Note: Road to Ages Role Playing Server has been closed. We are hosting this Survival Server until our newest and hopefully best role playing server to date has been complete.
Hello everyone and welcome to the Unlimited Clan Gaming/Role Playing community temporary survival server. This is our way of showing we care for our community, while we develop the newest server of the UCG. We wanted you all to have something to do within minecraft, so here you go.
This server will have a few rules to keep it fun for all and have everyone enjoy the server. The following rules and guidelines will be enforced fully and any punishments (including Bans) received on this server will follow you to all servers in the future (meaning your banned here, your banned on all following servers).
Rules: 1.)Stealing is acceptable from chest, if the owners don’t lock them.
a.You may not steal from farms.
b.You may not steal blocks. (Logs, Iron Blocks, Etc)
c.Take only what you can use.
2.)Greifing is allowed but under the following conditions.
a.You may destroy the following types of blocks: Dirt, Wooden Door, Wool
b.You may place a single block of TNT within a building.
c.You may not destroy more than half of a building (Half is determined by staff members)
d.Just remember two things: What goes around comes around and Do to others as you would want them to do to you.
3.)Killing in the Open is very well okay. You may allow take what you want from them.
a.Do not Spawn Camp someone
b.Leave something of theirs; take only what you can use.
c.Do not kill someone within their own house/base
d.Just remember two things: What goes around comes around and Do to others as you would want them to do to you.
These rules will be enforced by the staff of moderators, but mostly myself, Falzarr, and Jboi. If you have any problems, please inform us and such. Any suggestions or questions about these rules please post them within this thread.
How to Join:
The server IP is the same as RtA just join and enjoy!
New Players: We will be allowing new players to join us in three different ways. First they have applied to RtA server and were accepted, they apply to Project Horror once the thread is up, or they openly join the Role Playing community from our Community Thread (soon to be posted).
Any questions, comments, or concerns about the survival server please ask here and I will answer as soon as Possible.
-Prongs
Hello, everyone! With the newest and first full server update, Rise of Ravok, out, I'm sure you're wondering what exactly this update enatails. There were a few plugin changes, some additions, and plenty of new in game content added.
SolusRpg v1.10:[/ub]
Miscellaneous:
Added the new Apprentice Redstone Engineer class for those currently in training.
Lots of performance updates for block and item checking.
Common items now includes: Books, wooden doors, glowstone, and nether stalks.
Miner:
The miner class can no longer break Netherrack.
New Plugins:
Monster Apocalypse
Bookworm
Chainmail
General Info:
With the Rise of Ravok update, we will begin ushering in some big server/RP changes. Most of which I can't tell you, since they pertain to the upcoming event. Rest assured, though, that after the event, those changes will be glaringly obvious
Additionally, we're going to be ushering in a new guild system, lead by players. In order to get things started, you may notice a little bit of moderator intervention, just to ensure things are implemented smoothly. As time goes on, though, more and more control will be handed back to the players. Don't mess this up guys, this was my idea, and I need you to make me look good :3
And that's about it! If anyone notices any bugs, just make a post about it in the bug report section as always, and I'll get to it as soon as possible.
OOC Information
In-game Name: sales5man
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central Standard Time
How did you hear about us? (Optional):
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IC information
Roleplay Name: Drogo Ovata
Age:24
Race: Irédoran
Class: Farmer
Biography(250 words minimal): Drogo was the middle child of Lannea and Malosma. He had five sisters and three brothers. Both of his parents were farmers and at a young age Drogo started to learn the art of farming. His eldest brother, Gluta, was very cruel to their family and he would often beat his younger siblings. Drogo grew angrier and aangrier with Gluta after many years of abuse from his brother Drogo finally fought back. Gluta was strong, much stronger than Drogo, but was very slow and Drogo easily dodged his punches. After a minute or so Drogo over took his brother and knocked him out.
Though Gluta's abuse did not stop Drogo had a new courage to fight back if ever the time came, but luckily do to Gluta going off to join the army the next year he never had to fight him again. Because of Gluta leaving, Drogo was now the eldest son and heir to the family's farm. At the time Drogo didn't want to be a farmer and as soon as he realized that he was now heir to the farm he packed up his stuff and left for the city.
Once there Drogo was amazed by the breath taking architecture and the strange people. While walking along the street he looked into a dreary ally and out of the corner of his eye he saw two men mugging an old man. His first reaction was to go help the man, but he hesitated noting the size of the two evil men. He knew he had to help the man so he swallowed his fear and charged into the ally swinging his fist crazily. He struck one of the men knocking him backwards. The other jumped on Drogo. Drogo squiremed under the man's heavy body. The other came towards them with a piece of metal that had been lying on the ground near them, he was ready to drive a shattering blow to Drogo's skull. Suddenly the old man rose and muttered something in a language that Drogo didn't understand, then a small ball of flames appeared and flew towards one of the men and he ran away screaming. The other edged closer to the old man but was stopped by a sudden gust of wind that lifted him off of his feet and high into the air. Drpgp stood up and looked at the grizzled old man, the man thanked him and then invited him to his home for a nice meal.
Drogo returned to the man's home and had a wonderful meal. He discovered that the man had been a battle mage, but was now to old to fight. After a good rest Drogo thanked him and then headed for his home deciding that the big city was no place for a farmer such as himself. Upon his arrival home he apologized for leaving the family.
Drogo is a little bit different than most other's in the fact that he has been seen talking to his crops. Though he knows that they do not talk back he believes that talking to them helps them grow faster and that they will produce riper fruit.
((btw FIRST!!))
OOC Information
In-game Name: OTTS271
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central Standard
How did you hear about us? (Optional): sales5man & umbralcat
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): OTTSRULEZ
IC information
Roleplay Name: Mardall Darnath
Age:18
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Smith
Biography(250 words minimal): Mardall Darnath, son of Marcus Darnath, has always been a fierce and gentle person .His father died in battle and, out of grief, his mother committed suicide. After his parents’ death, he put it upon himself to help keep peace, as a teenager he often got involved when things were going wrong. Even though he wanted to be peaceful and only fight when needed, his anger sometimes got the better of him. One such time happened when he was 15; a young Cmok called him and his friends “a pack of no good savages.” Out of rage, Mardall attacked the man and beat him, until his fellow Bjardsoens pulled him off, as he was being dragged away he started repeating hysterically, “Never lose, Never Fail,” which quickly became his personal philosophy. He is very tall and muscular for his age, with the blonde hair and grey eyes of a Bjardsoen. Very smart and strong, he quickly made many friends and enemies on his way to manhood. Naturally skilled with weapons and warfare he never wanted to join the army, which people thought was a waste of skill, so he became a smith, which allowed him to work with weapons and have a way to defend himself. He decided that it was the best choice, no anger, no reason to fight, yet still a way to help keep peace. He spends most of his days roaming the town, with anyone who will talk to him, and sometimes gets decent work out of it. However, the need for weapons has gone down leaving him a bit poor, but he has a solid income, even though it’s low, gets him through the years.
Time zone/Location: mountain time/Edmonton alberta Canada
How did you hear about us? (Optional): friends (MrCheeseBurger77 and austinzappy)
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): Baudgee
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Roleplay Name: Lytium Candrath
Age: 29
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Smith
Biography(250 words minimal): Dellian Candrath, a 36 year old warrior, had 3 children with his wife. By blood, Lytium, Drogo, and Mardall were to fight in battles in the true Bjardsoen spirit. A year later Dellian ran away with his wife and was never seen by the trio again. Another man, Intelion, acted as a surrogate parent, but did not care much for the three. Lytium was forced to take care of the family.
Lytium would always tell his brothers stories of their parents. His brothers didn't ever have a reaction to these stories, they just sat there, with a blank look on their faces. Lytium always swore that Intelion would regret passing the responsibility of two other children to him. He would make Intelion pay one day, he knew that for sure.
When 20-year-old Lytium became a smith, he became known to the locals for once! Nine years after that, Drogo moved away to follow his life's dream, to be an inn keeper. Only being 24, he did not know where to go but always had his two brother to back him up. Mardall, the youngest of the bunch, always wanted to keep the peace. However, Mardal had a very explosive temper, so he eventually joined the army. 18-year-old Mardall was still being raised by Lytium. Because Drogo moved quite far away to live his dream, his brothers rarely visited. When they did, it was not for long.
Lytium was by far the most muscular, but also would be called 'fat' by some. He did not mind unlike, his brothers. He was more of a peaceful-unless-attacked kind of man. Bright blue eyes like the winter sky, his mother used to say. That is all he remembered of his mother.
It is very simple: A member of our staff team will give you a small scenario and you and the staff member will role play it out. Then they will grade you on your preformence.
In-game Name: randy_inglefield
Age:18
Time zone/Location: Arizona
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Im “Head Moderator”…..
UCGaming Forums Name: Falzarr
Roleplay Name: Felix Vanburen
Age: 32
Race: Cmokan
Class: Swordsman
Felix was born in Cmok and lived with his parents in a reasonable sized house and lived a fairy normal life. He hated his boring normal life and at the age of 17 he left home to go travel around the world and gain some worldly experience. One day during his travels he encountered a small necromancer camp while hunting for his next meal. At this time, he was 23 years old and had spent a considerable amount of time training his combat abilities during his travels. As Felix waited for a moment to strike, he witnessed the necromancers bringing in a human sacrifice in order to transform her into one of their undead minions. As soon as Felix saw an opening, he jumped from the shadows and began his attack on the necromancers. While he was distracted, a few of the mages managed to finish the ritual and transformed the young woman into a member of the undead horde. Upon seeing the disfigured visage of the once living woman, Felix was driven into a rage and managed to kill the last of the mages with ease. As he viewed the scene around him, he still had to deal with the zombified woman. He decided there was only one course of action. He spoke a quick prayer to his god, Uldr, and then quickly cut off the womans head, ending her suffering. After this horrible event, Felix had a complete change in mindset and decided that he would return to Cmok and start a Knight order for the purpose of fighting the necromancers, their undead armies, and any other unnatural beings. Over the next few years of his life, Felix was able to rapidly earn the trust of the majority of the townsfolk, as well the trust of the emperor himself. For his valiant efforts and significant achievements in protecting Cmok from the threat of necromancers, the emperor named Felix a noble, and the Lord of Cmok after the old lord was killed by a small necromancer cult. Currently, Felix is still the lord of Cmok and leader of the knight order. The emperor has also appointed a few members of the order as his personal guard as well as un-official town guards. Due to his dislike of chaos, disorder, and the unnatural, Felix has a strong dislike of criminals, wrong doers, and all kinds of unnatural beings such as zombies, skeletons, and even the Iredoran.
Edit:
I never talked about my characters personality, and its already raising a few questions, so I will make a personality section here.
Felix is a rather quirky man. At times he will seem perfectly civilized, and then a few minutes later he will be jumping across the rooftops in Cmok. He acts on his whims, so if he suddenly thinks it old be amusing to climb to roof of the palace and sit there for a bit, he will do it without even thinking. He may also do things like ride the fountains down the hills rather than use the stairs, stand on fence posts completely still not speaking or moving, or on very very rare occasions, accidentally light himself on fire and then casually walk away ingoring the fact that hes on fire due to the fact that most people would be a bit confused if a man ignored being on fire and he would find their reactions amusing. He is not insane at all, and is extremely intelligent but is very curious and tends to act strangely when bored. He also strongly dislikes when people wander into his house either thinking it is public property, or the mages college. His home clearly has a sign next to the door stating "Home of Lord Felix Vanburen. Be mindful while inside". So if he starts acting strange all of a sudden, it is perfectly normal behavior and is nothing to be concerned about. Reasons for his personality quirks are something he keeps to himself.
It is very simple: A member of our staff team will give you a small scenario and you and the staff member will role play it out. Then they will grade you on your preformence.
So I want to `sign up`for one. How (Question mark)
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In-game Name:3VN
Age:12
Time zone/Location:GMT+1
How did you hear about us? (Optional):I joined the LOTR server and have been here ever since.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): 3VN
IC information
Roleplay Name:Tanuc Ghror
Age:23
Race:Kree
Class:Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):Tanuc was born in 111 S.A in the city of Gazadan. His mother was a waitress in the local tavern, while he's father worked in the mines. His father was a terrible man, he didnt care for Tanuc, he only saw him as a worker. At the age of 4 Tanuc was put in the mines by his father. He basiccly lived in the mines spending day and nights in the mines on.The days were hard in the mines as it was warm and hot. Tanuc spent most of his time in the mines scavening for food, since he didnt get anything from his father. At the age of 6 his mother dissapeared, and his father started to demand more of him. It wasnt until he was 16 that he managed to flee to his uncle. He lived with his uncle,his uncle was a clerk at the general store, so he used to bring back money for Tanuc. His uncle used to talk with him and teach him about moral and descisions and why what his father had done to him was bad. He got food and anything that he wanted, but there was something i wanted that he couldnt get. He wanted to go back to the mines, thou he hated what his father had done to him. There was something with the mines, that wanted him to go back. Tanuc is now 23 and is looking for a mining job in the mines of Gazadan. He didnt get any education, but he is over the average skilled when it comes to mining He's marked by what his father has done to him ,so he prefers to work alone. He's now looking to start a new life as a miner
EDIT: He was born in 177 T.A i followed an old time line
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In-game Name: MrFunEGUY
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: -5 EST (Eastern Time)
How did you hear about us? (Optional): I joined during MERP. I was simply browsing for a good server, and I sure did find one.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): MrFunEGUY
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Roleplay Name: Trúc Iythamar
Age: 220
Race: Irédoran
Class: Herbalist
Biography:
Trúc was born in the 730 S.A. and was alive when Myrire was first constructed in the great forest. Trúc helped during the construction, as he loved the forest and his people. During the time of construction, Myrire was walking through the woods pondering his purpose in the Universe when he stumbled upon a weed. He cursed the weed and ripped it from the ground. To his surprise and utter fascination, the roots were a deep purple color as opposed to the rich green of the leaves. This is what sparked Trúc's interest in Herbalism. He was a monster now, as he hungered for the knowledge of all the plants and fungi that he could find. He began to mix the ingredients together, and studied the effect. One day, he actually tried one of his potions. Unfortunately, he went blind for about 2 days. This though, did not stop him from pursuing the knowledge of plant-life. Through time, her became a skilled Herbalist. By the year 45 T.A., he had learned of all the plant-life that he could in the Great Forest. He used this knowledge to assist his people, making them potions of health and prosperity and curing their illness.
In 62 T.A., when the Ti'Garian race attacked and Started the Great Wars, Trúc lent his skills to the warriors, constantly sending out potions of strength and agility to them. In 69 T.A., tired of the Great War, Trúc left his home and began to travel the land. He left his home to travel uncharted territory, in hope of finding many more plants that he could study and test. His ventures were vast and numbered, and he discovered many new types of plant-life on his trips. It was to his dismay though, when he came home to a burnt Great Forest in 70 T.A. Fueled by anger, he began to make lethal poisons that the Cmokan army could use to put on their weapons. He helped to the best of his ability to end this dreaded war that he had hoped would have been resolved by the time he came back.
When the Great War finally ended in 89 T.A., Trúc was less than happy. He blamed the Cmokan empire for what had happened to his homeland. He believed it was their thirst for power that had his home destroyed. If they had not tried to conquer all other peoples, then his beloved Myrire would still be there, and he would still reside Peacefully in the Great Forest. His sorrow and anguish caused him to turn his back on the Empire. Never again would he lend them his hand. Never again.
In-game Name: Dev77
Age:18
Time zone/Location: Michigan, East Coast
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Im one of your oldest members :tongue.gif:
UCGaming Forums Name: Dev77
Roleplay Name: Jusik Woods
Age: 30
Race: Cmokan
Class: Woodsmen
Jusik lived in Cmok all his life, His father was a woodsmen, and his grandfather before him. Jusik's family ran a small shop that passed down from generation to generation. The shop was built a very long time ago by a family member who returned from war, and decided to make a quiet living making things out of wood. Jusik has now taken over the shop and has some very good ideas for it. He plans on converting the shop into a multipurpose building. Things go slow at first for Jusik, he had to find help to build his idea. He went out to search for the best people to help him. He found builders easy, and they renovated the small shop into something great. With the building done Jusik went off into the world to find the best employees he could find. It took him many years to find his employees. With all the things he needed he plans to open his Inn very soon. He has hopes that it will be one of the greatest places in all of Cmok, and that it will bring him great wealth. Only time will tell what will happen to Jusik, and his Inn.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Join Date:
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In-game Name:Darklight249
Age: 12
Time zone/Location: Brisbane, Australia
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Mc forums
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website):Darklight249
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Role play Name:Arthur
Age: 23
Race:Cmokan
Class: Traveling merchant, Archer.
Biography(250 words minimal): ugh. where do I start? My father was a traveling merchant. He would take me with him on his trips. I didn't see much of my mother.Some nights I asked my father why. He said He'd tell me when I was 17. Anyway, When We camped for the nights he'd teach me how to fight. He'd usually find a wandering animal and get me to stab the hell out of it...if I didn't scare it first *small laugh*. when I was about 13, we were en route to Gazagan, to pick up some gold and go sell it at Cmok, when he got sick. I told him to go into the carriage and rest next to the wheat while I tended the horses. When the great mountain the city was inside of was in sight, we were ambushed by a small group of bandits. I tried to fight, but couldn't, as they were to stronger than a for a puny little kid. They killed my father before I fled from them. When I was hidden in the marshes and met a small family of Iredoran's. They saw I was gashed and hurt and took me in. Their son was a skilled archer and could easily kill a wild bull with his sharp aim. I was amazed and asked if I could learn to use a bow like that. Weeks went by, than months, than years. When I was around 19 I thanked them for their hospitality over the long 6 years, and left for Gazagan. I stayed there as a miner to earn enough wage to start up another merchanting business again. It took me 4 years of sweat,blood and tears to earn enough to buy a stack of gold and a pack horse for a trip to Ofriheim,where I had planned to sell the gold to become wealthy...and that leads to where I am now, the great town of Ofriheim.
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In-game Name: Richaro
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: UTC 8
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Saw you on the forums
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): I should show up as Richaro or do i have to signup to the actual site?
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Roleplay Name: Schatten
Age: 21
Race: Cmokan
Class: Herbalist
Biography(250 words minimal): Schatten grew up as a bit of a troubled child. he had both abusive parents that treated him like dirt and made him out to be a mule to carry their things just to mess with the poor boy. they were with a traveling vagrant community of about 20 that roamed the lands and gathered resources from caves and traded with passing traders, though mostly they'd just kill them and take the spoils. schatten always had a fascination for lightning whenever he saw it hit the ground and felt calm when he heard the roars of thunder and the splashes of raindrops in puddles when he was young as 7. it was the only thing that kept him with some strings of sanity together. whenever he met a person of magic he'd always ask if he can learn how to cast lightning at people, but he was never given enough time to try and learn since the caravan always seemed to hurry up what ever they were doing whenever they saw him near a person of magic abilities. among one of the times he was foraging for herbs he found a baby crow that fell out of it's nest, sadly though it's left claw was snapped out of place. immediatly hurrying to his aunt instead of his parents who he knew they'd just kill it and use as food if he ever showed them. she did her best with the limited resources of what she could use to atleast keep the screeching hatchling from getting infections and dying. after a month it was fine, but his aunt told him it'd be best if the crow stayed with her till it could be able to fly.
By age 13 he was taught how to forage for food and supplies, how to use a sword by the other swordsmen as all boys his age did, and was oddly selected to be taught how to use the local herbs to make ointments and salves to heal someone with an infection or wound by his "aunt" who was teaching the girls his age the same thing. It was not too flattering to be covered in dirt during a session when they stopped to make camp. of course he was teased about this by some of the other girls, but he thought nothing of it and simply told them "I handle what you eat, dont make me pee in the berries next time i hand you your bowl" immediatly after he said this everyone was quiet for a few moments before his aunt burst into hysteria, soon followed by the rest of the camp. gaining some respect by the camp he was allowed to learn more advanced techniques of how to use herbs, this time it was how to poison someone and was later taught how to use a bow with the poisoned tips against attacking bandits or rogues thinking the caravan is an easy target. needless to say he didnt need the poison for most of the time he'd hit vital organs or in their necks, he would be praised for this, but after each kill he'd have the most sinister look about him, almost evil. just a month later his parents were found decapitated in their bed and schatten was nowhere to be seen, as was his pet crow.
For the next years he has been successfully living on his own, killing anything that attacked him and eating them, other beings that stood on two feet were the only exception. Under the apprenticeship of a roaming mage in darkend robes. the man always wore a mask that looked of a heart with demonic eyeballs. This man made schatten dissect every person he killed or wounded, it didnt matter if they were alive. for doing such a horror to another being he told him he'd teach schatten everything he knew about magic. Schatten did not mind for he had a thrill whenever he killed, an even bigger joy when they were alive, but even sometimes the man would tell schatten to preserve certain people by using his herbalism skills to heal their wounds and dump them near the main roads with food so they can be found, by who it did not matter. for 3 years he did this with no remorse for anyone's life, acting simply as a drone for the masked man. at age 18 he was finally told that he'd learn how to cast some spells. the masked man gave him a large scroll of paper with strange white runes encircled with dried blood that was soaked into the purple trimmed black cloth. Receiving no answer when he questioned the mask man about this scroll as he lifted his head the man was gone. having felt betrayed and confused Schatten began to wander again. carrying the horrors in his mind of what he did to all those people. yet felt an even bigger dread that it was for nothing, what he did to innocents had no payoff, no way to convince himself it was worth it. although the things he did taught him most anatomy of some races, leaving him able to perform some surgery when it was needed. one day while experimenting on how to use the scroll he placed a finger on one of the runes as it made a brilliant glow, but did nothing.
So here he is, a man who has inflicted horrors upon people to only be given a scroll that does nothing but glow at his touch. trying anyway how to find some way of redemption for what he did and find that Masked man or any mage that knows of it and how to use it. his only companion is that one legged crow thats learned how to get around on one leg and has been named "Hopper" for it, yet he can fly but prefers to walk when he can.
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People say Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. So let's cut that eye open right now, gimme a knife.
Alright guys, seriously. As head mod and one of the people running the RP tests, the whole "my dad was killed by bandits" or "my dad died and my mom killed herself cus she was sad" kinda stuff is a good way to get a few negative points. It may not keep you from getting accepted, but I can gaurentee that it will most likely work against you a little. The whole parents died when I was young sob story thing gets put in 95% of applications. The same thing happened on our last server, and even though I wasnt part of the community, ive heard it happened a lot on the server before our last server too. I personally would prefer if you did not mention your parents at all, and if you do, have them either still be alive, or have died of old or something other than "boo hoo my dad died in a war and my mom was killed by bandits in front me when I was 15".
As I said, this type of thing will not be a gaurenteed way of not getting accepted, but it will definitly not help. I know that none of the admins/mods will see that and immediatly deny you, but you have a much better chance if you come up with a more original idea.
Also, I am more than happy to let new members into our community and I will not be a harsh judge if I am the one you do your rp test with. I am just a bit tired of seeing the same stuff in every post. So, heres to finding great new members of the community with lots of original ideas. :biggrin.gif:
Alright guys, seriously. As head mod and one of the people running the RP tests, the whole "my dad was killed by bandits" or "my dad died and my mom killed herself cus she was sad" kinda stuff is a good way to get a few negative points. It may not keep you from getting accepted, but I can gaurentee that it will most likely work against you a little. The whole parents died when I was young sob story thing gets put in 95% of applications. The same thing happened on our last server, and even though I wasnt part of the community, ive heard it happened a lot on the server before our last server too. I personally would prefer if you did not mention your parents at all, and if you do, have them either still be alive, or have died of old or something other than "boo hoo my dad died in a war and my mom was killed by bandits in front me when I was 15".
As I said, this type of thing will not be a gaurenteed way of not getting accepted, but it will definitly not help. I know that none of the admins/mods will see that and immediatly deny you, but you have a much better chance if you come up with a more original idea.
Also, I am more than happy to let new members into our community and I will not be a harsh judge if I am the one you do your rp test with. I am just a bit tired of seeing the same stuff in every post. So, heres to finding great new members of the community with lots of original ideas. :biggrin.gif:
ive said it like 3 times in the fourms, i suck at writing... therefore i rip off ideas from the rest of the world and use it to take up a few 100 words of app... just saying... and last server i said i was some mega warrior or something like that, i ended up being a farmer in the shire that obsessed over books, and used a sword one time... and my story just needed something that took up space, and explained why im a woodcutting, inn owning, merchant...
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In-game Name:Camobeck
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: GMT+8 Perth, Australia
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Role play Name:Ilija Gojis
Age: 18
Race:Kree
Class: Smith (Still keeping his options open, looking to go on a journey to explore the world)
Biography: I have never had an easy life...I but I am glad I have one also. Some people say I am the ******* son of Lord Grindel Morgus, I don't like to think that he was an evil man like that but apparently I have his blood in me. I left school as quick as possible, It wasn't for me..so now I work for my supposed father at his blacksmith stall. Business is fairly strong but very competitive. Father says ever since I've started working, more younger female customers have been arriving. I always try to keep a serious reaction and not let my motives go ahead of me.
Even though it may sound like things are alright...They are not, I try my hardest to keep it out of my life but it still lurks in my mind... Even though my father says that I am quite the ladies man, I am not really, in fact I am utterly terrible. Whenever I "attempt" to ask a lady out to dance at the local ball I always choke out and I am not brave, I am a coward. Those were the two most common names people would call me at school "*******" and "Coward". The thing is, I have changed, I have matured and I feel stronger in the mind. Mother works around the house and I rarely see her, she normally takes care of Lucius. Lucius is my younger brother who is the exact opposite of me, very talented in the arts, loves reading books and always respects father. My father always says to me "why can't you be like Lucius?" but it always ends up in a fight. I know I have a bad temper but thats only because people do that to me and I don't mean it. I want to see the nice side of myself sometimes...
After the past few months of just constant repetition of working in a Blacksmith stall, life is pretty boring. Nothing interesting happens and I want to see the real world, I have lived here all my life..I want to explore the vast world I live in! I pray to Semele every night to fulfill my dreams, to explore each and every corner of this world. Even though I am a Gojis, there is something inside telling me to leave to find the real me. It's time I leave out for the journey that will make or break me...
Hello everyone and welcome to the Unlimited Clan Gaming/Role Playing community temporary survival server. This is our way of showing we care for our community, while we develop the newest server of the UCG. We wanted you all to have something to do within minecraft, so here you go.
This server will have a few rules to keep it fun for all and have everyone enjoy the server. The following rules and guidelines will be enforced fully and any punishments (including Bans) received on this server will follow you to all servers in the future (meaning your banned here, your banned on all following servers).
Rules:
1.)Stealing is acceptable from chest, if the owners don’t lock them.
a.You may not steal from farms.
b.You may not steal blocks. (Logs, Iron Blocks, Etc)
c.Take only what you can use.
2.)Greifing is allowed but under the following conditions.
a.You may destroy the following types of blocks: Dirt, Wooden Door, Wool
b.You may place a single block of TNT within a building.
c.You may not destroy more than half of a building (Half is determined by staff members)
d.Just remember two things: What goes around comes around and Do to others as you would want them to do to you.
3.)Killing in the Open is very well okay. You may allow take what you want from them.
a.Do not Spawn Camp someone
b.Leave something of theirs; take only what you can use.
c.Do not kill someone within their own house/base
d.Just remember two things: What goes around comes around and Do to others as you would want them to do to you.
These rules will be enforced by the staff of moderators, but mostly myself, Falzarr, and Jboi. If you have any problems, please inform us and such. Any suggestions or questions about these rules please post them within this thread.
How to Join:
The server IP is the same as RtA just join and enjoy!
New Players: We will be allowing new players to join us in three different ways. First they have applied to RtA server and were accepted, they apply to Project Horror once the thread is up, or they openly join the Role Playing community from our Community Thread (soon to be posted).
Any questions, comments, or concerns about the survival server please ask here and I will answer as soon as Possible.
-Prongs
In-game Name: sales5man
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central Standard Time
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Roleplay Name: Drogo Ovata
Age:24
Race: Irédoran
Class: Farmer
Biography(250 words minimal): Drogo was the middle child of Lannea and Malosma. He had five sisters and three brothers. Both of his parents were farmers and at a young age Drogo started to learn the art of farming. His eldest brother, Gluta, was very cruel to their family and he would often beat his younger siblings. Drogo grew angrier and aangrier with Gluta after many years of abuse from his brother Drogo finally fought back. Gluta was strong, much stronger than Drogo, but was very slow and Drogo easily dodged his punches. After a minute or so Drogo over took his brother and knocked him out.
Though Gluta's abuse did not stop Drogo had a new courage to fight back if ever the time came, but luckily do to Gluta going off to join the army the next year he never had to fight him again. Because of Gluta leaving, Drogo was now the eldest son and heir to the family's farm. At the time Drogo didn't want to be a farmer and as soon as he realized that he was now heir to the farm he packed up his stuff and left for the city.
Once there Drogo was amazed by the breath taking architecture and the strange people. While walking along the street he looked into a dreary ally and out of the corner of his eye he saw two men mugging an old man. His first reaction was to go help the man, but he hesitated noting the size of the two evil men. He knew he had to help the man so he swallowed his fear and charged into the ally swinging his fist crazily. He struck one of the men knocking him backwards. The other jumped on Drogo. Drogo squiremed under the man's heavy body. The other came towards them with a piece of metal that had been lying on the ground near them, he was ready to drive a shattering blow to Drogo's skull. Suddenly the old man rose and muttered something in a language that Drogo didn't understand, then a small ball of flames appeared and flew towards one of the men and he ran away screaming. The other edged closer to the old man but was stopped by a sudden gust of wind that lifted him off of his feet and high into the air. Drpgp stood up and looked at the grizzled old man, the man thanked him and then invited him to his home for a nice meal.
Drogo returned to the man's home and had a wonderful meal. He discovered that the man had been a battle mage, but was now to old to fight. After a good rest Drogo thanked him and then headed for his home deciding that the big city was no place for a farmer such as himself. Upon his arrival home he apologized for leaving the family.
Drogo is a little bit different than most other's in the fact that he has been seen talking to his crops. Though he knows that they do not talk back he believes that talking to them helps them grow faster and that they will produce riper fruit.
((btw FIRST!!))
In-game Name: OTTS271
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central Standard
How did you hear about us? (Optional): sales5man & umbralcat
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Roleplay Name: Mardall Darnath
Age:18
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Smith
Biography(250 words minimal): Mardall Darnath, son of Marcus Darnath, has always been a fierce and gentle person .His father died in battle and, out of grief, his mother committed suicide. After his parents’ death, he put it upon himself to help keep peace, as a teenager he often got involved when things were going wrong. Even though he wanted to be peaceful and only fight when needed, his anger sometimes got the better of him. One such time happened when he was 15; a young Cmok called him and his friends “a pack of no good savages.” Out of rage, Mardall attacked the man and beat him, until his fellow Bjardsoens pulled him off, as he was being dragged away he started repeating hysterically, “Never lose, Never Fail,” which quickly became his personal philosophy. He is very tall and muscular for his age, with the blonde hair and grey eyes of a Bjardsoen. Very smart and strong, he quickly made many friends and enemies on his way to manhood. Naturally skilled with weapons and warfare he never wanted to join the army, which people thought was a waste of skill, so he became a smith, which allowed him to work with weapons and have a way to defend himself. He decided that it was the best choice, no anger, no reason to fight, yet still a way to help keep peace. He spends most of his days roaming the town, with anyone who will talk to him, and sometimes gets decent work out of it. However, the need for weapons has gone down leaving him a bit poor, but he has a solid income, even though it’s low, gets him through the years.
Age: 13
Time zone/Location: mountain time/Edmonton alberta Canada
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Roleplay Name: Lytium Candrath
Age: 29
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Smith
Biography(250 words minimal): Dellian Candrath, a 36 year old warrior, had 3 children with his wife. By blood, Lytium, Drogo, and Mardall were to fight in battles in the true Bjardsoen spirit. A year later Dellian ran away with his wife and was never seen by the trio again. Another man, Intelion, acted as a surrogate parent, but did not care much for the three. Lytium was forced to take care of the family.
Lytium would always tell his brothers stories of their parents. His brothers didn't ever have a reaction to these stories, they just sat there, with a blank look on their faces. Lytium always swore that Intelion would regret passing the responsibility of two other children to him. He would make Intelion pay one day, he knew that for sure.
When 20-year-old Lytium became a smith, he became known to the locals for once! Nine years after that, Drogo moved away to follow his life's dream, to be an inn keeper. Only being 24, he did not know where to go but always had his two brother to back him up. Mardall, the youngest of the bunch, always wanted to keep the peace. However, Mardal had a very explosive temper, so he eventually joined the army. 18-year-old Mardall was still being raised by Lytium. Because Drogo moved quite far away to live his dream, his brothers rarely visited. When they did, it was not for long.
Lytium was by far the most muscular, but also would be called 'fat' by some. He did not mind unlike, his brothers. He was more of a peaceful-unless-attacked kind of man. Bright blue eyes like the winter sky, his mother used to say. That is all he remembered of his mother.
It is very simple: A member of our staff team will give you a small scenario and you and the staff member will role play it out. Then they will grade you on your preformence.
Age:18
Time zone/Location: Arizona
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Im “Head Moderator”…..
UCGaming Forums Name: Falzarr
Roleplay Name: Felix Vanburen
Age: 32
Race: Cmokan
Class: Swordsman
Felix was born in Cmok and lived with his parents in a reasonable sized house and lived a fairy normal life. He hated his boring normal life and at the age of 17 he left home to go travel around the world and gain some worldly experience. One day during his travels he encountered a small necromancer camp while hunting for his next meal. At this time, he was 23 years old and had spent a considerable amount of time training his combat abilities during his travels. As Felix waited for a moment to strike, he witnessed the necromancers bringing in a human sacrifice in order to transform her into one of their undead minions. As soon as Felix saw an opening, he jumped from the shadows and began his attack on the necromancers. While he was distracted, a few of the mages managed to finish the ritual and transformed the young woman into a member of the undead horde. Upon seeing the disfigured visage of the once living woman, Felix was driven into a rage and managed to kill the last of the mages with ease. As he viewed the scene around him, he still had to deal with the zombified woman. He decided there was only one course of action. He spoke a quick prayer to his god, Uldr, and then quickly cut off the womans head, ending her suffering. After this horrible event, Felix had a complete change in mindset and decided that he would return to Cmok and start a Knight order for the purpose of fighting the necromancers, their undead armies, and any other unnatural beings. Over the next few years of his life, Felix was able to rapidly earn the trust of the majority of the townsfolk, as well the trust of the emperor himself. For his valiant efforts and significant achievements in protecting Cmok from the threat of necromancers, the emperor named Felix a noble, and the Lord of Cmok after the old lord was killed by a small necromancer cult. Currently, Felix is still the lord of Cmok and leader of the knight order. The emperor has also appointed a few members of the order as his personal guard as well as un-official town guards. Due to his dislike of chaos, disorder, and the unnatural, Felix has a strong dislike of criminals, wrong doers, and all kinds of unnatural beings such as zombies, skeletons, and even the Iredoran.
Edit:
I never talked about my characters personality, and its already raising a few questions, so I will make a personality section here.
Felix is a rather quirky man. At times he will seem perfectly civilized, and then a few minutes later he will be jumping across the rooftops in Cmok. He acts on his whims, so if he suddenly thinks it old be amusing to climb to roof of the palace and sit there for a bit, he will do it without even thinking. He may also do things like ride the fountains down the hills rather than use the stairs, stand on fence posts completely still not speaking or moving, or on very very rare occasions, accidentally light himself on fire and then casually walk away ingoring the fact that hes on fire due to the fact that most people would be a bit confused if a man ignored being on fire and he would find their reactions amusing. He is not insane at all, and is extremely intelligent but is very curious and tends to act strangely when bored. He also strongly dislikes when people wander into his house either thinking it is public property, or the mages college. His home clearly has a sign next to the door stating "Home of Lord Felix Vanburen. Be mindful while inside". So if he starts acting strange all of a sudden, it is perfectly normal behavior and is nothing to be concerned about. Reasons for his personality quirks are something he keeps to himself.
So I want to `sign up`for one. How (Question mark)
In-game Name:3VN
Age:12
Time zone/Location:GMT+1
How did you hear about us? (Optional):I joined the LOTR server and have been here ever since.
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Roleplay Name:Tanuc Ghror
Age:23
Race:Kree
Class:Miner
Biography(250 words minimal):Tanuc was born in 111 S.A in the city of Gazadan. His mother was a waitress in the local tavern, while he's father worked in the mines. His father was a terrible man, he didnt care for Tanuc, he only saw him as a worker. At the age of 4 Tanuc was put in the mines by his father. He basiccly lived in the mines spending day and nights in the mines on.The days were hard in the mines as it was warm and hot. Tanuc spent most of his time in the mines scavening for food, since he didnt get anything from his father. At the age of 6 his mother dissapeared, and his father started to demand more of him. It wasnt until he was 16 that he managed to flee to his uncle. He lived with his uncle,his uncle was a clerk at the general store, so he used to bring back money for Tanuc. His uncle used to talk with him and teach him about moral and descisions and why what his father had done to him was bad. He got food and anything that he wanted, but there was something i wanted that he couldnt get. He wanted to go back to the mines, thou he hated what his father had done to him. There was something with the mines, that wanted him to go back. Tanuc is now 23 and is looking for a mining job in the mines of Gazadan. He didnt get any education, but he is over the average skilled when it comes to mining He's marked by what his father has done to him ,so he prefers to work alone. He's now looking to start a new life as a miner
EDIT: He was born in 177 T.A i followed an old time line
In-game Name: MrFunEGUY
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: -5 EST (Eastern Time)
How did you hear about us? (Optional): I joined during MERP. I was simply browsing for a good server, and I sure did find one.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): MrFunEGUY
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Roleplay Name: Trúc Iythamar
Age: 220
Race: Irédoran
Class: Herbalist
Biography:
Trúc was born in the 730 S.A. and was alive when Myrire was first constructed in the great forest. Trúc helped during the construction, as he loved the forest and his people. During the time of construction, Myrire was walking through the woods pondering his purpose in the Universe when he stumbled upon a weed. He cursed the weed and ripped it from the ground. To his surprise and utter fascination, the roots were a deep purple color as opposed to the rich green of the leaves. This is what sparked Trúc's interest in Herbalism. He was a monster now, as he hungered for the knowledge of all the plants and fungi that he could find. He began to mix the ingredients together, and studied the effect. One day, he actually tried one of his potions. Unfortunately, he went blind for about 2 days. This though, did not stop him from pursuing the knowledge of plant-life. Through time, her became a skilled Herbalist. By the year 45 T.A., he had learned of all the plant-life that he could in the Great Forest. He used this knowledge to assist his people, making them potions of health and prosperity and curing their illness.
In 62 T.A., when the Ti'Garian race attacked and Started the Great Wars, Trúc lent his skills to the warriors, constantly sending out potions of strength and agility to them. In 69 T.A., tired of the Great War, Trúc left his home and began to travel the land. He left his home to travel uncharted territory, in hope of finding many more plants that he could study and test. His ventures were vast and numbered, and he discovered many new types of plant-life on his trips. It was to his dismay though, when he came home to a burnt Great Forest in 70 T.A. Fueled by anger, he began to make lethal poisons that the Cmokan army could use to put on their weapons. He helped to the best of his ability to end this dreaded war that he had hoped would have been resolved by the time he came back.
When the Great War finally ended in 89 T.A., Trúc was less than happy. He blamed the Cmokan empire for what had happened to his homeland. He believed it was their thirst for power that had his home destroyed. If they had not tried to conquer all other peoples, then his beloved Myrire would still be there, and he would still reside Peacefully in the Great Forest. His sorrow and anguish caused him to turn his back on the Empire. Never again would he lend them his hand. Never again.
Age:18
Time zone/Location: Michigan, East Coast
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Im one of your oldest members :tongue.gif:
UCGaming Forums Name: Dev77
Roleplay Name: Jusik Woods
Age: 30
Race: Cmokan
Class: Woodsmen
Jusik lived in Cmok all his life, His father was a woodsmen, and his grandfather before him. Jusik's family ran a small shop that passed down from generation to generation. The shop was built a very long time ago by a family member who returned from war, and decided to make a quiet living making things out of wood. Jusik has now taken over the shop and has some very good ideas for it. He plans on converting the shop into a multipurpose building. Things go slow at first for Jusik, he had to find help to build his idea. He went out to search for the best people to help him. He found builders easy, and they renovated the small shop into something great. With the building done Jusik went off into the world to find the best employees he could find. It took him many years to find his employees. With all the things he needed he plans to open his Inn very soon. He has hopes that it will be one of the greatest places in all of Cmok, and that it will bring him great wealth. Only time will tell what will happen to Jusik, and his Inn.
In-game Name:Darklight249
Age: 12
Time zone/Location: Brisbane, Australia
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Role play Name:Arthur
Age: 23
Race:Cmokan
Class: Traveling merchant, Archer.
Biography(250 words minimal): ugh. where do I start? My father was a traveling merchant. He would take me with him on his trips. I didn't see much of my mother.Some nights I asked my father why. He said He'd tell me when I was 17. Anyway, When We camped for the nights he'd teach me how to fight. He'd usually find a wandering animal and get me to stab the hell out of it...if I didn't scare it first *small laugh*. when I was about 13, we were en route to Gazagan, to pick up some gold and go sell it at Cmok, when he got sick. I told him to go into the carriage and rest next to the wheat while I tended the horses. When the great mountain the city was inside of was in sight, we were ambushed by a small group of bandits. I tried to fight, but couldn't, as they were to stronger than a for a puny little kid. They killed my father before I fled from them. When I was hidden in the marshes and met a small family of Iredoran's. They saw I was gashed and hurt and took me in. Their son was a skilled archer and could easily kill a wild bull with his sharp aim. I was amazed and asked if I could learn to use a bow like that. Weeks went by, than months, than years. When I was around 19 I thanked them for their hospitality over the long 6 years, and left for Gazagan. I stayed there as a miner to earn enough wage to start up another merchanting business again. It took me 4 years of sweat,blood and tears to earn enough to buy a stack of gold and a pack horse for a trip to Ofriheim,where I had planned to sell the gold to become wealthy...and that leads to where I am now, the great town of Ofriheim.
P.S I has ventrillo and headset :tongue.gif:
Roleplay Name: Drogo Ovata
WHAT?!?!?!??!!?
Drogo Candrath**
In-game Name: Richaro
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: UTC 8
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Saw you on the forums
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): I should show up as Richaro or do i have to signup to the actual site?
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Roleplay Name: Schatten
Age: 21
Race: Cmokan
Class: Herbalist
Biography(250 words minimal): Schatten grew up as a bit of a troubled child. he had both abusive parents that treated him like dirt and made him out to be a mule to carry their things just to mess with the poor boy. they were with a traveling vagrant community of about 20 that roamed the lands and gathered resources from caves and traded with passing traders, though mostly they'd just kill them and take the spoils. schatten always had a fascination for lightning whenever he saw it hit the ground and felt calm when he heard the roars of thunder and the splashes of raindrops in puddles when he was young as 7. it was the only thing that kept him with some strings of sanity together. whenever he met a person of magic he'd always ask if he can learn how to cast lightning at people, but he was never given enough time to try and learn since the caravan always seemed to hurry up what ever they were doing whenever they saw him near a person of magic abilities. among one of the times he was foraging for herbs he found a baby crow that fell out of it's nest, sadly though it's left claw was snapped out of place. immediatly hurrying to his aunt instead of his parents who he knew they'd just kill it and use as food if he ever showed them. she did her best with the limited resources of what she could use to atleast keep the screeching hatchling from getting infections and dying. after a month it was fine, but his aunt told him it'd be best if the crow stayed with her till it could be able to fly.
By age 13 he was taught how to forage for food and supplies, how to use a sword by the other swordsmen as all boys his age did, and was oddly selected to be taught how to use the local herbs to make ointments and salves to heal someone with an infection or wound by his "aunt" who was teaching the girls his age the same thing. It was not too flattering to be covered in dirt during a session when they stopped to make camp. of course he was teased about this by some of the other girls, but he thought nothing of it and simply told them "I handle what you eat, dont make me pee in the berries next time i hand you your bowl" immediatly after he said this everyone was quiet for a few moments before his aunt burst into hysteria, soon followed by the rest of the camp. gaining some respect by the camp he was allowed to learn more advanced techniques of how to use herbs, this time it was how to poison someone and was later taught how to use a bow with the poisoned tips against attacking bandits or rogues thinking the caravan is an easy target. needless to say he didnt need the poison for most of the time he'd hit vital organs or in their necks, he would be praised for this, but after each kill he'd have the most sinister look about him, almost evil. just a month later his parents were found decapitated in their bed and schatten was nowhere to be seen, as was his pet crow.
For the next years he has been successfully living on his own, killing anything that attacked him and eating them, other beings that stood on two feet were the only exception. Under the apprenticeship of a roaming mage in darkend robes. the man always wore a mask that looked of a heart with demonic eyeballs. This man made schatten dissect every person he killed or wounded, it didnt matter if they were alive. for doing such a horror to another being he told him he'd teach schatten everything he knew about magic. Schatten did not mind for he had a thrill whenever he killed, an even bigger joy when they were alive, but even sometimes the man would tell schatten to preserve certain people by using his herbalism skills to heal their wounds and dump them near the main roads with food so they can be found, by who it did not matter. for 3 years he did this with no remorse for anyone's life, acting simply as a drone for the masked man. at age 18 he was finally told that he'd learn how to cast some spells. the masked man gave him a large scroll of paper with strange white runes encircled with dried blood that was soaked into the purple trimmed black cloth. Receiving no answer when he questioned the mask man about this scroll as he lifted his head the man was gone. having felt betrayed and confused Schatten began to wander again. carrying the horrors in his mind of what he did to all those people. yet felt an even bigger dread that it was for nothing, what he did to innocents had no payoff, no way to convince himself it was worth it. although the things he did taught him most anatomy of some races, leaving him able to perform some surgery when it was needed. one day while experimenting on how to use the scroll he placed a finger on one of the runes as it made a brilliant glow, but did nothing.
So here he is, a man who has inflicted horrors upon people to only be given a scroll that does nothing but glow at his touch. trying anyway how to find some way of redemption for what he did and find that Masked man or any mage that knows of it and how to use it. his only companion is that one legged crow thats learned how to get around on one leg and has been named "Hopper" for it, yet he can fly but prefers to walk when he can.
People say Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. So let's cut that eye open right now, gimme a knife.
As I said, this type of thing will not be a gaurenteed way of not getting accepted, but it will definitly not help. I know that none of the admins/mods will see that and immediatly deny you, but you have a much better chance if you come up with a more original idea.
Also, I am more than happy to let new members into our community and I will not be a harsh judge if I am the one you do your rp test with. I am just a bit tired of seeing the same stuff in every post. So, heres to finding great new members of the community with lots of original ideas. :biggrin.gif:
ive said it like 3 times in the fourms, i suck at writing... therefore i rip off ideas from the rest of the world and use it to take up a few 100 words of app... just saying... and last server i said i was some mega warrior or something like that, i ended up being a farmer in the shire that obsessed over books, and used a sword one time... and my story just needed something that took up space, and explained why im a woodcutting, inn owning, merchant...
In-game Name:Camobeck
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: GMT+8 Perth, Australia
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Role play Name:Ilija Gojis
Age: 18
Race:Kree
Class: Smith (Still keeping his options open, looking to go on a journey to explore the world)
Biography: I have never had an easy life...I but I am glad I have one also. Some people say I am the ******* son of Lord Grindel Morgus, I don't like to think that he was an evil man like that but apparently I have his blood in me. I left school as quick as possible, It wasn't for me..so now I work for my supposed father at his blacksmith stall. Business is fairly strong but very competitive. Father says ever since I've started working, more younger female customers have been arriving. I always try to keep a serious reaction and not let my motives go ahead of me.
Even though it may sound like things are alright...They are not, I try my hardest to keep it out of my life but it still lurks in my mind... Even though my father says that I am quite the ladies man, I am not really, in fact I am utterly terrible. Whenever I "attempt" to ask a lady out to dance at the local ball I always choke out and I am not brave, I am a coward. Those were the two most common names people would call me at school "*******" and "Coward". The thing is, I have changed, I have matured and I feel stronger in the mind. Mother works around the house and I rarely see her, she normally takes care of Lucius. Lucius is my younger brother who is the exact opposite of me, very talented in the arts, loves reading books and always respects father. My father always says to me "why can't you be like Lucius?" but it always ends up in a fight. I know I have a bad temper but thats only because people do that to me and I don't mean it. I want to see the nice side of myself sometimes...
After the past few months of just constant repetition of working in a Blacksmith stall, life is pretty boring. Nothing interesting happens and I want to see the real world, I have lived here all my life..I want to explore the vast world I live in! I pray to Semele every night to fulfill my dreams, to explore each and every corner of this world. Even though I am a Gojis, there is something inside telling me to leave to find the real me. It's time I leave out for the journey that will make or break me...
i can totally understand that, but this time my char killed his parents >: D but yeah i see your point :/ want me to edit that bit out i suppose?
People say Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. So let's cut that eye open right now, gimme a knife.