How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eye
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon there most mortal enemy, this boys name would bring this very continent to civil war and that town and all its residence would be wiped off the map and the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
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sorry about the back story i just wanted to be mysterious.
i have been waiting to get on for close to 4 days now... i fear you miss spelled my user name so i'll give it to you again so you can check and make sure, my account name is singera
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IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arows.
Haha gran your back.cant wait to get into this so heres my second app after deleteing my first like an idiot lol
How long have i been playing minecraft: Since 1.7
How old am I: I've said it once i've said it twice and then a few hundred more times i dont give my age out.
How good am i at Roleplaying: Well I role played in the original land of olvin and the land of yalin and for a short time an RP server known as eldercraft. I've recently gotten back into minecraft after Yalins death.So pretty good i think
IC:
Name: Glareon
Age: 27
Skills: Marksman,Somewhat skilled in hand to hand combat
Fears: Death The Nether ,Skeletons, Jack'o Lanterns
Backround: No one knows why glareon was so cold. And at times could be thought of as heartless to his enemies especially.Though his heart at the same time was in the wrong and right place.As he hated crime of any sort yet his method often involved killing the sort of people who carried it out.Born in a small town on the coast Glareon grew up in a poor household of three children his parents not exactly the kindest people in the world often punished their children for slight mistakes and even hit them for no reason at times.He worked on the familys small pumpkin farm for 10 years always looking cold and emotionless.The only time he showed emotion was when he cried out in pain at the wooden stick his father used on him.He came into contact with few people. One of the only people he had ever talked to outside the family was a group of small time hoodlums who tried to rob him with a small stone knife.Strangely only hours after the robbery the leaders body was found under a tree beaten to death with a stick. At around age 13 Glareon found a much more suitable weapon then a stick he found an old bow and quiver full of arrows in a barn.He practiced with them for 3 years until one day when he was 16 he finally snapped as his father used jack'o lanterns to torment him knowing he had a horrible fear of them. He ran away grabbed his bow and arrows and jumped of the cliff that led to the ocean.There he swam and swam until he found land there he began his new life as a bounty hunter.That carried out any job no questions asked for years.Until one day he moved to a new land called olvin where he plans to continue his buisness as a bounty hunter.(I know it said 2 paragraphs but i sorta merged my two paragraphs together)
Rp Example
Glareon Walks down a path in the dead of night mask up. *Pig Face Here* (Couldnt find the pig thing)
Bandit: *Appears*
Bandit: So whats a small little guy like you doing out here this late *Smiles smugly*
Glareon: Why dont you shut up and move along before I feel a bigger urge to kill you.
Bandit: Big words for a small little guy like you.So lets cut to the chase give me all your money or ill slit your thr*Is cut of*
Glareon:*Hits him over the head with bow*
Bandit:*Struggles to stay concious*
Glareon*Draws knife and stabs*
Bandit:*Falls over clinging to life*
Glareon *Seaths knife and coldly walks away leaving the bandit for dead*
Well theres my app cant wait to start Roleplaying again
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eye
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Backstory? Well thats the mystery now, isnt it?
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sorry but could you send me a message if im accepted or not?
Please fill out the whole application. Please and thanks!
OCC::wtf is occ?
IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arows.
Please re-read the rules. And you should know what OOC means.
Haha gran your back.cant wait to get into this so heres my second app after deleteing my first like an idiot lol
How long have i been playing minecraft: Since 1.7
How old am I: I've said it once i've said it twice and then a few hundred more times i dont give my age out.
How good am i at Roleplaying: Well I role played in the original land of olvin and the land of yalin and for a short time an RP server known as eldercraft. I've recently gotten back into minecraft after Yalins death.So pretty good i think
IC:
Name: Glareon
Age: 27
Skills: Marksman,Somewhat skilled in hand to hand combat
Fears: Death The Nether ,Skeletons, Jack'o Lanterns
Backround: No one knows why glareon was so cold. And at times could be thought of as heartless to his enemies especially.Though his heart at the same time was in the wrong and right place.As he hated crime of any sort yet his method often involved killing the sort of people who carried it out.Born in a small town on the coast Glareon grew up in a poor household of three children his parents not exactly the kindest people in the world often punished their children for slight mistakes and even hit them for no reason at times.He worked on the familys small pumpkin farm for 10 years always looking cold and emotionless.The only time he showed emotion was when he cried out in pain at the wooden stick his father used on him.He came into contact with few people. One of the only people he had ever talked to outside the family was a group of small time hoodlums who tried to rob him with a small stone knife.Strangely only hours after the robbery the leaders body was found under a tree beaten to death with a stick. At around age 13 Glareon found a much more suitable weapon then a stick he found an old bow and quiver full of arrows in a barn.He practiced with them for 3 years until one day when he was 16 he finally snapped as his father used jack'o lanterns to torment him knowing he had a horrible fear of them. He ran away grabbed his bow and arrows and jumped of the cliff that led to the ocean.There he swam and swam until he found land there he began his new life as a bounty hunter.That carried out any job no questions asked for years.Until one day he moved to a new land called olvin where he plans to continue his buisness as a bounty hunter.(I know it said 2 paragraphs but i sorta merged my two paragraphs together)
Rp Example
Glareon Walks down a path in the dead of night mask up. *Pig Face Here* (Couldnt find the pig thing)
Bandit: *Appears*
Bandit: So whats a small little guy like you doing out here this late *Smiles smugly*
Glareon: Why dont you shut up and move along before I feel a bigger urge to kill you.
Bandit: Big words for a small little guy like you.So lets cut to the chase give me all your money or ill slit your thr*Is cut of*
Glareon:*Hits him over the head with bow*
Bandit:*Struggles to stay concious*
Glareon*Draws knife and stabs*
Bandit:*Falls over clinging to life*
Glareon *Seaths knife and coldly walks away leaving the bandit for dead*
Well theres my app cant wait to start Roleplaying again
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eye
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Backstory? Well thats the mystery now, isnt it?
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sorry but could you send me a message if im accepted or not?
Very good app. But your Rp Example is a paragraph short. I'd recommend going more in depth with the character. For now you are declined but you need to lengthen your rp example.
IGN:HashbrownsFTW
How long have you been playing Minecraft:2 years
How old are you?:14
How good are you at RP'ing:Yes
IC:
Name:Blaze
Age:24
Skills:Blacksmith,archery,heavy armour
Race:elf
Fear:dragons
Appearcnce:long blonde hair , bblue eyes , palish skin
RP Example:Saun (Blaze dont there are to many) BLaze (if we work together we can do it) Saun (but no mater how many we kill they just keep coming!) Blaze (fine go ill meet up with you) Saun (arent u coming with us) Blaze (*sighs* ill hold them off , now go)
that was the last time i saw Saun he never made it back. its a real tragety to lose someone you care for. it realy hurts in the heart. well ill get over it i just hope his death wasnt in vian. he was a good soldier and a great friend. we wont the battle in the mountains the rebels were happy about that now all we need to do is take down the orc chief. after what he did to my master. i always did think of him as a father. i just hope i have the honer of killing that foul beast myself.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):Hello i am Blaze. You may think im a good little elf that never gets into trouble. well your wrong. get on my bad side and you will find that out. I was born in the city of skyrogil. not a great place to be right now i might add but back when i was growing up it was worse. the city was run by a gang of orcs. not the kind ones eather. from the age of 5 i worked as a blacksmith to help make weapons for the rebels. oh ya the rebels were a group of elfs who wanted the city back from the orcs. they worked as an underground force. killed anyone in there path. i grew up training hard. i made weapos and armour all day. then at night i trained to become an archer.
Ah so you wna here what happened to the rebels. well let me tell you. it was a beutiful sunday mornin and i got up from bed to go to the blacksmiths shop to get to work. i got dressed and walked outside. it was horifying. dead bodies littered the streets orc and elfs fighting eachother to try and win back there city. it was th rebeles. the day had come that they finaly took action. i grabed my bow and climbed to the top of the guardes tower. took out the orc on top with a swift slash of my blade. ones on top i pulled an arrow from my quiver took aim and fell in midair i turned to see my blacksmiths master had pushed me off and when i mouthed (why) to him that was when the end of the orc chiefes blade apeared in the stomach of my master and then it whent black. after that i woke up in the inn of the city of olivin and that is where my adventure starts.
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IGN: Rezin123
How long have you been playing Minecraft: About a year now.
How old are you?: Fourteen.
How good are you at RP'ing: I've play on a RP server once, and i've played a MMO based completely around RP for about a year, so i'm pretty experienced at RP.
IC
Name: Erocko.
Age: 38.
Skills: Smithing, Waraxe fighter, (Fights with a Axe if that's ok.)
Race: Orc.
Fear: Big crowds, will get aggresive in a crowd of too many. (If ok.)
Appearcnce: Blind in the left eye, wears torn up clothing, has a scar on his left cheek, wears Shoulder armor on the right Shoulder, wears Metal boots.
RP Example:
"Stranger: Hey Orc, what are you doing just sitting there, don't you know there are Bandits and Monsters about?
"Erocko: Yeah, i know that, i couldn't really care less about them, as long as i've got my Waraxe i'll be fine."
"Stranger: You sure? Pretty sure you would need alot more if a group of them attacked you."
"Erocko: Trust me, besides i'm not afraid of a Bandit and with some poor Bow, or a dagger."
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): Erocko used to live in a nice little Orc Village, just making Weapons and Armor for his fellow Orcs that lived with him, until one day, a group of Monsters attacked, durring the havoc, Erocko lost his wife to the Monsters, Erocko's life long friend tried to get him to forget it and help save the Village, his Friend lost a arm from a Monster that had snuck up on them, took his Friend's arm, and blinded Erocko in his left eye.
IGN:HashbrownsFTW
How long have you been playing Minecraft:2 years
How old are you?:14
How good are you at RP'ing:Yes
IC:
Name:Blaze
Age:24
Skills:Blacksmith,archery,heavy armour
Race:elf
Fear:dragons
Appearcnce:long blonde hair , bblue eyes , palish skin
RP Example:Saun (Blaze dont there are to many) BLaze (if we work together we can do it) Saun (but no mater how many we kill they just keep coming!) Blaze (fine go ill meet up with you) Saun (arent u coming with us) Blaze (*sighs* ill hold them off , now go)
that was the last time i saw Saun he never made it back. its a real tragety to lose someone you care for. it realy hurts in the heart. well ill get over it i just hope his death wasnt in vian. he was a good soldier and a great friend. we wont the battle in the mountains the rebels were happy about that now all we need to do is take down the orc chief. after what he did to my master. i always did think of him as a father. i just hope i have the honer of killing that foul beast myself.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):Hello i am Blaze. You may think im a good little elf that never gets into trouble. well your wrong. get on my bad side and you will find that out. I was born in the city of skyrogil. not a great place to be right now i might add but back when i was growing up it was worse. the city was run by a gang of orcs. not the kind ones eather. from the age of 5 i worked as a blacksmith to help make weapons for the rebels. oh ya the rebels were a group of elfs who wanted the city back from the orcs. they worked as an underground force. killed anyone in there path. i grew up training hard. i made weapos and armour all day. then at night i trained to become an archer.
Ah so you wna here what happened to the rebels. well let me tell you. it was a beutiful sunday mornin and i got up from bed to go to the blacksmiths shop to get to work. i got dressed and walked outside. it was horifying. dead bodies littered the streets orc and elfs fighting eachother to try and win back there city. it was th rebeles. the day had come that they finaly took action. i grabed my bow and climbed to the top of the guardes tower. took out the orc on top with a swift slash of my blade. ones on top i pulled an arrow from my quiver took aim and fell in midair i turned to see my blacksmiths master had pushed me off and when i mouthed (why) to him that was when the end of the orc chiefes blade apeared in the stomach of my master and then it whent black. after that i woke up in the inn of the city of olivin and that is where my adventure starts.
pigah
OCC
IGN: Rezin123
How long have you been playing Minecraft: About a year now.
How old are you?: Fourteen.
How good are you at RP'ing: I've play on a RP server once, and i've played a MMO based completely around RP for about a year, so i'm pretty experienced at RP.
IC
Name: Erocko.
Age: 38.
Skills: Smithing, Waraxe fighter, (Fights with a Axe if that's ok.)
Race: Orc.
Fear: Big crowds, will get aggresive in a crowd of too many. (If ok.)
Appearcnce: Blind in the left eye, wears torn up clothing, has a scar on his left cheek, wears Shoulder armor on the right Shoulder, wears Metal boots.
RP Example:
"Stranger: Hey Orc, what are you doing just sitting there, don't you know there are Bandits and Monsters about?
"Erocko: Yeah, i know that, i couldn't really care less about them, as long as i've got my Waraxe i'll be fine."
"Stranger: You sure? Pretty sure you would need alot more if a group of them attacked you."
"Erocko: Trust me, besides i'm not afraid of a Bandit and with some poor Bow, or a dagger."
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): Erocko used to live in a nice little Orc Village, just making Weapons and Armor for his fellow Orcs that lived with him, until one day, a group of Monsters attacked, durring the havoc, Erocko lost his wife to the Monsters, Erocko's life long friend tried to get him to forget it and help save the Village, his Friend lost a arm from a Monster that had snuck up on them, took his Friend's arm, and blinded Erocko in his left eye.
Oink,
Oink.
Accepted. Yea new orc you may want to join the orc army ;).
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IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good I was in the land of yalin
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arrows
IGN:fight_starter
How long have you been playing:About a year.
How old are you?:12
How good are you at rping:Good
ICC
Name:Xedian
Age:21
Skills:Building, archery, swords,and building.
Fears:High areas, and Big enemys.
Appearance:He is a human coverd in armour he shows no face. His armour is medic gear he found high up in the mountains.
RP example:Xedian is walking when a fire arrow hits the ground. Ten orcs come out of the bushes. The head orc starts speaking "Show us your face so we know the face of you death!" Xedian does not take off his helm he instead reaches for his bow. The second he pulled it out he shot two arrows pericing the orcs heart. The orc slowly falls to the ground the rest fo the orcs are scared and they run away. Xedian smiles slightly and walks away.
Background:Xedian was the average war hero. Killing orcs was what he did. Until one orc bested him and cut his arm. Xedain was called names and kicked out of the town. He then climbed a mountain to go into exile. When he got on top he saw six orcs killing a man. So he pulled out his bow and shot six shots killing the orcs. He ran over to the man and the man said "Thank you but I am about to die please take my armour for stoping those orcs." Xedian did as told and built a grave for the man. Xedian kept walking and walking passing town after town. Until he came across a town that was different. In this town he saw no people just dust. Xedian took out his sword and went in. He saw two demons sucking the life out of a man. Xedian was sickened by that sight so he attacked. The demons attacked as well giving out a powerful blow. Xedian clutching his life saw a flash of light kill the demons. Xedian could take no more and fainted. He awakened in another small town. All he saw was darkenss then he fainted.
sorry if it was bad this is my fifth time today doing stuff like this.
Application
OCC::
IGN: Chancelorr
How long have you been playing Minecraft: 8 - 9 months.
How old are you?: 18. DOB: 12/19/1993
How good are you at RP'ing: My imagination can catch up with me sometimes. ;D
IC:
Name: Liam Taft
Age: 23
Skills: Fighting, mining, survival, building, people skills, leadership, loyal, smart, rational. Sarcasm.
Race: Human.
Fear: Loss of temper on someone he loves or respects. Masked kidnappers.
Appearcnce: Medium length blonde hair. Facial scars from battle. Medium length. Skinny. Green eyes. Signature mischevious smirk.
RP Example:
Liam: So is Kaleb someone we need to worry about?
Officer: I don't think so, he is very weak you see.
Liam: Sometimes the weak ones can find the power to kill us.
*Hears noise in backroom, Kaleb appears with large sword, looking bloody and haggard.*
Liam: Oh, this should be exciting. *Smirks*
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):
Liam was born with a twin sister by the name of Emma. They were both immediately put into foster care. When things started to get bad and the foster center was destroyed Liam stood up for his sister and escaped. Liam and Emma had to fight many of their own battles. But none was as difficult for Liam as the day his sister was captured. Liam couldn't stop the men, how could he have? He was only 11 at the time.
To this day Liam searches for his sister. His anger ebbing ever slower. He will find Emma, no matter what it takes. He knows she is alive, he can feel it, he can sense it. Though he doesn't know if she has gone dark. If this has happened, Liam knows what he must do..he must kill her himself. It would be the only way.
But Liam is now an officer to pass the time. He captures the type of people that took his sister, or kills them. He leaves no other options. Capture or kill. That's the way it has to be.
OCC:: IGN:crs1990 How long have you been playing Minecraft: i have been playing for about 2 years and know how to use all the stuff How old are you?:13 How good are you at RP'ing: yes and if you dont beleve me lookat the example IC: Name: willam cramble Age:13 Skills:archery Race:humans Fear:caves Appearcnce: a yong man a litte bit of acne and likes to have white cloths RP Example:willam crable; hey john. john; hey willam willam cramble; so hoid hunting go (as they walked down the steet in thetown of crunter) john; very good he pulls out a broken arow from his quill and places it on his hand( a slight ignorent expreshion shows on his face wilam;wow john you broke an arow that deer must of been big john; yay it shure was (looking away) Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): im a middleshooler about to go to 8th grade and has a 1st class family aka my dad and uper midle class family my mom my parents are divores and i have 7 siblings my twin brother my sister my baby half sisiter my hal brother my older half brother and my dog i got to the middle school called page resently we had to move to trailers because of a tornado my life is basicaly an open book sort of i love hanging out with my freinds in yourktown i never give up i a tiny ignorent i love to bike ride my family move s alot but just boght a house and are staying here in glouster well thats basicaly my life story
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eyes
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon there most mortal enemy. The very rumor of the boy's name had brought the utter destruction of that town and all its residence, and the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
OCC:: IGN: alexinblack How long have you been playing Minecraft: 2 years How old are you?: 13 How good are you at RP'ing: very good IC: Name: Geoffrey/Geoff Age: 16 in dwarf years, 52 in human years Skills: mining, digging, blowing **** up Race: dwarf Fear: running out of beer and gold and minecraft sized spiders Appearance:red hair and beard, helmet, chest plate, gauntlets, iron shoes, bare manly(dwarfly) chest RP Example: *knock knock* dwarf King: enter Geoffrey: my king I bring you riches found by our miners and news from our spys! dwarf king: what news do they have for me Geoffrey: they say that the alkalinion dwarfs have found diamonds more than we could have found in a week! dwarf king: then we must act ready our remaining combat resources for tonight... we strike! Background: born and lives in the dwarf kingdom of kazmodan currently under the rule of king honeydew the first (who is a good friend of lewis the current leader and founder of "builders united". Geoffrey's childhood was a short one. he mined his first diamond at 2 human years old and killed his first goblin at 6. unfortunately his parents both died when he was 14 (in human years) his farther died at the age of 480 (which isnt bad going for a dwarf) and his mother fell to the alkalinion dwarves when they invadetd one of honeydew the third's key diamond mines. by the time Geoff was 35 and owned over 10,000 diamond he was almost a multimillionaire. After the goblins attacked kazmodan for gold (to no avail) but the damage was extreme and all but a few of geoff's diamonds were needed to hire lewis of Builders united to repair the damage. by the time he was 49 the alkalinion dwarfs took 4 more mines. fed up of this king honeydew decleared war on the alkalinion dwarfs and geoff refused to join the army and is currently selling his mining services to people in return for half of the resourses found.
Declined:I'm sorry but your are declined
Reasons:
-Go back and read the rules
-Write more of a story for you rp example
-Get more serious about your background, using Honeydew and Xephos/Lewis in your background is unserious, It is best to not make up characters so that if there WAS to be a dwarf king it wouldn't have to be Honeydew.
IGN:fight_starter
How long have you been playing:About a year.
How old are you?:12
How good are you at rping:Good
ICC
Name:Xedian
Age:21
Skills:Building, archery, swords,and building.
Fears:High areas, and Big enemys.
Appearance:He is a human coverd in armour he shows no face. His armour is medic gear he found high up in the mountains.
RP example:Xedian is walking when a fire arrow hits the ground. Ten orcs come out of the bushes. The head orc starts speaking "Show us your face so we know the face of you death!" Xedian does not take off his helm he instead reaches for his bow. The second he pulled it out he shot two arrows pericing the orcs heart. The orc slowly falls to the ground the rest fo the orcs are scared and they run away. Xedian smiles slightly and walks away.
Background:Xedian was the average war hero. Killing orcs was what he did. Until one orc bested him and cut his arm. Xedain was called names and kicked out of the town. He then climbed a mountain to go into exile. When he got on top he saw six orcs killing a man. So he pulled out his bow and shot six shots killing the orcs. He ran over to the man and the man said "Thank you but I am about to die please take my armour for stoping those orcs." Xedian did as told and built a grave for the man. Xedian kept walking and walking passing town after town. Until he came across a town that was different. In this town he saw no people just dust. Xedian took out his sword and went in. He saw two demons sucking the life out of a man. Xedian was sickened by that sight so he attacked. The demons attacked as well giving out a powerful blow. Xedian clutching his life saw a flash of light kill the demons. Xedian could take no more and fainted. He awakened in another small town. All he saw was darkenss then he fainted.
sorry if it was bad this is my fifth time today doing stuff like this.
OCC::James
IGN:SilverAsphalt
How long have you been playing Minecraft:1 year
How old are you?:21
How good are you at RP'ing:9/10
IC:
Name:Tom (The Dark Mage Jormungand
Age:29
Skills:Spell Casting,Potion Making, Sneaking Around
Race:Human
Fear:Death
Appearcnce:White Man With black eyes and black robes.
RP Example:Jormungand:Tell me where does he live
Old man: I do not know please have mercy.
Jormungand:You weak pitiful man you have proven to be unhelpful Goodbye
xJormungand kills with Fire Aspect Diamond sword instantly.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):
His mother charmed a young man into marring her and she became pregnant,The man broke the charm and left the woman alone.The woman gave birth to his son and called him tom.
She died half an hour later and tom was left alone to an orphanage his mother had written a note to tom about what happend to her nd his father.Tom wanted revenge and decided to become the most powerful wizard on earth.
OCC:: IGN:crs1990 How long have you been playing Minecraft: i have been playing for about 2 years and know how to use all the stuff How old are you?:13 How good are you at RP'ing: yes and if you dont beleve me lookat the example IC: Name: willam cramble Age:13 Skills:archery Race:humans Fear:caves Appearcnce: a yong man a litte bit of acne and likes to have white cloths RP Example:willam crable; hey john. john; hey willam willam cramble; so hoid hunting go (as they walked down the steet in thetown of crunter) john; very good he pulls out a broken arow from his quill and places it on his hand( a slight ignorent expreshion shows on his face wilam;wow john you broke an arow that deer must of been big john; yay it shure was (looking away) Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): im a middleshooler about to go to 8th grade and has a 1st class family aka my dad and uper midle class family my mom my parents are divores and i have 7 siblings my twin brother my sister my baby half sisiter my hal brother my older half brother and my dog i got to the middle school called page resently we had to move to trailers because of a tornado my life is basicaly an open book sort of i love hanging out with my freinds in yourktown i never give up i a tiny ignorent i love to bike ride my family move s alot but just boght a house and are staying here in glouster well thats basicaly my life story
OCC::
IGN:zZbladeZz
How long have you been playing Minecraft:A year and a half.
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing:I have done it a lot in other servers so I am quite good.
IC:
Name:Will Blade
Age:29
Skills:I am good with a sword and a bow.
Race:Human
Fear:I have a fear of spiders.
Appearcnce:Brown hair, blue eyes,pale skin and a tunic with a belt.
RP Example:Will Is lost in the forest
Will. Hello is anybody out there.
*Will draws his sword*
Will.Come out of hiding.
*Will gets stunded by a group of bandits.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):Will was a orphan and was raised by a peasent.Will had a hard life growing up but he waskind and he helped other peasents in time of need but one day a stranger in the city told him about the demons and so Will couldn't get to sleep early that night. a couple days later he went to church to find out about these demons but he didn't hear much about demons he listened about theangels and so he became bravier and stronger. A year later when he turned 16 he preapered himself for a grand adventure and geared up and found himself a horse and set of to the world of olvin.
Accepted
-illleatspies
-Fight_starter Declined
-DarthUnderdog
*Please re-read rules and need better Rp ex.
-SilverAsphalt
* Please re-read rules and need better background and rp ex.
OCC::wtf is occ? Do u mean OOC?
IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good I was in the land of yalin
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arrows
PIG SIGN!!!!!!!!! I don't know how to
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Declined. There are no circus men in this time period. Also... If you think about it... "LAND OF OLIVIN." Notice the, "Land" part in it. That doesn't mean a village... Sorry.
OCC::
IGN: sorakirby
How long have you been playing Minecraft: Started playing minecraft in 1.6.6
How old are you?: 13
How good are you at RP'ing: Yes! I play a lot of RP servers
IC:
Name: Sorax
Age: 23
Skills: Swords fighting!
Race: Human
Fear: To see the world suffer!
Appearcnce: Dark,brown hair, a bit of an loner, friendly, loyal.
RP Example: Sorax: Who are you? What do you want from me?
Hooded figure: Don't you want power?
Sorax: What? What are you talking about! Answer me!
Hooded figure: Haha, i seen you fight, quite amusing its like you don't even try!
Sorax: Shut up!
Hooded figure: So, your not tired of it, i heard you were quite the master before? Don't you want that back?
Sorax: Its....complicated.
Hooded figure: Is that a yes?
The hooded figure attacked Sorax, and then it all turned black for him.
Background(Needs to be at least 2 paragraphs long): Sorax was born and raised by a high class family int the west parts of Olivin, you cant call it much of a childhood, there were always hard training and strict discipline, he got trained by the best teachers his father could find and also trained to wield a blade. At the age of fifteen he had become an well learned gentlemen who had mastered the way of the blade, he then traveled the lands in seek of knowledge, for two years he had been traveling and learning from wise men in seek of this knowledge. He then decided to join an ship crew to see more of the world, he worked hard and had been promoted Helmsman (Now at the age of 19), but one day a terrible storm came and the captain was lost in it, and Sorax was then promoted Captain of the ship. He sailed happily with his crew for eight months, to one day when they got attacked by a group of raiders. They fought well and it seemed like Sorax and his crew was gonna win, but then Sorax got knocked out and when he waked up, everyone was dead. All of his crew members were lying there ice cold dead. Then he saw one of them move, Sorax run towards him and hold him in his arms. The Crew men said: Why.....This is your fault *cough*.....Your a murderer. then he slowly closed his eyes and he to turned cold. After this Sorax was never the same, he gambled away his money and spended most of his time drinking away his sorrows, But one day (5 years later) a hooded man appeared in the pub, and started talking to Sorax asking him if he wanted power? Sorax thought the whole question was ridiculous. But the hooded man seemed to know he was interested. It did not take long before the man attacked Sorax and everything turned black for him, When he woke up he was in the middle of nowhere outside some sort of village, Sorax understood that this was his chance to start over (this is were my story begins)
Good background. You could get more detail-ish with your RP example but when you get on the server, please do so. Anyways, accepted! Thanks for joining us at the Land of Olivin.
Application
OCC::
IGN:tomc698
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since the first ever release
How old are you?:14
How good are you at RP'ing: im ok
IC:
Name: Tom Cave
Age:17
Skills:Designing, building and fighting
Race:Human
Fear:Spiders
Appearcnce: Brown hair, Green eyes, 6ft,2
RP Example:tom: "im ready jake"
Jake: "no your not"
Tom:"why?"
Jake:"you dont even have your shield the right way round..."
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):
When he was just a little kid Tom enjoyed drawing and colouring he wanted to turn out like his father and be a famous architect designing building for towns and city's.
He had a happy life with his father and his mother in there village named Deal, on tom's 14th birthday his cousin Jake taught his how to fight with a sword and to block with a shield, Jake kept training Tom for the next 2 years of his life right up until the day when The demons and dragons attacked his village, every man had to help fend for the village but there was just too little men to defend it tom's dad paul got tom and jake out of city and told them to run and don't look back...
tom did what his father had asked he kept running he did not stop until he was in the forest that was when he looked back...
"I shouldn't of looked back" he keeps thinking to himself as all he saw was the crumbled remains of his village.
tom kept walking until he found the next town to find Jake had walked a different way to him. tom was now alone in a town where he knew no-one and had no where to go so he just kept walking untill he came upon a grate city...
Your grammar isn't too good.. *Quote* Until he came upon a GRATE city...*Quote* But accepted..
Application
OCC::
IGN: Chancelorr
How long have you been playing Minecraft: 8 - 9 months.
How old are you?: 18. DOB: 12/19/1993
How good are you at RP'ing: My imagination can catch up with me sometimes. ;D
IC:
Name: Liam Taft
Age: 23
Skills: Fighting, mining, survival, building, people skills, leadership, loyal, smart, rational. Sarcasm.
Race: Human.
Fear: Loss of temper on someone he loves or respects. Masked kidnappers.
Appearcnce: Medium length blonde hair. Facial scars from battle. Medium length. Skinny. Green eyes. Signature mischevious smirk.
RP Example:
Liam: So is Kaleb someone we need to worry about?
Officer: I don't think so, he is very weak you see.
Liam: Sometimes the weak ones can find the power to kill us.
*Hears noise in backroom, Kaleb appears with large sword, looking bloody and haggard.*
Liam: Oh, this should be exciting. *Smirks*
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):
Liam was born with a twin sister by the name of Emma. They were both immediately put into foster care. When things started to get bad and the foster center was destroyed Liam stood up for his sister and escaped. Liam and Emma had to fight many of their own battles. But none was as difficult for Liam as the day his sister was captured. Liam couldn't stop the men, how could he have? He was only 11 at the time.
To this day Liam searches for his sister. His anger ebbing ever slower. He will find Emma, no matter what it takes. He knows she is alive, he can feel it, he can sense it. Though he doesn't know if she has gone dark. If this has happened, Liam knows what he must do..he must kill her himself. It would be the only way.
But Liam is now an officer to pass the time. He captures the type of people that took his sister, or kills them. He leaves no other options. Capture or kill. That's the way it has to be.
Good background. Good RP example. BUT, please re-read the rules. Declined
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eyes
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon there most mortal enemy, this boys name would bring this very continent to civil war and that town and all its residence would be wiped off the map and the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
show all the piggys
sorry about the old back story i just wanted to be mysterious.
Sorry but, one simple name could not set off a cival war. I mean, there could be other people with that name... Declined.
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everything on his face other than his eerily blue eyes
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time, he is starting a new life too, but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job, but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon their most mortal enemy, the very rumor of the boys name has brought the complete destruction of that town and all its residence, and again the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
Did you mis-spell your username in your app. you spelled it "warchidlhere" Is it warchildhere? I'll still whitelist the name
IGN: LokiBachet
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eye
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon there most mortal enemy, this boys name would bring this very continent to civil war and that town and all its residence would be wiped off the map and the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
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sorry about the back story i just wanted to be mysterious.
IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arows.
How long have i been playing minecraft: Since 1.7
How old am I: I've said it once i've said it twice and then a few hundred more times i dont give my age out.
How good am i at Roleplaying: Well I role played in the original land of olvin and the land of yalin and for a short time an RP server known as eldercraft. I've recently gotten back into minecraft after Yalins death.So pretty good i think
IC:
Name: Glareon
Age: 27
Skills: Marksman,Somewhat skilled in hand to hand combat
Fears: Death The Nether ,Skeletons, Jack'o Lanterns
Backround: No one knows why glareon was so cold. And at times could be thought of as heartless to his enemies especially.Though his heart at the same time was in the wrong and right place.As he hated crime of any sort yet his method often involved killing the sort of people who carried it out.Born in a small town on the coast Glareon grew up in a poor household of three children his parents not exactly the kindest people in the world often punished their children for slight mistakes and even hit them for no reason at times.He worked on the familys small pumpkin farm for 10 years always looking cold and emotionless.The only time he showed emotion was when he cried out in pain at the wooden stick his father used on him.He came into contact with few people. One of the only people he had ever talked to outside the family was a group of small time hoodlums who tried to rob him with a small stone knife.Strangely only hours after the robbery the leaders body was found under a tree beaten to death with a stick. At around age 13 Glareon found a much more suitable weapon then a stick he found an old bow and quiver full of arrows in a barn.He practiced with them for 3 years until one day when he was 16 he finally snapped as his father used jack'o lanterns to torment him knowing he had a horrible fear of them. He ran away grabbed his bow and arrows and jumped of the cliff that led to the ocean.There he swam and swam until he found land there he began his new life as a bounty hunter.That carried out any job no questions asked for years.Until one day he moved to a new land called olvin where he plans to continue his buisness as a bounty hunter.(I know it said 2 paragraphs but i sorta merged my two paragraphs together)
Rp Example
Glareon Walks down a path in the dead of night mask up. *Pig Face Here* (Couldnt find the pig thing)
Bandit: *Appears*
Bandit: So whats a small little guy like you doing out here this late *Smiles smugly*
Glareon: Why dont you shut up and move along before I feel a bigger urge to kill you.
Bandit: Big words for a small little guy like you.So lets cut to the chase give me all your money or ill slit your thr*Is cut of*
Glareon:*Hits him over the head with bow*
Bandit:*Struggles to stay concious*
Glareon*Draws knife and stabs*
Bandit:*Falls over clinging to life*
Glareon *Seaths knife and coldly walks away leaving the bandit for dead*
Well theres my app cant wait to start Roleplaying again
Please fill out the whole application. Please and thanks!
Please re-read the rules. And you should know what OOC means.
Good to have you back, Cannon. Accepted.
Accepted
Cannonite
Declined
platypus123
LokiBachet
Very good app. But your Rp Example is a paragraph short. I'd recommend going more in depth with the character. For now you are declined but you need to lengthen your rp example.
How long have you been playing Minecraft:2 years
How old are you?:14
How good are you at RP'ing:Yes
IC:
Name:Blaze
Age:24
Skills:Blacksmith,archery,heavy armour
Race:elf
Fear:dragons
Appearcnce:long blonde hair , bblue eyes , palish skin
RP Example:Saun (Blaze dont there are to many) BLaze (if we work together we can do it) Saun (but no mater how many we kill they just keep coming!) Blaze (fine go ill meet up with you) Saun (arent u coming with us) Blaze (*sighs* ill hold them off , now go)
that was the last time i saw Saun he never made it back. its a real tragety to lose someone you care for. it realy hurts in the heart. well ill get over it i just hope his death wasnt in vian. he was a good soldier and a great friend. we wont the battle in the mountains the rebels were happy about that now all we need to do is take down the orc chief. after what he did to my master. i always did think of him as a father. i just hope i have the honer of killing that foul beast myself.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):Hello i am Blaze. You may think im a good little elf that never gets into trouble. well your wrong. get on my bad side and you will find that out. I was born in the city of skyrogil. not a great place to be right now i might add but back when i was growing up it was worse. the city was run by a gang of orcs. not the kind ones eather. from the age of 5 i worked as a blacksmith to help make weapons for the rebels. oh ya the rebels were a group of elfs who wanted the city back from the orcs. they worked as an underground force. killed anyone in there path. i grew up training hard. i made weapos and armour all day. then at night i trained to become an archer.
Ah so you wna here what happened to the rebels. well let me tell you. it was a beutiful sunday mornin and i got up from bed to go to the blacksmiths shop to get to work. i got dressed and walked outside. it was horifying. dead bodies littered the streets orc and elfs fighting eachother to try and win back there city. it was th rebeles. the day had come that they finaly took action. i grabed my bow and climbed to the top of the guardes tower. took out the orc on top with a swift slash of my blade. ones on top i pulled an arrow from my quiver took aim and fell in midair i turned to see my blacksmiths master had pushed me off and when i mouthed (why) to him that was when the end of the orc chiefes blade apeared in the stomach of my master and then it whent black. after that i woke up in the inn of the city of olivin and that is where my adventure starts.
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IGN: Rezin123
How long have you been playing Minecraft: About a year now.
How old are you?: Fourteen.
How good are you at RP'ing: I've play on a RP server once, and i've played a MMO based completely around RP for about a year, so i'm pretty experienced at RP.
IC
Name: Erocko.
Age: 38.
Skills: Smithing, Waraxe fighter, (Fights with a Axe if that's ok.)
Race: Orc.
Fear: Big crowds, will get aggresive in a crowd of too many. (If ok.)
Appearcnce: Blind in the left eye, wears torn up clothing, has a scar on his left cheek, wears Shoulder armor on the right Shoulder, wears Metal boots.
RP Example:
"Stranger: Hey Orc, what are you doing just sitting there, don't you know there are Bandits and Monsters about?
"Erocko: Yeah, i know that, i couldn't really care less about them, as long as i've got my Waraxe i'll be fine."
"Stranger: You sure? Pretty sure you would need alot more if a group of them attacked you."
"Erocko: Trust me, besides i'm not afraid of a Bandit and with some poor Bow, or a dagger."
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): Erocko used to live in a nice little Orc Village, just making Weapons and Armor for his fellow Orcs that lived with him, until one day, a group of Monsters attacked, durring the havoc, Erocko lost his wife to the Monsters, Erocko's life long friend tried to get him to forget it and help save the Village, his Friend lost a arm from a Monster that had snuck up on them, took his Friend's arm, and blinded Erocko in his left eye.
Oink,
Oink.
Accepted. Very cool a new elf on the server :D.
Accepted. Yea new orc you may want to join the orc army ;).
IGN:platypus123
How long have you been playing Minecraft:since 1.1 was released
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: pretty good I was in the land of yalin
IC:
Name:The Wolfer
Age:22
Skills:Friendlyness, close combat, sniping, using dogs to his advantage
Race:human
Fear:Zombies
Appearcnce:thin, frail, uses magic to discuse himself as a wolf
RP Example: *series of barks* dogs come to his side the Wolfer: hello, my friend." theif: "you dont scare me, you dog man." The Wolfer:oh really? theif: try me. The wolfer: alright. *makes hand movements and barks while dogs rip apart the theif* the wolfer:goodbye.
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): as a child, he loved dogs. after being abandoned by his parents, he wwas forced to live in the woods. wolves were his only friends. he got ranked to the leader of the pack, and only learned dog language in his early childhood. then the circus men found him.
they called him "the amazing wolfer", and he was placed for display. he just sat in his cage, whining like a dog. then one day he escaped. he now knew some english from the customers, and set off into the woods again. he was older now, so he was more skilled. about 15 years. he soon found a hermit in the woods, and the hermit taught him all the english he could. the hermit was also a magishin, and he gave him the gift of discuise. he now looks like a wolf.so now he could live on his own. he found a village, called "the land of olivin." and you can guess what happens next.
P.S.OH and i was also a part of the land of yalin. but some guy went psyco and shot me with 9000000000000000000000 flaming arrows
PIG SIGN!!!!!!!!! I don't know how to
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How long have you been playing:About a year.
How old are you?:12
How good are you at rping:Good
Age:21
Skills:Building, archery, swords,and building.
Fears:High areas, and Big enemys.
Appearance:He is a human coverd in armour he shows no face. His armour is medic gear he found high up in the mountains.
RP example:Xedian is walking when a fire arrow hits the ground. Ten orcs come out of the bushes. The head orc starts speaking "Show us your face so we know the face of you death!" Xedian does not take off his helm he instead reaches for his bow. The second he pulled it out he shot two arrows pericing the orcs heart. The orc slowly falls to the ground the rest fo the orcs are scared and they run away. Xedian smiles slightly and walks away.
Background:Xedian was the average war hero. Killing orcs was what he did. Until one orc bested him and cut his arm. Xedain was called names and kicked out of the town. He then climbed a mountain to go into exile. When he got on top he saw six orcs killing a man. So he pulled out his bow and shot six shots killing the orcs. He ran over to the man and the man said "Thank you but I am about to die please take my armour for stoping those orcs." Xedian did as told and built a grave for the man. Xedian kept walking and walking passing town after town. Until he came across a town that was different. In this town he saw no people just dust. Xedian took out his sword and went in. He saw two demons sucking the life out of a man. Xedian was sickened by that sight so he attacked. The demons attacked as well giving out a powerful blow. Xedian clutching his life saw a flash of light kill the demons. Xedian could take no more and fainted. He awakened in another small town. All he saw was darkenss then he fainted.
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IGN: Chancelorr
How long have you been playing Minecraft: 8 - 9 months.
How old are you?: 18. DOB: 12/19/1993
How good are you at RP'ing: My imagination can catch up with me sometimes. ;D
IC:
Name: Liam Taft
Age: 23
Skills: Fighting, mining, survival, building, people skills, leadership, loyal, smart, rational. Sarcasm.
Race: Human.
Fear: Loss of temper on someone he loves or respects. Masked kidnappers.
Appearcnce: Medium length blonde hair. Facial scars from battle. Medium length. Skinny. Green eyes. Signature mischevious smirk.
RP Example:
Liam: So is Kaleb someone we need to worry about?
Officer: I don't think so, he is very weak you see.
Liam: Sometimes the weak ones can find the power to kill us.
*Hears noise in backroom, Kaleb appears with large sword, looking bloody and haggard.*
Liam: Oh, this should be exciting. *Smirks*
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long):
Liam was born with a twin sister by the name of Emma. They were both immediately put into foster care. When things started to get bad and the foster center was destroyed Liam stood up for his sister and escaped. Liam and Emma had to fight many of their own battles. But none was as difficult for Liam as the day his sister was captured. Liam couldn't stop the men, how could he have? He was only 11 at the time.
To this day Liam searches for his sister. His anger ebbing ever slower. He will find Emma, no matter what it takes. He knows she is alive, he can feel it, he can sense it. Though he doesn't know if she has gone dark. If this has happened, Liam knows what he must do..he must kill her himself. It would be the only way.
But Liam is now an officer to pass the time. He captures the type of people that took his sister, or kills them. He leaves no other options. Capture or kill. That's the way it has to be.
IGN:crs1990
How long have you been playing Minecraft: i have been playing for about 2 years and know how to use all the stuff
How old are you?:13
How good are you at RP'ing: yes and if you dont beleve me lookat the example
IC:
Name: willam cramble
Age:13
Skills:archery
Race:humans
Fear:caves
Appearcnce: a yong man a litte bit of acne and likes to have white cloths
RP Example:willam crable; hey john. john; hey willam willam cramble; so hoid hunting go (as they walked down the steet in thetown of crunter) john; very good he pulls out a broken arow from his quill and places it on his hand( a slight ignorent expreshion shows on his face wilam;wow john you broke an arow that deer must of been big john; yay it shure was (looking away)
Background(Needs to be atleast 2 paragraphs long): im a middleshooler about to go to 8th grade and has a 1st class family aka my dad
and uper midle class family my mom my parents are divores and i have 7 siblings my twin brother my sister my baby half sisiter my hal brother my older half brother and my dog i got to the middle school called page resently we had to move to trailers because of a tornado
my life is basicaly an open book sort of i love hanging out with my freinds in yourktown i never give up i a tiny ignorent i love to bike ride my family move s alot but just boght a house and are staying here in glouster well thats basicaly my life story
IGN: LokiBachet
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everythin on his face other than his errily blue eyes
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time he is starting a new life too but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon there most mortal enemy. The very rumor of the boy's name had brought the utter destruction of that town and all its residence, and the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
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Declined:I'm sorry but your are declined
Reasons:
-Go back and read the rules
-Write more of a story for you rp example
-Get more serious about your background, using Honeydew and Xephos/Lewis in your background is unserious, It is best to not make up characters so that if there WAS to be a dwarf king it wouldn't have to be Honeydew.
Accepted
-illleatspies
-Fight_starter
Declined
-DarthUnderdog
*Please re-read rules and need better Rp ex.
-SilverAsphalt
* Please re-read rules and need better background and rp ex.
Declined. There are no circus men in this time period. Also... If you think about it... "LAND OF OLIVIN." Notice the, "Land" part in it. That doesn't mean a village... Sorry.
Good background. You could get more detail-ish with your RP example but when you get on the server, please do so. Anyways, accepted! Thanks for joining us at the Land of Olivin.
Your grammar isn't too good.. *Quote* Until he came upon a GRATE city...*Quote* But accepted..
Good background. Good RP example. BUT, please re-read the rules. Declined
Sorry but, one simple name could not set off a cival war. I mean, there could be other people with that name... Declined.
Accepted
sorakirby
tomc698
Declined
platypus123
LokiBachet
Chancelorr
IGN: LokiBachet
How long have you been playing Minecraft: about a year and a half
How old are you?: im 16
How good are you at RP'ing: I have never before but I wright story’s and poems
IC:
Name: Loki
Age: 16
Skills: archery, hunting (wild game and people), metal work and anything to do with fire
Race:human
Fear: spiders, my brother
Appearance : a tall slender man wearing jeans and a hunting sweater with the hood pulled up and a dirty white scarf covering his everything on his face other than his eerily blue eyes
RP Example:
“Loki over here!” matt yelled. I really hate it when he does that, it always puts me on edge. Like someone who knows my brother might be listening and snitch on me … No I can’t even think about that right now. I have done all that I can to get away and stay low haven’t I? I questioned myself. New name? Check. New country? Check. New line of work? Not so much. But then again it’s always better to be vigilant right? Now I guess I’d better go see what matt needs this time, he is starting a new life too, but he’s doing it the more expensive way, getting rid of almost everyone he ever knew and he needs me to do the job, but that’s what I do best and it’s the only thing i have trained for, this is my life.
Back story: far away from the land of Olivin in an unknown Continent to the west, lived a young boy, no one knew his name and most people regarded him as a phantom of the forest, he lived on his own deep in the woods, in a place where even wild game wouldn't dare tread he spoke with no one, was seen by only one brave soul, yet he survived, a little boy no older than 8 a child with a dangerous past
even though it would be impossible to get him to tell his story, he was wanted dead, not by any government or the law, but by his own family which in the eyes of people who knew who his family was, was worse than any fate they would dare bestow upon their most mortal enemy, the very rumor of the boys name has brought the complete destruction of that town and all its residence, and again the little boy would be forced to leave his home and flee to a new country and start a new life yet again.
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