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DO NOT USE THIS APP AS A GUIDELINE. You will fail.
Out of Character Information
IGN: mullraugh
Real-Life Age: DEFINITELY not 56.
Do you have a Skype?
Creeper: [KREE-PIR]
A man or woman who is usually older than an individual, who wants or looks for certain personal information off of an individual in hopes of Raping, Murdering, or Injuring said Individual.
It's Mullraugh btw.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
That depends on what kind of staff. If it's a wizard staff, then I refuse. Especially if it's Gandalf's Staff. But if you mean like... Staff as in people who help run the server, then yes!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: *Jason slices Randy's head off in one swing!!!*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info IC liek a losr
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Play-A-Role.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: well for one they're useless on a RP server, but nobody is allowed.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: when its 100% okay with the player and an admin
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: to solve disputes and stuffs
By using ( ) or on the OOC channel if we have one
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Da.
Who is allowed to use magic?: mages with admin approval
Who are the Fallen?: Silly Gypsies
When and how did our current government come to be?: After the islands were raised these dudes formed a little govt group. Then they took over stuff and other people joined them.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: Sky Knights!
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 other servers
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: they all shut down
Character Information
Name: Mullraugh James Dalton
Age: 36
Class: Bladesman
Physical description: Average height, middle-aged man with a short brown beard, brown eyes and hair and wearing slightly dirty chain mail, brown pants, boots and knee pads. His hands are bruised and scarred, his face looks worn and beat and he (may or may not have a missing eye)
Screen capture of your skin: you know what I look like already you silly geese!
BIOLOG-BIOGRAPHY*: *Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh was raised in a modest Tudor house on the south side of the Capital. Right beside a guard tower. His parents were simple people, a housewife and a guard. They raised him as best as they could, teaching him how to read and write, use a sword, cook (which he hated), use manners (HATE.), and stand up for himself. He helped his father on guard duty, watching the airships fly in and out of the harbour, keeping an eye on the Jensen family, who were known to steal apples from the market, and sometimes chasing the odd thief around the city. Young life passed quickly as he grew. He joined the guard at 23 and worked along side his father for 5 or 6 years. His father was promoted to Captain of an airship. With the economy booming, and thieves a rare occasion, life was pretty easy. Until he was 29. Some idiot decided it'd be a good idea to put steam engines on airships. Maiden voyage of The Serena started off great. The city witnessed a few cannon demonstrations, a happy fireworks show and a man executed on the yardarm. The crew was hard at work putting on a show, however the steam engine was rather foreign to them - well, This one was at least- it didn't really need as much coal as they put in it. So the engine did what all stupid engines do when overheated; explode! A massive puff of smoke came out the stern of the Serena as it lurched down to the Capital. Not many people were lucky enough to walk away from the wreckage alive; including Mullraugh's father. ((Dun dun Dunn! How non-cliche is that!)) Mullraugh continued his job as a guard, supporting his mother along the way. She died at the age of 74 when he was 34. Today, Mullraugh seems shrouded with memories and doesn't really talk of his past much. The house he once lived in was torn down and replaced, and every trace of his past has been cleared. He hopes to start fresh.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Whatever happens, live through it, deal with it, and forget about it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Great, strong leader. Expert swordsman, proficient pilot, and physical strength.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): WEAKNESSES: Bows, Magic, Remembering useless information like last names, Potions and not really happy and kind to people. DISLIKES: Technological advance (steam engines and stuff), Potions, Magic, and mass graves filled with rotting, maggot filled bodies.
Does your character have any connections to other characters?: NEIN.
In-Character-Responses:
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Being the awesome guard I always am... "Oi! You two! Stop what you're doing this instant!" *Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh shouts with a warning tone in his voice. The men look at each other, then to their swords. They slowly walk toward Mullraugh with devilish grins on their stupid faces. >> *fast foreward* and with a quick counter clockwise turn of his key, Mullraugh locks the thugs in jail until EXECUTION!!! Dun dun dun!! *creepy laugh*
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
"Deal." I say. He smiles. "Oh, but first I'll need a ship and a crew." He points to the dock. A small tub of an airship floats on the pier. "That's not a ship" I say,"that's a few pounds short of a robin.."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh glances at the old geezer, almost feeling sorry for him.. Almost. He walks past without a second glance and takes note of his location just in case an arrest for loitering needs to be made later.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh, ignoring the drunkard goes back to wondering why the hell he's in a tavern in the first place.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh walks past the woman and forgets about the necklace a mere split second later.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Mullraugh - Please note that he is a staff member who built over half the server, and has proven himself to be a good and fair RPer in the past. It was also posted anywhere from 12am-2am, which could explain why this app was lacking in an area or two.
Note for new members applying: If your character is a swordsman, being bad with a bow or magic are NOT weaknesses. Please flesh out your characters more.
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Accepted:
silentstealth- Your ICRs really could use work, but I'll look over it this once. However, in light of this and previous occurances, I will be keeping a close eye on you IG. Don't let me down, or I will ban you in a heartbeat.
silentstealth- Your ICRs really could use work, but I'll look over it this once. However, in light of this and previous occurances, I will be keeping a close eye on you IG. Don't let me down, or I will ban you in a heartbeat.
Deferred:
Rejected:
I was going to correct you and say you didn't have that power as a whitelister, but looking it up, you are also a GM, so you do have that power, but the threat is still a little extreme, I think, and don't worry, we will have appropriate and reasonable punishments for rule breakers.
Socfuz - There were quite a few things wrong with your app.
Let's start with the OOC section.
- Your power and metagaming definitions were incorrect.
- As was your "When are you allowed to cause the death of another character" section.
- I also ask that you read over the lore more carefully.
Now for the IC section.
- Your character is rather cliche and bland.
- Now for your strengths/weaknesses. "He has great aim with a bow and a strong sword swinging arm. He is a very fast runner. He also has a very strategic and intelligent mind which helps in battle." "His left arm is weak, due to the hot air ballon accident and has a slight limp. His anger can get the better of him, causing him to get into bad situations." I copy + pasted those right from your app. You've set your character up to be OP. He's great with a bow and a sword. He's a fast runner. He's a military genius. And his only weaknesses are.. He has a weak left arm (Which would only be a weakness if he was left handed, which I'm going to assume he's not. Even if he was, that's a bit of a "Meh" weakness.) and is quick to anger. These aren't gonna fly, I'm afraid. Handicap your character a bit. Cut down on his strengths (He cannot be good with both a bow and a sword.) and add to his weaknesses.
And lastly, your ICRs.
- They were pretty unrealistic and cliche. Please work on those a bit more aswell. EDIT: The ICR's will be fine, as you are new to RP. But I ask you to take another crack at them, please.
This app could qualify for a deny, but it seems you are very new to RPing (This may be your first time for all I know). I'm giving you the benefit of a doubt, so try and fix up these problems with your app and apply again.
Also, do you not have a minecraft account..? You'll need that to RP with us pal!
Good luck!
Most of that in my opinion is BS. I mean xCreepyCreeper got most Lore questions wrong!
I really don't find a guy with a weak left arm and a limp OP.
Lastly, pal, unrealistic and cliche answers for the ICR's?!? Are you kidding me?
Despite this I will re-apply.
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Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Socfuz
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Hell, yeah! (Seriously who would say no?
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: RP'ing something happened without leading up to it with other RP messages so the other person can't respond to it. Example: I punched Zymph in the stomach. The other player must be allowed to react. Correct example: I swing my fist towards Zymph's stomach
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge in character, like crafting recipes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Pretending to be a character and acting out your character's moves, thoughts, and actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one! That would be cheating!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player accepts it, and takes it like a man!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you seriously need to ask a question out of game, like: Wait my stuff didn't respawn with me, why? or state something (like incorrect grammar) that won't hinder the RP.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Most of it. I'm gonna continue reading all the smaller things later.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only those who have learned magic or "The Art" at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen were seperated from the rest of the humans in the beginning time. They are a somewhat peaceful and superstitious people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R. by the Chancellor who formed three advisory positions under him. The three positions are: Master of Blades, Master of Words, Master of Coins. Which I'm guessing means thes are the leaders of specific branches like Defence, Schooling/Learning, and Economy
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people who patrol the skies, in blimps and hot air ballons, to protect the villagers from aerial assaults.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Not much (Does World of Warcraft really count?), but I do have a great imagination.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None.
Character Information
Name: Shawn Hallert
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Physical description: 5' 11" (5 Foot 11 Inches) 165 Pounds Somewhat muscular arms and legs. Black hair and black eyes. Light tan skin, one large scar on his stomach from a hot air ballon crash. He tried to pilot it at 13. (There's a reason for the goggles, keep reading.)
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Childhood:
Shawn was born in a small village as the son of Robert Hallert, a Ranger for the Order of Aradin, and Esther Hallert, a Bar Maid. Shawn was taught everyhing (his father knew) by his father. Shawn learned how to fire a bow and swing a sword correctly by the age of 8. By the age of 10, due to his father and his friendly nature, Shawn had lot's of friends including a blonde girl with jade green eyes, by the name of Guisella Vanfal, who he secretly loved. Most of his friends went to the Academy, while he stayed home and learned from his father. (His father always hated the Academy.)
The Falling from Grace:
Shawn had everything! A loving mother and father, friends, a good knowledge of the world, and a great attitude towards life. But that was all about to change. His father was sent to help escort a royal from another land one day. His father wouldn't be back for three weeks and told Shawn to: "Stay strong and be brave for me." With those final words his dad placed his piloting goggles on Shawn's head and kissed him goodbye. Two weeks later his father was accused of murdering the royal he was escorting. The truth was in a letter he had sent to Shawn. It read:
Dear Shawn,
I believe some of the crew are making bad deals with this "royal". I hear things and when I walk by them they watch me and wait till' I'm gone to start talking again. I heard one say: "And what of us when you take over? I want money and a high position beside you or I don't help." I also heard them speaking about the monster's on Bloodstone and how to use them to their advantage. I think their planning on using the monster's to overthrow the Chancellor and take power of the islands! I may be wrong, but just in case I had to write this down and tell you.
I love you, son!
Sincerely, Robert Hallert of the 15th Legion of the Order of Aradin
Soon after his father was sentenced to "life in prison" Shawn's mother became very sad. Most of Shawn's old friends hated him now, they called him the son of a murderer, except for Guisella and the local farmers son, who felt sorry for him. Shawn grew cold and became very distant from his mother and remaining friends. He acted out and did rash things like trying to pilot a hot air ballon at 13 which he crashed giving him a large scar from a splintered piece of wood that nearly killed him. One day his mother so distraught and drunk took all her husband's letter's he had sent when on missions and burned them. Including the one that could have set his name free, the last letter he'd sent to Shawn. When Shawn came home from his job, now being 16 and legally able to work, and found out what had happened he became angry and decided to run away. With the vision of his father and the thought of setting his name free by saving the islands, he ran away to a small island where he planned what to do next. His plan: Win!
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To free his father's name and to gain the love of Guisella Vanfal.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He has a strong sword swinging arm. He is a moderately fast runner. He also has a very strategic and intelligent mind which helps in battle.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): His left arm is weak (so when aiming a bow he's not very good), due to the hot air ballon accident and has a slight limp. His anger can get the better of him, causing him to get into bad situations. Sometimes he think's he's stronger than he is.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No only the ones I made up for his story. Maybe someone for Gisella though she probably wouldn't take part in much, so it may not be worth it.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. The girl reminds me of Guisella so I run towards the men. " Hey! Leave her alone!" *Pulls out sword* The one man laughs and swiftly kicks my legs out from under me. The sword fly's off into an alley. Oh yeah? says the bigger man. I flip myself back up and say "It's okay. I don't need it. *Waves hand at them as if to say "bring it"* The one man lunges forward. I swiftly move to the side and trip the man. The man falls and hit's his head on a stone block and is knocked unconscious. I grab his sword and block the second mans stab. He lunges again. I block, but he punches me square in the face. I stumble back, seeing stars. I hardly get my vision back before the second fist comes. I wake up bleeding from my nose and the girl cleaning a cut on my forehead. That was brave of you to help me. the girl says. "Yeah, brave that's what they call that."
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. "No way. You seem fit do it yourself!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. I toss him a silver coin and give him my ham sandwich. Thank you, young man. he says. I smile and walk on. Suddenly I think to myself he looked familiar, somewhat like my dad. I turn around to say something, but he's gone.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oh, really?" The fellow get's a little to close to my face. Yes really. he says with rancid breath. I knock him to the ground by hitting him in the head with my mug and leave. I hear the man scrambling to stand up and the bartender laugh as I close the door.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. The jade green emeralds remind me of Gusella's eyes, perhaps I should get something for her? "Good day, my lady. Say where did you get that necklace?" Oh, my boyfriend got this for me from the jeweler down the street. she answers. I go to the jewelery store and see a similar one to the necklace the lady was wearing which is very expensive. I decide to buy a cheaper one for Guisella.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes: I don't have full Minecraft yet,but I will soon!
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): matserrryan7
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when a character does something such as injuring or killing another character without the other character's permission EG.> *Swings axe and brutally chops off the mans head, his decapitated corpse falling to the ground. A pool of blood slowly spreading out from under it.*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Simply put> Using OOC information (Information your character doesn't know) In character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the 'Role' of a character, who is not you (Normally) and 'Playing' as them or controlling their actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No One
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When it is 100% alright with the other player and the Admins allow it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or while putting double brackets (()) around your chat message.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes
Who is allowed to use magic?: Scholars who have decided to take on magic as their primary degree and have graduated from the Academy
Who are the Fallen?: They are Nomadic type people who live on islands far away from the Chancellery (That recently came REALLY close) who are completely used to violence free lifestyles and live in tents because they do not need to defend themselves (Gypsies)
When and how did our current government come to be?: 0 AR in the Summer, The Linyera family started to take over islands.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: It was created to protect the Chancellery from any type of assault and to deal with the ever growing threat of the monsters of the Blood stone islands
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Last Horizon, Book of Halegron, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: They were all shut down or stopped for various reasons.
Character Information
Name: Oryon
Age: 35
Class: Fully Fledged (Graduated) Mage (Permission from staff is required for this.)
Physical description: 6'1", Light skin colour, wheres a dark grey cloak covered in runes, brown hair and beard.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Oryon had a loving mother and an adventurous father. While his mum would always stay back to raise him, his father would be out, exploring on airships. Although airships back then couldn't go very far, his father always came home with supper and a plethora of new stories to tell Oryon. Oryon, being the kid he was, always believed his father's tall tales of adventures and great storms that he had endured.
One day, while his father was out, his mother convinced Oryon to go to the Academy and study magic. When his father got home and Oryon told him what he had decided to do, his father smiled and encouraged him, though inside he was saddened that his son wouldn't get to go on the grand adventures that he had gone on. Even so Oryon's father always helped get through his long books of homework every night. Oryon's father decided to take Oryon on one of the airships he used for adventuring one day. Oryon was ecstatic, he finally got to go adventuring with his dad, like he had always wanted. During the trip, Oryon was able to see all of the islands his father had told him about, when they got back, Oryon told his father he couldn't wait to go out with him again, his father smiled a genuine smile, filled with happiness from the bottom of his heart.
But once the Academy had it's alchemy incident and one of the towers was destroyed, Oryon had to sign up for the cleaning up of the mess. When he got back from the cleanup he found out that his father had severely injured his left leg and right arm in a brutal storm and could no longer sail the skies. Oryon was devastated but his father still encouraged him to finish up his magic schooling and then make him proud by taking his place in the sky. Many years later Oryon is a mage with expert control over mana using the quarterstaff he carries everywhere. He goes generally where he pleases and will randomly join airship crews that are headed to various islands, just for the thrill.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To live a life free of anything that could tie him down, away form his adventurous ways. He doesn't like it when people order him around.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He can use magic rather well (He has been for some years already.)
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Like mostly all other mages he has a frail body.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Not this time.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. Oryon was out at night, already a bad idea. He was hurrying home when he saw a young girl being harrassed by two men. He quickly hid in an ally, shouted out and called to the guards, hearing this the men ran off and once the guards helped the girl he slipped back to his house.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. Oryon considers the offer, then accepts, he quite likes a good adventure and goes to find a crew that is sailing to Bloodstone island.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Oryon stops and pulls out a large loaf of bread, fresh from the baker's oven. He hands the loaf to the man and tells him to eat it sparingly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. Oryon stands up and dumps his drink all over the man's tunic. He promptly leaves the Tavern and returns home, laughing to himself, the man still not realizing what had happened, due to Oryon's odd reaction.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. Oryon stops the woman politely and asks if the necklace has any special or magical properties. She replies that it is a family heirloom so he thanks her for her time and continues on his way.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nein
Other notes: For all non-staff reading this: My character has been discussed with the admins and owner of the server, that is why I am starting as a fully fledged mage. You are not allowed to do this unless you are given special permissions by the admins/owner (Ask Welknair in other words.)
masterryan7- Your OOC section was all good (except for one lore question, which I ask you go back and read once again). The problems lied in your bio and ICRs. I couldn't get a good feel for your character at all, really.. There weren't any character traits really other then adventurous.. The bio seemed devoid of emotion. This is more of a shell than a character. Please flesh him out more. Give him some more emotion in the ICRs and throughout the bio. How did he feel when he saw that man dying in the street? What was going through his head? How did he feel when he got the offer to go to Bloodstone island? What was going through his head?
Please take what I said constructively. Good luck!
masterryan7- Your OOC section was all good (except for one lore question, which I ask you go back and read once again). The problems lied in your bio and ICRs. I couldn't get a good feel for your character at all, really.. There weren't any character traits really other then adventurous.. The bio seemed devoid of emotion. This is more of a shell than a character. Please flesh him out more. Give him some more emotion in the ICRs and throughout the bio. How did he feel when he saw that man dying in the street? What was going through his head? How did he feel when he got the offer to go to Bloodstone island? What was going through his head?
Please take what I said constructively. Good luck!
Yeah I did kind of rush it a little, I'll go back and edit it.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): sweetcosmo703
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: Powergaming is controlling another player's character. (He attacked Lyra and killed her with just one slash of his sword)
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: Using OOC knowledge in RP to help character
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: Playing as a fantasy character in a fantasy world
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player allows
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parenthesis or in the OOC channel
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: If you trained at the Academy or given permission by an admin
Who are the Fallen?: A group of superstitious and peaceful people. They have lived in isolation since the Sky Islands arose.
When and how did our current government come to be?: Our current govenrment appeared in 169 A.R. after the last King of the Linyera family is unable to defeat the rebels. The new system is put into place and run by a Chacellor.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people sent to defend the Chancellory from assualts, primarily from the threats of Bloodstone Isand.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Yes. I have been on servers and forums.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: One server closed, another server had terrible staff and horrible roleplaying skills.
Character Information
Name: Lyra
Age: 19
Class: Laborer
Physical description: short blond hair that makes her look like a boy. She is light skinned and has bright blue eyes. She is of an average height and average weight. She has one notable scar along her neck.
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Lyra was born into a middle class family. She was of an average weight, average height, average intelligence. She was of little importance to her reputation maintaining family who paid little heed to her dreams of being important in society. Her parents often mention how she was so quiet as a baby, and seemed to prefer to take in her surrounding than make noise. They mentioned how they always thought she was just sleeping, but when they'd look at her, her big blue eyes would be open and alert. As she grew older she noticed everyone in her family followed the same routine every single day. Her father was a merchant and her mother, a housewife. Everyday, besides one day of the week reserved for socializing among nosy neighbors and higher members of society, they worked their separate jobs. When her father returned home, he and her mother showed little affection towards each other and the kids. They were always tired, it seemed. Her mother would cook dinner, usually something simple, around the same time. They would go to sleep by eight every night and arise at five, before the sun would rise. Lyra was usually awake at this time, writing about adventures of some fantasy character she had imagined. She never dared to show her parents these works, as she knew they would not approve. Her siblings chose to ignore the lack of affection and increase of boredom in the household, but Lyra could not. Her parents were not cruel, but sometimes when she noticed other families hugging or showing any form of love, she felt saddened. While she was eleven, she got into a sort of rebellious phase. All she wanted to do was disobey her parents orders of going to sleep by eight and waking at five. She wanted to go outside and play after dark, and search for new places to hide in the small yard they had when her annoyed parents came to look for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she was completely fed up of being normal. She wanted to go the extra mile and become someone of value and worth. She wanted to become an alchemist more than anything. She decided to apply to the Academy when she grew older and "wiser". Nine years pass and she finally developed the courage and skill to apply, and is currently still waiting for the answer. She knows her family will be displeased by thought of having a chance at failure, but by this time, she truly doesn't care. She wishes to be in literature as her primary degree, and then Alchemy as her Secondary. Although she knows she has a slim chance of making it into the Academy, she is willing to try anything to become unique and to not blend in like her family.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Reaching independence
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is clever and a quick learner
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Controlling what she calls her "demons" (fear, anger, nerves, etc.)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): No
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Lyra headed down the streets of the Capitol, eyes scanning her surrondings. She turned her head to a sound of muffled whimpers and pleads. An all too familar sight lay before her. Two heavily armed guards were relentlessly harassing a young girl, not much younger than Lyra. I can't just leave her there, Lyra thought but I can't take them down either. Lyra sighed as she looked around to find something to distract the guards. An empty bottle of ale lie a few feet in front of her, and Lyra smirked a little. She heaved her arm back and threw the bottle so that it smashed upon a wall several feet away from the guards. A woman's shrill scream was enough to divert the guard's attention. As soon as the guards were far enough away, the girl ran towards the inn and Lyra watched her go. Hmph, well don't thank me then, she thought, but felt a warm feeling of happiness inside her at the thought of helping the woman. She sighed as she headed to the east, continuing on her way.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"You! Girl! I recognize you!" a voice said just as Lyra was about to leave the crowded tavern. Lyra turned to see a heavily intoxicated man stumble towards her, clutching beer in one hand. "You're Lusca's daughter," he said, slurring his words. "Yeah, so?" Lyra replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're mother was so strange, she was always trying to impress the boys. She had little appeal to them though. She was so worthless." I swallowed. "Look, I don't know who you are, insulting my mother, but go tell it to someone who cares." "You're just as foolish as her. Talking back to a man obviously bigger than her." Lyra sighed. "Sir, she may not have been the best mother, but she's still mine. I love her, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." The man laughed, but turned and headed back to drink more. Lyra felt a tear form by her eye as she realized how much she missed her boring parents.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
A gleam from the right distracted Lyra's gaze. A beautiful woman wearing a stunning emerald necklace moved forward, walking with the air of prominence. "Excuse me!" Lyra said to the woman, who stopped and evaluated the young girl before her. "Yes?" she said with a tone of distaste. "Where ever did you get that necklace," Lyra asked, and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "No place, you'd be able to afford," the woman responded with a sarcastic grin. Lyra narrowed her eyes. "It's a simple question ma'am." The woman ignored Lyra and carried on her way. Lyra moved forward, angered by the woman's arrogance. She turned to see the woman smirking at her, and resisted the urge to turn around and confront the conceited slime. It was extremely hard for Lyra to do, as her own pride began to seep through. She finally turned again, and the woman was gone. Lyra was glad she had been able to control herself. She felt like one demon had been nearly beat by having self control in a time of anger.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No
Other notes: Sorry I didn't read the first time. Hope I can be accepted!
sweetcosmo703- There were a few problems with your app, I'm afraid. First off, your character may not start out as an alchemist (unless you were given permission from an admin, in which case you must mention this in your app). This is quite clearly stated in the OP. To become an alchemist, you must first gain acceptance into the Academy, and get your primary degree. Then, you may go on to get a secondary degree in Alchemy. Until then, please change your character's class to either Craftsman, Laborer, Bladesman, Ranger, etc.
Secondly, your biography doesn't seem to flow with the lore very well. You do understand that we're on sky islands, correct?
Thirdly, your last ICR, a drunken man insults your mother. You described a scenario in which a drunk man tries to marry your character. While this was written fairly well, I ask that you fill out the ICRs with the scenarios given. Slight editing to the scene is okay.
I apologize, it just does not seem like you read the lore or the OP carefully enough. I ask that you please go back and read them both over a more carefully (you missed a lore question in your OOC section as well). Please do not just skim.
From what you did write in your bio and ICRs, it is clear you have an aptitude for writing and roleplaying. Please do read over the OP a bit more and post again. Best of luck, you're close to being accepted as it is.
I appreciate your concern, but he's pushed the boundaries several times. Several people can confirm.
I never pushed any boundaries in sota so I have no idea why you have a grudge against me. I know my char was hated but take a great actor for example. If they play a char that a lot of people hate that just means that they are a great actor. I have done nothing close to breaking the rules ever on sota so there is no need for such a threat. If there is a problem talk to me about it don't just take advantage of your power.
As per our Whitelisting Procedure as it is spelled out in the OP, the Whitelister who originally deferred your app is responsible for all resubmissions, so Wheatley needs to do it. He ought to be on later this evening to take a look
yus, first try. I had no doubt. super accountant, AWAY!
Out of Character Information
IGN: mullraugh
Real-Life Age: DEFINITELY not 56.
Do you have a Skype?
Creeper: [KREE-PIR]
A man or woman who is usually older than an individual, who wants or looks for certain personal information off of an individual in hopes of Raping, Murdering, or Injuring said Individual.
It's Mullraugh btw.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
That depends on what kind of staff. If it's a wizard staff, then I refuse. Especially if it's Gandalf's Staff. But if you mean like... Staff as in people who help run the server, then yes!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: *Jason slices Randy's head off in one swing!!!*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info IC liek a losr
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Play-A-Role.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: well for one they're useless on a RP server, but nobody is allowed.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: when its 100% okay with the player and an admin
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: to solve disputes and stuffs
By using ( ) or on the OOC channel if we have one
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Da.
Who is allowed to use magic?: mages with admin approval
Who are the Fallen?: Silly Gypsies
When and how did our current government come to be?: After the islands were raised these dudes formed a little govt group. Then they took over stuff and other people joined them.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: Sky Knights!
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 other servers
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: they all shut down
Character Information
Name: Mullraugh James Dalton
Age: 36
Class: Bladesman
Physical description: Average height, middle-aged man with a short brown beard, brown eyes and hair and wearing slightly dirty chain mail, brown pants, boots and knee pads. His hands are bruised and scarred, his face looks worn and beat and he (may or may not have a missing eye)
Screen capture of your skin: you know what I look like already you silly geese!
BIOLOG-BIOGRAPHY*: *Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh was raised in a modest Tudor house on the south side of the Capital. Right beside a guard tower. His parents were simple people, a housewife and a guard. They raised him as best as they could, teaching him how to read and write, use a sword, cook (which he hated), use manners (HATE.), and stand up for himself. He helped his father on guard duty, watching the airships fly in and out of the harbour, keeping an eye on the Jensen family, who were known to steal apples from the market, and sometimes chasing the odd thief around the city. Young life passed quickly as he grew. He joined the guard at 23 and worked along side his father for 5 or 6 years. His father was promoted to Captain of an airship. With the economy booming, and thieves a rare occasion, life was pretty easy. Until he was 29. Some idiot decided it'd be a good idea to put steam engines on airships. Maiden voyage of The Serena started off great. The city witnessed a few cannon demonstrations, a happy fireworks show and a man executed on the yardarm. The crew was hard at work putting on a show, however the steam engine was rather foreign to them - well, This one was at least- it didn't really need as much coal as they put in it. So the engine did what all stupid engines do when overheated; explode! A massive puff of smoke came out the stern of the Serena as it lurched down to the Capital. Not many people were lucky enough to walk away from the wreckage alive; including Mullraugh's father. ((Dun dun Dunn! How non-cliche is that!)) Mullraugh continued his job as a guard, supporting his mother along the way. She died at the age of 74 when he was 34. Today, Mullraugh seems shrouded with memories and doesn't really talk of his past much. The house he once lived in was torn down and replaced, and every trace of his past has been cleared. He hopes to start fresh.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Whatever happens, live through it, deal with it, and forget about it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Great, strong leader. Expert swordsman, proficient pilot, and physical strength.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): WEAKNESSES: Bows, Magic, Remembering useless information like last names, Potions and not really happy and kind to people. DISLIKES: Technological advance (steam engines and stuff), Potions, Magic, and mass graves filled with rotting, maggot filled bodies.
Does your character have any connections to other characters?: NEIN.
In-Character-Responses:
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Being the awesome guard I always am... "Oi! You two! Stop what you're doing this instant!" *Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh shouts with a warning tone in his voice. The men look at each other, then to their swords. They slowly walk toward Mullraugh with devilish grins on their stupid faces. >> *fast foreward* and with a quick counter clockwise turn of his key, Mullraugh locks the thugs in jail until EXECUTION!!! Dun dun dun!! *creepy laugh*
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
"Deal." I say. He smiles. "Oh, but first I'll need a ship and a crew." He points to the dock. A small tub of an airship floats on the pier. "That's not a ship" I say,"that's a few pounds short of a robin.."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh glances at the old geezer, almost feeling sorry for him.. Almost. He walks past without a second glance and takes note of his location just in case an arrest for loitering needs to be made later.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh, ignoring the drunkard goes back to wondering why the hell he's in a tavern in the first place.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Morgan Freeman voice* Mullraugh walks past the woman and forgets about the necklace a mere split second later.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: SUMF is stupid.
Mullraugh - Please note that he is a staff member who built over half the server, and has proven himself to be a good and fair RPer in the past. It was also posted anywhere from 12am-2am, which could explain why this app was lacking in an area or two.
Note for new members applying: If your character is a swordsman, being bad with a bow or magic are NOT weaknesses. Please flesh out your characters more.
That'd be appreciated, thanks Welk.
silentstealth- Your ICRs really could use work, but I'll look over it this once. However, in light of this and previous occurances, I will be keeping a close eye on you IG. Don't let me down, or I will ban you in a heartbeat.
Deferred:
Rejected:
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
I was going to correct you and say you didn't have that power as a whitelister, but looking it up, you are also a GM, so you do have that power, but the threat is still a little extreme, I think, and don't worry, we will have appropriate and reasonable punishments for rule breakers.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Most of that in my opinion is BS. I mean xCreepyCreeper got most Lore questions wrong!
I really don't find a guy with a weak left arm and a limp OP.
Lastly, pal, unrealistic and cliche answers for the ICR's?!? Are you kidding me?
Despite this I will re-apply.
IGN: Socfuz
Real-Life Age: 15
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Socfuz
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Hell, yeah! (Seriously who would say no?
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: RP'ing something happened without leading up to it with other RP messages so the other person can't respond to it. Example: I punched Zymph in the stomach. The other player must be allowed to react. Correct example: I swing my fist towards Zymph's stomach
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge in character, like crafting recipes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Pretending to be a character and acting out your character's moves, thoughts, and actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one! That would be cheating!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player accepts it, and takes it like a man!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you seriously need to ask a question out of game, like: Wait my stuff didn't respawn with me, why? or state something (like incorrect grammar) that won't hinder the RP.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Most of it. I'm gonna continue reading all the smaller things later.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only those who have learned magic or "The Art" at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen were seperated from the rest of the humans in the beginning time. They are a somewhat peaceful and superstitious people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R. by the Chancellor who formed three advisory positions under him. The three positions are: Master of Blades, Master of Words, Master of Coins. Which I'm guessing means thes are the leaders of specific branches like Defence, Schooling/Learning, and Economy
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people who patrol the skies, in blimps and hot air ballons, to protect the villagers from aerial assaults.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Not much (Does World of Warcraft really count?), but I do have a great imagination.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None.
Character Information
Name: Shawn Hallert
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Physical description: 5' 11" (5 Foot 11 Inches) 165 Pounds Somewhat muscular arms and legs. Black hair and black eyes. Light tan skin, one large scar on his stomach from a hot air ballon crash. He tried to pilot it at 13. (There's a reason for the goggles, keep reading.)
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Childhood:
Shawn was born in a small village as the son of Robert Hallert, a Ranger for the Order of Aradin, and Esther Hallert, a Bar Maid. Shawn was taught everyhing (his father knew) by his father. Shawn learned how to fire a bow and swing a sword correctly by the age of 8. By the age of 10, due to his father and his friendly nature, Shawn had lot's of friends including a blonde girl with jade green eyes, by the name of Guisella Vanfal, who he secretly loved. Most of his friends went to the Academy, while he stayed home and learned from his father. (His father always hated the Academy.)
The Falling from Grace:
Shawn had everything! A loving mother and father, friends, a good knowledge of the world, and a great attitude towards life. But that was all about to change. His father was sent to help escort a royal from another land one day. His father wouldn't be back for three weeks and told Shawn to: "Stay strong and be brave for me." With those final words his dad placed his piloting goggles on Shawn's head and kissed him goodbye. Two weeks later his father was accused of murdering the royal he was escorting. The truth was in a letter he had sent to Shawn. It read:
Dear Shawn,
I believe some of the crew are making bad deals with this "royal". I hear things and when I walk by them they watch me and wait till' I'm gone to start talking again. I heard one say: "And what of us when you take over? I want money and a high position beside you or I don't help." I also heard them speaking about the monster's on Bloodstone and how to use them to their advantage. I think their planning on using the monster's to overthrow the Chancellor and take power of the islands! I may be wrong, but just in case I had to write this down and tell you.
I love you, son!
Sincerely, Robert Hallert of the 15th Legion of the Order of Aradin
Soon after his father was sentenced to "life in prison" Shawn's mother became very sad. Most of Shawn's old friends hated him now, they called him the son of a murderer, except for Guisella and the local farmers son, who felt sorry for him. Shawn grew cold and became very distant from his mother and remaining friends. He acted out and did rash things like trying to pilot a hot air ballon at 13 which he crashed giving him a large scar from a splintered piece of wood that nearly killed him. One day his mother so distraught and drunk took all her husband's letter's he had sent when on missions and burned them. Including the one that could have set his name free, the last letter he'd sent to Shawn. When Shawn came home from his job, now being 16 and legally able to work, and found out what had happened he became angry and decided to run away. With the vision of his father and the thought of setting his name free by saving the islands, he ran away to a small island where he planned what to do next. His plan: Win!
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To free his father's name and to gain the love of Guisella Vanfal.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He has a strong sword swinging arm. He is a moderately fast runner. He also has a very strategic and intelligent mind which helps in battle.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): His left arm is weak (so when aiming a bow he's not very good), due to the hot air ballon accident and has a slight limp. His anger can get the better of him, causing him to get into bad situations. Sometimes he think's he's stronger than he is.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No only the ones I made up for his story. Maybe someone for Gisella though she probably wouldn't take part in much, so it may not be worth it.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. The girl reminds me of Guisella so I run towards the men. " Hey! Leave her alone!" *Pulls out sword* The one man laughs and swiftly kicks my legs out from under me. The sword fly's off into an alley. Oh yeah? says the bigger man. I flip myself back up and say "It's okay. I don't need it. *Waves hand at them as if to say "bring it"* The one man lunges forward. I swiftly move to the side and trip the man. The man falls and hit's his head on a stone block and is knocked unconscious. I grab his sword and block the second mans stab. He lunges again. I block, but he punches me square in the face. I stumble back, seeing stars. I hardly get my vision back before the second fist comes. I wake up bleeding from my nose and the girl cleaning a cut on my forehead. That was brave of you to help me. the girl says. "Yeah, brave that's what they call that."
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. "No way. You seem fit do it yourself!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. I toss him a silver coin and give him my ham sandwich. Thank you, young man. he says. I smile and walk on. Suddenly I think to myself he looked familiar, somewhat like my dad. I turn around to say something, but he's gone.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oh, really?" The fellow get's a little to close to my face. Yes really. he says with rancid breath. I knock him to the ground by hitting him in the head with my mug and leave. I hear the man scrambling to stand up and the bartender laugh as I close the door.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. The jade green emeralds remind me of Gusella's eyes, perhaps I should get something for her? "Good day, my lady. Say where did you get that necklace?" Oh, my boyfriend got this for me from the jeweler down the street. she answers. I go to the jewelery store and see a similar one to the necklace the lady was wearing which is very expensive. I decide to buy a cheaper one for Guisella.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes: I don't have full Minecraft yet, but I will soon!
Real-Life Age: 15
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): matserrryan7
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when a character does something such as injuring or killing another character without the other character's permission EG.> *Swings axe and brutally chops off the mans head, his decapitated corpse falling to the ground. A pool of blood slowly spreading out from under it.*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Simply put> Using OOC information (Information your character doesn't know) In character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the 'Role' of a character, who is not you (Normally) and 'Playing' as them or controlling their actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No One
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When it is 100% alright with the other player and the Admins allow it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or while putting double brackets (()) around your chat message.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes
Who is allowed to use magic?: Scholars who have decided to take on magic as their primary degree and have graduated from the Academy
Who are the Fallen?: They are Nomadic type people who live on islands far away from the Chancellery (That recently came REALLY close) who are completely used to violence free lifestyles and live in tents because they do not need to defend themselves (Gypsies)
When and how did our current government come to be?: 0 AR in the Summer, The Linyera family started to take over islands.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: It was created to protect the Chancellery from any type of assault and to deal with the ever growing threat of the monsters of the Blood stone islands
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Last Horizon, Book of Halegron, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: They were all shut down or stopped for various reasons.
Character Information
Name: Oryon
Age: 35
Class: Fully Fledged (Graduated) Mage (Permission from staff is required for this.)
Physical description: 6'1", Light skin colour, wheres a dark grey cloak covered in runes, brown hair and beard.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Oryon had a loving mother and an adventurous father. While his mum would always stay back to raise him, his father would be out, exploring on airships. Although airships back then couldn't go very far, his father always came home with supper and a plethora of new stories to tell Oryon. Oryon, being the kid he was, always believed his father's tall tales of adventures and great storms that he had endured.
One day, while his father was out, his mother convinced Oryon to go to the Academy and study magic. When his father got home and Oryon told him what he had decided to do, his father smiled and encouraged him, though inside he was saddened that his son wouldn't get to go on the grand adventures that he had gone on. Even so Oryon's father always helped get through his long books of homework every night. Oryon's father decided to take Oryon on one of the airships he used for adventuring one day. Oryon was ecstatic, he finally got to go adventuring with his dad, like he had always wanted. During the trip, Oryon was able to see all of the islands his father had told him about, when they got back, Oryon told his father he couldn't wait to go out with him again, his father smiled a genuine smile, filled with happiness from the bottom of his heart.
But once the Academy had it's alchemy incident and one of the towers was destroyed, Oryon had to sign up for the cleaning up of the mess. When he got back from the cleanup he found out that his father had severely injured his left leg and right arm in a brutal storm and could no longer sail the skies. Oryon was devastated but his father still encouraged him to finish up his magic schooling and then make him proud by taking his place in the sky. Many years later Oryon is a mage with expert control over mana using the quarterstaff he carries everywhere. He goes generally where he pleases and will randomly join airship crews that are headed to various islands, just for the thrill.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To live a life free of anything that could tie him down, away form his adventurous ways. He doesn't like it when people order him around.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He can use magic rather well (He has been for some years already.)
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Like mostly all other mages he has a frail body.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Not this time.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. Oryon was out at night, already a bad idea. He was hurrying home when he saw a young girl being harrassed by two men. He quickly hid in an ally, shouted out and called to the guards, hearing this the men ran off and once the guards helped the girl he slipped back to his house.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. Oryon considers the offer, then accepts, he quite likes a good adventure and goes to find a crew that is sailing to Bloodstone island.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Oryon stops and pulls out a large loaf of bread, fresh from the baker's oven. He hands the loaf to the man and tells him to eat it sparingly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. Oryon stands up and dumps his drink all over the man's tunic. He promptly leaves the Tavern and returns home, laughing to himself, the man still not realizing what had happened, due to Oryon's odd reaction.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. Oryon stops the woman politely and asks if the necklace has any special or magical properties. She replies that it is a family heirloom so he thanks her for her time and continues on his way.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nein
Other notes: For all non-staff reading this: My character has been discussed with the admins and owner of the server, that is why I am starting as a fully fledged mage. You are not allowed to do this unless you are given special permissions by the admins/owner (Ask Welknair in other words.)
masterryan7- Your OOC section was all good (except for one lore question, which I ask you go back and read once again). The problems lied in your bio and ICRs. I couldn't get a good feel for your character at all, really.. There weren't any character traits really other then adventurous.. The bio seemed devoid of emotion. This is more of a shell than a character. Please flesh him out more. Give him some more emotion in the ICRs and throughout the bio. How did he feel when he saw that man dying in the street? What was going through his head? How did he feel when he got the offer to go to Bloodstone island? What was going through his head?
Please take what I said constructively. Good luck!
Yeah I did kind of rush it a little, I'll go back and edit it.
IGN: sweetcosmo703
Real-Life Age: 13
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): sweetcosmo703
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: Powergaming is controlling another player's character. (He attacked Lyra and killed her with just one slash of his sword)
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: Using OOC knowledge in RP to help character
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: Playing as a fantasy character in a fantasy world
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player allows
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parenthesis or in the OOC channel
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: If you trained at the Academy or given permission by an admin
Who are the Fallen?: A group of superstitious and peaceful people. They have lived in isolation since the Sky Islands arose.
When and how did our current government come to be?: Our current govenrment appeared in 169 A.R. after the last King of the Linyera family is unable to defeat the rebels. The new system is put into place and run by a Chacellor.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people sent to defend the Chancellory from assualts, primarily from the threats of Bloodstone Isand.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Yes. I have been on servers and forums.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: One server closed, another server had terrible staff and horrible roleplaying skills.
Character Information
Name: Lyra
Age: 19
Class: Laborer
Physical description: short blond hair that makes her look like a boy. She is light skinned and has bright blue eyes. She is of an average height and average weight. She has one notable scar along her neck.
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Lyra was born into a middle class family. She was of an average weight, average height, average intelligence. She was of little importance to her reputation maintaining family who paid little heed to her dreams of being important in society. Her parents often mention how she was so quiet as a baby, and seemed to prefer to take in her surrounding than make noise. They mentioned how they always thought she was just sleeping, but when they'd look at her, her big blue eyes would be open and alert. As she grew older she noticed everyone in her family followed the same routine every single day. Her father was a merchant and her mother, a housewife. Everyday, besides one day of the week reserved for socializing among nosy neighbors and higher members of society, they worked their separate jobs. When her father returned home, he and her mother showed little affection towards each other and the kids. They were always tired, it seemed. Her mother would cook dinner, usually something simple, around the same time. They would go to sleep by eight every night and arise at five, before the sun would rise. Lyra was usually awake at this time, writing about adventures of some fantasy character she had imagined. She never dared to show her parents these works, as she knew they would not approve. Her siblings chose to ignore the lack of affection and increase of boredom in the household, but Lyra could not. Her parents were not cruel, but sometimes when she noticed other families hugging or showing any form of love, she felt saddened. While she was eleven, she got into a sort of rebellious phase. All she wanted to do was disobey her parents orders of going to sleep by eight and waking at five. She wanted to go outside and play after dark, and search for new places to hide in the small yard they had when her annoyed parents came to look for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she was completely fed up of being normal. She wanted to go the extra mile and become someone of value and worth. She wanted to become an alchemist more than anything. She decided to apply to the Academy when she grew older and "wiser". Nine years pass and she finally developed the courage and skill to apply, and is currently still waiting for the answer. She knows her family will be displeased by thought of having a chance at failure, but by this time, she truly doesn't care. She wishes to be in literature as her primary degree, and then Alchemy as her Secondary. Although she knows she has a slim chance of making it into the Academy, she is willing to try anything to become unique and to not blend in like her family.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Reaching independence
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is clever and a quick learner
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Controlling what she calls her "demons" (fear, anger, nerves, etc.)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): No
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Lyra headed down the streets of the Capitol, eyes scanning her surrondings. She turned her head to a sound of muffled whimpers and pleads. An all too familar sight lay before her. Two heavily armed guards were relentlessly harassing a young girl, not much younger than Lyra. I can't just leave her there, Lyra thought but I can't take them down either. Lyra sighed as she looked around to find something to distract the guards. An empty bottle of ale lie a few feet in front of her, and Lyra smirked a little. She heaved her arm back and threw the bottle so that it smashed upon a wall several feet away from the guards. A woman's shrill scream was enough to divert the guard's attention. As soon as the guards were far enough away, the girl ran towards the inn and Lyra watched her go. Hmph, well don't thank me then, she thought, but felt a warm feeling of happiness inside her at the thought of helping the woman. She sighed as she headed to the east, continuing on her way.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"You! Girl! I recognize you!" a voice said just as Lyra was about to leave the crowded tavern. Lyra turned to see a heavily intoxicated man stumble towards her, clutching beer in one hand. "You're Lusca's daughter," he said, slurring his words. "Yeah, so?" Lyra replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're mother was so strange, she was always trying to impress the boys. She had little appeal to them though. She was so worthless." I swallowed. "Look, I don't know who you are, insulting my mother, but go tell it to someone who cares." "You're just as foolish as her. Talking back to a man obviously bigger than her." Lyra sighed. "Sir, she may not have been the best mother, but she's still mine. I love her, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." The man laughed, but turned and headed back to drink more. Lyra felt a tear form by her eye as she realized how much she missed her boring parents.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
A gleam from the right distracted Lyra's gaze. A beautiful woman wearing a stunning emerald necklace moved forward, walking with the air of prominence. "Excuse me!" Lyra said to the woman, who stopped and evaluated the young girl before her. "Yes?" she said with a tone of distaste. "Where ever did you get that necklace," Lyra asked, and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "No place, you'd be able to afford," the woman responded with a sarcastic grin. Lyra narrowed her eyes. "It's a simple question ma'am." The woman ignored Lyra and carried on her way. Lyra moved forward, angered by the woman's arrogance. She turned to see the woman smirking at her, and resisted the urge to turn around and confront the conceited slime. It was extremely hard for Lyra to do, as her own pride began to seep through. She finally turned again, and the woman was gone. Lyra was glad she had been able to control herself. She felt like one demon had been nearly beat by having self control in a time of anger.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No
Other notes: Sorry I didn't read the first time. Hope I can be accepted!
sweetcosmo703- There were a few problems with your app, I'm afraid. First off, your character may not start out as an alchemist (unless you were given permission from an admin, in which case you must mention this in your app). This is quite clearly stated in the OP. To become an alchemist, you must first gain acceptance into the Academy, and get your primary degree. Then, you may go on to get a secondary degree in Alchemy. Until then, please change your character's class to either Craftsman, Laborer, Bladesman, Ranger, etc.
Secondly, your biography doesn't seem to flow with the lore very well. You do understand that we're on sky islands, correct?
Thirdly, your last ICR, a drunken man insults your mother. You described a scenario in which a drunk man tries to marry your character. While this was written fairly well, I ask that you fill out the ICRs with the scenarios given. Slight editing to the scene is okay.
I apologize, it just does not seem like you read the lore or the OP carefully enough. I ask that you please go back and read them both over a more carefully (you missed a lore question in your OOC section as well). Please do not just skim.
From what you did write in your bio and ICRs, it is clear you have an aptitude for writing and roleplaying. Please do read over the OP a bit more and post again. Best of luck, you're close to being accepted as it is.
As per our Whitelisting Procedure as it is spelled out in the OP, the Whitelister who originally deferred your app is responsible for all resubmissions, so Wheatley needs to do it. He ought to be on later this evening to take a look