Minecraft User Name:terrydafariy
Age:18
Character Name:spencer oneal
Character Background:I was raised in a small village with a small population. I grew up learning about the greatest strategists, learning of the great Sun Tzu and his bloody book. The Art of War. which was said to have been written in the blood of his enemies blood. It was then that my father passed away, and left me the family heirloom. A heraldic breastplate. It was a stork piercing it's nipple to feed it's children, with a green background, with a kite-shield. Years passed on, and It rained in the local militia, until the day finally came. The neighboring villages came together, in the local summit, and it was decided they'd attack the next continent, and try and horde their resources. So, they held a primitive form of draft. I was selected, and boarded a galley, and was sent off. I was the last recruit to make it to the camp the journey here was hard, and I saw many die along the way. I helped many people and I of course eased their dieing pains. For the glory of a true fighter is the loving of others. one day at the end of training I had the hardest spar of my life. I was facing the high general and had finally meet a true match. I fought as hard as i could and it seemed like i didn't make a scratch on his armor then a White hot screaming ball of power hit me. It started in my spine, and slowly crept up my back, settling in my brain. Near the Hippocampus. I smashed my sword into his Armour and metal shards flew everywhere. He stopped the fight in a stalwart haste to know what had happened. He Gazed on in shock as I was creating what seemed a bubble of powers surrounded the shards, it was like metal slivers of knives. I moved my hand, as a guide. My brain being the actual mechanism guiding these steel death blades. The entire Army looked on in horror, and then it dawned on them, I ... was a god. They deployed me to the field of battle, with my blade and my new power, I was felling ten to fifteen men a day. They had never seen anything like it, and surrendered to me personally. I was a war hero, returning to my village. It never lasted long, it never had. I was experimented on, they trying to figure out what had happened to me. They placed me in a mental institution, and subjected me to the harshest of programs. Placing my head in a kiln, trying to purify my thought with heat. Trying to purge the demons from me, but it always happened, much like clockwork, everyday, for months, until one day, I gave up the will to live. A woman came in with a barrel of water, and gave me a ladle of it, I accepted, and passed out.
Character Age:21 years
Character Gender:male
Character Background:RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):beginner
Why I want to join:my friend is a memeber and i want to chill with him. mr_eskaru
Which discipline interests me the most:carnomancer
RP Sample:I woke up in a wooden environment, I slipped out from the warm blanket, that was keeping me safe from the harsh winter environment outside. As my feet touched the ground, There was a sheer chill, that rendered my body limp, it was so cold. As I stood up, I was already shivering, I paced around the sallow environment, I looked around, seeing a window, and moved over to it, almost gliding, This place seemed so surreal, it felt so odd. It felt like ... heaven? I walked outside, my head dully aching, the sun was digging into my retinas like no one's business. I stepped back inside to shield myself from the harsh winter sun. My entire body was rigged, and felt sick. He hurriedly ran to a corner and vomited, his stomach was burning, as was his head, it felt almost like a fever, he crawled over to the bed, and pulled the covers down, and lay rapped up in them for hours, until the gut wrenching sickness passed. He stood, and everything was looser, but he still felt ill, he thought to himself 'I'll find someone, and they'll help me.'
Minecraft User Name:terrydafariy
Age:18
Character Name:spencer oneal
Character Background:I was raised in a small village with a small population. I grew up learning about the greatest strategists, learning of the great Sun Tzu and his bloody book. The Art of War. which was said to have been written in the blood of his enemies blood. It was then that my father passed away, and left me the family heirloom. A heraldic breastplate. It was a stork piercing it's nipple to feed it's children, with a green background, with a kite-shield. Years passed on, and It rained in the local militia, until the day finally came. The neighboring villages came together, in the local summit, and it was decided they'd attack the next continent, and try and horde their resources. So, they held a primitive form of draft. I was selected, and boarded a galley, and was sent off. I was the last recruit to make it to the camp the journey here was hard, and I saw many die along the way. I helped many people and I of course eased their dieing pains. For the glory of a true fighter is the loving of others. one day at the end of training I had the hardest spar of my life. I was facing the high general and had finally meet a true match. I fought as hard as i could and it seemed like i didn't make a scratch on his armor then a White hot screaming ball of power hit me. It started in my spine, and slowly crept up my back, settling in my brain. Near the Hippocampus. I smashed my sword into his Armour and metal shards flew everywhere. He stopped the fight in a stalwart haste to know what had happened. He Gazed on in shock as I was creating what seemed a bubble of powers surrounded the shards, it was like metal slivers of knives. I moved my hand, as a guide. My brain being the actual mechanism guiding these steel death blades. The entire Army looked on in horror, and then it dawned on them, I ... was a god. They deployed me to the field of battle, with my blade and my new power, I was felling ten to fifteen men a day. They had never seen anything like it, and surrendered to me personally. I was a war hero, returning to my village. It never lasted long, it never had. I was experimented on, they trying to figure out what had happened to me. They placed me in a mental institution, and subjected me to the harshest of programs. Placing my head in a kiln, trying to purify my thought with heat. Trying to purge the demons from me, but it always happened, much like clockwork, everyday, for months, until one day, I gave up the will to live. A woman came in with a barrel of water, and gave me a ladle of it, I accepted, and passed out.
Character Age:21 years
Character Gender:male
Character Background:RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):beginner
Why I want to join:my friend is a memeber and i want to chill with him. mr_eskaru
Which discipline interests me the most:carnomancer
RP Sample:I woke up in a wooden environment, I slipped out from the warm blanket, that was keeping me safe from the harsh winter environment outside. As my feet touched the ground, There was a sheer chill, that rendered my body limp, it was so cold. As I stood up, I was already shivering, I paced around the sallow environment, I looked around, seeing a window, and moved over to it, almost gliding, This place seemed so surreal, it felt so odd. It felt like ... heaven? I walked outside, my head dully aching, the sun was digging into my retinas like no one's business. I stepped back inside to shield myself from the harsh winter sun. My entire body was rigged, and felt sick. He hurriedly ran to a corner and vomited, his stomach was burning, as was his head, it felt almost like a fever, he crawled over to the bed, and pulled the covers down, and lay rapped up in them for hours, until the gut wrenching sickness passed. He stood, and everything was looser, but he still felt ill, he thought to himself 'I'll find someone, and they'll help me.'
a pillow doesn't count
Oh my...giant...wall...of text..gonna...ugh. :tongue.gif: On a more professional note, your application is under deliberation. Please be patient. Thank you :happy.gif:
Character Background: The character himself originated in my Ragnarok Online playing phase. His class was High Wizard. His style of magic was slow, massive AoE spells that often crushed anyone walking into them. Personality-wise, he's best described as mischievous and strong-minded, but often finds himself oblivious to the things around him when he's caught-up in one of his fiascos.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate
Why I want to join: This seems like a good, solid server where I can quench my thirst for involvement.
Which discipline interests me the most: Took a look at the skill list, and I like Teslamancer.
RP Sample: "Uugh... My head... That's what I get for mixing two doses of glowstone dust instead of one..." Trucidus rolls over to find there is nothing solid under him. He grunts as he slams onto the ground. A pillow doesn't count if it's made of dirt.
The light is bright. Too bright for his eyes. After sitting in the shade for a bit, he pokes his head out of the hut. An unfamiliar, cubic landscape is there to greet him. "I got no clue who put what into my drink, but I'm gonna whop im' one." He stumbles into this new world in a sleepy stupor, and begins arguing with the nearest tree.
Minecraft UserName: Screams0
Age:14
Character Age:47
Race:Demi-God of Darkness
Character Name: Darkrune
Gender:Half Enderman Half Human
Class:Dark Templar
Backround: Darkrune was once known as Kyle Black He was poor and had to thieve to make a living.As he grew he was
welcomed by a group named The White Crusaders, They took him along and tought him many things. Years later a storm
blew in and seperated all of them from each other while at sea. Kyle was then on an island. There was a portal there
it toke him to place known as The End. There he met his true father,the god of darkness. HHe was in shock as he learned
that his father was praised by monsters called endermen. His father took shape of a dragon. He learned he was
The dark gods son and had now a blessing thus turning him into The Dark Templar. Then a noise happened. The portal opened as he was told to go kill all the Good Of people. Kyle sayed never.
Then was transported out of the Ender Realm he was then on a strange island
were new people were always coming.He was then
Told by his father to kill the King of the sun. Were Kyle failed his mission. He was then banished and had a new name
Darkrune or Prince of Fear & Screams. He wants revenge on his Father and needs help from others to do so.....
Rp Sample: Urgh Blast those enderFolk for making me Half dead I will need these other people for help on this large
landscape.
Reason: This sounds like a fun adiicting game server It sounds like a great RPG and i liked writing a story.
Thank you.
Character Rp abilty: Intermeditate
Thank you if you allow me to join.
Minecraft UserName: Screams0
Age:14
Character Age:47
Race:Demi-God of Darkness
Character Name: Darkrune
Gender:Half Enderman Half Human
Class:Dark Templar
Backround: Darkrune was once known as Kyle Black He was poor and had to thieve to make a living.As he grew he was
welcomed by a group named The White Crusaders, They took him along and tought him many things. Years later a storm
blew in and seperated all of them from each other while at sea. Kyle was then on an island. There was a portal there
it toke him to place known as The End. There he met his true father,the god of darkness. HHe was in shock as he learned
that his father was praised by monsters called endermen. His father took shape of a dragon. He learned he was
The dark gods son and had now a blessing thus turning him into The Dark Templar. Then a noise happened. The portal opened as he was told to go kill all the Good Of people. Kyle sayed never.
Then was transported out of the Ender Realm he was then on a strange island
were new people were always coming.He was then
Told by his father to kill the King of the sun. Were Kyle failed his mission. He was then banished and had a new name
Darkrune or Prince of Fear & Screams. He wants revenge on his Father and needs help from others to do so.....
Rp Sample:Why were am I? Why am I here? Urghh I must do whatever I can to survive, then I may go get revenge on my
father.
Reason: This sounds like a fun adiicting game server It sounds like a great RP and i liked writing a story.
Thank you.
Which discipline do you like most: Hydromancner
Character Rp abilty: Intermeditate
Thank you if you allow me to join.
May you please read my character bio and stuff I am very eager to join.
You need to relax please, Now that college semester has started again most of us are busy during the week days either with school or work. Asking over and over and having very little patience is not a good thing.
Minecraft UserName: Screams0
Age:14
Character Age:47
Race:Demi-God of Darkness
Character Name: Darkrune
Gender:Half Enderman Half Human
Class:Dark Templar
Backround: Darkrune was once known as Kyle Black He was poor and had to thieve to make a living.As he grew he was
welcomed by a group named The White Crusaders, They took him along and tought him many things. Years later a storm
blew in and seperated all of them from each other while at sea. Kyle was then on an island. There was a portal there
it toke him to place known as The End. There he met his true father,the god of darkness. HHe was in shock as he learned
that his father was praised by monsters called endermen. His father took shape of a dragon. He learned he was
The dark gods son and had now a blessing thus turning him into The Dark Templar. Then a noise happened. The portal opened as he was told to go kill all the Good Of people. Kyle sayed never.
Then was transported out of the Ender Realm he was then on a strange island
were new people were always coming.He was then
Told by his father to kill the King of the sun. Were Kyle failed his mission. He was then banished and had a new name
Darkrune or Prince of Fear & Screams. He wants revenge on his Father and needs help from others to do so.....
Rp Sample: Urgh Blast those enderFolk for making me Half dead I will need these other people for help on this large
landscape.
Reason: This sounds like a fun adiicting game server It sounds like a great RPG and i liked writing a story.
Thank you.
Character Rp abilty: Intermeditate
Thank you if you allow me to join.
Lol, well aside from not even using the form we asked you to use to fill out an application, a demi-god race does not exists in our lore. your RP sample is a single sentence, and the lack of spell check is disturbing. We also have no Dark Templar class or anything like that. Also when applying for an RP server next time try to chill on the meta gaming a bit. Better stories and RPing comes from basic or simple characters that develop over time. Not some son of a dragon who is a dark god blah blah blah. This nonsense coupled with the lack of reading the rules/lore is enough to deny this application. With all this said, I regret to inform you but your application has been denied. Good luck finding a different server.
Character Background: The character himself originated in my Ragnarok Online playing phase. His class was High Wizard. His style of magic was slow, massive AoE spells that often crushed anyone walking into them. Personality-wise, he's best described as mischievous and strong-minded, but often finds himself oblivious to the things around him when he's caught-up in one of his fiascos.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate
Why I want to join: This seems like a good, solid server where I can quench my thirst for involvement.
Which discipline interests me the most: Took a look at the skill list, and I like Teslamancer.
RP Sample: "Uugh... My head... That's what I get for mixing two doses of glowstone dust instead of one..." Trucidus rolls over to find there is nothing solid under him. He grunts as he slams onto the ground. A pillow doesn't count if it's made of dirt.
The light is bright. Too bright for his eyes. After sitting in the shade for a bit, he pokes his head out of the hut. An unfamiliar, cubic landscape is there to greet him. "I got no clue who put what into my drink, but I'm gonna whop im' one." He stumbles into this new world in a sleepy stupor, and begins arguing with the nearest tree.
Your application is under deliberation. Please be patient :smile.gif:
Minecraft User Name: tekniklypyro
Age: 18
Character Name: Perodaes
Character Age: 18
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: Well it doesn't much matter if I can't remember any of it or work it into my character's roleplaying, does it?
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): I've done quite a bit of RP.
Why I want to join: Need a new server to RP on.
Which discipline interests me the most: CArnomancer
RP Sample: Perodaes arose from his slumber and scratched his head, blinking into the dim light illuminating the small hut. 'How did I get here?' he thought to himself. 'Better yet, where am I?' He shook the sleep from his eyes and gingerly hopped to his feet. He kicked at the dirt floor and began looking around the hut, inspecting everything for a clue as to where he might have ended up. Having nothing but the clothes on his back, he began preparing supplies for a journey. Perodaes smashed one of the only possessions in the hut, a ceramic plate, and took a large jagged piece of the broken clay for self-defense. He opened a small burlap sack and removed a few apples for sustenance, and ripped a blanket to tie around his feet. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the hut, and shielded his eyes from the bright light of this 'new' world.
Minecraft User Name: Mafiosen
Age: 17 years old
Character Name: John_Reynolds
Character Age: 65
Character Gender: Male
Character Background:
I John was born and just like my brother raised on a small humble farm far east from all civilation. I am only raised by my father because my mother had died on my birth. When my farther also died when I was 14 I had enough of the humble being so I waved my brother goodbye and set out to travel away from the farm, away from my younger years. The first years were hard for me, being all by my self traveling through never ending woods and swamps. But soon I also started to visited towns and settlements. Visiting so much towns I started to get more knowledge about people and what interests them the most. So the next towns I visited I always could get easy connection with the town folks and could trade my stories about my life or from others for cheap housing and food. After many years of traveling I got older and my memory couldn't figure out what stories were real. But I still was the man of the stories.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):
semi-Intermediate because my vocabulary isn't big enough (Dutch)
Why I want to join:
I was looking for a role-play server, with not only a good lore but also a classes system. And to be honest the lore is just really good.
Which discipline interests me the most:
Teslamancer or something else that suits my character the best.
RP Sample:
Hmpff, I stretch myself and sit straight up against the moistly wooden planks. I can't remember a thing not even my name, what happened did I had a few to much again, no this time its different. As I stand up cracking my old back and focusing on what I remember. My mind is vague and all the stories in my head seemed to be messed up. But which one of the stories is mine? I check for clues in the small cottage. I find a knapsack which seems to be mine. I quickly open it, inside there are several traveling items. This stuff could be useful so I take it and open the cracking door of the small shack and wander outside. I blink my eyes trying to get used to the bright light. I better try to seek civilization and knowledge on what is happening and why my memory is scrambled. I stretch myself once more and walk in the direction to a vast green field in the distance..
I was wondering why there was suddenly a large group of banned people (AKA the graveyard.).
And why parts of my house was missing.
Good to know the server went back up successfully. Looks like the craziest things happen while I'm not on. I apologize for not being on as much as I should be, kinda caught up in college and whatnot.
Now, what I do need explained is who bought all my stuff... because they should get a cake for being one of the first customers that have actually bought stuff. ; u ;
Wait, that means I have to restock...
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
EDIT: I like all the new stuff, props to all those that made it all.
Now, that church is a different story... Watch Faor avoid it like the plague. xD
I was wondering why there was suddenly a large group of banned people (AKA the graveyard.).
And why parts of my house was missing.
Good to know the server went back up successfully. Looks like the craziest things happen while I'm not on. I apologize for not being on as much as I should be, kinda caught up in college and whatnot.
Now, what I do need explained is who bought all my stuff... because they should get a cake for being one of the first customers that have actually bought stuff. ; u ;
Wait, that means I have to restock...
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
EDIT: I like all the new stuff, props to all those that made it all.
Now, that church is a different story... Watch Faor avoid it like the plague. xD
Glad to have ya back, Faor...and yeah we're always moving. When you're gone for weeks on end without any kind of word or a heads up, yeah you better believe a lot of stuff is going to change lol. A lot of stuff was a little fragmented during the restore, so I think it was from that.
I will address the applications on an individual basis:
terrydafariy - Accepted. Application looked good, that's all there is to it.
KingFap - Denied. Wasn't too thrilled with your description being AoE blah-di-blah. Showed a lack of creativity. Feel free to re-apply with a little bit of originality.
Screams0 - Denied. Your application was ****ing retarded and you have no patience.
tekniklypyro - Denied. Um, yes a character bio matters. Why else would we put it in the application? That's how I write events. Sorry, there is no need on our server for insubordinate little smart asses. Good day.
Mafiosen - Accepted. I like it, and don't worry about your vocabulary. As long as you participate and put forth effort, you'll fit right in.
I was wondering why there was suddenly a large group of banned people (AKA the graveyard.).
And why parts of my house was missing.
Good to know the server went back up successfully. Looks like the craziest things happen while I'm not on. I apologize for not being on as much as I should be, kinda caught up in college and whatnot.
Now, what I do need explained is who bought all my stuff... because they should get a cake for being one of the first customers that have actually bought stuff. ; u ;
Wait, that means I have to restock...
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
EDIT: I like all the new stuff, props to all those that made it all.
Now, that church is a different story... Watch Faor avoid it like the plague. xD
The banned people were not all of a sudden, you've been missing for weeks. We just decided to make a visual representation of those banned so it didn't effect the story as in, "Oh what happend to blah blah they just vanished"
"KingFap - Denied. Wasn't too thrilled with your description being AoE blah-di-blah. Showed a lack of creativity. Feel free to re-apply with a little bit of originality."
That "Blah-di-blah" was a description where the character's magic experience originated. The character itself would have no basis if it wasn't for the game he originated in, and I figured if you're going to ask, "Who is this character" I'd let you know who the guy is.
I don't do "dark, mysterious pasts" or "Angel Hero with devil infusion". I'm just a magician. I'm just "The Dude".
His story, prior to minecraft, was casting a slow AoE spells that were in the game. It was the classes specialty, but he knows other tricks. Testlamancy was a good fit. Seemed to have larger area spells, and fit best with my guy. Sure it's not "crushing" people, but it is what it is. I was bending my entity around your backstory.
If there's any other question of who he is, I could say that he's decently close to a mad-scientist type. The ones that are pretty brilliant, but conkers enough to where it comes out in tiny bits. I like my supporting rolls. I just deal with whoever drags me into whatever.
Oh, and I also make my own character skins, and build pretty nice things legitly. I'll provide examples of both if you'd like. Creative enough?
Also, don't make me wait two days just to turn me away, baby. <3
"KingFap - Denied. Wasn't too thrilled with your description being AoE blah-di-blah. Showed a lack of creativity. Feel free to re-apply with a little bit of originality."
That "Blah-di-blah" was a description where the character's magic experience originated. The character itself would have no basis if it wasn't for the game he originated in, and I figured if you're going to ask, "Who is this character" I'd let you know who the guy is.
I don't do "dark, mysterious pasts" or "Angel Hero with devil infusion". I'm just a magician. I'm just "The Dude".
His story, prior to minecraft, was casting a slow AoE spells that were in the game. It was the classes specialty, but he knows other tricks. Testlamancy was a good fit. Seemed to have larger area spells, and fit best with my guy. Sure it's not "crushing" people, but it is what it is. I was bending my entity around your backstory.
Oh, and I also make my own character skins, and build pretty nice things legitly. I'll provide examples of both if you'd like. Creative enough?
Also, don't make me wait two days just to turn me away, baby. <3
We don't want dark,mysterious pasts or angel hero with devil infusion, we also don't want a character from a different game that does not fit. And we have plenty of builders and a few fine legitimate artists. Boasting isn't going to get you in, As Squirmles said, you can re-apply with a bit more originality or you can go. You've already been denied for your first post. Have a good day.
Minecraft User Name: klypto
Age: 24
Character Name: klypto
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: from a humble background the orphan klypto worked odd jobs all his life. With no natural talent in any given ability, he was forced to do the most difficult labor and menial tasks. Finally reaching a Point in his life where he believes he can make something of himself, klypto is now ready to look for a steady job in hopes to become a merchant and live a happy life
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): advanced
Why I want to join: I need to be distracted from real life, rp is a good way to do it
Which discipline interests me the most: carnomancers
RP Sample: Dragging himself to his feet klypto looks around for any clues as to how or why he ended up in these unfamiliar surroundings. Finding nothing, he looks for the next most important items, food and water. Having eaten and drank his share of the reserves he leaves the hut looking for whomever left him here. He found a pillow, but sadly, it didn't count.
I'm not boasting, I'm explaining what's what. You're ruling me out for something rather silly.
Still, not worth the effort. I'll find another place with a less "deep" story.
Not worth the effort? Tell that to the 100+ applicants. Our members, once deemed "worth the effort," are allowed into an elite community. They are all very satisfied with their efforts, and in turn, get so much more out of the story. If you're not capable of structuring your thoughts and grasping the simple concept of an application...I'm sorry...but you've got more serious issues than trying to find a new server to play on. Take it easy, kid.
Minecraft User Name: klypto
Age: 24
Character Name: klypto
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: from a humble background the orphan klypto worked odd jobs all his life. With no natural talent in any given ability, he was forced to do the most difficult labor and menial tasks. Finally reaching a Point in his life where he believes he can make something of himself, klypto is now ready to look for a steady job in hopes to become a merchant and live a happy life
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): advanced
Why I want to join: I need to be distracted from real life, rp is a good way to do it
Which discipline interests me the most: carnomancers
RP Sample: Dragging himself to his feet klypto looks around for any clues as to how or why he ended up in these unfamiliar surroundings. Finding nothing, he looks for the next most important items, food and water. Having eaten and drank his share of the reserves he leaves the hut looking for whomever left him here. He found a pillow, but sadly, it didn't count.
Welcome to Dalencourt, Klypto! You have been white-listed and added to the "Members" section of the website. See you online!
Age:18
Character Name:spencer oneal
Character Background:I was raised in a small village with a small population. I grew up learning about the greatest strategists, learning of the great Sun Tzu and his bloody book. The Art of War. which was said to have been written in the blood of his enemies blood. It was then that my father passed away, and left me the family heirloom. A heraldic breastplate. It was a stork piercing it's nipple to feed it's children, with a green background, with a kite-shield. Years passed on, and It rained in the local militia, until the day finally came. The neighboring villages came together, in the local summit, and it was decided they'd attack the next continent, and try and horde their resources. So, they held a primitive form of draft. I was selected, and boarded a galley, and was sent off. I was the last recruit to make it to the camp the journey here was hard, and I saw many die along the way. I helped many people and I of course eased their dieing pains. For the glory of a true fighter is the loving of others. one day at the end of training I had the hardest spar of my life. I was facing the high general and had finally meet a true match. I fought as hard as i could and it seemed like i didn't make a scratch on his armor then a White hot screaming ball of power hit me. It started in my spine, and slowly crept up my back, settling in my brain. Near the Hippocampus. I smashed my sword into his Armour and metal shards flew everywhere. He stopped the fight in a stalwart haste to know what had happened. He Gazed on in shock as I was creating what seemed a bubble of powers surrounded the shards, it was like metal slivers of knives. I moved my hand, as a guide. My brain being the actual mechanism guiding these steel death blades. The entire Army looked on in horror, and then it dawned on them, I ... was a god. They deployed me to the field of battle, with my blade and my new power, I was felling ten to fifteen men a day. They had never seen anything like it, and surrendered to me personally. I was a war hero, returning to my village. It never lasted long, it never had. I was experimented on, they trying to figure out what had happened to me. They placed me in a mental institution, and subjected me to the harshest of programs. Placing my head in a kiln, trying to purify my thought with heat. Trying to purge the demons from me, but it always happened, much like clockwork, everyday, for months, until one day, I gave up the will to live. A woman came in with a barrel of water, and gave me a ladle of it, I accepted, and passed out.
Character Age:21 years
Character Gender:male
Character Background:RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):beginner
Why I want to join:my friend is a memeber and i want to chill with him. mr_eskaru
Which discipline interests me the most:carnomancer
RP Sample:I woke up in a wooden environment, I slipped out from the warm blanket, that was keeping me safe from the harsh winter environment outside. As my feet touched the ground, There was a sheer chill, that rendered my body limp, it was so cold. As I stood up, I was already shivering, I paced around the sallow environment, I looked around, seeing a window, and moved over to it, almost gliding, This place seemed so surreal, it felt so odd. It felt like ... heaven? I walked outside, my head dully aching, the sun was digging into my retinas like no one's business. I stepped back inside to shield myself from the harsh winter sun. My entire body was rigged, and felt sick. He hurriedly ran to a corner and vomited, his stomach was burning, as was his head, it felt almost like a fever, he crawled over to the bed, and pulled the covers down, and lay rapped up in them for hours, until the gut wrenching sickness passed. He stood, and everything was looser, but he still felt ill, he thought to himself 'I'll find someone, and they'll help me.'
a pillow doesn't count
Oh my...giant...wall...of text..gonna...ugh. :tongue.gif: On a more professional note, your application is under deliberation. Please be patient. Thank you :happy.gif:
Age: 20
Character Name: Trucidus
Character Age: 23
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: The character himself originated in my Ragnarok Online playing phase. His class was High Wizard. His style of magic was slow, massive AoE spells that often crushed anyone walking into them. Personality-wise, he's best described as mischievous and strong-minded, but often finds himself oblivious to the things around him when he's caught-up in one of his fiascos.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate
Why I want to join: This seems like a good, solid server where I can quench my thirst for involvement.
Which discipline interests me the most: Took a look at the skill list, and I like Teslamancer.
RP Sample: "Uugh... My head... That's what I get for mixing two doses of glowstone dust instead of one..." Trucidus rolls over to find there is nothing solid under him. He grunts as he slams onto the ground. A pillow doesn't count if it's made of dirt.
The light is bright. Too bright for his eyes. After sitting in the shade for a bit, he pokes his head out of the hut. An unfamiliar, cubic landscape is there to greet him. "I got no clue who put what into my drink, but I'm gonna whop im' one." He stumbles into this new world in a sleepy stupor, and begins arguing with the nearest tree.
Minecraft UserName: Screams0
Age:14
Character Age:47
Race:Demi-God of Darkness
Character Name: Darkrune
Gender:Half Enderman Half Human
Class:Dark Templar
Backround: Darkrune was once known as Kyle Black He was poor and had to thieve to make a living.As he grew he was
welcomed by a group named The White Crusaders, They took him along and tought him many things. Years later a storm
blew in and seperated all of them from each other while at sea. Kyle was then on an island. There was a portal there
it toke him to place known as The End. There he met his true father,the god of darkness. HHe was in shock as he learned
that his father was praised by monsters called endermen. His father took shape of a dragon. He learned he was
The dark gods son and had now a blessing thus turning him into The Dark Templar. Then a noise happened. The portal opened as he was told to go kill all the Good Of people. Kyle sayed never.
Then was transported out of the Ender Realm he was then on a strange island
were new people were always coming.He was then
Told by his father to kill the King of the sun. Were Kyle failed his mission. He was then banished and had a new name
Darkrune or Prince of Fear & Screams. He wants revenge on his Father and needs help from others to do so.....
Rp Sample: Urgh Blast those enderFolk for making me Half dead I will need these other people for help on this large
landscape.
Reason: This sounds like a fun adiicting game server It sounds like a great RPG and i liked writing a story.
Thank you.
Character Rp abilty: Intermeditate
Thank you if you allow me to join.
May I Join
Please
You need to relax please, Now that college semester has started again most of us are busy during the week days either with school or work. Asking over and over and having very little patience is not a good thing.
lololol
Lol, well aside from not even using the form we asked you to use to fill out an application, a demi-god race does not exists in our lore. your RP sample is a single sentence, and the lack of spell check is disturbing. We also have no Dark Templar class or anything like that. Also when applying for an RP server next time try to chill on the meta gaming a bit. Better stories and RPing comes from basic or simple characters that develop over time. Not some son of a dragon who is a dark god blah blah blah. This nonsense coupled with the lack of reading the rules/lore is enough to deny this application. With all this said, I regret to inform you but your application has been denied. Good luck finding a different server.
Your application is under deliberation. Please be patient :smile.gif:
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Age: 18
Character Name: Perodaes
Character Age: 18
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: Well it doesn't much matter if I can't remember any of it or work it into my character's roleplaying, does it?
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): I've done quite a bit of RP.
Why I want to join: Need a new server to RP on.
Which discipline interests me the most: CArnomancer
RP Sample: Perodaes arose from his slumber and scratched his head, blinking into the dim light illuminating the small hut. 'How did I get here?' he thought to himself. 'Better yet, where am I?' He shook the sleep from his eyes and gingerly hopped to his feet. He kicked at the dirt floor and began looking around the hut, inspecting everything for a clue as to where he might have ended up. Having nothing but the clothes on his back, he began preparing supplies for a journey. Perodaes smashed one of the only possessions in the hut, a ceramic plate, and took a large jagged piece of the broken clay for self-defense. He opened a small burlap sack and removed a few apples for sustenance, and ripped a blanket to tie around his feet. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the hut, and shielded his eyes from the bright light of this 'new' world.
Age: 17 years old
Character Name: John_Reynolds
Character Age: 65
Character Gender: Male
Character Background:
I John was born and just like my brother raised on a small humble farm far east from all civilation. I am only raised by my father because my mother had died on my birth. When my farther also died when I was 14 I had enough of the humble being so I waved my brother goodbye and set out to travel away from the farm, away from my younger years. The first years were hard for me, being all by my self traveling through never ending woods and swamps. But soon I also started to visited towns and settlements. Visiting so much towns I started to get more knowledge about people and what interests them the most. So the next towns I visited I always could get easy connection with the town folks and could trade my stories about my life or from others for cheap housing and food. After many years of traveling I got older and my memory couldn't figure out what stories were real. But I still was the man of the stories.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):
semi-Intermediate because my vocabulary isn't big enough (Dutch)
Why I want to join:
I was looking for a role-play server, with not only a good lore but also a classes system. And to be honest the lore is just really good.
Which discipline interests me the most:
Teslamancer or something else that suits my character the best.
RP Sample:
Hmpff, I stretch myself and sit straight up against the moistly wooden planks. I can't remember a thing not even my name, what happened did I had a few to much again, no this time its different. As I stand up cracking my old back and focusing on what I remember. My mind is vague and all the stories in my head seemed to be messed up. But which one of the stories is mine? I check for clues in the small cottage. I find a knapsack which seems to be mine. I quickly open it, inside there are several traveling items. This stuff could be useful so I take it and open the cracking door of the small shack and wander outside. I blink my eyes trying to get used to the bright light. I better try to seek civilization and knowledge on what is happening and why my memory is scrambled. I stretch myself once more and walk in the direction to a vast green field in the distance..
And why parts of my house was missing.
Good to know the server went back up successfully. Looks like the craziest things happen while I'm not on. I apologize for not being on as much as I should be, kinda caught up in college and whatnot.
Now, what I do need explained is who bought all my stuff... because they should get a cake for being one of the first customers that have actually bought stuff. ; u ;
Wait, that means I have to restock...
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
EDIT: I like all the new stuff, props to all those that made it all.
Now, that church is a different story... Watch Faor avoid it like the plague. xD
Glad to have ya back, Faor...and yeah we're always moving. When you're gone for weeks on end without any kind of word or a heads up, yeah you better believe a lot of stuff is going to change lol. A lot of stuff was a little fragmented during the restore, so I think it was from that.
The banned people were not all of a sudden, you've been missing for weeks. We just decided to make a visual representation of those banned so it didn't effect the story as in, "Oh what happend to blah blah they just vanished"
That "Blah-di-blah" was a description where the character's magic experience originated. The character itself would have no basis if it wasn't for the game he originated in, and I figured if you're going to ask, "Who is this character" I'd let you know who the guy is.
I don't do "dark, mysterious pasts" or "Angel Hero with devil infusion". I'm just a magician. I'm just "The Dude".
His story, prior to minecraft, was casting a slow AoE spells that were in the game. It was the classes specialty, but he knows other tricks. Testlamancy was a good fit. Seemed to have larger area spells, and fit best with my guy. Sure it's not "crushing" people, but it is what it is. I was bending my entity around your backstory.
If there's any other question of who he is, I could say that he's decently close to a mad-scientist type. The ones that are pretty brilliant, but conkers enough to where it comes out in tiny bits. I like my supporting rolls. I just deal with whoever drags me into whatever.
Oh, and I also make my own character skins, and build pretty nice things legitly. I'll provide examples of both if you'd like. Creative enough?
Also, don't make me wait two days just to turn me away, baby. <3
We don't want dark,mysterious pasts or angel hero with devil infusion, we also don't want a character from a different game that does not fit. And we have plenty of builders and a few fine legitimate artists. Boasting isn't going to get you in, As Squirmles said, you can re-apply with a bit more originality or you can go. You've already been denied for your first post. Have a good day.
Still, not worth the effort. I'll find another place with a less "deep" story.
Age: 24
Character Name: klypto
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: Male
Character Background: from a humble background the orphan klypto worked odd jobs all his life. With no natural talent in any given ability, he was forced to do the most difficult labor and menial tasks. Finally reaching a Point in his life where he believes he can make something of himself, klypto is now ready to look for a steady job in hopes to become a merchant and live a happy life
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): advanced
Why I want to join: I need to be distracted from real life, rp is a good way to do it
Which discipline interests me the most: carnomancers
RP Sample: Dragging himself to his feet klypto looks around for any clues as to how or why he ended up in these unfamiliar surroundings. Finding nothing, he looks for the next most important items, food and water. Having eaten and drank his share of the reserves he leaves the hut looking for whomever left him here. He found a pillow, but sadly, it didn't count.
Not worth the effort? Tell that to the 100+ applicants. Our members, once deemed "worth the effort," are allowed into an elite community. They are all very satisfied with their efforts, and in turn, get so much more out of the story. If you're not capable of structuring your thoughts and grasping the simple concept of an application...I'm sorry...but you've got more serious issues than trying to find a new server to play on. Take it easy, kid.
Welcome to Dalencourt, Klypto! You have been white-listed and added to the "Members" section of the website. See you online!