I was in Sins of Our Fathers, since the beginning though after recent..feelings I have been banned from the server. I in general, just wanted to get the fresh start of a new server run by you. Knowing that this server is likely to go far being run by you. It makes me enjoy my time that I have nothing more to do.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
The building of a character in which you make, the character having a full story of their own whether or not it is similar to yours, or it is completely opposite yourself. Role-playing is also a great entertainment for most, if done correctly, it can make the ones around you enjoy it as well. Role-playing is not only the building of a character but the way things are effected throughout the lore, such as how this character would effect the enviroment with his/her alignment, how would they be treated along the world they live in. Role-playing has several types of definitions/explanations that could possibly and most likely fill this whole page. Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-Gaming is the use of outside knowledge to find or do something, that your character would not know of. As an example if my character had only lived in X town all his/her life and knew nothing of the outside world. Though using my knowledge from the outside world I'd make it where my character would have just automatically known where Y town was, resulting in Meta-gaming. The release of your location over OOC is also Meta-gaming as well. Even if you knew one of your friends characters were under attack and possibly going to be killed, if your character does not know, there really is nothing you could do because although you know, your character does not.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming can be described in several different ways. One way of power-gaming is the common mistake of forcing an action upon another character. If X civilian were to attack Y civilian and X cilvilian were to type "*X slashes with his serated dagger in a horizontal well accurate attack, and the attack lands directly on Y's throat, killing him.*" This would be result in power-game, a very big "No no" in Role-play. Another description or example would be if someone became a god in some impossible way, able to take down armies with a blink of an eye. Basically the over powering god like abilities may be considered power-gaming unless said otherwise by owners.
IC:
Name:
Vance Vinyard
Nickname:
N/A
Age:
47
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Vance, a dark complected man, he has a buzzed head, with a well grown beard, His face is mostly coated in dirt and grime from working the forge most of the day. As this is how Vance makes his living.in the land of Akivir. Vance is a well built man, quite muscular his stature at a well 6'2''. At any distance this man's size could be quite intimidating although Vance himself would not harm anyone unless he were forced to. His eyes would match the color of muddy water, a milky texture within the iris of his eyes, Vance's hands like everyother hard working man is full of caluses, just proof of his everyday hard work.
Personality:
Vance is more of the "Hurt me, I hurt you." type of man, he is loyal to his kingdom, and although he may seem like he would be a convict across several continents, he is only a man with a well lived life, He never means harm to others, and he is commonly a well charismatic person. Vance is commonly known for being blunt on bad days, and on a good day(Which is common to Vance.) he will be usually up for convorsation whether it was from the talk of how a grain of dirt looks, to how the wars are effecting the trade welfare. In all Vance is quite the average blacksmith, though he was known to work better with swords than any other weapon. Vance was once known to make a king's sword, although this is rumor, and no one really has found given proof for this.
In-game RP example:
Vance: *He raises the heavy blacksmith hammer, ready to strike the bright red peice of iron, his face showing great concentration on his work, his gloves being obviously worn out and ready to be replaced.*
Civilian: *The man walks around the corner, under the wooden canopy, seeing Vance at work, knowing that if he were to speak up that he would get an answer, though not much attention* Sir?
Vance: *Vance never once breaks his concentration with his work, though he speaks all well in able to speak* You here for a weapon I am assuming?
Civilian: *The man shifts his weight onto his right leg, now crossing his arms, his white collar shirt stained with what seemed to be blood, by his apparel he would look to be the meat butcher or a farmer* Not entirely a weapon sir. More of sharpening with your grindstone, if you are willing?
Vance: *He strikes the metal, giving a great burst of sparks within a 2 foot radius, the metal bending only slightly at his strike making a "Cling" sound* Of course, as long as you have the gold or any type of surplus, I am more then willing.
*His arm containing the hammer raises once more, preparing to strike the metal again*
Civilian: *He nods, taking a step to the right, looking around at Vance's well organized forge* Yes, I have a small amount of currency, though it is likely more than enough for the sharpening for a cleaver?
Vance: *Vance smirks as he strikes the metal again, making a more blade like structure, the noise radiating a "Cling" again, sparks bouncing down to the scalded dirt* A cleaver eh? Well..let's see
*He raises the hammer again preparing for another strike* If you have the cleaver with ya' right now I can tell you how much I'll charge.
Civilian: *The civilian pats himself for the cleaver, realizing he had left it at the store* Ah, well you will need to give me a moment. I must return to the store to go and retreive the cleaver.
Vance: *He nods, his eyes still concentrated on the metal as he strikes it, making the "Cling" noise once more, sparks bursting out around* I got all day, take your time sir.
*He continues to smile, as he raises the hammer preparing for yet another strike before the metal finally cools*
Civilian: *The man swivels around on his right heel, taking off back towards the Butcher shop further into town.*
Background:
Vance, grew up within a within a Taiga like landscape, Vance's father were the town's blacksmith and only blacksmith. At the age of 8 Vance begun his work within the forge, only to organize around the forge, move weapons, armors, and other material to assortment for display or storage. Vance's mother, a kind woman, having birth to 13 children, 7 sons, and 4 daughters, the other two children died at birth. Vance being the eldest son, and sibling, he were placed with the most responsibility even after his father passed away at the age of 63, Vance at thsi time being only 12 was "The man of the house". Vance worked the forge, not strong enough to actually work with metals though he sold, and worked with what his father had made. Vance would then help his mother keep control of the 12 other siblings. At the age of 17 Vance's mother having passed away from an illness which she had contracted. Vance now being placed with the responsibility of raising his younger siblings, he did his best, only to find out that his mother's illness was contracted by 6 of the 11 siblings which had killed only 5 of them, the 6th being Amalia, the youngest daughter the only to survive the illness. Being weakened, by the illness Vance had raised her from the age she was at, 9, until she were the age of a well grown woman, 19, Vance now at the age of 31 decided that the Taiga was not best for their survival as more of an odd plague carried by a mut of a dog litter had come into town, killing most. Even most of his younger siblings, leaving only 2 brothers, and 1 daughter alive. Amalia, Vance, and Berret. The three deciding to pack and leave their child hood home.
After a long trek along the taiga that seemed to never end, they had arrived into the land Akavir, Vance being the age of 38 by now, Berrey being 29, and Amalia being 25 now. They all had taken their ways towards a nearby kingdom, settling down over the years, Vance opened a forge, where he works now, Amalia working in the store and selling storaged armor, that Vance let's her sell. Berret having taken off into the army to fight in the war. Only the gods know where he were now. These events, all leading to the current day of the forge, in the kingdom.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/18/2011
Posts:
42
Member Details
OOC:
IGN: Rurikk
Age: I am 16 years old.
Time you can dedicate: Roughly 40-70 hours a week, 20-40 hours on weekdays, and 20-30 on the weekends.
Why us?: I love to roleplay, especially Medieval/Fantasy roleplay and have been roleplaying in those two genre's for over 5 years, I also love the Elder Scrolls Series and this makes it even better because it blends evenly with what I enjoy doing. I also chose this because I enjoy Fallout as well and want to support both SOOF and this Server if I can.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
Roleplaying is the act of creating or using another premade character as a base of knowledge and making a new person, you then play out the story you create for them, making friends or enemies along the way and eventually making a name for yourself if possible.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is the act of using OOC information and mixing it with IC information for yours or anothers own gain or benefits, this could be an example of MG'ing: You find out through skype from a member of an enemy faction that they plan to attack your town, you then tell all of your followers to arm themselves and build up defences for the MG'd war, the enemy shows up a little bit later expecting your town to have no knowledge of this attack and ends up getting destroyed because you were pre-informed of the event OOC, thus causing an unfair advantage and ruining rp for the enemy group.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming has basically two meanings to me, the first one being that you create a character that essentially can not be harmed nor can they die, an example of this could be: Joe shoots Tim point blank in the eye, Tim laughs as the bullet melts as it hits his eye, not harming him what so ever.
My second definition for PG'ing is that you give your character abilities that they shouldn't be capable of having, such as seeing block jumping to get over a wall and saying that your character jumped the wall by himself, or walking into a room and declaring everyone is dead because you killed them with your mind.
IC:
Name: Charles Greymane (I have been using the surname Greymane even before Skyrim came out, it is a last name that I acquired from World of Warcraft and have used it for a while, so I do hope that it doesn't deprive me of being accepted just because it was a common name used in Skyrim.)
Nickname: (Optional) None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charles is clothed in soft leather boots crafted for soft foot steps making stealth easier for him, he also sports a matching pair of light grey pants and an undershirt with a soft leather chest guard covering the shirt, his last two touches are his dark grey cloak and face mask, both giving him an advantage in the shadows with a given perk of subterfuge.
Personality: Charles is a calm, quiet, and collected young man, he has the posture of a skilled bowman and the manners of a gentlemen that were instilled in him by his adopted mother/baroness.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Two Guards try to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two Goblins. Your friend slays one of the Guards as he approaches, causing the other Guard as well as the Goblins to unsheath their arms.
The fighting erupts as all four begin to fight for their own rights of glory. Charles looks to his friend and nods while taking out his short bow. His friend shouts out praise for House Flay plunging his sword through the throat of one the goblins and smiles widely going into a fury for blood, but then the smile leaves his face just as quickly as it came when a short sword erupts from behind his back and coming through his chest where his heart is, he frowns and then drops to the ground. Charles looks past his friend as the guard grins stepping on the back of Charles' fallen friend and wrenches the sword free, the goblin shouts a praise for the death but it cut short as an arrow digs itself deeply into its left eye socket. Charles screams out for his dead friend and for House Flay as he charges the guard letting fly arrow after arrow into the poor guard, severing as many of the major artery's in each of the guards limbs, the feeling and ability of his legs went first as the first four of Charles arrows dug themselves into them, before his legs gave way underneath him another three arrows are sticking out of his sword arm leaving him defenseless. The guard screams out in pain as the shock quickly leaves him giving him the full extent of the pain just inflicted on him, Charles quickly walks up and brakes the guards other arm with a twist of his legs around his forearm, the guard again screams in agony and then he sees Charles skinning knife with the pommel emblem of House Flay. "Yo..your one of th..them..." he murmurs. "Yes, I am and because of that little stunt you played with my friend over there, you get to experience months of torture in a few minutes!" Charles says menacingly, the mans begins to scream as Charles slides the knife through his bottom lip and tugs fiercely peeling his skin back. The screams went on for a few more minutes, but then ended as Charles finished the job quickly and broke the guards neck. He then went up to his fallen friend and wrapped him up the skin whispering a few prayers and praises for him. "May today's glory bring you happiness in your after life friend." Charles said and then walked off leaving a trail of blood in his midst.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Charles Greymane came into the world with the help of his two loving parents, his parents were both low ranked servants two a kind Baronette, who with no children of her own, cared for and treated young Charles like he was her own. Because of this stroke of luck in the game of life, Charles was able to learn much from his multiple tutors and became a refined gentlemen. When Charles was 14 he began learning the arts of war, being taught battle tactics and different types of combat with the many weapons of the world, Charles did very well with most weapons, his skill in the sword and dagger were almost unmatched in the local militia, but the weapon he took to the most and to his heart was the Bow and arrow, Charles loved the sounds of the bow as he pulled the string back and heard the twang and thump as he released the arrow from it perch on the string, and over the years he trained and trained with the weapon making it almost like it were another limb attached to his body. As Charles turned 17, he was placed in charge of the village's Archery training division and was now captain of all the men that were skilled enough with the bow. He taught each and everyone of the men under his command how to use and shoot the bow as if it were an extension of themselves, because of his skill and aptitude as a teacher his men were known as some of the finest archers in the lands where they lived. Charles's success brought him much fortune in these early years of his career, but not long after he gained this fortune did he grow bored with his life at the castle, just a few months after his 22nd birthday Charles decided to leave his home and to venture out in the world doing things that were of interest of him.
Two years after he had decided to leave his home and to explore the lands, Charles had taken to the work of a mercenary and offering his skills where they were needed, never going hungry or without enough money to get by, Charles was still living a decently great life. His travels eventually brought him to the lands of Akavir and where Charles would start a new chapter in his life, using his acquired skills, Charles was intent on living a life full of pleasures and experiences that he had continued to enjoy since he had left home.
Skooma Kills.
Staff Application:
What is your name?
Skylar
How old are you?
I am 16 years old.
What is your Timezone/Country?
(UTC-06:00) Central Time (US & Canada), United States.
How much hours can you spend on the server weekly?
Roughly 40-70 hours a week, 20-40 hours on weekdays, and 20-30 on the weekends.
How long have you been playing Minecraft?
Since November of 2011.
Where do your talents lie?
List:
I am in High School and have to take English Grammar and Writing classes, both of which I have very high grades in, so I am very educated in the English Grammar and Writing system. So I could help with writing and proof-reading documents.
I am a novice coder, taking classes at my school, but I am always eager to learn more and would be willing to give what help I can in the coding department if that is where I would be needed.
I have read hundreds of books, ranging from many different styles and genres, giving me quite a background with many different topics for ideas that could be used for lore and such.
I am an experienced roleplayer, and would be willing to help newer players learn some tips and other things about the terms and topics associated with Roleplay.
I'm sure I have other helpful skills that just aren't coming to me now, but will probably show up later when they are needed.
Do you have any experience moderating an rp-server whatso-ever?
I have moderated on a few servers, all of which being different ranks and classes of moderation.
If so, list these servers:
Tuxcraft-Roleplay-Admin, light rp server that shut down in December of 2011.
Midlands Rp-Roleplay-Game Moderator and Forum Moderator, a medium rp server that started about a month ago after being down for a few months, but the playerbase never picked back up, so now the server is just an empty 24/7 server with no playerbase.
How are you able to help us?
I believe that I would be able to bring another positive person to the community and staff team, giving fresh new ideas and my time to dedicate to the server in what ever way it is needed. I also have plenty of friends and people with deep pockets that love to roleplay that would donate to a server they believe in, and this server seems like a promising cause for all of us.
How would you describe yourself?
I am a kind, caring person with a quiet personality, but as I feel comfortable with new friends I soon begin to relax and open up, I have been roleplaying since I was about 12, playing on a variety of different games since then, though Minecraft is probably my favorite choice when it comes down to roleplay.
If we would, by any chance, do research about you, what would we find?
I have been banned twice that I know of/can remember, the first ban was when I was a noob so to speak and didn't know the concept of griefing, I had broken a few blocks to open a chest I believe and was banned for it, which I do know was the right thing to do by the staff even if I hadn't fully understood the situation back then, my second ban was for harassment, however I would rather speak privately about that ban if you would like to know more about it.
Are you a moderator, administrator or owner of any other servers at his moment? If so, list and link.
I am a Game Moderator on Midlands Rp, though I do not visit there often because there is no active playerbase. Link: http://www.midlandsrp.org/
Why should you be a member of the Staff?
I think that my ideas and background would be a positive addition to the server and staff, I have no problem with whatever work is handed to me and am always willing to learn new skills if that is what I must do. I can't wait to see the finished project of our hard work, and would love to see a great server emerge from said work, something that will last for a long time and be enjoyed by many. I hope this application shows my enthusiasm to join your community and do my part to help it thrive.
What position do you wish to acquire on the staff team?
Well, I would enjoy being a Roleplay Monitor because of my experience with Rp, but I wouldn't mind becoming a Whitelister until I could rise to the position of Rp Monitor.
What makes you a worthy candidate for this position?
I believe I would be a good choice for the Rp Monitor because I have been involved in many different communities for roleplay over the last 5 years, I have roleplayed on Minecraft. World of Warcraft, Dungeons and Dragons, Various Forums, and with Friends IRL. All of these communities have also been either Medieval Roleplay or Fantansy Roleplay and both are things I enjoy very much, I also read a lot, I probably read about one-two thousand page books every 2-3 weeks with each book being medieval or fantasy based.
Thanks for your time spent reading this and I hope this application proves that I have good intentions for this server project and wish to help it thrive.
Howdy, fellow SooF player here since May! Here to apply for builder and writer (If that's a viable position, let me know!).
Builder App
IGN: reidster338 Timezone: EST (USA) Most active: Thursday-Sunday, evening times. How long have you roleplayed? I started forum roleplaying about three years ago, and roleplaying with video games about one year ago. Have you got any experience? I've built on multiple servers, some larger than others. I've written a fairly successful fallout fan-fiction over on the Bethesda forums, so writing is mostly my forte. Why do you want this position?I love TES, I love roleplaying, and I love minecraft. I've wanted to be a true staff member of a server for quite a while now, and this is the opportunity I wish to take. Notes- I won't be on Minecraft for parts of the week because my mother goes to work, but I will be able to access the forums and make posts. I also don't have access to teamspeak/skype.
Before i begin, i have to say; Angle you've done it again, i can't wait to play on this server! also, i'd like to be beta-tester if possible.
OOC: IGN: razanga Age: 14 15 in Mar Time you can dedicate: about 2-5 hours on week days more on weekends Why us?: because i loved Sins of Our Fathers and want to do something with The Elder Scrolls too. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is playing as a fictional character in a different time/place. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using OOC knowledge IC, such as heading straight from Whiterun to and undiscovered area on the map, such as the shrine of Boethia. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is controlling the fate of other people's characters, such as saying "punches argonian" when it should be "attempts to punch argonian". it's also doing something completely OP, such as "casts spell that kills everyone in a half mile radius".
IC: Name: Uthgar of Bruma Nickname: (Optional)
Age: late 20's Gender: Male Appearance: Nord, blue eyes, black hair, 5-o'clock shadow, tall, and bulky (like most Nords) Personality:Uthgar is your average Nord; loves to fight ,and have a good cup of mead, he's kind to his friends and will cut down anyone who threatens them. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Uthgar: thank you for the drinks Matilda, but i must go Matilda: Oh, please don't go, i love having company. Uthgar: im sorry, i'll be back soon, you have my word as a Nord. Matilda: ok, be back soon, ill have fresh mead ready by then. Uthgar: that will be great, be good Ulfric, and listen to your mother. Ulfric: ok, when you come back can you teach me how to use a sword? Uthgar: sure thing, but only if it's ok with your mother. Matilda: it's fine with me, when you're gone who's going to defend the house? Uthgar: the Imperials? Matilda: after what happened at the fort? I think they're not going to be much help. Uthgar: by the way, what did happen at the fort? Matilda: *explains the battle at fort Iron Heart* Uthgar: They lost? To Elves!? that proves they need more Nords! Matilda: you must remember, Elves aren't as weak as you think. Uthgar: I suppose you're right. But how could the Thalmor defeat a larger force? at a fortified position? Matilda: the Elves had more mages. they rained fire from above. Uthgar: maybe it's time i left, i need to get back to my post. Matilda: ok then, stay safe! Uthgar: *laughing* since when is anything safe in Akavir? Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) (im assuming the Imperial Legion won the Civil War in Skyrim) Uthgar grew up in Bruma in Cyrodiil, but remained a true Nord because of his parents, who were from Skyrim. His family moved there after the Civil War in Skyrim to avoid persecution from the Thalmor for being Talos worshipers. His grand father, Uthgar the Unbroken, served the Stormcloaks during the war and when they lost he gave up hope for the freedom of Skyrim. When they got to Bruma they were surprised to see so much Nord heritage in a city in Cyrodiil. Growing up Uthgar learned to fight with a sword and shield from his grand father (because his father was a court official and didn't care for fighting). He learned fairly quickly, his grand father said ' you're a natural Nord!".
After about ten years of learning from his grand father Uthgar, wanting to be an adventurer, felt it was time to leave and start his own story. He gave his final goodbyes and left for Akavir, taking his family sword and shield, a Ebony blade and shield made by one of the finest blacksmiths in Skyrim over 150 years ago. It took several months to get there but when he finally did, he was surprised. it was nothing like what he'd seen in Bruma and Skyrim. Shortly after arriving he found out Akavir was full of undead. After fighting of about 5 of them off by himself he retreated to the nearest town he knew. After getting there he was met by guards demanding he hand over his arms. Uthgar, not knowing they were actually marauders in disguise, handed them over, not knowing he wouldn't see them again for quite some time. The first place he visited was the Inn. when he first walked in he noticed that everyone in there had a weapon and noticed; he had just been robbed. He ran out to try and find the men who stole his gear, but the only thing he found were footprints heading north, to a nearby mountain, looking to be half the size of the Throat of The World. he went back to the Inn and announced he would pay anyone who could help him track down the men who had robbed him. A woman looking to be about the same age offered to help. It took a few hours to reach the mountain, but when they searched the place all they found were skeletons wearing the guard clothes of the town they had come from. all their gold and weapons were gone.
OOC:
IGN:PrgGLaDOS
Age:14
Time you can dedicate: A few hours most days, i'll have to split up my time between this and SooF.
Why us?: Love the Elder Scrolls, I think it could be refreshing to have some non-Fallout role-play.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Adopting a fictional character and playing out their personality and abilities.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using OOC information IC in anyway, whether it's from character to character on a server, or something you learn in the OOC chat.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Controlling the actions and decisions of another character, or making OP roleplay that is unrealistic.
IC:
Name: Coriel Salorn
Nickname:
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Coriel is a Breton man, roughly 5' 3'', short for his race. He wears Forsworn armor, a light armor composed of untanned hides and bone, as well as a Forsworn headdress with a crack down the middle of the skull. He wields two extremely worn out Forsworn swords, the sharp bone and wood has broken off, turning both of the swords into large wooden clubs. He has a muscular appearance, and has scars across his body, where the armor doesn't cover his skin.
Personality: Coriel is courteous to most people he meets, but has a strong hatred for Nords. He holds very strongly to his worship of the Daedric Princes as well as his worship of Hagravens. He is quite suspicious of people, and is wary of people who ask him many questions.
In-game RP example:
Coriel- *Coriel walks into the pub, his is clad in Forsworn armor, and may look quite odd to those within*
Bartender- *The Bartender looks at him wearily, then continues to serve the people at the pub*
Coriel- *He sits down on a stool, glaring about the room, analyzing each person carefully*
Coriel- *Seeing no Nords, he turns to the barkeep*
Coriel- Do you rent out rooms here?
Bartender- None that are open, i'm afraid.
Coriel- *He lets out a long sigh* A glass of mead then.
Bartender- *He pours a glass of it and slides it towards Coriel*
Coriel- *He takes it and then turns to the man next to him, looking him over to see if he has a key to one of the rooms*
Man- *You see one*
Coriel- *He swings the glass hard at the mans head*
Man- *It hits, hard, and knocks him unconscious*
Bartender- What do you think your doing!? *He reaches to a mace behind the bar*
Coriel- I don't think he wants his room anymore!
*The pub erupts into chaos and fighting*
Background:
Psycological analysis performed by Jakob Zorn.
Patient is a breton, Coriel Salorn.
Patient- I've heard them speaking to me since I was young. Just a little milk-drinker i was..
Jakob- Who was speaking to you? Do they have a name?
Patient- The gods of course. The princes. The Daedra.
Jakob- Will you tell me what kinds of things they said?
Patient- *Ignores the question* I was born in The Reach you know. I was one of the Godspoken. Our tribe was the only one that had
Godspoken, the other tribes revered us...
Jakob- How many other "Godspoken" Were their?
Patient- Only a few, it ran in the families. My mother was Godspoken you know, her and my father raised me to follow the commands the gods gave me. That's why i'm here you know, in Akavir. The Princes told me to come here.
Jakob- What are they telling you to do here?
Patient- Well, there's the obvious things, like spreading their word and killing the Nords. Then there's the other stuf-
Jakob- Killing the Nords?
Patient- Oh of course. I've come a long ways to do the Princes bidding. I've received training from my parents, I know all about killing Nords.
Jakob- All right. I know enough. Listen to me, I don't think these voices are what you think, I think their-
*The remainder of the paper is blank, other than splotches of blood on the paper*
*Another paper lays beside it, it reads*
"Reward- Coriel Salorn, for assault, murder, and theft. Report any information to nearby authorities."
I've heard that there's this drug for sale. Something called Skooma. Apparently, it kills.
OOC:
Real Name: Zachary IGN: ZappyEnvy Age:18 Time you can dedicate: Not able to specify, but highly dependent on school work and athletics. Why us?: I enjoy the Elder Scrolls lore and world, and have never roleplayed on Minecraft before. Define Role-Playing in your words: The action of living within the idea of a fictional character. Define Meta-gaming in your words: My first time encountering this term, but it seems to be using outside information to gain an advantage in the roleplay, essentially destroying its concept. Define Power-gaming in your words: Using cheats or roleplaying in such a way as to make your character invincible.
IC: Name: Erion Nickname: Eri Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Medium height with toned muscles. Brown hair and blue eyes. Personality: Quiet but experienced in many arts (namely herblore, hunting, and combat). To strangers it is very clear that Erion suffers from his past; his eyes containing a haunted look about them. In-game RP example: The clearing darkened as the sun descended over the snow-capped mountains to the east. The forest swayed in the crisp wind, bringing with it a faint whistling sound that persisted throughout the rest of the night. The air was filled with the scent of pines and cedars, and a coming storm. Everything was beautiful, picturesque in every essence, except that is for the very-well concealed hunter. In dun-coloured and green garb, with a masked hood, his blue eyes peered out of the darkness of that hood to survey the clearing. They took in every detail, as they were trained to do. Without looking down he positioned his arrow back onto the string of his bow. His breath came out in white mist as the night turned frigid. But then the tranquility of the night was disturbed, for a deer had cautiously emerged from the tree line opposite the hunter. It also surveyed the clearing, a smart instinct by the deer, but stopped once its eyes fell on the thistle plant. Snorting, the deer walked up to the thistle plant and began to eat at the flowers. Within seconds the arrow hit the left side of the neck of the deer. Immediately it reacted, rearing up and trying to squeal, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle. A second arrow struck the animal in the left side, piercing its heart. The deer froze, then collapsed into the brush. A full minute passed before the hunter emerged from his position. He walked with purpose to his kill, the bow strung behind his back now. He knelt down next to the deer and placed his index and middle fingers of his right hand on the deer's forehead. "I apologize for the painful death," he murmured. Background: Erion was born in Skyrim during the first years of the civil war. The turmoil of its beginning tore his family apart at the early age of 2, his father joining the Stormcloaks and his mother fleeing to Solitude with her son. His life was simple, as he learned how to hunt in the northern territories of Haafingar, and was taught to fight with a sword by the Imperials. Unfortunately, a Dark Brotherhood assassin killed his mother, sent by his father, and the assassin took Erion. There he learned how to make himself a lethal weapon, learning unarmed special combat, stealth, advanced training with a bow, and how to use his sword as more of an extension than a tool. But after a particularly gruesome assignment, Erion became unnerved and killed one of his fellow assassins. Once word reached the Brotherhood they tried to kill him, but Erion relied on his advanced skills to elude his enemies. He lived in seclusion for a time in Falkreath, assisting the community with more dangerous tasks, until the dragon attack. The dragons crushed the Falkreath economy and killed many of its people, and eventually drove Erion to Riverwood. There he met the Dragonborn, and with him he killed a powerful, ancient dragon on a roost above Falkreath. But as Tamriel turned in on itself, and Erion's going-ons with the Dragonborn became more common news, the Brotherhood once again attempted to slay him. Killing another of the assassins during his escape, Erion fled to the continent of Akavir in the hopes of once again throwing off his past.
I can help in any capacity you need me to, but I have no experience in building, and little in unofficially moderating. But, regardless, I'm available if you let me know a little early.
OOC: IGN:PrgGLaDOS Age:14 Time you can dedicate: A few hours most days, i'll have to split up my time between this and SooF. Why us?: Love the Elder Scrolls, I think it could be refreshing to have some non-Fallout role-play.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Adopting a fictional character and playing out their personality and abilities.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using OOC information IC in anyway, whether it's from character to character on a server, or something you learn in the OOC chat.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Controlling the actions and decisions of another character, or making OP roleplay that is unrealistic.
IC: Name: Coriel Salorn Nickname: Age: 35 Gender: Male
Appearance: Coriel is a Breton man, roughly 5' 3'', short for his race. He wears Forsworn armor, a light armor composed of untanned hides and bone, as well as a Forsworn headdress with a crack down the middle of the skull. He wields two extremely worn out Forsworn swords, the sharp bone and wood has broken off, turning both of the swords into large wooden clubs. He has a muscular appearance, and has scars across his body, where the armor doesn't cover his skin.
Personality: Coriel is courteous to most people he meets, but has a strong hatred for Nords. He holds very strongly to his worship of the Daedric Princes as well as his worship of Hagravens. He is quite suspicious of people, and is wary of people who ask him many questions.
In-game RP example: Coriel- *Coriel walks into the pub, his is clad in Forsworn armor, and may look quite odd to those within* Bartender- *The Bartender looks at him wearily, then continues to serve the people at the pub* Coriel- *He sits down on a stool, glaring about the room, analyzing each person carefully* Coriel- *Seeing no Nords, he turns to the barkeep* Coriel- Do you rent out rooms here? Bartender- None that are open, i'm afraid. Coriel- *He lets out a long sigh* A glass of mead then. Bartender- *He pours a glass of it and slides it towards Coriel* Coriel- *He takes it and then turns to the man next to him, looking him over to see if he has a key to one of the rooms* Man- *You see one* Coriel- *He swings the glass hard at the mans head* Man- *It hits, hard, and knocks him unconscious* Bartender- What do you think your doing!? *He reaches to a mace behind the bar* Coriel- I don't think he wants his room anymore! *The pub erupts into chaos and fighting*
Background:
Coriel was born into a tribe of Forsworn in the The Reach. This particular tribe was different from all the others. A form of genetic Schizophrenia ran in the families of the tribe. Convinced it was the voice of the Daedric Princes, their gods. The "Godspoken" of the tribe, or those with the schizophrenia began to preach to other tribes of Forsworn. Coriel had been born with a particularly strong case of the condition. While most only heard the voices when they were older, he heard them even in his youth. He was a revered member of the tribe, groomed and raised to take control of it one day. That all changed when Tamriel began to fall into chaos.
When Skyrim began to fall, the Forsworn took advantage of it. Seeing the lack of government in the major cities, the Forsworn moved into action. The tribes moved into the cities, slaughtering all the Nords they could find, killing hundreds. But the Forsworn underestimated the abilities of society. The citizens of Skyrim banded together into militia and killed the groups of Forsworn. He had been to young at the time to take part in the combat, so Coriel was one of the few survivors of the "Godspoken" tribe. He became convinced that the voices wanted him to leave, to go to Akavir. He would follow their commands.
Coriel moved into Akavir, traveling a great distance, preaching of the Daedric Princes throughout his journey. As he arrives onto the continent of Akavir, he knew what the voices wanted him to do. He could hear his Princes so clearly.
"You are meant for great things Coriel. You will preach our word to all. You shall be the example to those who do not know of our truth. Will you preach our word? Will you do our bidding, no matter what the consequences?
He knew his answer. "Yes."
I've heard that there's this drug for sale. Something called Skooma. Apparently, it kills.
OOC: IGN: reidster338 Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: A good bit of the day, Thursday-Sunday. The rest of the week is usually busy/filled with soccer/ school. I can still log onto the forums and check things not related to minecraft during that time, though. Why us?: Well, I love AngelEyes and his RP-Text based methods. It allows for extremely flexible-fun RP that can't be done in traditional PVP RP servers. Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is playing the role of a fictional or real character in a separate universe that you yourself cannot enter. You act out the emotions, trials, travails, and experiences that this character goes through. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the act of knowing or being aware of something in RP, when being aware of such knowledge in real life would be impossible. That could be taking information from a forum, a spoiler, or from a past-dead character and using this information IC on your current character. Define Power-gaming in your words: Being extremely powerful, dodging hits with mysterious ease (*dodges*), and just doing things that would be physically impossible in real life.
IC: Name: Ri'Dato Nickname: Dato Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Dato is an exquisite Khajit. He has dark, multicolored fur that is thick yet soft in its own way. He stands around 5'10, and is built with a lean frame. His legs are the highlight of his appearance, being long and muscular. His face is furry and multicolored, yet his eyes are a solid yellow that can pierce even darkness. The solid black orbs in the center seem small, almost distant. The rest of his features are rather straightforward. He has long black ears, a perky gray nose, and a thin, long chin. To most Khajit, he is considered quite handsome and an alpha male of sorts.
Personality: Dato is an ambitious Khajit, who hates the stereotype cast down upon his race. He wishes to prove the other races wrong, he wants to be a leader, a hero. Dato only converses when necessary, he is usually reclusive and always looking for ways to take advantage of others. He often speaks of building a great empire, where all races can get along together. When other Khajit look at him, they think of him as a great leader, someone who can bring them to their salvation. He is generally hostile to those who use racist terms/beliefs.
Dato: Good, sound the horn and we take the venom-spitters by surprise.
Warrior: Of course, Ri'Dato.
Dato nods and sprints back into the woods. The smell of blood soon meets his senses.
Background:
Ri'Dato wasn't always a leader. He wasn't always ambitious. No, as a matter of fact he was quite introverted in his younger years. Preferring to keep to himself, he took up an interest in magic and reading. While he was never successful with magic, he learned how to read and write from a young age. He enjoyed the epics of heros, the tales of glamor. As Tamriel slowly plunged into chaos, Dato plunged into stories of old. Only when his peaceful village was ransacked when he was 10, did he finally come to a conclussion that he had to step up, or the rest of his village would soon succumb to chaos. So he stepped up. He learned how to fight, to hunt, to scavenge. He learned the lay of the land, and at the young age of 15, even his village's greatest warrios looked at him as a great asset.
Then things went wrong. His village fell prey to a massive band of rogue soldiers, and after several devastating attacks, the occupants of his village were forced to move elsewhere. The mass exodus killed many of the inhabitants of his village, as most of the elders couldn't survive the journey. After three years, and multiple boched attempts at recreating a village, Dato decided the best bet at surivival for his his clan was to cross the ocean, and enter Akavir. He had heard stories that many other races had begun to do so. So only naturally, he believed his group of Khajit could too. The journey to the shore was difficult for his clan. They lost most of their warrios, and almost all of the elders. They now looked to the young Khajit Dato. Even his parents did.
When they finally found a captain willing to take them across the ocean, they had to give up all their possessions to do so. The greedy captain gladly took them across the ocean, and during the trip, many of the Khajit fell victim to an unknown disease. When they did reach Aakvir, only thirty-three of the once thriving clan remained. Dato, now 22, began to lead the clan to a brighter future. But overtime, Dato came to a realization that Akavir was quite dangerous, and rebuilding his clan into a proper community would be harder than he first thought.
OOC: IGN: alexr2000 Age: 14 Time you can dedicate: 4-8 hours a week. Why us?: I played on Skyrim RP servers Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) It's when you take the role of a character, and act and live like them. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When someone uses information they know OOC, and use it IC. Define Power-gaming in your words:
When the player is role playing, and does it so they are at the advantage, so the other player hasn't got a chance to fight back.
IC: Name: Parin Svangard Nickname: (Optional) Parie Age: 23 Race: Nord Gender: Male Appearance: Black hair, leather shoulder pads, black short beard, grey pants, blue eyes Personality: Quiet, shy, secretive In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Parin's Dad: "Hey Parin. Come see your grandfather." Parin's Grandfather: "Hello, my grandson. I have something for you" *He pulls out a bow and arrow set*' Parin's Grandfather: "Here. These were mine when I was a young man. These arrows killed Dragons and Trolls and Giants. Parin: "Wow!" Parin's Grandfather: "I've had them for long enough. These are yours now." Parin: "Really? Thank you Grandfather!" Parin Grandfather: "It's my last possession that I care about. Take care of it with your life." *Parin's Grandfather slowly shuts his eyes, and passes on* Parin: "I love you..." *A tear runs down his cheek, falling gently on the floor* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) 23 years ago, a boy was born. This boy was Parin Svangard. Parin grew up in a small village with his family and friends. Parin and the boys were taught to hunt at a young age, and brought in meat for the community. He lead a happy life, and a good one at that. When Parin was 17, his grandfather was dying. Parin's grandfather was a great man, and he kill many dragons and beasts when he was young. On his deathbed, he gave Parin his bow. This bow was solid steel, carved with elegancy. Along with it came 50 arrows. Bronze tipped and with an ebony shaft, this was the finest weapon in all of the land. Parin never used his grandfathers weapon out of honor and respect. When Parin turned 18, he left home to adventure and live off the land. He lived in forests and mountains, and became a very happy man. One night, a Troll snuck into his cottage, and knocked him out of bed. Parin scrambled for his sword, but the Troll smashed him into the ground, landing on the stone floor of his basement. Parin looked up, and could see the shadow of the beast climb down the stairway. He quickly glanced around the room, and saw his grandfathers bow lying on top of a crate. Parin stumbled over, and grabbed the bow. He turned around, and the Troll was already on the other side of the room. Parin notched an arrow on the string, pulled back, and released. The arrow sailed through the air, and struck the mighty beast in the chest. The Troll toppled over, and smashed on the ground. Parin quickly ran over, and made sure that the Troll was dead. Parin tied a rope to its ankles, and dagged the Troll out of his house. He laid the on the ground, and wondered what to do with a 200 pound Troll. Parin thought, and decided what to do. He went inside, grabbed a flint and steel, and set the Troll ablaze. Parin sat down on a log, and slowly drifted to sleep. When Parin woke up, he found his house on fire! The flames from the Troll had caught his cottage on fire! Parin rushed inside, and grabbed everything he could. The smoke rose to the ceiling, suffocating him. Parin rushed out, and stumbled down a snow bank. He watched as the fire and smoke consumed his home. Parin turned around, and started walking away. With him was food, clothes, money, and his Grandfathers bow. Parin walked over the hill, greeted by the rising sun. Looking onward, the beautiful land of Akavir was awaiting.
Hey there ( : blue here! SO DOWN FOR THIS! and I would definitely apply for staff, if you're still interested!
OOC:
IGN:B1ue_Bar0n
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Weekends (any time) and week days from 2:30pm and later!
Why us?: I love the elder scrolls franchise and I see great potential for a great server! I also feel I can add a lot to the rp!
Define Role-Playing in your words: Well, first off, the surface definition of role play is portraying a character as if you are them. In a case like this through words. You must think and act as your character would in many given situations. What makes an rp good though is the community and the story they follow. It is so much better when five people who understand how to act as their character come together, rather than 100 people who just don't.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OCC knowledge in RP situations. (Hearing through solid walls/creating how situations will play out before they do/learning secrets and non-obvious traits)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Roleplaying in a God-like way. For example
"The punch had no effect due to his spontaneous metamorphosis. He now had iron skin."
Or.
"He suddenly was a millionaire as a large sack of gold dropped from the sky!"
IC:
Name: Vixen
Nickname: Vix, The Gold Lion/Gold Lion
Age: Thirty Two
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dressed for speed, Vixen wears black leather pants along with a black leather jacket. Beneath the jacket he wears a white silk shirt with ruffles bellow the collar. He wears his trademark black headband across his golden hair which flows well past his shoulders. His black collar is usually popped up on his jacket. His eyes are a rare cold blue which looks right through a person. His ears jut ever so from his golden hair. His long slender body in swift movement can appear as smoke does, in the wind.
Personality: His puckish smile is accompanied by his no nonsense attitude. He will smile even if he is about to rip off your head. He doesn't get visibly angry easily but he will often give out a bitting comment with a big smile. He hates feeling inclosed, so if he has the option he will always have a door or window open. Vix is very determined and once he sets out on something he wont give up easily. He is very curious. If Vix hears of a giant fire spitting monster a thousand miles away, he will want to go see it. Despite his cheerful smile and warm hugs he is not someone to be crossed. He is a force to be reckoned with and once he is pushed, he will shove back and wont stop until his enemy is in a corner. He holds a mean grudge, once his loyalty is broken he will never even attempt to build it back.
In-game RP example: The tavern was empty tonight. A small girl worked the bar, human by the look of it. Her dark hair was accompanied by light skin, and bright eyes. Most likely a nord. Vix was at the far end of the bar, drinking some ale and munching on a roasted chicken. It was late, probably around midnight, when three brutish looking individuals walked in. Red guard men, the three of them, coming in from Yokuda they traveled north. They clearly weren't wearing the proper clothes for the weather conditions up here. They were shaking, and had frost on their cloaks.
The bar maid offered them something warm to eat and some blankets she had in the back. They politely accepted with many thanks. She brought over the blankets, and they grabbed her. "Now my dear, we will be taking these and whatever gold you have here!" the one holding her yelled.
"I wouldn't do that my southern friend." Vix said from the bar.
"Oh and what are you going to do about it, elf?" Vix turned around, smiled, and then threw a dagger into his head. The other two charged, but dropped the nord bar maid. He flipped behind his bar stool and kicked it. It struck the two of them who fell back. He then pulled out his remaining daggers and placed them in his hand. He threw two, hitting one in the hand, pinning him to the floor, but missed the other who got up and slashed with his curved blade. Vixen spun, but not fast enough. The blade grazed his left arm. He came out of his spin and proceeded to kick up, but catch the brutes head with his boot on the way down. The man was crushed to the floor under the force of his kick. His black cloak moved with him like a river as he ran towards the man pinned to the ground and pounced on top of him. "Now, apologize to this woman and get out, please." He said with a smile. The man scrambled out the door, screaming "My greatest apologies! My greatest apologies!" over and over again in is south western accent.
Background:
(NOTE, based on more lore this might change if I find a better race when they are made!)
Born in the north, Vixen was an anomaly since birth. His father was a high elf, his mother a nord. He was abandoned by his father because he couldn't live with a tainted bloodline. He left, and his mother took care of him. She wasn't to fond of having a halfling child so she ignored him, but provided for him. He always kept that smile on, an illusion to the reality of the sad loveless child who just wanted to cry and run. He had is mothers golden hair and features, but his fathers eyes and ears. That wasn't all he got from his dad. His talent for magic was passed on as well. It was clear from a young age that he could bend reality with his hands. What scared the rest was his talent for the darker side of magic. He was a natural with Illusion, alteration, and the fire aspect of destruction.
He ran from home and found his place with the warriors guild. He made a name for himself as a battle mage, and with his talent he quickly rose to the top. When he was twenty he was sent on a mission to a cave of vampires, with another five warriors. Things went ugly and that was when something woke up inside him. He developed a spell in which he used destruction magic to make himself a mane of flames and burning claws. His roar of flame burned the five vampires attacking them to ash and he gained the name "The gold lion" for his golden hair and his dangerous roar. (note this was not a shout,but a very powerful fire blast spell/flame wall spell in which he places both hands in front of his mouth.)
When war hit he was sent into battle. He fought and when his whole battalion was killed, along with the majority of his friends from the fighters guild, he grew distasteful of war and set out to live away from it.
Powergaming: -Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out. (Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time.
-Do you have a specific texture pack in mind?
So far we havent selected or edited a texture pack. Thats not really on my list of to-dos just yet as its an easier task.
-How many immigrants from Tamriel are there? Enough to make a kingdom or empire?
Not sure about an actual count as far as players go, I assume most will be immigrants. I will post a link for current lore about Akavir. There are 4 new races. I suggest if someone decides to use an Akavirian race, they should keep the events low key as to not conflict with our future lore we havent completley laid out yet. There will be a few npc towns/settlements from Tamriel. Maybe enough to make a smaller faction, possibly a small empire. Its mostly up to the players on what we should do.
-Are we going to set up the map with individual regions, like the lore for Akavir states?
Yes. I have a very nice map layout with Akavirian territories, regions, and a few towns set. I may post a picture soon. There isn't an actual Bethesda Akavir map out there but there is one very nice map that may be the closest to actual Elder Scrolls fiction that there is and its used in some fan circles. We are using that.
Ooh, this looks good. I love SoOF, so I'd like to play on here too. I'm not going to make an app yet because I don't have any character ideas, but I'll keep this bookmarked for later. I'm not that creative at building, but if I can help in any way I'd be happy to. My brother builds Elder Scrolls style stuff so I'll tell him about this.
IGN: alexr2000
Timezone: EST (Eastern US Coast)
How much time are you able to dedicate: I'm usually able to play from anywhere around 4:00 PM - 10:30 PM.
Do you have any staff experience: I ran my own Bukkit server in Beta, and I'm an Admin on my cousins private server. I've been Head-Guard on a prison server once.
Why should you be a Staff member: I have a lot of experience as staff. I'm mature for my age, and I take RPing seriously. I can be on late, and I have a lot of RP experience, so I can help out new players to get the most out of the server experience. I'd consider myself patient, and I know how to work with other people.
Any other information: I have a Skype, and I can PM you it incase you need to contact me for any occasion.
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In-game RP example:
Civilian: *The man walks around the corner, under the wooden canopy, seeing Vance at work, knowing that if he were to speak up that he would get an answer, though not much attention*
Sir?
Vance: *Vance never once breaks his concentration with his work, though he speaks all well in able to speak*
You here for a weapon I am assuming?
Civilian: *The man shifts his weight onto his right leg, now crossing his arms, his white collar shirt stained with what seemed to be blood, by his apparel he would look to be the meat butcher or a farmer* Not entirely a weapon sir. More of sharpening with your grindstone, if you are willing?
Vance: *He strikes the metal, giving a great burst of sparks within a 2 foot radius, the metal bending only slightly at his strike making a "Cling" sound*
Of course, as long as you have the gold or any type of surplus, I am more then willing.
*His arm containing the hammer raises once more, preparing to strike the metal again*
Civilian: *He nods, taking a step to the right, looking around at Vance's well organized forge*
Yes, I have a small amount of currency, though it is likely more than enough for the sharpening for a cleaver?
Vance: *Vance smirks as he strikes the metal again, making a more blade like structure, the noise radiating a "Cling" again, sparks bouncing down to the scalded dirt*
A cleaver eh? Well..let's see
*He raises the hammer again preparing for another strike*
If you have the cleaver with ya' right now I can tell you how much I'll charge.
Civilian: *The civilian pats himself for the cleaver, realizing he had left it at the store*
Ah, well you will need to give me a moment. I must return to the store to go and retreive the cleaver.
Vance: *He nods, his eyes still concentrated on the metal as he strikes it, making the "Cling" noise once more, sparks bursting out around*
I got all day, take your time sir.
*He continues to smile, as he raises the hammer preparing for yet another strike before the metal finally cools*
Civilian: *The man swivels around on his right heel, taking off back towards the Butcher shop further into town.*
Background:
IGN: Rurikk
Age: I am 16 years old.
Time you can dedicate: Roughly 40-70 hours a week, 20-40 hours on weekdays, and 20-30 on the weekends.
Why us?: I love to roleplay, especially Medieval/Fantasy roleplay and have been roleplaying in those two genre's for over 5 years, I also love the Elder Scrolls Series and this makes it even better because it blends evenly with what I enjoy doing. I also chose this because I enjoy Fallout as well and want to support both SOOF and this Server if I can.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
Roleplaying is the act of creating or using another premade character as a base of knowledge and making a new person, you then play out the story you create for them, making friends or enemies along the way and eventually making a name for yourself if possible.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is the act of using OOC information and mixing it with IC information for yours or anothers own gain or benefits, this could be an example of MG'ing: You find out through skype from a member of an enemy faction that they plan to attack your town, you then tell all of your followers to arm themselves and build up defences for the MG'd war, the enemy shows up a little bit later expecting your town to have no knowledge of this attack and ends up getting destroyed because you were pre-informed of the event OOC, thus causing an unfair advantage and ruining rp for the enemy group.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming has basically two meanings to me, the first one being that you create a character that essentially can not be harmed nor can they die, an example of this could be: Joe shoots Tim point blank in the eye, Tim laughs as the bullet melts as it hits his eye, not harming him what so ever.
My second definition for PG'ing is that you give your character abilities that they shouldn't be capable of having, such as seeing block jumping to get over a wall and saying that your character jumped the wall by himself, or walking into a room and declaring everyone is dead because you killed them with your mind.
IC:
Name: Charles Greymane (I have been using the surname Greymane even before Skyrim came out, it is a last name that I acquired from World of Warcraft and have used it for a while, so I do hope that it doesn't deprive me of being accepted just because it was a common name used in Skyrim.)
Nickname: (Optional) None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charles is clothed in soft leather boots crafted for soft foot steps making stealth easier for him, he also sports a matching pair of light grey pants and an undershirt with a soft leather chest guard covering the shirt, his last two touches are his dark grey cloak and face mask, both giving him an advantage in the shadows with a given perk of subterfuge.
Personality: Charles is a calm, quiet, and collected young man, he has the posture of a skilled bowman and the manners of a gentlemen that were instilled in him by his adopted mother/baroness.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Two Guards try to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two Goblins. Your friend slays one of the Guards as he approaches, causing the other Guard as well as the Goblins to unsheath their arms.
The fighting erupts as all four begin to fight for their own rights of glory. Charles looks to his friend and nods while taking out his short bow. His friend shouts out praise for House Flay plunging his sword through the throat of one the goblins and smiles widely going into a fury for blood, but then the smile leaves his face just as quickly as it came when a short sword erupts from behind his back and coming through his chest where his heart is, he frowns and then drops to the ground. Charles looks past his friend as the guard grins stepping on the back of Charles' fallen friend and wrenches the sword free, the goblin shouts a praise for the death but it cut short as an arrow digs itself deeply into its left eye socket. Charles screams out for his dead friend and for House Flay as he charges the guard letting fly arrow after arrow into the poor guard, severing as many of the major artery's in each of the guards limbs, the feeling and ability of his legs went first as the first four of Charles arrows dug themselves into them, before his legs gave way underneath him another three arrows are sticking out of his sword arm leaving him defenseless. The guard screams out in pain as the shock quickly leaves him giving him the full extent of the pain just inflicted on him, Charles quickly walks up and brakes the guards other arm with a twist of his legs around his forearm, the guard again screams in agony and then he sees Charles skinning knife with the pommel emblem of House Flay. "Yo..your one of th..them..." he murmurs. "Yes, I am and because of that little stunt you played with my friend over there, you get to experience months of torture in a few minutes!" Charles says menacingly, the mans begins to scream as Charles slides the knife through his bottom lip and tugs fiercely peeling his skin back. The screams went on for a few more minutes, but then ended as Charles finished the job quickly and broke the guards neck. He then went up to his fallen friend and wrapped him up the skin whispering a few prayers and praises for him. "May today's glory bring you happiness in your after life friend." Charles said and then walked off leaving a trail of blood in his midst.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Charles Greymane came into the world with the help of his two loving parents, his parents were both low ranked servants two a kind Baronette, who with no children of her own, cared for and treated young Charles like he was her own. Because of this stroke of luck in the game of life, Charles was able to learn much from his multiple tutors and became a refined gentlemen. When Charles was 14 he began learning the arts of war, being taught battle tactics and different types of combat with the many weapons of the world, Charles did very well with most weapons, his skill in the sword and dagger were almost unmatched in the local militia, but the weapon he took to the most and to his heart was the Bow and arrow, Charles loved the sounds of the bow as he pulled the string back and heard the twang and thump as he released the arrow from it perch on the string, and over the years he trained and trained with the weapon making it almost like it were another limb attached to his body. As Charles turned 17, he was placed in charge of the village's Archery training division and was now captain of all the men that were skilled enough with the bow. He taught each and everyone of the men under his command how to use and shoot the bow as if it were an extension of themselves, because of his skill and aptitude as a teacher his men were known as some of the finest archers in the lands where they lived. Charles's success brought him much fortune in these early years of his career, but not long after he gained this fortune did he grow bored with his life at the castle, just a few months after his 22nd birthday Charles decided to leave his home and to venture out in the world doing things that were of interest of him.
Two years after he had decided to leave his home and to explore the lands, Charles had taken to the work of a mercenary and offering his skills where they were needed, never going hungry or without enough money to get by, Charles was still living a decently great life. His travels eventually brought him to the lands of Akavir and where Charles would start a new chapter in his life, using his acquired skills, Charles was intent on living a life full of pleasures and experiences that he had continued to enjoy since he had left home.
Skooma Kills.
Staff Application:
What is your name?
Skylar
How old are you?
I am 16 years old.
What is your Timezone/Country?
(UTC-06:00) Central Time (US & Canada), United States.
How much hours can you spend on the server weekly?
Roughly 40-70 hours a week, 20-40 hours on weekdays, and 20-30 on the weekends.
How long have you been playing Minecraft?
Since November of 2011.
Where do your talents lie?
List:
I am in High School and have to take English Grammar and Writing classes, both of which I have very high grades in, so I am very educated in the English Grammar and Writing system. So I could help with writing and proof-reading documents.
I am a novice coder, taking classes at my school, but I am always eager to learn more and would be willing to give what help I can in the coding department if that is where I would be needed.
I have read hundreds of books, ranging from many different styles and genres, giving me quite a background with many different topics for ideas that could be used for lore and such.
I am an experienced roleplayer, and would be willing to help newer players learn some tips and other things about the terms and topics associated with Roleplay.
I'm sure I have other helpful skills that just aren't coming to me now, but will probably show up later when they are needed.
Do you have any experience moderating an rp-server whatso-ever?
I have moderated on a few servers, all of which being different ranks and classes of moderation.
If so, list these servers:
Tuxcraft-Roleplay-Admin, light rp server that shut down in December of 2011.
Midlands Rp-Roleplay-Game Moderator and Forum Moderator, a medium rp server that started about a month ago after being down for a few months, but the playerbase never picked back up, so now the server is just an empty 24/7 server with no playerbase.
How are you able to help us?
I believe that I would be able to bring another positive person to the community and staff team, giving fresh new ideas and my time to dedicate to the server in what ever way it is needed. I also have plenty of friends and people with deep pockets that love to roleplay that would donate to a server they believe in, and this server seems like a promising cause for all of us.
How would you describe yourself?
I am a kind, caring person with a quiet personality, but as I feel comfortable with new friends I soon begin to relax and open up, I have been roleplaying since I was about 12, playing on a variety of different games since then, though Minecraft is probably my favorite choice when it comes down to roleplay.
If we would, by any chance, do research about you, what would we find?
I have been banned twice that I know of/can remember, the first ban was when I was a noob so to speak and didn't know the concept of griefing, I had broken a few blocks to open a chest I believe and was banned for it, which I do know was the right thing to do by the staff even if I hadn't fully understood the situation back then, my second ban was for harassment, however I would rather speak privately about that ban if you would like to know more about it.
Are you a moderator, administrator or owner of any other servers at his moment? If so, list and link.
I am a Game Moderator on Midlands Rp, though I do not visit there often because there is no active playerbase. Link: http://www.midlandsrp.org/
Why should you be a member of the Staff?
I think that my ideas and background would be a positive addition to the server and staff, I have no problem with whatever work is handed to me and am always willing to learn new skills if that is what I must do. I can't wait to see the finished project of our hard work, and would love to see a great server emerge from said work, something that will last for a long time and be enjoyed by many. I hope this application shows my enthusiasm to join your community and do my part to help it thrive.
What position do you wish to acquire on the staff team?
Well, I would enjoy being a Roleplay Monitor because of my experience with Rp, but I wouldn't mind becoming a Whitelister until I could rise to the position of Rp Monitor.
What makes you a worthy candidate for this position?
I believe I would be a good choice for the Rp Monitor because I have been involved in many different communities for roleplay over the last 5 years, I have roleplayed on Minecraft. World of Warcraft, Dungeons and Dragons, Various Forums, and with Friends IRL. All of these communities have also been either Medieval Roleplay or Fantansy Roleplay and both are things I enjoy very much, I also read a lot, I probably read about one-two thousand page books every 2-3 weeks with each book being medieval or fantasy based.
Thanks for your time spent reading this and I hope this application proves that I have good intentions for this server project and wish to help it thrive.
Builder App
IGN: reidster338
Timezone: EST (USA)
Most active: Thursday-Sunday, evening times.
How long have you roleplayed? I started forum roleplaying about three years ago, and roleplaying with video games about one year ago.
Have you got any experience? I've built on multiple servers, some larger than others. I've written a fairly successful fallout fan-fiction over on the Bethesda forums, so writing is mostly my forte.
Why do you want this position? I love TES, I love roleplaying, and I love minecraft. I've wanted to be a true staff member of a server for quite a while now, and this is the opportunity I wish to take.
Notes- I won't be on Minecraft for parts of the week because my mother goes to work, but I will be able to access the forums and make posts. I also don't have access to teamspeak/skype.
And my oh my, does Skooma Kill!
Fixed it, I realized I missed it >.< I feel so dumb
OOC:
IGN: razanga
Age: 14 15 in Mar
Time you can dedicate: about 2-5 hours on week days more on weekends
Why us?: because i loved Sins of Our Fathers and want to do something with The Elder Scrolls too.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing is playing as a fictional character in a different time/place.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using OOC knowledge IC, such as heading straight from Whiterun to and undiscovered area on the map, such as the shrine of Boethia.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is controlling the fate of other people's characters, such as saying "punches argonian" when it should be "attempts to punch argonian". it's also doing something completely OP, such as "casts spell that kills everyone in a half mile radius".
IC:
Name: Uthgar of Bruma
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: late 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nord, blue eyes, black hair, 5-o'clock shadow, tall, and bulky (like most Nords)
Personality:Uthgar is your average Nord; loves to fight ,and have a good cup of mead, he's kind to his friends and will cut down anyone who threatens them.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Uthgar: thank you for the drinks Matilda, but i must go
Matilda: Oh, please don't go, i love having company.
Uthgar: im sorry, i'll be back soon, you have my word as a Nord.
Matilda: ok, be back soon, ill have fresh mead ready by then.
Uthgar: that will be great, be good Ulfric, and listen to your mother.
Ulfric: ok, when you come back can you teach me how to use a sword?
Uthgar: sure thing, but only if it's ok with your mother.
Matilda: it's fine with me, when you're gone who's going to defend the house?
Uthgar: the Imperials?
Matilda: after what happened at the fort? I think they're not going to be much help.
Uthgar: by the way, what did happen at the fort?
Matilda: *explains the battle at fort Iron Heart*
Uthgar: They lost? To Elves!? that proves they need more Nords!
Matilda: you must remember, Elves aren't as weak as you think.
Uthgar: I suppose you're right. But how could the Thalmor defeat a larger force? at a fortified position?
Matilda: the Elves had more mages. they rained fire from above.
Uthgar: maybe it's time i left, i need to get back to my post.
Matilda: ok then, stay safe!
Uthgar: *laughing* since when is anything safe in Akavir?
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
(im assuming the Imperial Legion won the Civil War in Skyrim)
Uthgar grew up in Bruma in Cyrodiil, but remained a true Nord because of his parents, who were from Skyrim. His family moved there after the Civil War in Skyrim to avoid persecution from the Thalmor for being Talos worshipers. His grand father, Uthgar the Unbroken, served the Stormcloaks during the war and when they lost he gave up hope for the freedom of Skyrim. When they got to Bruma they were surprised to see so much Nord heritage in a city in Cyrodiil. Growing up Uthgar learned to fight with a sword and shield from his grand father (because his father was a court official and didn't care for fighting). He learned fairly quickly, his grand father said ' you're a natural Nord!".
After about ten years of learning from his grand father Uthgar, wanting to be an adventurer, felt it was time to leave and start his own story. He gave his final goodbyes and left for Akavir, taking his family sword and shield, a Ebony blade and shield made by one of the finest blacksmiths in Skyrim over 150 years ago. It took several months to get there but when he finally did, he was surprised. it was nothing like what he'd seen in Bruma and Skyrim. Shortly after arriving he found out Akavir was full of undead. After fighting of about 5 of them off by himself he retreated to the nearest town he knew. After getting there he was met by guards demanding he hand over his arms. Uthgar, not knowing they were actually marauders in disguise, handed them over, not knowing he wouldn't see them again for quite some time. The first place he visited was the Inn. when he first walked in he noticed that everyone in there had a weapon and noticed; he had just been robbed. He ran out to try and find the men who stole his gear, but the only thing he found were footprints heading north, to a nearby mountain, looking to be half the size of the Throat of The World. he went back to the Inn and announced he would pay anyone who could help him track down the men who had robbed him. A woman looking to be about the same age offered to help. It took a few hours to reach the mountain, but when they searched the place all they found were skeletons wearing the guard clothes of the town they had come from. all their gold and weapons were gone.
Skooma kills!
Thank you Rockn'~
IGN:PrgGLaDOS
Age:14
Time you can dedicate: A few hours most days, i'll have to split up my time between this and SooF.
Why us?: Love the Elder Scrolls, I think it could be refreshing to have some non-Fallout role-play.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Adopting a fictional character and playing out their personality and abilities.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using OOC information IC in anyway, whether it's from character to character on a server, or something you learn in the OOC chat.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Controlling the actions and decisions of another character, or making OP roleplay that is unrealistic.
IC:
Name: Coriel Salorn
Nickname:
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Coriel is a Breton man, roughly 5' 3'', short for his race. He wears Forsworn armor, a light armor composed of untanned hides and bone, as well as a Forsworn headdress with a crack down the middle of the skull. He wields two extremely worn out Forsworn swords, the sharp bone and wood has broken off, turning both of the swords into large wooden clubs. He has a muscular appearance, and has scars across his body, where the armor doesn't cover his skin.
Personality: Coriel is courteous to most people he meets, but has a strong hatred for Nords. He holds very strongly to his worship of the Daedric Princes as well as his worship of Hagravens. He is quite suspicious of people, and is wary of people who ask him many questions.
In-game RP example:
Coriel- *Coriel walks into the pub, his is clad in Forsworn armor, and may look quite odd to those within*
Bartender- *The Bartender looks at him wearily, then continues to serve the people at the pub*
Coriel- *He sits down on a stool, glaring about the room, analyzing each person carefully*
Coriel- *Seeing no Nords, he turns to the barkeep*
Coriel- Do you rent out rooms here?
Bartender- None that are open, i'm afraid.
Coriel- *He lets out a long sigh* A glass of mead then.
Bartender- *He pours a glass of it and slides it towards Coriel*
Coriel- *He takes it and then turns to the man next to him, looking him over to see if he has a key to one of the rooms*
Man- *You see one*
Coriel- *He swings the glass hard at the mans head*
Man- *It hits, hard, and knocks him unconscious*
Bartender- What do you think your doing!? *He reaches to a mace behind the bar*
Coriel- I don't think he wants his room anymore!
*The pub erupts into chaos and fighting*
Background:
Psycological analysis performed by Jakob Zorn.
Patient is a breton, Coriel Salorn.
Patient- I've heard them speaking to me since I was young. Just a little milk-drinker i was..
Jakob- Who was speaking to you? Do they have a name?
Patient- The gods of course. The princes. The Daedra.
Jakob- Will you tell me what kinds of things they said?
Patient- *Ignores the question* I was born in The Reach you know. I was one of the Godspoken. Our tribe was the only one that had
Godspoken, the other tribes revered us...
Jakob- How many other "Godspoken" Were their?
Patient- Only a few, it ran in the families. My mother was Godspoken you know, her and my father raised me to follow the commands the gods gave me. That's why i'm here you know, in Akavir. The Princes told me to come here.
Jakob- What are they telling you to do here?
Patient- Well, there's the obvious things, like spreading their word and killing the Nords. Then there's the other stuf-
Jakob- Killing the Nords?
Patient- Oh of course. I've come a long ways to do the Princes bidding. I've received training from my parents, I know all about killing Nords.
Jakob- All right. I know enough. Listen to me, I don't think these voices are what you think, I think their-
*The remainder of the paper is blank, other than splotches of blood on the paper*
*Another paper lays beside it, it reads*
"Reward- Coriel Salorn, for assault, murder, and theft. Report any information to nearby authorities."
I've heard that there's this drug for sale. Something called Skooma. Apparently, it kills.
Real Name: Zachary
IGN: ZappyEnvy
Age:18
Time you can dedicate: Not able to specify, but highly dependent on school work and athletics.
Why us?: I enjoy the Elder Scrolls lore and world, and have never roleplayed on Minecraft before.
Define Role-Playing in your words: The action of living within the idea of a fictional character.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: My first time encountering this term, but it seems to be using outside information to gain an advantage in the roleplay, essentially destroying its concept.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using cheats or roleplaying in such a way as to make your character invincible.
IC:
Name: Erion
Nickname: Eri
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Medium height with toned muscles. Brown hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Quiet but experienced in many arts (namely herblore, hunting, and combat). To strangers it is very clear that Erion suffers from his past; his eyes containing a haunted look about them.
In-game RP example: The clearing darkened as the sun descended over the snow-capped mountains to the east. The forest swayed in the crisp wind, bringing with it a faint whistling sound that persisted throughout the rest of the night. The air was filled with the scent of pines and cedars, and a coming storm. Everything was beautiful, picturesque in every essence, except that is for the very-well concealed hunter. In dun-coloured and green garb, with a masked hood, his blue eyes peered out of the darkness of that hood to survey the clearing. They took in every detail, as they were trained to do. Without looking down he positioned his arrow back onto the string of his bow. His breath came out in white mist as the night turned frigid. But then the tranquility of the night was disturbed, for a deer had cautiously emerged from the tree line opposite the hunter. It also surveyed the clearing, a smart instinct by the deer, but stopped once its eyes fell on the thistle plant. Snorting, the deer walked up to the thistle plant and began to eat at the flowers. Within seconds the arrow hit the left side of the neck of the deer. Immediately it reacted, rearing up and trying to squeal, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle. A second arrow struck the animal in the left side, piercing its heart. The deer froze, then collapsed into the brush. A full minute passed before the hunter emerged from his position. He walked with purpose to his kill, the bow strung behind his back now. He knelt down next to the deer and placed his index and middle fingers of his right hand on the deer's forehead.
"I apologize for the painful death," he murmured.
Background: Erion was born in Skyrim during the first years of the civil war. The turmoil of its beginning tore his family apart at the early age of 2, his father joining the Stormcloaks and his mother fleeing to Solitude with her son. His life was simple, as he learned how to hunt in the northern territories of Haafingar, and was taught to fight with a sword by the Imperials. Unfortunately, a Dark Brotherhood assassin killed his mother, sent by his father, and the assassin took Erion. There he learned how to make himself a lethal weapon, learning unarmed special combat, stealth, advanced training with a bow, and how to use his sword as more of an extension than a tool.
But after a particularly gruesome assignment, Erion became unnerved and killed one of his fellow assassins. Once word reached the Brotherhood they tried to kill him, but Erion relied on his advanced skills to elude his enemies. He lived in seclusion for a time in Falkreath, assisting the community with more dangerous tasks, until the dragon attack. The dragons crushed the Falkreath economy and killed many of its people, and eventually drove Erion to Riverwood. There he met the Dragonborn, and with him he killed a powerful, ancient dragon on a roost above Falkreath. But as Tamriel turned in on itself, and Erion's going-ons with the Dragonborn became more common news, the Brotherhood once again attempted to slay him. Killing another of the assassins during his escape, Erion fled to the continent of Akavir in the hopes of once again throwing off his past.
I can help in any capacity you need me to, but I have no experience in building, and little in unofficially moderating. But, regardless, I'm available if you let me know a little early.
Skooma Kills
IGN:PrgGLaDOS
Age:14
Time you can dedicate: A few hours most days, i'll have to split up my time between this and SooF.
Why us?: Love the Elder Scrolls, I think it could be refreshing to have some non-Fallout role-play.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Adopting a fictional character and playing out their personality and abilities.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The act of using OOC information IC in anyway, whether it's from character to character on a server, or something you learn in the OOC chat.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Controlling the actions and decisions of another character, or making OP roleplay that is unrealistic.
IC:
Name: Coriel Salorn
Nickname:
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Coriel is a Breton man, roughly 5' 3'', short for his race. He wears Forsworn armor, a light armor composed of untanned hides and bone, as well as a Forsworn headdress with a crack down the middle of the skull. He wields two extremely worn out Forsworn swords, the sharp bone and wood has broken off, turning both of the swords into large wooden clubs. He has a muscular appearance, and has scars across his body, where the armor doesn't cover his skin.
Personality: Coriel is courteous to most people he meets, but has a strong hatred for Nords. He holds very strongly to his worship of the Daedric Princes as well as his worship of Hagravens. He is quite suspicious of people, and is wary of people who ask him many questions.
In-game RP example:
Coriel- *Coriel walks into the pub, his is clad in Forsworn armor, and may look quite odd to those within*
Bartender- *The Bartender looks at him wearily, then continues to serve the people at the pub*
Coriel- *He sits down on a stool, glaring about the room, analyzing each person carefully*
Coriel- *Seeing no Nords, he turns to the barkeep*
Coriel- Do you rent out rooms here?
Bartender- None that are open, i'm afraid.
Coriel- *He lets out a long sigh* A glass of mead then.
Bartender- *He pours a glass of it and slides it towards Coriel*
Coriel- *He takes it and then turns to the man next to him, looking him over to see if he has a key to one of the rooms*
Man- *You see one*
Coriel- *He swings the glass hard at the mans head*
Man- *It hits, hard, and knocks him unconscious*
Bartender- What do you think your doing!? *He reaches to a mace behind the bar*
Coriel- I don't think he wants his room anymore!
*The pub erupts into chaos and fighting*
Background:
Coriel was born into a tribe of Forsworn in the The Reach. This particular tribe was different from all the others. A form of genetic Schizophrenia ran in the families of the tribe. Convinced it was the voice of the Daedric Princes, their gods. The "Godspoken" of the tribe, or those with the schizophrenia began to preach to other tribes of Forsworn. Coriel had been born with a particularly strong case of the condition. While most only heard the voices when they were older, he heard them even in his youth. He was a revered member of the tribe, groomed and raised to take control of it one day. That all changed when Tamriel began to fall into chaos.
When Skyrim began to fall, the Forsworn took advantage of it. Seeing the lack of government in the major cities, the Forsworn moved into action. The tribes moved into the cities, slaughtering all the Nords they could find, killing hundreds. But the Forsworn underestimated the abilities of society. The citizens of Skyrim banded together into militia and killed the groups of Forsworn. He had been to young at the time to take part in the combat, so Coriel was one of the few survivors of the "Godspoken" tribe. He became convinced that the voices wanted him to leave, to go to Akavir. He would follow their commands.
Coriel moved into Akavir, traveling a great distance, preaching of the Daedric Princes throughout his journey. As he arrives onto the continent of Akavir, he knew what the voices wanted him to do. He could hear his Princes so clearly.
"You are meant for great things Coriel. You will preach our word to all. You shall be the example to those who do not know of our truth. Will you preach our word? Will you do our bidding, no matter what the consequences?
He knew his answer. "Yes."
I've heard that there's this drug for sale. Something called Skooma. Apparently, it kills.
IGN: reidster338
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: A good bit of the day, Thursday-Sunday. The rest of the week is usually busy/filled with soccer/ school. I can still log onto the forums and check things not related to minecraft during that time, though.
Why us?: Well, I love AngelEyes and his RP-Text based methods. It allows for extremely flexible-fun RP that can't be done in traditional PVP RP servers.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is playing the role of a fictional or real character in a separate universe that you yourself cannot enter. You act out the emotions, trials, travails, and experiences that this character goes through.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the act of knowing or being aware of something in RP, when being aware of such knowledge in real life would be impossible. That could be taking information from a forum, a spoiler, or from a past-dead character and using this information IC on your current character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being extremely powerful, dodging hits with mysterious ease (*dodges*), and just doing things that would be physically impossible in real life.
IC:
Name: Ri'Dato
Nickname: Dato
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dato is an exquisite Khajit. He has dark, multicolored fur that is thick yet soft in its own way. He stands around 5'10, and is built with a lean frame. His legs are the highlight of his appearance, being long and muscular. His face is furry and multicolored, yet his eyes are a solid yellow that can pierce even darkness. The solid black orbs in the center seem small, almost distant. The rest of his features are rather straightforward. He has long black ears, a perky gray nose, and a thin, long chin. To most Khajit, he is considered quite handsome and an alpha male of sorts.
Personality: Dato is an ambitious Khajit, who hates the stereotype cast down upon his race. He wishes to prove the other races wrong, he wants to be a leader, a hero. Dato only converses when necessary, he is usually reclusive and always looking for ways to take advantage of others. He often speaks of building a great empire, where all races can get along together. When other Khajit look at him, they think of him as a great leader, someone who can bring them to their salvation. He is generally hostile to those who use racist terms/beliefs.
In-game RP example:
Dato: Greetings, fellow Khajit.
Khajit Warrior: Greetings, Ri'Dato, peace-bringer.
Dato: Are your men ready...?
Warrior: We are always ready, peace-bringer.
Dato: Good, sound the horn and we take the venom-spitters by surprise.
Warrior: Of course, Ri'Dato.
Dato nods and sprints back into the woods. The smell of blood soon meets his senses.
Background:
Ri'Dato wasn't always a leader. He wasn't always ambitious. No, as a matter of fact he was quite introverted in his younger years. Preferring to keep to himself, he took up an interest in magic and reading. While he was never successful with magic, he learned how to read and write from a young age. He enjoyed the epics of heros, the tales of glamor. As Tamriel slowly plunged into chaos, Dato plunged into stories of old. Only when his peaceful village was ransacked when he was 10, did he finally come to a conclussion that he had to step up, or the rest of his village would soon succumb to chaos. So he stepped up. He learned how to fight, to hunt, to scavenge. He learned the lay of the land, and at the young age of 15, even his village's greatest warrios looked at him as a great asset.
Then things went wrong. His village fell prey to a massive band of rogue soldiers, and after several devastating attacks, the occupants of his village were forced to move elsewhere. The mass exodus killed many of the inhabitants of his village, as most of the elders couldn't survive the journey. After three years, and multiple boched attempts at recreating a village, Dato decided the best bet at surivival for his his clan was to cross the ocean, and enter Akavir. He had heard stories that many other races had begun to do so. So only naturally, he believed his group of Khajit could too. The journey to the shore was difficult for his clan. They lost most of their warrios, and almost all of the elders. They now looked to the young Khajit Dato. Even his parents did.
When they finally found a captain willing to take them across the ocean, they had to give up all their possessions to do so. The greedy captain gladly took them across the ocean, and during the trip, many of the Khajit fell victim to an unknown disease. When they did reach Aakvir, only thirty-three of the once thriving clan remained. Dato, now 22, began to lead the clan to a brighter future. But overtime, Dato came to a realization that Akavir was quite dangerous, and rebuilding his clan into a proper community would be harder than he first thought.
SKOOMA! SKOOMA! IT LI-KILLS!
IGN: alexr2000
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 4-8 hours a week.
Why us?: I played on Skyrim RP servers
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) It's when you take the role of a character, and act and live like them.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When someone uses information they know OOC, and use it IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
IC:
Name: Parin Svangard
Nickname: (Optional) Parie
Age: 23
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black hair, leather shoulder pads, black short beard, grey pants, blue eyes
Personality: Quiet, shy, secretive
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Parin's Dad: "Hey Parin. Come see your grandfather."
Parin's Grandfather: "Hello, my grandson. I have something for you"
*He pulls out a bow and arrow set*'
Parin's Grandfather: "Here. These were mine when I was a young man. These arrows killed Dragons and Trolls and Giants.
Parin: "Wow!"
Parin's Grandfather: "I've had them for long enough. These are yours now."
Parin: "Really? Thank you Grandfather!"
Parin Grandfather: "It's my last possession that I care about. Take care of it with your life."
*Parin's Grandfather slowly shuts his eyes, and passes on*
Parin: "I love you..."
*A tear runs down his cheek, falling gently on the floor*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
23 years ago, a boy was born. This boy was Parin Svangard. Parin grew up in a small village with his family and friends. Parin and the boys were taught to hunt at a young age, and brought in meat for the community. He lead a happy life, and a good one at that. When Parin was 17, his grandfather was dying. Parin's grandfather was a great man, and he kill many dragons and beasts when he was young. On his deathbed, he gave Parin his bow. This bow was solid steel, carved with elegancy. Along with it came 50 arrows. Bronze tipped and with an ebony shaft, this was the finest weapon in all of the land.
Parin never used his grandfathers weapon out of honor and respect. When Parin turned 18, he left home to adventure and live off the land. He lived in forests and mountains, and became a very happy man. One night, a Troll snuck into his cottage, and knocked him out of bed. Parin scrambled for his sword, but the Troll smashed him into the ground, landing on the stone floor of his basement. Parin looked up, and could see the shadow of the beast climb down the stairway. He quickly glanced around the room, and saw his grandfathers bow lying on top of a crate. Parin stumbled over, and grabbed the bow. He turned around, and the Troll was already on the other side of the room. Parin notched an arrow on the string, pulled back, and released. The arrow sailed through the air, and struck the mighty beast in the chest. The Troll toppled over, and smashed on the ground. Parin quickly ran over, and made sure that the Troll was dead. Parin tied a rope to its ankles, and dagged the Troll out of his house. He laid the on the ground, and wondered what to do with a 200 pound Troll. Parin thought, and decided what to do. He went inside, grabbed a flint and steel, and set the Troll ablaze. Parin sat down on a log, and slowly drifted to sleep. When Parin woke up, he found his house on fire! The flames from the Troll had caught his cottage on fire! Parin rushed inside, and grabbed everything he could. The smoke rose to the ceiling, suffocating him. Parin rushed out, and stumbled down a snow bank. He watched as the fire and smoke consumed his home. Parin turned around, and started walking away. With him was food, clothes, money, and his Grandfathers bow. Parin walked over the hill, greeted by the rising sun. Looking onward, the beautiful land of Akavir was awaiting.
Y'know what kills? Skooma. SKOOMA KILLS.
Do you have a specific texture pack in mind?
How many immigrants from Tamriel are there? Enough to make a kingdom or empire?
Are we going to set up the map with individual regions, like the lore for Akavir states?
OOC:
IGN:B1ue_Bar0n
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Weekends (any time) and week days from 2:30pm and later!
Why us?: I love the elder scrolls franchise and I see great potential for a great server! I also feel I can add a lot to the rp!
Define Role-Playing in your words: Well, first off, the surface definition of role play is portraying a character as if you are them. In a case like this through words. You must think and act as your character would in many given situations. What makes an rp good though is the community and the story they follow. It is so much better when five people who understand how to act as their character come together, rather than 100 people who just don't.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The use of OCC knowledge in RP situations. (Hearing through solid walls/creating how situations will play out before they do/learning secrets and non-obvious traits)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Roleplaying in a God-like way. For example
"The punch had no effect due to his spontaneous metamorphosis. He now had iron skin."
Or.
"He suddenly was a millionaire as a large sack of gold dropped from the sky!"
IC:
Name: Vixen
Nickname: Vix, The Gold Lion/Gold Lion
Age: Thirty Two
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dressed for speed, Vixen wears black leather pants along with a black leather jacket. Beneath the jacket he wears a white silk shirt with ruffles bellow the collar. He wears his trademark black headband across his golden hair which flows well past his shoulders. His black collar is usually popped up on his jacket. His eyes are a rare cold blue which looks right through a person. His ears jut ever so from his golden hair. His long slender body in swift movement can appear as smoke does, in the wind.
Personality: His puckish smile is accompanied by his no nonsense attitude. He will smile even if he is about to rip off your head. He doesn't get visibly angry easily but he will often give out a bitting comment with a big smile. He hates feeling inclosed, so if he has the option he will always have a door or window open. Vix is very determined and once he sets out on something he wont give up easily. He is very curious. If Vix hears of a giant fire spitting monster a thousand miles away, he will want to go see it. Despite his cheerful smile and warm hugs he is not someone to be crossed. He is a force to be reckoned with and once he is pushed, he will shove back and wont stop until his enemy is in a corner. He holds a mean grudge, once his loyalty is broken he will never even attempt to build it back.
In-game RP example: The tavern was empty tonight. A small girl worked the bar, human by the look of it. Her dark hair was accompanied by light skin, and bright eyes. Most likely a nord. Vix was at the far end of the bar, drinking some ale and munching on a roasted chicken. It was late, probably around midnight, when three brutish looking individuals walked in. Red guard men, the three of them, coming in from Yokuda they traveled north. They clearly weren't wearing the proper clothes for the weather conditions up here. They were shaking, and had frost on their cloaks.
The bar maid offered them something warm to eat and some blankets she had in the back. They politely accepted with many thanks. She brought over the blankets, and they grabbed her. "Now my dear, we will be taking these and whatever gold you have here!" the one holding her yelled.
"I wouldn't do that my southern friend." Vix said from the bar.
"Oh and what are you going to do about it, elf?" Vix turned around, smiled, and then threw a dagger into his head. The other two charged, but dropped the nord bar maid. He flipped behind his bar stool and kicked it. It struck the two of them who fell back. He then pulled out his remaining daggers and placed them in his hand. He threw two, hitting one in the hand, pinning him to the floor, but missed the other who got up and slashed with his curved blade. Vixen spun, but not fast enough. The blade grazed his left arm. He came out of his spin and proceeded to kick up, but catch the brutes head with his boot on the way down. The man was crushed to the floor under the force of his kick. His black cloak moved with him like a river as he ran towards the man pinned to the ground and pounced on top of him. "Now, apologize to this woman and get out, please." He said with a smile. The man scrambled out the door, screaming "My greatest apologies! My greatest apologies!" over and over again in is south western accent.
Background:
(NOTE, based on more lore this might change if I find a better race when they are made!)
Born in the north, Vixen was an anomaly since birth. His father was a high elf, his mother a nord. He was abandoned by his father because he couldn't live with a tainted bloodline. He left, and his mother took care of him. She wasn't to fond of having a halfling child so she ignored him, but provided for him. He always kept that smile on, an illusion to the reality of the sad loveless child who just wanted to cry and run. He had is mothers golden hair and features, but his fathers eyes and ears. That wasn't all he got from his dad. His talent for magic was passed on as well. It was clear from a young age that he could bend reality with his hands. What scared the rest was his talent for the darker side of magic. He was a natural with Illusion, alteration, and the fire aspect of destruction.
He ran from home and found his place with the warriors guild. He made a name for himself as a battle mage, and with his talent he quickly rose to the top. When he was twenty he was sent on a mission to a cave of vampires, with another five warriors. Things went ugly and that was when something woke up inside him. He developed a spell in which he used destruction magic to make himself a mane of flames and burning claws. His roar of flame burned the five vampires attacking them to ash and he gained the name "The gold lion" for his golden hair and his dangerous roar. (note this was not a shout,but a very powerful fire blast spell/flame wall spell in which he places both hands in front of his mouth.)
When war hit he was sent into battle. He fought and when his whole battalion was killed, along with the majority of his friends from the fighters guild, he grew distasteful of war and set out to live away from it.
Skooma kills
You forgot *dodges*
I didn't!
-Do you have a specific texture pack in mind?
So far we havent selected or edited a texture pack. Thats not really on my list of to-dos just yet as its an easier task.
-How many immigrants from Tamriel are there? Enough to make a kingdom or empire?
Not sure about an actual count as far as players go, I assume most will be immigrants. I will post a link for current lore about Akavir. There are 4 new races. I suggest if someone decides to use an Akavirian race, they should keep the events low key as to not conflict with our future lore we havent completley laid out yet. There will be a few npc towns/settlements from Tamriel. Maybe enough to make a smaller faction, possibly a small empire. Its mostly up to the players on what we should do.
-Are we going to set up the map with individual regions, like the lore for Akavir states?
Yes. I have a very nice map layout with Akavirian territories, regions, and a few towns set. I may post a picture soon. There isn't an actual Bethesda Akavir map out there but there is one very nice map that may be the closest to actual Elder Scrolls fiction that there is and its used in some fan circles. We are using that.
IGN: alexr2000
Timezone: EST (Eastern US Coast)
How much time are you able to dedicate: I'm usually able to play from anywhere around 4:00 PM - 10:30 PM.
Do you have any staff experience: I ran my own Bukkit server in Beta, and I'm an Admin on my cousins private server. I've been Head-Guard on a prison server once.
Why should you be a Staff member: I have a lot of experience as staff. I'm mature for my age, and I take RPing seriously. I can be on late, and I have a lot of RP experience, so I can help out new players to get the most out of the server experience. I'd consider myself patient, and I know how to work with other people.
Any other information: I have a Skype, and I can PM you it incase you need to contact me for any occasion.