of my father (assassin) and those who took my mother (templars). I still never forgave my father for leaving but i swore to try and take down the templars. *
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive WoW RP experience that spanned over 4 years. Getting into character is an awesome experience for me!
Why Us: You guys come off as a professional server. Your rules are clear and so are your intentions. I admire a strong community like this and want to be part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am willing to put at least a couple hours each day as long as work permits.
IC
Name: Mercer Ienith
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Fears: Getting caught in the governments path. The least thing Mercer wants is getting blamed for something he did not commit.
Personality: Supportive but intuitive. Tries to tread carefully but reacts very quickly.
Skills: Mercer has taught himself the ability to read and write by stealing books from the library. He also learned how to lockpick and tread the rooftops of Italy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mercer- Goodbye Mother, I shall send you money as soon as I receive it.
Mother- Mercer, please don't leave. We can live without money as long as you work the field.
Mercer- I cannot stand just waiting on crops to grow while Devlin and Cryic just lie in bed with illness. They do not deserve this and I can't just sit here watching them die.
Mother- I beg of you, just be careful out there. Italy is an unforgiving place.
Mercer- Thank you Mother, rest assure life will get better.
Skin (Link, picture, description): I will be using the standard thief skin unless otherwise. http://s3.amazonaws....54052185108.png
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mercer was born into a poor family. His father had been brutally murdered by guards who mistook him for a thief when he was 8. He had been given the responsibility to take care of his family at a very young age. Mercer learned quickly that nature was unforgiving as it often disrupted the harvest for the farm. During all this downtime where no crops grew, he took it upon himself to learn how to read and write. Mercer would often break into the local library late at night and steal books from it. Although he did such a cruel act, he made sure to always put each book back in the same spot.
While looking for a job one day, Mercer met a kind man who offered him the opportunity to be a sailor. Astonished by the offer, Mercer took the job and boarded the boat the same day. Little to his knowledge, Mercer stepped upon a slave ship. When dusk fell, Mercer had been knocked unconscious and chained up. For the next couple months, Mercer endured the waters as the ship stopped from port to port selling and "obtaining" new slaves. After a year, Mercer had been sold off at an Italian port. For the next 3 years, Mercer got whipped and was treated like dirt. After earning the trust of the slave owner, Mercer would accompany him daily on his trips to the market. On a fateful autumn night after getting home from the market, Mercer let his master go ahead of him just a bit. He then took his chains around his hands and strangled the owner to death. Mercer quickly darted out of the house and ran across town. It soon became pitch black except a bar who left it's light on. Out of sheer exhaustion, Mercer went inside the bar but soon collapsed.
(I am willing to be a thief or citizen)
*
IGN: dark824
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.:I was part of Black, a guild in Darkfall, for 2 years or so. There I role played as a humble Dwarf ship builder descending form a poor but proud family. As a sample: Finding myself stranded on the shores of Rubaiyat, I made due with what little supplies I had. There I learned to hunt and gather. Eventually my fellow guildmates found me. Together we set up a small port town. Ever since I made ships for any man. From humble rafts to grand frigates, I crafted my guilds fleet from nothing.
Why Us: I enjoy role play quite a bit, It serves as a muse for my already love of writing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hopefully a couple of hours a day, given that I can balance this and school.
IC
Name: Cirino Ragno
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Fears:Ex-wife: Shes a vampire I say! A Vampire! I forgave her for sleeping with another man, I forgave her for stealing
my money, but when she took my horse I shall forgive her no more!
Personality: I am a kind and gentle man, willing to forgive mistakes. But don't mistake kindness for weakness, When crossed I can be vindictive and you can bet that I will seek retribution.
Skills: Therapy, Barter, Brewing and cooking.
Nickname (Optional): Ciro
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey man you closing up?" Said the drunken man. He was filthy, undergroomed, and he had the scent that could kill a pig. "Not yet, what'll it be?" I said. He stumbled up to the counter and took a seat. With his face on the bar he said "Gimme a...*hick*...ale". With no reluctance I grabbed the closest cup and filled it with my home brewed ale, slid it across the counter and watched as the man took swig after swig. I couldn't tell if her enjoyed it through his facial hair but he did order another 3 rounds. While pouring the 3rd I ask him "So what bring you here so late at night?" The man stops drinking and begins to sob. I looked at the pitiful man and put my hand oh his shoulder. I inquired "you alright?" He threw my hand off and entered a drunken rage "DONT YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" he brandished a rusty, worn excuse for a knife. "COME ANY CLOSER AND ILL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!" He shouted at me through a drunken voice. Feeling unthreatened I walked up to him and asked "what's wrong?".
Skin (Link, picture, description):I want to use the citizen skin in this game. Right now I have the Judgment tier paladin skin.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born a small village to a kind and loving mother and a sneaky sister. My father was killed when I was at a young age and being the oldest, I had to work. At the age of 14 an abusive inn keeper took me as an apprentice. There I worked long hours and received little pay. Oh how I abhorred working there. The man whipped me and treated me like a slave, hell at one point he branded me with a hot iron because his cat ran away! Then one dark night I dragged my tired body home expecting the comfort of my beautiful mother. I came home to find my mother and sister being ravaged by men who Ive never met. My mother saw me peak into the room, I saw her mouth the word "run". Not willing to let up I waited down stairs for the men to leave. Clutching my mother's knife I slit the first man's throat and entered a brawl with the other. This man was strong, he grabbed my by my throat and pinned me to the wall. Before passing out I made a strike at his throat. I remember seeing blood as I feel unconscious. I didnt know how long I was out but right after I ran to check on my mother. My sister was dead, the men choked her. My mom was in shock, lying on the ground half naked, her eyes blood shot she uttered one phrase, "Kill me". I couldn't see her like this, so I obliged. That morning I took what ever I could and burned the house. I first tasted blood at the age of 16, and I cant say I liked it. Went Northward in search of a new town where I can build a new me. I abandoned my old name and donned "Cirino" my mothers maiden name.
I wandered into a new town and decided to set up a bar. I met an old man who was willing to let me work at his inn. His name was Harold, great man dispite the fact that he had moles on his moles and hair whiter then the clouds in the sky, he was very energetic. He taught me how to brew ale, cook, and even mend wounds. He was the father that I never had. As I worked in his Inn I noticed that he was becoming weaker and weaker. Until one day, after 4 years of working there, he summoned me into his room. Knowing he didnt have much time he said to me "Ciro, you're a good man, *cough* I want you to run my Inn when Im gone" he reached for my hand "I once promised my son this Inn until he was taken from me. I took you in because you reminded me of him. Ciro, my son, take good care of her". Harold Greco died that night at the age of 60. I held his funeral a week later.
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Can you please white-list me? I was accepted on pg. 288 but the server says i'm still not white-listed
Thanks!
IGN: Aiden_AJK
IGN:knockemupninja
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 4 servers.
Why Us: I love the idea of being able to climb up walls and kill from the shadows
Time You Can Dedicate: about 3 hours
IC
Name: Aulus
Gender: male
Age: 25
Fears: a dishonorable death
Personality: Dedicated,Charitable,Nice
Skills: face to face combat, raiding, farming
Nickname (Optional): Aulo
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I was givin a target from an unknown source. I followed my target for a week to learn his patterns and weaknesses. I finally caught him alone and killed him with an iron sword. To be sure he was dead a cut off his head. Now i must find the man who sent me the target.
Skin (Link, picture, description): A shadey man wearing all leather and a blue hood
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
My name is Aulo. I was born in Rome, Italy. My mother and father were captured by bandits. When i was 10 I was forced to learn how to live off of the streets, I had no source of survivable. I learned to steal from the local stables and make my own weapons to fend off guards and to protect myself from rival gangs. I survived for 16 years but then i was caught red handed stealing some food. They put threatened to cut off my hands for such a mockery. The guards put their sword behind my leg and cut off some of the skin causing me to bleed. I shreeked in pain trying to stay calm. I saw out of the corner of my eye, a citizen, he looked just like me.. Poor... Uneducated... Starving. He came from behind the guard and slit his throat. I was shocked, he told me to come with him.. and so i did. He took me back to his hut somewhere over the mountains of the city. He told me to be careful and he gave me a sharp knife. I asked him his name and he replied.
The name is Oloan. He told me his story of what happend to him. His parents kicked him out for stealing Coins from His fathers chest. He has been alone sense he was 14. After many months we became close, very close. I Couldn't belive we started stealing together. Later one morning he woke me up and told me to stay here theres something going on in the town. I fell asleep hoping for the best.
Help!!!! help!!!
i awoke to my friend being stabbed in the chest by a guard. The guards knew we were hiding out and the guards knew who killed there fellow man. The guards approached me and arrested me....
I was starving...
for 3 days i hadn't eaten. They starved me and told me they would play a game.
They would set me free. the catch is...
I had 2 minutes to run... They chased after me with bows and spears. I ran through the forest dodging every obstacle! My calf was still hurting from the blade wound.I eventually found a place high in a tree and watched the guards go under.
I told myself I have to get to a new town...
It took 4 days of walking till i finally found
Italy.....
I tried my best to get a job..
and so i did. Im now working as a blacksmith for the town
*
Age: 12 (But I am pretty smart and mature for my age... You don't wanna know how immature others in my grade are...)
Role-Play Exp.: I have experience on roleplaying on other games, but not minecraft. But I am very good at adding little details (and big ones) to my character over time.
Why Us: The other RP server (Roleplay revolution) was a bit to strict and didn't get a response, so I came here (And I love Assasin's Creed.)
Time You Can Dedicate: Most weekdays in the after noons, and sometimes weekends. Depends if I'm playing another one of the million video games I have.
IC
Name: Perlvious Fanko
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Natural Diasasters, People from far away, and most of all, His terrible nightmares.
Personality: You never know with him. He is sometimes friendly and jolly, sometimes angry and mean, sometimes naive and suspicious.
Skills: He is very sneaky, good at pickpocketing, good with his poisoned dagger, good as persuading, really good at jumping from rooftop to rooftop to someones head, and good at acting.
Nickname (Optional): Pervy Quickhands and sometimes El Zorro. (The Fox in Spanish.)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Heh heh, you just got daggered!"
Skin (Link, picture, description): A man that looks old, a scar on one of his green eyes, a couple cuts on his arms, lightly tanned skin, and wearing black robes and hood. Skin is finished.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Perlvious was born in medieval Britain, his parents smiths. His dad also was skilled at archery. Pervy was very shy at the time, and wouldn't let anyone touch him. Later, when he grew older and lost the shy part of his personality, he went under the teachings of his father, and became very skilled at archery, though he always wanted a blade, or more specifically, a poisoned dagger. He got better and better at archery, until his parents died. His mother died of measles, and his father of smallpox. Pervy was then shipped off to Constantinople (You know, from Revalations.) and raised under a sword seller. The swords were so shiny and sharp that it made Pervy drool. But there was one sword at the shop that matched the description of his dream blade, small, sharp, and a slight bit of purple good at the tip suggested it was poisonous. He longed and wished and pleaded for that dagger year after year after year, but finally, after another ten years, he got it. He started going hunting with the sword. (But never ate the meat.) He got so good with it, he was hired by a man with a hood to kill a royal looking warrior. He fulfilled the task easily. So the man asked him to join a group called the Assasins. After that, he forgot about the maker of his dagger, and joined with no hesitation. He excelled in his group and became one of the masters. After that, he earned both of his nicknames, one from a English assasin, like him, and the other, from a Spanish assasin. You know what happened next, he led a small group and assaulted the Templars. He took down a portion of them and was forced to flee. But in that battle, his best friend was killed. So ever since, he took every chance he could get to attack them.
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive WoW RP experience that spanned over 4 years. Getting into character is an awesome experience for me!
Why Us: You guys come off as a professional server. Your rules are clear and so are your intentions. I admire a strong community like this and want to be part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am willing to put at least a couple hours each day as long as work permits.
IC
Name: Mercer Ienith
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Fears: Getting caught in the governments path. The least thing Mercer wants is getting blamed for something he did not commit.
Personality: Supportive but intuitive. Tries to tread carefully but reacts very quickly.
Skills: Mercer has taught himself the ability to read and write by stealing books from the library. He also learned how to lockpick and tread the rooftops of Italy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mercer- Goodbye Mother, I shall send you money as soon as I receive it.
Mother- Mercer, please don't leave. We can live without money as long as you work the field.
Mercer- I cannot stand just waiting on crops to grow while Devlin and Cryic just lie in bed with illness. They do not deserve this and I can't just sit here watching them die.
Mother- I beg of you, just be careful out there. Italy is an unforgiving place.
Mercer- Thank you Mother, rest assure life will get better.
Skin (Link, picture, description): I will be using the standard thief skin unless otherwise. http://s3.amazonaws....54052185108.png
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mercer was born into a poor family. His father had been brutally murdered by guards who mistook him for a thief when he was 8. He had been given the responsibility to take care of his family at a very young age. Mercer learned quickly that nature was unforgiving as it often disrupted the harvest for the farm. During all this downtime where no crops grew, he took it upon himself to learn how to read and write. Mercer would often break into the local library late at night and steal books from it. Although he did such a cruel act, he made sure to always put each book back in the same spot.
While looking for a job one day, Mercer met a kind man who offered him the opportunity to be a sailor. Astonished by the offer, Mercer took the job and boarded the boat the same day. Little to his knowledge, Mercer stepped upon a slave ship. When dusk fell, Mercer had been knocked unconscious and chained up. For the next couple months, Mercer endured the waters as the ship stopped from port to port selling and "obtaining" new slaves. After a year, Mercer had been sold off at an Italian port. For the next 3 years, Mercer got whipped and was treated like dirt. After earning the trust of the slave owner, Mercer would accompany him daily on his trips to the market. On a fateful autumn night after getting home from the market, Mercer let his master go ahead of him just a bit. He then took his chains around his hands and strangled the owner to death. Mercer quickly darted out of the house and ran across town. It soon became pitch black except a bar who left it's light on. Out of sheer exhaustion, Mercer went inside the bar but soon collapsed.
(I am willing to be a thief or citizen)
*
IGN: Gameguy77
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Alot. Iv'e done alot of roleplay in my time.
Why Us: You seem like you have a well balanced server. I'm also a big fan of Assasin's Creed too, and i like the idea of it in Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends on what im doing that day. With school and all i can never really tell. But if i have alot of fun, I'll try to come on As much as possible.
IC
Name: Ben Badskull
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Fears: Darkness and being overun.
Personality: Energetic and skillfull. Very fast and agile too, can put a smile on almost anyones face.
Skills: Fast and agile. Also skillful with a blade.
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "We need to hunt, the Townspeople are starving. We will all be dead by the end of the winter"
Skin (Link, picture, description): I'll make a new skin just for the server. I'll tell you when im done.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ben Badskull's past was not a good one.He was born aboard a cargo ship because him parents were very poor at the time. His Father had taught him everything he knows, Swordfighting, Archery. His mother had taught him how to craft and take care of himself. His Father started a inn, and they eventually gained enough money to be a happy family.But Bens like was about to change. At the age of 14, while working the night at his Fathers inn, A group of guards rushed in the doors, knocking down pots and violently pushing over anything that was in there way. When his Father asked what was going on, the guards said he was arrested for the murder of his wife. Bens mother died when he was only 4, and he wanted to avenge her ever since. Bens Father denied the murder and the guards grabbed him by his arms. He thrased and tried to fight back, trying to kill one of the guards with a knife. Then one of the men thrusted his blade thorugh his Fathers chest. As Ben watched in horror, he ran. He had lost the guards and swore to kill whoever was rensponsible from the Death of his Family.
Ben wandered for the next 7 years. He had met a man named Arkantos, and they became great friends. Arkantos was a merchant, and was fairly rich. Ben worked for him in the small town of Rach, selling goods at the market. He had almost forgot about his past, and how he swore to kill the person responsible for the death of his Family. He didnt want to be a killer, but he knew he had a darkness inside him telling him to become an Assasin. He had said goodbye to Arkantos, who left him a book for his Journeys. Ben boarded a ship to ( The name of the spawn city i guess? ) and began a new life. Forgetting about his past and wanted to have a family of his own. But life always has suprises, and nothing is ever normal for Ben Badskull....
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IGN: pawndidater2
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have any experience specifically, but I am a great actor.
Why Us: I was looking for a server, this was almost the first thing I saw, I love assassins creed, and I like role-playing
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably up to three hours a day but don't count on getting that much time.
IC (In character. This means that below this, everything is only about your character)
Name: Antonio
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Spiders, being limited of movement(ex. tied down)
Personality: Friendly, likeable
Skills: Climbing, swordplay, smart
Nickname (Optional): Tony
RP Example:
(In an alley with nobody around)
John: JUST GIMME THE KNIFE!
Tony: I told you already, I dropped it down the sewer. There's no getting it back unless you want to go and get it yourself.
John: I know you're lying, my brother said he saw you with it yesterday!
Tony: Your brother saw me with a knife I was buying to replace it.
John: LIES! It was a precious family heirloom, there's no mistaking it for a common iron utensil!
Tony:(Pulls out a knife and stabs John) You shouldn't have questioned me. I am an honest man. You spoke out of anger. This wound shouldn't be fatal, but just in case...(climbs up a nearby building)Guards! Help! I am wounded!(Runs away)
SCENE
Skin: http://i.imgur.com/uYAn6.png
Backstory: Tony knows nothing about his family. All he knows is that he was adopted by a rich family before his first birthday. He grew up spoiled, but somehow never satisfied. He was never very close with his adopted family. When he was 20 he decided that life was too easy, and that he wanted a challenge. He left home with nothing but the clothes on his back and his first name. With no real morals or a good sense of empathy, the world was whatever he wanted. After becoming a (faction) he never looked back.
Somebody look at this NOW please!
You did a VERY good job if you were trolling
-Tobuscus
IGN: Princeboo23 (I think im supposed to put my mincraft name)
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: About 300 hours or more, most with my two best friends
Why Us:I was looking for a great server and ive always loved roleplaying and assassin's creed
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe 2-4 hours a week and up to 20 on the weekend
IC
Name: Ari
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Fears: spiders
Personality: Kind, mute person who hates Templars and will never forgive them
Skills: Silence, speed, agility, and killing Templars
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Templar grab's my mom, i tackle him, right after he kills her, he starts laughing as he tries to kill me, "Hahahaha, Little boy trying to save your mommy?" I jump on to his head and stare him in the eyes and say, "Yes" I snap his neck and leave him there. I run over to my mom and just sit there weeping and have never spoken a word since.
Skin (Link, picture, description): I had white-tan with jet black hair and icy blue eyes
http://www.planetminecraft.com/download.php?file=/home/planetmi/public_html///files/resource_media/skin/1137/editing-endermen-hunter.png&name=editing-endermen-hunter.png
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When i was a young kid Templar attacked my town and burned it and everyone along with it, i watched as they killed my mother and sister, since my dad died before i was born i was left with nothing. That night i killed 5 Templars, and lived out 8 years of my life killing every Templar that had to do with that raid, and anyone associated with it. Ever since that night I've never spoken a word silence forever by the screams from my village. I still walk to this day sworn to kill every Templar i see and never forgive them for what they've done. I'm wanted in 5 major cities and 12 Templar villages.
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Age: 15
Role-playing experience: Not a lot but i play a lot of role-playing games
Why us: I have always been a fan of assassin's creed and role-playing games so i think it would be fun to combine the two.
Time you can dedicate: On weekdays about two hours, but on weekends about 3 to 5 hours.
IC
Name: Athos Rizzo
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Fears: Mental asylums and prisons
Personality: Mature and resourceful. Always well planned and quick-thinking.
Skills: Coming up with plans without the help of others. Silent and deadly.
Nickname(Optional): None
RP Example: "What is it that I have to do?"
"You must recover the lost papers I've prepared for the mayor. It is important that this is done or the entire city will be in chaos!"
"Not a problem. It will get done."
Skin (Link, picture, description): A normal looking man with a brown coat and short, black hair. Also with earth tone pants.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Athos lived a small town life with his parents on the family farm that his family has owned for generations. The templars threatened Athos' family, forcing them to pay for "protection". One summer, there was a drought and their crops did not grow and were unable to pay the templars. The templars then took Athos' parents and put them in jail, where they stayed the rest for their life. Athos then walked from city to city looking for a job so he can start a new life. While on the streets, Athos learned to wield a sword, shoot a bow, to sneak and hide, and to steal. While in Pisa looking for a job, a family living there decided to take Athos in and have him work at their shop. While there, Athos promised to avenge his parents by destroying the Templar Order. He then left Pisa in search of ways to fulfill his promise to his parents and bring honor back to his name.
(I am willing to be whatever job you want me to be except a Courtesan and a Mercenary)
*
IGN: xXMapleGloryXx
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Much. I have been on many RP servers and love it.
Why Us: I love AC and everything about it. I also love minecraft and everything about it. With these two things together on this server I just have to be on it.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day
IC
Name: Giovanni Benedeti
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Fears: Spiders
Personality: Brave, kind, intelligent, and resourceful
Skills: Tracking, climbing, and thievery.
Nickname (Optional): Giovanni
RP Example (Add Dialogue): me-red other person-blue.
"So I heard you had a job for me."
"Yes, yes I do."
"So then what will it be this time?"
"I need some files retrieved from Jacque Vesques."
"Where will I find him?"
"Around mid-day he leaves his office by the old church for a walk. Get the files then"
"Consider it done."
Skin (Link, picture, description): My skin
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Growing up Giovanni had it tough. His parents hated him and he hated them. When he was about 10 he started getting to trouble for thievery and vandalism. His parents would punish him for this resulting in like long scars. When he had first started to steal he would only do small robberies such as pick pocketing some money from a passerby or snagging a loaf of bread from the food merchant. But as he got older he would start stealing more. He would steal from the merchant shop down across form his home Sometimes taking up to 100. When he turned 16 he started selling himself out to people if they needed something stolen. After a short while he was one of the most well known thieves on his side of town. And because him being so well known he got more business and was able to buy a lock picking kit. From the smith. With this he could do so much more. Unfortunately one night when he was trying to break into a merchants shop a guard was walking by and caught him. He was thrown in jail for 8 years. He is now 25 and being released from jail. He swore to the guards that he would never steal again, but unfortunately for them he lied and continued with thievery and rebuilt his reputation*.
Click above for my Texture Pack ModernCraft. (Yes I updated it.)
I've posted my application 4 or 5 times so I think I deserve to have mine checked. Also if anybody's gonna be a wizard type guy it's gonna be ME!
Edit: GASP! 291 is mine! Uhhhh... checkmate.
IGN:Pureowner7724
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Eversince I was about 8-ish I've rped. It does sound strange,but it must be true since I have this sort of grammar! So about..six years? About two servers
Why Us:An Assassins Creed rp? On Minecraft!? With the overload of amazment and glee I'd be surpise if I could finish this se-
Time You Can Dedicate:All other servers I previously played with are now down,sadly. So about a large chunk of my time will be dedicated. Perhaps 3-6 hours on a daily basis.
IC
Name:Charles
Gender:Male
Age:34
Fears:Templars and dying alone.
Personality:Mostly to himself,secluded and a bit of an outcast from society
Skills:Well under pressure,able to think up plans on the spot,a bit light on his feet.
Nickname (Optional):Silence
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"C-Charles! We need to get out of here! A patrol is on the way!" The new thief said. "I've done this most of my life,and I'll be damned if we don't get all that gold!" He yelled back,sprinting across the rooftop and diving off,archers fully aware of him now and alerting the guards. Charles quickly tore off his clothing,now in different,much more civil clothing. "Learn from the pro,kiddo." He chuckled softly at the new thief,still dazed from the fall.
Skin (Link, picture, description):http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/peasant-307456/
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Charles was born in the large city,abundant with buildings and towers,a freerunners fantasy. His father,a horrible father,always oblivious of what was around him and where his son was,like he cared. Charles began to run,like the thiefs and assassins did. He didn't know any better,he didn't even know what they were doing was bad. So he did it. As he grew older he understood that this was bad,although it was all he knew.
In his teenage to young adult years he attempted to give up this life,traveling from city to city,yet his bounties followed him. Charles eventually gave up on this around 23 years old. Templars. Templars was the reason why all this was happening. They made the bounties! It was the only reasonable answer...
Wizard sounds awesome go for it!
I also need a bit of help, I was accepted on pg. 288 but I'm still not white-listed :sad.gif:
Please help if you can!
IGN: Aiden_AJK
Can't wait to start playing :biggrin.gif:
EDIT: Had to take all those re-posts, it was due to lag.
For paving.
Click above for my Texture Pack ModernCraft. (Yes I updated it.)
Can you please help me get whitelisted? Was accepted on pg. 288 but can't seem to get on :sad.gif:
I'm excited to get on here :smile.gif:
EDIT: It says i'm not whitelisted when i was accepted is what i mean.
IGN: LeGooch
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Average. I tried a role play server on WoW but i also liked the RP guild i was in for Rift.
Why Us: Played each of the Assassins Creed games and loved them all.
Time You Can Dedicate: I'm a college student so it depends. Usually about 2-5 hours daily, more on weekends.
IC
Name: Tasso (italian for badger)
My character is based off La Volpe.
Gender: male
Age: 27
Fears: losing those i care about
Personality: Cool, calm, collected. Always plans ahead.
Skills: Stealth, sleight of hand, pickpocketing, information broker.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"MEAT! Get your fresh beef here!" A man with a black cape walks up to my stall. His face is covered by his hood so i can't quite see his eyes. "Sir, would you be interested in a fresh leg of lamb?" No response, so i speak up. "Sir, I have fresh sausages for a good price." The man continues to look off to my right and simply holds up his hand to silence me. I look to my right and see a group of templar soldiers. "Is there anythi-" When i look back the man is already gone. Dissapointed that I missed a sale, i get back to my work.
Skin (Link, picture, description): Slick, long black hair tied in a ponytail and sport a goatee. Tall and slim in build. Brown eyes and always has a grim expression. Wears a dark cloak.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was raised by my mother in the poor districts of the city. My father left us when I was 2 so I didnt have any memory of him. My mother loved me and took care of me as best as she could even though we had little money to spare. When I was 6 I stole my first loaf of bread. The fat merchant chased me for 2 block till i lost him in the alleys. I learned then that in order to survive i would have to steal more. My mother was sickly and frail and had trouble finding work. I gave her anything i could get my hands on. She spoke of my father with love in her voice but wouldn't tell me anything about my father or why he left us. One day as I was following a rich merchant through the crowded streets, my mother ran up to me and pulled me aside. She seemed flustered and told me that they found out the identity of my father and that we had to run away. Thats when the guards came to take my mother. They grabbbed her and took her away. She yelled and told me to run so thats what i did until i could run no longer. I cried myself to sleep that night and swore that never again will i let those i love be taken away from me. As i grew older i honed my thieving skills and spied on court officials so i could sell the information to those with fat enough pockets. Only when i was 17 did i learn the true identity of my father (assassin) and those who took my mother (templars). I still never forgave my father for leaving but i swore to try and take down the templars. *