silentstealth - well done app, just a few minor things I wanted to point out: your character's last name is Darksheild (shield is spelled incorrectly, I'm not sure if this was intentional as it IS a name, after all) and in describing his eyes, you misspelled "angel" and wrote "angle", which I found a bit humorous when reading his description .
The sheild was spelled incorrectly on purpose lol. The angle was a fluke
Please. Post more lore. I cannot make a character that fits my likings with such limited lore. I know that there is a decent amount, maybe I'm missing something, I don't know. As for my RP style/format being wrong, please explain. I'm not understanding what's wrong with it, still.
You can keep everything, it seems, you just can't be already living in the basin. That is pretty easy to edit....
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): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief 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.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. His mother was a stay at home mom, like most women of his time and in his village. They lived in an average sized village, which was very calm and peaceful for most of his life. Nothing too chaotic ever happened near him, so he had a very calm and innocent childhood. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. They would go out into the harsh forests for hours on end taking down eighty foot tall thick ancient trees. Samuel didn't help a whole lot as a younger boy, but it still helped him build as a person. As a child, he often dreamed of becoming a fierce warrior, defending Ragnau on it's fronts. He would always brag about it to his father and friends, thinking that was the only pursuit of happiness for him. He never thought he'd be interesting in reading, writing or anything that higher class people typically tended to focus on. Soon that all changed. At a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. It started shaping him into a bit more mature of a person, he realized how awful being a warrior would be. Around the age of 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing, which he regrets not giving a chance earlier in life. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a small town's Borut who was interested in a new exciting constellation Samuel had discovered. The Borut wasn't anyone special or important, but it was evidence to Samuel that he was mastering his work and beginning to be recognized for it. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. He often did not have time or the funding to create his own studies or theories. He mainly served as an assistant to older and wiser scholars, which he did not mind. He picked up a lot while helping some of the best loremasters, scribes, astronomers and philosophers of Ragnau. This was around the age of 35. He had built up a very large library and a number of connections which would aid him later in life. Which, Samuel kept in his father's home. His father, still alive at this point was aging and mainly stayed home now. He watched over Samuel's many valuable books, maps and tools. Samuel moved back to his hometown after a few years in Ragnau's capital. He was in dire need of a break. The constant pressures and demand for new ideas from the royal family were stressing him out and causing major mental anguish. He began to struggle day to day and even began living with his father. He watched from their tiny, humble village as the kingdoms began to rip each other apart. As magic began to take over. When the southern realm waged war on the other three. He began to fear something of end time proportions was taking place. After the first battle's news reached his town he realized how serious it was. By that time, many of his friends and people he worked with had been ran out of Ragnau, or killed. Fearing a similar fate he set out for a place where he could take care of his father in his old age and hopefully not have to defend himself in the wild.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
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 he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
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 Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Samuel: *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Samuel:*Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough. Inkeeper: *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar." Samuel: *Nodding, he sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Samuel: *Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging. Bum:The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.." Samuel:*Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these." Bum: *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street. Samuel: *Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Samuel: *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
Samuel: *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I hope it works now. Also, when I say travel with his father, I planned on simply stating that his father decided to stay back at a certain town, etc. Rather than continuing on with the journey due to old age and weakness. A friend who was going to play the character didn't want to really come to the server, so I had to change that. Figured I'd let the next whitelister to read this know.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: After magic began to dominate the land and the Southern nation began to attack all else.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Legoasaurus - your app was perfect, except for "How did the Humans come to be in the Caves? The answer to this is a key aspect of the lore, hence why I'm being picky about it.
Also, to all other applicants (thecreeperslayer specifically): you are not being skipped over. If a specific whitelister defers someone, then that whitelister is responsible for all further resubmissions of said applicant's application, hence why I am not approving/denying your app, thecreeperslayer. This is to maintain uniformity in decisions and to keep the process organized.
I'm thinking about editing the OP so just before the Application form it details our application process, to save the whitelisters the trouble of repeating things over and over. Namely that Deferred individuals may edit their apps and reapply, that resubmissions ought to be put in a new post, and that the same whitelister handles all resubmissions for an individual.
Here's my full original app minus how the people came to live underground:
IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters )
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: -snip-
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The humans want to the caves to escape the war and chaos that was going on above ground.
Here's my full original app minus how the people came to live underground:
IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters )
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: -snip-
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The humans want to the caves to escape the war and chaos that was going on above ground.
How's that?
Pssst "Recent History". An Apocalypse happened and everybody hid in the caves to escape the lava and death.
Really? Not what I get when I open that tab. I read that war and then chaos came about due to everyone having magic. It does say passingly 'The world as we know it has come to an end.', but that doesn't appear to be a vital part of the paragraph.
Really? Not what I get when I open that tab. I read that war and then chaos came about due to everyone having magic. It does say passingly 'The world as we know it has come to an end.', but that doesn't appear to be a vital part of the paragraph.
What is in Recent News after the first paragraph:
Things have changed, people have died. Good, hard-working people. The world as we know it has come to an end. A great beacon of light shoots forth from where Roland's Basin once stood, beckoning the survivors of the Great Doom. Those that reach it find a small tunnel that leads down into a massive underground city. The tunnel closes behind them.
To summarize: The apocalypse happened a few days ago (an IC week I'm guessing).
My apologies, that bit was added recently. I'll clarify it for future applicants. But yes, everybody's underground because of the Apocalypse that occurred recently.
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): I’ll be willing to disclose once I’ve gotten into the community.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I can find agreement in just about everything though the disease of lycanthropy is a legitimate character trait, but only if done right.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: I’m assuming this is not quoting you, but power gaming comes down to players A. creating a character who is so totally perfect that they can’t lose, and roleplaying in a way that reflects that. B. doing PvP in a manner as to abuse what you have instead of giving the other person fair chance as this is an RP. C. refusing to lose in any situation (without being a stubborn character that is still losing just not admitting it Icly) and acting as a god.
I’ll admit those are a bit vague, but it’s something that comes in many forms, and one of my ideas of powrgaming is a bit of meta as well so I’m putting it there.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Meta is using outside content within the RP. This includes abusing OOC conversation, the arrows on maps, and abuse of in game mechanics like bugs. The abuse of game mechanics like the fact that you can still deal dmg to a person in full iron with just your fists. This section also includes greifing to travel (towers and tunnels to get into otherwise inaccessible areas.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: well basically playing a role. In depth… well it’s the integration of many individual characters that all have different backgrounds, and how their stories intertwine. RP is really like a big book with many many authors. Every character supplies a new aspect, and is meant to add to the world.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: no one. Quite frankly the only ones who would need it are admins but they’d have access to creative and what naught.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: with the consent of the character’s player.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: when you are not engaged in RP. It’s alright if you’re keeping out of RP, and simply say hi to everyone when you jump on or something.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: seems alright the reset in the world seems to balance out anything I saw unfit at the start.
Who is allowed to use magic?: those with permission, which is earned by presenting an “exceptional” app. Personally I would aim for this, but due to the degree at which it seems to be used (it seems meant for mages) I wouldn’t enjoy it for my character. (I have a tendency to play an arcane archer, but a normal one shall do.)
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: with the chaos caused by the war refugees came to Roland’s Basin where they are later forced into the caves.
OR Uhm no... sorry went back and read again.
Well I guess full apocalypse is a bit better of a reason can't really fight lava...
What are the Shrines?: point at which the undergods place blessing upon whatever group controls the area.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: been server roleplaying since I got minecraft (been a mod and admin twice), and been forum Rping for about three years.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Dragonsreach-died
Athenryl-died
Assassins creep- far too much restrictions removing the entire minecraft element.
And a couple of other small ones.
I do feel I need to put this in here though I understand its point of being here this section is a bit excessive. I’ll spend a good couple hours on my characters, but when I need to spend more than half an hour on retelling you all the rules something is wrong.
Character Information
Name: Jercio Kalun
Age: 24
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: archer (specs in hunter and Galt Ranger [a technique of rapid fire and yet precision])
Physical description: Most are quick to judge the young man. His thin body and his lanky height make him appear as a twig does in a wind storm. In truth his lean form is deceptively muscular, and he commands his movements with much dexterity. He’s adapted to a life unlike those of his ancestry. It has changed him in all ways.
He does not keep a beard, a trait once common to his sort, instead being clean-shaven, and only has minimal stubble now and then. The scars on his hands and the wind scorn nature of his face show the ware and tare he’s endured in the wastes. It is probably his only connection to his people. Survival. Jercio’s body reflects his predatory nature and its costs. Traits of a man a decade his elder appear on Jercio’s face in the form of wrinkles at the edge of his amber eyes, upon his brow, and at the back of his jaw.
He wears ragged clothes that carry as many scars as his skin. The tunic is a faded brown that has begun to turn gray. His pants are a slightly too long pair of heavy cloth trousers meant to keep the snow off, but they have served to keep the snakes and rats from biting at Jercio’s feet. The most expensive possession he has is a baldrick that never is taken off his body. The bronze buckle is engraved with the mark of a traitor. He wears it with honor. You can see it in his eyes. Your opinion matter not, but it will be met with apathy before rage.
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.): Kalun was a house of great men. They provided a backbone to the Ragnau military in the form of a long line of fearless warriors. Until Jercio. Son of a harlot he knew not until of age to become a warrior. He was unlike the rest of his family. Still then his father demanded he learn the way of the ax. Jercio saw this as a crude and ineffective method. He took to the bow instead, a perfect combination of efficiency and finesse. This wouldn’t do for a Kalun though. Jercio’s father attempted to prove to him the power of the ax by forcing him to duel of the area’s highest ranking commanders. It didn’t last long. Jercio dispatched his foe with a quick shot to the neck. This was not his intent though. He only planned to disable the man with shots to the arms and legs. It was a misfire caused by Jercio’s father tampering with the arrow’s feltching.
The blame was placed upon the entire family. Jercio accepted that quickly, but denounced his father. Exiling himself Jercio left his family behind to die off and end their legacy. His own father had risked him in a duel, caused him to kill another man, and all in the pursuit of a pathetic tradition.
The apocalypse was anti-climactic to Jercio. His world had already fallen, and the one he possessed was nothing more than a nomadic life of scavenging what he could. It felt maddening for a while going along only to find town razed and destroyed. It isolated him even more. Soon he accepted it and it turned him cold. He was like the icy north he left behind. Inhospitable and constantly fighting.
He long had refused to head to a rumored remaining point of civilization. It seemed a pointless quest to travel there. Why re-integrate? What could be gained? Jercio decided with how little food and supplies he could find the chances for a meal would at least be one improvement. With any luck this city would be mostly empty. Instead Jercio had to accept what he came upon. Though at first it made little sense to him, especially with how much he pondered life in his exile, he adapted as he always has. Here the Kalun name would become something new. Something with real honor behind it. Exile was now to become the home of the Kaluns.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His motivation was the most primal. He cared to survive. Upon rethinking it. Though he despised what his name meant in the homeland he could give it new meaning. After all its translation was originally ‘Shift’ or 'challenge the way'.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Jercio’s dedication to the bow and the Galt style is impressive. He’s taken great care to apply his training to everyday life by incorporating it both ways. Training into daily tasks and daily tasks into training. With his dexterity Jercio is easily able to use knives and other weapons in close combat. His survival skills are top notch letting him adapt quick and react quicker.
Personality wise the exile gave Jercio time to think. He has very good control of his emotions, but he can come across as apathetic. His morals are also based on a natural law rather then a political one, so his moral compass points mostly true.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): As much as he wishes to ignore it the reason for his life still angers Jercio. He attempts to mask it, but it is one of three things that will set him off. Another is the way his father was. He betrayed Jercio. There was nothing more to it. The final is when others think his ways of doing what is natural right is because he wants to be a positive force. He only does it cause it’s what is decent. He won’t risk his neck for something stupid, but if needed he is a force to be reckoned with.
As with most of those who take up the bow his melee strength is minimal and his constitution is as well. Galt style also restricts him as it is mostly effective against one target. In a brawl its nearly useless. The requirement for a long time spent aiming before unleashing long volleys disrupts easily.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Jercio has been alone a long time rushing into a group may not be the best idea for him. The idea of a certain group has caught his eye, but he does not intend to pledge allegiance to anyone. For now at most he’d assist the Vespero Scath indirectly.
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.)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*upon hearing the man’s calls turns and glares at him*
“What has caused your lack?”
“wha? I uh… I‘m just a hungry old man please sir.”
“Be quiet or answer. I have no time nor pity for those who have earned their punishment.”
*The ragged man is silent.*
“I thought as much. This town may be filled with many who lost much, but some caused their losses.”
*Jercio carries on not looking back*
“Fools in this world. Never wishing to even attempt at another chance. Wanting consolation even in their ends. Let them die off. With how this world is it’s better for them anyway.”
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Jercio notices then carries on. That is until he hears a couple of terms used to depict the lass. Turning around with an emphasized step Jercio approaches the men.*
“I do believe we reserve that word for certain others.”
*The first man looks Jercio in the eyes and begins to chuckle.*
*The other makes sure the girl does not slip away.*
“Ahaha… how bout you run along.”
“Oh trust me I’d be happy to as soon as you apologize to the lady.” *Jercio returns the glare with his own cold focused eyes.*
“I said run along.”
“No you suggested it. I’m not agreeing. Now I am insisting you apologize before I make you do it from your knees.”
“Belligerent little ****” *The first growls and draws his sword.*
“I’m going to be late again…” * Jercio shakes his head and the with a gruff sigh relaxes his muscles.*
*The man takes a heavy downward swing at Jercio.*
*Jercio steps diagonally to dodge and is now half a step behind the man. Jercio violently pushes the man’s helm forward causing the visor to hit him hard on the bridge of the nose and blind him for a moment.*
*The man takes a blind horizontal swing, but the blade strikes against the wall.*
*Jercio in the same instant smacks his hand against the flat of the blade knocking it out of the man’s hand.*
*having now fixed his helm, the man turns to face Jercio again. His nose his slightly bloodied.*
“Buerk. You can let the girl go. I think we need to handle teaching this one some lessons about fighting.”
“Trust me there’s little to learn from fools like you.”
*The second man suddenly kicks Jercio in the back sending him flying into the first.*
“Ok fine. Element of surprise but that is basic.”
*The first man grabs Jercio by the collar and hoists him up*
“You really should have just run before.”
“No. You should have apologized.”
*Jercio spits in the man’s eye and hits him hard in the nose. With his hand covered in blood and the other man stumbling back Jercio grabs the first man’s sword and looks to the second.*
*He’s drawn his own sword, but it’s a much shorter one meant for younger or just smaller people.*
*the reach does the man in as Jercio unleashes fast strikes, even though weak they make decent marks in the armor, and leave the second man toppled over against the wall*
“How bout you run along?” *Jercio chuckles as the two look at each other and run off*
“and of course I’m to picking up that bowstring. Probably already been sold off. This is why I hate helping people. Decent or not I always get the bum deal.”
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You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Jercio attempts to trade the few resources he picked up for food, but only earns meager amounts of coin.*
“You’re kidding me I can’t even buy bread with this!?”
“No, its supply and demand. I gotta sell what I got for the best profit.”
“Look it’s you’re profit or my life. Quite frankly if you were even a slight bit decent you’d try to make a deal. Ya know what give me the crystal back.”
*The shopkeep gives Jercio the crystal rock back*
“That this is mostly worthless anyway.”
“Still works for this”
*Jercio throws the crystal at the man hitting him hard in the chest.*
“Now I’ll give you the coin I have and I’ll be taking four loaves. Also if this rock is so worthless why do you got one sitting up on your shelf in a case. Next time you try to scam a wanderer hide your collection.”
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In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
“And that she was, but my mother she is no less, so I say to you. Why is your mother any greater?”
*The man downs another pint before answering*
“Well ya see… way long ago my mum… she’d do this thing with the chickens and this oh whats it called…”
*Jercio interupts*
“Wait so you’re mum is great for something with chickens? Now my mother may have been a tart, but at least she had taste..”
*Jercio chuckles at his pun*
“Look mate you wanna debate this or finish the game of… of… ZZZzzzzZZzzzz”
“No. I’d like you to be a heavy sleeper.”
*Jercio laughs taking his bets from the table and leaving half the other mans. He also leaves the *
“I was half way to winning, but this will do.”
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You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Jercio grumbles to himself*
“I thought we were refugees, not nobles. Honestly I’d rather we all be peasants then few have the power.”
*The lady overhears and turns around*
“I’ll have you know that by birthright I”
“Quiet. By birth right I should be leading the armies of Ragau. it’s the actions we take that determine what we do get.”
“Why I…”
“Why you what? You probably have never lifted a finger in your life. Probably got carried here by your manservant. Where is he now prepping the cobbles down the road so your shoes don’t get dirty? Its swine like you who corrupt the nobility. Your no more noble then the roaches in the earth.”
*The woman scoffs and hurries off.*
“Ingrate fool probably had a ***** of a mother.”
*Jercio tails her keeping a distance, but when he see the house she is about to enter throws a stone and runs.*
“Those underground should not have glass windows. Too many falling rocks.”
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: how do you intend to put in other races cause I kept who Jercio’s mother is open so I can possibly get him to be a half-breed.
Other notes: I’m game for helping with Lore. I spend most of my time writing, as I’m attempting to get a book written and published. If you’d like so proof of that skill I’m happy to send some examples of my work.
Other races will be introduced as having been long gone and recently awoken, which makes a half-breed make little sense at the moment, though it MIGHT be possible much later on. Lorewriting wise, a common starting point is having your character write books
well I meant OOCly. I'm actually attempting at becoming an author. I'm even going to attending university for a writing program (you know words and what naught).
As for Jercio perhaps a journal. might be a nice touch. after all he needs to re establish his name, and to keep others remembering a history may be useful.
well I meant OOCly. I'm actually attempting at becoming an author. I'm even going to attending university for a writing program (you know words and what naught).
As for Jercio perhaps a journal. might be a nice touch. after all he needs to re establish his name, and to keep others remembering a history may be useful.
I understood that you meant OOCly - Loremasters are the only individuals allowed to write story/world-changing lore, and we are very selective about how we appoint them. A diary or other short works are a great way for us to judge your writing ability and determine whether you could handle proper lorewriting, while the writing still going towards your character's development.
You can keep everything, it seems, you just can't be already living in the basin. That is pretty easy to edit....
Real-Life Age: 16
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): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief 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.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. His mother was a stay at home mom, like most women of his time and in his village. They lived in an average sized village, which was very calm and peaceful for most of his life. Nothing too chaotic ever happened near him, so he had a very calm and innocent childhood. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. They would go out into the harsh forests for hours on end taking down eighty foot tall thick ancient trees. Samuel didn't help a whole lot as a younger boy, but it still helped him build as a person. As a child, he often dreamed of becoming a fierce warrior, defending Ragnau on it's fronts. He would always brag about it to his father and friends, thinking that was the only pursuit of happiness for him. He never thought he'd be interesting in reading, writing or anything that higher class people typically tended to focus on. Soon that all changed. At a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. It started shaping him into a bit more mature of a person, he realized how awful being a warrior would be. Around the age of 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing, which he regrets not giving a chance earlier in life. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a small town's Borut who was interested in a new exciting constellation Samuel had discovered. The Borut wasn't anyone special or important, but it was evidence to Samuel that he was mastering his work and beginning to be recognized for it. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. He often did not have time or the funding to create his own studies or theories. He mainly served as an assistant to older and wiser scholars, which he did not mind. He picked up a lot while helping some of the best loremasters, scribes, astronomers and philosophers of Ragnau. This was around the age of 35. He had built up a very large library and a number of connections which would aid him later in life. Which, Samuel kept in his father's home. His father, still alive at this point was aging and mainly stayed home now. He watched over Samuel's many valuable books, maps and tools. Samuel moved back to his hometown after a few years in Ragnau's capital. He was in dire need of a break. The constant pressures and demand for new ideas from the royal family were stressing him out and causing major mental anguish. He began to struggle day to day and even began living with his father. He watched from their tiny, humble village as the kingdoms began to rip each other apart. As magic began to take over. When the southern realm waged war on the other three. He began to fear something of end time proportions was taking place. After the first battle's news reached his town he realized how serious it was. By that time, many of his friends and people he worked with had been ran out of Ragnau, or killed. Fearing a similar fate he set out for a place where he could take care of his father in his old age and hopefully not have to defend himself in the wild.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
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 he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
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 Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Samuel: *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Samuel:*Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough.
Inkeeper: *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar."
Samuel: *Nodding, he sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Samuel: *Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging.
Bum:The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.."
Samuel:*Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these."
Bum: *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street.
Samuel: *Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Samuel: *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
Samuel: *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I hope it works now. Also, when I say travel with his father, I planned on simply stating that his father decided to stay back at a certain town, etc. Rather than continuing on with the journey due to old age and weakness. A friend who was going to play the character didn't want to really come to the server, so I had to change that. Figured I'd let the next whitelister to read this know.
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: After magic began to dominate the land and the Southern nation began to attack all else.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/mYqgb
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
Legoasaurus - your app was perfect, except for "How did the Humans come to be in the Caves? The answer to this is a key aspect of the lore, hence why I'm being picky about it.
Also, to all other applicants (thecreeperslayer specifically): you are not being skipped over. If a specific whitelister defers someone, then that whitelister is responsible for all further resubmissions of said applicant's application, hence why I am not approving/denying your app, thecreeperslayer. This is to maintain uniformity in decisions and to keep the process organized.
thecreeperslayer - Thank you for fixing the things I explained for you to fix. Can't wait to see you on the server!
IGN: Legoasaurus (with annyoing letters )
Real-Life Age: Fourteen.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? My skype name is the same as my Minecraft username.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Indeed I have. I think that the ooc channel is a better choice than the private messages for ooc chat, but hopefully that will be used very sparingly. Also, just a small note, rule eight of combat rules, per se is two words. :3
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is using emotes or language to force another character to do something.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using information known to you but not your character to further your endeavours in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to act as though you are a character different to your real self.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Noone.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When both parties (in the case of CvC combat) agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Whenever appropriate, but sparingly. It is best to speak in OOC chat or PMs, but if one must speak OOC in local chat, brackets should be used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Indeed i have and do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only the Undergods and their sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: -snip-
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are a bit like resource deposits in an RTS. They can be harvested by those who control it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any? I've played on several RP servers, including the War is Feudal RP server and the Secret Underground Melon Farm Server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The War is Feudal server closed, and I left a few other servers due to bad quality roleplay or no players.
Character Information
Name: Corledion Jeshin
Age: 54
Race or Nationality: Javil
Class: Artificer
Physical description: An old man, with grey hair. His red robes implying intelligence intensified by his hunched back. His long beard suggests years spent leaning over books attempting to glean knowledge from them.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/mYqgb
Biography:
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
A pause.
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
What is your character’s main goal?: To introduce others to reading and to share knoledge.
Strengths: Corledion knows a lot. He can help almost anyone with almost anything, and will not hesitate to do so. From all of the binding, Corledion has a surprisingly strong set of arms.
Weaknesses: He is bad socially. He can't make conversation, and he is weak all over except for his arms.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:No, because the ideology of them does not fit Corledion.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: No, as Corledion is a very reclusive person.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Corledion walks past quickly, turning a blind eye.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Corledion moves into the town slowly
Food? Anyone? Food! please! Water!
*Corledion moves towards the nearest person
Please! I have money!
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Usually:
*Corledion turns a blind eye and walks past quickly
Rarely:
*Corledion attempts to help the man up
"Please, sir, allow me to get you a meal."
*Corledion offers to help the man into a restaurant
etc.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Corledion stands awkwardly as the tavern falls into silence
"Er... ermm... Yes, sir."
*Corledion leaves the tavern
(Corledion would never be in a tavern anyway.)
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Corledion stares awkwardly at the necklace in question
"Oh my!"
*Corledion hurriedly looks away from the woman's chest.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No, I think you've been very thorough.
Thanks for reading,
~Legoasaurus
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The humans want to the caves to escape the war and chaos that was going on above ground.
How's that?
Pssst "Recent History". An Apocalypse happened and everybody hid in the caves to escape the lava and death.
What is in Recent News after the first paragraph:
Things have changed, people have died. Good, hard-working people. The world as we know it has come to an end. A great beacon of light shoots forth from where Roland's Basin once stood, beckoning the survivors of the Great Doom. Those that reach it find a small tunnel that leads down into a massive underground city. The tunnel closes behind them.
To summarize: The apocalypse happened a few days ago (an IC week I'm guessing).
No problem, sorry about the confusion. You ought to be able to change that bit and get accepted when your app is next checked
IGN: Jericho_Neric
Real-Life Age: 17
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): I’ll be willing to disclose once I’ve gotten into the community.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I can find agreement in just about everything though the disease of lycanthropy is a legitimate character trait, but only if done right.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: I’m assuming this is not quoting you, but power gaming comes down to players A. creating a character who is so totally perfect that they can’t lose, and roleplaying in a way that reflects that. B. doing PvP in a manner as to abuse what you have instead of giving the other person fair chance as this is an RP. C. refusing to lose in any situation (without being a stubborn character that is still losing just not admitting it Icly) and acting as a god.
I’ll admit those are a bit vague, but it’s something that comes in many forms, and one of my ideas of powrgaming is a bit of meta as well so I’m putting it there.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Meta is using outside content within the RP. This includes abusing OOC conversation, the arrows on maps, and abuse of in game mechanics like bugs. The abuse of game mechanics like the fact that you can still deal dmg to a person in full iron with just your fists. This section also includes greifing to travel (towers and tunnels to get into otherwise inaccessible areas.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: well basically playing a role. In depth… well it’s the integration of many individual characters that all have different backgrounds, and how their stories intertwine. RP is really like a big book with many many authors. Every character supplies a new aspect, and is meant to add to the world.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: no one. Quite frankly the only ones who would need it are admins but they’d have access to creative and what naught.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: with the consent of the character’s player.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: when you are not engaged in RP. It’s alright if you’re keeping out of RP, and simply say hi to everyone when you jump on or something.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: seems alright the reset in the world seems to balance out anything I saw unfit at the start.
Who is allowed to use magic?: those with permission, which is earned by presenting an “exceptional” app. Personally I would aim for this, but due to the degree at which it seems to be used (it seems meant for mages) I wouldn’t enjoy it for my character. (I have a tendency to play an arcane archer, but a normal one shall do.)
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: with the chaos caused by the war refugees came to Roland’s Basin where they are later forced into the caves.
OR Uhm no... sorry went back and read again.
Well I guess full apocalypse is a bit better of a reason can't really fight lava...
What are the Shrines?: point at which the undergods place blessing upon whatever group controls the area.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: been server roleplaying since I got minecraft (been a mod and admin twice), and been forum Rping for about three years.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Dragonsreach-died
Athenryl-died
Assassins creep- far too much restrictions removing the entire minecraft element.
And a couple of other small ones.
I do feel I need to put this in here though I understand its point of being here this section is a bit excessive. I’ll spend a good couple hours on my characters, but when I need to spend more than half an hour on retelling you all the rules something is wrong.
Character Information
Name: Jercio Kalun
Age: 24
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: archer (specs in hunter and Galt Ranger [a technique of rapid fire and yet precision])
Physical description: Most are quick to judge the young man. His thin body and his lanky height make him appear as a twig does in a wind storm. In truth his lean form is deceptively muscular, and he commands his movements with much dexterity. He’s adapted to a life unlike those of his ancestry. It has changed him in all ways.
He does not keep a beard, a trait once common to his sort, instead being clean-shaven, and only has minimal stubble now and then. The scars on his hands and the wind scorn nature of his face show the ware and tare he’s endured in the wastes. It is probably his only connection to his people. Survival. Jercio’s body reflects his predatory nature and its costs. Traits of a man a decade his elder appear on Jercio’s face in the form of wrinkles at the edge of his amber eyes, upon his brow, and at the back of his jaw.
He wears ragged clothes that carry as many scars as his skin. The tunic is a faded brown that has begun to turn gray. His pants are a slightly too long pair of heavy cloth trousers meant to keep the snow off, but they have served to keep the snakes and rats from biting at Jercio’s feet. The most expensive possession he has is a baldrick that never is taken off his body. The bronze buckle is engraved with the mark of a traitor. He wears it with honor. You can see it in his eyes. Your opinion matter not, but it will be met with apathy before rage.
Screen capture of your skin:
http://tinypic.com/r/ja8942/6
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.): Kalun was a house of great men. They provided a backbone to the Ragnau military in the form of a long line of fearless warriors. Until Jercio. Son of a harlot he knew not until of age to become a warrior. He was unlike the rest of his family. Still then his father demanded he learn the way of the ax. Jercio saw this as a crude and ineffective method. He took to the bow instead, a perfect combination of efficiency and finesse. This wouldn’t do for a Kalun though. Jercio’s father attempted to prove to him the power of the ax by forcing him to duel of the area’s highest ranking commanders. It didn’t last long. Jercio dispatched his foe with a quick shot to the neck. This was not his intent though. He only planned to disable the man with shots to the arms and legs. It was a misfire caused by Jercio’s father tampering with the arrow’s feltching.
The blame was placed upon the entire family. Jercio accepted that quickly, but denounced his father. Exiling himself Jercio left his family behind to die off and end their legacy. His own father had risked him in a duel, caused him to kill another man, and all in the pursuit of a pathetic tradition.
The apocalypse was anti-climactic to Jercio. His world had already fallen, and the one he possessed was nothing more than a nomadic life of scavenging what he could. It felt maddening for a while going along only to find town razed and destroyed. It isolated him even more. Soon he accepted it and it turned him cold. He was like the icy north he left behind. Inhospitable and constantly fighting.
He long had refused to head to a rumored remaining point of civilization. It seemed a pointless quest to travel there. Why re-integrate? What could be gained? Jercio decided with how little food and supplies he could find the chances for a meal would at least be one improvement. With any luck this city would be mostly empty. Instead Jercio had to accept what he came upon. Though at first it made little sense to him, especially with how much he pondered life in his exile, he adapted as he always has. Here the Kalun name would become something new. Something with real honor behind it. Exile was now to become the home of the Kaluns.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His motivation was the most primal. He cared to survive. Upon rethinking it. Though he despised what his name meant in the homeland he could give it new meaning. After all its translation was originally ‘Shift’ or 'challenge the way'.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Jercio’s dedication to the bow and the Galt style is impressive. He’s taken great care to apply his training to everyday life by incorporating it both ways. Training into daily tasks and daily tasks into training. With his dexterity Jercio is easily able to use knives and other weapons in close combat. His survival skills are top notch letting him adapt quick and react quicker.
Personality wise the exile gave Jercio time to think. He has very good control of his emotions, but he can come across as apathetic. His morals are also based on a natural law rather then a political one, so his moral compass points mostly true.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): As much as he wishes to ignore it the reason for his life still angers Jercio. He attempts to mask it, but it is one of three things that will set him off. Another is the way his father was. He betrayed Jercio. There was nothing more to it. The final is when others think his ways of doing what is natural right is because he wants to be a positive force. He only does it cause it’s what is decent. He won’t risk his neck for something stupid, but if needed he is a force to be reckoned with.
As with most of those who take up the bow his melee strength is minimal and his constitution is as well. Galt style also restricts him as it is mostly effective against one target. In a brawl its nearly useless. The requirement for a long time spent aiming before unleashing long volleys disrupts easily.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Jercio has been alone a long time rushing into a group may not be the best idea for him. The idea of a certain group has caught his eye, but he does not intend to pledge allegiance to anyone. For now at most he’d assist the Vespero Scath indirectly.
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.)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*upon hearing the man’s calls turns and glares at him*
“What has caused your lack?”
“wha? I uh… I‘m just a hungry old man please sir.”
“Be quiet or answer. I have no time nor pity for those who have earned their punishment.”
*The ragged man is silent.*
“I thought as much. This town may be filled with many who lost much, but some caused their losses.”
*Jercio carries on not looking back*
“Fools in this world. Never wishing to even attempt at another chance. Wanting consolation even in their ends. Let them die off. With how this world is it’s better for them anyway.”
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Jercio notices then carries on. That is until he hears a couple of terms used to depict the lass. Turning around with an emphasized step Jercio approaches the men.*
“I do believe we reserve that word for certain others.”
*The first man looks Jercio in the eyes and begins to chuckle.*
*The other makes sure the girl does not slip away.*
“Ahaha… how bout you run along.”
“Oh trust me I’d be happy to as soon as you apologize to the lady.” *Jercio returns the glare with his own cold focused eyes.*
“I said run along.”
“No you suggested it. I’m not agreeing. Now I am insisting you apologize before I make you do it from your knees.”
“Belligerent little ****” *The first growls and draws his sword.*
“I’m going to be late again…” * Jercio shakes his head and the with a gruff sigh relaxes his muscles.*
*The man takes a heavy downward swing at Jercio.*
*Jercio steps diagonally to dodge and is now half a step behind the man. Jercio violently pushes the man’s helm forward causing the visor to hit him hard on the bridge of the nose and blind him for a moment.*
*The man takes a blind horizontal swing, but the blade strikes against the wall.*
*Jercio in the same instant smacks his hand against the flat of the blade knocking it out of the man’s hand.*
*having now fixed his helm, the man turns to face Jercio again. His nose his slightly bloodied.*
“Buerk. You can let the girl go. I think we need to handle teaching this one some lessons about fighting.”
“Trust me there’s little to learn from fools like you.”
*The second man suddenly kicks Jercio in the back sending him flying into the first.*
“Ok fine. Element of surprise but that is basic.”
*The first man grabs Jercio by the collar and hoists him up*
“You really should have just run before.”
“No. You should have apologized.”
*Jercio spits in the man’s eye and hits him hard in the nose. With his hand covered in blood and the other man stumbling back Jercio grabs the first man’s sword and looks to the second.*
*He’s drawn his own sword, but it’s a much shorter one meant for younger or just smaller people.*
*the reach does the man in as Jercio unleashes fast strikes, even though weak they make decent marks in the armor, and leave the second man toppled over against the wall*
“How bout you run along?” *Jercio chuckles as the two look at each other and run off*
“and of course I’m to picking up that bowstring. Probably already been sold off. This is why I hate helping people. Decent or not I always get the bum deal.”
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You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Jercio attempts to trade the few resources he picked up for food, but only earns meager amounts of coin.*
“You’re kidding me I can’t even buy bread with this!?”
“No, its supply and demand. I gotta sell what I got for the best profit.”
“Look it’s you’re profit or my life. Quite frankly if you were even a slight bit decent you’d try to make a deal. Ya know what give me the crystal back.”
*The shopkeep gives Jercio the crystal rock back*
“That this is mostly worthless anyway.”
“Still works for this”
*Jercio throws the crystal at the man hitting him hard in the chest.*
“Now I’ll give you the coin I have and I’ll be taking four loaves. Also if this rock is so worthless why do you got one sitting up on your shelf in a case. Next time you try to scam a wanderer hide your collection.”
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In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
“And that she was, but my mother she is no less, so I say to you. Why is your mother any greater?”
*The man downs another pint before answering*
“Well ya see… way long ago my mum… she’d do this thing with the chickens and this oh whats it called…”
*Jercio interupts*
“Wait so you’re mum is great for something with chickens? Now my mother may have been a tart, but at least she had taste..”
*Jercio chuckles at his pun*
“Look mate you wanna debate this or finish the game of… of… ZZZzzzzZZzzzz”
“No. I’d like you to be a heavy sleeper.”
*Jercio laughs taking his bets from the table and leaving half the other mans. He also leaves the *
“I was half way to winning, but this will do.”
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You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Jercio grumbles to himself*
“I thought we were refugees, not nobles. Honestly I’d rather we all be peasants then few have the power.”
*The lady overhears and turns around*
“I’ll have you know that by birthright I”
“Quiet. By birth right I should be leading the armies of Ragau. it’s the actions we take that determine what we do get.”
“Why I…”
“Why you what? You probably have never lifted a finger in your life. Probably got carried here by your manservant. Where is he now prepping the cobbles down the road so your shoes don’t get dirty? Its swine like you who corrupt the nobility. Your no more noble then the roaches in the earth.”
*The woman scoffs and hurries off.*
“Ingrate fool probably had a ***** of a mother.”
*Jercio tails her keeping a distance, but when he see the house she is about to enter throws a stone and runs.*
“Those underground should not have glass windows. Too many falling rocks.”
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: how do you intend to put in other races cause I kept who Jercio’s mother is open so I can possibly get him to be a half-breed.
Other notes: I’m game for helping with Lore. I spend most of my time writing, as I’m attempting to get a book written and published. If you’d like so proof of that skill I’m happy to send some examples of my work.
As for Jercio perhaps a journal. might be a nice touch. after all he needs to re establish his name, and to keep others remembering a history may be useful.
I understood that you meant OOCly - Loremasters are the only individuals allowed to write story/world-changing lore, and we are very selective about how we appoint them. A diary or other short works are a great way for us to judge your writing ability and determine whether you could handle proper lorewriting, while the writing still going towards your character's development.