The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/19/2011
Posts:
52
Minecraft:
MiraMuru
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Accepted:
Sjunior- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! I am glad to see more people taking the role of Medori, it's always nice to see what kind of an Idea they have about them. Well written application, I had a good time reading it. Just one note: Since you did say you had traveled quite the bit, I'd just like to say you won't actually be able to fly an Airship IC unless you learn to do so somewhere somehow. But that's all I had to say.
To answer your question, one IC day is one day on MC itself... From when the sun comes up, and then goes down, that's one IC day of course. (So they're /quite/ short at times it will seem). We do have a calendar of somewhat, but no, nothing too exact. I think one day RL is one week, and one week is one Month. I'd ask more about it once you get on the server though, as my knowledge on everything may be lacking.
Tankgod- Great Application! Enjoyed it quite a bit, well written and planned out! Also glad to have you join the Medori crew and be able to welcome you to the Fatherland! Nothing wrong with your app it seems, (Even though your ICRS were short to my taste, I thought you'd made up for it in the rest of the app) so I would just like to welcome you to the Anerian Chronicles!
To answer your question, No, not quite. We've had a lack of balance between the two races we already have, and adding more might not be the best solution to this situation.
KokoroNoSora- Once again, another good application! It's always interesting to see people link each other's characters in one way or another. Glad to see another drunken Medori! We already had one, which didn't end too well for anyone.. but hopefully it'll be different for you! Well written app, glad to have you aboard. Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles!
Here's the link to the forums for you guys: (Join up on the community!) http://aneria.enjin.com/ And hop on the server whenever you want to start your experience with the Anerian Chronicles server and community. (:
Mira~
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
6/12/2012
Posts:
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Minecraft:
Don_rosa
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This is a mini-app, link to first app: Err it's starting to be a while...type in "Tazec" In the search bar, and it'll come up after Joanna's. Character Information
Name: Steaz Quad
Age: 27
Class: Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Member of the Medori
Physical description: Steaz is a strong man with brown hair, some stubbles, and dark clothes. He always has his bow with him, and his face isn't "the cleanest".
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.): From he was very small, Steaz was taught the magic of the bow and sword. He was trained up for fighting his whole childhood, because there was a big war commencing between their island and another. Soon, he became the most skilled archer and swordsman on their island, and he started teaching the little ones himself. After 26 years, the war finally started. That day, he woke up, took a glance at the sun, breathed heavily in and knew. He knew this had to be the day it started. The day he had trained for his whole life. He was wrong. It didn't happen until the day after.
It happened at night, he heard footsteps in the hallway. His dad was never up at night, and his mother moved away a long time ago. His father said that if you didn't sleep all night, you'd perform bad next day, and next day might be the war day. He curiously got up, silently, and took his bow which was laying next to his bed. He silently opened the door, and saw a man's back. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was their armour, so he assumed there was someone going to talk to him about something. He went out and said, with his strong, commanding voice; "Is something wrong?" The man turned, and looked at him. Then he silently handed him a paper and ran away. Steaz shrugged at this, and opened the letter. His dad had been killed. The battle had started without him knowing, on the other island. They didn't bring him, their master ranger, because he had to sleep all night. He was so mad. So mad at his father for not bringing him, and so mad at the person that did. He grabbed his bow in his right hand, put his sword in his sheath and ran out to get on the next airship there. He reached the next one, and they flew over to the other island. He shot the enemies from a distance, before they even got there, without hitting any of his allies. The fight lasted for days, he couldn't count how many, and eventually, he fainted of exhaustion. At that moment, when he fainted, he thought he was going to die. He wasn't scared. He was kind of relieved. Relived he'd die in battle, not like many other wimpy guys do these days, go and kill themselves instead of joining the war. Suicide. He thought that if you did that, you were a weak little pathetic creature. So he was both sad and happy at the same time. Sad he couldn't help his men anymore, happy his death would be this way.
He could barely see a couple of strong feet running towards him, before his eyes closed. He woke up on his own island, in a house he had never been in before. He got up and ran out again to help the others with the fight yet again. A man was standing outside, training on a dummy with his sword. Steaz shouted at him they had to go help, and he stopped training. "No, it's over. We lost." It hit him right in his heart. "What?" "We lost Steaz, they would let me have this house until you recovered, and then we have to move away, away from this place. I know where I'm going. I'm going to live with my family, but you better find a place for yourself mate." He patted him on the back, and gestured for Steaz to follow him towards an airship. For the whole ride, he just thought about the same words. "We lost." His anger was building up inside him. He'd rather DIE than loosing a fight. He had never lost. Never. He was not sad, he was angry. He was so, so angry at everyone. Especially the man that saved him. He should've left him there. Now he had to live with a loss on his side.
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it, as angry as he was. After more days at the airship, the pilot clapped in front of him. "Get off mate, this is the last stop." he said. Steaz looked at the island they had stopped by, and smiled. Nobody knew he had lost a fight there, and neither would they. He took a coin out of his pocket and tipped the pilot, something he seemed to find a bit strange, and then planted his feet at the new island. The pilot said something about "Constance" before the airship dissapeared in the distance. "Constance." he thought. "Home."
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Well, to get friends, get a life, fight again, and never, never loose ever again.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): His arms are extremely strong, after being raised training for a big war with both a bow and a sword, he just got stronger and stronger. The legs are pretty strong aswell, after all the running they did when training, but not near as strong as his arms, in a fight he would prefer using his arms/fists. He is also extremely good with a bow, and pretty good with a sword as the bio says.
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 has a weak point behind his left foot, nobody knows about it, but when he was a kid, he was out training one day, and suddenly an arrow gets shot in his ancle. He fell down and clutched the area arround the foot, with some medical experience, he knew he should leave it until he came home and had bandages. It got bandaged, but it was hurt forever. If somebody kicks, beats or does anything there, it will hurt alot and it will be painful to fight any more.
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. Steaz takes out his bow and aims on one of the feet of the biggest guy. "No way." he mumbles to himself and lets the arrow go. The big man turns and looks down at his foot, seing the arrow sticking out of it and the blood pouring out. He gets furious and shouts at his friend to go get Steaz. This time, he shoots the arm of the guy, so he looses his sword. The girl ran away when they were both distracted, and Steaz looks a the men with a hateful expression, thinking how weak they were to take a little girl that couldn't even fight back. He spit on them, and then left.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? Steaz looks at the man. "This is my home." he says. "And I have enough money, I do not intend to leave this place." The man looks kind of dissapointed. "Please?" Steaz looks kind of curiously, and strongly at the man. "Why do you want me to join so bad?" he says. The man glares at him and walks away, not responding. You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Steaz looks at the man, knowing he promised himself to help everyone as he best could within his power. He looked through his backpack, dissapointed when not finding any food. Then, he runs towards the nearest shop and buys a loaf of bread. He comes back and hands it to the man. He takes his hand up to his dark hair and runs it through, looking up at the sun. "Another life helped." he says to himself.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Hey you, your mother is so fat you can't even compare!" a fellow shouts at him as he is about to leave. Steaz turns, and slowly walks towards the fellow that said so. He draws his knife and looks at it. While stripping his finger at the knife, he says "I don't care what you say about my mother, but nobody is allowed to offend me." he says coldly and puts the knife up to his face. "Got it?" The man nods slowly, seemingly very scared. Steaz nods angrily and leaves the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. "That's a beautiful neckless." Steaz thinks to himself. "Wish I had someone to buy something like that for.." he thinks and watches the woman pass by. "My mother would have suited that, I am sure." he thinks. "But she left a long time ago. He can feel a small anger inside him, for his mother just abandoning them waiting for the big war.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: So yeah, I did my best at fixing it, don't know how good it turned out to be..I hope you atleast got a shape of how he is.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery.
Physical description: About 6'4", very scrawny, pale green eyes. Male. Has curly, graying brown hair. Wears a dark overcoat with dark grey pants. Voice is slightly scratchy from years of smoking.
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.): Danielle was born to a rather well-to-do, if eccentric family. When he was born, they saw his full head of hair and immediately assumed he was a girl, hastily naming him Danielle. When they found out he was, in fact, a boy, they simply decided to call him Dan. Growing up, Dan wasn't athletic in the slightest, and was often left out of the other children's games, though his parents forced him outside anyway to "socialize." When he was shoved out, he'd simply sneak a book and read under a tree while the other children played. He was not bullied, being rather tall for a boy his age, but he would have preferred negative attention to the nonexistent attention that he was given at the time. The boy would imagine himself immersed in the tales he read, a great adventurer or pirate, saving dames and winning games, becoming so immersed in the stories that he adopted many traits of those in the novels (often not the good traits). His favorite, though, were the detective novels. Solving murders, getting the girl, detectives had it all. Though he wanted to join the guard, Dan found himself much too scrawny to do any true guard work. Instead, he decided to open his own detective agency at age 15. Starting out small, working jobs like "The Case of the Missing Cake," (spoiler: the woman's son ate it) "The Case of the Runaway Girl," (he found her hiding in a tree; not very many places to run to on a sky island) and "Mr. Smithers and the Broken Window," (he found his peers who did it and was promptly beaten up for tattling). At age 25, Dan met a wonderful young woman by the name of Gertrude Smithers (the daughter of the man whose window was broken). In a rare act of shyness and boyishness, Dan quietly asked her on a date, which she agreed to and may or may not have done so for a free meal. After the third date or so, though, Trudy, as she liked to be called, fell for Dan. After two years of dating, they were married in a quaint little ceremony by the library, their favorite spot. In another three years' time, they had a beautiful little boy, named Evan after Dan's father. One day, though, Trudy fell ill, and it was found that she had an incurable disease passed down to her by her own mother. After she passed, little baby Evan soon followed. Dan, who had gotten a successful position at the Coin's Office by then to support his little family, was crushed. He reverted to his arrogant, reserved self and restarted the old agency, quitting his clerk's position in a drunken rage. With the small amounts of money he made, Dan was able to scrape by each month, paying the bills and keeping himself fed. Though with recent events, he may very well find himself of a use to the citizens of the Chancellery.
What is your character痴 main goal? (Motivation): To keep himself entertained at any cost (usually by taking the most interesting cases).
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Extremely intelligent and observant, very determined when he has a cause to believe in, high endurance (as in, able to run for a long time), well-spoken.
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.): Physically frail, greedy, very lazy, disconcerned with things that are not related to what he is doing, even if the other thing is more important.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See 鼎haracter Linking Aid・ Please post a link to the topic.): None
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Dan looked at the two men. He was taller than both, but far, far thinner. The girl was younger than him, but not young enough for it to seem strange should she show an interest in the hero who saved her from two thugs. They were saying things such as "Yer gonna dun give us yer money, ain'tcha?" so Dan could obviously outwit them if he tried. However, if they were to somehow see through his predictably clever ruse, they'd pummel him into paste in an instant. Perhaps getting a guard would be the better option, though they'd likely ask him what he was doing in a dark alley in the dead of night. Nothing illegal, just a late-night snack run, but it'd be a pain to explain. As Dan continued considering his options, he heard a weak whimper. The girl lay injured, most of her valuables stripped from her. Dan pressed his lips together, then ran to find a doctor.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Dan squinted at the man. "Do you take me for a suicidal fool?" "I, er...n-no, of course not," the man stammered. "You look to be a-" "Because for the right place, I can be as suicidal a fool as you need. How much are you planning to pay?" The man whispered in Dan's ear the price, and you could practically hear the "cha-ching!" "Good sir, why don't we go somewhere more...private to talk about this?" Dan said, draping his arm around the man and leading him away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Tell me, old bean; why should I further the life of a beggar when I can use this bread for my own survival?" The old man gaped at Dan. "I am a more productive member of society, and therefore sustaining myself should come before sustaining a beggar. So I'm going to ask again: why should I give you this food?" The old man stammered, "B-because it's the...human thing to do." Dan paused. "Quite right. Good answer. I was going to give the bread to you anyway, but very good answer." He tossed the old man the loaf he had been carrying and went on his way, humming quietly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Dan tried to ignore it at first, but the insults kept flying. "An'...an' she laid with allllll the members of the Knights of Aradin, aaaaannnnd..." "THAT IS IT, YOU FOUL-TOUNGED SCOUNDREL!" Dan said, slamming his hands on the bar and pushing himself to his feet. "IF YOU FURTHER INSULT MY MOTHER, I WILL BE LEFT NO CHOICE BUT TO ENGAGE IN FISTICUFFS!" he shouted, turning to face the drunkard. "Izzat right, mister fancy-talk? Ya learn that lang-ee-wage from one o' yer momma's lovers~?" he taunted, swaying back and forth. "If it must come to this, then so be it!" Dan said, charging at the man.
***
"Danielle, you know you can't fight," Mrs. Farthing said, dabbing above his eye with a wet cloth. "Motheeeeeer...I told you not to call me thaaaat..." Dan whined, crossing his arms. "Why couldn't you be more like your brothers? They're strong, married men with stable jobs. I'm eighty-three, Danielle, when will you give me grandchildren? You and that Maxwell fellow certainly are close. Dan, are you gay? Do you like making your dear old mother worry like this? Why do you blah blah blah..." Daniel groaned as his mother droned, deeply regretting defending her in the first place, and neglecting to tell her that he had been both married and had a child before. It would do no good to bring up old wounds.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dan stares at the necklace a moment. "Ah...excuse me, ma'am...where did you get that?" "Oh, the jewler's just down the street." "Thank you. It looks positively marvelous on you." "Oh, you flatter me, sir..." she blushed. Dan nodded politely to her as he remembered the favor that jewler's owed him for finding one of their stolen merchandise crates and grinning.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin: Don't have one, I can always show you in game.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing 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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
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.): Nope.
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 continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
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): YINNYSuperTramp
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Aye!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. An example would be "Chops off head" instead of "Swings axe at head".
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: This means you should not use out-of-character (OOC) knowledge when playing as your character. An example would be having your guard character giving brewing advice to the local Herbalist. Even if OOC you know what ingredients make what potion, that doesn't mean your character does.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character and playing out his or her actions accordingly
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If they allow such to happen.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never. But if it is necessary use parentheses to do so. ( )
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Aye!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have studied it
Who are the Fallen?: A race also known as the Medori, a group of people who are usually superstitious
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery took over after defeating the old Linyera Monarchy in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights created to protect the people of the Islands from supernatural evils and was disbanded by the previous Chancellor, Adam Ceva.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net is under the island, so when you fall off of the island you will be safely transported back up to the island. The net will only carry your supplies if you have essence within you. As a sacrifice to keep your items the net will take away three experience levels.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of Aneria
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Tons I've played, wrote, built and created many RP servers with many different people and on many different servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:over 16 different RP's so won't list them all, but Assassins creep 3.0, RoTA, lord of the rings, Starwars and many more original RP's and I've left them, because they all closed down. which is a real shame as some of them were very good.
Character Information
Name: Alexis Bonewood
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tall, skinny, blonde gentleman in a waist coat. Who wears goggles given to him by his father
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.):
"I don't know about you, but I've been here my entire life. Born and raised in this area. I used to play in and run down alleys and generally be a little kid. My parents, well they were here too. They ran the local tavern their whole lives. Hell, they made it what it is today. You know they came here with nothing, nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few gold coins in my father's purse and from that they built up this tavern. From ***** house, to famed establishment."
*He takes a moment to relive his childhood memories.*
"It was thanks to my parents that I learnt how to run a business. It was thanks to them, that I have this tavern under my own name. It's thanks to them that I have a soft bed to sleep in. I'm proud of my parents and I'm sure as hell not going to disappoint them when it comes to this tavern!"
*He slams down his drink on the table, small drops of cider spill over*
"I fought for this place. Fought to get the tables you drink upon, fought to get the bread you eat. I've done all sorts that I shouldn't have. But I still have this tavern because of it."
*He takes a drink*
"But this has all happened in the past, this is now and now. Well my parents moved into the country side near some strange land I've never heard of. I send them letters every now and then, always get the same response though. 'Doing fine, grass is lovely, sun is shining.' Ah well. So long as they are happy, so am I."
*He smiles*
"Although its not always about my tavern. I want to be able to have friends you know. Have regulars come in, talk about the weather, maybe even get some gossip thats roaming round the district. Hell I could even help out some of the local archeologists. So long as the come past my tavern for a drink afterwards. We could all have a laugh, get drunk sings songs till the morning, then drink some more. Sounds like a great idea actually."
*He laughs*
"I'm a curios person by nature, I like trying new things. So if you have an idea. Don't be a afraid to run it past me. I might even have a pointer or two for you."
*He gets up from his seat*
"So what will it be?"
This has always been a day dream that Alexis has, hoping one day he could own a tavern and chat with a regular like he always does in this specific day dream he has. In reality, his parents didn't own a tavern. They were barely farmers and sold their barely to breweries so that beer could be made. A simple life, but unfortunately Alexis found it too boring. He always dreamed of being on the other end of the brewery. Being the one who bought the beer and sold it at his own tavern. Never knowing what might happen next, maybe tonight there'd be a bar fight, maybe there'd be a stranger in town or maybe it would just be the usual lot who would come in and have a good chat about their adventures.
But Alexis would never know unless he actually owned a tavern. So one day after delivering a load of barely to the breweries, Alexis found the foreman and started to talk to him about getting a job in the brewery itself. Many chats later, Alexis found himself next to an experienced Brew master with a quill and a book, taking down as many notes as possible. Luckily for Alexis, his mother came from a well-off family was educated as a girl. She passed on the ability to read and write to Alexis before he old enough to help out around the farm. A few years, many many barrels of beer, a few failed brews later Alexis found himself, leaving the comfort of the brewery he worked for and taking all the knowledge he gained from his teacher and taking it to the open road.
At the moment Alexis has no idea where he will go, what he might do and even if he will be able to open his own tavern. All he knows, is that right now, he's having the best time of his life.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To own a tavern! Well that, and to make a name for himself. One that will go down in the history books.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Quick thinker, cearful planner, Silver tounge and calm
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.): Not very strong, not a fighter, over confident, if he becomes angry he is uncontrolable and will most likely hurt himself before hurting anyone whose angered him. Sometimes forgetfull (see what I did there?), dry sense of humor.
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.): Created a link for other players to use, hopefully there will be a few apps with my link in
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.
*To himself*
"Damn.. she looks like she could use some help.."
*Quickly running around a corner*
"Guards, gaurds! Help! Murder! There's been a murder! Help! Help! Anyone, come help me!"
*The men, frightend they may be caught, run off*
"Phew.."
*Quickly running up towards the woman*
"Are you ok ma'am? Hopefuly those men won't return anytime soon."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Well! That sounds like a great plan. Just tell me first, where are we headed? What will the split of bounty be? Will I come back alive? Are you a pirate and most of all, can I bring my own stock to sell to the crew? I need the money of course, and why not sell some of my stock the crew while we plunder, no?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Here, have some bread."
*gives the man three loafs of bread*
"Come by my tavern at the end of the night, and I'll be able to give you some more food, perhaps there may be someone in there who can help you with a job."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Whhheeeelll! I see you're a brafe pershon, aren't you? Well I'll have you know, you're mother was such a gooood ***** that I mighth be you're father!"
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*to himself*
"hmm... Should proberbly ask her where she got that"
*To the lady*
Excuse me ma'am! I'm sorry to bother you, I just caught a glimps of your beautiful necklace and I have to know where it is that you got such an amazing work of art."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nay
Other notes: Prepare to have the single most badass tavern owner ever, enter your server
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"We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem."-Douglas Adams, Hitch hikers guide to the Galaxy.
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
Sure thing, I'm guessing a villain app is on the forums?
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing 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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
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.): Nope.
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 continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
ugh, Wish I had as good as luck as you, my computer can't connect to the Wi-Fi.
I'm going to get my friend to fix it next week, so I won't be on for a while. extra
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"I'll cry till' the tears turn to blood then cry till' it's all drained out of me."
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: He is around normal height at 5"10, rather muscular, defined features, black hair, Handsome lad all around, except for a scar over his left eye, he dresses well.
Screen capture of your skin: Unavailable atm.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Matthew steps onto the docks, his pockets jingling with the money he was given, he knows it isn't safe to have it cling and clang around, but no one seems to be around. He cups his hands and breathes into them, warming them up. He looks around at the docks, frowning a bit. "Is this the place she were wanted to go to?" he thinks to himself. He sighs and walks forward, and stops dead in his tracks, he hears armor clanging, guards. Matthew hated all guards, not because he broke the law, but because of what they did to him at his home town, or Amelia rather.
(Flashback time)After a long day of picking up scraps at his father's smith. Matthew's step-father's name was 'Henry Cardonell'. His true father's name was 'Lucas Nightray', and Matthew knew it, but he decided to take on Henry's last name since he had been with him since birth. He decided to stop by and see Amelia, after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other; and Matthew does have a rather large crush on her. As he walks towards her house. He notices three guards, all in a triangle, one in the middle, the other two at his side, they seem to be fixated on something, or someone. As he looks closer, his eyes flare with anger, they are trying to take advantage of Amelia (This was when he had two eyes). He quickly draws his sword that his father gave him for his birthday, which wasn't too long ago. "Off her you PIGS" He shouts at the guards. One of them turns, and scoffs at him, "Go on home kid! Dis be guards business onleh." Said the guard who turned. At this point Matthew didn't care that that they were armored. He didn't care that they outnumbered him, he only wanted Amelia safe, and them dead.
He swung at the guards chest with his sword, the guard jumped back and drew his own sword. "Dat yer bes move boy!?" The guard yelled at him. Enraged Matthew lunged again, but the guard swung at him before he was close, as his sword was longer than Matthews. It hit him on the eyebrow, slicing downwards into his eye, causing him tremendous pain. Matthew clutches his eye with one hand, the blood trickling between his fingers, he looks at them with his other, even angrier.
Matthew wouldn't give up, Amelia was his friend, and even though she may not feel the same way, she was his whole world, and if they messed with her, they might as well mess with him too. He holds his eye still, and takes his sword in his hand and with all his might swings at the guards chest. Unprepared, as the guard was focused on the blood, his chest is struck, and a deafening screech can be heard as the sword cuts through the metal, causing the guard to hunch over in pain, by this time the other two have turned to him, they are angry, and ready to fight, swords drawn. They both lunge at him, from each side, he is cut on his arm, and dodges the sweep for his legs, and then they both attack again, he blocks one, they cut his side, he is angry, but not even his rage can beat skill like this. After a while Matthew is cut up, he is bleeding profusely. His vision is blanking in and out, he is moving by instinct, dodging some, but not nearly enough of the attacks.
Matthew's and Amelia's fathers rushed up, wielding swords Matthews father had made, and they protected Matthew, sending the guards away. They got him to the town doctor as quickly as possible, during the whole time all he asked was if Amelia was okay, and where she was, how she felt. After a few months the doctor had him healed, and back to normal, well; almost normal. His left eye is cut in two pieces, the doctor gave him a bandage to wear, which he did to help it heal, but after a while, he got used to it, and didn't hide it, it gave him a sense of purpose, reminding him everyday why he gets up, why he practices with the sword, and why he followed her. After the incident, Amelia's parents decided to send her away, to the "Capital", Matthew begged his parents endlessly to go, he worked, and saved up money, just so he could go with her. Until Finally, he had enough to pay for the trip, before he left his father gave him his blessing, some spare coins, and a sword, one of his finest.(End flashback time). He watched as the guards passed, holding his breath. As soon as they pass he takes a breathe, pats on his shirt for a moment, then walks into the Capital.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He wants to win Amelia's heart, and he will follow her to ends of the earth to protect her.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is very strong, he is skilled with swords and daggers, he is very loyal, He is very brave as well, He isn't tricked too easily. He has a slightly above average intelligence. When he is enraged, he blocks out pain, he doesn't know when to stop, this can be bad too, but it is also helpful.
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.): Over his left eye is a scar given to him by from the guards of his home town. He cannot see out of it, and hitting it would cause him much pain. And because he is very strong, he isn't very fast when it comes to running. He is over protective of Amelia, and I guess if being anti-social is a weakness, then put that here too.
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.):
Yes,
(Jaeden111) Amelia. She is his reason for moving.
(Tiffosaur) Eleonore. She is his half sister.
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 armored men harassing a young girl. Instantly Matthew is reminded of the incident with Amelia, no girl should have to go through that. "And just /what/ in the name of Aneria, are you two oafs doing to that young lady!?" He shouts at them. Instead of waiting for one to turn like he made the mistake of doing, he pushes one to the side roughly and draws his sword. "Are these men giving you trouble miss?" *The young lady nods* Matthew draws his attention to the one nearest the girl. He kicks at his knee cap with full force. The armored man was expecting an attack from the upper body and his knee cap is kicked at, disabling his leg for enough time to beat him on the forehead with the hilt of Matthews sword. At this point the other man is back on his feet, glaring at Matthew. The man steps forward and Matthew reaches down and flings a small pile of dirt towards his eyes then goes to tackle him. The armored man swats the dirt away but doesn't see him rushing at him, he is tackled and his head hits the stone behind him. Matthew stands up looking down at him, and looks back at the girl. "Please, get out of here, they won't hurt you anymore." she nods and asks as she leaves "Wh-what is your name?" He replies to her hesitantly. "Matthew Cardonell.."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Ello young man! If ya join me crew I ken promise ya riches beyond ya dreams!" Ever since the incident, Matthew has been skeptical about peoples true intentions, and besides, he isn't here to go adventuring, he is here to win Amelia's heart, and that's what he intends to do. "No sir, I won't be joining. I have much more important matters to attend to." The man frowns, then disregards him and goes to the next man on the street.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Matthew looks down at the man, his family wasn't exceptionally rich, but he was never without food. "S-sonny.. can you spare some bread for me please? I-I haven't eaten in days.." The old man says in a frail voice. Matthew then reaches into his bag and pulls out a loaf of bread wrapped in some paper. "Here you go sir." He takes half of the loaf and hands it to the man. Then man looks up at him, eyes widening. "Bless you lad! May Aneria bless you for many years to come!" He says happily, nomming on the bread as Matthew walks away.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Matthew doesn't take kindly to insults about his family, or anyone close to him, especially /not/ his mother. "What did you just say to me? You good for nothing drunkard?" The man repeats the insult to him, louder so more people can here. Matthew nods. "Thought so." He quickly sends a fist at his face, connecting quickly, knocking the man onto the ground, as he was already tipsy enough. "I hope you wake up with more of a brain than you have now. Cause you are just pathetic." He walks for the door, not looking back at the man.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Matthew walks by a very wealthy looking lady, and a gleaming necklace around her neck catches his eye. He thinks of how good that would look on Amelia, and how happy she could be with it. "Excuse me ma'am?" The lady turns to him. "Yes?" he motions to her necklace. "Might I ask where you got such beautiful jewelry?" She looks at him strangely. "Whyy..." He looks at her eyes. "I've got this girl.. and I think she might look good in that." *He smiles a bit* The lady smiles too. "I understand where you're coming from. I have about 12 more at home anyways." She shrugs and takes off the necklace, offering it to him with one hand. His eyes widen and he looks at her, his hand hovering under it. "What's the catch?" She giggles. "Just treat her nicely." He smiles. "I wouldn't have it any other way Ma'am." He grasps the bottom of the necklace carefully, and puts it in his bag for later.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? I do not.
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Chancellory
Physical description: Jesse is 5’10.Jesse has light blue eyes and short blond hair. He wears a green shirt and brown pants. He also has gloves from his mother.
Screen capture of your skin:Currently working on it.
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.): Jesse was raised in an orphanage because he had been abandoned when he was a baby. Growing up in the orphanage was not a good experience for Jesse because all the other boys would make fun of him. He would always run up to his room and cry his eyes out and he started to believe the boys because they were so persistent on making fun of him. He even started to hurt himself always thinking that hurting himself would drown away the emotional pain. He decided one day that he had enough he marched down from his room and confronted the boys and harsh words were exchanged. He decided that words weren’t enough and he punched one of the boys straight in the nose. He saw what she had done and ran up to her room. He had started to pack her bag franticly because he thought he would be arrested if the owners of the orphanage. He left as fast as he could and didn’t let anyone know where he was going. He wandered and wandered until he was in the middle of a forest he did not recognize. He kept on walking and the forest became very dark and the animals looked less friendly. He started to run over a small sound that spooked him. He ran to a small clearing with a brick house that had a woman working on her garden in the front. He tapped the women on the shoulder and asked her with tears running down his face where he was. She said he was a whole mile in the woods and she offered Jesse a place to stay. Jesse gladly accepted that offer because for the first time in Jesse’s life he felt loved. The next day the women made her breakfast and combed his hair. But she didn’t mention once about him leaving. He finally asked the woman why she had not kicked him out and the women replied “Don’t call me miss. Call me Mom.” Jesse’s eyes lit up and he hugged his new mom. The women taught him and loved him till he was 19 and on her 19th birthday he told him that he should go to a place called the capital and start to follow his dreams. Jesse thought about it and hugged her mom and told his mom that she was a wonderful mom. He accepted her mom’s offer and left the next day. He then boarded the next Airship to the capital.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make his mom proud andfollow his dreams.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Jesse is a very smart so he can’t get through any problem with ease.He is also very handsome so looks are not a problem for him .He is a very nice person and will never start a fight and will probably make a lot of friends.
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.): Jesse is very quiet so he doesn’t like to speak up and will probably never interact with fights. He also has asthma so he can’t that long without getting an asthma attack.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Jesse sees the men and keeps walking. As he looks at he sees a group of people gathering around the men and he starts to walk toward them. He sees the men kicking the girl and he starts to tear up. With every kick he feels worse and worse. He suddenly burst into tears and walks away from the crowd. He hears from a distance “The Guards are coming!” The crowd starts to disperse quickly and the girl is on the ground crying. Jesse runs up to her and kneels down in front of the girl. He sees that she has a bloody nose and black eye. The girl is crying and is bruised up. Jesse then helps her up without a single word. The girl then hugs her and starts to cry in her shoulder as if Jesse was her dad. Jesse whispers into the girl’s ear “It’s okay.”
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Jesse looks over at the man and says “No thank you. It sounds like a good offer though” The man then looks a little disappointed and then starts to think to himself. Jesse then gets up and walk out of the tavern. As he is about the leave the man then stops him and says “Come on. All the riches and treasure you want, you’ll get if you just say yes.” Jesse then looks at the man and just shakes his head and keeps walking. The man then starts trailing her and grabs his arm and his grip is tight. The man then turns Jesse around and then says “You really need to reconsider me offer.” He looks very serious. Jesse looks very frightened and unable to speak. He doesn’t even reply to the man but instead he lets out a blood curdling cry. The man then starts to shake Jesse. Suddenly a man walks up to Jesse and the man. He says with a serious tone “What are you doing to him?” Then man then pushes Jesse away and turns to the man. Jesse then regains his balance and starts to run off.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Jesse stops in front of the man and checks his pockets to see if he has any money for the beggar. He tells the man with a sad voice “I’m sorry. I don’t have any cash on me.” The beggar then looks up at Jesse and says “It’s okay at least you tried” Jesse looks very displeased with himself and then remembers that he can give something to the beggar. He then takes off his necklace and holds it in front of the man. Jesse then tells the man “Here take this it’s the least I could do” The man then takes the necklace and smiles. He then tell Jesse “Thank you and let Aneria watch down on you.” Jesse smiles and walks away. He smiles to himself and knows that if his mom had seen him now she would be very proud.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Jesse tries to ignore the man but he just keeps saying more and more. Jesse then puts his head on the counter and his fingers in his ears to try and drown out the sound. The man then slaps the back of Jesse’s head and Jesse looks up. He looks back at the man says “Excuse me sir can please not do that.” The man looks angered when Jesse says this and The man replies “I can do what I want and i can also say that mom was a filthy wench.” Jesse hears this and begins to tear up. The man sees that Jesse is about to cry and he says “You better cry you little *****.” When Jesse hears this he runs out of the tavern crying. He then sits on the ground outside crying and he thinks to himself that maybe there is no hope for him. He cries for hours before he goes to to his room in the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Jessie sees the necklace and stops the lady. He says to her “Where did you get that ravishing necklace?” She then looks down at the necklace and replies “Oh this old thing it was a present from my grandma.” Jesse looks impressed and replies “Well it is a mighty fine necklace and it goes well with your eyes.” The lady then smiles and says “Well thank you. I must be on my way now and it was nice talking to you.” Jesse then smiles and doesn’t reply. As the lady walks off Jesse looks mighty impressed.
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Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Cosimo has light brown hair, and he has green eyes, he is around normal height, 5"10 or so, he is rather slim looking, he does have quite a bit of muscle, but it is nothing too significant looking. His face is very serious looking, and he doesn't smile often at all. He is handsome, but not easy to get along with.
Screen capture of your skin: N/a atm
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Cosimo's parents, Angela and Ermes Arundiel, wanted their son to know all he could of the way his family had been treated before he was born, of the persecution of the Arundiels, and the reasons they had been in hiding for so long. His mother taught him about the history of the Chancellery, and of the Arundiel's nobility during the Linyerian Era. valued his family's history, and developed an overall hate for the citizens of the Chancellery, for the way they treated his family for so many years; as he believed that they had done nothing to deserve it. He doesn't let it get in the way of the way he acts though, but he often speaks what he is thinking, if he thinks someone is acting unintelligent he will most likely tell them.
His father taught him to be wary of all people who are not family, he also taught him how to defend himself. And because Cosimo wasn't very big, he mostly worked on disarms, and pressure points, he learned just where to strike and just how to strike. But even though he learned pressure points, against armored opponents he can't do too much. He excels in unarmed and in disarming weapons. His father also told him a saying that he keeps close to heart, "The less you say, the more meaningful your words will seem." Cosimo Besides teaching him history, and how to defend himself, his parents also had high expectations for Cosimo, they wanted him to be very intelligent, and most of all, they wanted him to honor the family.
Cosimo was never an emotional child, and never cried when he didn't get what he wanted, he didn't throw fits, and he didn't even get happy very often, even on his birthday. He only seemed to stay serious during everything. There was only one time he cried. His younger sister Gianna (Now past) was a sweet hearted little girl, she was always nice to him, and would try to make him smile all the time. He loved his sister with all his heart, even if he didn't show it most of the time. But one day his sister had stayed out too long in the cold, and grew very sick. The local doctors didn't know what she had or how to treat it, so they just tried to feed her and keep her well hydrated.
Up until she passed she was always optimistic. One day he remember specifically, because of what she told him. Cosimo walked into Gianna's room, and silently walked over to her, looking at her pale skin and frail looking frame. When she opened her eyes she smiled a little bit, and tried to get up to hug him, but he gently bent over to hug her so she wouldn't waste valuable energy. She softly told him about her day, and what the doctors had said. His eyes were fixed on nothing, as if he were watching something very carefully. When she finished he nodded softly, still staring at nothing. Gianna Reached her hand to his cheek and said softly "Promise me you'll smile for me one day..?" At that point a single tear came from the corner of his eye, he knew she didn't have much time, and how could he smile knowing that? He stood up abruptly, wiping the tear away as he walked out. Gianna passed away the next day, a piece of him died that day, as if when she passed, a part of him did too.
Ever since then Cosimo hasn't been the same, as if he wasn't emotionless enough before, now he showed absolutely no emotion towards anything. Nothing could fill the void that she had covered called his heart. Cosimo wasn't very social either. Other than his mother and his father, Cosimo didn't meet too many family members growing up, except for Araesis, and his parents as well. But he didn't see them too much as the families did not want to draw too much attention to themselves or their children. Everyday Cosimo searches for that happiness, that feeling he got when she talked to him, but now that was gone, along with her.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To bring honor to his family, and search for happiness to fill the void his little sisters death left behind.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Cosimo isn't exceptionally strong, but he is strong enough to get what he needs done. He knows several disabling pressure points and can easily take out an un armored opponent. He is also quite quick.
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.): If an enemy Cosimo is fighting has armor, he will have a tough time beating them, as he is only used to un armored combat. Cosimo's Emotions are almost nonexistent, he can't express himself easily, as he doesn't feel happiness, or at least he believes he cannot. He is very anti-social, unless they are family, close, or he genuinely trusts them. (HOWEVER, he will help those he deems worthy of his help, heck he will even go out of his way if he thinks they are worth the time).
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.): Araesis Arundiel (gamer9726) Cosimo's relative.
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 armored men harassing a young girl. Cosimo walks up quietly, and past the guards, he stops mid step when he notices the young girl in the middle. He turns slowly towards them, his feet moving the gravel around them, his emotionless face and eyes examining each of them. He quickly notes the armor, and plans to go about this peacefully if he can. "Ah, there you are." Cosimo steps forward and the pair turns awkwardly to face him. "Didn't I tell you to stay by me..?" He reaches his hand for the girl, and one of the guards shoots his arm out in front to stop him. Cosimo notices the underside of the arm is not covered in armor, and is accessible easily. The man grumbles at him. "Jus' whaddya think yer doin?" Cosimo sighs. "Picking up my daughter of course." The armored man looks at his emotionless face, then at the other guard, then steps aside to let him grab the girl. Cosimo replies almost sincerely. "Thank you for looking after her..." And walks away, setting the girl down not too far and figuring out where to send her.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "You sir! I ken get ya lotsa gold! All ya gotta do is join ma crew! And go on an adventure to mystical islands, Never before seen!" Cosimo has no interest in leaving to go on this man's adventure, or whatever he called it, so he sighs and holds up his hand to the man. "No, I will not join your 'crew' ..."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. And old man looks up at Cosimo walks by, noticing his rather fancy coat, and asks for a few coins. "Scuse me sir.. Might you spare some change for the less fortunate..?" Less fortunate!? Cosimo thought. This man didn't know unfortunate, not until he and his family have been persecuted for EIGHTY years. He holds up his hand and shakes his head slightly, then keeps on his way.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oi!" Says a drunk fellow. Cosimo ignores the man. "AM Talkin te YU Mr. Redcoat!" Cosimo turns to him slowly, then says in a low voice. "What." The man shouts an insult about his mothers weight or something of the like, Cosimo didn't care to remember, and turned back to his food. "Dats et! You Look at me when am Talkin to ya! You no good piece of-" In an instant Cosimo launched his fist into the man's ribcage, knocking the wind out of him, then going back to his meal.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. A very wealthy looking woman walks by, when a certain gleaming gem around her neck catches Cosimo's eye, Cyan, Gianna's favorite color. He cringes inside a little bit, the memories returning, all of the sadness, and the pain. Cosimo decides having it would only make him remember the pain more, so he continues on down the path, suppressing his feelings again.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Tiffosaur
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I CLAIM THIS PAGE IN THE NAME OF TIFFOSAURUS REX
This is my third character application. My previous character, Eleonore, is leaving the capital, along with her brother, Matthew. My apologies if the application isn’t as filled as my previous applications. Creating an application for a young character is quite difficult.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?:Medori
Physical description:Ava is a small girl, standing 3’8”. She has long blonde colored hair, and bright blue eyes. She likes to wear light colored type of clothing. Her hair is rather curly/wavy. She’s small, due to the fact that she’s a simply 6 year old.
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Biography:
Ava was born to Lillian and Alexander Cecile. She had a sister, who was about 10 years older than her. Her sister disliked her, and was jealous of the attention she got from their parents. Ava’s family was a moderately rich one, at least for the area she lived in. She was born on a moderate sized island, which consisted of a village, at where Ava’s family and herself resided. The people in the village were kind, and Ava heavily inherited this trait from them. Growing up, for Ava, was a wonderful experience. She had time to spend with the sister that she loved, her parents that gave her life and the animals in the woods she adored.
Ava was a spoiled child, a child spoiled with love. Everyone adored the small child, and she somewhat enjoyed it. Ava’s parents always believed that Katherine was the same as everyone else. Someone who adored and loved Ava, but Katie wasn’t. Katherine would always try to avoid Ava, and whenever their parents thought Katherine was watching Ava, Ava would sneak off to the woods to watch the animals. Katherine was also at the woods, but Kat was at the southern part. Ava spent a lot of her time in the woods, going there at least 2-3 times a day. There were no dangerous animals in the part that Ava explored, so Ava always came home safe.
Ava’s life was great until she turned four and a half. Her mother had gotten extremely sick with a disease, unknown to the village. The Cecile family was a rather known family in the village, so everyone prayed that Lillian would be fine. Alexander would always be at Lillian’s side, so Ava was left in Katherine’s care. As time passed, Lillian spent a lot of her sick time simply sewing things. During this time, Lillian stitched together a teddy bear for Ava, calling the bear ‘Alex’. Half a year later, Lillian passed away. Ava was young, and didn’t understand the concept of death yet, so she was told that her mother was sleeping. Ava was a very gullible child, so she believed it. Alexander became extremely depressed at their mother’s death. Alex wasn’t the loving parent he use to be. He would always yell at Ava’s older sister, and Ava could do nothing about it. She would sit there and cry as she watched her father yell at Katherine.
Ava watched as Alex beat Katherine, feeling horrid as she couldn’t do anything. Although, Katherine always appeared to not be hurt by the beatings. The family’s reputation was tarnished as rumors began to spread about Alex’s beating. Ava, one day, decided she’d had enough of simply Katherine getting hit. As Alex raised his hand to hit Katie, Ava jumped in front of it, and was hit by Alex for the first time. Katherine, enraged, began to fight back. Their father nearly died that night. Katherine, along with Ava, decided to leave their home island, and head off to the Capital, in which Katie had heard rumors about.
What is your character’s main goal?:Ava doesn’t have a real goal, besides staying with her sister, Katherine.
Strengths:Ava has no real physical advantages, but she has a positive personality. She’ll always try to enlighten the mood, and keep things going. She can be a rather hyper person when she’s in a comfortable place. When Ava is nervous or scared, she tends to talk in third person, which will sometimes make people laugh. Ava can be a polite girl, as she uses ‘miss,’ ‘mister,’ and the like.
Weaknesses:Ava can’t do much as a 6 year old. Ava, often, will remain quiet, unless she’s in a comfortable place. She gets very attached to people, and is very gullible. She’s a very small and weak girl, and she doesn’t understand the true horrors of reality. She’s a very innocent girl, that is very prone to being tainted. Ava is easily frightened by things, and has a specific fear of the Bodychanger. She has a weakness for animals, and refuses to eat any meat. Ava treasures her teddy bear, Alex, and will do anything to keep him safe.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Ava looks around, hugging her teddy bear tightly. The girl was older than herself, so what could she possibly do to help...? As she begins to panic, Ava can feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Spotting a guard, she runs over, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him over. Confused, the guard reluctantly follows the girl. “Hey kid, what are you doing?” The guard asks in his gruff voice, not noticing the scene yet. “Over there!” Ava cries out, pointing towards the two men and young girl. As the guard finally notices, he readies his sword and begins to take action.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ava stares up at the tall man. She looks around her, wondering where her sister has wandered off to. “Uhm...” Ava takes a step back as she stares at the man. “N-No, uhm, no thank you... Sire...” She stutters, before turning away and running off, afraid of the man.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ava is walking along the street with her older sister, Katherine. Ava is holding onto the side of Katherine’s shirt. As she sees the man, she tugs on Katie’s shirt. “Katie, can we give him food? He looks really really hungry...” Ava asks. Katie sighs, setting a hand on her head, then says, “Ava, we barely have any food ourselves...” Ava pouts, crossing her arms. Looking up at Katherine, she tries to make the saddest face she can. “Pleeaasee?” Ava asks again. Katie then sighs, and says, “Fine...” Ava smiles as Katherine gives in, and goes to give the man the food with her sister.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ava tilts her head at the man, grabbing onto Katherine’s shirt in slight fear. “Uhm, mister, I-I don’t know what that means...” Ava says quietly, taking a step behind Katherine, as to hide herself. “Tch, stupid kid.” The man insults Ava this time, instead of her mother. Ava hides behind Katie, whimpering quietly. Katherine sighs and takes Ava’s hand, saying quietly, “Let’s go...” As they turn to leave, she pulls out a small iron shiv and throws it at the man’s glass of beer. Ava doesn’t notice, as she’s already nearly skipping out of the building. The glass shatters all over the man and Katherine calmly walks out, following Ava.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ava stares in awe at the necklace. Letting go of Katie’s hand, she approaches the lady, tugging on her shirt. The lady looks down at Ava, kneeling down. “Hey there, can I help you?” The lady ask with a smile. Pointing to the necklace, Ava exclaims, “It's pretty!” The lady’s smile grows, and Ava runs back to Katherine, giggling.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?:no.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori.
Physical description: Katherine looks like an older version of Ava, standing at 5’4’’ with long dark blonde hair and navy blue eyes. She prefers to wear dark colored clothing as it makes her less noticeable. She has a small petite slender build that helps her get around when it comes to stealing or sneaking about.
Screen capture of your skin: Tiffdenosaur is making me one.
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 was born to two parents, a mother named Lillian Cecile and a father named Alexander Cecile. We were a moderately rich family, which didn’t play a big role in my life as I was the kind of kid who hated being spoiled. Well to be honest, I was actually pretty spoiled with everything until the age of ten, when my little sister Ava was born. She received all the attention from my parents and I felt jealous of her. Then again, what else would a spoiled ten year old girl have thought? I began to spend my time in the woods, alone, not wanting to see my sister. Slowly over the years, I began to pull myself away from my parents, not wanting to be spoiled anymore. I did small things like skip dinner and hunt for my own food. Luckily, my parents never noticed as they were too absorbed in Ava. I trained myself to fight, wandering off into the southern parts of the forest, the dangerous part of it. I would fight against the monsters there, using my makeshift weapons to fend them off the best I could. I always came home bruised and battered, but I wore a leather cloak to hide my wounds and my parents would be worried about Ava more, so no one noticed.
Everyone in the village had forgotten about me and I think that my parents kind of forgot about me as well so life was good until the age of 14. That was when my mother became ill and I had to take care of my little sister Ava. I didn’t mind it at all really, I had put the jealousy behind years ago. After half a year of struggling against the illness, my mother passed away so I was forced to tell Ava about her death. Not wanting to see my little sister sad and upset, I told her that our mother had fallen deep asleep. Our father became depressed and he took his frustration out on me. He blamed me for not being there for our mother and not being a good enough child. He would beat me all the time even in front of Ava, calling me a worthless piece of trash. I took the beating and stopped myself from fighting back, I didn’t want to hurt our father in front of Ava so I stayed silent throughout the beating, hiding all indications of pain. One day, while I was getting beat, Ava jumped in front of me and took a blow to the face. Something triggered inside of me as I saw Ava get hit and I immediately started fighting back, beating my stupid father mercilessly. He fell unconscious and I rushed out of our house, taking Ava with me. I realized I didn’t bring any money with me and I didn’t want to go back to our village, so we went to the forest to hide. Whenever I felt it was safe to leave Ava alone, I sneak back to the village and eavesdrop. Through those eavesdropping sessions, I heard of an airship that was taking people to an island called the Capitol. I brought Ava with me back to the village and we snuck onto the airship, heading to this ‘Capitol’ place.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To protect Ava by all means necessary and keep her safe.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is strong and quick on her feet, capable of adapting to any combat situation. In combat, she likes to use daggers or her bare hands, staying away from heavy weapons like swords, axes, or maces. She has excellent hearing and is an innovative eavesdropper, being able to hide anywhere in perfect stealth. She also can be a loyal friend to those she chooses to open up to.
Weaknesses: She tends to be reckless and irresponsible with herself, getting hurt often. She puts Ava in front of herself in terms of importance, meaning that she’ll do almost anything for Ava. She has a hard time trusting others and tries her best to stop herself from making any friends. Although she may seem fearless in the face of others, she becomes vulnerable when she feels safe and is all alone. Sometimes the stress of taking care of Ava takes its toll on her and she gets terrible nightmares.
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.):
Tiffosaur; Ava Cecile - Katherine’s Younger Sister
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. She watches as the pair of heavily armed and armoured men harass the young girl. She pulls out two metal daggers, cursing under her breath as she aims one at an armoured man. Her mind screams to just run and not be involved but she pictures Ava in the position of the young girl. In one swift motion, she quickly sends the two metal daggers flying towards the armoured man. They ricochet between the two armoured men, creating a loud noise that attracts all the guards to the area. Using the confusion, the young girl scrambles to her feet and takes off. Katherine gives a sigh of relief as her plan works and she silently leaves the scene as the guards come.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? Katherine thinks about the man’s promises and sighs. Not finding any trust in this man, she just simply ignores the man and turns around, walking away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
She walks down the street, looking around for any food to steal. Ava had fallen asleep so she had decided to go off and scavenge for more food. As she glances at the man and rolls her eyes, continuing to walk back down the street. Food is hard enough to find, She thinks to herself. If he wants food so bad then he’ll earn it instead of begging.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Katherine quietly sips some water as she sits down at the crowded tavern. It was some nice relaxation time for herself as Ava was asleep, sitting next to her. The man points at her and begins babbling random insults about her parents. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to grab a bite to eat and relax. She lets out a deep sigh and ignores the man, as she puts down her water and carries Ava on her back, walking out of the inn.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
She looks at the beautiful necklace and sighs. No time for nice things… We can barely afford any food to get for ourselves… As she walks off, an idea pops in her mind. Maybe Ava would like it too… Katherine turns around and walks up to the woman, saying, “Excuse me there… That’s a really nice necklace you have there. Do you know where I could get one like it…?” The woman smiles and looks down at Katie, saying, “Oh why thank you… I think I got it over at that shop down there.” She points to the shop and Katie nods, saying, “Thanks…” She walks over to the shop, saying to herself, “What am I even doing…?”
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Sjunior- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! I am glad to see more people taking the role of Medori, it's always nice to see what kind of an Idea they have about them. Well written application, I had a good time reading it. Just one note: Since you did say you had traveled quite the bit, I'd just like to say you won't actually be able to fly an Airship IC unless you learn to do so somewhere somehow. But that's all I had to say.
To answer your question, one IC day is one day on MC itself... From when the sun comes up, and then goes down, that's one IC day of course. (So they're /quite/ short at times it will seem). We do have a calendar of somewhat, but no, nothing too exact. I think one day RL is one week, and one week is one Month. I'd ask more about it once you get on the server though, as my knowledge on everything may be lacking.
Tankgod- Great Application! Enjoyed it quite a bit, well written and planned out! Also glad to have you join the Medori crew and be able to welcome you to the Fatherland! Nothing wrong with your app it seems, (Even though your ICRS were short to my taste, I thought you'd made up for it in the rest of the app) so I would just like to welcome you to the Anerian Chronicles!
To answer your question, No, not quite. We've had a lack of balance between the two races we already have, and adding more might not be the best solution to this situation.
KokoroNoSora- Once again, another good application! It's always interesting to see people link each other's characters in one way or another. Glad to see another drunken Medori! We already had one, which didn't end too well for anyone.. but hopefully it'll be different for you! Well written app, glad to have you aboard. Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles!
Here's the link to the forums for you guys: (Join up on the community!) http://aneria.enjin.com/ And hop on the server whenever you want to start your experience with the Anerian Chronicles server and community. (:
Mira~
Err it's starting to be a while...type in "Tazec" In the search bar, and it'll come up after Joanna's.
Character Information
Name:
Steaz Quad
Age:
27
Class:
Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?:
Member of the Medori
Physical description:
Steaz is a strong man with brown hair, some stubbles, and dark clothes. He always has his bow with him, and his face isn't "the cleanest".
Screen capture of your skin:
http://www.mcskins.o...-1125896691.png
Uh I hope you can tell by that it's appropriate..it's my 3rd char so it better be..
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.):
From he was very small, Steaz was taught the magic of the bow and sword. He was trained up for fighting his whole childhood, because there was a big war commencing between their island and another. Soon, he became the most skilled archer and swordsman on their island, and he started teaching the little ones himself. After 26 years, the war finally started. That day, he woke up, took a glance at the sun, breathed heavily in and knew. He knew this had to be the day it started. The day he had trained for his whole life. He was wrong. It didn't happen until the day after.
It happened at night, he heard footsteps in the hallway. His dad was never up at night, and his mother moved away a long time ago. His father said that if you didn't sleep all night, you'd perform bad next day, and next day might be the war day. He curiously got up, silently, and took his bow which was laying next to his bed. He silently opened the door, and saw a man's back. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was their armour, so he assumed there was someone going to talk to him about something. He went out and said, with his strong, commanding voice; "Is something wrong?" The man turned, and looked at him. Then he silently handed him a paper and ran away. Steaz shrugged at this, and opened the letter. His dad had been killed. The battle had started without him knowing, on the other island. They didn't bring him, their master ranger, because he had to sleep all night. He was so mad. So mad at his father for not bringing him, and so mad at the person that did. He grabbed his bow in his right hand, put his sword in his sheath and ran out to get on the next airship there. He reached the next one, and they flew over to the other island. He shot the enemies from a distance, before they even got there, without hitting any of his allies. The fight lasted for days, he couldn't count how many, and eventually, he fainted of exhaustion. At that moment, when he fainted, he thought he was going to die. He wasn't scared. He was kind of relieved. Relived he'd die in battle, not like many other wimpy guys do these days, go and kill themselves instead of joining the war. Suicide. He thought that if you did that, you were a weak little pathetic creature. So he was both sad and happy at the same time. Sad he couldn't help his men anymore, happy his death would be this way.
He could barely see a couple of strong feet running towards him, before his eyes closed. He woke up on his own island, in a house he had never been in before. He got up and ran out again to help the others with the fight yet again. A man was standing outside, training on a dummy with his sword. Steaz shouted at him they had to go help, and he stopped training. "No, it's over. We lost." It hit him right in his heart. "What?" "We lost Steaz, they would let me have this house until you recovered, and then we have to move away, away from this place. I know where I'm going. I'm going to live with my family, but you better find a place for yourself mate." He patted him on the back, and gestured for Steaz to follow him towards an airship. For the whole ride, he just thought about the same words. "We lost." His anger was building up inside him. He'd rather DIE than loosing a fight. He had never lost. Never. He was not sad, he was angry. He was so, so angry at everyone. Especially the man that saved him. He should've left him there. Now he had to live with a loss on his side.
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it, as angry as he was. After more days at the airship, the pilot clapped in front of him. "Get off mate, this is the last stop." he said. Steaz looked at the island they had stopped by, and smiled. Nobody knew he had lost a fight there, and neither would they. He took a coin out of his pocket and tipped the pilot, something he seemed to find a bit strange, and then planted his feet at the new island. The pilot said something about "Constance" before the airship dissapeared in the distance. "Constance." he thought. "Home."
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Well, to get friends, get a life, fight again, and never, never loose ever again.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
His arms are extremely strong, after being raised training for a big war with both a bow and a sword, he just got stronger and stronger. The legs are pretty strong aswell, after all the running they did when training, but not near as strong as his arms, in a fight he would prefer using his arms/fists. He is also extremely good with a bow, and pretty good with a sword as the bio says.
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 has a weak point behind his left foot, nobody knows about it, but when he was a kid, he was out training one day, and suddenly an arrow gets shot in his ancle. He fell down and clutched the area arround the foot, with some medical experience, he knew he should leave it until he came home and had bandages. It got bandaged, but it was hurt forever. If somebody kicks, beats or does anything there, it will hurt alot and it will be painful to fight any more.
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.
Steaz takes out his bow and aims on one of the feet of the biggest guy. "No way." he mumbles to himself and lets the arrow go. The big man turns and looks down at his foot, seing the arrow sticking out of it and the blood pouring out. He gets furious and shouts at his friend to go get Steaz. This time, he shoots the arm of the guy, so he looses his sword. The girl ran away when they were both distracted, and Steaz looks a the men with a hateful expression, thinking how weak they were to take a little girl that couldn't even fight back. He spit on them, and then left.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Steaz looks at the man. "This is my home." he says. "And I have enough money, I do not intend to leave this place." The man looks kind of dissapointed. "Please?" Steaz looks kind of curiously, and strongly at the man. "Why do you want me to join so bad?" he says. The man glares at him and walks away, not responding.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Steaz looks at the man, knowing he promised himself to help everyone as he best could within his power. He looked through his backpack, dissapointed when not finding any food. Then, he runs towards the nearest shop and buys a loaf of bread. He comes back and hands it to the man. He takes his hand up to his dark hair and runs it through, looking up at the sun. "Another life helped." he says to himself.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Hey you, your mother is so fat you can't even compare!" a fellow shouts at him as he is about to leave. Steaz turns, and slowly walks towards the fellow that said so. He draws his knife and looks at it. While stripping his finger at the knife, he says "I don't care what you say about my mother, but nobody is allowed to offend me." he says coldly and puts the knife up to his face. "Got it?" The man nods slowly, seemingly very scared. Steaz nods angrily and leaves the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"That's a beautiful neckless." Steaz thinks to himself. "Wish I had someone to buy something like that for.." he thinks and watches the woman pass by. "My mother would have suited that, I am sure." he thinks. "But she left a long time ago. He can feel a small anger inside him, for his mother just abandoning them waiting for the big war.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
Other notes:
So yeah, I did my best at fixing it, don't know how good it turned out to be..I hope you atleast got a shape of how he is.
Character Information
Name: Danielle "Dan" Farthing
Age: 46
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery.
Physical description: About 6'4", very scrawny, pale green eyes. Male. Has curly, graying brown hair. Wears a dark overcoat with dark grey pants. Voice is slightly scratchy from years of smoking.
Screen capture of your skin: http://i.imgur.com/6l9ON.png
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.): Danielle was born to a rather well-to-do, if eccentric family. When he was born, they saw his full head of hair and immediately assumed he was a girl, hastily naming him Danielle. When they found out he was, in fact, a boy, they simply decided to call him Dan. Growing up, Dan wasn't athletic in the slightest, and was often left out of the other children's games, though his parents forced him outside anyway to "socialize." When he was shoved out, he'd simply sneak a book and read under a tree while the other children played. He was not bullied, being rather tall for a boy his age, but he would have preferred negative attention to the nonexistent attention that he was given at the time. The boy would imagine himself immersed in the tales he read, a great adventurer or pirate, saving dames and winning games, becoming so immersed in the stories that he adopted many traits of those in the novels (often not the good traits). His favorite, though, were the detective novels. Solving murders, getting the girl, detectives had it all. Though he wanted to join the guard, Dan found himself much too scrawny to do any true guard work. Instead, he decided to open his own detective agency at age 15. Starting out small, working jobs like "The Case of the Missing Cake," (spoiler: the woman's son ate it) "The Case of the Runaway Girl," (he found her hiding in a tree; not very many places to run to on a sky island) and "Mr. Smithers and the Broken Window," (he found his peers who did it and was promptly beaten up for tattling). At age 25, Dan met a wonderful young woman by the name of Gertrude Smithers (the daughter of the man whose window was broken). In a rare act of shyness and boyishness, Dan quietly asked her on a date, which she agreed to and may or may not have done so for a free meal. After the third date or so, though, Trudy, as she liked to be called, fell for Dan. After two years of dating, they were married in a quaint little ceremony by the library, their favorite spot. In another three years' time, they had a beautiful little boy, named Evan after Dan's father. One day, though, Trudy fell ill, and it was found that she had an incurable disease passed down to her by her own mother. After she passed, little baby Evan soon followed. Dan, who had gotten a successful position at the Coin's Office by then to support his little family, was crushed. He reverted to his arrogant, reserved self and restarted the old agency, quitting his clerk's position in a drunken rage. With the small amounts of money he made, Dan was able to scrape by each month, paying the bills and keeping himself fed. Though with recent events, he may very well find himself of a use to the citizens of the Chancellery.
What is your character痴 main goal? (Motivation): To keep himself entertained at any cost (usually by taking the most interesting cases).
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Extremely intelligent and observant, very determined when he has a cause to believe in, high endurance (as in, able to run for a long time), well-spoken.
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.): Physically frail, greedy, very lazy, disconcerned with things that are not related to what he is doing, even if the other thing is more important.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See 鼎haracter Linking Aid・ Please post a link to the topic.): None
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Dan looked at the two men. He was taller than both, but far, far thinner. The girl was younger than him, but not young enough for it to seem strange should she show an interest in the hero who saved her from two thugs. They were saying things such as "Yer gonna dun give us yer money, ain'tcha?" so Dan could obviously outwit them if he tried. However, if they were to somehow see through his predictably clever ruse, they'd pummel him into paste in an instant. Perhaps getting a guard would be the better option, though they'd likely ask him what he was doing in a dark alley in the dead of night. Nothing illegal, just a late-night snack run, but it'd be a pain to explain. As Dan continued considering his options, he heard a weak whimper. The girl lay injured, most of her valuables stripped from her. Dan pressed his lips together, then ran to find a doctor.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Dan squinted at the man. "Do you take me for a suicidal fool?" "I, er...n-no, of course not," the man stammered. "You look to be a-" "Because for the right place, I can be as suicidal a fool as you need. How much are you planning to pay?" The man whispered in Dan's ear the price, and you could practically hear the "cha-ching!" "Good sir, why don't we go somewhere more...private to talk about this?" Dan said, draping his arm around the man and leading him away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Tell me, old bean; why should I further the life of a beggar when I can use this bread for my own survival?" The old man gaped at Dan. "I am a more productive member of society, and therefore sustaining myself should come before sustaining a beggar. So I'm going to ask again: why should I give you this food?" The old man stammered, "B-because it's the...human thing to do." Dan paused. "Quite right. Good answer. I was going to give the bread to you anyway, but very good answer." He tossed the old man the loaf he had been carrying and went on his way, humming quietly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Dan tried to ignore it at first, but the insults kept flying. "An'...an' she laid with allllll the members of the Knights of Aradin, aaaaannnnd..." "THAT IS IT, YOU FOUL-TOUNGED SCOUNDREL!" Dan said, slamming his hands on the bar and pushing himself to his feet. "IF YOU FURTHER INSULT MY MOTHER, I WILL BE LEFT NO CHOICE BUT TO ENGAGE IN FISTICUFFS!" he shouted, turning to face the drunkard. "Izzat right, mister fancy-talk? Ya learn that lang-ee-wage from one o' yer momma's lovers~?" he taunted, swaying back and forth. "If it must come to this, then so be it!" Dan said, charging at the man.
***
"Danielle, you know you can't fight," Mrs. Farthing said, dabbing above his eye with a wet cloth. "Motheeeeeer...I told you not to call me thaaaat..." Dan whined, crossing his arms. "Why couldn't you be more like your brothers? They're strong, married men with stable jobs. I'm eighty-three, Danielle, when will you give me grandchildren? You and that Maxwell fellow certainly are close. Dan, are you gay? Do you like making your dear old mother worry like this? Why do you blah blah blah..." Daniel groaned as his mother droned, deeply regretting defending her in the first place, and neglecting to tell her that he had been both married and had a child before. It would do no good to bring up old wounds.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dan stares at the necklace a moment. "Ah...excuse me, ma'am...where did you get that?" "Oh, the jewler's just down the street." "Thank you. It looks positively marvelous on you." "Oh, you flatter me, sir..." she blushed. Dan nodded politely to her as he remembered the favor that jewler's owed him for finding one of their stolen merchandise crates and grinning.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nah.
Other notes:
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
IGN: Zimmeme
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin: Don't have one, I can always show you in game.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing 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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
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.): Nope.
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 continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
IGN: YINNY
Real-Life Age: 19
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): YINNYSuperTramp
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Aye!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. An example would be "Chops off head" instead of "Swings axe at head".
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: This means you should not use out-of-character (OOC) knowledge when playing as your character. An example would be having your guard character giving brewing advice to the local Herbalist. Even if OOC you know what ingredients make what potion, that doesn't mean your character does.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character and playing out his or her actions accordingly
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If they allow such to happen.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never. But if it is necessary use parentheses to do so. ( )
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Aye!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have studied it
Who are the Fallen?: A race also known as the Medori, a group of people who are usually superstitious
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery took over after defeating the old Linyera Monarchy in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights created to protect the people of the Islands from supernatural evils and was disbanded by the previous Chancellor, Adam Ceva.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net is under the island, so when you fall off of the island you will be safely transported back up to the island. The net will only carry your supplies if you have essence within you. As a sacrifice to keep your items the net will take away three experience levels.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of Aneria
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Tons I've played, wrote, built and created many RP servers with many different people and on many different servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:over 16 different RP's so won't list them all, but Assassins creep 3.0, RoTA, lord of the rings, Starwars and many more original RP's and I've left them, because they all closed down. which is a real shame as some of them were very good.
Character Information
Name: Alexis Bonewood
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tall, skinny, blonde gentleman in a waist coat. Who wears goggles given to him by his father
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.):
"I don't know about you, but I've been here my entire life. Born and raised in this area. I used to play in and run down alleys and generally be a little kid. My parents, well they were here too. They ran the local tavern their whole lives. Hell, they made it what it is today. You know they came here with nothing, nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few gold coins in my father's purse and from that they built up this tavern. From ***** house, to famed establishment."
*He takes a moment to relive his childhood memories.*
"It was thanks to my parents that I learnt how to run a business. It was thanks to them, that I have this tavern under my own name. It's thanks to them that I have a soft bed to sleep in. I'm proud of my parents and I'm sure as hell not going to disappoint them when it comes to this tavern!"
*He slams down his drink on the table, small drops of cider spill over*
"I fought for this place. Fought to get the tables you drink upon, fought to get the bread you eat. I've done all sorts that I shouldn't have. But I still have this tavern because of it."
*He takes a drink*
"But this has all happened in the past, this is now and now. Well my parents moved into the country side near some strange land I've never heard of. I send them letters every now and then, always get the same response though. 'Doing fine, grass is lovely, sun is shining.' Ah well. So long as they are happy, so am I."
*He smiles*
"Although its not always about my tavern. I want to be able to have friends you know. Have regulars come in, talk about the weather, maybe even get some gossip thats roaming round the district. Hell I could even help out some of the local archeologists. So long as the come past my tavern for a drink afterwards. We could all have a laugh, get drunk sings songs till the morning, then drink some more. Sounds like a great idea actually."
*He laughs*
"I'm a curios person by nature, I like trying new things. So if you have an idea. Don't be a afraid to run it past me. I might even have a pointer or two for you."
*He gets up from his seat*
"So what will it be?"
This has always been a day dream that Alexis has, hoping one day he could own a tavern and chat with a regular like he always does in this specific day dream he has. In reality, his parents didn't own a tavern. They were barely farmers and sold their barely to breweries so that beer could be made. A simple life, but unfortunately Alexis found it too boring. He always dreamed of being on the other end of the brewery. Being the one who bought the beer and sold it at his own tavern. Never knowing what might happen next, maybe tonight there'd be a bar fight, maybe there'd be a stranger in town or maybe it would just be the usual lot who would come in and have a good chat about their adventures.
But Alexis would never know unless he actually owned a tavern. So one day after delivering a load of barely to the breweries, Alexis found the foreman and started to talk to him about getting a job in the brewery itself. Many chats later, Alexis found himself next to an experienced Brew master with a quill and a book, taking down as many notes as possible. Luckily for Alexis, his mother came from a well-off family was educated as a girl. She passed on the ability to read and write to Alexis before he old enough to help out around the farm. A few years, many many barrels of beer, a few failed brews later Alexis found himself, leaving the comfort of the brewery he worked for and taking all the knowledge he gained from his teacher and taking it to the open road.
At the moment Alexis has no idea where he will go, what he might do and even if he will be able to open his own tavern. All he knows, is that right now, he's having the best time of his life.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To own a tavern! Well that, and to make a name for himself. One that will go down in the history books.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Quick thinker, cearful planner, Silver tounge and calm
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.): Not very strong, not a fighter, over confident, if he becomes angry he is uncontrolable and will most likely hurt himself before hurting anyone whose angered him. Sometimes forgetfull (see what I did there?), dry sense of humor.
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.): Created a link for other players to use, hopefully there will be a few apps with my link in
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.
*To himself*
"Damn.. she looks like she could use some help.."
*Quickly running around a corner*
"Guards, gaurds! Help! Murder! There's been a murder! Help! Help! Anyone, come help me!"
*The men, frightend they may be caught, run off*
"Phew.."
*Quickly running up towards the woman*
"Are you ok ma'am? Hopefuly those men won't return anytime soon."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Well! That sounds like a great plan. Just tell me first, where are we headed? What will the split of bounty be? Will I come back alive? Are you a pirate and most of all, can I bring my own stock to sell to the crew? I need the money of course, and why not sell some of my stock the crew while we plunder, no?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Here, have some bread."
*gives the man three loafs of bread*
"Come by my tavern at the end of the night, and I'll be able to give you some more food, perhaps there may be someone in there who can help you with a job."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Whhheeeelll! I see you're a brafe pershon, aren't you? Well I'll have you know, you're mother was such a gooood ***** that I mighth be you're father!"
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*to himself*
"hmm... Should proberbly ask her where she got that"
*To the lady*
Excuse me ma'am! I'm sorry to bother you, I just caught a glimps of your beautiful necklace and I have to know where it is that you got such an amazing work of art."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nay
Other notes: Prepare to have the single most badass tavern owner ever, enter your server
Sure thing, I'm guessing a villain app is on the forums?
Oh, sorry should have elaborated. Once your default character app is accepted, you can then apply for a Villain App on the forums.
IGN: Zimmeme
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing 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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
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.): Nope.
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 continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope
Great job on fixing the error in your app. Welcome to Aneria!
I'm going to get my friend to fix it next week, so I won't be on for a while. extra
Name: Matthew Cardonell
Age:19
Class: Swordsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: He is around normal height at 5"10, rather muscular, defined features, black hair, Handsome lad all around, except for a scar over his left eye, he dresses well.
Screen capture of your skin: Unavailable atm.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Matthew steps onto the docks, his pockets jingling with the money he was given, he knows it isn't safe to have it cling and clang around, but no one seems to be around. He cups his hands and breathes into them, warming them up. He looks around at the docks, frowning a bit. "Is this the place she were wanted to go to?" he thinks to himself. He sighs and walks forward, and stops dead in his tracks, he hears armor clanging, guards. Matthew hated all guards, not because he broke the law, but because of what they did to him at his home town, or Amelia rather.
(Flashback time)After a long day of picking up scraps at his father's smith. Matthew's step-father's name was 'Henry Cardonell'. His true father's name was 'Lucas Nightray', and Matthew knew it, but he decided to take on Henry's last name since he had been with him since birth. He decided to stop by and see Amelia, after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other; and Matthew does have a rather large crush on her. As he walks towards her house. He notices three guards, all in a triangle, one in the middle, the other two at his side, they seem to be fixated on something, or someone. As he looks closer, his eyes flare with anger, they are trying to take advantage of Amelia (This was when he had two eyes). He quickly draws his sword that his father gave him for his birthday, which wasn't too long ago. "Off her you PIGS" He shouts at the guards. One of them turns, and scoffs at him, "Go on home kid! Dis be guards business onleh." Said the guard who turned. At this point Matthew didn't care that that they were armored. He didn't care that they outnumbered him, he only wanted Amelia safe, and them dead.
He swung at the guards chest with his sword, the guard jumped back and drew his own sword. "Dat yer bes move boy!?" The guard yelled at him. Enraged Matthew lunged again, but the guard swung at him before he was close, as his sword was longer than Matthews. It hit him on the eyebrow, slicing downwards into his eye, causing him tremendous pain. Matthew clutches his eye with one hand, the blood trickling between his fingers, he looks at them with his other, even angrier.
Matthew wouldn't give up, Amelia was his friend, and even though she may not feel the same way, she was his whole world, and if they messed with her, they might as well mess with him too. He holds his eye still, and takes his sword in his hand and with all his might swings at the guards chest. Unprepared, as the guard was focused on the blood, his chest is struck, and a deafening screech can be heard as the sword cuts through the metal, causing the guard to hunch over in pain, by this time the other two have turned to him, they are angry, and ready to fight, swords drawn. They both lunge at him, from each side, he is cut on his arm, and dodges the sweep for his legs, and then they both attack again, he blocks one, they cut his side, he is angry, but not even his rage can beat skill like this. After a while Matthew is cut up, he is bleeding profusely. His vision is blanking in and out, he is moving by instinct, dodging some, but not nearly enough of the attacks.
Matthew's and Amelia's fathers rushed up, wielding swords Matthews father had made, and they protected Matthew, sending the guards away. They got him to the town doctor as quickly as possible, during the whole time all he asked was if Amelia was okay, and where she was, how she felt. After a few months the doctor had him healed, and back to normal, well; almost normal. His left eye is cut in two pieces, the doctor gave him a bandage to wear, which he did to help it heal, but after a while, he got used to it, and didn't hide it, it gave him a sense of purpose, reminding him everyday why he gets up, why he practices with the sword, and why he followed her. After the incident, Amelia's parents decided to send her away, to the "Capital", Matthew begged his parents endlessly to go, he worked, and saved up money, just so he could go with her. Until Finally, he had enough to pay for the trip, before he left his father gave him his blessing, some spare coins, and a sword, one of his finest.(End flashback time). He watched as the guards passed, holding his breath. As soon as they pass he takes a breathe, pats on his shirt for a moment, then walks into the Capital.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He wants to win Amelia's heart, and he will follow her to ends of the earth to protect her.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is very strong, he is skilled with swords and daggers, he is very loyal, He is very brave as well, He isn't tricked too easily. He has a slightly above average intelligence. When he is enraged, he blocks out pain, he doesn't know when to stop, this can be bad too, but it is also helpful.
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.): Over his left eye is a scar given to him by from the guards of his home town. He cannot see out of it, and hitting it would cause him much pain. And because he is very strong, he isn't very fast when it comes to running. He is over protective of Amelia, and I guess if being anti-social is a weakness, then put that here too.
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.):
Yes,
(Jaeden111) Amelia. She is his reason for moving.
(Tiffosaur) Eleonore. She is his half sister.
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 armored men harassing a young girl. Instantly Matthew is reminded of the incident with Amelia, no girl should have to go through that. "And just /what/ in the name of Aneria, are you two oafs doing to that young lady!?" He shouts at them. Instead of waiting for one to turn like he made the mistake of doing, he pushes one to the side roughly and draws his sword. "Are these men giving you trouble miss?" *The young lady nods* Matthew draws his attention to the one nearest the girl. He kicks at his knee cap with full force. The armored man was expecting an attack from the upper body and his knee cap is kicked at, disabling his leg for enough time to beat him on the forehead with the hilt of Matthews sword. At this point the other man is back on his feet, glaring at Matthew. The man steps forward and Matthew reaches down and flings a small pile of dirt towards his eyes then goes to tackle him. The armored man swats the dirt away but doesn't see him rushing at him, he is tackled and his head hits the stone behind him. Matthew stands up looking down at him, and looks back at the girl. "Please, get out of here, they won't hurt you anymore." she nods and asks as she leaves "Wh-what is your name?" He replies to her hesitantly. "Matthew Cardonell.."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Ello young man! If ya join me crew I ken promise ya riches beyond ya dreams!" Ever since the incident, Matthew has been skeptical about peoples true intentions, and besides, he isn't here to go adventuring, he is here to win Amelia's heart, and that's what he intends to do. "No sir, I won't be joining. I have much more important matters to attend to." The man frowns, then disregards him and goes to the next man on the street.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Matthew looks down at the man, his family wasn't exceptionally rich, but he was never without food. "S-sonny.. can you spare some bread for me please? I-I haven't eaten in days.." The old man says in a frail voice. Matthew then reaches into his bag and pulls out a loaf of bread wrapped in some paper. "Here you go sir." He takes half of the loaf and hands it to the man. Then man looks up at him, eyes widening. "Bless you lad! May Aneria bless you for many years to come!" He says happily, nomming on the bread as Matthew walks away.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Matthew doesn't take kindly to insults about his family, or anyone close to him, especially /not/ his mother. "What did you just say to me? You good for nothing drunkard?" The man repeats the insult to him, louder so more people can here. Matthew nods. "Thought so." He quickly sends a fist at his face, connecting quickly, knocking the man onto the ground, as he was already tipsy enough. "I hope you wake up with more of a brain than you have now. Cause you are just pathetic." He walks for the door, not looking back at the man.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Matthew walks by a very wealthy looking lady, and a gleaming necklace around her neck catches his eye. He thinks of how good that would look on Amelia, and how happy she could be with it. "Excuse me ma'am?" The lady turns to him. "Yes?" he motions to her necklace. "Might I ask where you got such beautiful jewelry?" She looks at him strangely. "Whyy..." He looks at her eyes. "I've got this girl.. and I think she might look good in that." *He smiles a bit* The lady smiles too. "I understand where you're coming from. I have about 12 more at home anyways." She shrugs and takes off the necklace, offering it to him with one hand. His eyes widen and he looks at her, his hand hovering under it. "What's the catch?" She giggles. "Just treat her nicely." He smiles. "I wouldn't have it any other way Ma'am." He grasps the bottom of the necklace carefully, and puts it in his bag for later.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? I do not.
Other notes: http://www.minecraft...e/page__st__680 (Link to my first app, as this is a new character :3)
Jaeden111- Good app, your character seems interesting and you've thought about her quite a bit.
Other notes:no
Character Information
Name: Cosimo Arundiel
Age: 26
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Cosimo has light brown hair, and he has green eyes, he is around normal height, 5"10 or so, he is rather slim looking, he does have quite a bit of muscle, but it is nothing too significant looking. His face is very serious looking, and he doesn't smile often at all. He is handsome, but not easy to get along with.
Screen capture of your skin: N/a atm
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Cosimo's parents, Angela and Ermes Arundiel, wanted their son to know all he could of the way his family had been treated before he was born, of the persecution of the Arundiels, and the reasons they had been in hiding for so long. His mother taught him about the history of the Chancellery, and of the Arundiel's nobility during the Linyerian Era. valued his family's history, and developed an overall hate for the citizens of the Chancellery, for the way they treated his family for so many years; as he believed that they had done nothing to deserve it. He doesn't let it get in the way of the way he acts though, but he often speaks what he is thinking, if he thinks someone is acting unintelligent he will most likely tell them.
His father taught him to be wary of all people who are not family, he also taught him how to defend himself. And because Cosimo wasn't very big, he mostly worked on disarms, and pressure points, he learned just where to strike and just how to strike. But even though he learned pressure points, against armored opponents he can't do too much. He excels in unarmed and in disarming weapons. His father also told him a saying that he keeps close to heart, "The less you say, the more meaningful your words will seem." Cosimo Besides teaching him history, and how to defend himself, his parents also had high expectations for Cosimo, they wanted him to be very intelligent, and most of all, they wanted him to honor the family.
Cosimo was never an emotional child, and never cried when he didn't get what he wanted, he didn't throw fits, and he didn't even get happy very often, even on his birthday. He only seemed to stay serious during everything. There was only one time he cried. His younger sister Gianna (Now past) was a sweet hearted little girl, she was always nice to him, and would try to make him smile all the time. He loved his sister with all his heart, even if he didn't show it most of the time. But one day his sister had stayed out too long in the cold, and grew very sick. The local doctors didn't know what she had or how to treat it, so they just tried to feed her and keep her well hydrated.
Up until she passed she was always optimistic. One day he remember specifically, because of what she told him. Cosimo walked into Gianna's room, and silently walked over to her, looking at her pale skin and frail looking frame. When she opened her eyes she smiled a little bit, and tried to get up to hug him, but he gently bent over to hug her so she wouldn't waste valuable energy. She softly told him about her day, and what the doctors had said. His eyes were fixed on nothing, as if he were watching something very carefully. When she finished he nodded softly, still staring at nothing. Gianna Reached her hand to his cheek and said softly "Promise me you'll smile for me one day..?" At that point a single tear came from the corner of his eye, he knew she didn't have much time, and how could he smile knowing that? He stood up abruptly, wiping the tear away as he walked out. Gianna passed away the next day, a piece of him died that day, as if when she passed, a part of him did too.
Ever since then Cosimo hasn't been the same, as if he wasn't emotionless enough before, now he showed absolutely no emotion towards anything. Nothing could fill the void that she had covered called his heart. Cosimo wasn't very social either. Other than his mother and his father, Cosimo didn't meet too many family members growing up, except for Araesis, and his parents as well. But he didn't see them too much as the families did not want to draw too much attention to themselves or their children. Everyday Cosimo searches for that happiness, that feeling he got when she talked to him, but now that was gone, along with her.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To bring honor to his family, and search for happiness to fill the void his little sisters death left behind.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Cosimo isn't exceptionally strong, but he is strong enough to get what he needs done. He knows several disabling pressure points and can easily take out an un armored opponent. He is also quite quick.
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.): If an enemy Cosimo is fighting has armor, he will have a tough time beating them, as he is only used to un armored combat. Cosimo's Emotions are almost nonexistent, he can't express himself easily, as he doesn't feel happiness, or at least he believes he cannot. He is very anti-social, unless they are family, close, or he genuinely trusts them. (HOWEVER, he will help those he deems worthy of his help, heck he will even go out of his way if he thinks they are worth the time).
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.): Araesis Arundiel (gamer9726) Cosimo's relative.
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 armored men harassing a young girl. Cosimo walks up quietly, and past the guards, he stops mid step when he notices the young girl in the middle. He turns slowly towards them, his feet moving the gravel around them, his emotionless face and eyes examining each of them. He quickly notes the armor, and plans to go about this peacefully if he can. "Ah, there you are." Cosimo steps forward and the pair turns awkwardly to face him. "Didn't I tell you to stay by me..?" He reaches his hand for the girl, and one of the guards shoots his arm out in front to stop him. Cosimo notices the underside of the arm is not covered in armor, and is accessible easily. The man grumbles at him. "Jus' whaddya think yer doin?" Cosimo sighs. "Picking up my daughter of course." The armored man looks at his emotionless face, then at the other guard, then steps aside to let him grab the girl. Cosimo replies almost sincerely. "Thank you for looking after her..." And walks away, setting the girl down not too far and figuring out where to send her.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "You sir! I ken get ya lotsa gold! All ya gotta do is join ma crew! And go on an adventure to mystical islands, Never before seen!" Cosimo has no interest in leaving to go on this man's adventure, or whatever he called it, so he sighs and holds up his hand to the man. "No, I will not join your 'crew' ..."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. And old man looks up at Cosimo walks by, noticing his rather fancy coat, and asks for a few coins. "Scuse me sir.. Might you spare some change for the less fortunate..?" Less fortunate!? Cosimo thought. This man didn't know unfortunate, not until he and his family have been persecuted for EIGHTY years. He holds up his hand and shakes his head slightly, then keeps on his way.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oi!" Says a drunk fellow. Cosimo ignores the man. "AM Talkin te YU Mr. Redcoat!" Cosimo turns to him slowly, then says in a low voice. "What." The man shouts an insult about his mothers weight or something of the like, Cosimo didn't care to remember, and turned back to his food. "Dats et! You Look at me when am Talkin to ya! You no good piece of-" In an instant Cosimo launched his fist into the man's ribcage, knocking the wind out of him, then going back to his meal.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. A very wealthy looking woman walks by, when a certain gleaming gem around her neck catches Cosimo's eye, Cyan, Gianna's favorite color. He cringes inside a little bit, the memories returning, all of the sadness, and the pain. Cosimo decides having it would only make him remember the pain more, so he continues on down the path, suppressing his feelings again.
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