Why are you interested? - Honestly I've been bored recently between work
and school, and I just need another outlet to spend my time in
between the two.
In Character Stuff:
Name Endrick Ordaine.
Gender - Male.
Age - 29 years of age.
Of average height, standing at around 5'11”, broad soldiers, and a
long torso. Brown hair rests on the top of his head, usually undone,
however, will sometimes comb it on varying circumstances. He will run
his hand through his hair when uncomfortable, and favors the words,
“Indeed,” and, “Perhaps.”
His father was a merchant, and taught Endrick the craft, however, his
fathers scruples quite beyond the average bourgeois. Everything had
to be his way, even when it came down to the little things, like
wrapping fragile items with just the right amount of wrapping paper.
This made Endrick fall far from his father, he joined a local band of
troubadours, and learned the art of music. One of the members that
Endrick became close with was a veteran, who taught him how to wield
and maintain a sword. So when Endrick's father died of curious
circumstances Endrick took over the local business, and intertwined
all the skills he had learned, renaming the business after his first
love. “Cycelia's Dream.”
Some people dream of ruling over mighty kingdoms, conquering the lesser
petty kingdoms, leaving a legacy down for you family. Some would
rather be the hero in a battle, knighted and then marry a pretty
noblewoman. However, all Endrick wanted was his father to up and die.
He could remember in his earlier days as a little child praying to
Notch, that his father may be struck by lightnight, or fall off the
cliffs of Steepville, however none came to pass. Under the scrupulous
tutelage of his father, Endrick learned the life of a merchant. He
learned how to cox customers into buying from the store, and up
selling. Endrick's Father, Dimitry, was supposedly the gold standard
of tradesman, and was renowned in the local area, and in some cases
beyond. Dying trading companies would come to Dimitry for business
advice, and more often than not, they would recover. However with
genius comes a fair bit of insanity. And insanity plagued Dimitry. He
isolated his wife, and often beat her. Endrick had few memories of
his mother, but those he did have where of her hiding with Endrick In
a closet or under a bed hiding from Dimitry's wroth. Until one day
Dimitry took it too far, and slit her throat with a fisherman's
flaying knife. He made Endrick help him hide the body. And threatened
to kill him if he told anyone. And so the story was Tarrick's mother
fled in the night with some other man, bringing disgrace on herself
and her children.
When Endrick turned sixteen, he attended a spring festival, where he
caught the fancy of a local troubadour girl. Knowing his would never
allow him to pursue his albeit unrealistic, passion, he joined the
troubadours in secret and went off around Canaleth preforming music
and reenacting plays. He took up the harp, with months of practice,
became efficient, playing chords, harmoniously. Hearing music is one
thing, but, to be the orchestrator of soft gentle symphonies like the
ocean breeze, or intense heart lifting ballads like battle, it makes
you proud. And Endrick took pride. Cycelia and Endrick became close
in their time together, and it wasn't long before they took it to
higher levels in private, where the others couldn't find them. He
remembered how much his heart leaped when he confessed his love, and
she felt the same way. During their time together Endrick told her
about everything, and when all was said and done, she kissed him and
told him it was over. He could stay in her embrace forever, but alas
it wasn't meant to be.
Several years of bliss passed. And Endrick was happy, for once. But that all
changed, when along the road the troubadour carts where attacked by
bandits. Endrick took up arms, and slew one of them, his first blood.
He threw up, his whole being revolting against him. But the next
attacker was bigger and over powered Endrick, when several other
bandits came, and they tied him up, and covered his head with a bag.
Hours passed―though it felt like days―And
when the bag was taken off of Endrick's head, he beheld his father.
“I finally found you,” He said, “You don't know how worried I was.”
Endrick didn't reply he was in too much shock.
“I see you made friends, no?” Dimitry said. And Endrick looked him in
the eyes, and felt the fear of a young boy hiding behind his mothers
legs surge up his spine. Dimitry had looked entirely insane. Endrick
found not a single drop of Sanity in his fathers eyes.
“Endrick who's he?” It was Cycelia's voice from behind Endrick.
He spun about, glad to see that she didn't look hurt. “He's my
father.” Endrick said simply.
“Oh?” Dimitry said drawing it out, “And who do we have hear?” he moved
over to Cycelia, “Some slattern perhaps?”
“Father no! Shes my wife.”
“Wife? I promised you to a merchants daughter while you where gone I'll have
you know!” Dimitry barked.
“No! I've taken my vows with her! You'll have to deal with it.” Endrick
barked back even louder.
“You forget son that you're the one bound.” Dimitry raised his eyebrows
in a mock look, “No this wont do.” despite Endrick's plea,
Dimitry thrust a knife into Cycelia's stomach, “Now look what you
made me do. This is your fault. Now come you have work at the shop.”
Dimitry cut the ropes that bound Endrick, And Endrick pounced like a
cat on a mouse. Punching Dimitry until he broke his hand. He felt a
sharp pain in his side. When he looked towards the source of the
agony, he found he had been stabbed. Dimitry laughed and pulled
the blade out again thrust it at Endrick again. Endrick protected
himself with his arm, the blade lodged into the flesh of his forearm,
and in a fit of rage and adrenalin slammed both fist's down on
Dimitry. He yanked out the dagger and began to plunge it into the old
man. Years of rage building up to this moment. When Endrick was
finished there wasn't much left of Dimitry. Just a pulpy corpse.
Endrick sat down for a moment, and realized Cycelia, he rushed over
to her and embraced her. “your going to make it I promise!” he
lifted her up and then fell, the pain of his wounds coming back.
“Endrick, go get help…”
“I am, I'm taking you with me!” He tried once again but failed. This
time, twisting his ankle nearly breaking it.
“You know Endrick,” Cycelia said cupping his face with her hand, “It
was always my dream to help you take over your fathers business when
he died.” her eyes went
blank and she stared off into nothingness.
“Cycelia, I promise we'll do it together.” Mustering all his strength he
attempted to pick her up but blood wet his hands and she slipped out
of his grip. She slammed onto the floor. Motionless. Endrick blacked
He woke up in a soft bed. His vision was tunneled and he rubbed his eyes
trying to get his sight back. But not every tree bares fruit, and he
leaned back accepting his fate.
“Oh so your awake.” A voice said.
“Wheres Cycelia!” Endrick cried, “Is she alright?”
“I'm sorry, but she didn't make it. Loss too much blood for me to save
Endrick fell into a deep darkness. The rest of his time in the hospital was
grim. Time passed slowly and soon enough he was forced out. By the
entire staff. He lived on the streets not caring for the longest
time. Life was seemingly a dark twisted joke now. One That Endrick
didn't want any part in. though it took long, he found his senses and
remembered what Cycelia's last words where, and traveled back to
Steepville, and found his old home worn down and in disrepair. He
went into the store, and found chalk. He proceeded to write on the
sign just outside the store “Cycelia's Dream.”
Items and Gear
he carries a miniature harp at his sign, with only half of the strings
the bigger ones have.
he carries a dagger in his jacket, and lets a slim rapier hand at his
He's determined; ready to overcome any challenge thrown at his way. He is
very charismatic, but knows when to be silent.
he can get easily overwhelmed. Deep down he's broken, and that sometimes
that can show.
As we've had a few applications now than have been terrible at communicating and keeping us updated over Skype:
ONLY APPLY IF YOU ARE WILLING TO COMMUNICATE! We don't mind someone being busy, not at all. That's life. But we've given two people a tour of the server, and haven't heard from them since. Needless to say, this is highly frustrating. Are you in? Are you not?
Why am I interested: This seemed like a pretty interesting role play for Minecraft, this will actually be my first one in Minecraft with mods that is so I am looked foreward if I am accepted. Also I will like to make a mod recommendation Witchery
Merillous the Blue Wizard
A rather skinny almost fragile older gentlemen that is littered with age spots and wrinkles, one can tell that he was a hardworking man in his youth by the many callouses on his hand. He has a rather angular looking face with a crooked noise, sea blue eyes bushy snow white eyebrows and a snow white build that touches down to his belt with his hair being the same length and color of his beard.
Profession: Wanderer, Teacher, Healer, but known as the Wandering Wizard. Merillous will spend most of his time exploring various ruins and going out for adventures. He will occasionally stop at a Village helping its settlers by healing, Alchemical needs, settling with evil creatures or just simply teaching them.
History Merillous came from a family that were hard working honest people that admittedly struggled to live however, they were true to their word never resulting to stealing or any crime. They lived as farmer’s fishers and well you name it anything in order to survive as such Merillous has a wide varieties of skills. As a young boy Merillous was quite adventurous he would constantly go out into the forest, behind his parent’s farm and explore the woods befriending the animals he met. He had a love for nature, a fascination with natural and would constantly find a reason to go down to the stream. There Merillous met a Wizard who lived in a cottage near the stream, Darrius paid him no mind.
Eventually as the years grew by his mother became sicker, she was stricken with a unknown illness and they could not afford to heal her. Merillous watched his mother virtually degrade before his very eyes and became stricken with grief at his mother’s pain. This caused him to form a deep belief that everyone should have at least someone there to help them, for his mother that was him. Remembering the old Wizard, he quickly dashes to the stream to ask the wizard for help. The Wizard agreed but when they got there his mother has already passed away. Vowing that no child should have to go through that he begged the Wizard to teach him.
Items and Gear Merillous wears a dark blue sleeved cloak with brown trimming, a very basic cloak that he obtained through his studying as a wizard gifted to him by his master. Under the cloak he wears a rather bright white robe that he wears almost every day with a brown belt strapped across his belly he wears basic slippers and a pointed hat the leans to the side which is the same color as his cloak. He carries with him usually a harp or lute that he will usually play when at a camp fire. He also carries a book with him as a journal and an Arcane spell book some food, and, brew stand.
Weapon Yes, Merillous has knowledge in magic and yes he is a wizard but he mostly uses magic as a tool and defense more than he will use it as offense, that doesn’t mean however, that he doesn’t have some offensive spells. With that being said Merillous is skilled with using weapons such as swords with a spear in each hand while using his magic to buff, knock back, or, disable his enemies or foes.
Positive Traits Merillous is very resourceful and will his infact very wise, suiting the fact that he is a wizard after all. As such he is capable of solving problems both arcane and physical. He is known to use his clever and cunning mind to trick or talk his way out of problems, infact he will gladly talk his way out of fights and prefers to settle things diplomatically.
Even though he is a knowledgeable and wise wizard he will often overthink himself, this will cause him to miss such little things that are infact important often confusing himself. Merillous is not as fit as he used to be as such he is not as fast and infact because of his old age he gets frustrated with himself. Besides that, his kindness can be considered his weakness causing people to use him.
Minecraft Username - REQUIRED in order to let you on. Kinda obvious!
Age - NO LESS THAN 14 YEARS OLD. Swearing, drinking, violence, and some mature themes come into play. We don’t want you to get in trouble or be uncomfortable. This isn’t an R-rated movie level of bad stuff, but there has been blood, strong cursing, serious violence, liver-destroying amount of drinking, and a few innuendoes here and there. Ever played Dragon Age? Think of that level of maturity.
Why are you interested? - Anything stand out? Anything you’d love to do?
[b]I love to roleplay with people and put myself into a character's shoes. Also, me and all my character's are homosexual.[/b]
In Character Stuff:
Whats their name? Plus any nicknames, and even if there’s a meaning behind it!
Male? Female? None of the above? All[/i] of the above? Whatever suits your fancy.
Between 18 and 40. Any lower or higher might become difficult to play effectively.
Physical description, and perhaps also social/mental things (like verbal tics, sayings, how they act or hold themselves in certain situations). There are only humans, no elves or dwarves or what-have-you. (The few characters that are exceptions are not[/i] the rule).
[b]Kayden's appearance is seen in the attached screenshot(s). As for his sayings, he will say "Oi" sometimes. He's very shy around "cute" boys, at least the ones he finds cute. He will ALWAYS defend someone he has befriended, if he does somehow talk to a "cute" boy he'll become very flirty with him.[/b]
NOTE: Playing “Illegal” characters such as Bandits, Thieves, and other less-than-lawful people does NOT give you permission to ply your trade on other players! Respect their items and their privacy! Also remember that the law is still a thing, so if you get caught, be prepared to be wanted by the guards.
A brief summary of their past. Lore of a few of the countries are written above. Using it in your application in a well-written and sensible way will improve your chances of being accepted. If you don’t want to be a part of any existing country and prefer to be a wanderer, or hailing from a far-off village, that’s fine too. As long as it is an interesting backstory, that’s all that matters.
[b]Kayden was born on a large farm, his parents took care of him until he was 5, then they began using him as a slave rather than a child. The whipped, abused, and used him. He began praying to the gods he believed in to help him. One day all the crops suddenly died, but it wasn't a god... somehow Kayden had released a blast of Magic Energy... this is when he discovered he has a Wizard. He left the farm and set out on his own, it was easy to escape with his parents in dismay. He followed his "instincts" until he came to where he is now.[/b]
Items and Gear[/b]
Anything they carry around, like a lucky charm or a special necklace? What do their clothes look like? (Your in-game Minecraft skin should reflect this, as well as their physical description. No “Steves”!), Do they have anything on them that we should know of?
[b]He carries an amulet that he made himself (well a blacksmith let him make it), he loves it.[/b]
This will have big implications on your character as well. A thief probably won’t have a giant mace, and a burly warrior might not carry a rapier. Remember that most people won’t have proficiencies in all weapons, probably just one to three. The more they’re good at, the less skilled they are at other things in general.
There are two combat situations: game combat, and RP combat. Game combat is just spamming left-mouse at various enemies like the zombies and skeletons we all eventually have to put down. Fairly simple.
RP combat is far more intricate. Almost every time you want to fight another player, you’ll do this combat style instead (some cases may vary, like if you’re fighting them in the arena). So instead of spamming your mouse button, you actually type out what you do.
Example (as if viewing the chat):
Bob: *Swings his sword at Joey’s arm*
Joey: *Blocks the blade, but stumbles back with the force*
This is a very in depth and intricate thing to talk about, too much for this simple description here. When pulled off right, it feels fantastic, but if done wrong, it can be unfair and mean. We rarely have RP combat situations, but the weapons you use will affect it.
[b]Kayden uses a silver dagger.[/b]
Anything good about your character? Do they have specific knowledge on a subject, or expertise in a certain profession? Are they loyal, honest, fast, agile, or anything else that could be considered “good” in most cases?
[b]He protects the people he's befriended no matter what, always using his dagger in place of his friends weapon.[/b]
Is the character held back by anything? A hurtful past? A mental or physical disability? Do they lie constantly, have addictions, or become reclusive? Anything that is potentially “bad” in most cases?
[b]Because of Kayden's slave-driven past, he is very shy and cautious around new people. [/b]
Anything other that is important?
[b]Just again, all my characters (and me) are homosexual.[/b]
Copied and pasted the application form without deleting formatting marks and descriptions. All you need is the title (as in, "Physical Description" or "Positive Traits") without all of the stuff after it!
Poor grammar and spelling
Backstory needs work.
Check some of the accepted applications and see what they did, then try again.
Is this A. Still Alive, B. Still recruiting, and C. When is it active
A ) Yes, still totally alive and kicking!
B ) Unless otherwise stated, we are recruiting. We'd put a big "sorry but we're full" sign on the OP if we weren't.
C ) We run the RP sessions from 12 to 3pm US Central time Saturday and Sunday, though we keep it on 24/7 so that people can work on building or setting up events. We also sometimes do overtime if nobody has any responsibilities to attend to and we're all too hyped to stop.
Why are you interested? - I use to RP in a medieval RP before I quit minecraft to go on and play CSGO and Blade and soul. Now that I think that phase is over, Id like to retry minecraft again.
In Character Stuff:
Magnum "Purity" Blitz.
A tall and lean male. Standing at around 1.75 meters. He wears a black shirt below his worn metal armor. He is tanned from the sun and slightly bulky around the arms from carrying a sword. He is slightly depressed when alone, and generally keeps to himself. He find amusement in the pain of others and generally prefers to drink then sleep.
Guard turned Mercenary.
Born in the lands of espionage, Magnum had heard stories of a mad god, and heroes rising up to defend against him. He had always wanted to be one of those heroes, told in stories across the lands. Hence, he joined up to be a member of the guard of his town at the age of 16.
Though receiving a lot of despise and hate for being so young and foolish, he had trained day and night to be a good swordsman. He even met a women who would later become his wife at the age of 20. As his life as a married man started settling in, his dream got further and his story got duller.
Fast forward three years into his life, while on patrol by the gate. Magnum saw his wife walked up to the gate of the town. From the top, he yelled at her and she looked up. He waves and ran down as quick as he could to greet her. Once down, they shared a conversation and then a kiss. Magnum then went back to his post and his wife, off to the next town for a trade of supplies.
A few days later, while at home resting, Magnum heard someone knocking on his door. Quick to answer, he opened, expecting his wife. Instead he was greeted by a hooded man. He only said one sentence which tore magnum apart. “Your wife was found dead, naked and mutilated by the side of the road between espionage and the next town.”
Magnum broke down in tears while the hooded man took his leave. On that night itself, Magnum swore to find his wife’s killer, or would die trying. He drank his sorrows away, and even thought about suicide. A week from then, he was kicked from the guard for drinking while on shift and being arrogant.
On one night, he had received word that the killer of his wife was found drinking in his local town inn. With no hesitation, he picked up his sword and walked towards the inn. On his way there, many people were staring at him. Some even called the guard, but he knew that his wife killers would already be dead before the guards come. As he barged into the inn with sword in hand, people turned to look at him. He quickly noticed four people seating together on one table, unfamiliar to the rest of the people in the inn. With no remorse, and no hesitation, he swiftly brought his sword down onto the first unsuspecting person, which cleaved his head clean off. Already filled with rage and anger, he brought the sword back up which sliced the second person, who was still in shock, through his chest. Blood spilled everywhere, covering the table, floor and magnum in his blood. Magnum took the chance to quickly throw the sword at the third person who was the first to reach to his weapon. With the sword stuck between the third murderer’s chest, Magnum rushed to push the sword deeper within him, piercing him and killing him.
The fourth and final murderer was no easy feat. While the first three was killed within shock, the fourth had already recovered. He drew his dagger and quickly charged towards Magnum. With Magnum sword still stuck within the third guy’s chest, he had to quickly raise his hands to block the incoming dagger. They both fell to the floor with the murderer on top of Magnum.
With the Dagger within inches from his chest, Magnum had to think quickly. Magnum decided to take a roll on the dice as he and the murderer rolled on the ground. With Magnum on top, he quickly hit the dagger away, and started to brutally punch the murderer over and over again. Even when the murderer was dead, Magnum continued to punch. He punched till his hands bled and the floor of the inn was stained in a large pool of brain and blood. That’s when the guards charged in. Weapons drawn and at the ready. However, they just stood there while Magnum was still punching. It took awhile before the guards snapped out of their initial shock and went forward to restrain Magnum. While initially resisting, Magnum finally succumb to exhaustion and gave in. He was hauled to a jail cell for the charge of murder and brutality.
Only after serving his sentence for a year had he been finally released for his reasons were justified.
As he returned home, he thought about what he wanted to do with his life. With no job and no comfort at home, Magnum packed his things and decided to leave his town for good. He knew that there was a town named ‘Cadaleth’ who could be a fresh new start to his already tainted life. He packed and he moved on, never looking back. Stopping only to refresh the image of the murderer who pleaded for his life, while getting his face smashed into.
Items and Gear
He carries the wedding ring of his marriage on his left ring finger, to remind him of his original home. He wears a black shirt underneath the already worn guard armor.
He carries his backpack which consisted of his sleeping bag, flint & tinder, food, gold and map.
Lodged to his side is his trusty sword.
Magnum owns a standard guard sword. It is not sturdy in any way, but it serves its purpose for now. The sword is made from metal and is fairly standard all around. It is a broad sword and it uses two hands to wield. The sword is slow in attack, but packs a heavy punch.
Through his travels, Magnum has acquired a small hunting knife, in which he uses to skin animals.
Being a guard is tough, you need to start early and end late at night. It requires determination. Magnum has also always been the one to seek knowledge. He is fairly skilled at holding his liquor, and is considered loyal by his guard mates. Magnum is agile, but not fast. He moves quick with his feet, but not with his hands.
With the loss of his wife, Magnum has lost all sense of remorse. He can be dangerous if left alone with alcohol and a weapon. Magnum is also seeking anything to make him stronger, in the name of power. Magnum has a sharp tongue which he will use if it is the truth. He doesn’t talk much nor does he like to gossip. Magnum also goes by a saying “Its not dead if its head is still attached to it.”
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While everyone did agree that it was well written, we felt the name of your character would be out of place. You don't have to change your application or anything like that, just know that some of the others (*cough cough the actual admins, rather than me, a lowly pseudo-moderator*) will help you with the name issue.
Regardless, send a PM to the OP (CanalethRP) telling them that you've been accepted. They will give you all the details necessary to join as well as a link to join our discord server.