Why did you choose us?: I've been looking for a good role-play server, and yours sounded good
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: yes, it's drackenfira
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: the kingdoms of aeonis server and some minor servers that don't even exist anymore
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I got into role-play servers last year, and i think Im in between pro and moderate
Did you read the rules?: No
Did you read the lore?: Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Alexandr "Xandr" Firestrike
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
(at least two sentences)Personality: Xandr is a grumpy, somewhat self-centered man. He has a caring side, but it isn't seen often. He also dislikes most humans, he thinks they are too obsessed with money. He also doesn't often use his medical skills on other people. His exceptions are children, people who have children with them, and people who will for sure die with out his help.
(at least two) Hobbies: Reading, Writing, drinking, and swordfighting.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: He broke his leg when he was escaping the cult (more down below) and it never healed right, so he needs to walk with a cane (stick), and he has to walk slowly if he's been sitting for a while. He also has a dislike of his fellow humans, with the exception of children. He also may be slightly insane.
Strengths: He is very intellegent; he can read and write at an advanced level, he also has medical skills, and he is a moderate swordfighter
(At least 400 words) Biography: Xandr was born in a cult up on a mountain. His parents were way into the cult, his dad was second in command, and his mom was the cult's religious leader. He on the other hand, completely hated it, and completely hated his parents. When he was 14, he made a plan to get away. He just needed someone else in with him. He searched and searched, but he couldnt find any of the cultists sons or daughters who didn't hate the cult. He searched for a year, and then he found her. She was the cult leader's daughter, the person who he least expected to hate the cult. She hated it in secret.
She and him broke into the armory, each took a bow and a sword, and ran. Unfortunatly, Xandr Tripped over a fallen log, and fell down the mountain. He cried out in pain, alerting all the cult members. He yelled to the cult leader's daughter (who's name he can't recall anymore) to run, but she didnt. She shot three men with a bow, and hit them all straight through the heart, Xandr shot his bow, and missed every shot he took. She helped him up, but he fell down again, this time falling off a cliff.
He landed in some water deep water, and passed out.
He woke up on the shore, and ran, despite his pain, he just ran away from that mountain. He found a town, where he met one more sin that he'd never seen: greed. The people in the town where obsessed with money, doing everything they could to make it. He eventually found a doctor, who patched up his leg the best he could, but he had already injured it beyond complete healing, he would have to deal with it the rest of his life. The doctor took him in, taught him, gave him access to his library, and Xandr learned as much as he could. Not just about medical stuff, but everything he could. Then, he packed up and left, off to find out what happend to the cult leader's daughter.
Then one day, he found out his greatest friend, the doctor, had passed away. He went into a deep depression and vowed never to have any friends again, a vow which he may break because of the way people are. About a month after the vow, a man approached him. He was a big, burley man, with a thick black mustache, and no hair on his head. He gave Xandr a flier for a new bar that was opening, and if he brought the flier, he would get a buy 1, get 1 free deal. So he went, despite him never having any strong drink like that before. He later woke up in the alley behind his house. He had no idea what had happened the night before, and it turns out, he was an alchoholic.
A year passed, and he wanted to learn to use a sword. If he was going to find the Cult Leader's daughter, then he was going to need to learn to use one. Most sword trainers he went to were about money, wouldn't train him because of his leg, or they just didn't have the patience to teach him. He searched and searched, until he found an old woman in the woods. Somehow she knew that he was looking to learn to use a sword, and she said she would teach him. He almost burst out laughing, but he held it in. And for years she trained him, she made him run faster, dodge quicker, and learn more tactics than he thought were possible. Then, she too passed away, but in her sleep. He took her sword, buried her, and walked sadly away from her cottage in the woods. He would later blame himself for her death, because she wasn't in the shape to train anyone.
When he thought he was ready, he went up to the mountain where he'd escaped from 10 long years ago (he was 25), and when he got there, he found something shocking. The whole place where the cult had been, was gone. Everything, the armory, the mess hall, even his house. If you'd come, you would just think that it was an ordinary mountain. He searched the surrounding area for 2 days, but he didn't find anything. The only sign he could find that it was the same mountain, is the spot where he'd broken his leg. He sadly went down the mountain, his search for the girl would have to come to an end at this time, hopefully he would hear something around town, or she would find him, but for now he would have to wait.
One year later he still waits; waiting, watching, and listening. Hoping that some news of her would come up... Until He did get a lead.
He heard of a cult on a nearby island, one with values and traditions similar to the cult that he'd escape from. He may not be able to afford the trip back if he went, but that was the only lead he had, and he wasn't about to let that go, so he bought a trip to the island. It was a long, uneventful voyage. And when he got to the island he realized he didn't know where to search. He couldn't just go tromping through the woods, that would take ages to find them. So, once again, he waited, watched, and listened, hoping once again, he would get a lead. Now he is 27, and he is still looking for that lead, he has found some, but they were all false, but he still waits.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Ignore him, unless the thief comes near, then he would trip him with his cane, take the bread, and give it back to the baker
Someone insults your mother: Shrug it off, then walk away, maybe even say to the other person, "yes she was..."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: Ignore it, greed is one of the greatest thing that holds us humans back.
I haven't seen an interesting roleplay server in a while so I decided to try this one
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?:
Yup. Its iTrueAzn
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?:
I've played on a few servers but I've forgotten most of them. The recent one I played on was this server known as Legends Wildlands.
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.):
I'm pretty good at roleplaying. I can create and run with a story well and have a creative mind
Did you read the rules?:
Yes mighty overlords.
Did you read the lore?:
Ummmmmm. Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore! c:
IC:
Name:
Grandmaster Shiang Wu
Age:
73
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
(at least two sentences)Personality:
I am a wise, old monk. My time spent in the mountains have made me disconnected to human creations.
(at least two) Hobbies:
Meditating
Training
Studying
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws:
Slow and old outside of combat
Strengths:
Can fight with amazing prowess even compared to some mighty, youthful warriors. Also has a very high level of intellect, on par with the elves.
(At least 400 words) Biography:
I've been meditating high in the Tridion Mountains for several decades. My training has made me able to punch through boulders with one strike. With my staff, Jingharu, I can swipe away an avalanche moving at high speeds. Jingharu has been crafted from the mighty tree Gilldrey. As long as Gilldrey stands, Jingharu cannot be broken. I returned down due to a group of mercenaries ransacking my hometown. Due to my time spent up there, the world has become alienated to me though. Anyways, with a battlecry I charge down the mountain to save my village. The first mercenary I see is smashed by my staff and sent flying. I strike down another three before I'm noticed by a large group. They stare mystified at the crushed skulls of their allies. By an old man no less. With a sly smirk I taunt them to try and attack. What appeared to be the leader of the raid saunters up to me and says, "Ha. Old man you've made a mistake in fighting us." With no reply, I bow and initiate the fight. A swift instep brings me in range to attack. With a single jab I break his armor and launch him into a house. Instantly the rest of the mercenaries jump onto me. Spinning my staff in a whirlwind of death I knock all of them away in a tornado of bodies. Most of the men died and those who survived didn't last long in the surrounding forest. The townspeople return and thank me for saving the town. A few even recognize me from my younger years in the town. The men of the village loot the dead mercenary party and get weapons and armor to defend themselves. Once I've made sure the town is well defensible I decide to head out and search for more in need of help. After traversing slowly through the jungle I come upon a kingdom. A kingdom under siege from the greenskins. With orcs beating the walls into rubble and crude siege engines being operated by trolls it was a scene of chaos. I leap into the fray and start killing the greenskins. Smashing their siege machines I catch glimpses of archers and soldiers watching in awe. I stop and shout, "What are you waiting for? Do you want to live forever?" The army then snaps out of their trance and streams out to help fight. The greenskins were being felled left and right till the last one was stabbed by a pike and put up as a trophy. The king himself comes out to thank me and asks if he can do anything for me. I need supplies and money for my travels, and possibly a horse to ride. All was provided for me, and with a thanks I depart. I journey through the lands and help several other towns and kingdoms. By then I had become well known throughout the land for my deeds. One day, I happen upon this keep under fire. As I swiftly approached I saw a band of corrupted elves firing upon a dwarven scouting party. After I killed them and cleaned my staff I stood at the cliff side as the dwarves approached. My actions haven't been popular with the dwarves and I though this would make it better. I smile and am returned with a battleaxe flying towards my head. I duck and try to fight them only by disarming and knocking out. Sadly I end up being knocked of the cliff, and I watch as Jingharu spirals down next to me and I close my eyes and accept my fate. I wake up on a beach with Jingharu laying next to me. I pick my staff up, dust the sand of off my robes, and go search for more in need.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker:
"Young one, there are many other ways to make a living. Thievery is no way to make your life out to. Use your abilities of hiding and sneaking for good and act as a spy for the kingdom."
Someone insults your mother:
I give them a look and say, "My mother has been long dead, and I will not have you disrespect her memory. I will ask you to repent for that statement or I shall have to, as they say, teach you a lesson."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace:
"Ma'am, I must say that necklace looks beautiful on you. You remind me of my daughter, young and pretty. I must ask though, may I buy it off of you? I need a gift for her and I cannot seem to find a necklace like that. I will even give you this. (Pulls out sapphire) This shade of blue is extravagant but the smith will not accept the jobs of a wanderer. So what do you say?
Why did you choose us?: I wanted an RP server, and this was the only one I could find... =( But I'll still love you guys all the same...
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: No, I don't.
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: I have a lot, although little success. One of the servers just lagged really badly, due to it's over the top pluggin's. Another I "left" because I was so fed up with the Mod's and Admin's enforcing the rules only when they saw fit. (One of the people they liked stole and griefed from our kingdom, and instead of banning or kicking him for it, (Or even making him return it...) they said "Don't do that." and went on with their business, later some of my guys stole the items back, and were all banned for breaking the rules. (So I went off on the Mod/Admin's for being so bias, and they banned me...)
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I assume I'd be about Moderate, I do get a little into it, and stay in character as much as possible, although I do tend to get side tracked here and there.
Did you read the rules?: I read the "RULES"... If that's what you meant
(I presume it's to weed out the people that aren't putting the effort in, but no, I have not read your servers rules yet.)
Did you read the lore?: "Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!" (May I just say, that you like to do a lot of weeding out.)
IC:
Name: Averey
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
(at least two sentences)Personality: Avrilious is a strong, and level headed man. Who had mild tempermental issues when it comes to strangers insulting his friends, family, or army. He defends others without hast, and never talks down on others.
(at least two) Hobbies: Practicing (Swordfighting/Archery) and Fishing/Hunting.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Low stature. He isn't open minded when it comes to anything he has personal experiance with. Easily angered by people insulting his friends and family. Also rather poor at "Parkour" style running.
Strengths: Learns from mistakes. Good with the sword, and knowledgable (good for a human) with the bow. Has a lot of "practical" experiance and training.
(At least 400 words) Biography: (I noticed that you don't give any mention of current lore... So I'm just going to use generic terms if that's alright.)'
Averey was born into a family that was neither rich nor poor. His father served in the army, and as time went on, Avrilious would follow suit. For much of Averey's youth, he did not know his father, who was often away due to his job with the army. His childhood was rather easy going, and care free. With dreams of following in his father's footsteps Averey started to train so that he could also, once of age, join his father's beloved army. Although, with the training and preparation he began to get more and more aggressive, and couldn't control his aggression nearly as well as he once did. He kept on his path of giving in to his anger every chance he got, until the day that he almost killed another man in a fight that was started over a mere argument. Which rather than changing his ways, he merely ran away, to join the army. Although he always saw the army as a peace core, he soon learnt that they were actually looking for more thuggish characters, such as himself. It wasn't long into his career that he killed his first man, and the more he killed, the more he realised what his rage was turning him into, and the less he could live with himself killing for a profession. Averey took his leave, and went to see his father, who had recently retired from his life in the army. Averey sought out his father in hope for guidance, with great success. He soon began to control his aggressions and with that, began to have a new look on life, and a new respect for it. Afterwards, he returned to his life in the army, this time with a more defined sense of right and wrong. His newly found moral stance didn't bode well with his imitate superiors. They saw it as weakness and that he would start to hesitate when given orders. So they had him moved to a new division, which merely gave him the right opertunity to show a superior member of a more elite section of swordsmen what he had to offer. It didn't take him long to prove his worth to his new Commander Malin, which would prove to last over his career. Averey was very well trusted by Malin, who gave him a postion as in the garrisons in Oasis, which is where the backstory ends, and the future begins.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: He would try to intimidate the thief, drawing his sword, and yelling: "Stop!" as he proceeds to chase him for a little ways.
Someone insults your mother: He would try to ignore them the first time, although if they kept going, he would start a fight.
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: "That's a beautiful necklace, who designed it?"
Others:
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God damn-it! I'm not an Alcoholic! ...I'm just Australian
Accepted
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Slahnderr: Your accepted well done but make sure you to interact with everyone decreptlord: Your accepted but you must, MUST edit your race to either wood or high elf. It only a racial thing but it is nessasry for the server Remeber to check out the enjin. The ip is near the top of the first page.
King_Daniel
No problem at all. There you go. Thank you for the acceptance! I can't wait to get started.
OOC:
IGN: decreptlord
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Why did you choose us?: You seem like a very intelligent RP server, from what I've read on the original post.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: Yes, IllustriousEnvy
What is your experience with roleplayservers? What servers where they?: Whilst I don't have as much experience with roleplayservers, I do have a good grasp of roleplaying. I have been on few, though not long lasting servers, unfortunately I can't recall the names.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I haveRoleplayed for five years, Three of which have been paragraph-style roleplaying.
Did you read the rules?: No.
Did you read the lore?: Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Alcea
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf (at least two sentences)Personality: Alcea is a very calm woman. Though through meditation, she's become obsessed with the darkness, and all it entails. She doesn't talk as much, but is very perceptive of those she converses with.
(at least two) Hobbies: Lingering in darkness, offering (often innocent) sacrifices to please the voices in her head. She has yet to sate their thirst with a humanoid sacrifice, and doesn't wish to.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Alcea is a disease-minded woman, meaning her mind is full of voices and thoughts of darkness that usually consume her. Whilst daylight doesn't harm her skin, she likes to avoid it as much as she can. Alcea's skin is also darker toned, from her deep obsession, and her eyes have taken to a much darker hue of indigo.
Strengths: He can manipulate minds, with intimidation, he has, in no way, mental powers. His words are often a double edged sword. She is average for a woman of her age.
(At least 400 words) Biography: Alcea was born in the night, under an blue-tinted moon. Indeed, a hardly ever experiencable moment, the child of the night had been risen in the air, and hadn't shed but a single tear. The concern stretched as far as her immediate family, and her village's priestess, who saw over the labor. The child was deemed healthy, but was put under the care of the priestess, whom loved the child like she might her own daughter. Though as the child progressed she always seemed to linger in the dark, favor darker colored clothing, and wore a head-band woven from black cloth, where it came from was a mystery to her mother, and the priestess. Taking a large leap, the night before Alcea's fifteenth birthday, a second blue moon had risen. That was when she had started her deep thought, she had locked herself away in a room, that only the priestess might think to look in. She began a slumber-like meditation, that lasted but a week. When she had "awoken" again, her eyes were tinted a deep color, her once dark brown hair had become a silken blond, almost white, and her paled skin had become a darker shade. She wasn't exactly feared, but people generally avoided contact with her. Though she herself had become very used to this, it didn't bring her down. The priestess and her had done almost everything together. When Alcea was 16, she became a helping hand to the priestess, and didn't see her family as much as she did before this. She payed no mind to it, she knew her family loved her, but she knew being around them so much wasn't the best of choices for her. Instead she smiled, and greeted them during services and events that the priestess and she attended together. Alcea was clad in a dark dress most places she went, and still wore her head-band, she was physically the opposite of the priestess, a little bit on the thin side, liked her dark clothing, but the two of them got along like sisters. Alcea learned to cook, and even a small bit of farming before she was eighteen, it wasn't any major crops, but she knew how to carefully plant the seeds, and even speed up their growth. But, as she got older, her obsession with the darkness grew. You couldn't step foot in her quarters, it was either dimly lit with candles and old tomes strewn about, or it was even too dark to see, but the metaphorical creature she became in the dark could glide through that room like a leaf down a stream, and when confronted in the dark, she always seemed like more of a twisted figure, her silence with unnerving and her blank stare ate away at your thoughts. Though, the priestess was never shaken by Alcea, she smiled when confronted by the dark-skinned face, and even when Alcea was nineteen, she brushed the young woman's hair with her head in her lap until she fell asleep. And in the morning, she brought the young woman a fresh, smaller loaf of bread, and a strawberry flavored syrup like substance that she could NEVER get enough of. When Alcea was done eating her breakfast, she got dressed in her normal attire, then went about a more habitual schedule with the Priestess. It was until Alcea turned twenty two, it was then she decided to spread her desire for darkness, and travel to lands unknown to her, to see if she could test her skills with the world she had grown up in. She arranged with the priestess for a boat to a newer settlement, somewhere away from the village which had grown into a minor city. Somewhere, where nobody knew about her blue moon experience, or why she had been so oddly tinted. The priestess, with a sigh, had only but one choice, to let Alcea go off on her own, and so she let her, and set her off with what the now young woman wanted to take with her. (Sorry if this isn't long enough, but it's hard to stretch an idea like this without being either redundant or going into further detail and making it become a stale and predictable topic.)
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Avoid the situation, it's none of my business anyways, I'm sure someone will take care of it. If confronted by law officials, I would confess to having seen the beginning of the theft, but avoided the situation with my own safety in mind.
Someone insults your mother: Do not react the usual way. Instead, tell them, "Your insult is invalid, my mother was a saint-like woman."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: Do not approach, simply give a side-ways glance and assume she is of higher status than I, do not think to much more about the necklace, nor the woman. Thoughts should remain in the dark at all times.
Accepted
~~~~~~~~~~~ drackenfira: I don't see anything wrong with your app. Welcome.
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iTrueAzn: You haven't read all of the rules and your character is a bit over powered. Try toning him down a bit.
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Link to youtube channel which has blothera kingdom gameplay/tour: http://www.youtube.com/user/DarkestBrotherhood11
check out the twitter for information about up and coming videos and maybe server event ideas or such.
Accepted
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quintasticable: ummm, great way to make me confused with your OOC but anyway, welcome.
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check out the twitter for information about up and coming videos and maybe server event ideas or such.
I have a fairly important question: Why can't we leave the island? It's going to get awfully crowded awfully quickly if we aren't allowed to expand - especially since, if I join, I'm going to be bringing three other people with me and we'll eventually be building our own city.
I would suggest going through the enjin seeing if you can join your race for rp purposes, and don't worry, there will be new space. Oh, i would suggest going to the human kingdom page on enjin because we always need new builders cause im not the best
Link to youtube channel which has blothera kingdom gameplay/tour: http://www.youtube.com/user/DarkestBrotherhood11
check out the twitter for information about up and coming videos and maybe server event ideas or such.
Why did you choose us?:
I really liked the fact that you influence the lore.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?:
Yes, it's MadTucks
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?:
I adminned for two different servers, they were The Dark Road, and the Blackest Nights.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.):
In my opinion I'm a pro. I've been roleplaying for 3 years now, and I love roleplaying with others.
Did you read the rules?:
Nope.
Did you read the lore?:
Ummmmmm. Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore! c:
IC:
Name:
Renton Thurston
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
(at least two sentences)Personality:
A child at heart, He gets along with others easily and doesn't like to fight. He takes pride in his use with the sword as he is very skilled for his age.
(at least two) Hobbies:
Practicing with a sword, and adventuring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws:
As someone with a young mind, he may often cause himself trouble. He sometimes may act without thinking which may leave him to his ultimate demise.
Strengths:
He's very good at making friends and is skilled in combat.
(At least 400 words) Biography:
Renton was born and raised in a wealthy family known as the Thurstons. For miles many people heard this name as it was the name to some of the worlds richest people. Renton attended school in swordsmanship and was an accomplished fencer, reaching the highest tier among his peers. The Thurston name was well known throughout the land mainly for Renton's father, Adrock Thurston. Adrock Thurston was chief in command of military and general defences. Renton had a great life being rich, a well fighter, having a loving family, and even an arranged marriage even though he was only 13. However, one dayRenton returned home from school to find his mother murdered. Renton kneeled by the corpse of his dead mother and cried for hours. He had nowhere to turn, he ran to his fiance Delise's house. Renton was in tears and told her what had happened. Later, it was confirmed that his mother was murdered. Adrock had returned home to mourn the loss of his wife. Adrock had taken up alcoholism and was often hostile with Renton as a result. Renton and his father often fought everyday, blaming eachother for the murder of Renton's mother. After a long night with Delise, Renton returned home to find his father drunk. "Renton.. It's all your fault.." Adrock muttered. Renton argued "Maybe if you weren't gone all the time, you would have been able to protect her.." Adrock snapped, and had beaten Renton. The injured boy, limped from the Thurston residence to Delise's house. After being patched up, Renton realized that maybe if he had spent less time with his wife to be, then maybe he would have been able to save his mother. Renton had no future here in this land, his father was a drunk mess, the Thurston name was tarnished, and the thought of his fiance Delise just reminded him of his mother. Renton looked into the dark night and noticed a single star in the sky. Renton grabbed his sword and set out to follow the star, never to return to this land again. Renton roamed the land for a long year, learning to be a better swordsman along the way, many nights he felt like returning home but realized there was no future for him back home. He stays awake at night thinking of Delise and his mother. It seems he has come across a new land for him to explore, what lies in store for him?
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
A light tone, he never attacks unless he truly feels in danger or feeling he could serve some sort of justice.
You see someone steal bread from the local baker:
"Hand over the bread or I'll be forced to attack.."
I would suggest going through the enjin seeing if you can join your race for rp purposes, and don't worry, there will be new space. Oh, i would suggest going to the human kingdom page on enjin because we always need new builders cause im not the best
I will, but I'm not too keen on being confined to specific locales because that's where everyone else is. Without adventuring, things can get pretty dull. I'm not going to be by myself - there will be four of us (two magic-users, a dwarf and something that kind of isn't on the races list) - so there will be RPing going on... Just not until others come out seeking unsullied building space.
So I posted a topic on the Enjin forum asking about all the important stuff about two hours ago and figured I'd leave a note here too to make sure it gets seen and responded to in a timely manner.
Reread the rules, sorry I was going through it quickly and I overlooked something. Please re-read.
IGN:
MadTucks
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Why did you choose us?:
I really liked the fact that you influence the lore.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?:
Yes, it's MadTucks
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?:
I adminned for two different servers, they were The Dark Road, and the Blackest Nights.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.):
In my opinion I'm a pro. I've been roleplaying for 3 years now, and I love roleplaying with others.
Did you read the rules?:
No.
Did you read the lore?:
Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore! IC:
Name:
Renton Thurston
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
(at least two sentences)Personality:
A child at heart, He gets along with others easily and doesn't like to fight. He takes pride in his use with the sword as he is very skilled for his age.
(at least two) Hobbies:
Practicing with a sword, and adventuring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws:
As someone with a young mind, he may often cause himself trouble. He sometimes may act without thinking which may leave him to his ultimate demise.
Strengths:
He's very good at making friends and is skilled in combat.
(At least 400 words) Biography:
Renton Thurston lived far away in the city of Oasis as a kid. He and his family, the Thurstons were royal in this land. The family lived happily for what seemed like many years, Renton's father being chief in charge of the cities guards and his mother being a poet. Unexpectadly a tragedy happened, Renton's mother was murdered. Renton and his father could never get used to this news.. The Thurston's turned to the worst, behind closed doors Renton's father was abusive and a drunk. Renton later grew to fall in love with a young beautiful girl by the name of Anemone. Whenever Anemone saw a cut made by his father, she cleaned it up for him, whenever Renton felt alone in the world, Anemone was there to hold his hand and guide him through the sadness. Renton was no longer alone in the world. It later came to Renton's knowledge that Anemone was taken under custody of the police due to his father. Renton had befriended and fallen for a girl of the Montmorency family, rivals of the Thurstons. Renton was outraged and confronted his father for the first time in years.. and therefore had what was coming to him. Renton was beaten and forced to never see Anemone again, and to ensure this Renton was having an arranged marriage to an older woman at the age of only 13. Renton stood in his room one night overlooking the city, seeing the vast open plains and beautiful world. "What if I just ran away?" A thought struck in his head. He looked into the sky and saw brightest star in the sky. "I will follow that star, and be content with wherever it takes me." He sneaked out his front door and ran from Oasis. To this day he dreams of his mother and Anemone.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
A light tone, he never attacks unless he truly feels in danger or feeling he could serve some sort of justice.
You see someone steal bread from the local baker:
"Hand over the bread or I'll be forced to attack.."
Why did you choose us?: Roleplaying is fun. This Server looks fun.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: Yes. I don't wanty to make my Skype puplic.
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: None on minecraft. I have done some roleplays on other games, and with one of my friends a few times.
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I would say new since it's been a while. But I have a general roleplay attitude with any game I play, because I always like to think of back story and such.
Did you read the rules?: Obviously not.
Did you read the lore?:Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Fjorin Talmen
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
(at least two sentences)Personality: Fearful of most things that are not underground, for some reason a pig scares him more than a zombie. When he is underground he feels safe around the hard stone walls. He is curius in nature, which is why even though he fears things above ground, he still explores, and discovers new things.
(at least two) Hobbies: Smithing, and Exploring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Curiosity Kills the cat, but soon is may kills Fjorin. He will always "Dig too deep", to make use of an over used dwarf term. He also has lung problems, due to his family working in the blacksmithing industry while he was young.
Strengths: Most of his weapons are custom made by him, so he is able to make them close to perfect by his standards, ad he will know the weight, durabilty, and weaknesses of those weapons. It makes it easy for him to fight when he knows everything about his weapon.
(At least 400 words) Biography: Fjorin was born to a blacksmithing family. His mother and father both worked as blacksmiths, and were known for their fine craftmenship. Fjorin always thought he would also become a blacksmith, and from a young age he began to learn from his parents. He was enjoying learning from his parents, but his teaching came to a hault when his parents were called on by the king to aid in the war effort. The king was calling on all the best dwarven smiths to aid the war effort by become what the dwarves called battle smiths. Battle smiths stayed ear the battle field to make weapons for soldiers, and were able to custom make many weapons for soldiers, instead of the soldiers getting the usual issued weapons and armor. From that Fjorin was made to live with his uncle, who was a general goods merchant. Florin dodn't see this as a profession he wanted to persue, but sonce he was living with the guy, he had to help him in his shop to make ends meet. When Fjorin was old enough to move out and make a life of his own he began working full time in his uncles shop, since his uncle was getting old and not able to work as much. Fjorin did this for 20 years, until his uncle died. After this Fjorin seen no reason to work in the shop, and he began his new life, training to become a full time black smith. He did this for two years, after which he felt he was ready to re-open his parents blacksmith. His parents only came home once or twice a year, and they would always be getting requests from the towns people. Fjorin hopes to fill the need that his parents can not. He began working as soon as he could, and things were going good. Although he did not see his work as equal to his parents, he knew that what he was making were quality goods. About a year he re opened the shop he decided that he needed to move on from his old life, and he needed to stop trying to fill his parents shoes. He needed to make his own life, in a new place, so he said his good byes, and loaded up with his valubles. Now he is searching for a new town, but he is not used to the outside world, and even hearing a cow moo scares him more than the rattling of a living skeletons bones. But he is determined to make a life of his own.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Fjorin would yell "Put that bread back you brute!" . If the robber didn't comply, Fjorin would have to beat him to compliance.
Someone insults your mother: "Aye! My mother was picked by a KING to smith for his soldiers! What does your mother do, you brute?"
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: "That necklace looks mighty fine, almost as good as something my father could make."
Others:
A cow approaches: "Aye you brute, don't get any closer to me with your mooin' ."
An encounter with a blacksmith: " Aye you make out of metal too! What's the coolest thing you made? I've made a helmet with a dagger blade on the top. Eh, it wasn't very useful, unless you're a head buttin' brute."
Eating beef: " Who knew that mooin' brute would taste this good?!"
Encountered by a foe to strong to defeat: Fjorin would run as fast as he can, but due to his failing lungs, would soon have to stop and find the best place to hide or fight. Running with tiny dwarf legs is sometimes not as viable as fighting.
Why did you choose us?: I haven't found any good roleplay servers in a long time and I like the looks of this one a lot.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: I would rather not give this out on here but I'll gladly give you my skype if you ask me privately.
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: I've played and co-owned a couple. First was Dark Road, played that one but eventually became an admin. Then months after that rather died I helped co-found another with the owner of Dark Road called Blackest Nights. The last was a server called The Fellowship that didn't get off the ground too well but i also co-founded that one.
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I hate to sound cocky but I have roleplayed for a good few years now and I'd say I'm rather good at it.
Did you read the rules?: No
Did you read the lore?: Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Daeric Bloodmoor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
(at least two sentences)Personality: A nice young man, generally kind. Devoted to what he believes in. Can be very serious at times however.
(at least two) Hobbies: Swordsmanship and climbing
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: His devotion and memories of his past may push him to act without thinking. If this isn't good enough though I can perhaps write something additive in.
Strengths: Great with a sword and unarmed combat
(At least 400 words) Biography: Daeric grew up in a fine home, no problems. He grew up being fond of adventure and enjoyed playing with a sword. He had a strong work ethic, even had an apprenticeship as a blacksmith when he was in his teens. One day while at the blacksmith his house caught fire with his family locked inside. At the age of 17, working a full on blacksmith job by now still under his master, Daeric returning from his work, returned to find their home and many other buildings in town burnt. His parents nor sister survived. Daeric was rather withered by this. He cherished his family. (SO HE DECIDED TO TAKE REVENGE ON FIRE, joking joking I read the rules ) He decided it was time to leave. He became a nomad and started traveling. One day while roaming the desert, hungry and exhausted in the heat, he met a man who'd been camped there. The man went by the name Grim. Grim took him in, fed him and gave him water and a place to rest. Daeric ended up telling him his story and intrigued by the specific fact that Daeric enjoyed swordplay, Grim challenged him to a bit of a duel, handing him a sword. The two fenced a bit and both had shown skill but Grim won with little difficulty, perhaps having let the young man hold fast as long as he did. Daeric asked the man to help him hone his swordsmanship skills, to which the man felt no reason not to. Over time the two grew very close and the man revealed his past to Daeric over their travels together. Grim had been a trained killer, an assassin. He'd seen things in his life but he seemed still content with it overall. Daeric asked Grim to teach him the ways of being an assassin, as it was his thirst for adventure that drove him to hone such a background. Grim was reluctant at first but gave in and took Daeric on as an apprentice. Daeric learned fast and learned well, until the age of 22 when Grim's older age caught up with him and he had to settle down on traveling. Daeric was tempted to stay but still thought it'd be best if he kept moving, he'd gotten used to never having one set place to live. He traveled for another year which brings us to now, the rest? Well that depends what happens when he meets the others of the server, eh?
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions: Likes to keep himself aware of his surroundings, usually tries to think beforehand but if he has no time it won't bother him and he goes with his gut.
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Swiftly and without being seen. No dialog to it, but if I have to at knifepoint "The bread or your life" (obviously has no problem with killing)
Someone insults your mother: " off, mate"
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: "That's a fine necklace, miss."
Others: Overall Daeric is skilled in combat and prowess, but his ultimate flaw is the memory of his family.
The whole assassin thing is pretty common I'm sure, so I hope it's not cliche that I chose this. In the flaw factor, I understand it might be lacking but there's another applicant who is rolling/trying to roll a character that goes with mine and that we've done this pair before and my characters gets close to his as a mentor, and ends up protecting his character(his character is 15) often and treats him like family so he'll go to extra lengths to protect him, and hurting the kid is pretty much like hurting him. Hope this is all acceptable and hope my app is accepted. Can't wait to RP with you
... Gives a bad first impression. (Lying... Rather than manning up and admitting you were wrong.)
Making assumptions is also a bad impression, who's to say he's actually lying? I'm not saying he isn't but it's a bit harsh to make such an assumption.
I would suggest going through the enjin seeing if you can join your race for rp purposes, and don't worry, there will be new space. Oh, i would suggest going to the human kingdom page on enjin because we always need new builders cause im not the best
So I posted a topic on the Enjin forum asking about all the important stuff about two hours ago and figured I'd leave a note here too to make sure it gets seen and responded to in a timely manner.
Just thought I'd make sure that the apparent thread mod could see this. Sorry if I'm being a bother, but this server really interests me.
IGN: drackenfira
Age: 15
Gender: male
Why did you choose us?: I've been looking for a good role-play server, and yours sounded good
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: yes, it's drackenfira
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: the kingdoms of aeonis server and some minor servers that don't even exist anymore
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I got into role-play servers last year, and i think Im in between pro and moderate
Did you read the rules?: No
Did you read the lore?: Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Alexandr "Xandr" Firestrike
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
(at least two sentences)Personality: Xandr is a grumpy, somewhat self-centered man. He has a caring side, but it isn't seen often. He also dislikes most humans, he thinks they are too obsessed with money. He also doesn't often use his medical skills on other people. His exceptions are children, people who have children with them, and people who will for sure die with out his help.
(at least two) Hobbies: Reading, Writing, drinking, and swordfighting.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: He broke his leg when he was escaping the cult (more down below) and it never healed right, so he needs to walk with a cane (stick), and he has to walk slowly if he's been sitting for a while. He also has a dislike of his fellow humans, with the exception of children. He also may be slightly insane.
Strengths: He is very intellegent; he can read and write at an advanced level, he also has medical skills, and he is a moderate swordfighter
(At least 400 words) Biography: Xandr was born in a cult up on a mountain. His parents were way into the cult, his dad was second in command, and his mom was the cult's religious leader. He on the other hand, completely hated it, and completely hated his parents. When he was 14, he made a plan to get away. He just needed someone else in with him. He searched and searched, but he couldnt find any of the cultists sons or daughters who didn't hate the cult. He searched for a year, and then he found her. She was the cult leader's daughter, the person who he least expected to hate the cult. She hated it in secret.
She and him broke into the armory, each took a bow and a sword, and ran. Unfortunatly, Xandr Tripped over a fallen log, and fell down the mountain. He cried out in pain, alerting all the cult members. He yelled to the cult leader's daughter (who's name he can't recall anymore) to run, but she didnt. She shot three men with a bow, and hit them all straight through the heart, Xandr shot his bow, and missed every shot he took. She helped him up, but he fell down again, this time falling off a cliff.
He landed in some water deep water, and passed out.
He woke up on the shore, and ran, despite his pain, he just ran away from that mountain. He found a town, where he met one more sin that he'd never seen: greed. The people in the town where obsessed with money, doing everything they could to make it. He eventually found a doctor, who patched up his leg the best he could, but he had already injured it beyond complete healing, he would have to deal with it the rest of his life. The doctor took him in, taught him, gave him access to his library, and Xandr learned as much as he could. Not just about medical stuff, but everything he could. Then, he packed up and left, off to find out what happend to the cult leader's daughter.
Then one day, he found out his greatest friend, the doctor, had passed away. He went into a deep depression and vowed never to have any friends again, a vow which he may break because of the way people are. About a month after the vow, a man approached him. He was a big, burley man, with a thick black mustache, and no hair on his head. He gave Xandr a flier for a new bar that was opening, and if he brought the flier, he would get a buy 1, get 1 free deal. So he went, despite him never having any strong drink like that before. He later woke up in the alley behind his house. He had no idea what had happened the night before, and it turns out, he was an alchoholic.
A year passed, and he wanted to learn to use a sword. If he was going to find the Cult Leader's daughter, then he was going to need to learn to use one. Most sword trainers he went to were about money, wouldn't train him because of his leg, or they just didn't have the patience to teach him. He searched and searched, until he found an old woman in the woods. Somehow she knew that he was looking to learn to use a sword, and she said she would teach him. He almost burst out laughing, but he held it in. And for years she trained him, she made him run faster, dodge quicker, and learn more tactics than he thought were possible. Then, she too passed away, but in her sleep. He took her sword, buried her, and walked sadly away from her cottage in the woods. He would later blame himself for her death, because she wasn't in the shape to train anyone.
When he thought he was ready, he went up to the mountain where he'd escaped from 10 long years ago (he was 25), and when he got there, he found something shocking. The whole place where the cult had been, was gone. Everything, the armory, the mess hall, even his house. If you'd come, you would just think that it was an ordinary mountain. He searched the surrounding area for 2 days, but he didn't find anything. The only sign he could find that it was the same mountain, is the spot where he'd broken his leg. He sadly went down the mountain, his search for the girl would have to come to an end at this time, hopefully he would hear something around town, or she would find him, but for now he would have to wait.
One year later he still waits; waiting, watching, and listening. Hoping that some news of her would come up... Until He did get a lead.
He heard of a cult on a nearby island, one with values and traditions similar to the cult that he'd escape from. He may not be able to afford the trip back if he went, but that was the only lead he had, and he wasn't about to let that go, so he bought a trip to the island. It was a long, uneventful voyage. And when he got to the island he realized he didn't know where to search. He couldn't just go tromping through the woods, that would take ages to find them. So, once again, he waited, watched, and listened, hoping once again, he would get a lead. Now he is 27, and he is still looking for that lead, he has found some, but they were all false, but he still waits.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Ignore him, unless the thief comes near, then he would trip him with his cane, take the bread, and give it back to the baker
Someone insults your mother: Shrug it off, then walk away, maybe even say to the other person, "yes she was..."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: Ignore it, greed is one of the greatest thing that holds us humans back.
Others:
IGN:
IGN: Quintasticable
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Why did you choose us?: I wanted an RP server, and this was the only one I could find... =( But I'll still love you guys all the same...
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: No, I don't.
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: I have a lot, although little success. One of the servers just lagged really badly, due to it's over the top pluggin's. Another I "left" because I was so fed up with the Mod's and Admin's enforcing the rules only when they saw fit. (One of the people they liked stole and griefed from our kingdom, and instead of banning or kicking him for it, (Or even making him return it...) they said "Don't do that." and went on with their business, later some of my guys stole the items back, and were all banned for breaking the rules. (So I went off on the Mod/Admin's for being so bias, and they banned me...)
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I assume I'd be about Moderate, I do get a little into it, and stay in character as much as possible, although I do tend to get side tracked here and there.
Did you read the rules?: I read the "RULES"... If that's what you meant
(I presume it's to weed out the people that aren't putting the effort in, but no, I have not read your servers rules yet.)
Did you read the lore?: "Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!"
(May I just say, that you like to do a lot of weeding out.)
IC:
Name: Averey
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
(at least two sentences)Personality: Avrilious is a strong, and level headed man. Who had mild tempermental issues when it comes to strangers insulting his friends, family, or army. He defends others without hast, and never talks down on others.
(at least two) Hobbies: Practicing (Swordfighting/Archery) and Fishing/Hunting.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Low stature. He isn't open minded when it comes to anything he has personal experiance with. Easily angered by people insulting his friends and family. Also rather poor at "Parkour" style running.
Strengths: Learns from mistakes. Good with the sword, and knowledgable (good for a human) with the bow. Has a lot of "practical" experiance and training.
(At least 400 words) Biography: (I noticed that you don't give any mention of current lore... So I'm just going to use generic terms if that's alright.)'
Averey was born into a family that was neither rich nor poor. His father served in the army, and as time went on, Avrilious would follow suit.
For much of Averey's youth, he did not know his father, who was often away due to his job with the army. His childhood was rather easy going, and care free. With dreams of following in his father's footsteps Averey started to train so that he could also, once of age, join his father's beloved army. Although, with the training and preparation he began to get more and more aggressive, and couldn't control his aggression nearly as well as he once did. He kept on his path of giving in to his anger every chance he got, until the day that he almost killed another man in a fight that was started over a mere argument. Which rather than changing his ways, he merely ran away, to join the army.
Although he always saw the army as a peace core, he soon learnt that they were actually looking for more thuggish characters, such as himself. It wasn't long into his career that he killed his first man, and the more he killed, the more he realised what his rage was turning him into, and the less he could live with himself killing for a profession. Averey took his leave, and went to see his father, who had recently retired from his life in the army. Averey sought out his father in hope for guidance, with great success. He soon began to control his aggressions and with that, began to have a new look on life, and a new respect for it.
Afterwards, he returned to his life in the army, this time with a more defined sense of right and wrong. His newly found moral stance didn't bode well with his imitate superiors. They saw it as weakness and that he would start to hesitate when given orders. So they had him moved to a new division, which merely gave him the right opertunity to show a superior member of a more elite section of swordsmen what he had to offer.
It didn't take him long to prove his worth to his new Commander Malin, which would prove to last over his career. Averey was very well trusted by Malin, who gave him a postion as in the garrisons in Oasis, which is where the backstory ends, and the future begins.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: He would try to intimidate the thief, drawing his sword, and yelling: "Stop!" as he proceeds to chase him for a little ways.
Someone insults your mother: He would try to ignore them the first time, although if they kept going, he would start a fight.
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: "That's a beautiful necklace, who designed it?"
Others:
God damn-it! I'm not an Alcoholic! ...I'm just Australian
No problem at all. There you go. Thank you for the acceptance! I can't wait to get started.
OOC:
IGN: decreptlord
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Why did you choose us?: You seem like a very intelligent RP server, from what I've read on the original post.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: Yes, IllustriousEnvy
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: Whilst I don't have as much experience with roleplay servers, I do have a good grasp of roleplaying. I have been on few, though not long lasting servers, unfortunately I can't recall the names.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I haveRoleplayed for five years, Three of which have been paragraph-style roleplaying.
Did you read the rules?: No.
Did you read the lore?: Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Alcea
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
(at least two sentences)Personality: Alcea is a very calm woman. Though through meditation, she's become obsessed with the darkness, and all it entails. She doesn't talk as much, but is very perceptive of those she converses with.
(at least two) Hobbies: Lingering in darkness, offering (often innocent) sacrifices to please the voices in her head. She has yet to sate their thirst with a humanoid sacrifice, and doesn't wish to.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Alcea is a disease-minded woman, meaning her mind is full of voices and thoughts of darkness that usually consume her. Whilst daylight doesn't harm her skin, she likes to avoid it as much as she can. Alcea's skin is also darker toned, from her deep obsession, and her eyes have taken to a much darker hue of indigo.
Strengths: He can manipulate minds, with intimidation, he has, in no way, mental powers. His words are often a double edged sword. She is average for a woman of her age.
(At least 400 words) Biography: Alcea was born in the night, under an blue-tinted moon. Indeed, a hardly ever experiencable moment, the child of the night had been risen in the air, and hadn't shed but a single tear. The concern stretched as far as her immediate family, and her village's priestess, who saw over the labor. The child was deemed healthy, but was put under the care of the priestess, whom loved the child like she might her own daughter. Though as the child progressed she always seemed to linger in the dark, favor darker colored clothing, and wore a head-band woven from black cloth, where it came from was a mystery to her mother, and the priestess. Taking a large leap, the night before Alcea's fifteenth birthday, a second blue moon had risen. That was when she had started her deep thought, she had locked herself away in a room, that only the priestess might think to look in. She began a slumber-like meditation, that lasted but a week. When she had "awoken" again, her eyes were tinted a deep color, her once dark brown hair had become a silken blond, almost white, and her paled skin had become a darker shade. She wasn't exactly feared, but people generally avoided contact with her. Though she herself had become very used to this, it didn't bring her down. The priestess and her had done almost everything together. When Alcea was 16, she became a helping hand to the priestess, and didn't see her family as much as she did before this. She payed no mind to it, she knew her family loved her, but she knew being around them so much wasn't the best of choices for her. Instead she smiled, and greeted them during services and events that the priestess and she attended together. Alcea was clad in a dark dress most places she went, and still wore her head-band, she was physically the opposite of the priestess, a little bit on the thin side, liked her dark clothing, but the two of them got along like sisters. Alcea learned to cook, and even a small bit of farming before she was eighteen, it wasn't any major crops, but she knew how to carefully plant the seeds, and even speed up their growth. But, as she got older, her obsession with the darkness grew. You couldn't step foot in her quarters, it was either dimly lit with candles and old tomes strewn about, or it was even too dark to see, but the metaphorical creature she became in the dark could glide through that room like a leaf down a stream, and when confronted in the dark, she always seemed like more of a twisted figure, her silence with unnerving and her blank stare ate away at your thoughts. Though, the priestess was never shaken by Alcea, she smiled when confronted by the dark-skinned face, and even when Alcea was nineteen, she brushed the young woman's hair with her head in her lap until she fell asleep. And in the morning, she brought the young woman a fresh, smaller loaf of bread, and a strawberry flavored syrup like substance that she could NEVER get enough of. When Alcea was done eating her breakfast, she got dressed in her normal attire, then went about a more habitual schedule with the Priestess. It was until Alcea turned twenty two, it was then she decided to spread her desire for darkness, and travel to lands unknown to her, to see if she could test her skills with the world she had grown up in. She arranged with the priestess for a boat to a newer settlement, somewhere away from the village which had grown into a minor city. Somewhere, where nobody knew about her blue moon experience, or why she had been so oddly tinted. The priestess, with a sigh, had only but one choice, to let Alcea go off on her own, and so she let her, and set her off with what the now young woman wanted to take with her. (Sorry if this isn't long enough, but it's hard to stretch an idea like this without being either redundant or going into further detail and making it become a stale and predictable topic.)
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Avoid the situation, it's none of my business anyways, I'm sure someone will take care of it. If confronted by law officials, I would confess to having seen the beginning of the theft, but avoided the situation with my own safety in mind.
Someone insults your mother: Do not react the usual way. Instead, tell them, "Your insult is invalid, my mother was a saint-like woman."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: Do not approach, simply give a side-ways glance and assume she is of higher status than I, do not think to much more about the necklace, nor the woman. Thoughts should remain in the dark at all times.
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drackenfira: I don't see anything wrong with your app. Welcome.
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Quintasticable: ummm, great way to make me confused with your OOC but anyway, welcome.
check out the twitter for information about up and coming videos and maybe server event ideas or such.
check out the twitter for information about up and coming videos and maybe server event ideas or such.
IGN:
MadTucks
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Why did you choose us?:
I really liked the fact that you influence the lore.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?:
Yes, it's MadTucks
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?:
I adminned for two different servers, they were The Dark Road, and the Blackest Nights.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.):
In my opinion I'm a pro. I've been roleplaying for 3 years now, and I love roleplaying with others.
Did you read the rules?:
Nope.
Did you read the lore?:
Ummmmmm. Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore! c:
IC:
Name:
Renton Thurston
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
(at least two sentences)Personality:
A child at heart, He gets along with others easily and doesn't like to fight. He takes pride in his use with the sword as he is very skilled for his age.
(at least two) Hobbies:
Practicing with a sword, and adventuring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws:
As someone with a young mind, he may often cause himself trouble. He sometimes may act without thinking which may leave him to his ultimate demise.
Strengths:
He's very good at making friends and is skilled in combat.
(At least 400 words) Biography:
Renton was born and raised in a wealthy family known as the Thurstons. For miles many people heard this name as it was the name to some of the worlds richest people. Renton attended school in swordsmanship and was an accomplished fencer, reaching the highest tier among his peers. The Thurston name was well known throughout the land mainly for Renton's father, Adrock Thurston. Adrock Thurston was chief in command of military and general defences. Renton had a great life being rich, a well fighter, having a loving family, and even an arranged marriage even though he was only 13. However, one dayRenton returned home from school to find his mother murdered. Renton kneeled by the corpse of his dead mother and cried for hours. He had nowhere to turn, he ran to his fiance Delise's house. Renton was in tears and told her what had happened. Later, it was confirmed that his mother was murdered. Adrock had returned home to mourn the loss of his wife. Adrock had taken up alcoholism and was often hostile with Renton as a result. Renton and his father often fought everyday, blaming eachother for the murder of Renton's mother. After a long night with Delise, Renton returned home to find his father drunk. "Renton.. It's all your fault.." Adrock muttered. Renton argued "Maybe if you weren't gone all the time, you would have been able to protect her.." Adrock snapped, and had beaten Renton. The injured boy, limped from the Thurston residence to Delise's house. After being patched up, Renton realized that maybe if he had spent less time with his wife to be, then maybe he would have been able to save his mother. Renton had no future here in this land, his father was a drunk mess, the Thurston name was tarnished, and the thought of his fiance Delise just reminded him of his mother. Renton looked into the dark night and noticed a single star in the sky. Renton grabbed his sword and set out to follow the star, never to return to this land again. Renton roamed the land for a long year, learning to be a better swordsman along the way, many nights he felt like returning home but realized there was no future for him back home. He stays awake at night thinking of Delise and his mother. It seems he has come across a new land for him to explore, what lies in store for him?
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
A light tone, he never attacks unless he truly feels in danger or feeling he could serve some sort of justice.
You see someone steal bread from the local baker:
"Hand over the bread or I'll be forced to attack.."
Someone insults your mother:
".. I thought I was the immature one."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace:
"That's a very nice necklace you have there ^^"
Thanks, I probably didn't need to go into so much detail or point out the "weeding" but, glad you liked it.
God damn-it! I'm not an Alcoholic! ...I'm just Australian
Just a heads up, you might want to actually read them.
God damn-it! I'm not an Alcoholic! ...I'm just Australian
IGN:
MadTucks
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Why did you choose us?:
I really liked the fact that you influence the lore.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?:
Yes, it's MadTucks
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?:
I adminned for two different servers, they were The Dark Road, and the Blackest Nights.
How long have you Roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.):
In my opinion I'm a pro. I've been roleplaying for 3 years now, and I love roleplaying with others.
Did you read the rules?:
No.
Did you read the lore?:
Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name:
Renton Thurston
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
(at least two sentences)Personality:
A child at heart, He gets along with others easily and doesn't like to fight. He takes pride in his use with the sword as he is very skilled for his age.
(at least two) Hobbies:
Practicing with a sword, and adventuring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws:
As someone with a young mind, he may often cause himself trouble. He sometimes may act without thinking which may leave him to his ultimate demise.
Strengths:
He's very good at making friends and is skilled in combat.
(At least 400 words) Biography:
Renton Thurston lived far away in the city of Oasis as a kid. He and his family, the Thurstons were royal in this land. The family lived happily for what seemed like many years, Renton's father being chief in charge of the cities guards and his mother being a poet. Unexpectadly a tragedy happened, Renton's mother was murdered. Renton and his father could never get used to this news.. The Thurston's turned to the worst, behind closed doors Renton's father was abusive and a drunk. Renton later grew to fall in love with a young beautiful girl by the name of Anemone. Whenever Anemone saw a cut made by his father, she cleaned it up for him, whenever Renton felt alone in the world, Anemone was there to hold his hand and guide him through the sadness. Renton was no longer alone in the world. It later came to Renton's knowledge that Anemone was taken under custody of the police due to his father. Renton had befriended and fallen for a girl of the Montmorency family, rivals of the Thurstons. Renton was outraged and confronted his father for the first time in years.. and therefore had what was coming to him. Renton was beaten and forced to never see Anemone again, and to ensure this Renton was having an arranged marriage to an older woman at the age of only 13. Renton stood in his room one night overlooking the city, seeing the vast open plains and beautiful world. "What if I just ran away?" A thought struck in his head. He looked into the sky and saw brightest star in the sky. "I will follow that star, and be content with wherever it takes me." He sneaked out his front door and ran from Oasis. To this day he dreams of his mother and Anemone.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
A light tone, he never attacks unless he truly feels in danger or feeling he could serve some sort of justice.
You see someone steal bread from the local baker:
"Hand over the bread or I'll be forced to attack.."
Someone insults your mother:
".. I thought I was the immature one."
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace:
"That's a very nice necklace you have there ^^"
IGN: nburton
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Why did you choose us?: Roleplaying is fun. This Server looks fun.
(This question does not effect your app in any way) Do you have a skype? If so, what is it?: Yes. I don't wanty to make my Skype puplic.
What is your experience with roleplay servers? What servers where they?: None on minecraft. I have done some roleplays on other games, and with one of my friends a few times.
How long have you roleplayed? How good to you think you are? (Example: New, moderate, pro.): I would say new since it's been a while. But I have a general roleplay attitude with any game I play, because I always like to think of back story and such.
Did you read the rules?: Obviously not.
Did you read the lore?:Of COURSE I read the lore! If I didn't, I wouldn't be saying this. I mean, I could just LIE to you and say that I did; but that is silly! So yes, I read the lore!
IC:
Name: Fjorin Talmen
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
(at least two sentences)Personality: Fearful of most things that are not underground, for some reason a pig scares him more than a zombie. When he is underground he feels safe around the hard stone walls. He is curius in nature, which is why even though he fears things above ground, he still explores, and discovers new things.
(at least two) Hobbies: Smithing, and Exploring.
(at least one, any health problems?) Flaws: Curiosity Kills the cat, but soon is may kills Fjorin. He will always "Dig too deep", to make use of an over used dwarf term. He also has lung problems, due to his family working in the blacksmithing industry while he was young.
Strengths: Most of his weapons are custom made by him, so he is able to make them close to perfect by his standards, ad he will know the weight, durabilty, and weaknesses of those weapons. It makes it easy for him to fight when he knows everything about his weapon.
(At least 400 words) Biography: Fjorin was born to a blacksmithing family. His mother and father both worked as blacksmiths, and were known for their fine craftmenship. Fjorin always thought he would also become a blacksmith, and from a young age he began to learn from his parents. He was enjoying learning from his parents, but his teaching came to a hault when his parents were called on by the king to aid in the war effort. The king was calling on all the best dwarven smiths to aid the war effort by become what the dwarves called battle smiths. Battle smiths stayed ear the battle field to make weapons for soldiers, and were able to custom make many weapons for soldiers, instead of the soldiers getting the usual issued weapons and armor. From that Fjorin was made to live with his uncle, who was a general goods merchant. Florin dodn't see this as a profession he wanted to persue, but sonce he was living with the guy, he had to help him in his shop to make ends meet. When Fjorin was old enough to move out and make a life of his own he began working full time in his uncles shop, since his uncle was getting old and not able to work as much. Fjorin did this for 20 years, until his uncle died. After this Fjorin seen no reason to work in the shop, and he began his new life, training to become a full time black smith. He did this for two years, after which he felt he was ready to re-open his parents blacksmith. His parents only came home once or twice a year, and they would always be getting requests from the towns people. Fjorin hopes to fill the need that his parents can not. He began working as soon as he could, and things were going good. Although he did not see his work as equal to his parents, he knew that what he was making were quality goods. About a year he re opened the shop he decided that he needed to move on from his old life, and he needed to stop trying to fill his parents shoes. He needed to make his own life, in a new place, so he said his good byes, and loaded up with his valubles. Now he is searching for a new town, but he is not used to the outside world, and even hearing a cow moo scares him more than the rattling of a living skeletons bones. But he is determined to make a life of his own.
(In character reactions is when you react to things as the character) In character reactions:
You see someone steal bread from the local baker: Fjorin would yell "Put that bread back you brute!" . If the robber didn't comply, Fjorin would have to beat him to compliance.
Someone insults your mother: "Aye! My mother was picked by a KING to smith for his soldiers! What does your mother do, you brute?"
You take a liking to a woman's emerald necklace: "That necklace looks mighty fine, almost as good as something my father could make."
Others:
A cow approaches: "Aye you brute, don't get any closer to me with your mooin' ."
An encounter with a blacksmith: " Aye you make out of metal too! What's the coolest thing you made? I've made a helmet with a dagger blade on the top. Eh, it wasn't very useful, unless you're a head buttin' brute."
Eating beef: " Who knew that mooin' brute would taste this good?!"
Encountered by a foe to strong to defeat: Fjorin would run as fast as he can, but due to his failing lungs, would soon have to stop and find the best place to hide or fight. Running with tiny dwarf legs is sometimes not as viable as fighting.
The whole assassin thing is pretty common I'm sure, so I hope it's not cliche that I chose this. In the flaw factor, I understand it might be lacking but there's another applicant who is rolling/trying to roll a character that goes with mine and that we've done this pair before and my characters gets close to his as a mentor, and ends up protecting his character(his character is 15) often and treats him like family so he'll go to extra lengths to protect him, and hurting the kid is pretty much like hurting him. Hope this is all acceptable and hope my app is accepted. Can't wait to RP with you
I'd also suggest removing that bit...
... Gives a bad first impression. (Lying... Rather than manning up and admitting you were wrong.)
God damn-it! I'm not an Alcoholic! ...I'm just Australian
Making assumptions is also a bad impression, who's to say he's actually lying? I'm not saying he isn't but it's a bit harsh to make such an assumption.
I wasn't lying but ok, have it your way.
Just thought I'd make sure that the apparent thread mod could see this. Sorry if I'm being a bother, but this server really interests me.