Age: 17 (18 in a week!!! Sorry, just a little excited)
Past experience with roleplay: (There have been many over the years, most I've forgotten the names of. I'll stay strictly minecraft Rp's though, if that's okay? Seems to be a more relatable Rp experience thing then) Firstly there was a Skyrim server waayy back (owned by a guy named Ossendar, in which I was first a Shopkeeper, then Tavern Owner, to Leader of the Stormcloak Rebellion and then onto Jarl of a player-made hold). Then there was Fallout: The Vault Rp (where I became the Sheriff of Chinatown, then onto joining the Brotherhood of Steel, in which I rose through the ranks to become the Elder), then onto Fallout: Chicago (I think it was called that. I was the Second-In-Command of the Enclave). The next ones I remember are two Avalon servers (A Storm of Swords). It's been a while since I was last involved with a Minecraft Rp (or any Rp for that matter, given a busy few years of studying and exams). I hope this is sufficient, as I said, my memory of all the named Rp server's I've been involved with is a little faded from the years.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using information gained whilst OOC for your IC advantage (essentially)
What is “Power-gaming”?: Overpowering someone without giving them a chance to react (in both Rp or PvP, although in PvP it could also be classed as a Random-Kill-On-Sight (I forgot the actual term, forgive me))
-IC (In character)-
Name: Rioúk
Age: 46
Race: Nord-Breton (Father was a Nord, Mother was a Breton)
Appearance: Scarred, not too large in height but fairly muscular. Shaggy black hair, usually with a beard (if he bothers to shave). Wears an eyepatch over his left eye, with a scar behind it.
Personality: Weary of other folk. He hates those who oppose him (naturally). Loves those close to him, and would defend until his dying breath. Loves to travel and see everything the world has to offer. Tends to appear emotionless to strangers, but is actually quite soft hearted.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): He possesses little magic ability, and what he knows is all he learned over his travels through the years and is open to learn more (in fact eager). Considers himself quite skilled with a knife and thieving.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Rioúk was the illegitimate child of a drunken smithy. His father, the drunken smithy, was openly known to visit the local brothel, where it is rumoured that he was sired (his mother being one that worked there). The story goes that once he was born, and his father discovered his existence, he beat his mother to near death, and claimed him as his own. His mother soon died from her injuries. Rioúk had grown up near Riften, in the province of Skyrim. His father came home most nights drunk: in these nights he either beat him to, and I quote, "I'll make a man of you! Now get here you lil' sh*t!" (well I say 'quote'). One night, around the age of 15, Rioúk woke to a strange noise in his home. He grabbed a nearby bottle and proceeded with caution. As he entered the lounge there was a hooded figure stood, crouching over his father's chest, looting through it. Rioúk through the bottle at the person, as best he could, but missed. The bottle hit the wall by the thief's head. They fled. Rioúk chased. Finally, Rioúk closed in on the thief. He made to grab them, but only managed to grab the thief's knife belt. The knife ripped from their waist, but they escaped, and Rioúk tripped over his own feet and into the dirt. The thief escaped. Early the next day, at first light, he left before his father woke, thief's knife to hand. He travelled to the nearby city, Riften. There he went into a tavern called "The Bee and Barb". There he quested after anyone who knew whom the knife belong to. That was when a young woman, with black scruffy hair and sapphire blue eyes approached him. She was tall and slender, a few years Rioúk's elder. She sat down opposite him, handed him a horn of ale, and told him she knew of the knife's owner.
Rioúk was overjoyed. The thief had stolen his father's money. Money that he would of been beaten over, because somehow it'll of been him who had "lost it". The woman, simply told him that the thief was apart of a sort of brotherhood, called 'The Thieves Guild'. She said she'd answer no more questions in the open, and so took him to her home. She lived in the brothel. She was quite adamant in standing her ground as 'just a resident' and made no claim to work there, although she had her experiences as a temporary worker. It was her mother who worked there. A few years after she was born, around the age of 6, a regular customer of her mothers had beaten her, not long after childbirth. This intrigued Rioúk. The story was so familiar. He asked of hers and her mother's name, along with whom had beaten her mother to death. She said her name was Trilya, and her mothers was Elria. Her mother was a Breton who had travelled to Skyrim with her mother - Trilya's grandmother. Rioúk quested and pushed for an answer to whom her mothers killer was. She simply replied with "Your father, little brother.". The feeling that came next is undescribable. He was overjoyed at the knowledge he had a sister (half-sister, although he looked past that small detail). He asked her about the owner of the knife. She told him that it belonged to their mother, although she inherited it. She pulled out a locket. She said it belonged to their mother also, and that he should take the knife. They both inherited their mothers most valued items. Finally, before he was about to leave, empty handed (as she was reluctant to hand over any money or items she had stolen from them), she gave him an offer: leave with her that day, to travel the world. She'd train him, to be a skilled thief (or as skilled as could be), and teach him how to defend himself, and fight. He accepted. Anything to run away from the taunting world that was with his murderous father.
And so the years passed, in which the brother-sister duo had travelled across Skyrim, and the occasional trip elsewhere. During their travels, they had saw many things they thought they wouldn't of, with their lives back in the Rift. They had enhanced their skills, and for a time, became thieves-for-hire (during which, they were warned by the thieves guild to stay back, and not to interfere with their work). They had even came across the College of Winterhold, in which they had learned some arts of the Arcane. Not a lot, but some. One day, they had decided to travel even further out, to Anvil. There she believed their uncle to be there, and hoped he would know of who they are. Sadly, on the road, they encountered a group of bandits. Rioúk, still learning how to fight, wasn't a match for the bandits that had decided to rob them. Trilya was carried away, after being beaten. This was to be their punishment for fighting back and attempting to resit the mugging.
Rioúk scouted behind, following them to their camp. There he heard her screams. Each of their men passing into the hut after the previous one had left. An anger built up inside Rioúk. One he never knew he had. As he approached the camp, the bulk force of the bandits were all sat around a camp fire. Rioúk had unleashed his anger. He couldn't win by sword, he knew that, nor by bow and arrow. He unleashed whatever knowledge of the Arcane he had possessed. He caused the campfire to explode, engulfing all those who sat nearby it. The flames wouldn't extinguish on their bodies, as they ran, out of control and screaming for mercy. The leader came out of the hut in which Trilya was held. He drew a sword and saw Rioúk attempting to fight those remaining. "Leave him!" the lead bandit damanded, "He's mine!". The fight that had taken place, Rioúk would never forget. He nearly lost, if not for an arrow, fired from Trilya, fleeing the hut. Rioúk slew the bandit, by sliding his sword through the mans throat. After their leader was slain, the remaining bandits fled. Trilya fell to the ground. Tears streamed from her eyes, as she screamed. Never had Rioúk saw his sister like this. For as long as he'd known her, she was the strongest (both willed and physically strong) person he had ever known. This night, she was broken. Rioúk took her into his arms. He cradled her in his embrace. She was the only family he knew, the only family he was able to love, and just like that her spirit was broken. She was never the same. He knew that from that night. After the repeated rape of his sister, she had nightmares. She thought herself worse than her mother's profession. How shameful her mother must of been, she thought. Never, did Elria Detan want to work in a brothel. To be a prostitute. However it was the only way to care for her newly born daughter. The pride Trilya had was gone, all spirit and hope, washed away. It came to no suprise to Rioúk to wake one morning, to learn of her suicide through the night. Just like that, Rioúk's spirit, was too broken.
Since his sister's death, he never let people get close to him, for he believed himself to be a bad omen to those he loved. He never stayed in one place for long. He reached Anvil, only to find that there was no longer any relative of the Detan family there. Trilya died for nothing, but to save herself from her demons. This was the kick he needed. This was where he learned that in this life, nothing is fair, nothing is just, nothing comes to those who deserve what should come to them. He took it upon himself to change that. He trained, day and night with his blade. Weapon after weapon, he trained with them all until he deemed himself skilled enough to claim to be a master at it. He then sold his sword, and tried to protect those he could. He wouldn't let it happen again. He wouldn't let himself be defeated, lest the same tragedy befall him, and those around him. He couldn't bare any more guilt upon his shoulders.
After a life of killing for gold, and for honour, he decided it was time to hang up his sword belt (as the saying would go). He travelled. Doing what he and his sister loved to do, all those years ago. He'd procure rare items, for adventure was what he seeked, and rare items often held that in store.
And this is where his story begins anew.
(I'm sorry if this story seemed stupid, I just wrote without a plan, and let my typing go where my typing led. I hope this is good enough)
Hey, Sang here, let's get into the app.
Name's fine, will never be able to pronounce it.
Racial phylogeny in ES basically says the mom's race is the baby's, though they might have minute fatherly figures unbound by race, like facial structure and hair.
Appearance could use a bit of padding, but I get the gist.
The story was definitely a read. Though a bit far fetched, it wasn't overwhelmingly unbelievable, and I could see such a thing occurring in the Elder Scrolls series, where all stories are true and false.
Past experience with roleplay: I've been on atleast 10 roleplay minecraft servers
What is “Meta-gaming”?: When your character somehow gains information of something that could or could not pertain to him, and he uses it even if in a real world knowing this information would be impossible.
What is “Power-gaming”?: When you force an action on someone without their chance of response
-IC (In character)-
Name: Duren Longbeard
Age: 26
Race: Nord
Appearance: A bit short for a Nord, he has a muscular build about him. Has a long tangled orange beard and same with his hair. He has blue eyes and he has a large and stubby nose.
Personality: Usually drunk, likes to do anything for drink, honorable
Abilities (Magic and Skills): No magical ability but he's a proficient swordsman
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Duren was born a few years before the peace in Skyrim. His Dad fought in the stormcloak army and taught his son how to use an axe and a bow in-case war that size would ever break out again. He prepared his son and he made protections to their home but he forgot what it meant to be a father. Duren didn't have the compassion in his life of other Nords and he had a sad childhood, once his father died his mother fell sick and he had to care for her 6 months until she passed away. His Brother was born a year before his dad passed away and he was left to care for him. His brother and him were happy but barely got by, Duren wanted to try and get married making tending to his household easier. He went out to search for a suitable wife and left his brother at home, after a long night he found one lady and promised to visit again but as he came home his brother was gone. Duren looked all over until he saw his back-fence was broken down. Duren looked for a whole day and got his friends to look as well but they didn't find his brother.
Duren had no family left he was broken, something snapped in him, he went to the nearest Tavern and drank his troubles away. He became a wandering drunk exchanging stories he heard for mead. After half a year he stumbled upon a lonesome household and heard yelling from inside. He quickly ran up to the wall, looking inside. He saw two Nord men raping a woman in-front of her child and the man of the household was knocked out on the floor. Duren gripped his fathers axe and rushed in, killing one man and knocking out the other. He helped the women get everything in order and helped tend to the man for a day. When he was ready to leave the family offered gifts, he turned them down and walked off. He finally realized he could do good and stopped looking at the sorrow in his life, but his taste for Mead had grown into an addiction and he continued to wander telling stories, but he knew he had a purpose and he was determined to find it. He decided to set off to the town of vagrants and crime, Anvil.
After spending time within Anvil and finding a band of hobos that accepted him, known as the Vagrants of Anvil, he grew homesick. After a good few months he decided to visit Skyrim to see how his homeland had progressed. He took the next ship back to Skyrim to observe what happened. He went to the old house the family lived in and found that it was burned, probably during a war of some kind. He traveled to his old house which was now a small community, with a nice population. Duren stayed there for some time helping the people finish building their homes, and digging their well. He was in return given their finest brewed mead and to rest in his home. Duren then left once again and traveled Skyrim, visiting the cities and checking on how the political structure of Skyrim changed.
Duren had had enough of reminiscing of his home and decided to return to Anvil. He hadn't heard of the events that happened in Anvil while he was away, he was briefed on what had happened in Anvil and was frightened for the lives of his Vagrant brothers. Duren wanted to find them, he wanted to find the men who gave him hope.
Past experience with roleplay: I have played on a good amount of servers in the past. These include several versions of Rome-craft, four Fallout-out severs, and a good number of varying fantasy severs.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using out of character information and utilizing said information in rp to gain an advantage.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Blatantly forcing an rp action onto another character during a scenario where it would either have to be responded to before or in a scenario where it would not be feasible to accomplish. Ie: "/me as the flag signals the fight to start, Marcus moves in and decapitates his opponent in one swift motion.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Rhano
Age: 31
Race: Identify as Redguard: Father Imperial, Mother: Redguard
Appearance: Rhano carries, overall, Redguard features. Despite his lighter than normal skin tone, Rhano is a prime example of a Redguard man. With his blacksmith training, his naturally tall and broad shouldered body has been complimented by a good share of muscle. His hair is kept braided and short.
Personality: Rhano has been about the world. He takes things as they go and often follows the natural order of life. When desiring something, Rhano is easily impatient and detests most tedious work that does not concern him. When in a mutually close partnership, Rhano is fiercely loyal.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Blacksmith
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
During the 187th year of the Fourth Era, Rhano was born to a Redguard woman. His father was a former member of a minor noble family from the Imperial Capital, after several rather unpleasant incidences, Iniel was disowned by the Tasus family. In retaliation, Iniel raided the family vault on his last night allowed within the home. With the pilfered coin, he went on a romp throughout the lands of Tamerial. On his treck through Hammerfell, Iniel bedded a Redguard woman of the name Tenville. This one night stay-in resulted in the previously mentioned Rhano.
Naturally, Iniel did not say long enough in Hammerfell to even meet Tenville again. With low funds, Tenville did what she could to raise Rhano throughout his childhood. For most of his young years, he spent assisting his mother at work operating in a trade caravan. Once of proper apprenticing age, his mother managed to convince a Blacksmith at a common city stop to take him as a student. The years after had Rhano training within the trade to become capable enough at his work. The work was tedious, a fact that often disgruntled a young Rhano to take his work truly serious. His mentor was of an opposite character from the impatient youth. A man proud of his work, the mentor forced detail and repetition into Rhano's work. It was an everyday struggle during each lesson, however, the two kept to good terms with one another. After finishing his apprenticeship, Rhano took to travel, offering his skill as a blacksmith and mercenary to whoever would pay. Work was slow and unpleasant at times, however, money was money, and money meant food and sleep. The easiest and most conformable contracts Rhano took up was as a caravan guard. It was a lifestyle that he was born into and knew how to operate within. Each caravan contract brought Rhano into new lands. It was in Cyrodiil where he met Lord Vindlin. Finding a comfortable partnership, Rhano became indentured to Vindlin for a few years. This partnership brought him to Anvil, where he hoped to find a more settled position as a blacksmith within the city.
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-OOC (Out of character)-
Minecraft Username: UofMTigerFan
Age: 19
Past experience with roleplay: A lot. A lot of a lot.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Meta is where you use an OOC source of information ICly when it has not been obtained yet.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Forcing an action upon a person, something along the lines of "Timmy is shot in the face before he can react by me."
-IC (In character)-
Name: Rulendil
Age: 679
Race: Altmer
Appearance: Rulendil stands a strong 7'5, almost always having donned his Mithril suit of armor, a spoil of war (And approved by Dad), his trusty Adamantium longsword, and an elven shield of the same material, all three polished to a shine, prominently displayed but rarely used. Like all Altmer, Rulendil's skin is a dull golden yellow, his eyebrows and ears pointed and his face overall more angular and long than a human's. He has short silvery-white hair, kept cut close to his head, along with a similarly colored goatee. His eyes are a dark auburn color, only slightly darker than his own skin tone, having wrinkles around them and on other locations of his face to show his age.
Personality: With age and experience, Rulendil has become tempered. Much like with military strategies throughout the years, he has remained with a steady hand through all experiences, never truly ecstatic or depressed, a stolid defender of his Dominion.
Abilities (Magic and Skills):
- Years of military experience, over 500.
- Minor knowledge of Restoration spells (Self-healing only, meant to be weak if even allowed)
Backstory: Rulendil has seen much in his many many years on Nirn. The terror that is the Numidum decimated his parents. Daedra during the Oblivion Crisis tore his brother to shreds deep in the bowels of the Deadlands. Despite all this, he stood firm and remained in the ranks of the Dominion, through its destruction and reformation.
His career began during the time when the Camoran Dynasty was threatened by a faction of Bosmer who wished the throne to go to another. Calling a century old treaty to light, an army was sent in, with one of the younger officers being Rulendil. Peace was kept after invading Colovian forces were removed, bringing the beginning of the Second Aldmeri Dominion.
Further action was seen when Tiber Septim began his conquest of Tamriel. Rulendil was able to aid in putting up a formidable fight, though none could stand up to the might of the Numidium, his forces retreating while many others could not escape the bloodshed. So ended another Dominion.
Fast forward to the Oblivion Crisis, when Rulendil was simply a guard captain, with the aid of the remergent Thalmor he was able to protect his city and destroy the portal, leading to his command over large forces and a hand in nobility. This was not to last however, just as the previous Dominion.
The Great War's most devastating battle was devastating for Rulendil just as much as it was for the Dominion. At the decisive Battle of the Red Ring, Rulendil controlled many forces, all of which were completely slaughtered. Returning home after a humiliating defeat, he was stripped of many of his titles and removed from power.
Even after this, he still refused to cease working for the Dominion, finding his place in Anvil alongside some diplomats...
Past experience with role-play: Many servers: Crafthammer, Realm of Saphriel, Medowen, even was an admin of a small server named Dissident. Also, many role-play forums.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: The use of in formation obtained out-of-character in character. Say someone tells you some event information that your character could not possibly know, and then you go around telling everyone in RP chat about the event, with no possible explanation about how you obtained this information besides metagaming.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Making your character unbeatable and over-powered; not allowing another player/character to retaliate in actions and words.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Anja, daughter of Andor The Dead Hand
Age: 19 years old
Race: Nord
Appearance: When you look at Anja, you might think she is the most Nordic person you have ever seen. Her family comes form a long, pure line of Nords, so Anja's looks stay very true to her heritage. She stands at 5'6", and has a very athletic, muscular build. Her diamond-shaped face in framed by her long, wavy, white-blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes are framed by blonde eyelashes, above her slender nose and plump pink lips. She was given no lazy life by her parents, and her body frame shows that. Her appearance may be pleasing to the eyes, but she will soon let you know that her beauty does not make her weak.
Personality: Anja, while strong in body, is also strong in mind and personality. She is loud, not scared to voice her opinion, but also minds her manners and is polite (until you get her riled up). She never falters to stand up for what she believes in and the values she was taught by her family. She is also very loving. She has no child, but her motherly instincts are prominent through interaction with close friends. If you are true to her, she would defend you with her life and would make sure that you never go without. Anja is tough. If she does not like you, do not expect much from her. She is the master of the silent-treatment, and if you decide to get physical, she will not hold any of her strength back. Her enemies beware her, and her friends claim to not have another friend as loyal and as dear to them as Anja.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): With her father being a strong warrior in his prime, Anja has some battle training. She is adept with a bow, but doesn't really like wielding a sword, though she knows how to properly use it. She also has a very nice green thumb and is a fantastic cook. Her mother taught her the value of a woman being able to provide for her family. If you want a good hand in the battlefield or a good home-cooked meal, Anja is the one to talk to.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
As stated above, Anja was born into a line of pure Nordic blood. Not one other race has been integrated within her lineage. Her father was raised to be a warrior, and earned his name on the battle field. During the civil war of Skyrim, he was in the front lines, battling for his country and heritage. In his last battle, his hand was severed from his arm, earning him the title "The Dead Hand." Andor returned home to his young wife in the city of Solitude, and nine months later, Anja was born. She was his pride and joy. Every waking moment Andor had, he spent with his newborn daughter. Of course, he wanted sons, but this daughter would bring him just as much pride.
Anja's mother also prided in her. Both parents put everything that had into her, all he skills and lessons they could teach. Anja grew up very loved, as the only child her mother would ever bear. She was given all she could wish for in life. She swore to never leave her parents or go very far from them. Then, the call to Anvil was heard. Anja's family had always been loyal to their country, their people, and their Divines. Her father could not go, though he very much wished to. It took much heated discussion between the family of what they should do. Anja decided to take his place as an aid and a servant for Skyrim. She packed up as much as she could carry, and headed out towards Anvil, going to serve her people.
Past experience with roleplay: Solstice, Shadows of the Old World, Massivecraft
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using information acquired OOC that your character wouldn’t know and using it IC.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Forcing an action upon another, usually avoided by attempting rather than doing, and performing feats your character logically couldn’t do like breaking a table with their fist.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Strides-Through-Halls
Age: 29
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Thin and looming at 6’0, Strides-Through-Halls has swampy green scales, gold iris’, black slitted pupils, coarse features and lacks any protruding horns or feathers, leaving his long face rather bare. His voice is strong and confident, though a bit scratchy due to his race.
Personality: Most often stoic, Strides-Through-Halls is rather withdrawn and content to quietly observe conversations rather than partaking. This does not mean he is shy however, and he is very much prepared to respond if spoken to, though his responses are often short and to the point.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Born as a servant to a high born family, he’s well versed in proper mannerisms and etiquettes. On top of this, he also has a natural aptitude for magic, particularly alteration, which the family he served under would be kind enough to cultivate. Lacking any formal training with a weapon or unarmed combat, he likely wouldn’t fare better than any commoner in a fight, however augmenting himself with alteration he at the very least makes a good scaly meat shield.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Born into servitude in the northernmost borders of County Anvil, along the Brena River, Strides-Through-Halls’ family has been dedicated to the Vendlin Household since after the Oblivion Crisis when many were displaced and left without proper lively hoods.Taking pity on the argonian family, they’d be allowed work for and eventually become great supporters of the Vendlin House. Strides-Through-Halls’ childhood would be simple and straightforward, doing more work when possible as he grew over the years and even be graced with the opportunity to learn magic when he showed some interest and aptitude for it thanks to what he perceived to be the kindness of the Vendlin family. His magic teachings would be limited, but he’d be thankful for the lessons none the less.
After the death of the twins and next in charge of the Vendlin House, Horrus and Malachai, Strides-The-Halls would of course mourn them as each died through some means of combat in the name of the Empire. Some time after, the current head of the house, Elias Vendlin, would pass as well in his service to the Penitus Oculatus, leaving the youngest of the Vendlin family, Thaddeus Vendlin II, as head of the house. These deaths, while striking Strides-The-Halls’ in some manner, never faltered his loyalty to the Vendlin family as he quietly continuing his household duties with a stoic expression.
((I had to re-write this god damn app four god damn times because reasons, I’m sorry it’s a bit rushed.))
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The dark coasts of Anvil splash idly upon worn, stalwart docks, and city's people are in chaos. The count lies dead by mysterious hand, and the factions of the city hunger for control of the coastal gem of Anvil. The Hammerfells seek power and lost honor, the Dominion embassy seems to just want blood. Mysterious and old powers wake in the mountains near and far, monstrous beings content to gorge on the flesh of men, mer, and beast.
The city needs champions, and soon, it will have them.
Past experience with roleplay: 6 years of role-play on Minecraft, including back on Akavir where I met most of the people that are on this server. A bunch on Starbound + some MMOS such as ESO and SWTOR.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Metagame is using knowledge you learned OOCly or that your character would not know to your advantage, generally for malicious reasons.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Powergaming can be considered playing to win, and generally involves trying to force your actions unfairly on another person’s character, or advancing your own character’s physical limitations without any rhyme or reason, ex. Jumping two stories in the air suddenly or breaking steel in half with your bare hands.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Cyrelas
Age: 190
Race: Altmer (low-class)
Appearance: Cyrelas stands at a tall 6’4, wielding a muscular frame and confident body posture. His skin is a tan-gold, his hair a amberish-silver. His hair is neatly cropped, down to a shorter length to which is parted inward, mohawkesque [sic]. His eyes are a dull, silver-like gold, eyebrows curved and kept. His rigid cheekbones and jawline make for a typical altmeri appearance. A distinguishable facial trait is a light stubble along his jawline and around his mouth. It is obvious by his hair and stubble that he is not among the high-society elves, and the roughness of his hands indicate his work as a blacksmith.
Personality: A cynical man that is wary of other people due to the general unreliability of other people, preferring to do things on his own to ensure that it’s done properly. As such, this has sort of given birth to a sense of perfectionism, as it’s best to do something right rather than quickly and wrongly. This is not to say he isn’t open to other people, but his untrusting nature leads him to the occasional conflict with other people. He prides himself on his craftsmanship, and aims to get to the top of his profession as a sort of ambition. Low-class descent has given him a lessened sense of arrogance/lessened disposition to other races as opposed to some others of his species, but he still keeps a wary eye on other species all the same, though he doesn’t necessarily voice it publicly.
Abilities (Magic and Skills):
Stretch - Allows the caster to manually stretch a single solid object.
Burning Touch - Ignites the caster's hand with flames, burning whatever is touched next. (A question I would like to voice in this application; could this be used in blacksmithing at all? Would it be able to get hot enough to help shape metal?)
Woodwarp - Allows the caster to manually shape wood like they would clay.
Blacksmithing!
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Born in Cloudrest to a lower-class “procurer of goods” that had a hand in moving them around as well, he found himself growing up there for a short span of a few years before, unknown why to him(although later, granted, he suspected that his father ran afoul of authorities), he found himself moving along with his parents to Leyawiin, where they took up residency. His father’s gold managed to secure him a position as an apprentice to a blacksmith in the Guild Plaza, where he steadily worked and learned, proving that he could handle it and so he began to build up his craftsmanship. After his apprenticeship, he took on a full-time position and worked with his master in the forge, relishing the pride of being able to create works of art in a sense, and this would eventually develop into the sense of perfectionism that he keeps with him today. During this apprenticeship, he would learn some basic magic skills that aided him in his craft.
Time passed and eventually his master would pass away, only having a short life-span compared to him, as he was only a mere Imperial. He would work alongside his master’s son and later grandson as he worked with three generations of the family in the blacksmith, enjoying it even if he wasn’t a full-fledged blacksmith in his own right. The proclamation came from Anvil, though, and he saw a chance at destiny and a purpose, not to mention the opportunity to put his craft to true work. And so after his long-time work, he finally set out, eager for a chance at making his own destiny. It was time to lay down the hammer, and pick up the sword! Or pick up another hammer. Who knows?
Past experience with roleplay: 6 years of role-play on Minecraft, including back on Akavir where I met most of the people that are on this server. A bunch on Starbound + some MMOS such as ESO and SWTOR.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Metagame is using knowledge you learned OOCly or that your character would not know to your advantage, generally for malicious reasons.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Powergaming can be considered playing to win, and generally involves trying to force your actions unfairly on another person’s character, or advancing your own character’s physical limitations without any rhyme or reason, ex. Jumping two stories in the air suddenly or breaking steel in half with your bare hands.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Cyrelas
Age: 190
Race: Altmer (low-class)
Appearance: Cyrelas stands at a tall 6’4, wielding a muscular frame and confident body posture. His skin is a tan-gold, his hair a amberish-silver. His hair is neatly cropped, down to a shorter length to which is parted inward, mohawkesque [sic]. His eyes are a dull, silver-like gold, eyebrows curved and kept. His rigid cheekbones and jawline make for a typical altmeri appearance. A distinguishable facial trait is a light stubble along his jawline and around his mouth. It is obvious by his hair and stubble that he is not among the high-society elves, and the roughness of his hands indicate his work as a blacksmith.
Personality: A cynical man that is wary of other people due to the general unreliability of other people, preferring to do things on his own to ensure that it’s done properly. As such, this has sort of given birth to a sense of perfectionism, as it’s best to do something right rather than quickly and wrongly. This is not to say he isn’t open to other people, but his untrusting nature leads him to the occasional conflict with other people. He prides himself on his craftsmanship, and aims to get to the top of his profession as a sort of ambition. Low-class descent has given him a lessened sense of arrogance/lessened disposition to other races as opposed to some others of his species, but he still keeps a wary eye on other species all the same, though he doesn’t necessarily voice it publicly.
Abilities (Magic and Skills):
Stretch - Allows the caster to manually stretch a single solid object.
Burning Touch - Ignites the caster's hand with flames, burning whatever is touched next. (A question I would like to voice in this application; could this be used in blacksmithing at all? Would it be able to get hot enough to help shape metal?)
Woodwarp - Allows the caster to manually shape wood like they would clay.
Blacksmithing!
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Born in Cloudrest to a lower-class “procurer of goods” that had a hand in moving them around as well, he found himself growing up there for a short span of a few years before, unknown why to him(although later, granted, he suspected that his father ran afoul of authorities), he found himself moving along with his parents to Leyawiin, where they took up residency. His father’s gold managed to secure him a position as an apprentice to a blacksmith in the Guild Plaza, where he steadily worked and learned, proving that he could handle it and so he began to build up his craftsmanship. After his apprenticeship, he took on a full-time position and worked with his master in the forge, relishing the pride of being able to create works of art in a sense, and this would eventually develop into the sense of perfectionism that he keeps with him today. During this apprenticeship, he would learn some basic magic skills that aided him in his craft.
Time passed and eventually his master would pass away, only having a short life-span compared to him, as he was only a mere Imperial. He would work alongside his master’s son and later grandson as he worked with three generations of the family in the blacksmith, enjoying it even if he wasn’t a full-fledged blacksmith in his own right. The proclamation came from Anvil, though, and he saw a chance at destiny and a purpose, not to mention the opportunity to put his craft to true work. And so after his long-time work, he finally set out, eager for a chance at making his own destiny. It was time to lay down the hammer, and pick up the sword! Or pick up another hammer. Who knows?
Your app has been accepted on enjin, but I love using this image, so...
Past experience with roleplay: Solstice, Shadows of the Old World, Massivecraft
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using information acquired OOC that your character wouldn’t know and using it IC.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Forcing an action upon another, usually avoided by attempting rather than doing, and performing feats your character logically couldn’t do like breaking a table with their fist.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Strides-Through-Halls
Age: 29
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Thin and looming at 6’0, Strides-Through-Halls has swampy green scales, gold iris’, black slitted pupils, coarse features and lacks any protruding horns or feathers, leaving his long face rather bare. His voice is strong and confident, though a bit scratchy due to his race.
Personality: Most often stoic, Strides-Through-Halls is rather withdrawn and content to quietly observe conversations rather than partaking. This does not mean he is shy however, and he is very much prepared to respond if spoken to, though his responses are often short and to the point.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Born as a servant to a high born family, he’s well versed in proper mannerisms and etiquettes. On top of this, he also has a natural aptitude for magic, particularly alteration, which the family he served under would be kind enough to cultivate. Lacking any formal training with a weapon or unarmed combat, he likely wouldn’t fare better than any commoner in a fight, however augmenting himself with alteration he at the very least makes a good scaly meat shield.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Born into servitude in the northernmost borders of County Anvil, along the Brena River, Strides-Through-Halls’ family has been dedicated to the Vendlin Household since after the Oblivion Crisis when many were displaced and left without proper lively hoods.Taking pity on the argonian family, they’d be allowed work for and eventually become great supporters of the Vendlin House. Strides-Through-Halls’ childhood would be simple and straightforward, doing more work when possible as he grew over the years and even be graced with the opportunity to learn magic when he showed some interest and aptitude for it thanks to what he perceived to be the kindness of the Vendlin family. His magic teachings would be limited, but he’d be thankful for the lessons none the less.
After the death of the twins and next in charge of the Vendlin House, Horrus and Malachai, Strides-The-Halls would of course mourn them as each died through some means of combat in the name of the Empire. Some time after, the current head of the house, Elias Vendlin, would pass as well in his service to the Penitus Oculatus, leaving the youngest of the Vendlin family, Thaddeus Vendlin II, as head of the house. These deaths, while striking Strides-The-Halls’ in some manner, never faltered his loyalty to the Vendlin family as he quietly continuing his household duties with a stoic expression.
((I had to re-write this god damn app four god damn times because reasons, I’m sorry it’s a bit rushed.))
Past experience with roleplay: Several other Minecraft RP servers.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: When your character somehow gains information of something that could or could not pertain to him, and he uses it even if in a real world knowing this information would be impossible.
What is “Power-gaming”?: When you force an action on someone without their chance of response
-IC (In character)-
Name: Chorradon Kilnim
Age: 25
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Standing at six foot three Chorradon is graced with short black hair and dark green eyes and weighs right around two hundred pounds.
Appearing like most Imperials, Chorradon is of Colovian descent and has paler skin then his Nibenean counterparts.
Personality: Chorradon seeks to better himself in most ways conceivable. Martial prowess is at the forefront of his efforts to gain power and no matter
what it is he has set his mind to, the applications of any such thing tend to lean towards violence. Remaining calm in most occurrences has always been something he has prided himself on, though he normally drops that facade in the face of success. Especially if he is alone.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Slightly schooled in Mysticism. Seven Magicka. Lesser Blink and Lesser Reflect.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.:
Chorradon was born to a simple woman. His father having left shortly after he was born left his care to the woman and her family. It wouldn't be long until his mother would marry again, to a slightly successful merchant she had known when she was younger. His step-father was a demanding man, always requiring the best from his children and who, on occasion, would drive them to fits of rage over their faults and lack of success. Eventually they came to carry his perception and beliefs within themselves, striving for perfection in all that they did. Like most of his siblings Chorradon would leave Chorrol, seeking improvement and to raise himself far above the petty achievements of his step-father. Heading along the southern borders of the Imperium he would eventually find himself in Leyawin. Working odd jobs and sometimes selling his skills with the sword he soon had enough to make his way into the mages guild. Receiving light education there in the ways of Mysticism he would soon depart again, continuing to work wherever he could until he found himself within Anvil.
Past experience with roleplay: I've been roleplaying across a few different platforms like Roll20, pen and paper DnD, Minecraft, Starbound, and so on for several years now. In terms of Minecraft servers, it mainly starts off with the third and final iteration of Crafthammer, then I believe I went onto Lord of the Craft, with Ericia coming afterwards, alongside that of Echoes of the Ancients, Echoes of Mankind, Swords of Abreth, The Last Ark, Realm of Saphriel, Wayward Realms, Realm of Imeros, Alaurin, Avaris, and Rapture.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Meta-gaming is the act of using OOC details for one's own IC benefit, aka Johnny learning of Bobbies location via an OOC message and him going out to kill him in order to carry out a bounty, instead of RPing such out and breaking logic doing such.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Power-gaming is the act of forcing an action upon someone else, like Johnny suddenly just chopping Bobby’s head off despite the fact he has more than ample enough time to react to the attempt.
-IC (In character)-
Name: Hyrcranus Eichmann
Age: 28
Race: Imperial(Colovian)
Appearance: Hycranus Eichmann stands at around 5’5 with what could be seen as a somewhat lean yet muscular build, having what can be seen as a rather tanned complexion to his skin, usually with a sort of gaunt demeanor to the way he walks. Hycranus’ face has a large scar running across his right cheek, the complexion to his face being a rather tanned sort of brown, with a set of brown eyes that seem to be rather focused and strict when they gaze upon something, having a roundish sort of face and a broad average sized nose, and typical round ears, with a set of short cut darkish brown hair on his head. His body is rather moderate in terms of physical feature, having a mix of a purely broad build and a rather lean one, his chest is only somewhat broad, followed with his arms and legs being seen, covered in slight amounts of scars from battles and working, all of which are at least proportioned to his mediocre size. His body is generally covered in what is a gambeson made of a mixture of linen and leather, with a set of arm sleeves and trousers made of leather as well, with a belt dominated by that is an iron longsword at his side, tending to wear the gambeson usually with typical linen and leather clothes underneath such.
Personality: Hyrcranus Eichmann’s personality could be considered to be a rather quiet yet serious one, the man really not preferring to talk to much, usually letting others do the talking for him, less due to not being a charismatic individual, but more so in return due to the strict training he had underwent within the Legion. He in particular tends to not like to talk about things, only serious matters, a casual conversation to him is possible, but he isn’t going to go out of his way to talk with someone out in the open streets unless he absolutely has to, mainly due to the fact he sees it as a waste of time and somewhat dangerous. He isn’t too fond of just sitting about, idling by, and not doing anything, now every so often he might sit down and have a drink, but the training that he was went through, and the way that such tended to get in the way of time rather ruined his mood for such. Hyrcranus in himself is also not too fond of certain individuals, that being any of the Mer races, alongside that of the Nords, Argonians, and Khajit, mainly due to the fact of the Great War, but he has a respect for Orsimer due to their service in the legion, but he does have a general hatred of Nords due to the rather small Civil War he had wasted a good decade of his life fighting in just to retreat southwards into what is considered an Empire that is falling apart. He doesn’t mind any of the calmer individuals of each of the races, but he in himself feels odd and not at ease if he isn’t about any other human beings. He’s also somewhat of a rather cautious fellow, not willing to jump into a conflict without making sure there are others supporting him, and he also has a waning loyalty to the Empire, which is still there, but after a decade of fighting, and spending time he considered a waste in a wasteful Civil War that was ought to be lost, led him to question such, but in return he still adheres to the Empire, mostly due to him believing it being rather ungrateful to turn his back on the individuals who had raised him.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Hyrcranus Eichmann as of far, is no advocate of magic, in return he’d be willing to learn it, but he has no knowledge of any spells or any arcane knowledge in general, due to a lack of exposure to it. He in himself is capable of doing physical labor, now not to the extent of hauling logs for miles and clearing out a whole mine within seconds of ore, but he can lift his own weight, due to him having been raised on a farm which required quite some physical work, it left him in somewhat prime shape when he was tossed into service, and the physically rigorous training of the Legion in return had hardened his mind and body even more so. He so far, in terms of weaponry, is specifically devoted to bladed weaponry, more so of the longsword type and so on, although within the Imperial Legion he was one of the few known to use larger longswords and greatswords in return, serving within a regiment of those who used those types of swords, mainly as a way of combating rogue groups of Nords swinging about heavy two-handed weaponry. He can heft a longsword as well as any sort of larger bladed European styled weaponry, but he isn’t no sort of master, having lost and won his fair few bouts in his time. He’s also got somewhat of a knowledge of using a bow and arrow, mainly due to his young childhood spent hunting with his father, although having never really used such since then, besides when he needed a spare amount of money or food, or his regiment needed such as well, he never really came to be what could be considered good with a bow and arrow, although his father taught him how to make one in times of need, as well as arrows if need be. Overall, he’s capable of doing physical labor, he has devoted a bit of time to swinging about larger variants of swords and fighting with such, capable of at least using a bow and arrow if need be, but he’s still just a human who also has no clue of how the arcane works in itself.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Hyrcranus Eichmann was born in the year of 183 of the Fourth Era in the Third Century, some time in the Summer of the year in one of the rolling farm fields in Western Colovia within Cyrodiil, to a father known as Cranike Eichmann and a mother known as Mara Eichmann, with his father being what was a retired legionnaire turned farmer and his mother being a farm woman that Cranike had met and fell in love with a year years ago. Hyrcranus Eichmann was the oldest child of the few, with them having several other sons and daughters later on within life, he was raised under the Nine Divines, with his parents worshipping that of Zenithar due to them being a family of farmers, that of a laboring family, he in return fell under the ideals of hardwork and labor and commerce, a specific shrine made for Zenithar of wood and stone within their hovel and the fields surrounding them. Hyrcranus grew up into what was his teenage years working on this farm, aiding with feeding the cattle, making sure the fields were prime enough to be harvested to feed their family and pass the bounty they had to collect to send to the hold within the area in order to keep the land and keep them off of their backs, it was considered a rather relaxed existence, free of the turmoil going on about Tamriel for a time as he lived with his family.
A decade and about eight years passed as he became a man of sorts, at the time with the Empire in itself being wrought upon by adversaries of all sorts, and left barely functional following the Great War, practically in dire need of what would be considered cannon fodder, but just called able men in order to make them not think such, a local Legion scout came to the farm one day, calling to them that the oldest of their sons was needed to reinforce the garrisons to the north, being that of the Imperial holds within Skyrim in order to retain whatever power the Empire still had. Hyrcranus Eichmann was practically thrown into service under an Imperial Officer known as Titus Cerand, underneath a legion of what was pretty much a bunch of young lags fitted with shoddy armor and swords, all hyped for glory and fame as they marched miles and miles north to the province of what was Skyrim at the time, taking about a fair year to get there, in that time he was trained under Imperial code, taught how to fight, now far from being the best of the men, but not the worst, he was found to prefer a good sized sword held within both of his hands compared to the other men who would pick up a bow and arrow, or a shield and one-handed sword, he picked up a longsword, and was seen to prefer it, with Titus Cerand putting him within a separate regiment that acted as a good bit of skirmishers, mostly a mixture of Orsimer and Imperial sort of shock troops that, with their larger weaponry, was mainly made to hit any charge of enemy forces in the side to cut through such with such weaponry as the shield lines stayed and held the line. Conflict didn’t exactly start until laters when Ulfric slayed the High King, and fights began to break out amongst between Stormcloak forces and Imperial forces, now due to the fact that Imperial forces in themselves were strained and isolated due to a weakening Empire, Hyrcranus found himself fighting in what was a retreating sort of fight rather than a winning fight in itself, his sort of legion regiment retreating further south and south until only so many of them were left, moving back into a still somewhat crumbling Cyrodiil, he found himself working as a mere guard for a legion officer once again.
As time went by for Hyrcranus, he found his sort of loyalty for the Empire waning more and more so, just idling by as a mere guard for a legion officer within a small village, he took more so to drinking for a bit, and would be seen grumbling to himself within his room within the barracks, praying to Akatosh constantly for some sort of opportunity to not just waste away in some mere village just like the one he had been raised in. He found himself being sent a spare letter by someone from within the county of Anvil within the Gold Coast, by a courier, who spoke of the death of Count Umbranox within Anvil, being one of the key proponents in keeping such a land under Imperial control. Hyrcranus found himself asking his local officer for the ability of retiring from the Legion, and due to him having served a good decade in a dark time for the Empire he was allowed to leave such, and in return he left it. A year passed as he wandered West through the expanses of Cyrodiil, and Tamriel, mainly as a partial sort of sellsword for a time, he found himself wandering upon the region of Gold Coast, seeking the county of Anvil mainly as a way of testifying his loyalty to the Empire.
Past experience with roleplay: Multiple RP Servers, Forum Based Roleplay
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using knowledge that your character would have no way of knowing in character or acting extremely outside of your characters personality to gain an advantage,
What is “Power-gaming”?: Either acting in a way that would be simply impossible for your character such as shrugging off a hit from a weapon, or ignoring the mutual cooperation of roleplay and declaring yourself the winner without regard to the other player(s)
-IC (In character)-
Name: Lanis Windsted
Age: 25
Race: Nord
Appearance: Well built like most of his people, Lanis is unusual since he has messy brown hair instead of the typical blonde main. He has the physique of someone who has enjoyed good meals and warm fires his entire life, with exercise being a leisure activity instead of a means to survive. His eyes are green and he wears the garb of a merchant.
Personality: Entitled but not rude, Lanis is enamored with good food and fine women, he can be headstrong by knows when to backdown. He has a knack for trade and can often be manipulative.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Bow Hunting
Horse Riding
Basic Alchemy
Basic Sword Fighting
Fishing
Fine Cooking
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Lanis grew up in his families ancestral manor in the shadow of High Hrothgar. He spent his youth hunting and fishing in the dense woods and steamy marshes of his family estate. Being the youngest of 3 sons he knew that no land or wealth would be left to him, so instead he spent his time studying the art of trade and alchemy to make his own way in the world once he reached adulthood. When he came of age he asked for and received a small gift of septims from his aging father and set off to Falkreath. However, his fortune was poor in the rainy town and when debt collectors came calling he found passage with a Kajiit caravan travelling to the south-west. Eventually he found himself in Anvil, totally void of wealth and nearly out of food.
Past experience with roleplay: Several other Minecraft RP servers.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: When your character somehow gains information of something that could or could not pertain to him, and he uses it even if in a real world knowing this information would be impossible.
What is “Power-gaming”?: When you force an action on someone without their chance of response
-IC (In character)-
Name: Chorradon Kilnim
Age: 25
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Standing at six foot three Chorradon is graced with short black hair and dark green eyes and weighs right around two hundred pounds.
Appearing like most Imperials, Chorradon is of Colovian descent and has paler skin then his Nibenean counterparts.
Personality: Chorradon seeks to better himself in most ways conceivable. Martial prowess is at the forefront of his efforts to gain power and no matter
what it is he has set his mind to, the applications of any such thing tend to lean towards violence. Remaining calm in most occurrences has always been something he has prided himself on, though he normally drops that facade in the face of success. Especially if he is alone.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Slightly schooled in Mysticism. Seven Magicka. Lesser Blink and Lesser Reflect.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.:
Chorradon was born to a simple woman. His father having left shortly after he was born left his care to the woman and her family. It wouldn't be long until his mother would marry again, to a slightly successful merchant she had known when she was younger. His step-father was a demanding man, always requiring the best from his children and who, on occasion, would drive them to fits of rage over their faults and lack of success. Eventually they came to carry his perception and beliefs within themselves, striving for perfection in all that they did. Like most of his siblings Chorradon would leave Chorrol, seeking improvement and to raise himself far above the petty achievements of his step-father. Heading along the southern borders of the Imperium he would eventually find himself in Leyawin. Working odd jobs and sometimes selling his skills with the sword he soon had enough to make his way into the mages guild. Receiving light education there in the ways of Mysticism he would soon depart again, continuing to work wherever he could until he found himself within Anvil.
Past experience with roleplay: Multiple RP Servers, Forum Based Roleplay
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using knowledge that your character would have no way of knowing in character or acting extremely outside of your characters personality to gain an advantage,
What is “Power-gaming”?: Either acting in a way that would be simply impossible for your character such as shrugging off a hit from a weapon, or ignoring the mutual cooperation of roleplay and declaring yourself the winner without regard to the other player(s)
-IC (In character)-
Name: Lanis Windsted
Age: 25
Race: Nord
Appearance: Well built like most of his people, Lanis is unusual since he has messy brown hair instead of the typical blonde main. He has the physique of someone who has enjoyed good meals and warm fires his entire life, with exercise being a leisure activity instead of a means to survive. His eyes are green and he wears the garb of a merchant.
Personality: Entitled but not rude, Lanis is enamored with good food and fine women, he can be headstrong by knows when to backdown. He has a knack for trade and can often be manipulative.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Bow Hunting
Horse Riding
Basic Alchemy
Basic Sword Fighting
Fishing
Fine Cooking
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Lanis grew up in his families ancestral manor in the shadow of High Hrothgar. He spent his youth hunting and fishing in the dense woods and steamy marshes of his family estate. Being the youngest of 3 sons he knew that no land or wealth would be left to him, so instead he spent his time studying the art of trade and alchemy to make his own way in the world once he reached adulthood. When he came of age he asked for and received a small gift of septims from his aging father and set off to Falkreath. However, his fortune was poor in the rainy town and when debt collectors came calling he found passage with a Kajiit caravan travelling to the south-west. Eventually he found himself in Anvil, totally void of wealth and nearly out of food.
Past experience with roleplay: Elder Scroll (Skyrim, Oblivion), Mass Effect (1,2, and 3), Dragon Age Inquisition, Fallout (3, New Vegas, and 4), Dark Souls
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using out of game knowledge to advance yourself in game.
What is “Power-gaming”?:Making your emotes over the top and unable to be dodge by people fighting with you.
-IC (In character)-
Name:Merilon Per'ska
Age: 120
Race: High Elf
Appearance: A thin, long white haired elf. With many ear piercings and a birthmark like scar on his face
Personality: Friendly, Courageous, Enthusiastic and Kleptomaniac
Abilities (Magic and Skills):Novice Freezing Touch, Novice Open Lock, Novice Soul Trap.
One-Handed Weaponry
Archery
Well Spoken
Lockpicking
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.) Merilon grew up around men who could not keep their hands off shiny objects, being offered odd jobs around Riften from the Thieves Guild, on a night Merilon was asked to help a former friend from a prison. This was a failed attempt because Merilon was spotted and began his five year sentence at the Cidhna Mines. The five years Merilon began learning how to craft crude lockpicks from stone and began to practice with a mage on his own magics. Once his five years was over, Merilon began to travel once more with his group of thieves and stumbled upon Anvil, where his group had left him to start his own life
thanks, still need a whitelist
The server is still finishing up the building stage. It should be ready to launch next Friday, Ideally.
whoops, mb. saw people i recognized on the server and thought "must be ready to go"
Hey, Sang here, let's get into the app.
Name's fine, will never be able to pronounce it.
Racial phylogeny in ES basically says the mom's race is the baby's, though they might have minute fatherly figures unbound by race, like facial structure and hair.
Appearance could use a bit of padding, but I get the gist.
The story was definitely a read. Though a bit far fetched, it wasn't overwhelmingly unbelievable, and I could see such a thing occurring in the Elder Scrolls series, where all stories are true and false.
Anyhow, you are
-OOC (Out of character)-
Minecraft Username: Zimmeme
Age: 18
Past experience with roleplay: I've been on atleast 10 roleplay minecraft servers
What is “Meta-gaming”?: When your character somehow gains information of something that could or could not pertain to him, and he uses it even if in a real world knowing this information would be impossible.
What is “Power-gaming”?: When you force an action on someone without their chance of response
-IC (In character)-
Name: Duren Longbeard
Age: 26
Race: Nord
Appearance: A bit short for a Nord, he has a muscular build about him. Has a long tangled orange beard and same with his hair. He has blue eyes and he has a large and stubby nose.
Personality: Usually drunk, likes to do anything for drink, honorable
Abilities (Magic and Skills): No magical ability but he's a proficient swordsman
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Duren was born a few years before the peace in Skyrim. His Dad fought in the stormcloak army and taught his son how to use an axe and a bow in-case war that size would ever break out again. He prepared his son and he made protections to their home but he forgot what it meant to be a father. Duren didn't have the compassion in his life of other Nords and he had a sad childhood, once his father died his mother fell sick and he had to care for her 6 months until she passed away. His Brother was born a year before his dad passed away and he was left to care for him. His brother and him were happy but barely got by, Duren wanted to try and get married making tending to his household easier. He went out to search for a suitable wife and left his brother at home, after a long night he found one lady and promised to visit again but as he came home his brother was gone. Duren looked all over until he saw his back-fence was broken down. Duren looked for a whole day and got his friends to look as well but they didn't find his brother.
Duren had no family left he was broken, something snapped in him, he went to the nearest Tavern and drank his troubles away. He became a wandering drunk exchanging stories he heard for mead. After half a year he stumbled upon a lonesome household and heard yelling from inside. He quickly ran up to the wall, looking inside. He saw two Nord men raping a woman in-front of her child and the man of the household was knocked out on the floor. Duren gripped his fathers axe and rushed in, killing one man and knocking out the other. He helped the women get everything in order and helped tend to the man for a day. When he was ready to leave the family offered gifts, he turned them down and walked off. He finally realized he could do good and stopped looking at the sorrow in his life, but his taste for Mead had grown into an addiction and he continued to wander telling stories, but he knew he had a purpose and he was determined to find it. He decided to set off to the town of vagrants and crime, Anvil.
After spending time within Anvil and finding a band of hobos that accepted him, known as the Vagrants of Anvil, he grew homesick. After a good few months he decided to visit Skyrim to see how his homeland had progressed. He took the next ship back to Skyrim to observe what happened. He went to the old house the family lived in and found that it was burned, probably during a war of some kind. He traveled to his old house which was now a small community, with a nice population. Duren stayed there for some time helping the people finish building their homes, and digging their well. He was in return given their finest brewed mead and to rest in his home. Duren then left once again and traveled Skyrim, visiting the cities and checking on how the political structure of Skyrim changed.
Duren had had enough of reminiscing of his home and decided to return to Anvil. He hadn't heard of the events that happened in Anvil while he was away, he was briefed on what had happened in Anvil and was frightened for the lives of his Vagrant brothers. Duren wanted to find them, he wanted to find the men who gave him hope.
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Minecraft Username: DrywallHero
Age: 17
Past experience with roleplay: I have played on a good amount of servers in the past. These include several versions of Rome-craft, four Fallout-out severs, and a good number of varying fantasy severs.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using out of character information and utilizing said information in rp to gain an advantage.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Blatantly forcing an rp action onto another character during a scenario where it would either have to be responded to before or in a scenario where it would not be feasible to accomplish. Ie: "/me as the flag signals the fight to start, Marcus moves in and decapitates his opponent in one swift motion.
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Name: Rhano
Age: 31
Race: Identify as Redguard: Father Imperial, Mother: Redguard
Appearance: Rhano carries, overall, Redguard features. Despite his lighter than normal skin tone, Rhano is a prime example of a Redguard man. With his blacksmith training, his naturally tall and broad shouldered body has been complimented by a good share of muscle. His hair is kept braided and short.
Personality: Rhano has been about the world. He takes things as they go and often follows the natural order of life. When desiring something, Rhano is easily impatient and detests most tedious work that does not concern him. When in a mutually close partnership, Rhano is fiercely loyal.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Blacksmith
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
During the 187th year of the Fourth Era, Rhano was born to a Redguard woman. His father was a former member of a minor noble family from the Imperial Capital, after several rather unpleasant incidences, Iniel was disowned by the Tasus family. In retaliation, Iniel raided the family vault on his last night allowed within the home. With the pilfered coin, he went on a romp throughout the lands of Tamerial. On his treck through Hammerfell, Iniel bedded a Redguard woman of the name Tenville. This one night stay-in resulted in the previously mentioned Rhano.
Naturally, Iniel did not say long enough in Hammerfell to even meet Tenville again. With low funds, Tenville did what she could to raise Rhano throughout his childhood. For most of his young years, he spent assisting his mother at work operating in a trade caravan. Once of proper apprenticing age, his mother managed to convince a Blacksmith at a common city stop to take him as a student. The years after had Rhano training within the trade to become capable enough at his work. The work was tedious, a fact that often disgruntled a young Rhano to take his work truly serious. His mentor was of an opposite character from the impatient youth. A man proud of his work, the mentor forced detail and repetition into Rhano's work. It was an everyday struggle during each lesson, however, the two kept to good terms with one another. After finishing his apprenticeship, Rhano took to travel, offering his skill as a blacksmith and mercenary to whoever would pay. Work was slow and unpleasant at times, however, money was money, and money meant food and sleep. The easiest and most conformable contracts Rhano took up was as a caravan guard. It was a lifestyle that he was born into and knew how to operate within. Each caravan contract brought Rhano into new lands. It was in Cyrodiil where he met Lord Vindlin. Finding a comfortable partnership, Rhano became indentured to Vindlin for a few years. This partnership brought him to Anvil, where he hoped to find a more settled position as a blacksmith within the city.
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Minecraft Username: UofMTigerFan
Age: 19
Past experience with roleplay: A lot. A lot of a lot.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Meta is where you use an OOC source of information ICly when it has not been obtained yet.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Forcing an action upon a person, something along the lines of "Timmy is shot in the face before he can react by me."
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Name: Rulendil
Age: 679
Race: Altmer
Appearance: Rulendil stands a strong 7'5, almost always having donned his Mithril suit of armor, a spoil of war (And approved by Dad), his trusty Adamantium longsword, and an elven shield of the same material, all three polished to a shine, prominently displayed but rarely used. Like all Altmer, Rulendil's skin is a dull golden yellow, his eyebrows and ears pointed and his face overall more angular and long than a human's. He has short silvery-white hair, kept cut close to his head, along with a similarly colored goatee. His eyes are a dark auburn color, only slightly darker than his own skin tone, having wrinkles around them and on other locations of his face to show his age.
Personality: With age and experience, Rulendil has become tempered. Much like with military strategies throughout the years, he has remained with a steady hand through all experiences, never truly ecstatic or depressed, a stolid defender of his Dominion.
Abilities (Magic and Skills):
- Years of military experience, over 500.
- Minor knowledge of Restoration spells (Self-healing only, meant to be weak if even allowed)
Backstory: Rulendil has seen much in his many many years on Nirn. The terror that is the Numidum decimated his parents. Daedra during the Oblivion Crisis tore his brother to shreds deep in the bowels of the Deadlands. Despite all this, he stood firm and remained in the ranks of the Dominion, through its destruction and reformation.
His career began during the time when the Camoran Dynasty was threatened by a faction of Bosmer who wished the throne to go to another. Calling a century old treaty to light, an army was sent in, with one of the younger officers being Rulendil. Peace was kept after invading Colovian forces were removed, bringing the beginning of the Second Aldmeri Dominion.
Further action was seen when Tiber Septim began his conquest of Tamriel. Rulendil was able to aid in putting up a formidable fight, though none could stand up to the might of the Numidium, his forces retreating while many others could not escape the bloodshed. So ended another Dominion.
Fast forward to the Oblivion Crisis, when Rulendil was simply a guard captain, with the aid of the remergent Thalmor he was able to protect his city and destroy the portal, leading to his command over large forces and a hand in nobility. This was not to last however, just as the previous Dominion.
The Great War's most devastating battle was devastating for Rulendil just as much as it was for the Dominion. At the decisive Battle of the Red Ring, Rulendil controlled many forces, all of which were completely slaughtered. Returning home after a humiliating defeat, he was stripped of many of his titles and removed from power.
Even after this, he still refused to cease working for the Dominion, finding his place in Anvil alongside some diplomats...
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Minecraft Username: BayMickey
Age: 17
Past experience with role-play: Many servers: Crafthammer, Realm of Saphriel, Medowen, even was an admin of a small server named Dissident. Also, many role-play forums.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: The use of in formation obtained out-of-character in character. Say someone tells you some event information that your character could not possibly know, and then you go around telling everyone in RP chat about the event, with no possible explanation about how you obtained this information besides metagaming.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Making your character unbeatable and over-powered; not allowing another player/character to retaliate in actions and words.
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Name: Anja, daughter of Andor The Dead Hand
Age: 19 years old
Race: Nord
Appearance: When you look at Anja, you might think she is the most Nordic person you have ever seen. Her family comes form a long, pure line of Nords, so Anja's looks stay very true to her heritage. She stands at 5'6", and has a very athletic, muscular build. Her diamond-shaped face in framed by her long, wavy, white-blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes are framed by blonde eyelashes, above her slender nose and plump pink lips. She was given no lazy life by her parents, and her body frame shows that. Her appearance may be pleasing to the eyes, but she will soon let you know that her beauty does not make her weak.
Personality: Anja, while strong in body, is also strong in mind and personality. She is loud, not scared to voice her opinion, but also minds her manners and is polite (until you get her riled up). She never falters to stand up for what she believes in and the values she was taught by her family. She is also very loving. She has no child, but her motherly instincts are prominent through interaction with close friends. If you are true to her, she would defend you with her life and would make sure that you never go without. Anja is tough. If she does not like you, do not expect much from her. She is the master of the silent-treatment, and if you decide to get physical, she will not hold any of her strength back. Her enemies beware her, and her friends claim to not have another friend as loyal and as dear to them as Anja.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): With her father being a strong warrior in his prime, Anja has some battle training. She is adept with a bow, but doesn't really like wielding a sword, though she knows how to properly use it. She also has a very nice green thumb and is a fantastic cook. Her mother taught her the value of a woman being able to provide for her family. If you want a good hand in the battlefield or a good home-cooked meal, Anja is the one to talk to.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
As stated above, Anja was born into a line of pure Nordic blood. Not one other race has been integrated within her lineage. Her father was raised to be a warrior, and earned his name on the battle field. During the civil war of Skyrim, he was in the front lines, battling for his country and heritage. In his last battle, his hand was severed from his arm, earning him the title "The Dead Hand." Andor returned home to his young wife in the city of Solitude, and nine months later, Anja was born. She was his pride and joy. Every waking moment Andor had, he spent with his newborn daughter. Of course, he wanted sons, but this daughter would bring him just as much pride.
Anja's mother also prided in her. Both parents put everything that had into her, all he skills and lessons they could teach. Anja grew up very loved, as the only child her mother would ever bear. She was given all she could wish for in life. She swore to never leave her parents or go very far from them. Then, the call to Anvil was heard. Anja's family had always been loyal to their country, their people, and their Divines. Her father could not go, though he very much wished to. It took much heated discussion between the family of what they should do. Anja decided to take his place as an aid and a servant for Skyrim. She packed up as much as she could carry, and headed out towards Anvil, going to serve her people.
she swears this life is often overrated...
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Minecraft Username: _Wheatley_
Age: 19
Past experience with roleplay: Solstice, Shadows of the Old World, Massivecraft
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using information acquired OOC that your character wouldn’t know and using it IC.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Forcing an action upon another, usually avoided by attempting rather than doing, and performing feats your character logically couldn’t do like breaking a table with their fist.
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Name: Strides-Through-Halls
Age: 29
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Thin and looming at 6’0, Strides-Through-Halls has swampy green scales, gold iris’, black slitted pupils, coarse features and lacks any protruding horns or feathers, leaving his long face rather bare. His voice is strong and confident, though a bit scratchy due to his race.
Personality: Most often stoic, Strides-Through-Halls is rather withdrawn and content to quietly observe conversations rather than partaking. This does not mean he is shy however, and he is very much prepared to respond if spoken to, though his responses are often short and to the point.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Born as a servant to a high born family, he’s well versed in proper mannerisms and etiquettes. On top of this, he also has a natural aptitude for magic, particularly alteration, which the family he served under would be kind enough to cultivate. Lacking any formal training with a weapon or unarmed combat, he likely wouldn’t fare better than any commoner in a fight, however augmenting himself with alteration he at the very least makes a good scaly meat shield.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Born into servitude in the northernmost borders of County Anvil, along the Brena River, Strides-Through-Halls’ family has been dedicated to the Vendlin Household since after the Oblivion Crisis when many were displaced and left without proper lively hoods.Taking pity on the argonian family, they’d be allowed work for and eventually become great supporters of the Vendlin House. Strides-Through-Halls’ childhood would be simple and straightforward, doing more work when possible as he grew over the years and even be graced with the opportunity to learn magic when he showed some interest and aptitude for it thanks to what he perceived to be the kindness of the Vendlin family. His magic teachings would be limited, but he’d be thankful for the lessons none the less.
After the death of the twins and next in charge of the Vendlin House, Horrus and Malachai, Strides-The-Halls would of course mourn them as each died through some means of combat in the name of the Empire. Some time after, the current head of the house, Elias Vendlin, would pass as well in his service to the Penitus Oculatus, leaving the youngest of the Vendlin family, Thaddeus Vendlin II, as head of the house. These deaths, while striking Strides-The-Halls’ in some manner, never faltered his loyalty to the Vendlin family as he quietly continuing his household duties with a stoic expression.
((I had to re-write this god damn app four god damn times because reasons, I’m sorry it’s a bit rushed.))
The dark coasts of Anvil splash idly upon worn, stalwart docks, and city's people are in chaos. The count lies dead by mysterious hand, and the factions of the city hunger for control of the coastal gem of Anvil. The Hammerfells seek power and lost honor, the Dominion embassy seems to just want blood. Mysterious and old powers wake in the mountains near and far, monstrous beings content to gorge on the flesh of men, mer, and beast.
The city needs champions, and soon, it will have them.
The Elder Scrolls: Gold Coast - Releasing 7/18/16
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Minecraft Username: Deus_Volt
Age: 16
Past experience with roleplay: 6 years of role-play on Minecraft, including back on Akavir where I met most of the people that are on this server. A bunch on Starbound + some MMOS such as ESO and SWTOR.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Metagame is using knowledge you learned OOCly or that your character would not know to your advantage, generally for malicious reasons.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Powergaming can be considered playing to win, and generally involves trying to force your actions unfairly on another person’s character, or advancing your own character’s physical limitations without any rhyme or reason, ex. Jumping two stories in the air suddenly or breaking steel in half with your bare hands.
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Name: Cyrelas
Age: 190
Race: Altmer (low-class)
Appearance: Cyrelas stands at a tall 6’4, wielding a muscular frame and confident body posture. His skin is a tan-gold, his hair a amberish-silver. His hair is neatly cropped, down to a shorter length to which is parted inward, mohawkesque [sic]. His eyes are a dull, silver-like gold, eyebrows curved and kept. His rigid cheekbones and jawline make for a typical altmeri appearance. A distinguishable facial trait is a light stubble along his jawline and around his mouth. It is obvious by his hair and stubble that he is not among the high-society elves, and the roughness of his hands indicate his work as a blacksmith.
Personality: A cynical man that is wary of other people due to the general unreliability of other people, preferring to do things on his own to ensure that it’s done properly. As such, this has sort of given birth to a sense of perfectionism, as it’s best to do something right rather than quickly and wrongly. This is not to say he isn’t open to other people, but his untrusting nature leads him to the occasional conflict with other people. He prides himself on his craftsmanship, and aims to get to the top of his profession as a sort of ambition. Low-class descent has given him a lessened sense of arrogance/lessened disposition to other races as opposed to some others of his species, but he still keeps a wary eye on other species all the same, though he doesn’t necessarily voice it publicly.
Abilities (Magic and Skills):
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Born in Cloudrest to a lower-class “procurer of goods” that had a hand in moving them around as well, he found himself growing up there for a short span of a few years before, unknown why to him(although later, granted, he suspected that his father ran afoul of authorities), he found himself moving along with his parents to Leyawiin, where they took up residency. His father’s gold managed to secure him a position as an apprentice to a blacksmith in the Guild Plaza, where he steadily worked and learned, proving that he could handle it and so he began to build up his craftsmanship. After his apprenticeship, he took on a full-time position and worked with his master in the forge, relishing the pride of being able to create works of art in a sense, and this would eventually develop into the sense of perfectionism that he keeps with him today. During this apprenticeship, he would learn some basic magic skills that aided him in his craft.
Time passed and eventually his master would pass away, only having a short life-span compared to him, as he was only a mere Imperial. He would work alongside his master’s son and later grandson as he worked with three generations of the family in the blacksmith, enjoying it even if he wasn’t a full-fledged blacksmith in his own right. The proclamation came from Anvil, though, and he saw a chance at destiny and a purpose, not to mention the opportunity to put his craft to true work. And so after his long-time work, he finally set out, eager for a chance at making his own destiny. It was time to lay down the hammer, and pick up the sword! Or pick up another hammer. Who knows?
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Minecraft Username: Coastav8or
Age: 22
Past experience with roleplay: Several other Minecraft RP servers.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: When your character somehow gains information of something that could or could not pertain to him, and he uses it even if in a real world knowing this information would be impossible.
What is “Power-gaming”?: When you force an action on someone without their chance of response
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Name: Chorradon Kilnim
Age: 25
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Standing at six foot three Chorradon is graced with short black hair and dark green eyes and weighs right around two hundred pounds.
Appearing like most Imperials, Chorradon is of Colovian descent and has paler skin then his Nibenean counterparts.
Personality: Chorradon seeks to better himself in most ways conceivable. Martial prowess is at the forefront of his efforts to gain power and no matter
what it is he has set his mind to, the applications of any such thing tend to lean towards violence. Remaining calm in most occurrences has always been something he has prided himself on, though he normally drops that facade in the face of success. Especially if he is alone.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Slightly schooled in Mysticism. Seven Magicka. Lesser Blink and Lesser Reflect.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.:
Chorradon was born to a simple woman. His father having left shortly after he was born left his care to the woman and her family. It wouldn't be long until his mother would marry again, to a slightly successful merchant she had known when she was younger. His step-father was a demanding man, always requiring the best from his children and who, on occasion, would drive them to fits of rage over their faults and lack of success. Eventually they came to carry his perception and beliefs within themselves, striving for perfection in all that they did. Like most of his siblings Chorradon would leave Chorrol, seeking improvement and to raise himself far above the petty achievements of his step-father. Heading along the southern borders of the Imperium he would eventually find himself in Leyawin. Working odd jobs and sometimes selling his skills with the sword he soon had enough to make his way into the mages guild. Receiving light education there in the ways of Mysticism he would soon depart again, continuing to work wherever he could until he found himself within Anvil.
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Minecraft Username: spawnfan55
Age: 17
Past experience with roleplay: I've been roleplaying across a few different platforms like Roll20, pen and paper DnD, Minecraft, Starbound, and so on for several years now. In terms of Minecraft servers, it mainly starts off with the third and final iteration of Crafthammer, then I believe I went onto Lord of the Craft, with Ericia coming afterwards, alongside that of Echoes of the Ancients, Echoes of Mankind, Swords of Abreth, The Last Ark, Realm of Saphriel, Wayward Realms, Realm of Imeros, Alaurin, Avaris, and Rapture.
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Meta-gaming is the act of using OOC details for one's own IC benefit, aka Johnny learning of Bobbies location via an OOC message and him going out to kill him in order to carry out a bounty, instead of RPing such out and breaking logic doing such.
What is “Power-gaming”?: Power-gaming is the act of forcing an action upon someone else, like Johnny suddenly just chopping Bobby’s head off despite the fact he has more than ample enough time to react to the attempt.
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Name: Hyrcranus Eichmann
Age: 28
Race: Imperial(Colovian)
Appearance: Hycranus Eichmann stands at around 5’5 with what could be seen as a somewhat lean yet muscular build, having what can be seen as a rather tanned complexion to his skin, usually with a sort of gaunt demeanor to the way he walks. Hycranus’ face has a large scar running across his right cheek, the complexion to his face being a rather tanned sort of brown, with a set of brown eyes that seem to be rather focused and strict when they gaze upon something, having a roundish sort of face and a broad average sized nose, and typical round ears, with a set of short cut darkish brown hair on his head. His body is rather moderate in terms of physical feature, having a mix of a purely broad build and a rather lean one, his chest is only somewhat broad, followed with his arms and legs being seen, covered in slight amounts of scars from battles and working, all of which are at least proportioned to his mediocre size. His body is generally covered in what is a gambeson made of a mixture of linen and leather, with a set of arm sleeves and trousers made of leather as well, with a belt dominated by that is an iron longsword at his side, tending to wear the gambeson usually with typical linen and leather clothes underneath such.
Personality: Hyrcranus Eichmann’s personality could be considered to be a rather quiet yet serious one, the man really not preferring to talk to much, usually letting others do the talking for him, less due to not being a charismatic individual, but more so in return due to the strict training he had underwent within the Legion. He in particular tends to not like to talk about things, only serious matters, a casual conversation to him is possible, but he isn’t going to go out of his way to talk with someone out in the open streets unless he absolutely has to, mainly due to the fact he sees it as a waste of time and somewhat dangerous. He isn’t too fond of just sitting about, idling by, and not doing anything, now every so often he might sit down and have a drink, but the training that he was went through, and the way that such tended to get in the way of time rather ruined his mood for such. Hyrcranus in himself is also not too fond of certain individuals, that being any of the Mer races, alongside that of the Nords, Argonians, and Khajit, mainly due to the fact of the Great War, but he has a respect for Orsimer due to their service in the legion, but he does have a general hatred of Nords due to the rather small Civil War he had wasted a good decade of his life fighting in just to retreat southwards into what is considered an Empire that is falling apart. He doesn’t mind any of the calmer individuals of each of the races, but he in himself feels odd and not at ease if he isn’t about any other human beings. He’s also somewhat of a rather cautious fellow, not willing to jump into a conflict without making sure there are others supporting him, and he also has a waning loyalty to the Empire, which is still there, but after a decade of fighting, and spending time he considered a waste in a wasteful Civil War that was ought to be lost, led him to question such, but in return he still adheres to the Empire, mostly due to him believing it being rather ungrateful to turn his back on the individuals who had raised him.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Hyrcranus Eichmann as of far, is no advocate of magic, in return he’d be willing to learn it, but he has no knowledge of any spells or any arcane knowledge in general, due to a lack of exposure to it. He in himself is capable of doing physical labor, now not to the extent of hauling logs for miles and clearing out a whole mine within seconds of ore, but he can lift his own weight, due to him having been raised on a farm which required quite some physical work, it left him in somewhat prime shape when he was tossed into service, and the physically rigorous training of the Legion in return had hardened his mind and body even more so. He so far, in terms of weaponry, is specifically devoted to bladed weaponry, more so of the longsword type and so on, although within the Imperial Legion he was one of the few known to use larger longswords and greatswords in return, serving within a regiment of those who used those types of swords, mainly as a way of combating rogue groups of Nords swinging about heavy two-handed weaponry. He can heft a longsword as well as any sort of larger bladed European styled weaponry, but he isn’t no sort of master, having lost and won his fair few bouts in his time. He’s also got somewhat of a knowledge of using a bow and arrow, mainly due to his young childhood spent hunting with his father, although having never really used such since then, besides when he needed a spare amount of money or food, or his regiment needed such as well, he never really came to be what could be considered good with a bow and arrow, although his father taught him how to make one in times of need, as well as arrows if need be. Overall, he’s capable of doing physical labor, he has devoted a bit of time to swinging about larger variants of swords and fighting with such, capable of at least using a bow and arrow if need be, but he’s still just a human who also has no clue of how the arcane works in itself.
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.):
Hyrcranus Eichmann was born in the year of 183 of the Fourth Era in the Third Century, some time in the Summer of the year in one of the rolling farm fields in Western Colovia within Cyrodiil, to a father known as Cranike Eichmann and a mother known as Mara Eichmann, with his father being what was a retired legionnaire turned farmer and his mother being a farm woman that Cranike had met and fell in love with a year years ago. Hyrcranus Eichmann was the oldest child of the few, with them having several other sons and daughters later on within life, he was raised under the Nine Divines, with his parents worshipping that of Zenithar due to them being a family of farmers, that of a laboring family, he in return fell under the ideals of hardwork and labor and commerce, a specific shrine made for Zenithar of wood and stone within their hovel and the fields surrounding them. Hyrcranus grew up into what was his teenage years working on this farm, aiding with feeding the cattle, making sure the fields were prime enough to be harvested to feed their family and pass the bounty they had to collect to send to the hold within the area in order to keep the land and keep them off of their backs, it was considered a rather relaxed existence, free of the turmoil going on about Tamriel for a time as he lived with his family.
A decade and about eight years passed as he became a man of sorts, at the time with the Empire in itself being wrought upon by adversaries of all sorts, and left barely functional following the Great War, practically in dire need of what would be considered cannon fodder, but just called able men in order to make them not think such, a local Legion scout came to the farm one day, calling to them that the oldest of their sons was needed to reinforce the garrisons to the north, being that of the Imperial holds within Skyrim in order to retain whatever power the Empire still had. Hyrcranus Eichmann was practically thrown into service under an Imperial Officer known as Titus Cerand, underneath a legion of what was pretty much a bunch of young lags fitted with shoddy armor and swords, all hyped for glory and fame as they marched miles and miles north to the province of what was Skyrim at the time, taking about a fair year to get there, in that time he was trained under Imperial code, taught how to fight, now far from being the best of the men, but not the worst, he was found to prefer a good sized sword held within both of his hands compared to the other men who would pick up a bow and arrow, or a shield and one-handed sword, he picked up a longsword, and was seen to prefer it, with Titus Cerand putting him within a separate regiment that acted as a good bit of skirmishers, mostly a mixture of Orsimer and Imperial sort of shock troops that, with their larger weaponry, was mainly made to hit any charge of enemy forces in the side to cut through such with such weaponry as the shield lines stayed and held the line. Conflict didn’t exactly start until laters when Ulfric slayed the High King, and fights began to break out amongst between Stormcloak forces and Imperial forces, now due to the fact that Imperial forces in themselves were strained and isolated due to a weakening Empire, Hyrcranus found himself fighting in what was a retreating sort of fight rather than a winning fight in itself, his sort of legion regiment retreating further south and south until only so many of them were left, moving back into a still somewhat crumbling Cyrodiil, he found himself working as a mere guard for a legion officer once again.
As time went by for Hyrcranus, he found his sort of loyalty for the Empire waning more and more so, just idling by as a mere guard for a legion officer within a small village, he took more so to drinking for a bit, and would be seen grumbling to himself within his room within the barracks, praying to Akatosh constantly for some sort of opportunity to not just waste away in some mere village just like the one he had been raised in. He found himself being sent a spare letter by someone from within the county of Anvil within the Gold Coast, by a courier, who spoke of the death of Count Umbranox within Anvil, being one of the key proponents in keeping such a land under Imperial control. Hyrcranus found himself asking his local officer for the ability of retiring from the Legion, and due to him having served a good decade in a dark time for the Empire he was allowed to leave such, and in return he left it. A year passed as he wandered West through the expanses of Cyrodiil, and Tamriel, mainly as a partial sort of sellsword for a time, he found himself wandering upon the region of Gold Coast, seeking the county of Anvil mainly as a way of testifying his loyalty to the Empire.
-OOC (Out of character)-
Minecraft Username: Frendermen
Age: 18
Past experience with roleplay: Multiple RP Servers, Forum Based Roleplay
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using knowledge that your character would have no way of knowing in character or acting extremely outside of your characters personality to gain an advantage,
What is “Power-gaming”?: Either acting in a way that would be simply impossible for your character such as shrugging off a hit from a weapon, or ignoring the mutual cooperation of roleplay and declaring yourself the winner without regard to the other player(s)
-IC (In character)-
Name: Lanis Windsted
Age: 25
Race: Nord
Appearance: Well built like most of his people, Lanis is unusual since he has messy brown hair instead of the typical blonde main. He has the physique of someone who has enjoyed good meals and warm fires his entire life, with exercise being a leisure activity instead of a means to survive. His eyes are green and he wears the garb of a merchant.
Personality: Entitled but not rude, Lanis is enamored with good food and fine women, he can be headstrong by knows when to backdown. He has a knack for trade and can often be manipulative.
Abilities (Magic and Skills): Bow Hunting
Horse Riding
Basic Alchemy
Basic Sword Fighting
Fishing
Fine Cooking
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.): Lanis grew up in his families ancestral manor in the shadow of High Hrothgar. He spent his youth hunting and fishing in the dense woods and steamy marshes of his family estate. Being the youngest of 3 sons he knew that no land or wealth would be left to him, so instead he spent his time studying the art of trade and alchemy to make his own way in the world once he reached adulthood. When he came of age he asked for and received a small gift of septims from his aging father and set off to Falkreath. However, his fortune was poor in the rainy town and when debt collectors came calling he found passage with a Kajiit caravan travelling to the south-west. Eventually he found himself in Anvil, totally void of wealth and nearly out of food.
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-OOC (Out of character)-
Minecraft Username: GenoFK
Age:17
Past experience with roleplay: Elder Scroll (Skyrim, Oblivion), Mass Effect (1,2, and 3), Dragon Age Inquisition, Fallout (3, New Vegas, and 4), Dark Souls
What is “Meta-gaming”?: Using out of game knowledge to advance yourself in game.
What is “Power-gaming”?:Making your emotes over the top and unable to be dodge by people fighting with you.
-IC (In character)-
Name:Merilon Per'ska
Age: 120
Race: High Elf
Appearance: A thin, long white haired elf. With many ear piercings and a birthmark like scar on his face
Personality: Friendly, Courageous, Enthusiastic and Kleptomaniac
Abilities (Magic and Skills):Novice Freezing Touch, Novice Open Lock, Novice Soul Trap.
One-Handed Weaponry
Archery
Well Spoken
Lockpicking
Backstory (Please write a minimum of 1 paragraph. Quality over quantity.) Merilon grew up around men who could not keep their hands off shiny objects, being offered odd jobs around Riften from the Thieves Guild, on a night Merilon was asked to help a former friend from a prison. This was a failed attempt because Merilon was spotted and began his five year sentence at the Cidhna Mines. The five years Merilon began learning how to craft crude lockpicks from stone and began to practice with a mage on his own magics. Once his five years was over, Merilon began to travel once more with his group of thieves and stumbled upon Anvil, where his group had left him to start his own life