Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I've played on many, such as Crafthammer, Skyrim RP, Lord of the Craft, Kingdom of Aeonis, and several more.
Country/Time zone: -7 GMT USA
How old are you?15
Where did you find us?: Informed by a secret agent known as "Ratou11".
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): Your server sounds epic and because I have played on it before Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week):1-5 hours a day - 1-4 days a week, mainly depends how good the server is.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrims
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end of the battle? Gomen III
Have you read the rules?: Mhm, 29-Aragorn
What is RolePlaying for you?: Taking on a role of a character you create and using your imagination to express him as if he were real.
What is MetaGaming in your words?: When your character knows info from OOC and uses it to his advantage IC.
What is PowerGaming in your words?: Forcing an action on someone without giving them a chance to respond. It's just a character being overpowered and unfair.
In Character(IC) INFO:
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Skarsnik the Horrid Race
(Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Goblin, man
Age: 25
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]
Skarsnik started out as a fighter within a warband. A warband in which he didn't wish to be in. Not that he had any friends within the warband, more that the members were all pathetic to him and Snarsnik had no friends. They all angered him, yet Skar did happen to have a problem keeping his temper under control. Anger brought him to imagine, and while he imagined, he plotted. Plotted to have those who made him angry, die. The only goblin that Skar had come to like was one who was a lot smarter than he was, but that's a different story. Skarsnik couldn't face an opponent who was larger than him, he would simply flee for Skar was a coward. His assassinations were in place, first it would start out with the weakest link. So eventually the perfect time came for Skar to unveil his plan. Wandering it was, looking for something meaningful to do. Stalking him Skar was, that's what the predator did in Skar's mind. Did I mention Skarsnik is stupid? And so then his prey stopped, only to take a leak into the great depths of darkness leading to various caves. Mouth drooling and his eyes wicked, Skar sprinted towards him readying his cruel dagger to attack. It was only within a few seconds a lifeless body was falling into the darkness. Skarsnik walked into the shadows returning to his slum. Oh but the joy that Skarsnik had for the days that passed on. Not only did he finally kill someone, but his assassination had worked. In the mind of Skarsnik, he was an elite assassin ready to kill again. So on and on went his plotting, deciding which was next and who was after. There was a problem of course. The problem was an old enemy. An enemy who threatened the goblin race for years. And as time passed, the level of the threat rose. It was the day Skarsnik had planned to assassinate his next victim. He was prowling in the long tunnels within the mountains. Skar followed carefully, waiting to make the right approach. Then, the goblin seized to move. Its ears twitched and nose took a long whiff of the air. Skar started to notice it too. The ground soon started to rattle and up ahead were floating torches. And closer they got and closer until figures were seen holding them. Once again they got closer until Skarsnik and the goblin could see who the intruders were. Eyes widening and a shadow clutching his puny heart, Skarsnik and the goblin both shouted "Hairy-fleshies!". That's when they sprinted back to the chasm they called home. Upon arrival, Skar had a sight to remember. Dwarves attacked from different tunnels leading to the chasm. Several dead bodies lay dead, both goblin and dwarf. The goblins fought hard, but the dwarves fought fiercely. Both Skar and the other goblin advanced. Skar's dagger whirled through the air at a dwarf who was currently decapitating a fellow goblin. The dagger missed by at least 3 miles or so. Frowning, Skar picked up a blade that belonged to a dead goblin and advanced with the goblin still beside him. The dwarf advanced as well with fury blazing out his eyes. Frightened by this, Skar stopped and before the other goblin could, the dwarf rammed into him. It took the dwarf about two strikes to eliminate his foe. But what he didn't know was that Skar was already upon him while he killed the goblin. Thrusting repeatedly into the dwarves gut, the dwarf fell for good. The fighting continued for at least two weeks. It was until then, the goblin king was finally killed.
Skar barely made it out alive. He set out to the forest running as fast as he could. He had no idea what would happen now. It was then, he ran into many of his brethren. And there was one familiar face he had noticed. The only goblin he had come to like. As a friend of course. Skarsnik rushed foward to greet the only goblin he saw as a friend. As days passed on, his friend started to plan things out for the goblins. Where they would go and so on. Yet, some within the large group..disproved of him. Skarsnik saw this and he made sure they wouldn't be a problem to his friend, his leader. As the days continued to progress, so did the goblins. By now, they knew what they were. Together they became a new warband. And the new adventures of Snarsnik, a new warband, and this mysterious leader began.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.):
Scenario- Snarsnik comes upon a hobbit on da road and hopes to bring him some pain.
Snarsnik: "Snarsnik is horrible, yes-yes....what does the tiny fleshy think?
"H: *Wide eyed* "Of course Snar..snik is! All big and horrid!"
*And so Snar gets closer only tripping over some cobblestone and starts to whimper*
* Snarsnik looks at the boo boo's he received from the fall and starts to cry*
* The hobbit is confused and has a wtf moment, then starts to think smart*
H: "Is Snarsnik alright?"
Snarsnik: *Still crying* "No! Snarsnik is-is not alright! He got hurt! Look at him!"
H: *Raises brow* "There there Snarsnik, he will be alright, it's nothing really. Are goblins weak?" Snarsnik: *Sniffs* "No.."H: "Is Snarsnik strong?"
Snarsnik: *Starts to smile then sad face* "Yes..*out of the corner of his mouth*"
H: "Then stand up and walk it off like a strong goblin!"
Snarsnik: *Instantly gets up and walks past the hobbit* "Snarsnik will, hehehestradfahesg *Veigar laugh*" H: *Walks off as well* *Thinks to himself "Stupid creature"
*Snarsnik: *Thinks to himself "Nice fleshy!" * *Then smiles and wanders off* Snarsnik is stupid, once again.
Personality traits: Stupid, a stubborn little fella, hopes to bring pain, cowardly, rushes into things, and is suprisingly strong. He is extremely aggressive, mischievous, and very evil. Yet happens to cry a lot, he's a little *****. (Sorry if this isn't appropriate, but work with me )
Physical description(needed. eg what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?: BOOM SHAKA LAKA
Skills: Good with a blade and dagger, decent with the bow. Able to escape out of situations he doesn't approve of quickly. Can also smith very well. Great at lying. Weakness: Cowards at unfair fights against him, giants, and a dwarf that can strike lightning (my goblin is very "special" . What is his/her ultimate goal? Bringing pain for he is the bringer of doom! Well that's what he believes.
Combat Class: Warrior Professional Class: Smith
He has the voice of "Veigar" from League of Legends.
IGN:xNotoriousMango Age:15 Roleplay experience:I've played on various MC RP servers. Such as Lord of the Craft, Skyrim RP, Kingdom of Aeonis, Crafthammer, Ringscraft, and several more. Previous bans:I can't really think of any Have you joined our website?:Just about to Skooma Killz
What is your In-game name?:xNotoriousMango
What is your role-play name?:Svengal Yngvar
How old are you?:15
What timezone do you live in?:GMT -7 USA
Do you have a microphone?:Yes, but broken...
Do you have an appropriately themed skin?:I do
What do you know about classical antiquity?:I hold a good amount of knowledge on the Greeks, Romans, and Norse. Currently watching the show "Vikings" on the History channel, learning more about the Norse on every episode .
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?:Norse settlement if possible What is your roleplay experience?:Roleplayed on several MC RP servers for about a year and a half now. Give some background on your character: From childhood, Svengal displayed a natural gift for combat. As the son of a prominent warrior in his village, he was taught hard and well. Growing older, Svengal became a broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, intimidating warrior as several others of his land. A sudden change occurred in Svengal when his father was killed during a raid. Driven by an intense killer instinct, Svengal dominated his opponents bringing fear into the hearts of his enemies. This berserk rage was soon calmed as he was mentored to move on from his depressing past. As he progressed in life, Svengal became a warrior with loyalty unmatched to his superiors. Following and enforcing the orders received. Calm as he came to be, wild and violent when his anger is triggered.
Whitelist Application
IGN:xNotoriousMango
Age:15
Roleplay Experience:I've played on many role-playing servers in Minecraft, playing an important role on most of them. Examples are: Lord of the Craft, Crafthammer, Kingdom of Aeonis, Ringscraft, Skyrim RP, and several more.
Why you would like to join:I simply love playing on RP servers since they always bring excitement and a new experience for you to enjoy, and I think your server can provide that for us players.
What you plan on doing during your time on the server:This question is rather hard since I have many plans for myself while on the server. I will most likely become a warrior trying to gain a reputation for himself and see what he could do to achieve it. Also attempt to join a city, town, or a large group of warriors to not go wandering alone all the time
Information about your roleplay(character lore): Lucian Pierce
An unusual individual striving to fight and serve for justice. He considers strength above all and the undying loyalty to his superiors. Lucian grew up learning how to fight to defend himself and the innocent. Mastering both sword and bow, he will march straight into battle fighting fearlessly. His father always pushed him to become a warrior once he reached the age of manhood and so he completed his fathers wishes once he died. Lucian still wanders looking for a place in this new society for a good reputation to come to his name. Anything you would like us to know: cut4biever and hope to see you soon!
Name (ign name) :xNotoriousMango Character Name : (must have first and last name and will be your nickname) Lucian Pierce Age :27 Gender :Male Race (Human/Vampire/Werewolf) :Werewolf Bio (must be a decent size no one line bios please): Werewolves and Vampires both haunted the land. Avalon was a land with great dangers for the weak and challenges for the strong. Lucian was only 25 then, when he was nearly torn apart by the savage beast. All of which Lucian could remember was a low growl in the silent night. Only the moon to shine down on him. Alone he was, a fool too Lucian knew to come into the forest late at night. The reason he cannot remember, for he still forgets from the hit to the head he had received that night. It stalked Lucian, red eyes following him wherever he went. Once Lucian lowered his guard...it made its move. Darting out with a loud growl, Lucian was too slow to pull out his long sword from his sheathe. The beast was already on him mauling down on him with its long and sharp talons. Close to death, Lucian knew started to feel the pain go away. His body numb and the only thing he barely could feel was the breath of the werewolf ontop of him. Savagely eyes they were, black fur matted with Lucian's blood. Just watching him die, the monster did one final thing. It opened its wide mouth, showing off long canine teeth and shut it tight on Lucian's flesh. His body started to shiver and his vision started to fade. The werewolf released Lucian and with his talon, he went from his eyebrow to his cheekbone cutting Lucian's skin. "The wounds will heal and the scar will be a mark..this is a gift, you will not die," a low and deep voice spoke in his mind. Lucian came to a conclusion it was the werewolf's. Moments later, he passed out, to an unpleasant night. He woke up suddenly, looking around. Looking up at the sky, he noticed it was still dark. His clothes were now rags, torn and shredded. Several of his wounded had vanished, except for fatal ones on his back turned into long and deep scars. Feeling his face, he felt a deep scar running from his eyebrow onto his cheekbone. Standing up, he nearly collapsed as a wave of nausea washed over him. Forcing himself up once more, he finally managed to maintain his balance and the nausea soon disappeared. Looking around the forest, his vision became brighter, as he could see clearer through the darkness. Lucian could hear several noises from a short and long distant. His senses were more keen. He felt more alive..more invincible. With this new sense of adrenaline, Lucian wandered over to a tree. The very tips of his fingers started to tingle as sharp talons slowly grew out. Staring at his whole arm, it was thick with hair...at least he thought it was hair. Looking back at the tree, Lucian shot his arm back and foward, leaving a massive hole in the tree. Releasing it, his head started to ache. And this ache turned into a massive pain which led to a blinding fury. His vision once again blurred and his whole body shook. Lucian opened his eyes slowly and noticed his vision color had changed. He only saw red...and smelled what seemed like blood and the heartbeats of hiding animals around him. He looked at his arms, covered in fur and long too. Dark they were and his massive hands and claws as nails. Lucian now knew what he had become and that he would be opposed by both human and vampire. Yet he was a powerful being and with this, he went journeyed throughout Avalon to seek refuge from an Alpha and cause havoc upon his enemies and all who opposed him. Did you read all the rules/Ranks/ If so tell me one line from the rules:Yes, no hacking What is metagaming/powergaming? :Metagaming: When your character knows something OOC and uses it IC. Powergaming: When you fight someone without letting them defend themselves or force someone to do something without RPing it out first. Who's word is final in all decisions? :A king's, queen's, alpha's, elder's, staff, and owner. What is an rp'er?:A person who takes on a role of a character and acts him/her out. How much experience do you have with roleplaying? (Can be anything) :I've played on several Minecraft RP servers. Examples are Crafthammer, Lord of the Craft, Ringscraft, Kingdom of Aeonis, and many more. Skin (a picture or link to your skin that you plan to use on the server): (we recommend something that would fit a vampire/human medieval, post apocalyptic style(steam punk is okay too) Werewolf skin: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/werewolf-1261412/ and human form skin:http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/worshipper-of-nulgath-zatsin/
Op Application: Name:Alan Ign:xNotoriousMango Age:15 Reason To Be An Op:I am a reliable person who helps out and does what is best, also a fair and understanding person. Helping others when in need of help is what I enjoy doing. Depending how good the server is, I can be very active spending several hours a day and playing several days a week on the server. I follow the rules accordingly and make sure they are being followed accordingly. And, I think I'm an awesome guy at heart, but that's for you to judge . Experience:I've played on several servers, almost getting appointed to the position of an op or admin until they all shut down or just got bored :/. In my time on those servers, I had taken the time to learn from several staff members what it means to be opped and the such, and how to be a good one without screwing up. Thanks for taking time to review my app . Skype Name:kewlstorybro69
Ahh can't wait to meet ya on the battlefield.
Maybe i'll get a better Internet Connection when i move and be able to kick your butt all the way back to your Gooby Mountians
Althought if you take somethin unfairly,you'll hear from me mate
*EDITED* (Again </3) OOC: IGN: LeGitOpTiCz Age: 16. Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea. Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war. Jimmy runs off and tells the king. Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC: Name: Kharag Nickname: Kharag Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Kamal Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run. Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
He was born to the Orgoss, a particularly cruel tribe of the Kamal who raised him as a warrior, a man of steel and iron. Time passed, on his third year he was given his true name, Kha'Rag Orgoss, son of Danek Orgoss, son of Molek Orgoss He knew his destiny, like all others in his species, lay in bloodshed, and he was not going to shy from it. As he matured, his training did not cease.On the last day before his initiation of manhood, he butchered all the men in his house, with the help of a few Kamal who hated some of his family members and claimed it for himself, deeming them as too weak to run it themselves. Many years later, even with this break of tradition, Warbandmasters Runic and Hash allowed him in due to his exceptional fighting skills. Yet, as few know..Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
*EDITED* (Again </3) OOC: IGN: LeGitOpTiCz Age: 16. Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea. Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war. Jimmy runs off and tells the king. Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC: Name: Kharag Nickname: Kharag Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Kamal Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run. Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
He was born to the Orgoss, a particularly cruel tribe of the Kamal who raised him as a warrior, a man of steel and iron. Time passed, on his third year he was given his true name, Kha'Rag Orgoss, son of Danek Orgoss, son of Molek Orgoss He knew his destiny, like all others in his species, lay in bloodshed, and he was not going to shy from it. As he matured, his training did not cease.On the last day before his initiation of manhood, he butchered all the men in his house, with the help of a few Kamal who hated some of his family members and claimed it for himself, deeming them as too weak to run it themselves. Many years later, even with this break of tradition, Warbandmasters Runic and Hash allowed him in due to his exceptional fighting skills. Yet, as few know..Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
*EDITED* OOC: IGN: LeGitOpTiCz Age: 16. Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea. Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant. Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war. Jimmy runs off and tells the king. Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC: Name: Kharag Nickname: Kharag Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Kamal Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run. Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
Throughout the short years in which Kharag has lived, he has seen and done several things. Seen several of his brother kin get slaughtered while in battle against the Tang-Mo and all those who stood against them. His own blood brothers getting beheaded while he hid ontop a tree afraid, for he was young at the time.These made a blood lusting Kharag,a brutal and merciless beast. Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
OOC:
IGN: LeGitOpTiCz
Age: 16.
Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea.
Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war.
Jimmy runs off and tells the king.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC:
Name: Kharag
Nickname: Kharag
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run.
Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents
In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
His culture is a strange thing. It demands blood-lust and blood-lust he has. in his chase, that glorious combination of anticipation and anxiety, he gains godspeed, silently debating if he could kill one of the monkey-men with his fists. He assumes yes, as even other mighty Kamal have fallen to him. But that was the ways of his people, this is a new era. A era where they will retake their land, and plant banners in it’s name. A TRUE ending to the world as it should have been thousands of years ago, during the Akivari invasions, as they all know.
SKOOMA KILLS!
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IGN(In Game Name): LeGitOpTiCz
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I've played on many, such as Crafthammer, Skyrim RP, Lord of the Craft, Kingdom of Aeonis, and several more.
Country/Time zone: -7 GMT USA
How old are you?15
Where did you find us?: Informed by a secret agent known as "Ratou11".
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): Your server sounds epic and because I have played on it before
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrims
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end of the battle? Gomen III
Have you read the rules?: Mhm, 29-Aragorn
What is RolePlaying for you?: Taking on a role of a character you create and using your imagination to express him as if he were real.
What is MetaGaming in your words?: When your character knows info from OOC and uses it to his advantage IC.
What is PowerGaming in your words?: Forcing an action on someone without giving them a chance to respond. It's just a character being overpowered and unfair.
In Character(IC) INFO:
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Skarsnik the Horrid Race
(Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Goblin, man
Age: 25
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]
Skarsnik started out as a fighter within a warband. A warband in which he didn't wish to be in. Not that he had any friends within the warband, more that the members were all pathetic to him and Snarsnik had no friends. They all angered him, yet Skar did happen to have a problem keeping his temper under control. Anger brought him to imagine, and while he imagined, he plotted. Plotted to have those who made him angry, die. The only goblin that Skar had come to like was one who was a lot smarter than he was, but that's a different story. Skarsnik couldn't face an opponent who was larger than him, he would simply flee for Skar was a coward. His assassinations were in place, first it would start out with the weakest link. So eventually the perfect time came for Skar to unveil his plan. Wandering it was, looking for something meaningful to do. Stalking him Skar was, that's what the predator did in Skar's mind. Did I mention Skarsnik is stupid? And so then his prey stopped, only to take a leak into the great depths of darkness leading to various caves. Mouth drooling and his eyes wicked, Skar sprinted towards him readying his cruel dagger to attack. It was only within a few seconds a lifeless body was falling into the darkness. Skarsnik walked into the shadows returning to his slum.
Oh but the joy that Skarsnik had for the days that passed on. Not only did he finally kill someone, but his assassination had worked. In the mind of Skarsnik, he was an elite assassin ready to kill again. So on and on went his plotting, deciding which was next and who was after. There was a problem of course. The problem was an old enemy. An enemy who threatened the goblin race for years. And as time passed, the level of the threat rose. It was the day Skarsnik had planned to assassinate his next victim. He was prowling in the long tunnels within the mountains. Skar followed carefully, waiting to make the right approach. Then, the goblin seized to move. Its ears twitched and nose took a long whiff of the air. Skar started to notice it too. The ground soon started to rattle and up ahead were floating torches. And closer they got and closer until figures were seen holding them. Once again they got closer until Skarsnik and the goblin could see who the intruders were. Eyes widening and a shadow clutching his puny heart, Skarsnik and the goblin both shouted "Hairy-fleshies!". That's when they sprinted back to the chasm they called home. Upon arrival, Skar had a sight to remember. Dwarves attacked from different tunnels leading to the chasm. Several dead bodies lay dead, both goblin and dwarf. The goblins fought hard, but the dwarves fought fiercely. Both Skar and the other goblin advanced. Skar's dagger whirled through the air at a dwarf who was currently decapitating a fellow goblin. The dagger missed by at least 3 miles or so. Frowning, Skar picked up a blade that belonged to a dead goblin and advanced with the goblin still beside him. The dwarf advanced as well with fury blazing out his eyes. Frightened by this, Skar stopped and before the other goblin could, the dwarf rammed into him. It took the dwarf about two strikes to eliminate his foe. But what he didn't know was that Skar was already upon him while he killed the goblin. Thrusting repeatedly into the dwarves gut, the dwarf fell for good. The fighting continued for at least two weeks. It was until then, the goblin king was finally killed.
Skar barely made it out alive. He set out to the forest running as fast as he could. He had no idea what would happen now. It was then, he ran into many of his brethren. And there was one familiar face he had noticed. The only goblin he had come to like. As a friend of course. Skarsnik rushed foward to greet the only goblin he saw as a friend. As days passed on, his friend started to plan things out for the goblins. Where they would go and so on. Yet, some within the large group..disproved of him. Skarsnik saw this and he made sure they wouldn't be a problem to his friend, his leader. As the days continued to progress, so did the goblins. By now, they knew what they were. Together they became a new warband. And the new adventures of Snarsnik, a new warband, and this mysterious leader began.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.):
Scenario- Snarsnik comes upon a hobbit on da road and hopes to bring him some pain.
Snarsnik: "Snarsnik is horrible, yes-yes....what does the tiny fleshy think?
"H: *Wide eyed* "Of course Snar..snik is! All big and horrid!"
*And so Snar gets closer only tripping over some cobblestone and starts to whimper*
* Snarsnik looks at the boo boo's he received from the fall and starts to cry*
* The hobbit is confused and has a wtf moment, then starts to think smart*
H: "Is Snarsnik alright?"
Snarsnik: *Still crying* "No! Snarsnik is-is not alright! He got hurt! Look at him!"
H: *Raises brow* "There there Snarsnik, he will be alright, it's nothing really. Are goblins weak?" Snarsnik: *Sniffs* "No.."H: "Is Snarsnik strong?"
Snarsnik: *Starts to smile then sad face* "Yes..*out of the corner of his mouth*"
H: "Then stand up and walk it off like a strong goblin!"
Snarsnik: *Instantly gets up and walks past the hobbit* "Snarsnik will, hehehestradfahesg *Veigar laugh*" H: *Walks off as well* *Thinks to himself "Stupid creature"
*Snarsnik: *Thinks to himself "Nice fleshy!" * *Then smiles and wanders off* Snarsnik is stupid, once again.
Personality traits: Stupid, a stubborn little fella, hopes to bring pain, cowardly, rushes into things, and is suprisingly strong. He is extremely aggressive, mischievous, and very evil. Yet happens to cry a lot, he's a little *****. (Sorry if this isn't appropriate, but work with me
Physical description(needed. eg what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?:
BOOM SHAKA LAKA
Skills: Good with a blade and dagger, decent with the bow. Able to escape out of situations he doesn't approve of quickly. Can also smith very well. Great at lying. Weakness: Cowards at unfair fights against him, giants, and a dwarf that can strike lightning (my goblin is very "special"
Combat Class: Warrior
Professional Class: Smith
He has the voice of "Veigar" from League of Legends.
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Age:15
Roleplay experience:I've played on various MC RP servers. Such as Lord of the Craft, Skyrim RP, Kingdom of Aeonis, Crafthammer, Ringscraft, and several more.
Previous bans:I can't really think of any
Have you joined our website?:Just about to
Skooma Killz
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What is your role-play name?:Svengal Yngvar
How old are you?:15
What timezone do you live in?:GMT -7 USA
Do you have a microphone?:Yes, but broken...
Do you have an appropriately themed skin?:I do
What do you know about classical antiquity?:I hold a good amount of knowledge on the Greeks, Romans, and Norse. Currently watching the show "Vikings" on the History channel, learning more about the Norse on every episode
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?:Norse settlement if possible
What is your roleplay experience?:Roleplayed on several MC RP servers for about a year and a half now.
Give some background on your character: From childhood, Svengal displayed a natural gift for combat. As the son of a prominent warrior in his village, he was taught hard and well. Growing older, Svengal became a broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, intimidating warrior as several others of his land. A sudden change occurred in Svengal when his father was killed during a raid. Driven by an intense killer instinct, Svengal dominated his opponents bringing fear into the hearts of his enemies. This berserk rage was soon calmed as he was mentored to move on from his depressing past. As he progressed in life, Svengal became a warrior with loyalty unmatched to his superiors. Following and enforcing the orders received. Calm as he came to be, wild and violent when his anger is triggered.
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IGN:xNotoriousMango
Age:15
Roleplay Experience:I've played on many role-playing servers in Minecraft, playing an important role on most of them. Examples are: Lord of the Craft, Crafthammer, Kingdom of Aeonis, Ringscraft, Skyrim RP, and several more.
Why you would like to join:I simply love playing on RP servers since they always bring excitement and a new experience for you to enjoy, and I think your server can provide that for us players.
What you plan on doing during your time on the server:This question is rather hard since I have many plans for myself while on the server. I will most likely become a warrior trying to gain a reputation for himself and see what he could do to achieve it. Also attempt to join a city, town, or a large group of warriors to not go wandering alone all the time
Information about your roleplay(character lore):
Lucian Pierce
An unusual individual striving to fight and serve for justice. He considers strength above all and the undying loyalty to his superiors. Lucian grew up learning how to fight to defend himself and the innocent. Mastering both sword and bow, he will march straight into battle fighting fearlessly. His father always pushed him to become a warrior once he reached the age of manhood and so he completed his fathers wishes once he died. Lucian still wanders looking for a place in this new society for a good reputation to come to his name.
Anything you would like us to know: cut4biever and hope to see you soon!
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Character Name : (must have first and last name and will be your nickname) Lucian Pierce
Age :27
Gender :Male
Race (Human/Vampire/Werewolf) :Werewolf
Bio (must be a decent size no one line bios please): Werewolves and Vampires both haunted the land. Avalon was a land with great dangers for the weak and challenges for the strong. Lucian was only 25 then, when he was nearly torn apart by the savage beast. All of which Lucian could remember was a low growl in the silent night. Only the moon to shine down on him. Alone he was, a fool too Lucian knew to come into the forest late at night. The reason he cannot remember, for he still forgets from the hit to the head he had received that night. It stalked Lucian, red eyes following him wherever he went. Once Lucian lowered his guard...it made its move. Darting out with a loud growl, Lucian was too slow to pull out his long sword from his sheathe. The beast was already on him mauling down on him with its long and sharp talons. Close to death, Lucian knew started to feel the pain go away. His body numb and the only thing he barely could feel was the breath of the werewolf ontop of him. Savagely eyes they were, black fur matted with Lucian's blood. Just watching him die, the monster did one final thing. It opened its wide mouth, showing off long canine teeth and shut it tight on Lucian's flesh. His body started to shiver and his vision started to fade. The werewolf released Lucian and with his talon, he went from his eyebrow to his cheekbone cutting Lucian's skin. "The wounds will heal and the scar will be a mark..this is a gift, you will not die," a low and deep voice spoke in his mind. Lucian came to a conclusion it was the werewolf's. Moments later, he passed out, to an unpleasant night. He woke up suddenly, looking around. Looking up at the sky, he noticed it was still dark. His clothes were now rags, torn and shredded. Several of his wounded had vanished, except for fatal ones on his back turned into long and deep scars. Feeling his face, he felt a deep scar running from his eyebrow onto his cheekbone. Standing up, he nearly collapsed as a wave of nausea washed over him. Forcing himself up once more, he finally managed to maintain his balance and the nausea soon disappeared. Looking around the forest, his vision became brighter, as he could see clearer through the darkness. Lucian could hear several noises from a short and long distant. His senses were more keen. He felt more alive..more invincible. With this new sense of adrenaline, Lucian wandered over to a tree. The very tips of his fingers started to tingle as sharp talons slowly grew out. Staring at his whole arm, it was thick with hair...at least he thought it was hair. Looking back at the tree, Lucian shot his arm back and foward, leaving a massive hole in the tree. Releasing it, his head started to ache. And this ache turned into a massive pain which led to a blinding fury. His vision once again blurred and his whole body shook. Lucian opened his eyes slowly and noticed his vision color had changed. He only saw red...and smelled what seemed like blood and the heartbeats of hiding animals around him. He looked at his arms, covered in fur and long too. Dark they were and his massive hands and claws as nails. Lucian now knew what he had become and that he would be opposed by both human and vampire. Yet he was a powerful being and with this, he went journeyed throughout Avalon to seek refuge from an Alpha and cause havoc upon his enemies and all who opposed him.
Did you read all the rules/Ranks/ If so tell me one line from the rules:Yes, no hacking
What is metagaming/powergaming? :Metagaming: When your character knows something OOC and uses it IC. Powergaming: When you fight someone without letting them defend themselves or force someone to do something without RPing it out first.
Who's word is final in all decisions? :A king's, queen's, alpha's, elder's, staff, and owner.
What is an rp'er?:A person who takes on a role of a character and acts him/her out.
How much experience do you have with roleplaying? (Can be anything) :I've played on several Minecraft RP servers. Examples are Crafthammer, Lord of the Craft, Ringscraft, Kingdom of Aeonis, and many more.
Skin (a picture or link to your skin that you plan to use on the server): (we recommend something that would fit a vampire/human medieval, post apocalyptic style(steam punk is okay too) Werewolf skin: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/werewolf-1261412/ and human form skin:http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/worshipper-of-nulgath-zatsin/
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Name:Alan
Ign:xNotoriousMango
Age:15
Reason To Be An Op:I am a reliable person who helps out and does what is best, also a fair and understanding person. Helping others when in need of help is what I enjoy doing. Depending how good the server is, I can be very active spending several hours a day and playing several days a week on the server. I follow the rules accordingly and make sure they are being followed accordingly. And, I think I'm an awesome guy at heart, but that's for you to judge
Experience:I've played on several servers, almost getting appointed to the position of an op or admin until they all shut down or just got bored :/. In my time on those servers, I had taken the time to learn from several staff members what it means to be opped and the such, and how to be a good one without screwing up. Thanks for taking time to review my app
Skype Name:kewlstorybro69
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Then Ill take something unfairly <3.
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Looool, there is no main good guy
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OOC:
IGN: LeGitOpTiCz
Age: 16.
Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea.
Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war.
Jimmy runs off and tells the king.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC:
Name: Kharag
Nickname: Kharag
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run.
Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents
In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
He was born to the Orgoss, a particularly cruel tribe of the Kamal who raised him as a warrior, a man of steel and iron. Time passed, on his third year he was given his true name, Kha'Rag Orgoss, son of Danek Orgoss, son of Molek Orgoss He knew his destiny, like all others in his species, lay in bloodshed, and he was not going to shy from it. As he matured, his training did not cease.On the last day before his initiation of manhood, he butchered all the men in his house, with the help of a few Kamal who hated some of his family members and claimed it for himself, deeming them as too weak to run it themselves. Many years later, even with this break of tradition, Warbandmasters Runic and Hash allowed him in due to his exceptional fighting skills. Yet, as few know..Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
SKOOMA KILLS! <3 ^_<
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OOC:
IGN: LeGitOpTiCz
Age: 16.
Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea.
Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war.
Jimmy runs off and tells the king.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC:
Name: Kharag
Nickname: Kharag
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run.
Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents
In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
He was born to the Orgoss, a particularly cruel tribe of the Kamal who raised him as a warrior, a man of steel and iron. Time passed, on his third year he was given his true name, Kha'Rag Orgoss, son of Danek Orgoss, son of Molek Orgoss He knew his destiny, like all others in his species, lay in bloodshed, and he was not going to shy from it. As he matured, his training did not cease.On the last day before his initiation of manhood, he butchered all the men in his house, with the help of a few Kamal who hated some of his family members and claimed it for himself, deeming them as too weak to run it themselves. Many years later, even with this break of tradition, Warbandmasters Runic and Hash allowed him in due to his exceptional fighting skills. Yet, as few know..Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
SKOOMA KILLS! <3 ^_<
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OOC:
IGN: LeGitOpTiCz
Age: 16.
Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea.
Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war.
Jimmy runs off and tells the king.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC:
Name: Kharag
Nickname: Kharag
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run.
Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents
In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
Throughout the short years in which Kharag has lived, he has seen and done several things. Seen several of his brother kin get slaughtered while in battle against the Tang-Mo and all those who stood against them. His own blood brothers getting beheaded while he hid ontop a tree afraid, for he was young at the time.These made a blood lusting Kharag,a brutal and merciless beast. Kharag has done things that would haunt a man. Defiled and mutilated several beings for the savage demon he is. Executed his prey in the most horrifying way possible. And this all happens when he awakens every 8 months...and the time has come for Kharag to hunt his prey again..
SKOOMA KILLS! <3
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IGN: LeGitOpTiCz
Age: 16.
Why us?: It seems like a chill server, and my friends are on it.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yea.
Define Role-Playing in your words: So simple it's almost tricky, in short pretty much just making a character and gouing through his life acting as him. I'd give an example, but it'd turn into a rant.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To abuse OOC information in character. For example; An admin tells Jimmy there's going to be a war.
Jimmy runs off and tells the king.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Another strange one. I'll write it in an example: *Jesse Jackson insta-kills 20 ppls and owns*
IC:
Name: Kharag
Nickname: Kharag
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Kamal
Appearance: He is a starch white, standing nearly seven feet tall. He seems akin to a polar bear on it's hind legs, with a large hunch forward and large, furry limbs. Occasioonally he will drop to his hands and run on all fours when his opponent is trying to run.
Personality: Stupid, brash. He's the kind of guy who'd charge the enemy lines alone even if he's doomed, simply because he doesn't understand he's mortal. Extremely arrogant, assuming he's always stronger than his opponents
In-game RP example: He chuckles, his low, deep voice resounding through the caverns. A Orc stands at the other end, staring him down. Kharag heaves up his dual axes, and gets ready to charge in a blind flurry of spinning attacks. "LATZ GUNN' DIE, HUMIE SKUMM! " he screams, right before several twirls of his axe meet solid bone, that cracks under his blows.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Kharag sleeps and dreams the same dream for 8 months. Mass amounts of the crimson liquid spilling on the ground, covering his claws and dual axes. The screams of puny....weak Tang Mo as they fall to their meaningless deaths. The same sequence over and over...it begins to annoy Kharag....he feels the dream beginning to fade away. His eyes begin to open slowly as he knows it is time to hunt again. Once his eyes are fully open, Kharag attempts to move his body, knowing he is still frozen. His brother kin come around each Kamal who is awakening warming them up by torches. The process takes several hours. Kharag stands up stretching his muscles. Several of Kamal gather at the mouth of the cave of the snowy mountain. Knowing it is time to kill, Kharag races down the mountain with several others ready to spill more blood.
His culture is a strange thing. It demands blood-lust and blood-lust he has. in his chase, that glorious combination of anticipation and anxiety, he gains godspeed, silently debating if he could kill one of the monkey-men with his fists. He assumes yes, as even other mighty Kamal have fallen to him. But that was the ways of his people, this is a new era. A era where they will retake their land, and plant banners in it’s name. A TRUE ending to the world as it should have been thousands of years ago, during the Akivari invasions, as they all know.
SKOOMA KILLS!
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Nooo lol, you guys have diamond and good .
If Aragorn isn't being crowned or told by an admin, then it isn't important. So that battle wasn't. I will be on Aragorn for Helms Deep. So yus