OOC
IGN - ksev17
Age - 14
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 4-5 hrs
Do you have teamspeak? If no will- no. No point don't have a mic
What is the fifth Server Law? - NO sharing of account info
Why do you want to join our server? - I'm really interested in this server and I love the elder scrolls and the lore behind it. Also this seems like fun server overall.
IC
Name - Vikel Makar
Race - Nord
Age - 23
Gender - Male
RP example - Vikel is at the tavern in Whiterun. A citizen he does not know approaches him.
Citizen: My back is killing me form tendind to my farms.
Vikel: Farming is a worthy job you should be glad you have honest work.
Citizen: What do you do?
Vikel: As of now nothing, but I used in the Stormcloaks. I was one of the best.
Citizen: How many did you kill?
Vikel: Hundreds maybe even thousands. I slashed everyone of them down with my sword or dagger the joy I had those days...
Vikel seems to fade off and when the citizen looks into his eyes they are distant as if he is reliving his most glorious memories.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Born and raised in Skyrim Vikel has never known anything but hard labor and a the sound of gold ringing in his pocket. At the age of 12 Vikel hunted with his father in the forests of Skyrim. His father praised him saying "He never missed a shot" or "He's a born killer". Sadly at the age of 15 his father died from Ataxia. It was up to Vikel to keep the income and support his mother. At the age of 18 his mother was murdered making her way to Whiterun by bandit.
With nothing left to live for Vikel enlisted in the Stormcloaks hoping that some imperial would kill him in his first battle. That day never came for Vikel, he found that fighting waves of soldiers was the best thing ever and he enjoyed slicing them down with a sword or a dagger. He loved the stormcloaks and never sought to leave them, but the day came when he finally did.
Shortly after Vikel completed a Secret mission for his commander he returned to windhelm. He approached the door and saw one of his friends Vark bound by rope and on a rock for the chopping block. He ran towards the crowd that was gathering. "This man has betrayed all of our trust," the Commander yelled.
"He is being charged for treason from letting a spy into our city."
"I didn't know I really didn't." Vark pleaded.
"Kill him" said the commander
the crowd roared in response while Vikel secretly hoped this was a dream.
*slice*
"NOOOOO" Vikel yelled
Vark's lifeless head rolled down onto the pavement of the street. Vikel was in a state of shock and couldn't comprehend this had happened. Shortly after the killing of Vark Vikel went MIA. Everyone thought that a imperial or Thalmor got the better of him, but only those closest to him knew better.
Vikel retreated to a life of honest work, that is until now....
OOC
IGN - ksev17
Age - 14
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 4-5 hrs
Do you have teamspeak? If no will- no. No point don't have a mic
What is the fifth Server Law? - NO sharing of account info
Why do you want to join our server? - I'm really interested in this server and I love the elder scrolls and the lore behind it. Also this seems like fun server overall.
IC
Name - Vikel Makar
Race - Nord
Age - 23
Gender - Male
RP example - Vikel is at the tavern in Whiterun. A citizen he does not know approaches him.
Citizen: My back is killing me form tendind to my farms.
Vikel: Farming is a worthy job you should be glad you have honest work.
Citizen: What do you do?
Vikel: As of now nothing, but I used in the Stormcloaks. I was one of the best.
Citizen: How many did you kill?
Vikel: Hundreds maybe even thousands. I slashed everyone of them down with my sword or dagger the joy I had those days...
Vikel seems to fade off and when the citizen looks into his eyes they are distant as if he is reliving his most glorious memories.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Born and raised in Skyrim Vikel has never known anything but hard labor and a the sound of gold ringing in his pocket. At the age of 12 Vikel hunted with his father in the forests of Skyrim. His father praised him saying "He never missed a shot" or "He's a born killer". Sadly at the age of 15 his father died from Ataxia. It was up to Vikel to keep the income and support his mother. At the age of 18 his mother was murdered making her way to Whiterun by bandit.
With nothing left to live for Vikel enlisted in the Stormcloaks hoping that some imperial would kill him in his first battle. That day never came for Vikel, he found that fighting waves of soldiers was the best thing ever and he enjoyed slicing them down with a sword or a dagger. He loved the stormcloaks and never sought to leave them, but the day came when he finally did.
Shortly after Vikel completed a Secret mission for his commander he returned to windhelm. He approached the door and saw one of his friends Vark bound by rope and on a rock for the chopping block. He ran towards the crowd that was gathering. "This man has betrayed all of our trust," the Commander yelled.
"He is being charged for treason from letting a spy into our city."
"I didn't know I really didn't." Vark pleaded.
"Kill him" said the commander
the crowd roared in response while Vikel secretly hoped this was a dream.
*slice*
"NOOOOO" Vikel yelled
Vark's lifeless head rolled down onto the pavement of the street. Vikel was in a state of shock and couldn't comprehend this had happened. Shortly after the killing of Vark Vikel went MIA. Everyone thought that a imperial or Thalmor got the better of him, but only those closest to him knew better.
Vikel retreated to a life of honest work, that is until now....
OOC
IGN - Highway
Age - 16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - Depends on how i like it here :smile.gif:
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - Of course i have
What is the fifth Server Law? - -No sharing of account information.
Why do you want to join our server? - Because i seem to have found my love for minecraft again, and want to try out a skyrim server, which you guys where the only ones i could find. also some of my old buddies are here :smile.gif:
IC
Name - Flannigan
Race - Red Guard
Age - 24
Gender - Male
RP example -
[Flannigan] - *Walks trough the streets of Wildrun, slowly making his way to his home*
[Flannigan] - *Notices something coming towards him*
[Mysterious Approacheres] - "Woah Lad. you're really drunk aren't ye. where do you live, i'll get you home safe."
[Flannigan] - *Mumbles, and starts puking on the street where he stands, after stopping with puking on the street, he looks up, and shows trough his eyes, he would be glad to be followed home, and whispers* "The Southren part"
Flannigan is helped home by the mysterious approacher, but was to drunk to realize, it was a bandit, which robbed him, and tied him in his own house.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Flannigan was born in the lands of skyrim, in one of the small houses of Whiterun.
He was loved by his parents from birth, and was taught troughout the years he grew up, all they knew.
One day Flannigan was walking around in the town, when his friends came towards him, and started beating him up. he didn't know why this happened, but they quickly explained after beating him half to death, that he should stay away from Flannigan's best friend's girl, and if he was ever seen in the town again by them, they would kill him.
Flannigan was frightened, though not understanding the reason behind his best friend's actions, since it wasn't his girl, he simply had a crush on her, just like Flannigan had.
But Flannigan was frightened, and rushed to his house, packing some necessary things, and left a note for his parents, telling them he loved them, but he had been threatened to be killed, if he was seen in Whiterun again.
Flannigan left the town with lots of bruises, and a hurt dignity. he hated his best friend now, and had only one goal to accomplish, it was to become strong, so he could return to Whiterun, and best his former best friend in a battle.
(Nice to see you guys again, also you Swiss :smile.gif: )
OOC
IGN -UFOJockey
Age -15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -If the server is online, I'll most likey be on. On school days,
I will not be on until around 4:00
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? -I used to, but I don't have a mic anymore, so no.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing of account information
Why do you want to join our server? -I seek adventure in a fantasy setting, so I might as well seek it in a place where the lore is familiar.
IC
Name -Aldaril Volanare
Race -Altmer or High Elf
Age - 18
Gender -Male
RP example -
Nord: You ain't wanted here, yellow skin, you better scram.
Aldaril: I'm sorry if I am a burden, but you see, Talos worship is illegal. I'm afraid I must ask you remove that amulet from around your neck, and that you allow me to search your home for any other blasphemous paraphenalia.
Nord: FUS ROH DAH!
(Aldaril is blasted backwards into a pig's pen. He is covered in mud, slop, and excrement)
Nord: You ain't no match for Talos and the Nords. WE are the chosen of the Divines, not you. You better leave now, or things are gonna get ugly.
(Aldaril balls his hands into a fist. A ball of red energy eminated from his palm. He casts forth a spell of fury at the nord. The nord, in a fit of rage, begins to beat down his door with a warhammer. The nord then knocks down several statuettes and shrines dedicated to Talos. He then burns down his home. When the spell wears off, the nord
begins to weep in sorrow)
Aldaril: Oh my, you've commited arson, it's off to the headsman for you.
(Aldaril cuffs the nord and drags him off to the town dungeon)
Biography - I was born on the Summerset Isle, along with the rest of my family. We were extremely wealthy, and I was well educated. I learned the basics of magic, reading, writing, aritmetic, and worship of the divines. As one would expect, I was also raised in the truth of mer superiority. So, starry eyed youth that I was, I decided that my lifelong dream would be to join the Thalmor Justiciary in their quest to enforce the laws set forth by the White-Gold Concordant. Skyrim is a land of heathens, and we want nothing more than to introduce them to the true gods, and to embrace their elven masters. A common misconception about the Thalmor is that we hate non-elves, and that we wish to exterminate them. This couldn't be further from the truth. You see, all who are not elves are born sinful, wretched. They are doomed to spend eternity in Oblivion. What we want to do is to save them. We elves are chosen by the Divines, to rule Tamriel, and the rest are meant to serve us. Only by spending their earthly lives serving us can the men, cat, and lizard folk ever hope to reach Aetherius along with their elven masters. All we do is for the good of the world,the good of the mortals, and the good of the gods.
IGN -robo111
Age - Just turned 13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - About 5-6 hours a day, sometimes less.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I don't have it, but I'll get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - Don't share account info
Why do you want to join our server? - Skyrim is one of the best games I've plaid, and put that together with another great game, minecraft, it's just gotta be amazing.
IC
Name - Dar'Jiir (Or just Dar)
Race - Khajiit
Age - 25
Gender - Male
RP example - Dar wandered onto the quiet plains of Skyrim. He breathed in a whiff of cool fall air and went to the nearest lake, which was about a mile away. He bent over and, with stealth only a cat, or a khajiit, could handle, scooped up a juicy salmon. He grinned and his mouth watered, thinking about dinner.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Dar'Jiir was born in Elsweyr like most Khajiits. He stayed there until he was about 10, but then his family lost all their money from a robbery. They were forced to move to Skyrim to sell what little they owned. Dar worked as a salesman until he was about 20, then moved on. He went into thievery, joining the Thieves Guild for 3 years until getting kicked out for being caught stealing from the Thieves Guild. At the age of 24, he decided he would become a traveler: Wander the vast realm of Skyrim, getting what he wanted, doing what he pleased.
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That is all. I hope you add me to the server, and please don't discard me because I'm 13. I know how stupid some people my age can be. I try not to be like that on the Internet.
Accepted:
krcm0209, great app although i'll have to ask you to come up with a real name. I mean, he can have Dovahkriid as a nickname like this: <first name> 'Dovahkriid' <last name>, but not just Dovahkriid.
Okay my name shall be "Marcello Americus". You can look up the latin meaning if you want to know more.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/22/2011
Posts:
57
Member Details
OOC
IGN -nickydawg777
Age -13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - at least 5 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - i do not currently have teamspeak, but i will definately get it if necassary.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information.
Why do you want to join our server? - I am an avid player of skyrim, and i think its really cool that someone has made a minecraft version of that. It looks really cool and i'd like to play minecraft in a different way.
IC
Name - Halldor
Race - Nord
Age - 22
Gender - Male
RP example - A man clad in black robes is roaming the streets of Morthal. A guard says "You there! What is your business here?" The man moves as fast as lightning and rips the guard to shreds. He drains the blood and drags the body behind a house with surprising strength. He takes the small steel dagger the guard is carrying and stabs him a few times with it, to cover up the true killer. He stamps out the guard's torch and continues to walk down the cobblestone street.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Halldor is a proud Nord hailing from the city of Windhelm. His mother was apparently killed by "the butcher" but his father suspects the dark elves of the grey quarter. He aspires to join the stormcloak rebellion after his father gets back on his feet after his mother's death. He is a skilled blacksmith, often to be seen hanging around the blacksmith, Oengul War-Anvil.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/27/2011
Posts:
135
Location:
Wisconsin, USA
Minecraft:
Moon4ver
Member Details
Name: FireFox736 (Mike IRL)
Age: 18
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Are you trained with using World Edit/Voxel Sniper?: Mainly just WorldEdit, none in Voxel Sniper. (Willing to learn)
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I have always loved RP Servers. Overall, RP servers are the best kind of servers in Minecraft. I've played the Elder Scrolls since 2006, and I still do. Skyrim is my second favorite, Oblivion being my first; tough, Skyrim is still my favorite game of 2012. I've played a couple Skyrim servers, except they were shut down, or abandoned.
RP Name -
LaTerre
Race -
Wood Elf
Age -
23
Gender -
Male
RP example -
*LaTerre walks into the Blacksmith, closing the door behind him. He looks around, eyeing the blacksmith's wares.*
LaTerre: Hail, Blacksmith.
Blacksmith: *Looks up* Oh, hello. What could I get ye?
LaTerre: The Elven Longsword, how much does it cost?
Blacksmith: Ah, the Elven Longsword costs 55 Septims.
LaTerre: *Ruffles through a small bag, and takes out a leather coin purse. He places coins in, and straps a brown string around the top* Here you are.
Blacksmith: *Takes the bag, and hands him the Elven Longsword* Be safe!
LaTerre: Thankyou very much. *Sheaths the sword into his hilt, and slowly opens the door, out into Whiterun*
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
LaTerre was born and raised in Whiterun. His father, Hailien, owned a small bakery there. His mother, Me'lunor, was a common housewife. She cooked, cleaned, Etc. LaTerre loved Whiterun. He always ran through the city, and loved every part of it. He would always bug the guards, but they neverminded much. He is a fun-loving Wood Elf, and a happy one too. When he grew, and grew, he seemed to get more of a taste for adventure. Him and his friends would always travel outside the city borders, and explore the forests around the hold. He learned how to wield a sword, and really liked it. He never really killed anything. Just practised and practised. He was taught by his old father how to use a bow. He had something of a love for it, and never let's it go. He would go out hunting with his friends, and usually was the best shot. Though, he has flaws too, just like anyone else. Him and heavy objects do not match. Heavy armour and him, usually crushes him. He is deathly afraid of spiders, and whenever he sees one he runs. He is very friendly, and is always up for a good laugh or two.
OOC
IGN -dr_plosion
Age -16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - depends on work/school
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - i can gett it :tongue.gif:
What is the fifth Server Law? - dont share accounts
Why do you want to join our server? - its a respectable community. i know people there and the staff seem very friendly :smile.gif: i also enjoy skyrim x3
IC
Name - Tom the nord
Race -nord
Age -25
Gender -male
RP example -[guard] i used to be a nord like you. untill i took a breton to the bedroom,
[Tom ] what do you mean???
[guard] once you go breton, you never go back.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - tom. the average nord... likes to spend his winter days fighting for survival against the stormcloak invaders.. and his nights walking along the shorelines.. while tending to his horse, that tastes just like rasins... and kills dragons :)he also likes to run around slaying bandits and various riff raff on his trusty steed gandolf mcsparclecheeks... he also likes rainbows, cause in today's society who doesnt? remember kids. never FUS a chicken...
OOC
IGN -dr_plosion
Age -16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - depends on work/school
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - i can gett it :tongue.gif:
What is the fifth Server Law? - dont share accounts
Why do you want to join our server? - its a respectable community. i know people there and the staff seem very friendly :smile.gif: i also enjoy skyrim x3
IC
Name - Tom the nord
Race -nord
Age -25
Gender -male
RP example -[guard] i used to be a nord like you. untill i took a breton to the bedroom,
[Tom ] what do you mean???
[guard] once you go breton, you never go back.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - tom. the average nord... likes to spend his winter days fighting for survival against the stormcloak invaders.. and his nights walking along the shorelines.. while tending to his horse, that tastes just like rasins... and kills dragons :)he also likes to run around slaying bandits and various riff raff on his trusty steed gandolf mcsparclecheeks... he also likes rainbows, cause in today's society who doesnt? remember kids. never FUS a chicken...
Name:Jake
Age:15
Are you trained with using World Edit/Voxel Sniper?: World Edit yes
Whitelist App
OOC
IGN - Harpo29
Age - 15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - As much as you need boss. (specific answer 13/7)
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I do not have it but if needed I will get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information
Why do you want to join our server? - I was getting tired of small servers that don't have many people.
IC
Name - Tydarus skyrims best assassin.
Race - Khajiit
Age - 19
Gender - Male
RP example - (Tydarus) If I shot an arrow at your knee how could I loot you?
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Since the day I was born I had always been getting into mischief. My parents would lock me in my room to punish me but I always found ways around it. Around the age of 13 we all went to a party together which I thought would be fun but I hadn't been to many. Most people in the town hid their belongings when I was around only because I had a small problem with stealing. I disgraced my parents more than ever at the party only driving us further away. So I left and never returned not bringing a single item besides what I was wearing. I then realized I could use my abilities to my advantage. Stealing food wasn't hard compared to stealing money. I had been caught a few times but always managed to break off. Around 15 I was captured by a group called "The Black Palm" because I was taking some supplies. Instead off killing me they made me one of them. For 4 years I did their work in exchange for a few coins here and there. It wasn't enough so I made a plan. One night when group was sleeping I went into all their rooms, looted everything they had, took a horse, and went far away. Now at 19 I was starting to have a normal life until I ran into Magmus the groups leader.
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -Normally around 3 or 4 hours a day so that amounts to 21-28 hours a week, give or take depends on my schedule.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? -No and no. I have an old family computer that I've had since 2002 its slow and outdated and has no space. Hoping to upgrade soon.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing account information.
Why do you want to join our server? -Seeing as how Oblivion and Skyrim are 2 of my favorite games and Ive put over 100 hours in both I know the history quite well and making a Skyrim based server will amuse me in roleplay that Skyrim itself gave me for hours.
IC
Name - (Farmer) Graham Bellard
Race - Breton
Age - 47
Gender - Male
RP example -
Stormcloak:Why what a nice little farm you have here, you wouldn't mind if we dug into your cow for our meal would you because we are starving and on the run from Legion and need food and a place to hide, so how 'bout it farmer?
Graham:I would suppose you could have some of my food and I will grant one day and night in my barn and do not come to the door if you are found you will day that you were slumbering there with me unknowing or I will fry you to a crisp.
Stormcloak:-in a frightened but sturdy tone-Why of course sir we will honor your agreement and stay in your barn,thank you for the generousity.
Graham:-nods his head- Your welcome.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Graham is always a nice man and holds grudges against no one, because he believes everyone gets by somehow even if it means killing or stealing. He is very friendly and always greets people with a hello unless they are clearly there to hurt him. He has black eyes and greying black hair, he has slight build and medium stamina. Since he is a Breton Graham has always been a bookworm and a spell caster and in his youth he explored many caves with young adventurers like himself that had a great sense of curiosity at that age. But as time went on and he grew older Graham became unfit for cave exploration and settled down on a farm selling food to anyone willing to buy and reading his books gaining knowledge constantly. He is a moderate spell caster and knows a bit of each art but he excels in restoration having to use it on injured and sick farm animals and on the occasional hurt traveler or soldier. He runs a small farm business and has a small potion stall where he sells the latest potions he has discovered. He also has a tome that has been passed down by his ancestors telling all the exploits on alchemy. Speaking of family Graham was born in Skyrim and has grown up studying its plants and wildlife knowing what to look for when brewing potions up. He worships no gods because he believes in Destiny and that everyone has an already pre-etched piece in history no matter what events happen to change it.
IGN - ksev17
Age - 14
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 4-5 hrs
Do you have teamspeak? If no will- no. No point don't have a mic
What is the fifth Server Law? - NO sharing of account info
Why do you want to join our server? - I'm really interested in this server and I love the elder scrolls and the lore behind it. Also this seems like fun server overall.
IC
Name - Vikel Makar
Race - Nord
Age - 23
Gender - Male
RP example - Vikel is at the tavern in Whiterun. A citizen he does not know approaches him.
Citizen: My back is killing me form tendind to my farms.
Vikel: Farming is a worthy job you should be glad you have honest work.
Citizen: What do you do?
Vikel: As of now nothing, but I used in the Stormcloaks. I was one of the best.
Citizen: How many did you kill?
Vikel: Hundreds maybe even thousands. I slashed everyone of them down with my sword or dagger the joy I had those days...
Vikel seems to fade off and when the citizen looks into his eyes they are distant as if he is reliving his most glorious memories.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Born and raised in Skyrim Vikel has never known anything but hard labor and a the sound of gold ringing in his pocket. At the age of 12 Vikel hunted with his father in the forests of Skyrim. His father praised him saying "He never missed a shot" or "He's a born killer". Sadly at the age of 15 his father died from Ataxia. It was up to Vikel to keep the income and support his mother. At the age of 18 his mother was murdered making her way to Whiterun by bandit.
With nothing left to live for Vikel enlisted in the Stormcloaks hoping that some imperial would kill him in his first battle. That day never came for Vikel, he found that fighting waves of soldiers was the best thing ever and he enjoyed slicing them down with a sword or a dagger. He loved the stormcloaks and never sought to leave them, but the day came when he finally did.
Shortly after Vikel completed a Secret mission for his commander he returned to windhelm. He approached the door and saw one of his friends Vark bound by rope and on a rock for the chopping block. He ran towards the crowd that was gathering. "This man has betrayed all of our trust," the Commander yelled.
"He is being charged for treason from letting a spy into our city."
"I didn't know I really didn't." Vark pleaded.
"Kill him" said the commander
the crowd roared in response while Vikel secretly hoped this was a dream.
*slice*
"NOOOOO" Vikel yelled
Vark's lifeless head rolled down onto the pavement of the street. Vikel was in a state of shock and couldn't comprehend this had happened. Shortly after the killing of Vark Vikel went MIA. Everyone thought that a imperial or Thalmor got the better of him, but only those closest to him knew better.
Vikel retreated to a life of honest work, that is until now....
Accepted!
Accepted!
IGN -UFOJockey
Age -15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -If the server is online, I'll most likey be on. On school days,
I will not be on until around 4:00
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? -I used to, but I don't have a mic anymore, so no.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing of account information
Why do you want to join our server? -I seek adventure in a fantasy setting, so I might as well seek it in a place where the lore is familiar.
IC
Name -Aldaril Volanare
Race -Altmer or High Elf
Age - 18
Gender -Male
RP example -
Nord: You ain't wanted here, yellow skin, you better scram.
Aldaril: I'm sorry if I am a burden, but you see, Talos worship is illegal. I'm afraid I must ask you remove that amulet from around your neck, and that you allow me to search your home for any other blasphemous paraphenalia.
Nord: FUS ROH DAH!
(Aldaril is blasted backwards into a pig's pen. He is covered in mud, slop, and excrement)
Nord: You ain't no match for Talos and the Nords. WE are the chosen of the Divines, not you. You better leave now, or things are gonna get ugly.
(Aldaril balls his hands into a fist. A ball of red energy eminated from his palm. He casts forth a spell of fury at the nord. The nord, in a fit of rage, begins to beat down his door with a warhammer. The nord then knocks down several statuettes and shrines dedicated to Talos. He then burns down his home. When the spell wears off, the nord
begins to weep in sorrow)
Aldaril: Oh my, you've commited arson, it's off to the headsman for you.
(Aldaril cuffs the nord and drags him off to the town dungeon)
Biography - I was born on the Summerset Isle, along with the rest of my family. We were extremely wealthy, and I was well educated. I learned the basics of magic, reading, writing, aritmetic, and worship of the divines. As one would expect, I was also raised in the truth of mer superiority. So, starry eyed youth that I was, I decided that my lifelong dream would be to join the Thalmor Justiciary in their quest to enforce the laws set forth by the White-Gold Concordant. Skyrim is a land of heathens, and we want nothing more than to introduce them to the true gods, and to embrace their elven masters. A common misconception about the Thalmor is that we hate non-elves, and that we wish to exterminate them. This couldn't be further from the truth. You see, all who are not elves are born sinful, wretched. They are doomed to spend eternity in Oblivion. What we want to do is to save them. We elves are chosen by the Divines, to rule Tamriel, and the rest are meant to serve us. Only by spending their earthly lives serving us can the men, cat, and lizard folk ever hope to reach Aetherius along with their elven masters. All we do is for the good of the world,the good of the mortals, and the good of the gods.
Age - Just turned 13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - About 5-6 hours a day, sometimes less.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I don't have it, but I'll get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - Don't share account info
Why do you want to join our server? - Skyrim is one of the best games I've plaid, and put that together with another great game, minecraft, it's just gotta be amazing.
IC
Name - Dar'Jiir (Or just Dar)
Race - Khajiit
Age - 25
Gender - Male
RP example - Dar wandered onto the quiet plains of Skyrim. He breathed in a whiff of cool fall air and went to the nearest lake, which was about a mile away. He bent over and, with stealth only a cat, or a khajiit, could handle, scooped up a juicy salmon. He grinned and his mouth watered, thinking about dinner.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Dar'Jiir was born in Elsweyr like most Khajiits. He stayed there until he was about 10, but then his family lost all their money from a robbery. They were forced to move to Skyrim to sell what little they owned. Dar worked as a salesman until he was about 20, then moved on. He went into thievery, joining the Thieves Guild for 3 years until getting kicked out for being caught stealing from the Thieves Guild. At the age of 24, he decided he would become a traveler: Wander the vast realm of Skyrim, getting what he wanted, doing what he pleased.
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That is all. I hope you add me to the server, and please don't discard me because I'm 13. I know how stupid some people my age can be. I try not to be like that on the Internet.
EDIT: I got the 300th reply to the thread. Yay.
Okay my name shall be "Marcello Americus". You can look up the latin meaning if you want to know more.
IGN -nickydawg777
Age -13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - at least 5 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - i do not currently have teamspeak, but i will definately get it if necassary.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information.
Why do you want to join our server? - I am an avid player of skyrim, and i think its really cool that someone has made a minecraft version of that. It looks really cool and i'd like to play minecraft in a different way.
IC
Name - Halldor
Race - Nord
Age - 22
Gender - Male
RP example - A man clad in black robes is roaming the streets of Morthal. A guard says "You there! What is your business here?" The man moves as fast as lightning and rips the guard to shreds. He drains the blood and drags the body behind a house with surprising strength. He takes the small steel dagger the guard is carrying and stabs him a few times with it, to cover up the true killer. He stamps out the guard's torch and continues to walk down the cobblestone street.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Halldor is a proud Nord hailing from the city of Windhelm. His mother was apparently killed by "the butcher" but his father suspects the dark elves of the grey quarter. He aspires to join the stormcloak rebellion after his father gets back on his feet after his mother's death. He is a skilled blacksmith, often to be seen hanging around the blacksmith, Oengul War-Anvil.
Age: 18
Photos of any creations you have made (MAXIMUM OF 5, links are acceptable):
http://imageshack.us/g/862/20120123202645.png/ (3 Images are there to view)
Are you trained with using World Edit/Voxel Sniper?: Mainly just WorldEdit, none in Voxel Sniper. (Willing to learn)
robo111
UFOJockey
Denied:
nickydawg777 - Please read lore, "The Butcher" is long dead.
IGN -
ikeyman232
Age -
13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -
Atleast 3 hours each day.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? -
Yes, I do have TeamSpeak.
What is the fifth Server Law? -
No Sharing Account Information.
Why do you want to join our server? -
I have always loved RP Servers. Overall, RP servers are the best kind of servers in Minecraft. I've played the Elder Scrolls since 2006, and I still do. Skyrim is my second favorite, Oblivion being my first; tough, Skyrim is still my favorite game of 2012. I've played a couple Skyrim servers, except they were shut down, or abandoned.
RP
Name -
LaTerre
Race -
Wood Elf
Age -
23
Gender -
Male
RP example -
*LaTerre walks into the Blacksmith, closing the door behind him. He looks around, eyeing the blacksmith's wares.*
LaTerre: Hail, Blacksmith.
Blacksmith: *Looks up* Oh, hello. What could I get ye?
LaTerre: The Elven Longsword, how much does it cost?
Blacksmith: Ah, the Elven Longsword costs 55 Septims.
LaTerre: *Ruffles through a small bag, and takes out a leather coin purse. He places coins in, and straps a brown string around the top* Here you are.
Blacksmith: *Takes the bag, and hands him the Elven Longsword* Be safe!
LaTerre: Thankyou very much. *Sheaths the sword into his hilt, and slowly opens the door, out into Whiterun*
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
LaTerre was born and raised in Whiterun. His father, Hailien, owned a small bakery there. His mother, Me'lunor, was a common housewife. She cooked, cleaned, Etc. LaTerre loved Whiterun. He always ran through the city, and loved every part of it. He would always bug the guards, but they neverminded much. He is a fun-loving Wood Elf, and a happy one too. When he grew, and grew, he seemed to get more of a taste for adventure. Him and his friends would always travel outside the city borders, and explore the forests around the hold. He learned how to wield a sword, and really liked it. He never really killed anything. Just practised and practised. He was taught by his old father how to use a bow. He had something of a love for it, and never let's it go. He would go out hunting with his friends, and usually was the best shot. Though, he has flaws too, just like anyone else. Him and heavy objects do not match. Heavy armour and him, usually crushes him. He is deathly afraid of spiders, and whenever he sees one he runs. He is very friendly, and is always up for a good laugh or two.
OOC
IGN -dr_plosion
Age -16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - depends on work/school
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - i can gett it :tongue.gif:
What is the fifth Server Law? - dont share accounts
Why do you want to join our server? - its a respectable community. i know people there and the staff seem very friendly :smile.gif: i also enjoy skyrim x3
IC
Name - Tom the nord
Race -nord
Age -25
Gender -male
RP example -[guard] i used to be a nord like you. untill i took a breton to the bedroom,
[Tom ] what do you mean???
[guard] once you go breton, you never go back.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - tom. the average nord... likes to spend his winter days fighting for survival against the stormcloak invaders.. and his nights walking along the shorelines.. while tending to his horse, that tastes just like rasins... and kills dragons :)he also likes to run around slaying bandits and various riff raff on his trusty steed gandolf mcsparclecheeks... he also likes rainbows, cause in today's society who doesnt? remember kids. never FUS a chicken...
ikeyman232 - You're accepted, but it would be appreciated if you could change your age.
Denied:
dr_plosion - Please make a longer biography.
XEN0KID - Your biography and age do not add up.
EDIT: Changed age, I don't want to make things complicated. :tongue.gif:
Accepted.
Name:Jake
Age:15
Are you trained with using World Edit/Voxel Sniper?: World Edit yes
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OOC
IGN - Harpo29
Age - 15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - As much as you need boss. (specific answer 13/7)
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I do not have it but if needed I will get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information
Why do you want to join our server? - I was getting tired of small servers that don't have many people.
IC
Name - Tydarus skyrims best assassin.
Race - Khajiit
Age - 19
Gender - Male
RP example - (Tydarus) If I shot an arrow at your knee how could I loot you?
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Since the day I was born I had always been getting into mischief. My parents would lock me in my room to punish me but I always found ways around it. Around the age of 13 we all went to a party together which I thought would be fun but I hadn't been to many. Most people in the town hid their belongings when I was around only because I had a small problem with stealing. I disgraced my parents more than ever at the party only driving us further away. So I left and never returned not bringing a single item besides what I was wearing. I then realized I could use my abilities to my advantage. Stealing food wasn't hard compared to stealing money. I had been caught a few times but always managed to break off. Around 15 I was captured by a group called "The Black Palm" because I was taking some supplies. Instead off killing me they made me one of them. For 4 years I did their work in exchange for a few coins here and there. It wasn't enough so I made a plan. One night when group was sleeping I went into all their rooms, looted everything they had, took a horse, and went far away. Now at 19 I was starting to have a normal life until I ran into Magmus the groups leader.
Harpo29 - Please change your name, we have another Tydarus on this server.
Denied:
OOC
IGN -Iamme123
Age -14
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -Normally around 3 or 4 hours a day so that amounts to 21-28 hours a week, give or take depends on my schedule.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? -No and no. I have an old family computer that I've had since 2002 its slow and outdated and has no space. Hoping to upgrade soon.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing account information.
Why do you want to join our server? -Seeing as how Oblivion and Skyrim are 2 of my favorite games and Ive put over 100 hours in both I know the history quite well and making a Skyrim based server will amuse me in roleplay that Skyrim itself gave me for hours.
IC
Name - (Farmer) Graham Bellard
Race - Breton
Age - 47
Gender - Male
RP example -
Stormcloak:Why what a nice little farm you have here, you wouldn't mind if we dug into your cow for our meal would you because we are starving and on the run from Legion and need food and a place to hide, so how 'bout it farmer?
Graham:I would suppose you could have some of my food and I will grant one day and night in my barn and do not come to the door if you are found you will day that you were slumbering there with me unknowing or I will fry you to a crisp.
Stormcloak:-in a frightened but sturdy tone-Why of course sir we will honor your agreement and stay in your barn,thank you for the generousity.
Graham:-nods his head- Your welcome.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Graham is always a nice man and holds grudges against no one, because he believes everyone gets by somehow even if it means killing or stealing. He is very friendly and always greets people with a hello unless they are clearly there to hurt him. He has black eyes and greying black hair, he has slight build and medium stamina. Since he is a Breton Graham has always been a bookworm and a spell caster and in his youth he explored many caves with young adventurers like himself that had a great sense of curiosity at that age. But as time went on and he grew older Graham became unfit for cave exploration and settled down on a farm selling food to anyone willing to buy and reading his books gaining knowledge constantly. He is a moderate spell caster and knows a bit of each art but he excels in restoration having to use it on injured and sick farm animals and on the occasional hurt traveler or soldier. He runs a small farm business and has a small potion stall where he sells the latest potions he has discovered. He also has a tome that has been passed down by his ancestors telling all the exploits on alchemy. Speaking of family Graham was born in Skyrim and has grown up studying its plants and wildlife knowing what to look for when brewing potions up. He worships no gods because he believes in Destiny and that everyone has an already pre-etched piece in history no matter what events happen to change it.