My post wasnt anything to get defensive about. I know some people suck at writing which is why they just automatically decide to use overused and overvalued ideas that I explained. In all honosty, even if you suck at writing, putting something original that sucks is better than having something thats unoriginal and sucks. And also, if you dont plan on sticking on with your backstory, then dont use that backstory. If you dont know what you want to do at all, then make a super general backstory saying your not quite sure what you want to do in life yet, but then make your character younger than normal.
i wasnt being defensive im just saying i suck at this kinda thing, and this time i know what i wanna do, SW i was a shop owner for 6 hours, tons of fun, MERP i went into it thinking of the giant battles you see in the movies, didnt take place in a single battle, turned into one of the major ppl running things in the background, and thats what i like doing, so this time i will be a carpenter that runs an Inn with some frends from the forums its all planed out... so do I really need to edit my App or will you let a Vet whos been here longer than half the staff slide by?
I said you didn't have to, you can make a few minor edits...
And ya, I think we have too many mages too. The admins will decide who gets to keep that class and who will have to rewrite.
Edit: And Dev, no favorites. That's why you're writing an app. They don't care how long you've been here, though they thank you for sticking around. Write a good roleplay, prove you're worth keeping, and have fun with it. :wink.gif:
Also, I want you to remember that the Iredoran City has been destroyed for a little over 100 years. So you should have adapted to life without the city by then.
OOC Information
In-game Name: Sloopofwar
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: West Coast USA (Pacific Time)
How did you hear about us? MERP Veteran and Community Member
UCGaming Forums Name: Sloop
IC information
Roleplay Name: Darkroot
Age: 421
Race: Irédoran
Class: Farmer
Biography:
Born in the long past golden age of trees that spanned for much of the first age, Darkroot is one of the oldest and strangest Irédoran left alive. Not even the other truly old Irédoran can remember a time when Darkroot was not walking the forests. It is believed he was one of the first Irédoran, and one of the closest to the Dryads.
Early in history, he took a great interest in the world, tending groves of trees and helping fix the woes of all the races. However, over time his heart has become sick, and his disposition, although not becoming evil, is foul and unwholesome. He was banished from the great city, and he has wandered the world ever since. He is not at home among any of the other races, preferring the wilds and the deep forest glads to any walled city. He is passionately uninterested in the goings on of the world.
Whereas most Irédoran are little removed from humans, Darkroot is little removed from his Dryad ancestors, a real ancient scion. His skin is rendered almost bark-like by exposure to the elements for hundreds of years, and his hair hangs like moss from his head, flowing in a green mane over his back and chest. His eyes are like pits of unstill and deadly water, set in deep sockets and burning with hate. Time has not been kind to him, he is shrunken and warped. His arms are twisted like dried branches, and he feet are stubby and knobby like oak.
Darkroot will often plant himself in some dark corner of the wilds for days, neither eating or sleeping, chanting quietly to himself tales of the past and curses for the future. If one were to come upon him in this nearly coma like state, you would be forgiven for thinking a full blooded dryad stood before you.
In-game Name: jackthegreendog
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central time, TX USA
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IC information
Roleplay Name: Asara the Elder
Age: 107
Race: Kree
Class: Mage
Biography(250 words minimal): A well known Mage all around the island, Asara was known as the young boy who lived on a mountain. He had a wonderful father, who ran a brewry at the local inn. Asara was hated by many people in the town, thinking him to be a spoiled brat living up on the mountain in luxury. But then in what felt like 3 seconds, his life turned upside down. His father had been Prosecuted for his wine poisoning the local Guard, which apparently had rat dropping inside it. He was released on bail, as long as his brewry was shut down. They then lived in the outskirts of the city, his father working in the mines, and Asara begging on the street. Asara then learned he had a gift. Magic. He had an amazing ability to be able to bend peoples minds to his will, giving him money and such to support his father and him. He then made enough money to study at the local magic college, where he was a favorite of the Arch-Mage. Eventually he made it to be the Arch-Mage himself. He taught his students with a tone of insanity. Always teaching about Death, summoning Devils and such. At one point he set off on a insane mission to find the Staff of Archoni, which would let the user conjure giant creatures at the flip of a wrist. He eventually found the cave inside, but suddenly his mind was pooled with thoughts. What of his father, what would he do? Ghost's memories attacked him, telling him what the Staff really did. He eventually fell into madness, never to return, to almost always remain silent.
In-game Name: AtomicB01 (Zero)
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: Eastern Stand Time
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UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): AtomicB01
Roleplay Name: Styxon Delvar
Age: 21
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Swordsmen. (Was really hard to choose..)
Biography(250 words minimal): There was a child, born on a unique night, the night of starts. It is said that it is the day most stars can be seen. His big blue eyes as big and bright as the ocean. The baby was born on the night of stars. The night said have the most stars visual in the night time sky. They had his name ready, Styxon, meaning Starfilled-Night. He was the son of Elidar Delvar And Bruton Delvar. But the child Styxon was not born as a regular kid, not another little child held in his mother's arms. Not helping his father in the farm. Not tending to the cattle in the fields. He was taught to fight, to win, to lead the war. Training. Fighting. Preparing. IT WAS all his life. Trained since a child to be a fighter. Starting with dumbies in the backyard under the supervision of his father, to the wilderness hunting wild boar and cows. His father began to advance his training as much as possible. Soon they began to duel, blood was shed. But not Styxon's. But his father did'nt take the loss as a loss. He counted it as victory, as training had paid off, for his son took his spot as a guard. He was taught to respect and honour, to win or die, to survive or to fall. Styxon now guards his city with his life. Carrying to the front line when necessary, trusting in the Goddest Asvtea. He was A natural to the blade. There was something in his mind that differed war and battles from love and peace. This was A fine line between Man and Warrior. This warrior, was Styxon Delvar.
i wasnt being defensive im just saying i suck at this kinda thing, and this time i know what i wanna do, SW i was a shop owner for 6 hours, tons of fun, MERP i went into it thinking of the giant battles you see in the movies, didnt take place in a single battle, turned into one of the major ppl running things in the background, and thats what i like doing, so this time i will be a carpenter that runs an Inn with some frends from the forums its all planed out... so do I really need to edit my App or will you let a Vet whos been here longer than half the staff slide by?
And ya, I think we have too many mages too. The admins will decide who gets to keep that class and who will have to rewrite.
Edit: And Dev, no favorites. That's why you're writing an app. They don't care how long you've been here, though they thank you for sticking around. Write a good roleplay, prove you're worth keeping, and have fun with it. :wink.gif:
Also, I want you to remember that the Iredoran City has been destroyed for a little over 100 years. So you should have adapted to life without the city by then.
Other than that, looks good.
In-game Name: Sloopofwar
Age: 16
Time zone/Location: West Coast USA (Pacific Time)
How did you hear about us? MERP Veteran and Community Member
UCGaming Forums Name: Sloop
IC information
Roleplay Name: Darkroot
Age: 421
Race: Irédoran
Class: Farmer
Biography:
Born in the long past golden age of trees that spanned for much of the first age, Darkroot is one of the oldest and strangest Irédoran left alive. Not even the other truly old Irédoran can remember a time when Darkroot was not walking the forests. It is believed he was one of the first Irédoran, and one of the closest to the Dryads.
Early in history, he took a great interest in the world, tending groves of trees and helping fix the woes of all the races. However, over time his heart has become sick, and his disposition, although not becoming evil, is foul and unwholesome. He was banished from the great city, and he has wandered the world ever since. He is not at home among any of the other races, preferring the wilds and the deep forest glads to any walled city. He is passionately uninterested in the goings on of the world.
Whereas most Irédoran are little removed from humans, Darkroot is little removed from his Dryad ancestors, a real ancient scion. His skin is rendered almost bark-like by exposure to the elements for hundreds of years, and his hair hangs like moss from his head, flowing in a green mane over his back and chest. His eyes are like pits of unstill and deadly water, set in deep sockets and burning with hate. Time has not been kind to him, he is shrunken and warped. His arms are twisted like dried branches, and he feet are stubby and knobby like oak.
Darkroot will often plant himself in some dark corner of the wilds for days, neither eating or sleeping, chanting quietly to himself tales of the past and curses for the future. If one were to come upon him in this nearly coma like state, you would be forgiven for thinking a full blooded dryad stood before you.
Age: 15
Time zone/Location: Central time, TX USA
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Minecraftforum
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website):
IC information
Roleplay Name: Asara the Elder
Age: 107
Race: Kree
Class: Mage
Biography(250 words minimal): A well known Mage all around the island, Asara was known as the young boy who lived on a mountain. He had a wonderful father, who ran a brewry at the local inn. Asara was hated by many people in the town, thinking him to be a spoiled brat living up on the mountain in luxury. But then in what felt like 3 seconds, his life turned upside down. His father had been Prosecuted for his wine poisoning the local Guard, which apparently had rat dropping inside it. He was released on bail, as long as his brewry was shut down. They then lived in the outskirts of the city, his father working in the mines, and Asara begging on the street. Asara then learned he had a gift. Magic. He had an amazing ability to be able to bend peoples minds to his will, giving him money and such to support his father and him. He then made enough money to study at the local magic college, where he was a favorite of the Arch-Mage. Eventually he made it to be the Arch-Mage himself. He taught his students with a tone of insanity. Always teaching about Death, summoning Devils and such. At one point he set off on a insane mission to find the Staff of Archoni, which would let the user conjure giant creatures at the flip of a wrist. He eventually found the cave inside, but suddenly his mind was pooled with thoughts. What of his father, what would he do? Ghost's memories attacked him, telling him what the Staff really did. He eventually fell into madness, never to return, to almost always remain silent.
C'mok restricted means Cmok ONLY.
Age: 14
Time zone/Location: Eastern Stand Time
How did you hear about us? (Optional): Played on Merp/Veteran/Community Member.
UCGaming Forums Name (We require you to signup on our website): AtomicB01
Roleplay Name: Styxon Delvar
Age: 21
Race: Bjardsoen
Class: Swordsmen. (Was really hard to choose..)
Biography(250 words minimal): There was a child, born on a unique night, the night of starts. It is said that it is the day most stars can be seen. His big blue eyes as big and bright as the ocean. The baby was born on the night of stars. The night said have the most stars visual in the night time sky. They had his name ready, Styxon, meaning Starfilled-Night. He was the son of Elidar Delvar And Bruton Delvar. But the child Styxon was not born as a regular kid, not another little child held in his mother's arms. Not helping his father in the farm. Not tending to the cattle in the fields. He was taught to fight, to win, to lead the war. Training. Fighting. Preparing. IT WAS all his life. Trained since a child to be a fighter. Starting with dumbies in the backyard under the supervision of his father, to the wilderness hunting wild boar and cows. His father began to advance his training as much as possible. Soon they began to duel, blood was shed. But not Styxon's. But his father did'nt take the loss as a loss. He counted it as victory, as training had paid off, for his son took his spot as a guard. He was taught to respect and honour, to win or die, to survive or to fall. Styxon now guards his city with his life. Carrying to the front line when necessary, trusting in the Goddest Asvtea. He was A natural to the blade. There was something in his mind that differed war and battles from love and peace. This was A fine line between Man and Warrior. This warrior, was Styxon Delvar.
No outstanding errors I can see...for now. Good luck guys, have fun!
so my app is good now?