Are you a good architect?: I'd give myself a strong 5/10. In all seriousness though, people tend to like what I make and anything I'm unhappy with I redo.
Any role-playing experience? Yep
Have you read the General Rules above?: you bet your schnitzel I have
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Uhh... yeah, actually. I just checked 'em out, they look like a fun read.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? I think I'm pretty fun to play with, I've got a weird habit of leaving hidden and strange (but aesthetically pleasing) structures around the world without taking credit, which people tend to enjoy. Dunno? I feel weird selling myself to get on a server but I always try to make a positive impact on any server I play on.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 87, Male
Name: Sindarin
Backstory: Sindarin was not always alone, he used to be a youth in tow of one particularly combative tribe of nomadic elves until tragedy struck. They happened upon an orcish refugee camp that were fleeing a war in their homeland. The orcs had not only warriors, but women and children both under their protection and their ranks. Sindarin hadn't noticed it then, but since that day he had never smelled a fear so pure as that which the orcs then shared. Combat was inevitable, for this was Elven land- and the orcs had to protect their own at all costs.
The skirmish started immediately. Sindarin, too young to fight or be a threat, could only watch from the sidelines as the older warriors danced back and fourth around the campfire. It was then he saw it; on the other side of the makeshift battlefield, Sindarin spied a solitary figure. It was a man, if you could call it that. tall and slender, his obscured form seemed to flicker as the shadows of the firelit battle danced across his form. It beckoned to the young elf, an invitation to come closer. Mesmerized, Sindarin was in a daze. He obliviously crossed the camp, unnoticed by the combatants as they fought for their lives and eventually found himself looking up at the creature. I say 'creature', for it was just that- What Sindarin hadn't noticed before was now the frightening truth that this being was a monster of legend. Upon his head were two of the most beautiful antlers the elf had ever seen, and to look upon his face... there were depths to those eyes that seemed to radiate the darkest primal truths.
It spoke, then. "You will die tonight, little elf, for I have seen it in the stars. These new foes will best your tribe, They have fought long, and have much to lose yet. When they have killed your caretakers and counted their dead, they will slit your throat for they know that an young elf cannot devote his life to vengeance with his blood spilled out upon the earth. This is the way of things."
Sindarin could accept many things, but his death so early on was not one of them. He regarded the being before him, and, knowing what he had to do, (for few are given such a chance as this) changed his fate.
"I do not doubt that what you claim is true, Horned God," said Sindarin, "but it is my wish that I would not die tonight. If you would spare my life, I would be your servant until my time comes to die a true death".
The Horned God smiled. "I was hoping this was to be your choice. Welcome to The Hunt." Sindarin barely had enough time to glimpse the spark in the creature's eye before behind him the fire exploded outward. The once-peaceful camp echoed with the dying screams of orc and elf alike... The elf whirled around, horrified at the deal he'd just made, and noticed the fallen form of his cousin as he was dying on the ground. Sindarin rushed over, but was too late- the dying elf had something lodged in its neck and the wound was leaking copious amounts of blood. There were no dying words, for the elf could not speak and Sindarin was forced to cradle his blood-relative as he gave his last dying gurgle.
Others had been more lucky, the entire tribe of elves lay fallen, some killed during the battle others by the strange shrapnel that heralded the dark pact. Sindarin bent down, and pulled the bloody debris from the neck of his relative. At first he wondered if it was bone, but a chill crept up his spine as he realized that it was not bone, but a shard from a fragmented set of antlers. Sindarin stood up and looked around, many of the orcs were dead, but not all. He noted the trails of blood leaving the campsite, and calmly pulled the bow and quiver from his fallen cousin's body. It was time, the Horned God had made it clear exactly what must be done. The Hunt had begun.
...Decades have passed since, but Sindarin has never tired- The Hunt continues and with each passing day, the Elf, now fully-grown, continues in his zealotry to the primal god. There are predators, and there is prey- nothing more beautiful or graceful than an arrow that flies true and kills its mark- Just as the Horned God predicted his death in the stars, Sindarin follows them now. Orion rises in the clear cold sky, and the summer bows before him, pointing the way to this new-found land. Perhaps Sindarin can still find salvation among this place's inhabitants? Or, maybe, he can teach others the Horned God's ways, awakening new hunters within those with the inner strength to cope with such a primal force as the Horned God's will...
Tread lightly.
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Are you a good architect?: I'd give myself a strong 5/10. In all seriousness though, people tend to like what I make and anything I'm unhappy with I redo.
Any role-playing experience? Yep
Have you read the General Rules above?: you bet your schnitzel I have
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Uhh... yeah, actually. I just checked 'em out, they look like a fun read.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? I think I'm pretty fun to play with, I've got a weird habit of leaving hidden and strange (but aesthetically pleasing) structures around the world without taking credit, which people tend to enjoy. Dunno? I feel weird selling myself to get on a server but I always try to make a positive impact on any server I play on.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 87, Male
Name: Sindarin
Backstory: Sindarin was not always alone, he used to be a youth in tow of one particularly combative tribe of nomadic elves until tragedy struck. They happened upon an orcish refugee camp that were fleeing a war in their homeland. The orcs had not only warriors, but women and children both under their protection and their ranks. Sindarin hadn't noticed it then, but since that day he had never smelled a fear so pure as that which the orcs then shared. Combat was inevitable, for this was Elven land- and the orcs had to protect their own at all costs.
The skirmish started immediately. Sindarin, too young to fight or be a threat, could only watch from the sidelines as the older warriors danced back and fourth around the campfire. It was then he saw it; on the other side of the makeshift battlefield, Sindarin spied a solitary figure. It was a man, if you could call it that. tall and slender, his obscured form seemed to flicker as the shadows of the firelit battle danced across his form. It beckoned to the young elf, an invitation to come closer. Mesmerized, Sindarin was in a daze. He obliviously crossed the camp, unnoticed by the combatants as they fought for their lives and eventually found himself looking up at the creature. I say 'creature', for it was just that- What Sindarin hadn't noticed before was now the frightening truth that this being was a monster of legend. Upon his head were two of the most beautiful antlers the elf had ever seen, and to look upon his face... there were depths to those eyes that seemed to radiate the darkest primal truths.
It spoke, then. "You will die tonight, little elf, for I have seen it in the stars. These new foes will best your tribe, They have fought long, and have much to lose yet. When they have killed your caretakers and counted their dead, they will slit your throat for they know that an young elf cannot devote his life to vengeance with his blood spilled out upon the earth. This is the way of things."
Sindarin could accept many things, but his death so early on was not one of them. He regarded the being before him, and, knowing what he had to do, (for few are given such a chance as this) changed his fate.
"I do not doubt that what you claim is true, Horned God," said Sindarin, "but it is my wish that I would not die tonight. If you would spare my life, I would be your servant until my time comes to die a true death".
The Horned God smiled. "I was hoping this was to be your choice. Welcome to The Hunt." Sindarin barely had enough time to glimpse the spark in the creature's eye before behind him the fire exploded outward. The once-peaceful camp echoed with the dying screams of orc and elf alike... The elf whirled around, horrified at the deal he'd just made, and noticed the fallen form of his cousin as he was dying on the ground. Sindarin rushed over, but was too late- the dying elf had something lodged in its neck and the wound was leaking copious amounts of blood. There were no dying words, for the elf could not speak and Sindarin was forced to cradle his blood-relative as he gave his last dying gurgle.
Others had been more lucky, the entire tribe of elves lay fallen, some killed during the battle others by the strange shrapnel that heralded the dark pact. Sindarin bent down, and pulled the bloody debris from the neck of his relative. At first he wondered if it was bone, but a chill crept up his spine as he realized that it was not bone, but a shard from a fragmented set of antlers. Sindarin stood up and looked around, many of the orcs were dead, but not all. He noted the trails of blood leaving the campsite, and calmly pulled the bow and quiver from his fallen cousin's body. It was time, the Horned God had made it clear exactly what must be done. The Hunt had begun.
...Decades have passed since, but Sindarin has never tired- The Hunt continues and with each passing day, the Elf, now fully-grown, continues in his zealotry to the primal god. There are predators, and there is prey- nothing more beautiful or graceful than an arrow that flies true and kills its mark- Just as the Horned God predicted his death in the stars, Sindarin follows them now. Orion rises in the clear cold sky, and the summer bows before him, pointing the way to this new-found land. Perhaps Sindarin can still find salvation among this place's inhabitants? Or, maybe, he can teach others the Horned God's ways, awakening new hunters within those with the inner strength to cope with such a primal force as the Horned God's will...
Are you a good architect?: I'd give myself a strong 5/10. In all seriousness though, people tend to like what I make and anything I'm unhappy with I redo.
Any role-playing experience? Yep
Have you read the General Rules above?: you bet your schnitzel I have
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Uhh... yeah, actually. I just checked 'em out, they look like a fun read.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? I think I'm pretty fun to play with, I've got a weird habit of leaving hidden and strange (but aesthetically pleasing) structures around the world without taking credit, which people tend to enjoy. Dunno? I feel weird selling myself to get on a server but I always try to make a positive impact on any server I play on.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 87, Male
Name: Sindarin
Backstory: Sindarin was not always alone, he used to be a youth in tow of one particularly combative tribe of nomadic elves until tragedy struck. They happened upon an orcish refugee camp that were fleeing a war in their homeland. The orcs had not only warriors, but women and children both under their protection and their ranks. Sindarin hadn't noticed it then, but since that day he had never smelled a fear so pure as that which the orcs then shared. Combat was inevitable, for this was Elven land- and the orcs had to protect their own at all costs.
The skirmish started immediately. Sindarin, too young to fight or be a threat, could only watch from the sidelines as the older warriors danced back and fourth around the campfire. It was then he saw it; on the other side of the makeshift battlefield, Sindarin spied a solitary figure. It was a man, if you could call it that. tall and slender, his obscured form seemed to flicker as the shadows of the firelit battle danced across his form. It beckoned to the young elf, an invitation to come closer. Mesmerized, Sindarin was in a daze. He obliviously crossed the camp, unnoticed by the combatants as they fought for their lives and eventually found himself looking up at the creature. I say 'creature', for it was just that- What Sindarin hadn't noticed before was now the frightening truth that this being was a monster of legend. Upon his head were two of the most beautiful antlers the elf had ever seen, and to look upon his face... there were depths to those eyes that seemed to radiate the darkest primal truths.
It spoke, then. "You will die tonight, little elf, for I have seen it in the stars. These new foes will best your tribe, They have fought long, and have much to lose yet. When they have killed your caretakers and counted their dead, they will slit your throat for they know that an young elf cannot devote his life to vengeance with his blood spilled out upon the earth. This is the way of things."
Sindarin could accept many things, but his death so early on was not one of them. He regarded the being before him, and, knowing what he had to do, (for few are given such a chance as this) changed his fate.
"I do not doubt that what you claim is true, Horned God," said Sindarin, "but it is my wish that I would not die tonight. If you would spare my life, I would be your servant until my time comes to die a true death".
The Horned God smiled. "I was hoping this was to be your choice. Welcome to The Hunt." Sindarin barely had enough time to glimpse the spark in the creature's eye before behind him the fire exploded outward. The once-peaceful camp echoed with the dying screams of orc and elf alike... The elf whirled around, horrified at the deal he'd just made, and noticed the fallen form of his cousin as he was dying on the ground. Sindarin rushed over, but was too late- the dying elf had something lodged in its neck and the wound was leaking copious amounts of blood. There were no dying words, for the elf could not speak and Sindarin was forced to cradle his blood-relative as he gave his last dying gurgle.
Others had been more lucky, the entire tribe of elves lay fallen, some killed during the battle others by the strange shrapnel that heralded the dark pact. Sindarin bent down, and pulled the bloody debris from the neck of his relative. At first he wondered if it was bone, but a chill crept up his spine as he realized that it was not bone, but a shard from a fragmented set of antlers. Sindarin stood up and looked around, many of the orcs were dead, but not all. He noted the trails of blood leaving the campsite, and calmly pulled the bow and quiver from his fallen cousin's body. It was time, the Horned God had made it clear exactly what must be done. The Hunt had begun.
...Decades have passed since, but Sindarin has never tired- The Hunt continues and with each passing day, the Elf, now fully-grown, continues in his zealotry to the primal god. There are predators, and there is prey- nothing more beautiful or graceful than an arrow that flies true and kills its mark- Just as the Horned God predicted his death in the stars, Sindarin follows them now. Orion rises in the clear cold sky, and the summer bows before him, pointing the way to this new-found land. Perhaps Sindarin can still find salvation among this place's inhabitants? Or, maybe, he can teach others the Horned God's ways, awakening new hunters within those with the inner strength to cope with such a primal force as the Horned God's will...
Tread lightly.
Wow!!!, an 87 year old guy playing minecraft, that's awesome!!!
Minecraft Username: crashcorse
How Old Are You: 18
Are you a good architect: im ok. i dont build stupid things.
Any role-playing experience: i have played a few role-playing games.
Have you read the rules: yes i have. cream pie
i will register on the forums.
I want to have fun on what i hope to be an amazing role-playing server
What class would you be:Ranger of course!
What race would you be: Elf
In character
Age and Gender: Male. 20.
Name: Lendoras Galeon
Backstory:
Lendoras Galeon of the Elves was adopted by wolves after his parents were killed by bandits. He grew to the age of ten when a hunter killed his adopted mother. The hunter took the young elf to his cabin. There Lendoras learned the skills of a ranger.
When he was twenty the hunter died while out hunting. Lendoras left the cabin to a small grove. the hunter was sitting there dead, with an arrow in his chest. the next thing he knew, Lendoras was surrounded by bandits. he unslung his bow, nocked an arrow and shot the leader in the face. lendoras then un-sheathed his sword and klled five others. then an archer shot him in the arm. Lendoras fell to the ground and blacked out.
he woke up in what looked like cell. he looked around. there was a hatch on the ground, but it was locked.
he saw two knives on the table. he picked them up, made sure there was nobody else there, then picked the lock. he jumped down into a tunnel. he walked along it until he saw a chest through a hole in the wall. he knew his possessions were in there. he found another hatch and climbed out. it was a mistake. he was surrounded by bandits. he punched one in the face and talk his sword. he then killed the rest. he opened the chest and took his sword and bow. he then left the dungeon and walked outside. he was in a fort with about forty bandits. he saw a horse and ran to it. he did not worry about a saddle, he just jumped on and rode out of the fort.
Lendoras rode for miles until the horse collapsed dead. he ran for another four kilometeres and fell to the ground. the last thing he heard was someone shouting. then he felt a pain in his back before falling asleep, dead.
he woke up in a small white room of marble. there was a note. he read it:
"You Lendoras Galeon, have been given another chance at life by the gods. leave the room and fall to the ground. it wont hurt. you must trust us. once your gone you must go to the town near here. its about a mile away." Lendoras picked up his bow and left. he fell into a tree. he climbed down. then he started walking. eventually he found the town. Thats where the story begins.
Are you a good architect?: I would say i'm a fairly good architect
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): I play Dungeons & Dragons, and i also played on a RP server before.
Have you read the General Rules above?: Schnitzel! does that answer your question
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Sure why not
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I wish to have a good fun time roleplaying with other people, killing zombies, hugging creepers, dodging skeles and trolling rulebreakers (nah just kidding about trolling, but i will still get them >:3).
What class would you like to be?: Rangerbecause you has no wizards!!
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 80 (equivalent to 18 year old human), Male
Name: Mordraer
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): 1000 years ago there was an ancient eleven empire called Selenaria. It was a vast nation but it had many enemies. One day the forces of Selenaria clashed with the Orc kingdoms and a bloody war ensued. It lasted many years and countless lives were lost on both sides. During the final battle betwen the Orcs and the Elves, A young man by the name of Mordraer led a small strike team of elven mages and knights into the huge Orc Ziggurat of Queir nak'tal to try and end the war for good. The team was supposed to head deep within the heart of the temple and destroy the Heart of Karal, the Orc's most powerful artifact which was a large floating crystal of imbued with arcane power, supposedly the remains of their old god Karal.
When the team got to the heart chamber, Orc Shamans were doing some sort of ritual around the heart. When the Orcs saw the intruders some left their positions to attack while the rest continued their ritual which was causing the crystal to spin rapidly. Mordraer took out his bow and started to shoot the Orcs. Soon however more Orc warriors started entering the chamber to deal with the intruders. Mordraer kept fighting but eventually he realized that he would not get out alive. So he ran to the rapidly spinning (and now glowing) crystal, drew his magic Longsword, jumped and plunged his sword deep into the crystal just as the Orc shamans finished their ritual. The Heart began glowing intensely bright and exploded into a supernova of Arcane energy. The blast destroyed the entire temple and a huge ball of energy shot from the ruins and sailed over the heads of the armies and kept flying for many leagues until it reached the City of Selen and smashed into the elven Crystal sphere which caused yet another magical blast which destroyed the entire city.
All that was left was a crystal the size of a person, and inside that crystal was what appeared to be a young elf. Years passed and the Selenarian empire crumbled into ruins. Centuries later a explorer discovered the ruins of Selen and found a large crystal that was floating a foot off the ground. the explorer decided to see if he could shatter it into pieces so he could carry it and sell it. Once he shattered the crystal however a bright flash of light appeared and vanished leaving a young elf slumped on the ground among the pieces of crystal. The explorer tried to wake the young man up and after a few minutes he came to. The explorer asked the elf's name. Mordraer was what the elf said.
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Are you a good architect?: I would say i'm a fairly good architect
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): I play Dungeons & Dragons, and i also played on a RP server before.
Have you read the General Rules above?: Schnitzel! does that answer your question
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Sure why not
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I wish to have a good fun time roleplaying with other people, killing zombies, hugging creepers, dodging skeles and trolling rulebreakers (nah just kidding about trolling, but i will still get them >:3).
What class would you like to be?: Rangerbecause you has no wizards!!
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 80 (equivalent to 18 year old human), Male
Name: Mordraer
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): 1000 years ago there was an ancient eleven empire called Selenaria. It was a vast nation but it had many enemies. One day the forces of Selenaria clashed with the Orc kingdoms and a bloody war ensued. It lasted many years and countless lives were lost on both sides. During the final battle betwen the Orcs and the Elves, A young man by the name of Mordraer led a small strike team of elven mages and knights into the huge Orc Ziggurat of Queir nak'tal to try and end the war for good. The team was supposed to head deep within the heart of the temple and destroy the Heart of Karal, the Orc's most powerful artifact which was a large floating crystal of imbued with arcane power, supposedly the remains of their old god Karal.
When the team got to the heart chamber, Orc Shamans were doing some sort of ritual around the heart. When the Orcs saw the intruders some left their positions to attack while the rest continued their ritual which was causing the crystal to spin rapidly. Mordraer took out his bow and started to shoot the Orcs. Soon however more Orc warriors started entering the chamber to deal with the intruders. Mordraer kept fighting but eventually he realized that he would not get out alive. So he ran to the rapidly spinning (and now glowing) crystal, drew his magic Longsword, jumped and plunged his sword deep into the crystal just as the Orc shamans finished their ritual. The Heart began glowing intensely bright and exploded into a supernova of Arcane energy. The blast destroyed the entire temple and a huge ball of energy shot from the ruins and sailed over the heads of the armies and kept flying for many leagues until it reached the City of Selen and smashed into the elven Crystal sphere which caused yet another magical blast which destroyed the entire city.
All that was left was a crystal the size of a person, and inside that crystal was what appeared to be a young elf. Years passed and the Selenarian empire crumbled into ruins. Centuries later a explorer discovered the ruins of Selen and found a large crystal that was floating a foot off the ground. the explorer decided to see if he could shatter it into pieces so he could carry it and sell it. Once he shattered the crystal however a bright flash of light appeared and vanished leaving a young elf slumped on the ground among the pieces of crystal. The explorer tried to wake the young man up and after a few minutes he came to. The explorer asked the elf's name. Mordraer was what the elf said.
Are you a good architect?:I would say i am average
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):4 servers before this
Have you read the General Rules above?: Indeed I did *ahem* schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have alot of friends on the server already, so I would boost some of the "fun" in the community
What class would you like to be?: Knight
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (Also would it be ok if I was a sub-race of elf)
In Character
Age and Gender:27 (In elf)
Name: Russara Ravenquest
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): Russara was born in the desert. His family had lived in that desert tribe for generations. His father was a repairman for them, using his unique way of cooling metal to lure in customers. His father taught him bits of what he knew. His mother was primarily Russara's teacher however. She taught him his invaluable sword skills. Every day when they went to fill their pouches with water she would spar with him, and then when they got there they would jump in the water to ease their sore muscles. When Russara was 6 his mother gave birth to his little sister, Sabynth. He helped out in any way he could with his little sister, he one day hoped to be able to be at her wedding. As they both got older there sibling rivalry began, playing pranks and such. As Russara began to mature he began to work more for his father, going out and buying the metal from the Mine. One day he saw a girl talking to her father as he came out of the mine, and so began his first crush. He started doing stunts to get her attention but they always ended badly. One day he tried climbing up the pile of sand only to fall down with some of the sand coming with him. Many laughed at him, but someone reached down to help him up. It was the girl he had so desperately fought for the attention of. She just smiled and walked away. He went home that night feeling on top of the world.
Days went on in normal fashion for while then on. Until he was 18, he had become a man and decided it was about time he asked the girl if she would like to meet with him somewhere. When he told his family the day before he would his sister was in a bad mood the next morning. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Sabynth but he did his best to cheer her up. He went down at his regular time to the mine but he didn't see the girl. He went home sad he wait another day. When he got home his sister went up to him punched him the gut then ran to her room. He asked his mother what was wrong with Sabynth and she explained to him she was jealous of the attention he was giving to the girl. He went up to his sisters room and talked to her for a while and explained things on how no matter what he still loved his little sister. She understood after a while and things went relatively back to normal for the next few years until Russara was about 23 and about to move out. His sister disappeared. No one could figure out if she had left on her own accord or was kidnapped. Russara was convinced she had been kidnapped and decided to leave his home to go look for his sister.
Minecraft Username: crashcorse
How Old Are You: 18
Are you a good architect: im ok. i dont build stupid things.
Any role-playing experience: i have played a few role-playing games.
Have you read the rules: yes i have. cream pie
i will register on the forums.
I want to have fun on what i hope to be an amazing role-playing server
What class would you be:Ranger of course!
What race would you be: Elf
In character
Age and Gender: Male. 20.
Name: Lendoras Galeon
Backstory:
Lendoras Galeon of the Elves was adopted by wolves after his parents were killed by bandits. He grew to the age of ten when a hunter killed his adopted mother. The hunter took the young elf to his cabin. There Lendoras learned the skills of a ranger.
When he was twenty the hunter died while out hunting. Lendoras left the cabin to a small grove. the hunter was sitting there dead, with an arrow in his chest. the next thing he knew, Lendoras was surrounded by bandits. he unslung his bow, nocked an arrow and shot the leader in the face. lendoras then un-sheathed his sword and klled five others. then an archer shot him in the arm. Lendoras fell to the ground and blacked out.
he woke up in what looked like cell. he looked around. there was a hatch on the ground, but it was locked.
he saw two knives on the table. he picked them up, made sure there was nobody else there, then picked the lock. he jumped down into a tunnel. he walked along it until he saw a chest through a hole in the wall. he knew his possessions were in there. he found another hatch and climbed out. it was a mistake. he was surrounded by bandits. he punched one in the face and talk his sword. he then killed the rest. he opened the chest and took his sword and bow. he then left the dungeon and walked outside. he was in a fort with about forty bandits. he saw a horse and ran to it. he did not worry about a saddle, he just jumped on and rode out of the fort.
Lendoras rode for miles until the horse collapsed dead. he ran for another four kilometeres and fell to the ground. the last thing he heard was someone shouting. then he felt a pain in his back before falling asleep, dead.
he woke up in a small white room of marble. there was a note. he read it:
"You Lendoras Galeon, have been given another chance at life by the gods. leave the room and fall to the ground. it wont hurt. you must trust us. once your gone you must go to the town near here. its about a mile away." Lendoras picked up his bow and left. he fell into a tree. he climbed down. then he started walking. eventually he found the town. Thats where the story begins.
Are you a good architect?:I would say i am average
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):4 servers before this
Have you read the General Rules above?: Indeed I did *ahem* schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have alot of friends on the server already, so I would boost some of the "fun" in the community
What class would you like to be?: Knight
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (Also would it be ok if I was a sub-race of elf)
In Character
Age and Gender:27 (In elf)
Name: Russara Ravenquest
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): Russara was born in the desert. His family had lived in that desert tribe for generations. His father was a repairman for them, using his unique way of cooling metal to lure in customers. His father taught him bits of what he knew. His mother was primarily Russara's teacher however. She taught him his invaluable sword skills. Every day when they went to fill their pouches with water she would spar with him, and then when they got there they would jump in the water to ease their sore muscles. When Russara was 6 his mother gave birth to his little sister, Sabynth. He helped out in any way he could with his little sister, he one day hoped to be able to be at her wedding. As they both got older there sibling rivalry began, playing pranks and such. As Russara began to mature he began to work more for his father, going out and buying the metal from the Mine. One day he saw a girl talking to her father as he came out of the mine, and so began his first crush. He started doing stunts to get her attention but they always ended badly. One day he tried climbing up the pile of sand only to fall down with some of the sand coming with him. Many laughed at him, but someone reached down to help him up. It was the girl he had so desperately fought for the attention of. She just smiled and walked away. He went home that night feeling on top of the world.
Days went on in normal fashion for while then on. Until he was 18, he had become a man and decided it was about time he asked the girl if she would like to meet with him somewhere. When he told his family the day before he would his sister was in a bad mood the next morning. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Sabynth but he did his best to cheer her up. He went down at his regular time to the mine but he didn't see the girl. He went home sad he wait another day. When he got home his sister went up to him punched him the gut then ran to her room. He asked his mother what was wrong with Sabynth and she explained to him she was jealous of the attention he was giving to the girl. He went up to his sisters room and talked to her for a while and explained things on how no matter what he still loved his little sister. She understood after a while and things went relatively back to normal for the next few years until Russara was about 23 and about to move out. His sister disappeared. No one could figure out if she had left on her own accord or was kidnapped. Russara was convinced she had been kidnapped and decided to leave his home to go look for his sister.
Wow, applications have gotten really better recently. Probably due to the new application process, but the player base, I hope, will receive a huge improvement, rp wise, from this.
Are you a good architect?: Pretty good, if I do say so.
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): Yes
Have you read the General Rules above?: Of course
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been on the hunt for a really good role-play server. So far I have been dissatisfied in my quest, and I hope this is it.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (This combonation might seem generic, but Elf + Ranger= Awesome Bow damage...and I love my bows.
In Character
Age and Gender: Male 35
Name: Ignis Lhodum (Ig-NEES Low-DUM)
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): Ignis was once a happy elf. His family and he lived in the jungle among the tallest trees. Until tragedy struck. He was only 15 when his dad died. Thus, since his dad died, the family loss their primary source of income. His mother fell to grief, being silent for days on end in one spot at a time. He took it upon himself to be a leader. He learned from a local ranger master how to use a bow and arrow, and how to make a bow and arrow from a piece of wood. He then made his living by hunting; hunting pigs and cows and sheep, bringing their hide back and selling them. But once again tragedy struck upon Ignis. His whole family had been killed. You see, since falling into poverty, his family had to move to the ghetto. When his mom wasn't in one of her trances, she made her living by selling herself on the street to less favorable men. One unfortunate night, she was waiting for one of her clients, when a man that had not paid her tried to take indecent liberties with her. She rejected him and ran away. Unfortunately, this barbarian was a skilled tracker, and tracked her all the way back to their house. There, he took his knife, made of diamond, and sliced Ignis's family to ribbons. When he got home, he cried as he saw his mother, little sister, and baby brother dead on the floor. Beside them, the killer had put roses all around them. Ignis was only 16 when this happens. And so, to this day, Ignis is on the hunt for his family's killer. He goes from town to town, city to city, in the guise of a beggar and hermit. He works as an assassin to those who will pay for his services. In a couple of cities, he even has his own workplace where he sells hides and food. Most of the time though, he is gathering information. Be on the look out.
Are you a good architect?: I am alright, not the best, but not the worst
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):Yes I have i have played on many servers Including Axain's
Have you read the General Rules above?:Yes i have... btw i love schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Absoulutely
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been looking for an awesome RPG server and haven't found it yet... I hope this will be it
What class would you like to be?: A Ranger of course
Which race would you like to be?: The mighty Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 35 year old male
Name: Halt Arratay
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.):
Halt was Raised in a foreign land filled with humans. He grew up learning Archery and knife throwing skills. When he was 19 he asked the Man who had looked after him, He was a nice Blacksmith, and he replied with "When you were but a baby i found you wondering around a an old burnt out house. I think you were lucky to escape." Halt immediately left for the burnt out house the Blacksmith was talking about and set out on his journey. When he arrived he saw a bunch of old bandits, one replied with "Ahhhh, so the little baby finally returns home. Your father was a challenge but your mother was soo easy, she also tasted very..*Gurgle*" He didn't finish because in a blink of an eye he had nocked, sighted, drew and fired. The bandit fell like a Bunch of cobblstone to the dirt. The other bandits ran away.
He camped the night there. When he was around a Kilometre away he smelt smoke. When he returned he found the town he had grown up in all his life, burned completely to the ground. He knelt on the ground for tracks and found Orc footprints heading in the general Direction of large city he had heard of. This is the new part of the story,untold, will you keep the story alive?
Are you a good architect?: Pretty good, if I do say so.
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): Yes
Have you read the General Rules above?: Of course
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been on the hunt for a really good role-play server. So far I have been dissatisfied in my quest, and I hope this is it.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (This combonation might seem generic, but Elf + Ranger= Awesome Bow damage...and I love my bows.
In Character
Age and Gender: Male 35
Name: Ignis Lhodum (Ig-NEES Low-DUM)
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): Ignis was once a happy elf. His family and he lived in the jungle among the tallest trees. Until tragedy struck. He was only 15 when his dad died. Thus, since his dad died, the family loss their primary source of income. His mother fell to grief, being silent for days on end in one spot at a time. He took it upon himself to be a leader. He learned from a local ranger master how to use a bow and arrow, and how to make a bow and arrow from a piece of wood. He then made his living by hunting; hunting pigs and cows and sheep, bringing their hide back and selling them. But once again tragedy struck upon Ignis. His whole family had been killed. You see, since falling into poverty, his family had to move to the ghetto. When his mom wasn't in one of her trances, she made her living by selling herself on the street to less favorable men. One unfortunate night, she was waiting for one of her clients, when a man that had not paid her tried to take indecent liberties with her. She rejected him and ran away. Unfortunately, this barbarian was a skilled tracker, and tracked her all the way back to their house. There, he took his knife, made of diamond, and sliced Ignis's family to ribbons. When he got home, he cried as he saw his mother, little sister, and baby brother dead on the floor. Beside them, the killer had put roses all around them. Ignis was only 16 when this happens. And so, to this day, Ignis is on the hunt for his family's killer. He goes from town to town, city to city, in the guise of a beggar and hermit. He works as an assassin to those who will pay for his services. In a couple of cities, he even has his own workplace where he sells hides and food. Most of the time though, he is gathering information. Be on the look out.
Are you a good architect?: I am alright, not the best, but not the worst
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):Yes I have i have played on many servers Including Axain's
Have you read the General Rules above?:Yes i have... btw i love schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Absoulutely
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been looking for an awesome RPG server and haven't found it yet... I hope this will be it
What class would you like to be?: A Ranger of course
Which race would you like to be?: The mighty Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 35 year old male
Name: Halt Arratay
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.):
Halt was Raised in a foreign land filled with humans. He grew up learning Archery and knife throwing skills. When he was 19 he asked the Man who had looked after him, He was a nice Blacksmith, and he replied with "When you were but a baby i found you wondering around a an old burnt out house. I think you were lucky to escape." Halt immediately left for the burnt out house the Blacksmith was talking about and set out on his journey. When he arrived he saw a bunch of old bandits, one replied with "Ahhhh, so the little baby finally returns home. Your father was a challenge but your mother was soo easy, she also tasted very..*Gurgle*" He didn't finish because in a blink of an eye he had nocked, sighted, drew and fired. The bandit fell like a Bunch of cobblstone to the dirt. The other bandits ran away.
He camped the night there. When he was around a Kilometre away he smelt smoke. When he returned he found the town he had grown up in all his life, burned completely to the ground. He knelt on the ground for tracks and found Orc footprints heading in the general Direction of large city he had heard of. This is the new part of the story,untold, will you keep the story alive?
Accepted! Would you mind changing your character's first name? We've had like 4 Halts come through here, no doubt from the popularity of the Ranger's Apprentice Books >.>
How old are you?:
13 Are you a good architect?:
I would say so. Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):
some, but not too much, looking to gain more! Have you read the General Rules above?:
yes. Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?:
yes. Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.):
I'm looking for a server that isn't so dull and typical, I've been losing interest in minecraft and thought a server like this would do the trick. What class would you like to be?:
Ranger. Which race would you like to be?:
Elf. In Character
Age and Gender:
26, male. Name: Nazir Hempworth. backstory: I was raised in a vast expanse of forest known as the northern penisula. I grew up with my father learning the ways of the forest in a small hut outside of a tiny farming village. No one had much more then the solitude of their mind in the dark depths of our forest, but my elven friend and I were constantly sharpening our skills in the hope of a way out of the woods that gripped us tighter then anything else on earth. Now I have escaped the village and have chosen a nomadic way of life wandering the world looking for my destiny. Hopefuly i have found it here.
How old are you?:
13 Are you a good architect?:
I would say so. Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):
some, but not too much, looking to gain more! Have you read the General Rules above?:
yes. Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?:
yes. Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.):
I'm looking for a server that isn't so dull and typical, I've been losing interest in minecraft and thought a server like this would do the trick. What class would you like to be?:
Ranger. Which race would you like to be?:
Elf. In Character
Age and Gender:
26, male. Name: Nazir Hempworth. backstory: I was raised in a vast expanse of forest known as the northern penisula. I grew up with my father learning the ways of the forest in a small hut outside of a tiny farming village. No one had much more then the solitude of their mind in the dark depths of our forest, but my elven friend and I were constantly sharpening our skills in the hope of a way out of the woods that gripped us tighter then anything else on earth. Now I have escaped the village and have chosen a nomadic way of life wandering the world looking for my destiny. Hopefuly i have found it here.
Can you make your backstory a little more engaging and at least 2 paragraphs? I made it clear that that was the part I was judging the applications off of.
you gotta add your age >.>
http://princessrubyrose.deviantart.com/
Nice app! Accepted
How Old Are You: 18
Are you a good architect: im ok. i dont build stupid things.
Any role-playing experience: i have played a few role-playing games.
Have you read the rules: yes i have. cream pie
i will register on the forums.
I want to have fun on what i hope to be an amazing role-playing server
What class would you be:Ranger of course!
What race would you be: Elf
In character
Age and Gender: Male. 20.
Name: Lendoras Galeon
Backstory:
Lendoras Galeon of the Elves was adopted by wolves after his parents were killed by bandits. He grew to the age of ten when a hunter killed his adopted mother. The hunter took the young elf to his cabin. There Lendoras learned the skills of a ranger.
When he was twenty the hunter died while out hunting. Lendoras left the cabin to a small grove. the hunter was sitting there dead, with an arrow in his chest. the next thing he knew, Lendoras was surrounded by bandits. he unslung his bow, nocked an arrow and shot the leader in the face. lendoras then un-sheathed his sword and klled five others. then an archer shot him in the arm. Lendoras fell to the ground and blacked out.
he woke up in what looked like cell. he looked around. there was a hatch on the ground, but it was locked.
he saw two knives on the table. he picked them up, made sure there was nobody else there, then picked the lock. he jumped down into a tunnel. he walked along it until he saw a chest through a hole in the wall. he knew his possessions were in there. he found another hatch and climbed out. it was a mistake. he was surrounded by bandits. he punched one in the face and talk his sword. he then killed the rest. he opened the chest and took his sword and bow. he then left the dungeon and walked outside. he was in a fort with about forty bandits. he saw a horse and ran to it. he did not worry about a saddle, he just jumped on and rode out of the fort.
Lendoras rode for miles until the horse collapsed dead. he ran for another four kilometeres and fell to the ground. the last thing he heard was someone shouting. then he felt a pain in his back before falling asleep, dead.
he woke up in a small white room of marble. there was a note. he read it:
"You Lendoras Galeon, have been given another chance at life by the gods. leave the room and fall to the ground. it wont hurt. you must trust us. once your gone you must go to the town near here. its about a mile away." Lendoras picked up his bow and left. he fell into a tree. he climbed down. then he started walking. eventually he found the town. Thats where the story begins.
Minecraft Username: Lordtyphon
How old are you?: over 9000!!!
Are you a good architect?: I would say i'm a fairly good architect
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): I play Dungeons & Dragons, and i also played on a RP server before.
Have you read the General Rules above?: Schnitzel! does that answer your question
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Sure why not
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I wish to have a good fun time roleplaying with other people, killing zombies, hugging creepers, dodging skeles and trolling rulebreakers (nah just kidding about trolling, but i will still get them >:3).
What class would you like to be?: Ranger because you has no wizards!!
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 80 (equivalent to 18 year old human), Male
Name: Mordraer
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.): 1000 years ago there was an ancient eleven empire called Selenaria. It was a vast nation but it had many enemies. One day the forces of Selenaria clashed with the Orc kingdoms and a bloody war ensued. It lasted many years and countless lives were lost on both sides. During the final battle betwen the Orcs and the Elves, A young man by the name of Mordraer led a small strike team of elven mages and knights into the huge Orc Ziggurat of Queir nak'tal to try and end the war for good. The team was supposed to head deep within the heart of the temple and destroy the Heart of Karal, the Orc's most powerful artifact which was a large floating crystal of imbued with arcane power, supposedly the remains of their old god Karal.
When the team got to the heart chamber, Orc Shamans were doing some sort of ritual around the heart. When the Orcs saw the intruders some left their positions to attack while the rest continued their ritual which was causing the crystal to spin rapidly. Mordraer took out his bow and started to shoot the Orcs. Soon however more Orc warriors started entering the chamber to deal with the intruders. Mordraer kept fighting but eventually he realized that he would not get out alive. So he ran to the rapidly spinning (and now glowing) crystal, drew his magic Longsword, jumped and plunged his sword deep into the crystal just as the Orc shamans finished their ritual. The Heart began glowing intensely bright and exploded into a supernova of Arcane energy. The blast destroyed the entire temple and a huge ball of energy shot from the ruins and sailed over the heads of the armies and kept flying for many leagues until it reached the City of Selen and smashed into the elven Crystal sphere which caused yet another magical blast which destroyed the entire city.
All that was left was a crystal the size of a person, and inside that crystal was what appeared to be a young elf. Years passed and the Selenarian empire crumbled into ruins. Centuries later a explorer discovered the ruins of Selen and found a large crystal that was floating a foot off the ground. the explorer decided to see if he could shatter it into pieces so he could carry it and sell it. Once he shattered the crystal however a bright flash of light appeared and vanished leaving a young elf slumped on the ground among the pieces of crystal. The explorer tried to wake the young man up and after a few minutes he came to. The explorer asked the elf's name. Mordraer was what the elf said.
Please click the dragon egg to help it grow. It will die if it doesn't get clicked.
Accepted
Well, you only posted 1 paragraph for your backstory, and it was lacking in interest or effort, really.
So am i accepted now
Minecraft Username: Harikari911
How old are you?:14
Are you a good architect?:I would say i am average
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):4 servers before this
Have you read the General Rules above?: Indeed I did *ahem* schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have alot of friends on the server already, so I would boost some of the "fun" in the community
What class would you like to be?: Knight
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (Also would it be ok if I was a sub-race of elf)
In Character
Age and Gender:27 (In elf)
Name: Russara Ravenquest
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.):
Russara was born in the desert. His family had lived in that desert tribe for generations. His father was a repairman for them, using his unique way of cooling metal to lure in customers. His father taught him bits of what he knew. His mother was primarily Russara's teacher however. She taught him his invaluable sword skills. Every day when they went to fill their pouches with water she would spar with him, and then when they got there they would jump in the water to ease their sore muscles. When Russara was 6 his mother gave birth to his little sister, Sabynth. He helped out in any way he could with his little sister, he one day hoped to be able to be at her wedding. As they both got older there sibling rivalry began, playing pranks and such. As Russara began to mature he began to work more for his father, going out and buying the metal from the Mine. One day he saw a girl talking to her father as he came out of the mine, and so began his first crush. He started doing stunts to get her attention but they always ended badly. One day he tried climbing up the pile of sand only to fall down with some of the sand coming with him. Many laughed at him, but someone reached down to help him up. It was the girl he had so desperately fought for the attention of. She just smiled and walked away. He went home that night feeling on top of the world.
Days went on in normal fashion for while then on. Until he was 18, he had become a man and decided it was about time he asked the girl if she would like to meet with him somewhere. When he told his family the day before he would his sister was in a bad mood the next morning. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Sabynth but he did his best to cheer her up. He went down at his regular time to the mine but he didn't see the girl. He went home sad he wait another day. When he got home his sister went up to him punched him the gut then ran to her room. He asked his mother what was wrong with Sabynth and she explained to him she was jealous of the attention he was giving to the girl. He went up to his sisters room and talked to her for a while and explained things on how no matter what he still loved his little sister. She understood after a while and things went relatively back to normal for the next few years until Russara was about 23 and about to move out. His sister disappeared. No one could figure out if she had left on her own accord or was kidnapped. Russara was convinced she had been kidnapped and decided to leave his home to go look for his sister.
Accepted!
Accepted
Minecraft Username: ShadowKnyght
How old are you?: 13 going on 14
Are you a good architect?: Pretty good, if I do say so.
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing): Yes
Have you read the General Rules above?: Of course
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Yes
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been on the hunt for a really good role-play server. So far I have been dissatisfied in my quest, and I hope this is it.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf (This combonation might seem generic, but Elf + Ranger= Awesome Bow damage...and I love my bows.
In Character
Age and Gender: Male 35
Name: Ignis Lhodum (Ig-NEES Low-DUM)
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.):
Ignis was once a happy elf. His family and he lived in the jungle among the tallest trees. Until tragedy struck. He was only 15 when his dad died. Thus, since his dad died, the family loss their primary source of income. His mother fell to grief, being silent for days on end in one spot at a time. He took it upon himself to be a leader. He learned from a local ranger master how to use a bow and arrow, and how to make a bow and arrow from a piece of wood. He then made his living by hunting; hunting pigs and cows and sheep, bringing their hide back and selling them.
But once again tragedy struck upon Ignis. His whole family had been killed. You see, since falling into poverty, his family had to move to the ghetto. When his mom wasn't in one of her trances, she made her living by selling herself on the street to less favorable men. One unfortunate night, she was waiting for one of her clients, when a man that had not paid her tried to take indecent liberties with her. She rejected him and ran away. Unfortunately, this barbarian was a skilled tracker, and tracked her all the way back to their house. There, he took his knife, made of diamond, and sliced Ignis's family to ribbons. When he got home, he cried as he saw his mother, little sister, and baby brother dead on the floor. Beside them, the killer had put roses all around them. Ignis was only 16 when this happens.
And so, to this day, Ignis is on the hunt for his family's killer. He goes from town to town, city to city, in the guise of a beggar and hermit. He works as an assassin to those who will pay for his services. In a couple of cities, he even has his own workplace where he sells hides and food. Most of the time though, he is gathering information. Be on the look out.
Minecraft Username: Chopchop1997
How old are you?: 15
Are you a good architect?: I am alright, not the best, but not the worst
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):Yes I have i have played on many servers Including Axain's
Have you read the General Rules above?:Yes i have... btw i love schnitzel
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Absoulutely
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.): I have been looking for an awesome RPG server and haven't found it yet... I hope this will be it
What class would you like to be?: A Ranger of course
Which race would you like to be?: The mighty Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 35 year old male
Name: Halt Arratay
Backstory (At least 2 paragraphs. This will be the biggest determinant on whether I accept you or not.):
Halt was Raised in a foreign land filled with humans. He grew up learning Archery and knife throwing skills. When he was 19 he asked the Man who had looked after him, He was a nice Blacksmith, and he replied with "When you were but a baby i found you wondering around a an old burnt out house. I think you were lucky to escape."
Halt immediately left for the burnt out house the Blacksmith was talking about and set out on his journey. When he arrived he saw a bunch of old bandits, one replied with "Ahhhh, so the little baby finally returns home. Your father was a challenge but your mother was soo easy, she also tasted very..*Gurgle*" He didn't finish because in a blink of an eye he had nocked, sighted, drew and fired. The bandit fell like a Bunch of cobblstone to the dirt. The other bandits ran away.
He camped the night there. When he was around a Kilometre away he smelt smoke. When he returned he found the town he had grown up in all his life, burned completely to the ground. He knelt on the ground for tracks and found Orc footprints heading in the general Direction of large city he had heard of.
This is the new part of the story,untold, will you keep the story alive?
Accepted
Accepted! Would you mind changing your character's first name? We've had like 4 Halts come through here, no doubt from the popularity of the Ranger's Apprentice Books >.>
Minecraft Username: ursu777
How old are you?:
13
Are you a good architect?:
I would say so.
Any role-playing experience? (RPGs are NOT role-playing):
some, but not too much, looking to gain more!
Have you read the General Rules above?:
yes.
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?:
yes.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? (Don't just give me a generic response of "I want to help" or "I want to join an awesome server." I'm looking for real answers here.):
I'm looking for a server that isn't so dull and typical, I've been losing interest in minecraft and thought a server like this would do the trick.
What class would you like to be?:
Ranger.
Which race would you like to be?:
Elf.
In Character
Age and Gender:
26, male.
Name: Nazir Hempworth.
backstory: I was raised in a vast expanse of forest known as the northern penisula. I grew up with my father learning the ways of the forest in a small hut outside of a tiny farming village. No one had much more then the solitude of their mind in the dark depths of our forest, but my elven friend and I were constantly sharpening our skills in the hope of a way out of the woods that gripped us tighter then anything else on earth. Now I have escaped the village and have chosen a nomadic way of life wandering the world looking for my destiny. Hopefuly i have found it here.
Can you make your backstory a little more engaging and at least 2 paragraphs? I made it clear that that was the part I was judging the applications off of.
I'm not sure about earlier today, but currently, it's working fine