OOC-
IGN: (the one you use to log in)Wolffrock
Is English your first language?:yes
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant) 3.5 still getting better
What is Meta:When a player's character does something or knows something that he/she shouldn't due to it being information obtained outside of roleplay. A player using his/her own knowledge to influence their character.
What is Power Gaming: ex. Bill walks up Bob..Bill doesn't like the way Bob looked at him...*Bill stabbed Bob ..Bob is now dead
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Character name:Ace
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin)Short brown hair, Sea blue eyes, 6'0, very built but thin at the same top, usually wears a blank tunic under his armor and a mask that covers his mouth and most of his nose. He also has a necklace with sword across a shield engraved on the back 'In honor to Phainaos'((The skin Is a modified EnderHunter skin..I am sorry I cant get a screen shot but I am new to windows 8 and cant maneuver around the files))
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)Ace is Childish, funny, cocky, and very blunt. He always means well though and never Strikes first in a fight...Ace is willing to risk his life for a stranger but he is easily distracted by a pretty lass
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)Being only 5 when the plague hit Ace had to grow up fast and grind to stay alive. Ace and his father Were normal people before The Plague hit, living normal lives. When the plague hit all Ace remembers was his father standing over his dead mother, crying. His father simply told him "Bad things happen to Bad people as well as good people...We cannot prevent bad things but we can fight it off" The rest of the plague was a blur to Ace as him and his father hoped from place to place, survivor camps and groups to survivor camps and groups. Until His father got into an argument with the wrong person. A former Jarl/Mayor of a small piece of land who thought he was above all. Ace's father was executed as Ace watched in a nearby tree. Ace's heart filled with Depression, sadness, but much like the land had a light in the middle of the darkness. Ace went from group to group helping in everyway he could and sacrificing his needed supplies to others. Ace realized that Bad things happen to good people so he decided to be on of the few good things that happened to the good people. As Ace aged he grew fond of a sword and shield combo. After multiple fights and fleeing incidents where he dropped his weapons he later decided to seek a wrist blade..Not finding one yet he gave up and decided to learn archery. Ace wasn't patient enough to master it but got good enough to hunt. Ace is a survivor of the plague...He always remind himself "Bad things happen to good people" and he pledges himself to bring true justice to the people and environment around him or die trying
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
Canada
Join Date:
9/15/2013
Posts:
226
Location:
Canada
Minecraft:
braybowski
Member Details
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IGN: Chrosmatic
Is English your first language?: Of course.
Previous RP experience: Tons, varying on multiple servers, and games. 4.5/5
What is Meta : Mixing OOC information into IC information.
What is Power Gaming: Doing something that isn't humanly possible, ex; Punching threw 10 tons of obsidian, or obstructing roleplay in non-human ways.
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Character name: Evie Lexion
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Evie has glassy blue eyes, a light shade of red for her hair which some may find as uncommon, she wears a lightweight outfit, fit for maneuvering around quickly and not having to slow her self down in any event. She appears to be around 5"10, and she has a moderately slanky build, from sitting around all day watching the boys do work with their fathers. On glance, Evie has a beautiful look to her, as most would say.
Personality: Evie has a very persuading attitude, she enjoys to manipulate people to her own will. She has an odd speed and fast reflex time. She as well, is very stubborn in some situations involving wealth. Evie often enjoys to be spoken about, and she'll do whatever it takes to get her own name known throughout the lands. She has a flaw, which would happen to be any disease or sickness she over exaggerates and believes she'll die, even from a typical cold.
Background Story: Evie was 5 when the plague hit the lands, she was absolutely terrified of it from her clouded memory, she was absolutely positive that she was going to die, then and there. Her family was wealthy, she was able to seek shelter and treat anything that occurred to her and her family. Her family stayed indoors, there was some of trouble, some people didn't take to the plague as easily as others. It was some time before her parents decided that Evie wasn't able to be always protected by them, or even protect herself, there on they hired a guardian for Evie, the Guardians name would be Olivia Nully, she was a rather strong and beautiful woman, which would deceive a lot of men who would hit on them as they walked down market squares, or down roads, as she was much more stronger than she appeared. Evie took a liking to Olivia, she protected her wherever she went, she was easily in Olivia's debt, but her parents were already paying her for this. Evie was soon 14, where she began going to a public school, her family was losing their wealth, Evie was often followed for being more wealthy than rest of the children. They followed her as a leader, and a friend. Olivia didn't go into the school, she usually sat around the lobby waiting for the class to end, then on lead her to Evie's next class. Evie began finishing up school, she was 18 when she finally got out. She had some boys dating her, Olivia often scared them off with her excessive loyalty to Evie. Evie was a very high grading student, she was able to afford tutors for classes that she had trouble in, such as Mathematics. Evie struck out on her own with Olivia, she was continuing to be paid for, and she left for Ithica, from Highwyn, for experience in her odd charm and persuasion.
Previous RP experience: A couple of role play servers, but I would say I'm pretty descent, 4/5
What is Meta : Using information from OOC and integrating it into IC
What is Power Gaming: Something that cannot be done physically by the character; example would be flying in the sky and touching the sun.
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Character name: Olivia Nully
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Appearance:
Olivia is as beautiful as the setting sun over a ocean, her blond hair is gold like the sun, and shines a lot like it too. She wears a maid uniform everywhere she goes and never changes; but some how it is always in top condition. She has light blue eyes, that even the sky envies and pale white skin, and is quite slim.
Personality:
Olivia is loyal woman always going where told by her master Evie and is always supportive of her decisions. She always keeps her calm even in the most tense situations, and is sweet and caring. However more often than not a competition will distract her and she loves to take gambles and prove she can fight better than any man.
Background Story:
Originally Olivia worked at a day care in Highwyn when she was only 17. Taking care of rich peoples children and making sure they grew up properly, all the children loved her with passion and all the kids that moved on to kindergarten from her day care turned out to be good hearted people. However when the plague hit, all the rich people moved out looking after their children and trying to keep them safe. At this point Olivia could no longer pay bills and went out of business. Luckily Olivia was hired by a rich family to take care of their daughter Evie. At first Olivia was very skeptical of the child she seemed to be more of a pain of an ass then most children always trying to get her way, but as time went on Olivia quickly grew attached to the young lass. Olivia would follow Evie everywhere she went protecting the young girl her with the martial arts her step dad taught her, She witnessed her grow up into a wonderful young lady. Evie just needed to choose her boys better, they were all so stupid. Olivia now follows Evie into Ithica, obligated to take care of her.
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IGN: TZUGARIS
Is English your first language?: Yep
Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: Using information gained OOCly and used ICly. When one Meta's they didn't have their character gain the info in RP.
What is Power Gaming: Forcing actions onto others, not attempting actions but rather just doing it with the /me command. Making your character do things that most people find unrealistic.
OOC-
IGN: moon_stone
Is English your first language?: Yep!
Previous RP experience: On a scale of 1 - 5, about a 3.
What is Meta: Metagaming is using information that you have gathered out of character to aid yourself in character.
What is Power Gaming: Power Gaming is when you take complete control of a roleplay situating, deciding both what happens to your character, and what happens to the other person's character.
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IGN: very_berry
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Character name: Elm Dove
About a couple months after the embrace, there would be no real "towns" or such, only small groups of people, that may have claimed an abandoned village for themselves. The majority of the population would have been corrupted, with many of the remaining groups being hostile. Everyone is fighting to survive at this point.
This also means money is useless. You can't eat it, or use it to heal wounds, so it would have been deemed useless and chucked away.
Your app says they found a town and bought a house, while Elm worked. This conflicts with lore, and needs to be changed.
Try again, and post the edited version once it's done.
OOC-
IGN: (the one you use to log in)Wolffrock
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Character name:Ace
Hey there! Thanks for applying.
First off, your grammar needs fixing. I can read it, but there were a few things that I didn't understand. Also, wall of text. Remember, paragraphs are your friends.
Like this.
Ace doesn't have many flaws that I can see, other than being distracted easily by women. Maybe he's slow, either mentally or physically? Perhaps he doesn't know anything about medicine, or is scared easily? Just a few ideas, but more description on his strengths and weaknesses would be good.
I need to see that skin. I feel your pain with Windows 8, but the way to find your screenshot folder is fairly simple. Just press the "windows" key and "r" at the same time, and it should bring up the "Run" box. Type in "%appdata%", then go to your .minecraft folder. The screenshots folder should be there.
With his father being executed... There was no one to uphold laws, and if you got on the bad side of someone, you'd fight to the death. Unless this Mayor was delusional and had a couple people with him to do his bidding.
I'd like it if you explained just how Ace learnt how to use a sword and bow. Did he teach himself, or did someone else teach him? And where did he get these said weapons?
Plus, with him going from group to group, did he encounter any bandit groups? There were quite a large amount of hostile groups, so running into one would be common if he met a lot of others. Speaking of that, it would be hard to find groups, the amount of people wandering would be scarce.
Just make the necessary edits in your app, and we should be set. Denied.
OOC-
IGN: (the one you use to log in)Wolffrock
Is English your first language?:yes
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant) 3.5 still getting better
What is Meta:When a player's character does something or knows something that he/she shouldn't due to it being information obtained outside of roleplay. A player using his/her own knowledge to influence their character.
What is Power Gaming: ex. Bill walks up Bob..Bill doesn't like the way Bob looked at him...*Bill stabbed Bob ..Bob is now dead
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IC-
Character name:Ace
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin)Short brown hair, Sea blue eyes, 6'0, very built but thin at the same top, usually wears a blank tunic under his armor and a mask that covers his mouth and most of his nose. He also has a necklace with sword across a shield engraved on the back 'In honor to Phainaos'http://www.minecraft.../endermanhunter
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)Ace is Childish, funny, cocky, and very blunt. He always means well though and never Strikes first in a fight...Ace is willing to risk his life for a stranger but he is easily distracted by a pretty lass. Ace is very hot headed and fearless which causes him to do stupid things without thinking
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Being only 5 when the plague hit Ace had to grow up fast and grind to stay alive. Ace and his father Were normal people before The Plague hit, living normal lives. When the plague hit all Ace remembers was his father standing over his dead mother, crying. His father simply told him "Bad things happen to Bad people as well as good people...We cannot prevent bad things but we can fight it off"
The rest of the plague was a blur to Ace as him and his father hoped from place to place, survivor camps and groups to survivor camps and groups. Until His father got into an argument with the wrong person. A former Jarl/Mayor of a small piece of land who thought he was above all. Ace's father was brutally killed by the mayor and his bandits as Ace watched in a nearby tree. Ace's heart filled with Depression, sadness, but much like the land had a light in the middle of the darkness.
Ace went from group to group, Making sure to avoid bandit group, helping in everyway he could and sacrificing his needed supplies to others. Ace realized that Bad things happen to good people so he decided to be on of the few good things that happened to the good people. As Ace aged he grew fond of a sword and shield combo, Teaching himself ways to move and use the weapons. After multiple fights and fleeing incidents where he dropped his weapons he later decided to seek a wrist blade. Not finding one yet he gave up and decided to learn archery. Ace wasn't patient enough to teach himself and master it but got good enough to hunt. Ace is a survivor of the plague...He always remind himself "Bad things happen to good people" and he pledges himself to bring true justice to the people and environment around him or die trying
((tried my best with the links and paragraphs and I just hope that you give me a chance in game))
OOC-
IGN: DerpyCaribou
Is English your first language?: Yeppers!
Previous RP experience: 3 maybe a low 4. I'm not sure.
What is Meta: Using information learned OOCly and using it ICly. Like ICly knowing my character has a voice in his head without my character ever telling them ICly.
What is Power Gaming: Becoming a god character or forcing things onto other players. Example would be a weak character killing a master swordsman.
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IC-
Character name: Neilian Surtov
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Neilian is a small and young looking person. His black, overgrown, and messy hair almost covers his eyes. His eyes are two separate colors, one green and one blue, and they always stare directly at you. He rarely ever smiles but when he does, it tends to make those around him uneasy. Neilian is very weak and wears cloths that are to large for him. He wears a long, baggy, white shirt underneath a small grey shirt. The sleeves of his shirt are often bloody due to his constant nose bleeds.His pants sag down to his ankles and cover most of his feet.
Personality: What Neilian lacks in strength he makes up for with his mind. He thinks about many things constantly and often never speaks most of the things he thinks about. When thinking about certain things, like how he should act in a certain situation, he tries to think of all the situations that can happen and how he could avoid each one. This made him very useful to a bandit leader in the days following the plague. Neilian is also an introvert. He prefers to keep to himself and only thrives in conversation if it is with one or two people. When in a large group of people, Neilian will only speak when needed to and will often do so in very short replies. Neilian also prefers conversations about more meaningful subjects that help provoke thought. However, Neilian is never alone in his mind. After the embrace, he started to notice that one of his eyes was becoming blue. A significant person in his past had blue eyes and something trigered in his head. That was the first time he heard the voice. He now has a separate voice that speaks to him almost all the time. It does everything from entertaining him with talk or giving it's own insight to certain situations. Of course this voice is not real and was just made by Neilian, but he is fully convinced that it is real and that he holds the mind of another person.
Background Story:
((The voice is in RED.))
I wait, thinking to myself about all the things that had occured around me. Things moved so quickly and yet I felt as if nothing had happened no matter how many things had actually happened. I look at the man across the small room and start to think about him. What would happen if I never found him? How would I be? But none of that mattered. He was not my friend, he was my boss and he was going to stay that way. However, I still love a good conversation and hoped that he would start one. He looks up at me and I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking about something. For the longest time, I struggle trying to start the conversation with him. All I'm able to utter is an emotionless "What?"
"Why do you think this all happened?" he asks."I see we're going to have one of these talks" the voice said. Ignoring the voice I say "I am truly unaware of how something like this could ever happen." "Magic" he said with a glow in his eyes "the gods are punishing us!" Silence fills the room. "What an idiot" the voice says. "No, he is just... slower... to new ideas" I reply. "Why do you even waste your time with him?" "I enjoy the company of others" "Liar! You can never even speak when in a crowd of people!" "I don't need to explain myself to you. You know me as much as I do. Now be quiet"
"I do not believe in that" I say. "Why not" he asks. "Are the gods perfect?" I ask. The reply takes a moment to come "Yes." I start my speech, "If the gods are perfect, wouldn't they create an ideal world where people could live without death or hatred? If the gods are perfect wouldn't we, their creations, also be perfect? Because if we are not perfect then that means that the gods have failed. Their creation is flawed and broken. It never worked. A blacksmith does not create and give a broken sword to a warrior, but yet this happened with us. We are the sword, the blacksmith the gods, and the warrior the world. Now back to the main idea. If the gods are perfect they would have known from the very start of our creation that we would break. So if they know this, then either two things are true. One, we are just these gods' play things. We amuse them with our lives and they laugh at our misery and death. Does not seem like the ideal gods you follow, huh? Two,the gods are not perfect. This contradicts many things. First off, it contradicts the belief that they are perfect, duh, and secondly it contradicts the fact that they have never fought amongst one another. We fight because we are not perfect, so it only make since that they would too." I take a breath and continue "I do not believe in the gods due to this reason. I don't wish to be their play thing and I cannot believe in them if they are not perfect."
A simple "wow" is all he can muster. The voice begins to criticize "Oh, look here! He can't even possibly react to all that! Idiot."
And so silence once again fills the room as I'm left thinking. This man, this dangerous man, was my only real friend. He had killed so many people in cold blood and yet I went along with him. This man was a leader of a large group of bandits, but they were nothing until I came along. I gave my thoughts and advice to this man for one reason. For one favor. I have yet to use the favor though. I knew he would allow me to do anything at this point, because under my advice he was able to completely eliminate all the other groups of bandits around us. We had gained many weapons and even a small handful of boats. That's what I wanted.
Suddenly he speaks up "I've been thinking." "Yes" I reply. "I know nothing about your past" he says "and I want to know who I've been talking to for these long months." I sigh before beginning and say "I'll tell you, but you better not interrupt me. If there is one way of ruining this it would be to interrupt me." "Alright" he says.
"I was born in a very large town, people were everywhere. When I was a child, I was very curious about the world around me and I took the time to learn as much as I could. I quickly became smarter than most of the people around me. After another year or two I became smarter than most of the adults around me. However there was one person who matched me in terms of intellect. This person and I began to have a bit of a rivalry. We tried to outsmart each other as much as possible, and when the great embrace happened and everyone begin to die around us, we quickly realized that the old rules did not bind us any longer. Both of us left the town and quickly found a small building that was no longer being used. We stayed there and decided, somehow without any conversation, that we would try to kill each other. The next week or so was nothing but us playing a game of cat and mouse until one of us succeeded in winning. I outsmarted him and won." "Those were the good ol days"
"How?" he interrupts. I sigh and continue "that doesn't matter. Also you interrupted me. Afterwards I traveled alone for the longest time, and I realized that my eye had become blue" "Are you really going to tell him this!? Are you crazy!? He'll think you're crazy and he'll never speak to you again!" I continue, unphased by the voice "then afterwards I met you. Of course you remembered what happened after that. You said that if I helped you, you would owe me a favor." "Yes" he says. "I want to use that now. I want a boat. I want to leave. I heard one of the men speaking about a new place with a queen. I heard it was safe. I heard there were people..." I say. "Alright... you may leave tomorrow. I'll get things set up" he says with an almost pained expression on his face. "Goodbye"
OOC- IGN: the_boyblunder Is English your first language?: One and only.
Previous RP experience: probally a 2-3 - haven't role-played a lot recently, but I'd love to be "compliant" and learn how to.
What is Meta: Roleplaying with knowledge than your character should know, or using OOC references.
What is Power Gaming: Trying to impose your own agenda and/or your story on another player/character. Also known as God playing.
Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application: (Mandatory!)
---- IC- Character name: Damian Oliver Greene Gender: Male Age: 16 Appearance: Damian is short in stature, but of a fit build due to his constant archery practice. He has light brown hair cut short, and inquiring green eyes. He often blends in a crowd, and does his best to do so. His skin is tan, he spends a lot of time outside doing various chores. His arms are toned and muscular from chopping firewood and shooting his large long bow. (img: http://i.imgur.com/yMdmBm4.png )
Regularly Damian wears what an average forester would wear. A tan or brown tunic, pants and a large green cloak that reached his ankles and would cover his whole body when he kept it in front of his shoulders.
Personality: Damian is very inquisitive, often driving himself crazy to know the answers to his questions, and as such he has been obsessed with both the way of life and religions before the apocalypse, although not holding to them himself. Being very young when the apocalypse began, he has no real memories of what life was before it. Damian is also mature, always has been even when he was a little kid. He was independent, smart and confident. Almost too much sometimes, often putting himself in avoidable danger. At home when he wasnt'[ busy with chores, he had his nose in a book, always interested in learning or reading about fantastical heroes slaying dragons or rescuing princesses. He's had to grow up quickly, becoming an adult far younger than the average kid, but he actually is very fun loving with his friends, always cracking jokes. Sometimes his attitude is off putting, he loves being sarcastic and witty. But really he is caring and will stand up for people who are being wronged. He doesn't take well to overly inquisitive people, although it's a bit hypocritical on his part. He tries to hide his age, often talking as if he was much older and he delights in using big words that not many people know. He is sometimes insecure about his size, but he also takes comfort in the fact that it makes him faster and easier to hide.
His strengths would definitely lie in his ability to shoot with remarkable speed and precision, having trained in this skill all his life. He helped his father hunt and bring home food, eventually taking over the position completely. Having such a job, he practiced moving unseen and unheard, taking delight in spooking his father, or his childhood friend Jake.
Due to having a rigorous chore schedule and training with his heavy longbow, he is quite strong despite his small stature. But against someone who also was fit and outweighed him, he might not do so well.
However, having no formal training or otherwise in sword combat, Damian has no idea how to fight this way. He would be outclassed by anyone who had used a sword before.
Background Story: When the apocalypse began, Damian's parents, Horace and Katherine Greene tried their best to provide as normal as a childhood for their son as they could. They were one of the first to retreat, hiding in the woods with another young family and building a small cabin. They remained self-sufficient and were some what cut off from the outside world. But as the situation worsened, Damian's father realized he might not always be around to protect him and that he would have to learn to defend himself. Being a regular yeoman he did not have access to quality swords but instead taught Damian in the art of Archery and Bow Making. As he grew he became masterful in these skills, and also in the art of remaining unseen. Damian was very curious in everything, often making stories about what happened to the world, the heroes and people who lived in the rumored new kingdom and how he would become a strong warrior. He spent a lot of time with his friend Jake Farley, he was the same age as him and was the son of the couple who came with his family to the woods.
Damian was thirteen when Katherine announced she was pregnant. The whole family was excited, but also anxious. Another mouth to feed and life to protect. But Damian always wanted a brother, somehow he knew he would have one. When he was born they named him Danny, after Katherine's brother. He would be taught to fight and to provide food just as Damian was taught.
On Damian's 16th birthday he couldn't contain his excitement. He would finally learn what happened in the main lands, and visit the crystal isles. All the sources of knowledge were through various travelers, a couple of transcripts and nothing more. announced he would be leaving the next day to visit the rumored safe lands ruled by a mysterious queen. Katherine sobbed, but she knew this day was coming. It was all he talked about for months now. Horace sighed, but he knew that Damian could take care of himself.
Damian wike the next morning, packed a small bag and said goodbye to his family and set off.
OOC- IGN: leblondieee Is English your first language?: yea Previous RP experience: 5 What is Meta: OOC knowledge influencing the actions of a character who should not be aware of said knowledge What is Power Gaming: when someone forces actions upon other people's characters against their will, typically to give their own character some sort of advantegous position Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application:
---- IC- Character name: Fierelus Manucci Gender: f Age: 18
Appearance: Fiere stands at an average 5'6" or 168cm, with a sturdy build and fairly strong muscles. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she has long dark brown hair. Her face is round, with a straight nose, strong cheekbones and a wide forehead. She wears an off-white long-sleeved t-shirt with a blue vest over it, light tanned tights and knee length brown boots. A belt sits around her waist with two sheeves hanging on each hip, as well as several pouches hanging all around containing various tidbits.
Personality: Fierelus has a fairly plain, uncharacteristic personal with views neither here nor there. She's typically quite calm and friendly to most people, with a somewhat fiery temperant deep within her reserved for the truly annoying. Her strengths include agility, skill in knife-wielding and other self-survival skills. Her main weakness is her less-than-quick wit and somewhat naive knowledge of the world around her.
Background Story: On the eve of a balmy Summer's day a small group of villagers in a hut surrounded a bed as a baby was drawn from her dying mother's womb. The mother, unable to survive both the afflcitons of illness and pain of childbirth, passed silently as the wailing infant was taken away to be seen by the village medic.
In a different hut, this one more sparcely crowded, the baby was laid down into a small crib. The medic, who had been awoken by the cries of the birth, had been awaiting the infant to be brought to him as per usual. Unexpectedly, the child was alive and kicking. Ever since the illness had struck the village one year prior, birth mortality rates had driven up exponetially and a very little number of infants survived through birth, and only a small portion of those that did would go on to survive the first night.
The baby was given a bottle full milk and water mixed together (pure milk being too precious) as the medic checked over her. Evidently the child was fairly normal; her body bore no defects, and responded to movements and sounds well. Convinced that this infant would survive, he took upon himself the responsibility of the traditional birth ritual. Christening her 'Fierelus' the medic sprinkled both rose flower buds and nightshade berries over the crib, representing good and evil and bringing the blessing of the God Phainaos upon the infant.
It was comforting for the medic to perform the ritual, as it had been important to the small village to perform it on all children in the days of old. While all in the world seemed perilous, a flicker of hope filled his heart knowing that Phainaos would be forever watching.
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Fiere was brought awake by a vigorous shaking. Her eyes shot open, and as she sat up in a flash, a figure standing over her.
"Fiere! Phainaos damn you, get up. Did you not hear the bells?" As Fiere's eyes clear she sees that it is Vladiot, another one of the remaining members of the village, who is speaking to her.
"What are you talking about?" She jumps out of her bed and dresses rapidly as he talks in a hushed voice.
"The scout I sent out at dawn spotted bandits along the outskirts. I don't think they realize-" His voice breaks, and he pauses for a split moment, "-realize that there are more people in their party than we have left." Fiere buckles her belt around her waist, and slides two knives into their sheaths on each hip. "We've decided to flee; staying would surely be a deathwish."
It was true; their little village that once housed a large community has since dwindled down to all but a remaining few as the plague has made it's course. Combined with the illness already prevalent prior, the plague wiped out most of the population within 10 years. The medic that had cared for Fiere in her early years had been the first to sucuumb. The Final Embrace was all but a hazy event in Fiere's mind that she could hardly remember, as she had been a toddler at the time.
Fiere had grown up a fairly normally - at least, to her it seemed normal for she didn't know a life besides one where the people around her were always growing terribly sick and where bodies of the insane had to be destroyed as soon as possible. By those of the village that were strong and did not catch the plague until Fiere's later years, Fiere was taught to wield knives and hunt for game in their free time when they were not fighting off the Corrupted. As Fiere grew older, she too joined the forces to not only fight the Corrupted, but also protect the village. Through good forture, Fiere never grew ill herself which is the reason why she, and a few others, still remain alive in the town. But now, the remainders were too weak and too hungry to properly protect themselves.
"Fine." Fiere said, putting her hair up and out of her face. "Are the others waiting for us?"
Vlad shook his head. "When we all gathered after we rang the bell, I realized that you weren't with us. I decided everyone should go, and that'd I'd come get you. They'd all be about a half mile away by now."
She nodded. "Let's go."
Exitting Fiere's hut, the two headed south past now-desserted buildings towards one of the exits of the village. Behind them, two large crashes, one after the other, pierced the air. The bandits had entered the village, and Fiere and Vlad picked up the pace.
"Where are we headed, by the way?" Fiere said, as they ran along, her voice shaking as she pants from the exertion.
"South," Vlad replied, his voice the same, "Remember those rumours of a Queen the messenger brought a few weeks past?"
"Aye?"
"We decided--" He wiped his brow, glancing behind him for a second to see if anyone was pursuing them, "To check it out. There's a couple following us, watch out for-" All of a sudden, Vlad let out a strange, gurgled gasp and collapsed to the ground onto his knees.
It only took a split second for Fiere to realize what happed. Vlad had been shot by an arrow through the midriff. "Oh no, oh no!" She knelt down to him, terrified. "How do I help?"
Vlad stared at the arrow through his stomach, "I..." slowly, he looked to Fiere, "Just go; I'm a goner." Another arrowed whizzed past as he chuckled, spitting out blood in the process. "Head south. Find the-- the others. Don't worry about me." He winced with deep pain, "Find out if there's any truth to that Queen rubbish." He flopped over, dead.
Fiere took an extra moment to close his eyes before getting to her feet and heading off.
OOC -------- IGN: dietcocaine96 ----- IC ----- Character name: Olivia Nully
Hey there, thanks for applying you two.
First off, Evie's pink hair. That's an unnatural colour, and a no-no. Plus, I need to see Olivia's skin, so if you could post a screenshot of that, that would be great.
Just... neither of you read the lore. Seriously. Plague hits, and all sorts of matter hits the whirling device. There would be no schools, jobs, order, law, none of that. Just a very small amount of people managing to survive amongst the hordes of corrupted and bandits. So please, go read the lore, and re-do your applications.
IGN: (the one you use to log in)Wolffrock
Is English your first language?:yes
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant) 3.5 still getting better
What is Meta:When a player's character does something or knows something that he/she shouldn't due to it being information obtained outside of roleplay. A player using his/her own knowledge to influence their character.
What is Power Gaming: ex. Bill walks up Bob..Bill doesn't like the way Bob looked at him...*Bill stabbed Bob ..Bob is now dead
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Character name:Ace
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin)Short brown hair, Sea blue eyes, 6'0, very built but thin at the same top, usually wears a blank tunic under his armor and a mask that covers his mouth and most of his nose. He also has a necklace with sword across a shield engraved on the back 'In honor to Phainaos'((The skin Is a modified EnderHunter skin..I am sorry I cant get a screen shot but I am new to windows 8 and cant maneuver around the files))
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)Ace is Childish, funny, cocky, and very blunt. He always means well though and never Strikes first in a fight...Ace is willing to risk his life for a stranger but he is easily distracted by a pretty lass
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)Being only 5 when the plague hit Ace had to grow up fast and grind to stay alive. Ace and his father Were normal people before The Plague hit, living normal lives. When the plague hit all Ace remembers was his father standing over his dead mother, crying. His father simply told him "Bad things happen to Bad people as well as good people...We cannot prevent bad things but we can fight it off" The rest of the plague was a blur to Ace as him and his father hoped from place to place, survivor camps and groups to survivor camps and groups. Until His father got into an argument with the wrong person. A former Jarl/Mayor of a small piece of land who thought he was above all. Ace's father was executed as Ace watched in a nearby tree. Ace's heart filled with Depression, sadness, but much like the land had a light in the middle of the darkness. Ace went from group to group helping in everyway he could and sacrificing his needed supplies to others. Ace realized that Bad things happen to good people so he decided to be on of the few good things that happened to the good people. As Ace aged he grew fond of a sword and shield combo. After multiple fights and fleeing incidents where he dropped his weapons he later decided to seek a wrist blade..Not finding one yet he gave up and decided to learn archery. Ace wasn't patient enough to master it but got good enough to hunt. Ace is a survivor of the plague...He always remind himself "Bad things happen to good people" and he pledges himself to bring true justice to the people and environment around him or die trying
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IGN:
Chrosmatic
Is English your first language?:
Of course.
Previous RP experience:
Tons, varying on multiple servers, and games. 4.5/5
What is Meta
: Mixing OOC information into IC information.
What is Power Gaming:
Doing something that isn't humanly possible, ex; Punching threw 10 tons of obsidian, or obstructing roleplay in non-human ways.
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Character name:
Evie Lexion
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Appearance:
Evie has glassy blue eyes, a light shade of red for her hair which some may find as uncommon, she wears a lightweight outfit, fit for maneuvering around quickly and not having to slow her self down in any event. She appears to be around 5"10, and she has a moderately slanky build, from sitting around all day watching the boys do work with their fathers. On glance, Evie has a beautiful look to her, as most would say.
Personality:
Evie has a very persuading attitude, she enjoys to manipulate people to her own will. She has an odd speed and fast reflex time. She as well, is very stubborn in some situations involving wealth. Evie often enjoys to be spoken about, and she'll do whatever it takes to get her own name known throughout the lands. She has a flaw, which would happen to be any disease or sickness she over exaggerates and believes she'll die, even from a typical cold.
Background Story:
Evie was 5 when the plague hit the lands, she was absolutely terrified of it from her clouded memory, she was absolutely positive that she was going to die, then and there. Her family was wealthy, she was able to seek shelter and treat anything that occurred to her and her family. Her family stayed indoors, there was some of trouble, some people didn't take to the plague as easily as others. It was some time before her parents decided that Evie wasn't able to be always protected by them, or even protect herself, there on they hired a guardian for Evie, the Guardians name would be Olivia Nully, she was a rather strong and beautiful woman, which would deceive a lot of men who would hit on them as they walked down market squares, or down roads, as she was much more stronger than she appeared. Evie took a liking to Olivia, she protected her wherever she went, she was easily in Olivia's debt, but her parents were already paying her for this. Evie was soon 14, where she began going to a public school, her family was losing their wealth, Evie was often followed for being more wealthy than rest of the children. They followed her as a leader, and a friend. Olivia didn't go into the school, she usually sat around the lobby waiting for the class to end, then on lead her to Evie's next class. Evie began finishing up school, she was 18 when she finally got out. She had some boys dating her, Olivia often scared them off with her excessive loyalty to Evie. Evie was a very high grading student, she was able to afford tutors for classes that she had trouble in, such as Mathematics. Evie struck out on her own with Olivia, she was continuing to be paid for, and she left for Ithica, from Highwyn, for experience in her odd charm and persuasion.
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IGN:
dietcocaine96
Is English your first language?:
Yes
Previous RP experience:
A couple of role play servers, but I would say I'm pretty descent, 4/5
What is Meta
: Using information from OOC and integrating it into IC
What is Power Gaming:
Something that cannot be done physically by the character; example would be flying in the sky and touching the sun.
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Character name:
Olivia Nully
Gender:
Female
Age:
33
Appearance:
Olivia is as beautiful as the setting sun over a ocean, her blond hair is gold like the sun, and shines a lot like it too. She wears a maid uniform everywhere she goes and never changes; but some how it is always in top condition. She has light blue eyes, that even the sky envies and pale white skin, and is quite slim.
Personality:
Olivia is loyal woman always going where told by her master Evie and is always supportive of her decisions. She always keeps her calm even in the most tense situations, and is sweet and caring. However more often than not a competition will distract her and she loves to take gambles and prove she can fight better than any man.
Background Story:
Originally Olivia worked at a day care in Highwyn when she was only 17. Taking care of rich peoples children and making sure they grew up properly, all the children loved her with passion and all the kids that moved on to kindergarten from her day care turned out to be good hearted people. However when the plague hit, all the rich people moved out looking after their children and trying to keep them safe. At this point Olivia could no longer pay bills and went out of business. Luckily Olivia was hired by a rich family to take care of their daughter Evie. At first Olivia was very skeptical of the child she seemed to be more of a pain of an ass then most children always trying to get her way, but as time went on Olivia quickly grew attached to the young lass. Olivia would follow Evie everywhere she went protecting the young girl her with the martial arts her step dad taught her, She witnessed her grow up into a wonderful young lady. Evie just needed to choose her boys better, they were all so stupid. Olivia now follows Evie into Ithica, obligated to take care of her.
Your apps have been reviewed on the Enjin forums.
About a couple months after the embrace, there would be no real "towns" or such, only small groups of people, that may have claimed an abandoned village for themselves. The majority of the population would have been corrupted, with many of the remaining groups being hostile. Everyone is fighting to survive at this point.
This also means money is useless. You can't eat it, or use it to heal wounds, so it would have been deemed useless and chucked away.
Your app says they found a town and bought a house, while Elm worked. This conflicts with lore, and needs to be changed.
Try again, and post the edited version once it's done.
Hey there! Thanks for applying.
First off, your grammar needs fixing. I can read it, but there were a few things that I didn't understand. Also, wall of text. Remember, paragraphs are your friends.
Like this.
Ace doesn't have many flaws that I can see, other than being distracted easily by women. Maybe he's slow, either mentally or physically? Perhaps he doesn't know anything about medicine, or is scared easily? Just a few ideas, but more description on his strengths and weaknesses would be good.
I need to see that skin. I feel your pain with Windows 8, but the way to find your screenshot folder is fairly simple. Just press the "windows" key and "r" at the same time, and it should bring up the "Run" box. Type in "%appdata%", then go to your .minecraft folder. The screenshots folder should be there.
With his father being executed... There was no one to uphold laws, and if you got on the bad side of someone, you'd fight to the death. Unless this Mayor was delusional and had a couple people with him to do his bidding.
I'd like it if you explained just how Ace learnt how to use a sword and bow. Did he teach himself, or did someone else teach him? And where did he get these said weapons?
Plus, with him going from group to group, did he encounter any bandit groups? There were quite a large amount of hostile groups, so running into one would be common if he met a lot of others. Speaking of that, it would be hard to find groups, the amount of people wandering would be scarce.
Just make the necessary edits in your app, and we should be set. Denied.
IGN: (the one you use to log in)Wolffrock
Is English your first language?:yes
Previous RP experience: (on a scale of 1 - 5. We are happy to teach you how to RP, so long as you are compliant) 3.5 still getting better
What is Meta:When a player's character does something or knows something that he/she shouldn't due to it being information obtained outside of roleplay. A player using his/her own knowledge to influence their character.
What is Power Gaming: ex. Bill walks up Bob..Bill doesn't like the way Bob looked at him...*Bill stabbed Bob ..Bob is now dead
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Character name:Ace
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin)Short brown hair, Sea blue eyes, 6'0, very built but thin at the same top, usually wears a blank tunic under his armor and a mask that covers his mouth and most of his nose. He also has a necklace with sword across a shield engraved on the back 'In honor to Phainaos'http://www.minecraft.../endermanhunter
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)Ace is Childish, funny, cocky, and very blunt. He always means well though and never Strikes first in a fight...Ace is willing to risk his life for a stranger but he is easily distracted by a pretty lass. Ace is very hot headed and fearless which causes him to do stupid things without thinking
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
Being only 5 when the plague hit Ace had to grow up fast and grind to stay alive. Ace and his father Were normal people before The Plague hit, living normal lives. When the plague hit all Ace remembers was his father standing over his dead mother, crying. His father simply told him "Bad things happen to Bad people as well as good people...We cannot prevent bad things but we can fight it off"
The rest of the plague was a blur to Ace as him and his father hoped from place to place, survivor camps and groups to survivor camps and groups. Until His father got into an argument with the wrong person. A former Jarl/Mayor of a small piece of land who thought he was above all. Ace's father was brutally killed by the mayor and his bandits as Ace watched in a nearby tree. Ace's heart filled with Depression, sadness, but much like the land had a light in the middle of the darkness.
Ace went from group to group, Making sure to avoid bandit group, helping in everyway he could and sacrificing his needed supplies to others. Ace realized that Bad things happen to good people so he decided to be on of the few good things that happened to the good people. As Ace aged he grew fond of a sword and shield combo, Teaching himself ways to move and use the weapons. After multiple fights and fleeing incidents where he dropped his weapons he later decided to seek a wrist blade. Not finding one yet he gave up and decided to learn archery. Ace wasn't patient enough to teach himself and master it but got good enough to hunt. Ace is a survivor of the plague...He always remind himself "Bad things happen to good people" and he pledges himself to bring true justice to the people and environment around him or die trying
((tried my best with the links and paragraphs and I just hope that you give me a chance in game))
IGN: DerpyCaribou
Is English your first language?: Yeppers!
Previous RP experience: 3 maybe a low 4. I'm not sure.
What is Meta: Using information learned OOCly and using it ICly. Like ICly knowing my character has a voice in his head without my character ever telling them ICly.
What is Power Gaming: Becoming a god character or forcing things onto other players. Example would be a weak character killing a master swordsman.
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Character name: Neilian Surtov
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Neilian is a small and young looking person. His black, overgrown, and messy hair almost covers his eyes. His eyes are two separate colors, one green and one blue, and they always stare directly at you. He rarely ever smiles but when he does, it tends to make those around him uneasy. Neilian is very weak and wears cloths that are to large for him. He wears a long, baggy, white shirt underneath a small grey shirt. The sleeves of his shirt are often bloody due to his constant nose bleeds.His pants sag down to his ankles and cover most of his feet.
Personality: What Neilian lacks in strength he makes up for with his mind. He thinks about many things constantly and often never speaks most of the things he thinks about. When thinking about certain things, like how he should act in a certain situation, he tries to think of all the situations that can happen and how he could avoid each one. This made him very useful to a bandit leader in the days following the plague. Neilian is also an introvert. He prefers to keep to himself and only thrives in conversation if it is with one or two people. When in a large group of people, Neilian will only speak when needed to and will often do so in very short replies. Neilian also prefers conversations about more meaningful subjects that help provoke thought. However, Neilian is never alone in his mind. After the embrace, he started to notice that one of his eyes was becoming blue. A significant person in his past had blue eyes and something trigered in his head. That was the first time he heard the voice. He now has a separate voice that speaks to him almost all the time. It does everything from entertaining him with talk or giving it's own insight to certain situations. Of course this voice is not real and was just made by Neilian, but he is fully convinced that it is real and that he holds the mind of another person.
Background Story:
((The voice is in RED.))
I wait, thinking to myself about all the things that had occured around me. Things moved so quickly and yet I felt as if nothing had happened no matter how many things had actually happened. I look at the man across the small room and start to think about him. What would happen if I never found him? How would I be? But none of that mattered. He was not my friend, he was my boss and he was going to stay that way. However, I still love a good conversation and hoped that he would start one. He looks up at me and I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking about something. For the longest time, I struggle trying to start the conversation with him. All I'm able to utter is an emotionless "What?"
"Why do you think this all happened?" he asks."I see we're going to have one of these talks" the voice said. Ignoring the voice I say "I am truly unaware of how something like this could ever happen." "Magic" he said with a glow in his eyes "the gods are punishing us!" Silence fills the room. "What an idiot" the voice says. "No, he is just... slower... to new ideas" I reply. "Why do you even waste your time with him?" "I enjoy the company of others" "Liar! You can never even speak when in a crowd of people!" "I don't need to explain myself to you. You know me as much as I do. Now be quiet"
"I do not believe in that" I say. "Why not" he asks. "Are the gods perfect?" I ask. The reply takes a moment to come "Yes." I start my speech, "If the gods are perfect, wouldn't they create an ideal world where people could live without death or hatred? If the gods are perfect wouldn't we, their creations, also be perfect? Because if we are not perfect then that means that the gods have failed. Their creation is flawed and broken. It never worked. A blacksmith does not create and give a broken sword to a warrior, but yet this happened with us. We are the sword, the blacksmith the gods, and the warrior the world. Now back to the main idea. If the gods are perfect they would have known from the very start of our creation that we would break. So if they know this, then either two things are true. One, we are just these gods' play things. We amuse them with our lives and they laugh at our misery and death. Does not seem like the ideal gods you follow, huh? Two,the gods are not perfect. This contradicts many things. First off, it contradicts the belief that they are perfect, duh, and secondly it contradicts the fact that they have never fought amongst one another. We fight because we are not perfect, so it only make since that they would too." I take a breath and continue "I do not believe in the gods due to this reason. I don't wish to be their play thing and I cannot believe in them if they are not perfect."
A simple "wow" is all he can muster. The voice begins to criticize "Oh, look here! He can't even possibly react to all that! Idiot."
And so silence once again fills the room as I'm left thinking. This man, this dangerous man, was my only real friend. He had killed so many people in cold blood and yet I went along with him. This man was a leader of a large group of bandits, but they were nothing until I came along. I gave my thoughts and advice to this man for one reason. For one favor. I have yet to use the favor though. I knew he would allow me to do anything at this point, because under my advice he was able to completely eliminate all the other groups of bandits around us. We had gained many weapons and even a small handful of boats. That's what I wanted.
Suddenly he speaks up "I've been thinking." "Yes" I reply. "I know nothing about your past" he says "and I want to know who I've been talking to for these long months." I sigh before beginning and say "I'll tell you, but you better not interrupt me. If there is one way of ruining this it would be to interrupt me." "Alright" he says.
"I was born in a very large town, people were everywhere. When I was a child, I was very curious about the world around me and I took the time to learn as much as I could. I quickly became smarter than most of the people around me. After another year or two I became smarter than most of the adults around me. However there was one person who matched me in terms of intellect. This person and I began to have a bit of a rivalry. We tried to outsmart each other as much as possible, and when the great embrace happened and everyone begin to die around us, we quickly realized that the old rules did not bind us any longer. Both of us left the town and quickly found a small building that was no longer being used. We stayed there and decided, somehow without any conversation, that we would try to kill each other. The next week or so was nothing but us playing a game of cat and mouse until one of us succeeded in winning. I outsmarted him and won." "Those were the good ol days"
"How?" he interrupts. I sigh and continue "that doesn't matter. Also you interrupted me. Afterwards I traveled alone for the longest time, and I realized that my eye had become blue" "Are you really going to tell him this!? Are you crazy!? He'll think you're crazy and he'll never speak to you again!" I continue, unphased by the voice "then afterwards I met you. Of course you remembered what happened after that. You said that if I helped you, you would owe me a favor." "Yes" he says. "I want to use that now. I want a boat. I want to leave. I heard one of the men speaking about a new place with a queen. I heard it was safe. I heard there were people..." I say. "Alright... you may leave tomorrow. I'll get things set up" he says with an almost pained expression on his face. "Goodbye"
IGN: the_boyblunder
Is English your first language?: One and only.
Previous RP experience: probally a 2-3 - haven't role-played a lot recently, but I'd love to be "compliant" and learn how to.
What is Meta: Roleplaying with knowledge than your character should know, or using OOC references.
What is Power Gaming: Trying to impose your own agenda and/or your story on another player/character. Also known as God playing.
Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application: (Mandatory!)
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Character name: Damian Oliver Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Damian is short in stature, but of a fit build due to his constant archery practice. He has light brown hair cut short, and inquiring green eyes. He often blends in a crowd, and does his best to do so. His skin is tan, he spends a lot of time outside doing various chores. His arms are toned and muscular from chopping firewood and shooting his large long bow. (img: http://i.imgur.com/yMdmBm4.png )
Regularly Damian wears what an average forester would wear. A tan or brown tunic, pants and a large green cloak that reached his ankles and would cover his whole body when he kept it in front of his shoulders.
Personality: Damian is very inquisitive, often driving himself crazy to know the answers to his questions, and as such he has been obsessed with both the way of life and religions before the apocalypse, although not holding to them himself. Being very young when the apocalypse began, he has no real memories of what life was before it. Damian is also mature, always has been even when he was a little kid. He was independent, smart and confident. Almost too much sometimes, often putting himself in avoidable danger. At home when he wasnt'[ busy with chores, he had his nose in a book, always interested in learning or reading about fantastical heroes slaying dragons or rescuing princesses. He's had to grow up quickly, becoming an adult far younger than the average kid, but he actually is very fun loving with his friends, always cracking jokes. Sometimes his attitude is off putting, he loves being sarcastic and witty. But really he is caring and will stand up for people who are being wronged. He doesn't take well to overly inquisitive people, although it's a bit hypocritical on his part. He tries to hide his age, often talking as if he was much older and he delights in using big words that not many people know. He is sometimes insecure about his size, but he also takes comfort in the fact that it makes him faster and easier to hide.
His strengths would definitely lie in his ability to shoot with remarkable speed and precision, having trained in this skill all his life. He helped his father hunt and bring home food, eventually taking over the position completely. Having such a job, he practiced moving unseen and unheard, taking delight in spooking his father, or his childhood friend Jake.
Due to having a rigorous chore schedule and training with his heavy longbow, he is quite strong despite his small stature. But against someone who also was fit and outweighed him, he might not do so well.
However, having no formal training or otherwise in sword combat, Damian has no idea how to fight this way. He would be outclassed by anyone who had used a sword before.
Background Story: When the apocalypse began, Damian's parents, Horace and Katherine Greene tried their best to provide as normal as a childhood for their son as they could. They were one of the first to retreat, hiding in the woods with another young family and building a small cabin. They remained self-sufficient and were some what cut off from the outside world. But as the situation worsened, Damian's father realized he might not always be around to protect him and that he would have to learn to defend himself. Being a regular yeoman he did not have access to quality swords but instead taught Damian in the art of Archery and Bow Making. As he grew he became masterful in these skills, and also in the art of remaining unseen. Damian was very curious in everything, often making stories about what happened to the world, the heroes and people who lived in the rumored new kingdom and how he would become a strong warrior. He spent a lot of time with his friend Jake Farley, he was the same age as him and was the son of the couple who came with his family to the woods.
Damian was thirteen when Katherine announced she was pregnant. The whole family was excited, but also anxious. Another mouth to feed and life to protect. But Damian always wanted a brother, somehow he knew he would have one. When he was born they named him Danny, after Katherine's brother. He would be taught to fight and to provide food just as Damian was taught.
On Damian's 16th birthday he couldn't contain his excitement. He would finally learn what happened in the main lands, and visit the crystal isles. All the sources of knowledge were through various travelers, a couple of transcripts and nothing more. announced he would be leaving the next day to visit the rumored safe lands ruled by a mysterious queen. Katherine sobbed, but she knew this day was coming. It was all he talked about for months now. Horace sighed, but he knew that Damian could take care of himself.
Damian wike the next morning, packed a small bag and said goodbye to his family and set off.
IGN: leblondieee
Is English your first language?: yea
Previous RP experience: 5
What is Meta: OOC knowledge influencing the actions of a character who should not be aware of said knowledge
What is Power Gaming: when someone forces actions upon other people's characters against their will, typically to give their own character some sort of advantegous position
Link to MCThread Forum page that contains your application:
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Character name: Fierelus Manucci
Gender: f
Age: 18
Appearance: Fiere stands at an average 5'6" or 168cm, with a sturdy build and fairly strong muscles. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she has long dark brown hair. Her face is round, with a straight nose, strong cheekbones and a wide forehead. She wears an off-white long-sleeved t-shirt with a blue vest over it, light tanned tights and knee length brown boots. A belt sits around her waist with two sheeves hanging on each hip, as well as several pouches hanging all around containing various tidbits.
Personality: Fierelus has a fairly plain, uncharacteristic personal with views neither here nor there. She's typically quite calm and friendly to most people, with a somewhat fiery temperant deep within her reserved for the truly annoying. Her strengths include agility, skill in knife-wielding and other self-survival skills. Her main weakness is her less-than-quick wit and somewhat naive knowledge of the world around her.
Background Story: On the eve of a balmy Summer's day a small group of villagers in a hut surrounded a bed as a baby was drawn from her dying mother's womb. The mother, unable to survive both the afflcitons of illness and pain of childbirth, passed silently as the wailing infant was taken away to be seen by the village medic.
In a different hut, this one more sparcely crowded, the baby was laid down into a small crib. The medic, who had been awoken by the cries of the birth, had been awaiting the infant to be brought to him as per usual. Unexpectedly, the child was alive and kicking. Ever since the illness had struck the village one year prior, birth mortality rates had driven up exponetially and a very little number of infants survived through birth, and only a small portion of those that did would go on to survive the first night.
The baby was given a bottle full milk and water mixed together (pure milk being too precious) as the medic checked over her. Evidently the child was fairly normal; her body bore no defects, and responded to movements and sounds well. Convinced that this infant would survive, he took upon himself the responsibility of the traditional birth ritual. Christening her 'Fierelus' the medic sprinkled both rose flower buds and nightshade berries over the crib, representing good and evil and bringing the blessing of the God Phainaos upon the infant.
It was comforting for the medic to perform the ritual, as it had been important to the small village to perform it on all children in the days of old. While all in the world seemed perilous, a flicker of hope filled his heart knowing that Phainaos would be forever watching.
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Fiere was brought awake by a vigorous shaking. Her eyes shot open, and as she sat up in a flash, a figure standing over her.
"Fiere! Phainaos damn you, get up. Did you not hear the bells?" As Fiere's eyes clear she sees that it is Vladiot, another one of the remaining members of the village, who is speaking to her.
"What are you talking about?" She jumps out of her bed and dresses rapidly as he talks in a hushed voice.
"The scout I sent out at dawn spotted bandits along the outskirts. I don't think they realize-" His voice breaks, and he pauses for a split moment, "-realize that there are more people in their party than we have left." Fiere buckles her belt around her waist, and slides two knives into their sheaths on each hip. "We've decided to flee; staying would surely be a deathwish."
It was true; their little village that once housed a large community has since dwindled down to all but a remaining few as the plague has made it's course. Combined with the illness already prevalent prior, the plague wiped out most of the population within 10 years. The medic that had cared for Fiere in her early years had been the first to sucuumb. The Final Embrace was all but a hazy event in Fiere's mind that she could hardly remember, as she had been a toddler at the time.
Fiere had grown up a fairly normally - at least, to her it seemed normal for she didn't know a life besides one where the people around her were always growing terribly sick and where bodies of the insane had to be destroyed as soon as possible. By those of the village that were strong and did not catch the plague until Fiere's later years, Fiere was taught to wield knives and hunt for game in their free time when they were not fighting off the Corrupted. As Fiere grew older, she too joined the forces to not only fight the Corrupted, but also protect the village. Through good forture, Fiere never grew ill herself which is the reason why she, and a few others, still remain alive in the town. But now, the remainders were too weak and too hungry to properly protect themselves.
"Fine." Fiere said, putting her hair up and out of her face. "Are the others waiting for us?"
Vlad shook his head. "When we all gathered after we rang the bell, I realized that you weren't with us. I decided everyone should go, and that'd I'd come get you. They'd all be about a half mile away by now."
She nodded. "Let's go."
Exitting Fiere's hut, the two headed south past now-desserted buildings towards one of the exits of the village. Behind them, two large crashes, one after the other, pierced the air. The bandits had entered the village, and Fiere and Vlad picked up the pace.
"Where are we headed, by the way?" Fiere said, as they ran along, her voice shaking as she pants from the exertion.
"South," Vlad replied, his voice the same, "Remember those rumours of a Queen the messenger brought a few weeks past?"
"Aye?"
"We decided--" He wiped his brow, glancing behind him for a second to see if anyone was pursuing them, "To check it out. There's a couple following us, watch out for-" All of a sudden, Vlad let out a strange, gurgled gasp and collapsed to the ground onto his knees.
It only took a split second for Fiere to realize what happed. Vlad had been shot by an arrow through the midriff. "Oh no, oh no!" She knelt down to him, terrified. "How do I help?"
Vlad stared at the arrow through his stomach, "I..." slowly, he looked to Fiere, "Just go; I'm a goner." Another arrowed whizzed past as he chuckled, spitting out blood in the process. "Head south. Find the-- the others. Don't worry about me." He winced with deep pain, "Find out if there's any truth to that Queen rubbish." He flopped over, dead.
Fiere took an extra moment to close his eyes before getting to her feet and heading off.
Hey there, thanks for applying you two.
First off, Evie's pink hair. That's an unnatural colour, and a no-no. Plus, I need to see Olivia's skin, so if you could post a screenshot of that, that would be great.
Just... neither of you read the lore. Seriously. Plague hits, and all sorts of matter hits the whirling device. There would be no schools, jobs, order, law, none of that. Just a very small amount of people managing to survive amongst the hordes of corrupted and bandits. So please, go read the lore, and re-do your applications.
Denied. Feel free to try again.
Awesome! Your app is looking great, and I can accept you on that part.
Your skin is alright, just get rid of the eyes at the back and we'll be sorted!
You've been... *drumroll*
Accepted! *mouse throws confetti everywhere oh no some got in the cake*
It was a very nice app, and I enjoyed reading it. Well done
Just give us a shout when you've finished it!
No, don't worry. You can come on, but we'll get you a chestpiece for now.
Right, that was the problem. Sorry for the delay, you're whitelisted now!
All three of you have been responded to on the Crystal Isles site.