Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): arkydog
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes I have and i’ll do my best
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Doing something without giving someone else a chance such as: A guard and a theif get into a fight, the Guard says *Puts theif in jail* then the thief says “Let us fight!” then the guard replies ((No you’re already in jail)). Or having a character that is blatantly overpowered such as a basic mage deciding with the flick of a wrist he can set a whole jungle ablaze.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information that your character did not obtain, in roleplay. Such as me reading something on the forums then using that information like my character had gained it from reading a book.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: It’s to fulfill a role of a character in which you should do your best to mimic their reactions, emotions, and thoughts.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their permission
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the Local OOC chat using ()[]{} or in the global OOC chat. Also when trying to solve an RP situation in which you aren’t comfortable, or don’t agree with.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I have and enjoyed it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Anyone who gains a magic degree and trained in the arts.
Who are the Fallen?: The fallen are a society of tribal like humans which are non violent by nature.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery defeated the government at 167 AR.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of warriors who fought for the Chancellery. It was made in the year of 37 A.R. It’s purpose was to prevent supernatural and other evils from threatening the peace of the islands, disbanding after it’s fall, some say it may be reinstated soon.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a magical barrier which prevents people from falling from the sky islands, though it can only protect non living things without the use of essence which is gained from menial tasks such as mining, cooking, slaying monsters. Essence is considered a very primitive version of mana. It has very few uses other than protecting items when falling into the net.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was an evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I’ve roleplayed for five years on multiple different platforms.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Crafthammer, Shutdown and just a lower quality of RP than I’m willing to bear. LotC- Was just too large for me to bear, didn’t have that homely feel I like to have in a server. Akavir, I have no idea what happened here. I stopped playing for a few weeks and ended up not even on the whitelist.
Character Information
Name: Luke Camry
Age: 28
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Light skinned, Dark hair, brown eyes. He has a chiseled face, he is of average height and stature. Usually wears light fur, with leather attached.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I’ll begin this tale where all great tales begin, the beginning. His father was a fur trader, he hunted and sold furs to tailors, smiths and other tradesmen for a living. He made a good revenue and always kept food on the table. Luke always had a warm bed and food. He wasn’t abused or anything he had a great home life, his parent’s loved him, and he had a good amount of friends. He wasn’t abnormally charismatic or a pariah. He enjoyed to read and tinker with things, his father would usually bring him a gift of an old instruction manual or medical journal which Luke would spend hours on hours examining all the details he could always absorbing the knowledge he could. He really loved medicine and engineering, he loved playing with technology, and helping others. From a young age he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to invent things to help others.
Even though he was strongly influenced by his goals in life he also lived a normal child life, he slayed hundreds of imaginary dragons, fought thousands of bandits, and sieged forts made of branches with his friends. He’d commune in his parent’s tent with his best friends, always planning on invading their neighbors using wooden swords and such all in jest of course. One thing Luke has very little talent in is combat. He can barely swing a punch nonetheless a sword. He had very, very basic learning of a bow as his father was a hunter, but never really taught his son his craft. He could probably shoot something that was a few meters away but careful aiming from a long distance would have to be a miracle. He doesn’t dislike combat at all. He enjoys watching bar fights and other small fights. He doesn’t particularly care for anything more violent than that though. He dislikes war and pretty much anything resembling it.
One thing that has truly shaped his life if his want or you could even say obsession to help others. At times he’d get irritated when he’d offer services to be denied, it has gotten better as he has gotten older though it is still a tick that he believes will bother him till he dies. A vivid memory he has of one of his much older friends Tyrius who destroyed all use of his left arm. He felt great sorrow for Tyrius. Tyrius had always been a hero of sorts to his little friend group. Always going on adventure and no matter how much pain he got into he just blew it off. That excited him and his friends he was the coolest guy, until he disappeared after his arm got destroyed. Now one of his major goals is to locate Tyrius and hopefully find him alive.
As of now he is just travelling the world looking for knowledge and to improve his knowledge on medicine and technology and hopes to one day make great advancements the biotech field. What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his old role model Tyrius and to further improve his knowledge in the medical field.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is very intelligent, he usually finds solutions in obscure ways. He is also loyal and loves to help others. He is strong willed and confident in himself and what he does. He isn’t usually leading the pack but you’re going to know he’s there. He also has an incredible pain tolerance despite not being able to fight very well. He has lots of dexterity in his hands from years of working with small objects. He’s also caring for others though doesn’t always understand why something is as big as it is.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He is a bad fighter, clumsy on his feet. From his large pain tolerance he sometimes has a problem empathizing others pain since most things don’t really hurt him that much. Also he sometimes has a problem explaining what he means, he sometimes will come of as condescending when he is just trying to get his point across.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Sort of I’m a person who knows Tankg0d’s character, we weren’t family of close friends more or less neighbors.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *It’s a bright morning when Luke spots a pair of guards harassing a young girl* Luke:*Sits down on a nearby bench and takes out a book, he pretends to be reading while actually observing the girl and guards trying to come up with a plan to help this woman.* Guard #1: “Ye’ a bueaty lass’.” “Ye got any plans tonight lass?” Guard #2: *Mumbles something under his breath to Guard #1* Guard #1: *After hearing what Guard #2 had to say he gets slightly agitated* “I’m not causing any harm bud’ I’m the senior guard here learn your place” *Gives a stern look and his whole presence is very threating to both the girl and other Guard. Guard #2: “Sorry Sir.” Girl: “I really have to go, if I don’t return soon my father will be quite agitated!” Guard #1: “Ye’ old man can wait a bit, so las--”
Luke: *Begins yelling at the girl* “Didn’t I tell you to be home already young lady, You always find some excuse to stay out longer!” *grabs her by the wrist and begins to pull her away from the guards* Girl: *Looks quite puzzled but quickly picks up on what Luke is trying to do, and to the best of her abilities begins to follow according to plan.* “I’m sorry father, I promise I won’t be late again!” Guard #1: *Is very agitated that he didn’t get the date he wanted, though he won’t try to argue with the girl’s father out of fear of repercussions. Guard #2: *Lets out a sigh of relief and under his breath says* “Oh thank the Chancellor her father showed up.” Luke: *After dragging the girl a sizable distance he stops* “You really need to be more careful, a young girl like yourself could get hurt.” Girl: *Nods and smiles* “Thank you very much, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that one!” Luke:*Smiles then heads along his way after making sure the girl made it safely home.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? Luke: *Scratches his head and tries to think of a way to decline without sounding rude.* Man: “Trust me it would be worth it one year max, you’d be richer than the whole capitol!” Luke: *Comes up with and idea after thinking it over* “I’m sorry, i’m a doctor travelling abroad to help a patient here, he is in need of a very difficult surgery, if I leave he will surely die.” Man: *Furrows his brow* “You don’t seem like a doctor, tell me something smart.” Luke: *Staggers not expecting a question* “Uhh.. the bigger your brain is..” *Notices the guys abnormally large head* “The smarter you are, you can usually tell by the size of someones head.” Man: *scratches his head* “Well that’s the truth, my head is giant, and I’m the smartest person I know!” Luke: “Yes, yes with a pelvis of that size you must be very intelligent!” Man: *Puffs out his chest in pride* “My pelvis is the largest! Of course I’m intelligent!” Luke: *trying to hold in his laughs reminds the man he must leave* “I really must be going, If I wait too long I’ll miss the airship and my patient will probably die.” Man: *With the largest smile on his face* “Well you have a nice day!” Luke: *after getting a sizeable distance away he begins to burst out in laughter and just imagines the guy will brag about the size of his pelvis to everyone he meets.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. *While walking into the town Luke notices the man begging for food.* Luke:*Goes into the inn and walks up the counter he points at the old wooden sign with bread written on it* “Two please.” Innkeeper: *Gives him two pieces of high quality bread after he pays and confirms the purchase* Have a nice day. Luke: *Then heads outside and sits right next to the old man then hands him a loaf* “Dig in it’s still warm.” Old man: *Delightfully bites into the bread savoring every crumb, and trying to make sure none gets stuck in his beard.* “Thank you, Thank you very much sir.” Luke: *Makes little note of his thanks* “It’s fine, just enjoy your meal, do you prefer Pork or Beef?” Old man: *Shakes his head* “No, no I can’t take anymore you’ve been too kind.” Luke: *gets up and dusts himself off, goes back into the inn then comes back with a small wooden cup of milk and another loaf of bread with a slab of beef* “Eat up, enjoy, and one day help someone else.” *Smiles before leaving the town, not accepting a thanks as he’d do it for anyone, no matter their financial state.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Luke is generally a calm man, one that does not anger easily. Though he does not appreciate slander towards his mother. Luke: “Hey, hey no need to start talking about anyones parents.” Drunk: “I’ll do what I want, jerk!” Luke: *Slowly getting irritated* “Let’s just all calm down, I’ll get you a drink or something.” Drunk: *Pushes him* “Wow, you must have not had a father either!” Luke: *Swings at the man’s face full force, because the man is drunk and it was unexpected it connects right on the temple.* Drunk: *Falls over and is now spread across the counter* Luke: *Brushes off his tunic then places a good bit of gold on the counter* “Here this should pay for my stay, and any injuries I may have caused to the bar, oh and also get him a drink in the morning. He’s going to need it.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Looks at the breathtaking necklace with awe* Luke: *Sneaks over to the woman* “Hello beautiful, that necklace is gorgeous.” Woman: *Twirls it in between her fingers while smiling* “Oh why thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” Luke: “I’d be lying if I disagreed, but I’m afraid I have to go. If you’re heading to the capital as well maybe we can meet up and get to know each other a little better there.” Woman: “I’d like that.” *Heads off in another direction, while smiling* Luke: *Really hopes he get to know her a little better*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Ok since it seems pretty steampunk, would it be ok if my character became sort of a bioengineer? For example, I’d get a master blacksmith to make a frame, then a high level mage to enchant it, then my character could apply it in surgery? That would be to make limbs or other digits, though organs and such will probably unless you guys say so (Would be so awesome if you did) I wouldn’t try anything. Also if the operation fails it would probably end up in amputation of limb, or surrounding limbs? It would also take probably weeks of RP prep, then the surgery itself would be a long RP process, then recovery would take a long time as well. My character would not be able to make limbs and all that by himself of course. It would take a large number of other highly skilled artisans. I would also try and get a Primary degree before doing anything really big.
Real-Life Age:
make a guess Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Not currently. Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
Yes What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
To maximize progress towards a single goal, usually ignoring Lore, Atmosphere and roleplaying. It is also the act of forcing something upon another player, such as Bob instantly cuts of Bill's head What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Metagaming is using out side knowledge of events to influence in game events. Such as a friend telling you the secret weakness his character having in OOC and the using that weakness IC. What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
To create a character in a world and play the character out as the CHARACTER would react, not as you. Such as: You aren’t easily scared, but your character is. So when a skeleton pops out, your character faints, even when you would not. Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:
No one. When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When given the permission via the character's player. When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
In OOC chat, or in ((These things)) Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Yes, I have Who is allowed to use magic?:
Mages Who are the Fallen?: a Group of people who were separated from the main population and formed there own history, beliefs and society. They are adapt at magic. When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R. After a civil war, the monarchy was replaced by the chancellery and the masters. Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights who are sworn to protect and upheld the chancellery, and protect the skys. After being totally removed, then reconstructed, they await their new Knight leader, who will be chosen via the Grand Tournament. What are the Net and Essence? a Mystical barrier that has been there since the raising and protects people from falling forever. It is also connected to five different artifacts, and is disrupted when those items are taken. Essence is our planes form of mana, but is no where near as potent, only useful for keeping items safe from being lost in the net, along with slight boosts of strength, speed, healing. Who is/was Jensen?
Jensen was spirit who was unable to pass onto Exterminus, and was forced to take dead bodys as hosts. He was at one point, a single mind with multiple personality, but he fused them together and became even more dangerous. He was adept mage and is unkillable. He was only defeated after the Head Master personally trapped him inside a shovel. What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
SA, SotA, If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
haracter Information
Name: Jackson E. Tarot
Age: 41
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: A large, gruff body with a slight circle shape. He has a large curly beard and sideburns, along with a small red nose and curly black hair. He is 7'8
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Born to a some what wealthy blacksmith family, Jackson was raised in the arts of the forge. His father, Ezekiel Tarot was a large and strict man, but he kept true to his words and tried to be as fair as possible. His mother, Torae Revel, on the other hand was some what delicate, a former traders daughter who had been the youngest of his dynasty. After their brief matrimony aboard one of Torae's fathers ship, they went to the capital and bought a small house and workshop. Here, Jackson was born and delivered by doctors. Jackson grew fast and learned fast as well, watching his father work in his shop.
“'Ey daddy, watcha makin in there?” said Jackson curiously. “S'words” said his father in a brief interlude between hammer swings. “What kinda swords?” said Jackson. “Iron, of course. Ain't nobody got gold for a diamond or Golden one.” Said his father, finishing the hammering. He continued on with the process of finishing sword while Jackson watched intently. When his father finished, Jackson said “Daddy, when I grow up, I wanna be a black smith, just like you!” His father turned to him and patted him on the head and ruffled his black hair. “Im sure you will, yah little tyke. Now back to bed with ya, work days over for now.” said his father before picking him up and carrying Jackson back to his room
From then on, Jackson studied and helped his father when ever possible, and in return, his father taught him how to forge tools and how to smelt metals. As time went on, he got better and better until his father could teach him nothing more. It was then, at age twenty five, did Jackson go out and buy his own Workshop with a small bedroom above. He worked that shop for ten years before purchasing a larger one with more room and a bigger living space. It was then that disaster struck and it burned down.
Jackson sat there on his rump, looking at the ashes of his former workshop. He had been five days from paying it off. He sat there confused at what to do next. He had been planning to one day to possibly open up a chain, or maybe start family. But this had definitely thrown a wrench into his plans. Perhaps I could retire early, he thought to himself.
After purchasing a home in brightwater and living there for around ten years, Jackson began to grow bored with his life. He missed the clanging of metal and heat of the forges, and decided to return to the capital to open up a new shop.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Open up a new forge and shop
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He is physically large and strong, from the years working. He also has a very large knowledge base of crafting and forging. He is also a kind hart man who trys to see the best in people.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He can be somewhat absent minded, and knows little in actual combat. He is also forgiving of mistakes and trys not to be harsh to people when he can, and can be very nervous about the quality of his craft.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Well, I was lookin out my shop towards street when a cupple a big ruffians walked over and began bullyin a young lass. So I grabbed mah biggest hammer, used for broadswoards and walked out and shouted “HEY, You guys leave that lass alone!” The littler one sorta walked away from the girl, but the bigger one walked towards me and said “Shut it ol' man, or your next.” So I walked over to him, stood up real tall, smacked em REAL hard in the chest with my hammer. He fell over and the little man ran away. Lookin down on the man, I called the lass over and asked her to help me pick em up so we could get em to the hospital, if needed. When we got there, and gave the boy over to the nurse, I learned that the lass had been walkin down the street when these thugs came up and started harasssin her. Thats when I escorted her home and went back to me shop to finish up
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
“Im sorreh sir, but I just cant. I've got a shop to look after, and a ton of orders to fufill. And I aint much of a adventurin type, yah see? Unless yah need a blacksmith, I would look else where” Said Jackson to the man. “But imagine the treasure! Who knows what riches you can obtain” Said the man, rubbing his hands together. “Sir, If I wanted to, I could have bought one of dem fancy airships a while back and gone on all kinds of adventure. But im just not that kinda man, you see?” Said Jackson before taking a chug of his drink. “Alright..But perhaps I could buy some weaponry? And a few tools?” Said the man in disappointment. Jackson smiled, then said “Now your talkin my language”
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Jackson looks at the man sadly before walking over and helping him up. “Now sir, I hate to see a man starvin on the side of the road. Come on, lets get to my house, I could use a bit of company over dinner” Jackson said as he lead the man towards his home.
“Now if you get hungry again mister, just come on back, you hear? I've got plenty a food, way more then I need.” he hollered after the man as he walked away, basket full of food with in hand.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Jackson stands up, showing his height and large muscles, before looking down at the man. “Sir, I try not to get offended by such rude comments, but Im gona ask you somethin: Do you want start somthin?” He Cracks his knuckles before looking down at the man with condescending eyes. The man flashes up and punches Jackson straight in his gut. Jackson just shakes his head before slams the man against the while, knocking him out. He walks over to the bar, pays for the both his and the mans drinks before walking back home
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Jackson marvels at the necklace for a moment, reminded of a necklace he once made for a pretty girl he had admired back when he was starting out. “Oh man, was she a looker” he said to himself before turning back to the sword on his anvil. Perhaps he could get himself some gold, or melt a few coins and make a replica. That sure would be a fun challenge, he thought. After finishing the sword he went back inside and began tracing out a rough picture of the necklace on a piece of paper, before heading back to bed.
I was tilting back and forth on whether or not I should accept you. Perhaps you caught me on a good day; I decided that you can prove yourself a very capable roleplayer. Welcome to The Anerian Chronicles by Silver Gaming! Check out our forums at http://aneria.enjin.com to catch up on current events and to interact with the community outside of Minecraft!
EDIT: I am going to have to answer your question at a later time. Sorry about the inconvenience.
Deferred:
MythhunterDere/deremotive:
First of all, the format. Did something mess up in Word while you were writing the app, because this app was difficult to read. Anywho, let's get on with the actual technicalities on why this was deferred.
Overall, this application was worse than your application for Cosak. I'm not sure why this is the case; perhaps you thought you would get an easier pass if you were already accepted once before. If so, that is most definitely not the case. In fact, it is the opposite, especially from someone who was accepted on their first try. I also see that you decided to put in the full application, which gives me the suspicion that perhaps you haven't payed attention when you were reading or re-reading the OP. Because of this, I will review the app from top to bottom without skipping the OOC questions. You wrote 'mages' when asked who can use magic. You and I both know that mages are not the only people who can use or learn how to use magic. Now, let's move on to the IC section of your application. In the physical description you sad he was 7'8. That is.... It just doesn't work. Make your characters physique more realistic. Your character, Jackson, is like an empty canvas. There is so much potential for an amazing, detailed character. However, you explained more about Jackson's parents than you did him. All I learned about Jackson is that, well, he's a blacksmith. This also ties in to your ICRs, and strengths and weaknesses. They don't help with detailing Jackson all that much, either. Let's skip over to your strengths and weaknesses. In your strengths, you say 'He is also a kind hart man who trys to see the best in people.' but you also say this as one of your weaknesses, 'He is also forgiving of mistakes and trys not to be harsh to people when he can'. There's a bit of a contradiction there. Are you saying his kindness is a strength or a weakness? Make up your mind on that. Fix up your application and try again. Good luck.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): No, I do not have Skype currently.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes, and yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP on another without allowing them the chance to respond.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information for RP purposes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Best way I can explain it is this: Using a character made by you in a fantasy world.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only with the permission of the other player.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC channel, in the IC channel with parentheses around the OOC, or in private messages to other players.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes and yes
Who is allowed to use magic? Those who attain magic through RP, mages, priests, paladins, and staff who start with magic.
Who are the Fallen?: Also known as the Medori, the Fallen are a group of superstitious magic users who try to avoid conflict if possible.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The year 169 After Raising, after the fall of the Linyeran Monarchy in 167 A.R., as a result of famine, and the deaths of the Monarchs.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights tasked with keeping the Chancellery safe.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier used to keep people careless enough to fall off the islands from falling endlessly by transporting them safely to the nearest island at the cost of some non living items or Essence. Essence (or XP) is received by completing basic tasks, such as killing monsters, mining and cooking. Essence can be stored in emeralds and given to other people. Essence can also be used to keep items should one fall into the Net.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was, at one point, husband of the Goddess Aneria. Being the husband of a goddess, he was granted immortality, but died of age regardless.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Multiple forum roleplays and three roleplay servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Roleplay craft, I left because I no longer felt welcome. The Frontier of Krinvala, I left because the server was permanently shut down. Sector 2, I have not completely left that server as of yet.
Character Information
Name: Laries (Lar-ee-ez) Enthia
Age: 27
Class: Paladin
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery
Physical description: Laries has pale skin, brown hair, red eyes, an eye color he was interestingly born with, stands at six feet two inches, wears a blackish tunic, leggings and shoes.
Screen capture of your skin: Will be posted as soon as I find out how to paste pictures here directly from files.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Laries was born as an only child to a moderately wealthy family. His father was once a guard for the Capital and his mother was a produce merchant. Laries spends most of his time at home training and being taught by his father about the ways of the sword. Since Laries spent much of his time with his father, he hasn't really made any friends.
When Laries turned 19 his parents turned him loose, gave him a bit of money and sent him to live on his own. Laries' life was somewhat successful, he managed to buy a small house, got a job as a bounty hunter, and met a girl by the name of Rhunia.
Laries led a normal life until the dark time, otherwise known as the Jensen Crisis. He spent much of the time getting those too weak or too young to defend themselves. After he evacuated all those he could, he went off to get his parents, only to be stopped by some rubble falling on a person in front of him. After removing some of the debris, he noticed that the person was Rhunia, unmoving and unbreathing. Instead of continuing, he spent the rest of the time getting Rhunia's body out of the rubble and getting the corpse out of the fray, an action he regrets somewhat.
After getting the body somewhere safe, he went back to look for his parents, to no avail. His parents were nowhere to be found. Laries made it his goal to find his parents and get them back, be it to a graveyard or back home.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To discover what happened to his parents and find them.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is not easily swayed, he has a somewhat strong body, he is interestingly agile.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He possesses a great fear of darkness, his mind is not as strong as that of the average man.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): None at all
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. I kept walking and notified a guard who thanked me for informing him and went over to the two men.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
I was walking around the docks for the airships when I was stopped by a man. "You there, you look like the adventuring type. How would you like to join my crew on an expedition? Think of the wealth, the riches, the adventure, the women." He said. "Thanks for the offer, but I must decline." I said, sensing a possible trap.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
I walked up to the old man and offered him some food, and took it happily. "Bless you." He said.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I walked over to the man. "That's not very nice you know. Come on, this guy does not know what he is saying." I took my mother and left, leaving the man to mutter under his breath.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"No, it does not belong to me, so I cannot take it." I say internally.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? None whatsoever.
Double deferred means you only get one more try rather than two. I put this because, while the app was way below average, I see potential from you. Let's go over the things you need to fix up.
- Some of your OOC questions were either not fully answered, or incorrect. Powergaming can mean more than just forcing an action onto another. Not /all/ Medori are magic users; they just have more potential to be one than the regular citizen. You also forgot to put something else about the Fallen that should be added.
- You cannot start off as a Paladin. Paladin, along with Mages, Priest and Engineers, can only be obtained after training/learning in that field of study in RP. The classes you can start with are Laborer, Craftsman, Ranger, and Bladesman.
- I can't view your skin. I need to be able to view your skin properly so that we know your character fits in with the atmosphere of TAC. Also, he can't have red eyes unless he's an albino, which I doubt. I'm sure you can do away with have a character with natural eyes.
- Your biography was too short. It was less than 300 words, which is way below the excusable amount. This ties in with my next problem, because your character was very... dry. He didn't feel human at all. Flesh him out, give him more and better events that explains Laries, because right now, he's not a very interesting character.
- Your ICRs were also too short. Give him more actions and dialogue that'll help explain what he is doing in full detail. Remember not to powergame though, using your strengths and weaknesses to help you decide on what your character may or may not do.
Fix these up and you should be good to go! Good luck, this is your one and only chance.
It's simple. You click the picture icon in the toolbar above. It will ask you for a direct link to the picture. Copy and paste the picture's URL and you're good to go! If all else fails, you can just provide a link to where you uploaded the screenshot/picture of your skin.
If you guys ever need help writing your apps, whether ideas or peer-editing, don't be afraid to message us before actually posting the thing for review.
If you guys ever need help writing your apps, whether ideas or peer-editing, don't be afraid to message us before actually posting the thing for review.
^. If you need help with anything, anything at all, just give us a message. It includes anything from rules to lore.
^. If you need help with anything, anything at all, just give us a message. It includes anything from rules to lore.
And here's some word from someone who recently joined the community, the staff here are by far the best I've ever come across. They're kind and helpful, and umm, kind xD. If your app is deferred they'll explain everything that needs fixing, making it super easy to perfect your app. And don't get me started on how they are on the server... They'll help with anything that needs help and will answer all your questions no mater how much they get asked the same questions from other players. If you're just checking out the thread for a new rp server to join, I highly reccomend this one.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I suppose.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Performing actions that your character could not/would not do, such as spontaneously evolving beyond the limits of a human body and becoming a being made entirely of pure energy with the ability to possess people and read their minds.
It also extends to meaning, in short, breaking character.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using external (OOC) knowledge or sources to influence your internal (IC) decisions
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: The act of assuming a character and his/her mannerisms and following them to the best of your ability, essentially 'improv. acting'.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: No.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Sparingly, and surrounded in parentheses.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Would I be applying if I didn't? (yes)
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages and priests after earning the ability to do so.
Who are the Fallen?: A group of magic-users and isolationists who prefer to avoid conflict.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after the Warden of the East rebelled and killed nearly the entire Linyera family, then put in place the current government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An order of knights meant to protect the Chancellery from any kind of attack
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a force that saves people from falling off the edge of the islands. The Essence is an alternate form of mana that can save your items along with you when the net is activated.
Who is/was Jensen? An evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Little, if any. I played RomeCraft: Frontier for a while.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: As previously mentioned, the older version of RomeCraft. I felt a little left out; it seemed like the only people truly involved in the roleplay and actual story were people who had been already playing for a long time.
Character Information
Name: Colette "Phoenix" Aster
Age: 22
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen
Physical description: Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing her mother's herbalist cloak, and her first-mate hat and coat made by her uncle.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I grew up on an airship. Born and raised in the air. My uncle, Demitri, was a trader and a traveler, moving goods across the known world. For me, every day was a journey, an exploration, an adventure. At the end of every day I would lie down and listen wide-eyed to my uncle tell me stories of my father. I learned he was a great man. A traveler, like my uncle, but he'd had so many adventures that I couldn't count them all. Tales of how he'd fought off a dozen pirates with nothing more than a tea cup and a handful of marbles. I grew up idolizing a man whom I'd never met, and wishing some day I could be as great as him.
There was a day, which you can imagine started just like any other. We'd landed at another remote city; I'd started to get tired of remembering what each one was called, and began to unload crates full of stock to grateful merchants for coin. I was lifting a particularly heavy one when a scraggly-looking character bumped into me and made me drop it on my own foot. I cursed, then bit my lip as I wedged it off, and stared daggers at the man who had continued on his way without a second glance. I went to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and demand he apologize. The instant my hand touched the cloth on his shirt, he grabbed my wrist and swung around with a previously concealed dagger to my throat, and a smile that reeked of nefarious intent.
I froze in my place and glanced for help. He released my wrist and put a finger to his lips. "sh." And he then moved behind me, the dagger to my back, and walked me onto the ship. The other crewman seemed to believe I was letting another merchant look at the wares, to make a future trade arrangement. Once about half the crates had been unloaded, he cupped his hands to his mouth and made a strange, bird-like noise. Out several of the crates burst armed men, each killing a man to prove conviction, and taking another hostage. "Pirates", I muttered under my breath. As the man who'd held me hostage gazed pridefully over the apparently successful takeover by his men, I crouched down slowly, going for the dagger hidden in my boot. I saw my uncle, taken hostage on the deck, and he gave me a subtle nod as I drew the blade.
Quickly, I leapt toward my assailant, dagger pointed to his throat. Before I could think, I was on the ground with a knife in my right hand, trickling copious amounts of blood onto the deck. My scream of agony was quickly halted by a heavy boot on my chest as the scraggly man leaned over me and said in a low voice, "I expected more." He removed the knife from my hand which I quickly clenched, and tried to bandage with a cloth torn from my sleeve. He stood me up on my feet, and watched as his men loaded the crates back onto their newest ship, formerly belonging to my uncle. After the crates had been loaded, he had his men kick the other prisoners overboard - all except for my uncle and I - leaving them all behind.
Immediately after leaving the port, the new Captain threw me to the ground, and then to my surprise, gave me my dagger back. I hesitated, confused, then slowly picked it up and regained my stance, facing the man as he drew his, and dropped it to the deck, where it pierced the wood and stood perfectly straight. He mouthed the words, "Come at me," and gestured to do so with his hand. I did, with fury in my eyes, and lunged for his chest. He grabbed my wrist and used my own momentum to send me crashing into a crate. As I stood back up with blood dripping from my nose, I prepared another charge. This time, he held up his hand to stop, and said "I expected better, Colette. I'm disappointed in you." He grinned at me, and I stood there confused. How did he know my name? Had I met him before in another city? it didn't matter. All that mattered is that I was going to take this ship back, or die trying.
I changed the grip on my dagger, and came at him with a swipe from the side, aimed for his neck. He took a half-step back, mocking the attack as it whisped by just short of his chest. "If that's the bet you've got, I might as well kill you now." He shrugged, then as I came in with another attack, he grabbed my hand, slipped the blade from my grip, and kicked him in the stomach to send me back to the floor. "I expected more, coming from my own blood. Your mother would have been ashamed at this performance." I stood there baffled for a moment, then got back up and looked him up and down as if expecting an explanation. He gave none. He simply turned to my uncle who was still being held and asked "Does the boy not know?" he laughed, "Have you told him nothing of your great brother, Demitri?" My uncle looked with shame in his eyes to me. This brigand was my father.
He then locked me up in a storage room below deck. There I spent the remainder of the day and the following night heartbroken, crying myself to sleep. I could see feint moonlight from the window in my make-shift cell. Learning the stories of my father were all a lie was more than I could bare. I sat wondering what to do for hours. Time seemed to speed by as I spent my days in the cell, refusing to eat the food they gave me. I knew nothing of what happened to my uncle, and I could see no reason to try and stay alive to be a slave to these scoundrels. One night, a baked roll slipped through the food-door on the bottom of the wooden door to my cell. The guard said "The Captain's givin' ye a chance. Ye'd take it if ye weren't totally mad." I had no idea what this meant. I took the roll, and under it was a short letter, and a key. "Demitri was wise, and decided to stay as my second in command. I offer you a chance to help me as well. Come to my quarters." Fury burned in my eyes, as the tears seared down my cheeks. My uncle had given in to the enemy. I took the key, and opened the door.
As soon as I did, the guard waiting outside to escort me quickly found the metal tray the food was on crashing across his face. After he fell, before he could yell, I took the roll and shoved it down his throat. I took a loose nail out of the floor and shoved it through his hand to pin it down as he tried to struggle for freedom. In a few minutes, he ceased movement. I checked his pulse. I'd suffocated him. I quickly crept to the deck, trying to avoid any further men. It was night. Most of them were asleep in their cots. I found an emergency dingy, climbed aboard, and without looking back, set sail into the open air. I planned to go wherever the wind would take me, and just maybe, one day many years from now when I was ready, return to that ship to give my father the fight he'd expected.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Survive and thrive, and perhaps build up a following to take back his uncle's ship.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Her years in trade have given him a silver tongue. She has guile and wit, and knows how to haggle with the shrewdest of business men. Relatively fit and strong from moving cargo.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): A novice with any weapon, as there hasn't been much need to fight. She has a terrible fear of spiders. Often doesn't think things through.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Walks up behind them and asks them to stop*
*They refuse*
*Asks to speak to one of them, and takes him aside*
*Pays him a nice little bit of money to leave her alone*
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
*Denies proposal*
*Would seek to make a living in the current city, and has spent his entire life doing honest work, not believing in shortcuts, and always wary of a scam*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Buy bread from a nearby stall and give him some*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Initiate boiling rage-filled bar-fight sequence*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Think of offering to buy it, then decide there are better things to waste coin on*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I apologize for the lengthy backstory. I hope the whitelisters don't mind.
Also, I apologize for grammatical errors you may find. I think I have some degree of lysdexia.
Not too shabby for someone with very little RP experience. There were a few minor problems that have to be fixed, unfortunately.
- While your explanation for how you can obtain magic is correct, there is a class/group that you missed that has the ability to use magic, after they have learned it through RP of course. Furthermore, the Medori/Fallen are not all magic-users, nor are they necessarily isolationists; they were isolated, yes, but they didn't choose to separate themselves from other nations (or the Chancellery in this case).
- Your character is a female, yes? I was confused by "Her years in trade have given him a silver tongue." "*Would seek to make a living in the current city, and has spent his entire life doing honest work, not believing in shortcuts, and always wary of a scam*" and some other statements.
- Having a terrible fear of spiders would be very difficult, considering you face spiders on a nightly basis when you are not in the safe dimensions of the Capital. It feels like that weakness was just added there to fill in space. I mean, there is no reference to it in the biography nor your ICRs.
- Speaking of ICRs, your ICRs need to be a paragraph long. I'd also like to see dialogue included with the actions and details. Three of your ICRs just have one line of text. That is not acceptable in the least bit.
Not too shabby for someone with very little RP experience. There were a few minor problems that have to be fixed, unfortunately.
- While your explanation for how you can obtain magic is correct, there is a class/group that you missed that has the ability to use magic, after they have learned it through RP of course. Furthermore, the Medori/Fallen are not all magic-users, nor are they necessarily isolationists; they were isolated, yes, but they didn't choose to separate themselves from other nations (or the Chancellery in this case).
- Your character is a female, yes? I was confused by "Her years in trade have given him a silver tongue." "*Would seek to make a living in the current city, and has spent his entire life doing honest work, not believing in shortcuts, and always wary of a scam*" and some other statements.
- Having a terrible fear of spiders would be very difficult, considering you face spiders on a nightly basis when you are not in the safe dimensions of the Capital. It feels like that weakness was just added there to fill in space. I mean, there is no reference to it in the biography nor your ICRs.
- Speaking of ICRs, your ICRs need to be a paragraph long. I'd also like to see dialogue included with the actions and details. Three of your ICRs just have one line of text. That is not acceptable in the least bit.
I'll work on the ICRs and maybe try to either incorporate the arachnophobia in some way, or just find something that makes more sense.
As for the misuse of masculine and feminine pronouns... I was almost sure that'd happened. After making the app, I went back to edit it because I arbitrarily decided to make the character female, and I had done the entire app with him/her as a male. I tried to find and replace most of the instances, but I was sure I'd miss a few.
In some forums I've seen that the staff prefer you to re-post your entire app; I'm not sure if that is the case here, so I'll attempt to just fix the issues:
The Medori were separated from the masses during The Raising, and formed a tribal-like society with their own spiritual superstitions and beliefs. They are adept at magic, and prefer to avoid conflict if at all possible.
Paladins are also allowed to use magic after obtaining the ability to do so.
ICRs:
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Colette approaches the men from behind and in a somewhat sassy tone says "Can I help either of you?"*
*They turn and one responds "No." He then shoos her away with his hand and adds "This is none of your business."*
*Colette smiles and replies "What if I make it make it my busniess..?" and poses with her hands on her hips, shaping her body like an 'S' and pursing her lips*
*The men smile at each other and leave the girl and walk to Colette. She gives the girl a wink and she takes off*
*As one of the men come she puts her hand on his jaw*
"So, I'm sure we can work something out..." She says in a low voice. Then, before he can respond, she thrusts a swift knee to his nether-regions and takes a step back as he buckles and his voice reaches a glass-breaking high note. The other man, deciding it wasn't worth it, helps him up and they walk off trying to pretend as hard as they could that they had not just been completely emasculated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hm..." Colette would say with her fist on her chin.
"How about no."
She would wish the man luck on his travels, but tell him she'd seen enough traveling for a while.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Colette would pause in front of the poor man and frown, then get down lower and say "I won't spare any coin, but I was just on my way to get something to eat. Would you like to join me?" And smile. The man would graciously accept, and come with her.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Colette would smirk with a smile and tilt her head to him. "I'm sorry, I think I must be hard of hearing. What was that again?" He would repeat the mistake.
"Aye. That's what I thought the first time."
She would go back to her own drink, take a swig completely calmly, then suddenly turn to smash the glass across the man's face, and spit near him on the floor with a scowl that could kill a lesser man. If he was not unconscious, she would kick him while he was down, and perhaps go so far as to use the furniture to her aid until he'd learned the best idea was to not get up until she'd left.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Hm..." Colette would mutter to herself "One of those... Couldn't hurt, right?" She would then proceed to follow the woman for a bit, and tap her shoulder. "Excuse me, where did you get that?" and point to her necklace. "It's a family heirloom" she would reply with a smile. "Is it for sale?" Colette would ask with an innocent smile and roll a coin between her knuckles. "Hm.. I'd never thought about selling it." She'd say, "I suppose.. For the right price. It's been in the family for generations. How about..." [I'm not sure what the currency is, or the level of inflation, so I'll just say *She gives a ridiculously outrageous price*] "Ha!" Colette would scoff. "I think not!" They would haggle the price down, but Colette has never been overly fond of jewelry, and so relatively uneventfully, she would shake her head and walk away, thanking the woman for her time.
Now the fear of spiders... Hm.. Would I need to replace it, or will it suffice to simply remove it?
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I suppose.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Performing actions that your character could not/would not do, such as spontaneously evolving beyond the limits of a human body and becoming a being made entirely of pure energy with the ability to possess people and read their minds.
It also extends to meaning, in short, breaking character.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using external (OOC) knowledge or sources to influence your internal (IC) decisions
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: The act of assuming a character and his/her mannerisms and following them to the best of your ability, essentially 'improv. acting'.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: No. (Not without consent)
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Sparingly, and surrounded in parentheses.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Would I be applying if I didn't? (yes)
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, paladins and priests after earning the ability to do so.
Who are the Fallen?: The Medori, a.k.a. "The Fallen", were separated from the masses during The Raising, and formed a tribal-like society with their own spiritual superstitions and beliefs. They are adept at magic, and prefer to avoid conflict if at all possible.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after the Warden of the East rebelled and killed nearly the entire Linyera family, then put in place the current government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An order of knights meant to protect the Chancellery from any kind of attack
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a force that saves people from falling off the edge of the islands. The Essence is an alternate form of mana that can save your items along with you when the net is activated.
Who is/was Jensen? An evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Little, if any. I played RomeCraft: Frontier for a while.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: As previously mentioned, the older version of RomeCraft. I felt a little left out; it seemed like the only people truly involved in the roleplay and actual story were people who had been already playing for a long time.
Character Information
Name: Colette "Phoenix" Aster
Age: 22
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen
Physical description: Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing her mother's herbalist's cloak, and her first-mate hat and coat made by her uncle.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I grew up on an airship. Born and raised in the air. My uncle, Demitri, was a trader and a traveler, moving goods across the known world. For me, every day was a journey, an exploration, an adventure. At the end of every day I would lie down and listen wide-eyed to my uncle tell me stories of my father. I learned he was a great man. A traveler, like my uncle, but he'd had so many adventures that I couldn't count them all. Tales of how he'd fought off a dozen pirates with nothing more than a tea cup and a handful of marbles. I grew up idolizing a man whom I'd never met, and wishing some day I could be as great as him.
There was a day, which you can imagine started just like any other. We'd landed at another remote city; I'd started to get tired of remembering what each one was called, and began to unload crates full of stock to grateful merchants for coin. I was lifting a particularly heavy one when a scraggly-looking character bumped into me and made me drop it on my own foot. I cursed, then bit my lip as I wedged it off, and stared daggers at the man who had continued on his way without a second glance. I went to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and demand he apologize. The instant my hand touched the cloth on his shirt, he grabbed my wrist and swung around with a previously concealed dagger to my throat, and a smile that reeked of nefarious intent.
I froze in my place and glanced for help. He released my wrist and put a finger to his lips. "sh." And he then moved behind me, the dagger to my back, and walked me onto the ship. The other crewman seemed to believe I was letting another merchant look at the wares, to make a future trade arrangement. Once about half the crates had been unloaded, he cupped his hands to his mouth and made a strange, bird-like noise. Out several of the crates burst armed men, each killing a man to prove conviction, and taking another hostage. "Pirates", I muttered under my breath. As the man who'd held me hostage gazed pridefully over the apparently successful takeover by his men, I crouched down slowly, going for the dagger hidden in my boot. I saw my uncle, taken hostage on the deck, and he gave me a subtle nod as I drew the blade.
Quickly, I leapt toward my assailant, dagger pointed to his throat. Before I could think, I was on the ground with a knife in my right hand, trickling copious amounts of blood onto the deck. My scream of agony was quickly halted by a heavy boot on my chest as the scraggly man leaned over me and said in a low voice, "I expected more." He removed the knife from my hand which I quickly clenched, and tried to bandage with a cloth torn from my sleeve. He stood me up on my feet, and watched as his men loaded the crates back onto their newest ship, formerly belonging to my uncle. After the crates had been loaded, he had his men kick the other prisoners overboard - all except for my uncle and I - leaving them all behind.
Immediately after leaving the port, the new Captain threw me to the ground, and then to my surprise, gave me my dagger back. I hesitated, confused, then slowly picked it up and regained my stance, facing the man as he drew his, and dropped it to the deck, where it pierced the wood and stood perfectly straight. He mouthed the words, "Come at me," and gestured to do so with his hand. I did, with fury in my eyes, and lunged for his chest. He grabbed my wrist and used my own momentum to send me crashing into a crate. As I stood back up with blood dripping from my nose, I prepared another charge. This time, he held up his hand to stop, and said "I expected better, Colette. I'm disappointed in you." He grinned at me, and I stood there confused. How did he know my name? Had I met him before in another city? it didn't matter. All that mattered is that I was going to take this ship back, or die trying.
I changed the grip on my dagger, and came at him with a swipe from the side, aimed for his neck. He took a half-step back, mocking the attack as it whisped by just short of his chest. "If that's the bet you've got, I might as well kill you now." He shrugged, then as I came in with another attack, he grabbed my hand, slipped the blade from my grip, and kicked him in the stomach to send me back to the floor. "I expected more, coming from my own blood. Your mother would have been ashamed at this performance." I stood there baffled for a moment, then got back up and looked him up and down as if expecting an explanation. He gave none. He simply turned to my uncle who was still being held and asked "Does the girl not know?" he laughed, "Have you told her nothing of your great brother, Demitri?" My uncle looked with shame in his eyes to me. This brigand was my father.
He then locked me up in a storage room below deck. There I spent the remainder of the day and the following night heartbroken, crying myself to sleep. I could see feint moonlight from the window in my make-shift cell. Learning the stories of my father were all a lie was more than I could bare. I sat wondering what to do for hours. Time seemed to speed by as I spent my days in the cell, refusing to eat the food they gave me. I knew nothing of what happened to my uncle, and I could see no reason to try and stay alive to be a slave to these scoundrels. One night, a baked roll slipped through the food-door on the bottom of the wooden door to my cell. The guard said "The Captain's givin' ye a chance. Ye'd take it if ye weren't totally mad." I had no idea what this meant. I took the roll, and under it was a short letter, and a key. "Demitri was wise, and decided to stay as my second in command. I offer you a chance to help me as well. Come to my quarters." Fury burned in my eyes, as the tears seared down my cheeks. My uncle had given in to the enemy. I took the key, and opened the door.
As soon as I did, the guard waiting outside to escort me quickly found the metal tray the food was on crashing across his face. After he fell, before he could yell, I took the roll and shoved it down his throat. I took a loose nail out of the floor and shoved it through his hand to pin it down as he tried to struggle for freedom. In a few minutes, he ceased movement. I checked his pulse. I'd suffocated him. I quickly crept to the deck, trying to avoid any further men. It was night. Most of them were asleep in their cots. I found an emergency dingy, climbed aboard, and without looking back, set sail into the open air. I planned to go wherever the wind would take me, and just maybe, one day many years from now when I was ready, return to that ship to give my father the fight he'd expected.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Survive and thrive, and perhaps build up a following to take back her uncle's ship one day.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Her years in trade have given her a silver tongue.
She has guile and wit, and knows how to haggle with the shrewdest of businessmen.
Relatively fit and strong from moving cargo.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.):
A novice with any weapon, as there hasn't been much need to fight.
Due to a simple profession, she has little education.
Uncle handled most of the negotiating, so she has little actual people-experience, despite having an understanding for how to do business.
Dyslexia.
(Not sure if this counts but:) Mildly sociopathic, not truly understanding empathy, and unable to form real bonds with people; most likely at least partially due to the breaking of trust by her uncle, and finding out her idle growing up was a lie.
Often foolhardy, acting on impulse and seeing consequences afterwards.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Colette approaches the men from behind and in a somewhat sassy tone says "Can I help either of you?"*
*They turn and one responds "No." He then shoos her away with his hand and adds "This is none of your business."*
*Colette smiles and replies "What if I make it make it my busniess..?" and poses with her hands on her hips, shaping her body like an 'S' and pursing her lips*
*The men smile at each other and leave the girl and walk to Colette. She gives the girl a wink and she takes off*
*As one of the men come she puts her hand on his jaw*
"So, I'm sure we can work something out..." She says in a low voice. Then, before he can respond, she thrusts a swift knee to his nether-regions and takes a step back as he buckles and his voice reaches a glass-breaking high note. The other man, deciding it wasn't worth it, helps him up and they walk off trying to pretend as hard as they could that they had not just been completely emasculated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hm..." Colette would say with her fist on her chin.
"How about no."
She would wish the man luck on his travels, but tell him she'd seen enough traveling for a while. She has been given a keen sense for business, and does not believe in shortcuts, and is always wary of a scam.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Colette would pause in front of the poor man and frown, then get down lower and say "I won't spare any coin, but I was just on my way to get something to eat. Would you like to join me?" And smile. The man would graciously accept, and come with her.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Colette would smirk with a smile and tilt her head to him. "I'm sorry, I think I must be hard of hearing. What was that again?" He would repeat the mistake.
"Aye. That's what I thought the first time."
She would go back to her own drink, take a swig completely calmly, then suddenly turn to smash the glass across the man's face, and spit near him on the floor with a scowl that could kill a lesser man. If he was not unconscious, she would kick him while he was down, and perhaps go so far as to use the furniture to her aid until he'd learned the best idea was to not get up until she'd left.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Hm..." Colette would mutter to herself "One of those... Couldn't hurt, right?" She would then proceed to follow the woman for a bit, and tap her shoulder. "Excuse me, where did you get that?" and point to her necklace. "It's a family heirloom" she would reply with a smile. "Is it for sale?" Colette would ask with an innocent smile and roll a coin between her knuckles. "Hm.. I'd never thought about selling it." She'd say, "I suppose.. For the right price. It's been in the family for generations. How about..." [I'm not sure what the currency is, or the level of inflation, so I'll just say *She gives a ridiculously outrageous price*] "Ha!" Colette would scoff. "I think not!" They would haggle the price down, but Colette has never been overly fond of jewelry, and so relatively uneventfully, she would shake her head and walk away, thanking the woman for her time.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I apologize for the lengthy backstory. I hope the whitelisters don't mind.
Also, I apologize for grammatical errors you may find. I think I have some degree of lysdexia.
I also apologize for any mismatched "him/her" pronouns. I arbitrarily decided to change he gender of my character after filling out the entire form the first time.
Also, a quick question: are there any client mods that we are allowed to use? (Specifically what I had in mind: Optifine, TabbyChat, REI's Minimap, Macros/Keybinds)
Great job improving upon your app! Welcome to The Anerian Chronicles by Silver Gaming! Check out our forums at http://aneria.enjin.com to catch up on current events and to interact with the community outside of Minecraft!
Also, optifine and Rei's Minimap are allowed and even recommended for the server.
One quick question: Is there a recommended resource pack?I
If not, I'll just use 32x DokuCraft - Light. I've had a little look around the city and I think the pack works very well with it (Minus the easily replaced orc-villagers)
We do have an official resource pack. You can find it on our forums, just scroll down until you see "The Updated TAC resource Pack" in the main announcements.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Can I say later? I don't want to give it out and have random requests o_o
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Saying "kills [player name who's 2.5 billion kilometers away from your character]" rather than "Attempts to slash sword through {character name] here.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Knowing something out of your character's boundries. In example, you are a guard with no knowledge of potions. A brewer asks for help, and you give them a recipe that you couldn'tve known without reason.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting out a specific role for entertainment, either online or in real life. In example, "Wechy jumped into the air in an attempt to climb the wall."
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one, but I guess the owner could if he really wanted to, no one would really be able to stop him/her...
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When the other player is consenting to their death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
In parentheses. Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages and Drakes.
Who are the Fallen?:
They are a race of people who live on an island that moved closer to the common humans which caused turmoil
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 AR because they defeated the previous rulers of the land in 167 AR.
Who are the Order of Aradin?:
They protect the people from supernatural beings, however, they were disbanded.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a net of sorts, catching all who fall off of the islands. Essence is an energy you get from completing basic obstacles.
Who is/was Jensen?
He was the husband of Aneria from before the islands were formed.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I used to play with my friends and i've been on plenty of games and servers where I roleplay/
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
I don't remember the names because it was a while ago, but I left because they got shut down...
Character Information
Name: Mercedes
Age: 16
Class: Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: Long blonde hair with a leaf in it. She has teal blue eyes, and gold earings. She wears a short skirt and boots.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She wants to be helpful.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She's really nice, but she's not all that physically strong.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): She's not really physically strong, can be annoying sometimes, and not really great at anything.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Uhh, thanks for the offer, but I would prefer to be on my own" Mercedes would say, continuing on.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Mercedes would glance at him, and offer some food to him.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Okay, your insults aren't very offensive. Try again, hun." She would respond.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. "Nice necklace!" She would comment, and continue on going wherever she was going.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope!
IGN: arkantos1279
Real-Life Age: 16
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): arkydog
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes I have and i’ll do my best
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Doing something without giving someone else a chance such as: A guard and a theif get into a fight, the Guard says *Puts theif in jail* then the thief says “Let us fight!” then the guard replies ((No you’re already in jail)). Or having a character that is blatantly overpowered such as a basic mage deciding with the flick of a wrist he can set a whole jungle ablaze.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information that your character did not obtain, in roleplay. Such as me reading something on the forums then using that information like my character had gained it from reading a book.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: It’s to fulfill a role of a character in which you should do your best to mimic their reactions, emotions, and thoughts.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their permission
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the Local OOC chat using ()[]{} or in the global OOC chat. Also when trying to solve an RP situation in which you aren’t comfortable, or don’t agree with.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I have and enjoyed it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Anyone who gains a magic degree and trained in the arts.
Who are the Fallen?: The fallen are a society of tribal like humans which are non violent by nature.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery defeated the government at 167 AR.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of warriors who fought for the Chancellery. It was made in the year of 37 A.R. It’s purpose was to prevent supernatural and other evils from threatening the peace of the islands, disbanding after it’s fall, some say it may be reinstated soon.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a magical barrier which prevents people from falling from the sky islands, though it can only protect non living things without the use of essence which is gained from menial tasks such as mining, cooking, slaying monsters. Essence is considered a very primitive version of mana. It has very few uses other than protecting items when falling into the net.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was an evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I’ve roleplayed for five years on multiple different platforms.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Crafthammer, Shutdown and just a lower quality of RP than I’m willing to bear. LotC- Was just too large for me to bear, didn’t have that homely feel I like to have in a server. Akavir, I have no idea what happened here. I stopped playing for a few weeks and ended up not even on the whitelist.
Character Information
Name: Luke Camry
Age: 28
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Light skinned, Dark hair, brown eyes. He has a chiseled face, he is of average height and stature. Usually wears light fur, with leather attached.
Screen capture of your skin: http://gyazo.com/4186c87b0eeb27256032036e7c0a22ac
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I’ll begin this tale where all great tales begin, the beginning. His father was a fur trader, he hunted and sold furs to tailors, smiths and other tradesmen for a living. He made a good revenue and always kept food on the table. Luke always had a warm bed and food. He wasn’t abused or anything he had a great home life, his parent’s loved him, and he had a good amount of friends. He wasn’t abnormally charismatic or a pariah. He enjoyed to read and tinker with things, his father would usually bring him a gift of an old instruction manual or medical journal which Luke would spend hours on hours examining all the details he could always absorbing the knowledge he could. He really loved medicine and engineering, he loved playing with technology, and helping others. From a young age he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to invent things to help others.
Even though he was strongly influenced by his goals in life he also lived a normal child life, he slayed hundreds of imaginary dragons, fought thousands of bandits, and sieged forts made of branches with his friends. He’d commune in his parent’s tent with his best friends, always planning on invading their neighbors using wooden swords and such all in jest of course. One thing Luke has very little talent in is combat. He can barely swing a punch nonetheless a sword. He had very, very basic learning of a bow as his father was a hunter, but never really taught his son his craft. He could probably shoot something that was a few meters away but careful aiming from a long distance would have to be a miracle. He doesn’t dislike combat at all. He enjoys watching bar fights and other small fights. He doesn’t particularly care for anything more violent than that though. He dislikes war and pretty much anything resembling it.
One thing that has truly shaped his life if his want or you could even say obsession to help others. At times he’d get irritated when he’d offer services to be denied, it has gotten better as he has gotten older though it is still a tick that he believes will bother him till he dies. A vivid memory he has of one of his much older friends Tyrius who destroyed all use of his left arm. He felt great sorrow for Tyrius. Tyrius had always been a hero of sorts to his little friend group. Always going on adventure and no matter how much pain he got into he just blew it off. That excited him and his friends he was the coolest guy, until he disappeared after his arm got destroyed. Now one of his major goals is to locate Tyrius and hopefully find him alive.
As of now he is just travelling the world looking for knowledge and to improve his knowledge on medicine and technology and hopes to one day make great advancements the biotech field.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his old role model Tyrius and to further improve his knowledge in the medical field.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is very intelligent, he usually finds solutions in obscure ways. He is also loyal and loves to help others. He is strong willed and confident in himself and what he does. He isn’t usually leading the pack but you’re going to know he’s there. He also has an incredible pain tolerance despite not being able to fight very well. He has lots of dexterity in his hands from years of working with small objects. He’s also caring for others though doesn’t always understand why something is as big as it is.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He is a bad fighter, clumsy on his feet. From his large pain tolerance he sometimes has a problem empathizing others pain since most things don’t really hurt him that much. Also he sometimes has a problem explaining what he means, he sometimes will come of as condescending when he is just trying to get his point across.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Sort of I’m a person who knows Tankg0d’s character, we weren’t family of close friends more or less neighbors.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*It’s a bright morning when Luke spots a pair of guards harassing a young girl*
Luke:*Sits down on a nearby bench and takes out a book, he pretends to be reading while actually observing the girl and guards trying to come up with a plan to help this woman.*
Guard #1: “Ye’ a bueaty lass’.” “Ye got any plans tonight lass?”
Guard #2: *Mumbles something under his breath to Guard #1*
Guard #1: *After hearing what Guard #2 had to say he gets slightly agitated* “I’m not causing any harm bud’ I’m the senior guard here learn your place” *Gives a stern look and his whole presence is very threating to both the girl and other Guard.
Guard #2: “Sorry Sir.”
Girl: “I really have to go, if I don’t return soon my father will be quite agitated!”
Guard #1: “Ye’ old man can wait a bit, so las--”
Luke: *Begins yelling at the girl* “Didn’t I tell you to be home already young lady, You always find some excuse to stay out longer!” *grabs her by the wrist and begins to pull her away from the guards*
Girl: *Looks quite puzzled but quickly picks up on what Luke is trying to do, and to the best of her abilities begins to follow according to plan.* “I’m sorry father, I promise I won’t be late again!”
Guard #1: *Is very agitated that he didn’t get the date he wanted, though he won’t try to argue with the girl’s father out of fear of repercussions.
Guard #2: *Lets out a sigh of relief and under his breath says* “Oh thank the Chancellor her father showed up.”
Luke: *After dragging the girl a sizable distance he stops* “You really need to be more careful, a young girl like yourself could get hurt.”
Girl: *Nods and smiles* “Thank you very much, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that one!”
Luke:*Smiles then heads along his way after making sure the girl made it safely home.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Luke: *Scratches his head and tries to think of a way to decline without sounding rude.*
Man: “Trust me it would be worth it one year max, you’d be richer than the whole capitol!”
Luke: *Comes up with and idea after thinking it over* “I’m sorry, i’m a doctor travelling abroad to help a patient here, he is in need of a very difficult surgery, if I leave he will surely die.”
Man: *Furrows his brow* “You don’t seem like a doctor, tell me something smart.”
Luke: *Staggers not expecting a question* “Uhh.. the bigger your brain is..” *Notices the guys abnormally large head* “The smarter you are, you can usually tell by the size of someones head.”
Man: *scratches his head* “Well that’s the truth, my head is giant, and I’m the smartest person I know!”
Luke: “Yes, yes with a pelvis of that size you must be very intelligent!”
Man: *Puffs out his chest in pride* “My pelvis is the largest! Of course I’m intelligent!”
Luke: *trying to hold in his laughs reminds the man he must leave* “I really must be going, If I wait too long I’ll miss the airship and my patient will probably die.”
Man: *With the largest smile on his face* “Well you have a nice day!”
Luke: *after getting a sizeable distance away he begins to burst out in laughter and just imagines the guy will brag about the size of his pelvis to everyone he meets.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*While walking into the town Luke notices the man begging for food.*
Luke:*Goes into the inn and walks up the counter he points at the old wooden sign with bread written on it* “Two please.”
Innkeeper: *Gives him two pieces of high quality bread after he pays and confirms the purchase* Have a nice day.
Luke: *Then heads outside and sits right next to the old man then hands him a loaf* “Dig in it’s still warm.”
Old man: *Delightfully bites into the bread savoring every crumb, and trying to make sure none gets stuck in his beard.* “Thank you, Thank you very much sir.”
Luke: *Makes little note of his thanks* “It’s fine, just enjoy your meal, do you prefer Pork or Beef?”
Old man: *Shakes his head* “No, no I can’t take anymore you’ve been too kind.”
Luke: *gets up and dusts himself off, goes back into the inn then comes back with a small wooden cup of milk and another loaf of bread with a slab of beef* “Eat up, enjoy, and one day help someone else.” *Smiles before leaving the town, not accepting a thanks as he’d do it for anyone, no matter their financial state.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Luke is generally a calm man, one that does not anger easily. Though he does not appreciate slander towards his mother.
Luke: “Hey, hey no need to start talking about anyones parents.”
Drunk: “I’ll do what I want, jerk!”
Luke: *Slowly getting irritated* “Let’s just all calm down, I’ll get you a drink or something.”
Drunk: *Pushes him* “Wow, you must have not had a father either!”
Luke: *Swings at the man’s face full force, because the man is drunk and it was unexpected it connects right on the temple.*
Drunk: *Falls over and is now spread across the counter*
Luke: *Brushes off his tunic then places a good bit of gold on the counter* “Here this should pay for my stay, and any injuries I may have caused to the bar, oh and also get him a drink in the morning. He’s going to need it.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Looks at the breathtaking necklace with awe*
Luke: *Sneaks over to the woman* “Hello beautiful, that necklace is gorgeous.”
Woman: *Twirls it in between her fingers while smiling* “Oh why thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”
Luke: “I’d be lying if I disagreed, but I’m afraid I have to go. If you’re heading to the capital as well maybe we can meet up and get to know each other a little better there.”
Woman: “I’d like that.” *Heads off in another direction, while smiling*
Luke: *Really hopes he get to know her a little better*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Ok since it seems pretty steampunk, would it be ok if my character became sort of a bioengineer? For example, I’d get a master blacksmith to make a frame, then a high level mage to enchant it, then my character could apply it in surgery? That would be to make limbs or other digits, though organs and such will probably unless you guys say so (Would be so awesome if you did) I wouldn’t try anything. Also if the operation fails it would probably end up in amputation of limb, or surrounding limbs? It would also take probably weeks of RP prep, then the surgery itself would be a long RP process, then recovery would take a long time as well. My character would not be able to make limbs and all that by himself of course. It would take a large number of other highly skilled artisans. I would also try and get a Primary degree before doing anything really big.
Other notes:
IGN: Deremotive
Real-Life Age:
make a guess
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Not currently.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
Yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
To maximize progress towards a single goal, usually ignoring Lore, Atmosphere and roleplaying. It is also the act of forcing something upon another player, such as Bob instantly cuts of Bill's head
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Metagaming is using out side knowledge of events to influence in game events. Such as a friend telling you the secret weakness his character having in OOC and the using that weakness IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
To create a character in a world and play the character out as the CHARACTER would react, not as you. Such as: You aren’t easily scared, but your character is. So when a skeleton pops out, your character faints, even when you would not.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:
No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When given the permission via the character's player.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
In OOC chat, or in ((These things))
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Yes, I have
Who is allowed to use magic?:
Mages
Who are the Fallen?:
a Group of people who were separated from the main population and formed there own history, beliefs and society. They are adapt at magic.
When and how did our current government come to be?:
169 A.R. After a civil war, the monarchy was replaced by the chancellery and the masters.
Who are the Order of Aradin?:
A group of knights who are sworn to protect and upheld the chancellery, and protect the skys. After being totally removed, then reconstructed, they await their new Knight leader, who will be chosen via the Grand Tournament.
What are the Net and Essence?
a Mystical barrier that has been there since the raising and protects people from falling forever. It is also connected to five different artifacts, and is disrupted when those items are taken. Essence is our planes form of mana, but is no where near as potent, only useful for keeping items safe from being lost in the net, along with slight boosts of strength, speed, healing.
Who is/was Jensen?
Jensen was spirit who was unable to pass onto Exterminus, and was forced to take dead bodys as hosts. He was at one point, a single mind with multiple personality, but he fused them together and became even more dangerous. He was adept mage and is unkillable. He was only defeated after the Head Master personally trapped him inside a shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
SA, SotA,
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
haracter Information
Name: Jackson E. Tarot
Age: 41
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: A large, gruff body with a slight circle shape. He has a large curly beard and sideburns, along with a small red nose and curly black hair. He is 7'8
Screen capture of your skin:
http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/a-humble-blacksmith/
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Born to a some what wealthy blacksmith family, Jackson was raised in the arts of the forge. His father, Ezekiel Tarot was a large and strict man, but he kept true to his words and tried to be as fair as possible. His mother, Torae Revel, on the other hand was some what delicate, a former traders daughter who had been the youngest of his dynasty. After their brief matrimony aboard one of Torae's fathers ship, they went to the capital and bought a small house and workshop. Here, Jackson was born and delivered by doctors. Jackson grew fast and learned fast as well, watching his father work in his shop.
“'Ey daddy, watcha makin in there?” said Jackson curiously. “S'words” said his father in a brief interlude between hammer swings. “What kinda swords?” said Jackson. “Iron, of course. Ain't nobody got gold for a diamond or Golden one.” Said his father, finishing the hammering. He continued on with the process of finishing sword while Jackson watched intently. When his father finished, Jackson said “Daddy, when I grow up, I wanna be a black smith, just like you!” His father turned to him and patted him on the head and ruffled his black hair. “Im sure you will, yah little tyke. Now back to bed with ya, work days over for now.” said his father before picking him up and carrying Jackson back to his room
From then on, Jackson studied and helped his father when ever possible, and in return, his father taught him how to forge tools and how to smelt metals. As time went on, he got better and better until his father could teach him nothing more. It was then, at age twenty five, did Jackson go out and buy his own Workshop with a small bedroom above. He worked that shop for ten years before purchasing a larger one with more room and a bigger living space. It was then that disaster struck and it burned down.
Jackson sat there on his rump, looking at the ashes of his former workshop. He had been five days from paying it off. He sat there confused at what to do next. He had been planning to one day to possibly open up a chain, or maybe start family. But this had definitely thrown a wrench into his plans. Perhaps I could retire early, he thought to himself.
After purchasing a home in brightwater and living there for around ten years, Jackson began to grow bored with his life. He missed the clanging of metal and heat of the forges, and decided to return to the capital to open up a new shop.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Open up a new forge and shop
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He is physically large and strong, from the years working. He also has a very large knowledge base of crafting and forging. He is also a kind hart man who trys to see the best in people.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He can be somewhat absent minded, and knows little in actual combat. He is also forgiving of mistakes and trys not to be harsh to people when he can, and can be very nervous about the quality of his craft.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Well, I was lookin out my shop towards street when a cupple a big ruffians walked over and began bullyin a young lass. So I grabbed mah biggest hammer, used for broadswoards and walked out and shouted “HEY, You guys leave that lass alone!” The littler one sorta walked away from the girl, but the bigger one walked towards me and said “Shut it ol' man, or your next.” So I walked over to him, stood up real tall, smacked em REAL hard in the chest with my hammer. He fell over and the little man ran away. Lookin down on the man, I called the lass over and asked her to help me pick em up so we could get em to the hospital, if needed. When we got there, and gave the boy over to the nurse, I learned that the lass had been walkin down the street when these thugs came up and started harasssin her. Thats when I escorted her home and went back to me shop to finish up
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
“Im sorreh sir, but I just cant. I've got a shop to look after, and a ton of orders to fufill. And I aint much of a adventurin type, yah see? Unless yah need a blacksmith, I would look else where” Said Jackson to the man. “But imagine the treasure! Who knows what riches you can obtain” Said the man, rubbing his hands together. “Sir, If I wanted to, I could have bought one of dem fancy airships a while back and gone on all kinds of adventure. But im just not that kinda man, you see?” Said Jackson before taking a chug of his drink. “Alright..But perhaps I could buy some weaponry? And a few tools?” Said the man in disappointment. Jackson smiled, then said “Now your talkin my language”
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Jackson looks at the man sadly before walking over and helping him up. “Now sir, I hate to see a man starvin on the side of the road. Come on, lets get to my house, I could use a bit of company over dinner” Jackson said as he lead the man towards his home.
“Now if you get hungry again mister, just come on back, you hear? I've got plenty a food, way more then I need.” he hollered after the man as he walked away, basket full of food with in hand.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Jackson stands up, showing his height and large muscles, before looking down at the man. “Sir, I try not to get offended by such rude comments, but Im gona ask you somethin: Do you want start somthin?” He Cracks his knuckles before looking down at the man with condescending eyes. The man flashes up and punches Jackson straight in his gut. Jackson just shakes his head before slams the man against the while, knocking him out. He walks over to the bar, pays for the both his and the mans drinks before walking back home
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Jackson marvels at the necklace for a moment, reminded of a necklace he once made for a pretty girl he had admired back when he was starting out. “Oh man, was she a looker” he said to himself before turning back to the sword on his anvil. Perhaps he could get himself some gold, or melt a few coins and make a replica. That sure would be a fun challenge, he thought. After finishing the sword he went back inside and began tracing out a rough picture of the necklace on a piece of paper, before heading back to bed.
arkydog/arkantos1279:
I was tilting back and forth on whether or not I should accept you. Perhaps you caught me on a good day; I decided that you can prove yourself a very capable roleplayer. Welcome to The Anerian Chronicles by Silver Gaming! Check out our forums at http://aneria.enjin.com to catch up on current events and to interact with the community outside of Minecraft!
EDIT: I am going to have to answer your question at a later time. Sorry about the inconvenience.
Deferred:
MythhunterDere/deremotive:
First of all, the format. Did something mess up in Word while you were writing the app, because this app was difficult to read. Anywho, let's get on with the actual technicalities on why this was deferred.
Overall, this application was worse than your application for Cosak. I'm not sure why this is the case; perhaps you thought you would get an easier pass if you were already accepted once before. If so, that is most definitely not the case. In fact, it is the opposite, especially from someone who was accepted on their first try. I also see that you decided to put in the full application, which gives me the suspicion that perhaps you haven't payed attention when you were reading or re-reading the OP. Because of this, I will review the app from top to bottom without skipping the OOC questions. You wrote 'mages' when asked who can use magic. You and I both know that mages are not the only people who can use or learn how to use magic. Now, let's move on to the IC section of your application. In the physical description you sad he was 7'8. That is.... It just doesn't work. Make your characters physique more realistic. Your character, Jackson, is like an empty canvas. There is so much potential for an amazing, detailed character. However, you explained more about Jackson's parents than you did him. All I learned about Jackson is that, well, he's a blacksmith. This also ties in to your ICRs, and strengths and weaknesses. They don't help with detailing Jackson all that much, either. Let's skip over to your strengths and weaknesses. In your strengths, you say 'He is also a kind hart man who trys to see the best in people.' but you also say this as one of your weaknesses, 'He is also forgiving of mistakes and trys not to be harsh to people when he can'. There's a bit of a contradiction there. Are you saying his kindness is a strength or a weakness? Make up your mind on that. Fix up your application and try again. Good luck.
IGN: 99thslayer
Real-Life Age: 15
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): No, I do not have Skype currently.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes, and yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP on another without allowing them the chance to respond.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information for RP purposes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Best way I can explain it is this: Using a character made by you in a fantasy world.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only with the permission of the other player.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC channel, in the IC channel with parentheses around the OOC, or in private messages to other players.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes and yes
Who is allowed to use magic? Those who attain magic through RP, mages, priests, paladins, and staff who start with magic.
Who are the Fallen?: Also known as the Medori, the Fallen are a group of superstitious magic users who try to avoid conflict if possible.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The year 169 After Raising, after the fall of the Linyeran Monarchy in 167 A.R., as a result of famine, and the deaths of the Monarchs.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights tasked with keeping the Chancellery safe.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier used to keep people careless enough to fall off the islands from falling endlessly by transporting them safely to the nearest island at the cost of some non living items or Essence. Essence (or XP) is received by completing basic tasks, such as killing monsters, mining and cooking. Essence can be stored in emeralds and given to other people. Essence can also be used to keep items should one fall into the Net.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was, at one point, husband of the Goddess Aneria. Being the husband of a goddess, he was granted immortality, but died of age regardless.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Multiple forum roleplays and three roleplay servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Roleplay craft, I left because I no longer felt welcome. The Frontier of Krinvala, I left because the server was permanently shut down. Sector 2, I have not completely left that server as of yet.
Character Information
Name: Laries (Lar-ee-ez) Enthia
Age: 27
Class: Paladin
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery
Physical description: Laries has pale skin, brown hair, red eyes, an eye color he was interestingly born with, stands at six feet two inches, wears a blackish tunic, leggings and shoes.
Screen capture of your skin: Will be posted as soon as I find out how to paste pictures here directly from files.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Laries was born as an only child to a moderately wealthy family. His father was once a guard for the Capital and his mother was a produce merchant. Laries spends most of his time at home training and being taught by his father about the ways of the sword. Since Laries spent much of his time with his father, he hasn't really made any friends.
When Laries turned 19 his parents turned him loose, gave him a bit of money and sent him to live on his own. Laries' life was somewhat successful, he managed to buy a small house, got a job as a bounty hunter, and met a girl by the name of Rhunia.
Laries led a normal life until the dark time, otherwise known as the Jensen Crisis. He spent much of the time getting those too weak or too young to defend themselves. After he evacuated all those he could, he went off to get his parents, only to be stopped by some rubble falling on a person in front of him. After removing some of the debris, he noticed that the person was Rhunia, unmoving and unbreathing. Instead of continuing, he spent the rest of the time getting Rhunia's body out of the rubble and getting the corpse out of the fray, an action he regrets somewhat.
After getting the body somewhere safe, he went back to look for his parents, to no avail. His parents were nowhere to be found. Laries made it his goal to find his parents and get them back, be it to a graveyard or back home.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To discover what happened to his parents and find them.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is not easily swayed, he has a somewhat strong body, he is interestingly agile.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He possesses a great fear of darkness, his mind is not as strong as that of the average man.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): None at all
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
I kept walking and notified a guard who thanked me for informing him and went over to the two men.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
I was walking around the docks for the airships when I was stopped by a man. "You there, you look like the adventuring type. How would you like to join my crew on an expedition? Think of the wealth, the riches, the adventure, the women." He said. "Thanks for the offer, but I must decline." I said, sensing a possible trap.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
I walked up to the old man and offered him some food, and took it happily. "Bless you." He said.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I walked over to the man. "That's not very nice you know. Come on, this guy does not know what he is saying." I took my mother and left, leaving the man to mutter under his breath.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"No, it does not belong to me, so I cannot take it." I say internally.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? None whatsoever.
Other notes: Pasta!
99thslayer:
Double deferred means you only get one more try rather than two. I put this because, while the app was way below average, I see potential from you. Let's go over the things you need to fix up.
- Some of your OOC questions were either not fully answered, or incorrect. Powergaming can mean more than just forcing an action onto another. Not /all/ Medori are magic users; they just have more potential to be one than the regular citizen. You also forgot to put something else about the Fallen that should be added.
- You cannot start off as a Paladin. Paladin, along with Mages, Priest and Engineers, can only be obtained after training/learning in that field of study in RP. The classes you can start with are Laborer, Craftsman, Ranger, and Bladesman.
- I can't view your skin. I need to be able to view your skin properly so that we know your character fits in with the atmosphere of TAC. Also, he can't have red eyes unless he's an albino, which I doubt. I'm sure you can do away with have a character with natural eyes.
- Your biography was too short. It was less than 300 words, which is way below the excusable amount. This ties in with my next problem, because your character was very... dry. He didn't feel human at all. Flesh him out, give him more and better events that explains Laries, because right now, he's not a very interesting character.
- Your ICRs were also too short. Give him more actions and dialogue that'll help explain what he is doing in full detail. Remember not to powergame though, using your strengths and weaknesses to help you decide on what your character may or may not do.
Fix these up and you should be good to go! Good luck, this is your one and only chance.
If you guys ever need help writing your apps, whether ideas or peer-editing, don't be afraid to message us before actually posting the thing for review.
^. If you need help with anything, anything at all, just give us a message. It includes anything from rules to lore.
And here's some word from someone who recently joined the community, the staff here are by far the best I've ever come across. They're kind and helpful, and umm, kind xD. If your app is deferred they'll explain everything that needs fixing, making it super easy to perfect your app. And don't get me started on how they are on the server... They'll help with anything that needs help and will answer all your questions no mater how much they get asked the same questions from other players. If you're just checking out the thread for a new rp server to join, I highly reccomend this one.
-Danny
Real-Life Age: 17
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I suppose.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Performing actions that your character could not/would not do, such as spontaneously evolving beyond the limits of a human body and becoming a being made entirely of pure energy with the ability to possess people and read their minds.
It also extends to meaning, in short, breaking character.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using external (OOC) knowledge or sources to influence your internal (IC) decisions
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: The act of assuming a character and his/her mannerisms and following them to the best of your ability, essentially 'improv. acting'.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: No.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Sparingly, and surrounded in parentheses.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Would I be applying if I didn't? (yes)
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages and priests after earning the ability to do so.
Who are the Fallen?: A group of magic-users and isolationists who prefer to avoid conflict.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after the Warden of the East rebelled and killed nearly the entire Linyera family, then put in place the current government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An order of knights meant to protect the Chancellery from any kind of attack
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a force that saves people from falling off the edge of the islands. The Essence is an alternate form of mana that can save your items along with you when the net is activated.
Who is/was Jensen? An evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Little, if any. I played RomeCraft: Frontier for a while.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: As previously mentioned, the older version of RomeCraft. I felt a little left out; it seemed like the only people truly involved in the roleplay and actual story were people who had been already playing for a long time.
Character Information
Name: Colette "Phoenix" Aster
Age: 22
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen
Physical description: Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing her mother's herbalist cloak, and her first-mate hat and coat made by her uncle.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/hwY60GA
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I grew up on an airship. Born and raised in the air. My uncle, Demitri, was a trader and a traveler, moving goods across the known world. For me, every day was a journey, an exploration, an adventure. At the end of every day I would lie down and listen wide-eyed to my uncle tell me stories of my father. I learned he was a great man. A traveler, like my uncle, but he'd had so many adventures that I couldn't count them all. Tales of how he'd fought off a dozen pirates with nothing more than a tea cup and a handful of marbles. I grew up idolizing a man whom I'd never met, and wishing some day I could be as great as him.
There was a day, which you can imagine started just like any other. We'd landed at another remote city; I'd started to get tired of remembering what each one was called, and began to unload crates full of stock to grateful merchants for coin. I was lifting a particularly heavy one when a scraggly-looking character bumped into me and made me drop it on my own foot. I cursed, then bit my lip as I wedged it off, and stared daggers at the man who had continued on his way without a second glance. I went to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and demand he apologize. The instant my hand touched the cloth on his shirt, he grabbed my wrist and swung around with a previously concealed dagger to my throat, and a smile that reeked of nefarious intent.
I froze in my place and glanced for help. He released my wrist and put a finger to his lips. "sh." And he then moved behind me, the dagger to my back, and walked me onto the ship. The other crewman seemed to believe I was letting another merchant look at the wares, to make a future trade arrangement. Once about half the crates had been unloaded, he cupped his hands to his mouth and made a strange, bird-like noise. Out several of the crates burst armed men, each killing a man to prove conviction, and taking another hostage. "Pirates", I muttered under my breath. As the man who'd held me hostage gazed pridefully over the apparently successful takeover by his men, I crouched down slowly, going for the dagger hidden in my boot. I saw my uncle, taken hostage on the deck, and he gave me a subtle nod as I drew the blade.
Quickly, I leapt toward my assailant, dagger pointed to his throat. Before I could think, I was on the ground with a knife in my right hand, trickling copious amounts of blood onto the deck. My scream of agony was quickly halted by a heavy boot on my chest as the scraggly man leaned over me and said in a low voice, "I expected more." He removed the knife from my hand which I quickly clenched, and tried to bandage with a cloth torn from my sleeve. He stood me up on my feet, and watched as his men loaded the crates back onto their newest ship, formerly belonging to my uncle. After the crates had been loaded, he had his men kick the other prisoners overboard - all except for my uncle and I - leaving them all behind.
Immediately after leaving the port, the new Captain threw me to the ground, and then to my surprise, gave me my dagger back. I hesitated, confused, then slowly picked it up and regained my stance, facing the man as he drew his, and dropped it to the deck, where it pierced the wood and stood perfectly straight. He mouthed the words, "Come at me," and gestured to do so with his hand. I did, with fury in my eyes, and lunged for his chest. He grabbed my wrist and used my own momentum to send me crashing into a crate. As I stood back up with blood dripping from my nose, I prepared another charge. This time, he held up his hand to stop, and said "I expected better, Colette. I'm disappointed in you." He grinned at me, and I stood there confused. How did he know my name? Had I met him before in another city? it didn't matter. All that mattered is that I was going to take this ship back, or die trying.
I changed the grip on my dagger, and came at him with a swipe from the side, aimed for his neck. He took a half-step back, mocking the attack as it whisped by just short of his chest. "If that's the bet you've got, I might as well kill you now." He shrugged, then as I came in with another attack, he grabbed my hand, slipped the blade from my grip, and kicked him in the stomach to send me back to the floor. "I expected more, coming from my own blood. Your mother would have been ashamed at this performance." I stood there baffled for a moment, then got back up and looked him up and down as if expecting an explanation. He gave none. He simply turned to my uncle who was still being held and asked "Does the boy not know?" he laughed, "Have you told him nothing of your great brother, Demitri?" My uncle looked with shame in his eyes to me. This brigand was my father.
He then locked me up in a storage room below deck. There I spent the remainder of the day and the following night heartbroken, crying myself to sleep. I could see feint moonlight from the window in my make-shift cell. Learning the stories of my father were all a lie was more than I could bare. I sat wondering what to do for hours. Time seemed to speed by as I spent my days in the cell, refusing to eat the food they gave me. I knew nothing of what happened to my uncle, and I could see no reason to try and stay alive to be a slave to these scoundrels. One night, a baked roll slipped through the food-door on the bottom of the wooden door to my cell. The guard said "The Captain's givin' ye a chance. Ye'd take it if ye weren't totally mad." I had no idea what this meant. I took the roll, and under it was a short letter, and a key. "Demitri was wise, and decided to stay as my second in command. I offer you a chance to help me as well. Come to my quarters." Fury burned in my eyes, as the tears seared down my cheeks. My uncle had given in to the enemy. I took the key, and opened the door.
As soon as I did, the guard waiting outside to escort me quickly found the metal tray the food was on crashing across his face. After he fell, before he could yell, I took the roll and shoved it down his throat. I took a loose nail out of the floor and shoved it through his hand to pin it down as he tried to struggle for freedom. In a few minutes, he ceased movement. I checked his pulse. I'd suffocated him. I quickly crept to the deck, trying to avoid any further men. It was night. Most of them were asleep in their cots. I found an emergency dingy, climbed aboard, and without looking back, set sail into the open air. I planned to go wherever the wind would take me, and just maybe, one day many years from now when I was ready, return to that ship to give my father the fight he'd expected.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Survive and thrive, and perhaps build up a following to take back his uncle's ship.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Her years in trade have given him a silver tongue. She has guile and wit, and knows how to haggle with the shrewdest of business men. Relatively fit and strong from moving cargo.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): A novice with any weapon, as there hasn't been much need to fight. She has a terrible fear of spiders. Often doesn't think things through.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Walks up behind them and asks them to stop*
*They refuse*
*Asks to speak to one of them, and takes him aside*
*Pays him a nice little bit of money to leave her alone*
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
*Denies proposal*
*Would seek to make a living in the current city, and has spent his entire life doing honest work, not believing in shortcuts, and always wary of a scam*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Buy bread from a nearby stall and give him some*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Initiate boiling rage-filled bar-fight sequence*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Think of offering to buy it, then decide there are better things to waste coin on*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I apologize for the lengthy backstory. I hope the whitelisters don't mind.
Also, I apologize for grammatical errors you may find. I think I have some degree of lysdexia.
Phoenix_Buster/ _S3kshun8_
Not too shabby for someone with very little RP experience. There were a few minor problems that have to be fixed, unfortunately.
- While your explanation for how you can obtain magic is correct, there is a class/group that you missed that has the ability to use magic, after they have learned it through RP of course. Furthermore, the Medori/Fallen are not all magic-users, nor are they necessarily isolationists; they were isolated, yes, but they didn't choose to separate themselves from other nations (or the Chancellery in this case).
- Your character is a female, yes? I was confused by "Her years in trade have given him a silver tongue." "*Would seek to make a living in the current city, and has spent his entire life doing honest work, not believing in shortcuts, and always wary of a scam*" and some other statements.
- Having a terrible fear of spiders would be very difficult, considering you face spiders on a nightly basis when you are not in the safe dimensions of the Capital. It feels like that weakness was just added there to fill in space. I mean, there is no reference to it in the biography nor your ICRs.
- Speaking of ICRs, your ICRs need to be a paragraph long. I'd also like to see dialogue included with the actions and details. Three of your ICRs just have one line of text. That is not acceptable in the least bit.
I'll work on the ICRs and maybe try to either incorporate the arachnophobia in some way, or just find something that makes more sense.
As for the misuse of masculine and feminine pronouns... I was almost sure that'd happened. After making the app, I went back to edit it because I arbitrarily decided to make the character female, and I had done the entire app with him/her as a male. I tried to find and replace most of the instances, but I was sure I'd miss a few.
In some forums I've seen that the staff prefer you to re-post your entire app; I'm not sure if that is the case here, so I'll attempt to just fix the issues:
The Medori were separated from the masses during The Raising, and formed a tribal-like society with their own spiritual superstitions and beliefs. They are adept at magic, and prefer to avoid conflict if at all possible.
Paladins are also allowed to use magic after obtaining the ability to do so.
ICRs:
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Colette approaches the men from behind and in a somewhat sassy tone says "Can I help either of you?"*
*They turn and one responds "No." He then shoos her away with his hand and adds "This is none of your business."*
*Colette smiles and replies "What if I make it make it my busniess..?" and poses with her hands on her hips, shaping her body like an 'S' and pursing her lips*
*The men smile at each other and leave the girl and walk to Colette. She gives the girl a wink and she takes off*
*As one of the men come she puts her hand on his jaw*
"So, I'm sure we can work something out..." She says in a low voice. Then, before he can respond, she thrusts a swift knee to his nether-regions and takes a step back as he buckles and his voice reaches a glass-breaking high note. The other man, deciding it wasn't worth it, helps him up and they walk off trying to pretend as hard as they could that they had not just been completely emasculated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hm..." Colette would say with her fist on her chin.
"How about no."
She would wish the man luck on his travels, but tell him she'd seen enough traveling for a while.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Colette would pause in front of the poor man and frown, then get down lower and say "I won't spare any coin, but I was just on my way to get something to eat. Would you like to join me?" And smile. The man would graciously accept, and come with her.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Colette would smirk with a smile and tilt her head to him. "I'm sorry, I think I must be hard of hearing. What was that again?" He would repeat the mistake.
"Aye. That's what I thought the first time."
She would go back to her own drink, take a swig completely calmly, then suddenly turn to smash the glass across the man's face, and spit near him on the floor with a scowl that could kill a lesser man. If he was not unconscious, she would kick him while he was down, and perhaps go so far as to use the furniture to her aid until he'd learned the best idea was to not get up until she'd left.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Hm..." Colette would mutter to herself "One of those... Couldn't hurt, right?" She would then proceed to follow the woman for a bit, and tap her shoulder. "Excuse me, where did you get that?" and point to her necklace. "It's a family heirloom" she would reply with a smile. "Is it for sale?" Colette would ask with an innocent smile and roll a coin between her knuckles. "Hm.. I'd never thought about selling it." She'd say, "I suppose.. For the right price. It's been in the family for generations. How about..." [I'm not sure what the currency is, or the level of inflation, so I'll just say *She gives a ridiculously outrageous price*] "Ha!" Colette would scoff. "I think not!" They would haggle the price down, but Colette has never been overly fond of jewelry, and so relatively uneventfully, she would shake her head and walk away, thanking the woman for her time.
Now the fear of spiders... Hm.. Would I need to replace it, or will it suffice to simply remove it?
I recommend you replace it with something else just for balancing your character out.
Real-Life Age: 17
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I suppose.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Performing actions that your character could not/would not do, such as spontaneously evolving beyond the limits of a human body and becoming a being made entirely of pure energy with the ability to possess people and read their minds.
It also extends to meaning, in short, breaking character.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using external (OOC) knowledge or sources to influence your internal (IC) decisions
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: The act of assuming a character and his/her mannerisms and following them to the best of your ability, essentially 'improv. acting'.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: No. (Not without consent)
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Sparingly, and surrounded in parentheses.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Would I be applying if I didn't? (yes)
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, paladins and priests after earning the ability to do so.
Who are the Fallen?: The Medori, a.k.a. "The Fallen", were separated from the masses during The Raising, and formed a tribal-like society with their own spiritual superstitions and beliefs. They are adept at magic, and prefer to avoid conflict if at all possible.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after the Warden of the East rebelled and killed nearly the entire Linyera family, then put in place the current government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An order of knights meant to protect the Chancellery from any kind of attack
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a force that saves people from falling off the edge of the islands. The Essence is an alternate form of mana that can save your items along with you when the net is activated.
Who is/was Jensen? An evil immortal who was a husband of a goddess, he tried to gather five ancient artifacts to destroy the world as we know it. After a great battle he was sealed in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Little, if any. I played RomeCraft: Frontier for a while.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: As previously mentioned, the older version of RomeCraft. I felt a little left out; it seemed like the only people truly involved in the roleplay and actual story were people who had been already playing for a long time.
Character Information
Name: Colette "Phoenix" Aster
Age: 22
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen
Physical description: Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing her mother's herbalist's cloak, and her first-mate hat and coat made by her uncle.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/hwY60GA
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
I grew up on an airship. Born and raised in the air. My uncle, Demitri, was a trader and a traveler, moving goods across the known world. For me, every day was a journey, an exploration, an adventure. At the end of every day I would lie down and listen wide-eyed to my uncle tell me stories of my father. I learned he was a great man. A traveler, like my uncle, but he'd had so many adventures that I couldn't count them all. Tales of how he'd fought off a dozen pirates with nothing more than a tea cup and a handful of marbles. I grew up idolizing a man whom I'd never met, and wishing some day I could be as great as him.
There was a day, which you can imagine started just like any other. We'd landed at another remote city; I'd started to get tired of remembering what each one was called, and began to unload crates full of stock to grateful merchants for coin. I was lifting a particularly heavy one when a scraggly-looking character bumped into me and made me drop it on my own foot. I cursed, then bit my lip as I wedged it off, and stared daggers at the man who had continued on his way without a second glance. I went to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and demand he apologize. The instant my hand touched the cloth on his shirt, he grabbed my wrist and swung around with a previously concealed dagger to my throat, and a smile that reeked of nefarious intent.
I froze in my place and glanced for help. He released my wrist and put a finger to his lips. "sh." And he then moved behind me, the dagger to my back, and walked me onto the ship. The other crewman seemed to believe I was letting another merchant look at the wares, to make a future trade arrangement. Once about half the crates had been unloaded, he cupped his hands to his mouth and made a strange, bird-like noise. Out several of the crates burst armed men, each killing a man to prove conviction, and taking another hostage. "Pirates", I muttered under my breath. As the man who'd held me hostage gazed pridefully over the apparently successful takeover by his men, I crouched down slowly, going for the dagger hidden in my boot. I saw my uncle, taken hostage on the deck, and he gave me a subtle nod as I drew the blade.
Quickly, I leapt toward my assailant, dagger pointed to his throat. Before I could think, I was on the ground with a knife in my right hand, trickling copious amounts of blood onto the deck. My scream of agony was quickly halted by a heavy boot on my chest as the scraggly man leaned over me and said in a low voice, "I expected more." He removed the knife from my hand which I quickly clenched, and tried to bandage with a cloth torn from my sleeve. He stood me up on my feet, and watched as his men loaded the crates back onto their newest ship, formerly belonging to my uncle. After the crates had been loaded, he had his men kick the other prisoners overboard - all except for my uncle and I - leaving them all behind.
Immediately after leaving the port, the new Captain threw me to the ground, and then to my surprise, gave me my dagger back. I hesitated, confused, then slowly picked it up and regained my stance, facing the man as he drew his, and dropped it to the deck, where it pierced the wood and stood perfectly straight. He mouthed the words, "Come at me," and gestured to do so with his hand. I did, with fury in my eyes, and lunged for his chest. He grabbed my wrist and used my own momentum to send me crashing into a crate. As I stood back up with blood dripping from my nose, I prepared another charge. This time, he held up his hand to stop, and said "I expected better, Colette. I'm disappointed in you." He grinned at me, and I stood there confused. How did he know my name? Had I met him before in another city? it didn't matter. All that mattered is that I was going to take this ship back, or die trying.
I changed the grip on my dagger, and came at him with a swipe from the side, aimed for his neck. He took a half-step back, mocking the attack as it whisped by just short of his chest. "If that's the bet you've got, I might as well kill you now." He shrugged, then as I came in with another attack, he grabbed my hand, slipped the blade from my grip, and kicked him in the stomach to send me back to the floor. "I expected more, coming from my own blood. Your mother would have been ashamed at this performance." I stood there baffled for a moment, then got back up and looked him up and down as if expecting an explanation. He gave none. He simply turned to my uncle who was still being held and asked "Does the girl not know?" he laughed, "Have you told her nothing of your great brother, Demitri?" My uncle looked with shame in his eyes to me. This brigand was my father.
He then locked me up in a storage room below deck. There I spent the remainder of the day and the following night heartbroken, crying myself to sleep. I could see feint moonlight from the window in my make-shift cell. Learning the stories of my father were all a lie was more than I could bare. I sat wondering what to do for hours. Time seemed to speed by as I spent my days in the cell, refusing to eat the food they gave me. I knew nothing of what happened to my uncle, and I could see no reason to try and stay alive to be a slave to these scoundrels. One night, a baked roll slipped through the food-door on the bottom of the wooden door to my cell. The guard said "The Captain's givin' ye a chance. Ye'd take it if ye weren't totally mad." I had no idea what this meant. I took the roll, and under it was a short letter, and a key. "Demitri was wise, and decided to stay as my second in command. I offer you a chance to help me as well. Come to my quarters." Fury burned in my eyes, as the tears seared down my cheeks. My uncle had given in to the enemy. I took the key, and opened the door.
As soon as I did, the guard waiting outside to escort me quickly found the metal tray the food was on crashing across his face. After he fell, before he could yell, I took the roll and shoved it down his throat. I took a loose nail out of the floor and shoved it through his hand to pin it down as he tried to struggle for freedom. In a few minutes, he ceased movement. I checked his pulse. I'd suffocated him. I quickly crept to the deck, trying to avoid any further men. It was night. Most of them were asleep in their cots. I found an emergency dingy, climbed aboard, and without looking back, set sail into the open air. I planned to go wherever the wind would take me, and just maybe, one day many years from now when I was ready, return to that ship to give my father the fight he'd expected.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Survive and thrive, and perhaps build up a following to take back her uncle's ship one day.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Colette approaches the men from behind and in a somewhat sassy tone says "Can I help either of you?"*
*They turn and one responds "No." He then shoos her away with his hand and adds "This is none of your business."*
*Colette smiles and replies "What if I make it make it my busniess..?" and poses with her hands on her hips, shaping her body like an 'S' and pursing her lips*
*The men smile at each other and leave the girl and walk to Colette. She gives the girl a wink and she takes off*
*As one of the men come she puts her hand on his jaw*
"So, I'm sure we can work something out..." She says in a low voice. Then, before he can respond, she thrusts a swift knee to his nether-regions and takes a step back as he buckles and his voice reaches a glass-breaking high note. The other man, deciding it wasn't worth it, helps him up and they walk off trying to pretend as hard as they could that they had not just been completely emasculated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hm..." Colette would say with her fist on her chin.
"How about no."
She would wish the man luck on his travels, but tell him she'd seen enough traveling for a while. She has been given a keen sense for business, and does not believe in shortcuts, and is always wary of a scam.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Colette would pause in front of the poor man and frown, then get down lower and say "I won't spare any coin, but I was just on my way to get something to eat. Would you like to join me?" And smile. The man would graciously accept, and come with her.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Colette would smirk with a smile and tilt her head to him. "I'm sorry, I think I must be hard of hearing. What was that again?" He would repeat the mistake.
"Aye. That's what I thought the first time."
She would go back to her own drink, take a swig completely calmly, then suddenly turn to smash the glass across the man's face, and spit near him on the floor with a scowl that could kill a lesser man. If he was not unconscious, she would kick him while he was down, and perhaps go so far as to use the furniture to her aid until he'd learned the best idea was to not get up until she'd left.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Hm..." Colette would mutter to herself "One of those... Couldn't hurt, right?" She would then proceed to follow the woman for a bit, and tap her shoulder. "Excuse me, where did you get that?" and point to her necklace. "It's a family heirloom" she would reply with a smile. "Is it for sale?" Colette would ask with an innocent smile and roll a coin between her knuckles. "Hm.. I'd never thought about selling it." She'd say, "I suppose.. For the right price. It's been in the family for generations. How about..." [I'm not sure what the currency is, or the level of inflation, so I'll just say *She gives a ridiculously outrageous price*] "Ha!" Colette would scoff. "I think not!" They would haggle the price down, but Colette has never been overly fond of jewelry, and so relatively uneventfully, she would shake her head and walk away, thanking the woman for her time.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I apologize for the lengthy backstory. I hope the whitelisters don't mind.
Also, I apologize for grammatical errors you may find. I think I have some degree of lysdexia.
I also apologize for any mismatched "him/her" pronouns. I arbitrarily decided to change he gender of my character after filling out the entire form the first time.
Also, a quick question: are there any client mods that we are allowed to use? (Specifically what I had in mind: Optifine, TabbyChat, REI's Minimap, Macros/Keybinds)
Phoenix_Buster/ _S3kshun8_:
Great job improving upon your app! Welcome to The Anerian Chronicles by Silver Gaming! Check out our forums at http://aneria.enjin.com to catch up on current events and to interact with the community outside of Minecraft!
Also, optifine and Rei's Minimap are allowed and even recommended for the server.
If not, I'll just use 32x DokuCraft - Light. I've had a little look around the city and I think the pack works very well with it (Minus the easily replaced orc-villagers)
Server IP is: rp.aneria.us
Event start at: 9:00pm EST
IGN: wechy
Real-Life Age: 14
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Can I say later? I don't want to give it out and have random requests o_o
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Saying "kills [player name who's 2.5 billion kilometers away from your character]" rather than "Attempts to slash sword through {character name] here.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Knowing something out of your character's boundries. In example, you are a guard with no knowledge of potions. A brewer asks for help, and you give them a recipe that you couldn'tve known without reason.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
Acting out a specific role for entertainment, either online or in real life. In example, "Wechy jumped into the air in an attempt to climb the wall."
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:
No one, but I guess the owner could if he really wanted to, no one would really be able to stop him/her...
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When the other player is consenting to their death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
In parentheses.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Who is allowed to use magic?:
Mages and Drakes.
Who are the Fallen?:
They are a race of people who live on an island that moved closer to the common humans which caused turmoil
When and how did our current government come to be?:
169 AR because they defeated the previous rulers of the land in 167 AR.
Who are the Order of Aradin?:
They protect the people from supernatural beings, however, they were disbanded.
What are the Net and Essence?
The net is a net of sorts, catching all who fall off of the islands. Essence is an energy you get from completing basic obstacles.
Who is/was Jensen?
He was the husband of Aneria from before the islands were formed.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
I used to play with my friends and i've been on plenty of games and servers where I roleplay/
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
I don't remember the names because it was a while ago, but I left because they got shut down...
Character Information
Name: Mercedes
Age: 16
Class: Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: Long blonde hair with a leaf in it. She has teal blue eyes, and gold earings. She wears a short skirt and boots.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She wants to be helpful.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She's really nice, but she's not all that physically strong.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): She's not really physically strong, can be annoying sometimes, and not really great at anything.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Uhh, thanks for the offer, but I would prefer to be on my own" Mercedes would say, continuing on.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Mercedes would glance at him, and offer some food to him.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Okay, your insults aren't very offensive. Try again, hun." She would respond.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Nice necklace!" She would comment, and continue on going wherever she was going.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope!
Other notes: A♭ and G♯.