Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) when someone takes control of a character and uses them in a make believe scenario.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:using OOC knowledge IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:making your character far too powerful or controlling, playing the game very seriously and/or playing a long periods of time.
IC:
Name: Nisimar Goldfeather
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:20
Gender:male
Race:Dunmer
Appearance:gray cloak, black pants, with a quiver on his back, brown hair, blue eyes, six feet tall, skinny yet has quite a bit of muscle.
Personality:he isn't very trusting, and he doesn't talk much, but when he does its short a simple, yet to the point.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) Nisimar is walking down a rode and a bandit comes out of the tree line with an iron battleaxe. The bandit says "Give me all your septims, or you're heads gonna end up on a pike." Nisimar, rather than responding, raised an eyebrow and slowly unsheathed his dual scimitars. "Why don't you hand over your septims before i grow irritated of your foul manners." The bandit growls, and charges with the battleaxe. Nisimar is surprised by the outburst and is struck unto the ground, as his scimitars go flying out of his hands. The bandit holds Nisimar down with his enormous strength. Nisimar manages to knock the bandit off balance bye kicking him behind the knee. After knocking the bandit off guard, Nisimar roles over to one of his scimitars and gets on his feet. Him and the bandit start circling eachother, waiting to see who will strike first. The bandit stops, then starts inching toward him. in a quick burst the bandit ran and swung his battleaxe right to left aiming for Nisimars neck. Nisimar grins, then moves to the left dodging the attack, steadies himself then slices right to left across the bandit side. The bandit then backs up and says :You will pay for that!" Nisimar glares at the bandit and picks up the other scimitar that is laying next to him.The bandit charges again, only this time he is swing straight down aiming for his head (the swing is slow because the bandit is enjured). Nisimar reacts by stepping forward jabbing both scimitars into the bandits stomach. After a moment Nisimar twists the sword and pulls out, the bandit drops his battleaxe, then drops to the ground as Nisimars steps back to watch the bandit die. Nisimar is breathing heavily. he leans down, whispers a few prayers and closes the bandits eyes, loots him of his gold and jewels. Then is on the road again.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Nisimar was born and raised in the waterfront of the Imperial City. His father left before he was born and his mother was always at the bar drunk, neither cared for their son. His father left his dual scimitars with his mother, so when they needed money they could sell it. but Nisimar had a great obsession with these swords. During the night he would sneak them out and go to the arena and get training from an old man there named Amiel. Amiel was an old redguard who taught Nisimar how to fight with great expertise. Amiel became a father figure to Nisimar. Amiel told Nisimar tales of Akavir, a land of opportunity and adventure. Nisimar hated his mother and his home, it descusted him, and so did his mother. So when Nisismar was twenty he set off too Akavir, he stole his fathers scimitars and sharpened them before saying goodbye to his friend Amiel, and then he was off to the land of adventure.
Skooma Kills! DONT EAT THE BREAD!!!
Powergaming definition is still a bit off.
RP Example. How does he kick a mans knee while pinned down? He would have to be much shorter then the bandit to do that. Dodging a battleaxe coming right at you seems a little far fetched. Ducking under it maybe, but stepping out of the way? I highly suggest making it more of a chat then a story.
Backstory. Why would the Dunmer family be in Imperial City?
Why would he randomly go to the arena to train?
Why does he hate his mother enough to leave? Sure she may not care about him that much, but I would prefer a bigger reason to leave.
He can not walk to Akavir.
He can not have any weapons when coming to Akavir.
Please expand the backstory. This is not two paragraphs.
Why us: I belive that an elder scrolls server should be about roleplay not building, we dont have that in any Elder Ecrolls game
Time deicated:2 hours - 5 hours
Define roleplay: I think roleplay should be felling your in the players shoes.You should be able to smell and fell anything around you like your there.
Define meta-gaming: Is using information your player should know.
Define power-gaming: Doing something that is impossible or very hard like being an assasin in a few hours or being like a god
Name:Adeber Morven
Age:22
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:He is a fit man.He has dark brow hair covering half his face.He has pale skin with no scars or nothing else notable.He wears leather chestplate,shoes and legs with no helmet.He has a lucky ring on his middle finger.He has not much hair on his body.He has dark green eyes.From sailing he has a small beard
Weapons:none(but can use a bow)
Personality:Adeber is a small town man.He doesnt know alot about the world but he still knows never to steal or kill.He is not the most clever person in the world but he tries his hardest.
RPG fight:
A cart is closing down for the night when a the 2 people at the car to there head around to see a man
Man: stay they (holding a dagger in his hand)
Adeber: be careful (holding his hands up)
Man: ok good stay there you (pointing to the owner of the cart ) give my your food
Adeber: What no dont (now lowering his hand)
Man: (walks towards Adeber) you have a problem
Adeber: y-y-you cant do that.
Man:( swinges at Adeber) really
Adeber: (stands back) Don't its wrong
Man:(kicks Adeber) what you gonna do
Adeber: Help, Help
Man:what you doing kid
Adeber: help he-
Man: (punches Adeber)
Adeber:(As hard as he could he kicks the mans leg.The man falls back whilest a soldier comes and holds back the man)( After he talks to the gaurd ,Adeber runs home and tries to forget the day)
Back story: Adeber has grown up on a farm west of Solitude its been a very boring life on the farm nothing intresting has happend but yet he still trys his best to keep up his fitness.He trains every day with his bow shooting cattle and deer in the wood.Every so often he will go down to Solitude (which he thinks is another world once he steps through the gate its so busy.One these trips as a little boy he would go with his dad.He always remembered his father saying "never talk to anyone on the street."As he got older he started to walk by himself.He would walkways see many horrible thing like soldiers beating people and even one time soldiers killing people.He never knew what they were so mean untill one afternoon in the summer he went to sell some fresh goods when someone bumbed by.Knocking him over spilling his food.The man then picked up many of the fruit that fell down stuffing them in his bag untill 2 heavly armed soilders cam grabing the man.He was returned his food but that day he noticed that some people are just bad and there is a reason to punish people.He then gasped he thought what the man must of done to get killed.He could think of nothing for the rest of the day.
Even though he was never allowed to talk to strangers, he meet one boy a young Nord like hinself.This yound nord would tell very good jokes and stories his father has told him.As the growed up they became best friends.One day the friend asked would you like to explore the world.Adeber replied yes.His friend started to say great stories that his father told him about beasts, gold and more.Adeber wanted nothing more to explore these land and begged his friend to tell him where to go to find these lands.After awhile of searching for a perfect ship.He set of with nothing but rags because he thought he should start new because he was in this new land.So with nothing but food Adeber Morven traveled to Akavir...
Thank you for your time.
Powergaming definition is still off.
Appearance seems to be fixed, but he can not have a leather chestplate that can protect him when coming to Akavir.
Please put some more combat in the fight example. There are one or two kicks in it, this example should be a fight, not a schoolyard brawl. Excite me with it. Make me want to know what will happen next.
How did he start training with a bow? He can not just pick one up and know how to use it. Tell me more about his childhood. It seems to skip from his birth to when he hunts. Why would he board a boat without consulting his parents? How would he board a boat with only rags? He would have to pay for passage. There still are a lot of grammar mistakes.
Please read the rules.
who ever judges this is a dumbass, you obviously don't realize how simple the story is. the bandit is very tall, therefore he could kick the back of his knee. and obviously he didn't walk across the ing ocean! I tried my hardest to do this damn thing, but it! Ill go join a better/smarter roleplay.
who ever judges this is a dumbass, you obviously don't realize how simple the story is. the bandit is very tall, therefore he could kick the back of his knee. and obviously he didn't walk across the ing ocean! I tried my hardest to do this damn thing, but it! Ill go join a better/smarter roleplay.
I am sorry you are so upset about being denied, but those are simple fixes that would take less than a minute to make. Your character was said to be six feet tall, that would mean the bandit would be around seven feet tall for your characters foot to reach his knee. You never stated he boarded a ship, so I therefore told you to fix it. These may not have been the only problems with your app, but if you take the information into consideration you could have been accepted next try. Seeing as you raged about it though, you have little to no chance of coming onto the server.
OOC:
IGN: B00german
Age: 18
Why us?: Because I like to role-play and also I have have amassed a considerable number of hours with The Elder Scrolls franchise and it is my favorite series to date.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Developing a fantasy character that you portray within the context of a virtual game or table top game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gathered from out of character chat and using that information in any circumstance while roleplaying in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Allowing your character to have attributes that would deem him/her unfair or unrealistic to other players.
IC:
Name: Nogal Ronnoco
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 42
Gender: male
Race: Human: Nord
Appearance: Has a rough bown beard as well as short brown hair and green eyes. He wears a green long sleeve shirt and brown pants with a black belt and brown overalls.
Personality: He is quite reserved and does not show extensive signs of emotion. He usually keeps to himself and does his daily work in a organized routine. He holds his opinions to himself and is thinks deeply quite constantly about future events, nothing of real importance of if he has a conversation with someone what he could say and sometimes what he could of said. He is mainly a pacifist but will fight if it is for great reason usually for the safety of himself.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Nogal: *walking through thick woods at a steady pace*
Bandit: * Jumps from behind a tree* "Hey! give me your gold and ya won't get hurt old man"
Nogal: *Complies* "Alright, we don't need any trouble" *Pulls out his leather purse*
Bandit: *Slowly walks towards him* "Alright know hand it over... slowly"\
Nogal: * As he begins to hand the loosened purse to the bandit he grabs the end of the bag and scatters the coins at the bandit causing the bandit to become disoriented*
Nogal: *Quickly steps to the bandit and knees his in the gut then hits him hard on the side of the head near the temple*
Bandit: *Strays from side to side disoriented and in pain and falls to the ground unconscious*
Nogal: *Drags the bandit to the side of the path and gathers his coins and leaves 2 for the bandit and continues on his way*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Nogal was born and raised in Skyrim and for most of his childhood and young life worked on a lumber mill with his mother and father. His father fought in the civil war between the StormCloaks and the Imperial Legion. His mother remained at home to continue to raise Nogal and work the mill. After the war ended and the peace treaty was signed Nogals father returned from the war a different man then he was. From his time in war it shaped him to become a hateful bitter man and a drunk. As Nogals father continued to delve into his bad habit he began to bear Nogal and his mother during times when he got to far into his black-briar mead.
After this continued for couple of years Nogals Father got a case of black heart blight and the rattles and died. After his fathers passing Nogals mother begged for Nogal to travel from skyrim to find a better life for there was nothing left for him at home but sadness and disease and that he would have no life here. So after much convincing Nogal left his mother to travel to Akavir in hopes that he could create a better future for himself. (Sadly 3 days after he arrived to Akavir by ship his mothers village was attacked by a dragon and much of the village was destroyed and many killed as well as his mother but he sadly he will never know this.) After Nogal arrived he walked to the first town he could find suitable to begin his new life and followed his mothers honor as a lumber mill owner and decided to start one himself in hope that he may create a name for himself as his mother did.Oh also to my application. Skooma Kills! ^
OOC: IGN: keene308 Age: 17 turning 18 Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is amplifying the character till a godlike status. This is like being stabbed by a dagger or two and still standing. Or amplify it further such as being shot by 10 archers in the front lines of war and still being able to slay 10 other soldiers.
IC: Name: Sappherious Sarumon Nickname: Sapphire Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.) Gender: Female Race: Altmer (High Elves) Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest. Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword. This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it. In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Background: (Might have some r18 things in it )
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Blackmarsh. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted by the locals at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to inflict minor wounds on herself to make it look like she had an accident. She then left the shed and proceeded into the house to finish the job. "No survivors" She would mumble as she slice the head of the wife off her body.
"No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within the black marsh, she hones in on her stealth and sword skills with quick and easy jobs. Hearing rumors and stories of legends often from local taverns in towns, she would disregard them as tales. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
((So sorry if the back story was dark and disturbing, but I wanted to create something new. Something unique.))
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Maro d' Vingi
Nickname: Maro, Marovingi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Black scaled, orange feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of light blue. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river Maro gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. Maro sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. Maro's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at Maro with a sense of urgency.
Maro whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to Maro's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. Maro suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
Maro, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. Maro patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
Marovingi, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
Maro flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with Maro on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. Maro shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, Maro closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: Marovingi comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Maro left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Marovingi in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Maro reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Maro to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
Marovingi took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the armor he found, cleaned and well maintained, and surprisingly working well as a means of light protection. And of course, the basic items for long travels were brought as well.
(the armor is not in game armor, just an explanation for my character appearance in game since I like to think that what my mine craft character looks like is my character, and I run around in a samurai armor skin. It has no affects or magical nonsense, just a lore(?) explanation maybe?)
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
OOC:
IGN: B00german
Age: 18
Why us?: Because I like to role-play and also I have have amassed a considerable number of hours with The Elder Scrolls franchise and it is my favorite series to date.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Developing a fantasy character that you portray within the context of a virtual game or table top game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gathered from out of character chat and using that information in any circumstance while roleplaying in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Allowing your character to have attributes that would deem him/her unfair or unrealistic to other players.
IC:
Name: Nogal Ronnoco
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 42
Gender: male
Race: Human: Nord
Appearance: Has a rough bown beard as well as short brown hair and green eyes. He wears a green long sleeve shirt and brown pants with a black belt and brown overalls.
Personality: He is quite reserved and does not show extensive signs of emotion. He usually keeps to himself and does his daily work in a organized routine. He holds his opinions to himself and is thinks deeply quite constantly about future events, nothing of real importance of if he has a conversation with someone what he could say and sometimes what he could of said. He is mainly a pacifist but will fight if it is for great reason usually for the safety of himself.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Nogal: *walking through thick woods at a steady pace*
Bandit: * Jumps from behind a tree* "Hey! give me your gold and ya won't get hurt old man"
Nogal: *Complies* "Alright, we don't need any trouble" *Pulls out his leather purse*
Bandit: *Slowly walks towards him* "Alright know hand it over... slowly"\
Nogal: * As he begins to hand the loosened purse to the bandit he grabs the end of the bag and scatters the coins at the bandit causing the bandit to become disoriented*
Nogal: *Quickly steps to the bandit and knees his in the gut then hits him hard on the side of the head near the temple*
Bandit: *Strays from side to side disoriented and in pain and falls to the ground unconscious*
Nogal: *Drags the bandit to the side of the path and gathers his coins and leaves 2 for the bandit and continues on his way*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Nogal was born and raised in Skyrim and for most of his childhood and young life worked on a lumber mill with his mother and father. His father fought in the civil war between the StormCloaks and the Imperial Legion. His mother remained at home to continue to raise Nogal and work the mill. After the war ended and the peace treaty was signed Nogals father returned from the war a different man then he was. From his time in war it shaped him to become a hateful bitter man and a drunk. As Nogals father continued to delve into his bad habit he began to bear Nogal and his mother during times when he got to far into his black-briar mead.
After this continued for couple of years Nogals Father got a case of black heart blight and the rattles and died. After his fathers passing Nogals mother begged for Nogal to travel from skyrim to find a better life for there was nothing left for him at home but sadness and disease and that he would have no life here. So after much convincing Nogal left his mother to travel to Akavir in hopes that he could create a better future for himself. (Sadly 3 days after he arrived to Akavir by ship his mothers village was attacked by a dragon and much of the village was destroyed and many killed as well as his mother but he sadly he will never know this.) After Nogal arrived he walked to the first town he could find suitable to begin his new life and followed his mothers honor as a lumber mill owner and decided to start one himself in hope that he may create a name for himself as his mother did.
Oh also to my application. Skooma Kills! ^
Powergaming definition is partially off. We go by a different one then most. Ours can be found in the rules!
RP Example involves a few small traces of Powergaming. Such as mulitple moves after each other, and instant kneeing him. I suggest saying something like *slams his knee at the man*.
The server is set 80 years after Skyrim. He would have to be very old to be born if his father fought in the war.
These are all small problems and you should be accepted easily once fixed!
Denied, needs fixing
Why us: I believe that an elder scrolls server should be about role-play not building, we don't have that in any Elder Scrolls game.
Time dedicated : 1 hours - 5 hours.
Define role-play: I think role-play should be felling your in the players shoes.You should be able to smell and fell anything around you like your there.
Define meta-gaming: Is using information your player should know.
Define power-gaming: Doing something that is impossible or very hard Or killing or controlling people without the acting it out . Eg killing many people in 1 head shot or taking 20 shots and die.
Name:Adeber Morven
Age:22
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:He is a fit man.He has dark brow hair covering half his face.He has pale skin with no scars or nothing else notable.He wears grey old robes .He has a lucky ring on his middle finger(nothing to do with magic but his momther gave it to him so he thinks its lucky.He didn't sell it because it's the last thing left of his mom. He has not much hair on his body.He has dark green eyes.From sailing to get to Akavir he has a small beard.He is about 5 foot 4 inches
Weapons:none(but can use a bow)
Personality:Adeber is a small town man.He doesn't know too much about the world but he still knows never to steal or kill.He is not the most clever person in the world but he tries his hardest.
Action RP fight:
Adeber walks around the forest by his barn searching for his first prey to eat for diner when he hears something in the bushes. He aims his bow into the bush.
Adeber:come out deer (whispers)
He catches something black out the corner of his eye.He starts his hunt running past trees and over bushes.He aims his first arrow into the belly of the beast when he notices its a man with a bag of fresh fruits.
Man: you will never get your fruit back.(The man laughs)
Adeber:( Runs as fast as he can) come back, come ba-(An arrow shoots across Adeber face cutting his cheek
Man:I do not want to hurt you.
Adeber:( Shoots 1 and arrow) No I missed. (he then shoots another arrow it hits the man's bag onto a tree trunk)
Man: err lucky shot (now pulling 2 daggers from his pockets)
The man throws himself at Adeber.Slashing the daggers around.
Adeber:(Thinking) He's going to cut me, I have to stop him
Adeber hits the man around the face with his bow.After this he kicks him in the belly.The man is too winded to get up after this
Back story:Adeber's mother died while giving birth.He now has her ring. Adeber has grown up on a farm west of Solitude its been a very boring life on the farm nothing interesting has happens but yet he still try's his best to keep up with his fitness.He trains every day with his bow shooting cattle and deer in the wood.His father made him learn control ,his father would hold the string while he would hold the arrow when he was young to learn how to hold the arrow right. Every so often he will go down to Solitude (which he thinks is another world once he steps through the gate because its so busy.When he went on these trips as a little boy he would go with his dad.He always remembered his father saying "never talk to anyone on the street."As he got older he started to walk by himself.He would walk and see many horrible thing like soldiers beating people and even one time soldiers killing a person.He never knew what they were so mean until one afternoon in the summer he went to sell some fresh goods when someone came by Knocking him over spilling his food.The man then picked up many of the fruit that fell down stuffing them in his bag until 2 heavily armed solders cam grabbing the man.He was returned his food but that day he noticed that some people are just bad and there is a reason to punish people.He then he thought what the man must of done to get killed.He could only think of horrible things. Even though he was never allowed to talk to strangers he still met one young Nord like himself.This young nord would tell very good jokes and stories his father has told him.As they grow up they became very good friends.One day the friend asked would you like to explore the world. Adeber replied yes.His friend started to say great stories that his father told him about beasts, gold and more. Adeber wanted to explore these land and begged his friend to tell him where to go to find these lands.After awhile of searching for a perfect ship.He set of with nothing but rags because he had to sell all his clothes to get enough money to Afford the ship. So with nothing but food Adeber Morven travelled to Akavir...
Thank you again for your time.I know I have failed a few times but i hope this one is different.
SkOOMA kills
P.S some of the text is highlighted because it is from my own post.And again I am sorry about doing so many apps(4) I have looked over this app and I cant find any mistakes but i will leave that for you to decide.
RP example. How does the man shoot an arrow if he has a bag of fruit in his hands? There are a few traces of powergaming, such as using multiple moves in one turn and instantly hitting the man. These should be extremely easy fixes and you should be accepted soon! I am sorry, but we have become more harsh with the RP example!
Denied, needs fixing
OOC: IGN: keene308 Age: 17 turning 18 Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is amplifying the character till a godlike status. This is like being stabbed by a dagger or two and still standing. Or amplify it further such as being shot by 10 archers in the front lines of war and still being able to slay 10 other soldiers.
IC: Name: Sappherious Sarumon Nickname: Sapphire Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.) Gender: Female Race: Altmer (High Elves) Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest. Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword. This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it. In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Background: (Might have some r18 things in it )
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Blackmarsh. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted by the locals at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to inflict minor wounds on herself to make it look like she had an accident. She then left the shed and proceeded into the house to finish the job. "No survivors" She would mumble as she slice the head of the wife off her body.
"No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within the black marsh, she hones in on her stealth and sword skills with quick and easy jobs. Hearing rumors and stories of legends often from local taverns in towns, she would disregard them as tales. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
((So sorry if the back story was dark and disturbing, but I wanted to create something new. Something unique.))
Skooma kills!
Overall this was a really interesting application, I believe this character would be interesting to roleplay with, but just a few small problems.
Powergaming is slightly off. The definition we use can be found in the rules.
Possibly go into more detail about her childhood/ why her parents were in Blackmarsh?
What motives did she have to kill the children?
How did she learn the sword and bow skills you talk about in the personality?
These should be some fast fixes!
Denied, needs fixing
IGN: DogHunter50
Age: 17
Why us?: The best RP server I've ever seen
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: Engaging in the actions and feelings of a fictional character in usually a fantasy setting
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of game information etc. to affect in-game actions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Interacting with games in an above level way that follows the rules, but is not in the spirit of the game
Name: Crystion Blackhawk
Nickname: Crys
Age: 23
Gender: M
Race: Nord
Appearance: A young, tall man, with dirty brown hair that falls over his eyes. He wears standard clothing, but his most distinctive piece of clothing is a red cloak bearing a family crest
Personality: Tends to be silent and caring, and choses his family over the Empire and rulers. He finds it hard to trust other men as well and can show his cruel, dark side when he must
In-game RP Fight example:
*An dark, stormy night surrounds the lonely inn on the road. Crystion jumps down from his horse, his boots getting wed soil all on the soles. He steps into the dim environment of the inn.*
Inn Keeper: Will you be needing a room for the night?
Crystion: No. Just some food and drink and I'll be on my way.
*The Inn Keeper goes into a back room to fetch the items that Crystion asked for. Then a familiar face greets Crystion.*
Crystion: Horton.
*Horton was an old servant who used to serve under Crystion but left after attempting to kill Crystion.*
Horton: I'm 'ere to finish what I started. *He draws a blade, long and sharp.*
Crystion: I've no longer any quarrel with you. *He too draws a blade.* Now go!
*Horton lunges, but Crystion swipes his blade across, shoving Horton's away. Horton swipes but Crystion blocks and counters by driving his sword into Horton's knee. Horton collapses. Crystion pulls the blade out.*
Crystion: No need for the food, but you can use the money to get someone to clean up.
(My apologies if that isn't what you needed. I fancy myself as an author so I tend to draw stuff out and over do it.)
Background:
(I'm working on it at the moment and will be posted tomorrow.)
Your characters first and last name are not very lore friendly, here is a list of Nord names
Please expand the RP example. The combat portion should be a bit longer. Horton is also not a lore friendly name.
Denied, needs fixing
Please repost when you finish the application
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Maro d' Vingi
Nickname: Maro, Marovingi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Black scaled, orange feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of light blue. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river Maro gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. Maro sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. Maro's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at Maro with a sense of urgency.
Maro whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to Maro's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. Maro suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
Maro, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. Maro patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
Marovingi, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
Maro flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with Maro on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. Maro shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, Maro closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: Marovingi comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Maro left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Marovingi in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Maro reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Maro to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
Marovingi took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the armor he found, cleaned and well maintained, and surprisingly working well as a means of light protection. And of course, the basic items for long travels were brought as well.
(the armor is not in game armor, just an explanation for my character appearance in game since I like to think that what my mine craft character looks like is my character, and I run around in a samurai armor skin. It has no affects or magical nonsense, just a lore(?) explanation maybe?)
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
The name is not very lore friendly. I suggest searching argonian names and finding one that you would enjoy!
Maybe go into a bit more detail of his childhood
Though you have a lore explanation, samurai armor does not seem lore friendly for an Argonian to wear at all times. I suggest finding a good Argonian skin and adding your own clothing to him. Possibly in game you can employ a smith to make you the armor, which you could then wear as a skin.
Denied, needs fixing
OOC: IGN: keene308 Age: 17 turning 18 Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out. IC: Name: Sappherious Sarumon Nickname: Sapphire Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.) Gender: Female Race: Altmer (High Elves) Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest. Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it. In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Marrowind. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted and raised into salvery at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to carry the head of the man into the house where he lived. "No survivors" She would mumble as she threw the head of the husband at the wife and hearing her scream in terror. Sappheiros then silenced the women by breaking her neck with her axe.
As the turned to leave, she saw the childrens of the family by the door. They were sobbing and their eyes were red. As she approached them, they were frozen with fear, unable to defend themselves, Sappheiros calmed them by singing alittle melody and leading them to the roof top. Her song was not a song of love, or passion. It was a song of suffering. The days when the children's parents set her to work and gave her little to no money to buy food. The days when she would have to starve herself just because one of the owners were angry. Or the days when the owners would torture her for the fun of seeing her in pain. Sappheiros learnt that there is no place for mercy. Feeling the hatred of the owners boiling up, she didn't want the children to live. "No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within Marrowind, she hones in on her skills with the axe with laborious jobs. As the months pass, she moved from a simple farmer to being an apprentice of the blacksmith. There she learnt to forge swords, then use them.
However, that did not last long. The city was soon attacked by the Argonian and Sappheiros was carried over to Black Marsh as a captive of war. However, the Argonians did not put Sappheiros in the same cage as the Dunmers, they put her in a cell of her own. After a few days of discussing the fate of Sappheiros, the Argonians decided to let her go as a free women. Sappheiros had a better plan. She wanted to enlist in the Argonian army, where she could gain new skills. The Argonians put Sappheiros into the ranks of archery as her skills with the bow were naturally better then normal Argonians.
After months of training, Sappheiros had honed her archery skills and decided to leave the military in search of a better, less tedious life. Travelling from town to town, she would often visiting the local tavern and hear rumors and stories of the 9 divines. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
Skooma kills!
Ok. So I have changed things in here and should satisfy the denials.
The name is not very lore friendly. I suggest searching argonian names and finding one that you would enjoy!
Maybe go into a bit more detail of his childhood
Though you have a lore explanation, samurai armor does not seem lore friendly for an Argonian to wear at all times. I suggest finding a good Argonian skin and adding your own clothing to him. Possibly in game you can employ a smith to make you the armor, which you could then wear as a skin.
Denied, needs fixing
I will look for some good Argonian skin, and the changes have been made per what you said. I can tweak more if needed.
OOC: Marovingi, Mason, Maro
IGN: Marovingi
Age: 22
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Cyrodilic: He-Who-Whispers, Black Marsh Name: Tul-Percles
Nickname: Whisper, Tul
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Green scaled, light orange/tan feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of an orange color. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river He-Who-Whispers gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. He-Who-Whispers sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. He-Who-Whispers's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at He-Who-Whispers with a sense of urgency.
He-Who-Whispers whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to He-Who-Whispers's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. He-Who-Whispers suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
He-Who-Whispers, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. He-Who-Whispers patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
He-Who-Whispers, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
He-Who-Whispers flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with He-Who-Whispers on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. He-Who-Whispers shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, He-Who-Whispers closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: He-Who-Whispers comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe. He was taught, in his early days, when one would ingest the sap, how to hunt, and survive. Hunting became second nature, and strong connection with nature and respect for the world was built early into his mind. Every evening, after a hint, his tribe would commune with the Hist, and think deeply of their existence and all the life around them. Whisper's life changed though, when he traveled to the closest city nearby with his fellow tribe. There they encountered many things strange and foreign, and that is where whisper met his first foreigner. Whisper was not quite sure who or what this creature was from afar, with its dark skin and hearing horns coming from the sides of its head. Nevertheless, whenever Whisper joined his tribes-people in trading with the city locals, the dark creature would tell tales of lands and wonderful ruins beyond the darkness of the land.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Whisper left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Whispers in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Whispers reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Whispers to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
He-Who-Whispers took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the basic items for long travels, a blank book, and a blank mindset open for new ventures.
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
OOC: IGN: keene308 Age: 17 turning 18 Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out. IC: Name: Sappherious Sarumon Nickname: Sapphire Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.) Gender: Female Race: Altmer (High Elves) Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest. Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it. In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Marrowind. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted and raised into salvery at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to carry the head of the man into the house where he lived. "No survivors" She would mumble as she threw the head of the husband at the wife and hearing her scream in terror. Sappheiros then silenced the women by breaking her neck with her axe.
As the turned to leave, she saw the childrens of the family by the door. They were sobbing and their eyes were red. As she approached them, they were frozen with fear, unable to defend themselves, Sappheiros calmed them by singing alittle melody and leading them to the roof top. Her song was not a song of love, or passion. It was a song of suffering. The days when the children's parents set her to work and gave her little to no money to buy food. The days when she would have to starve herself just because one of the owners were angry. Or the days when the owners would torture her for the fun of seeing her in pain. Sappheiros learnt that there is no place for mercy. Feeling the hatred of the owners boiling up, she didn't want the children to live. "No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within Marrowind, she hones in on her skills with the axe with laborious jobs. As the months pass, she moved from a simple farmer to being an apprentice of the blacksmith. There she learnt to forge swords, then use them.
However, that did not last long. The city was soon attacked by the Argonian and Sappheiros was carried over to Black Marsh as a captive of war. However, the Argonians did not put Sappheiros in the same cage as the Dunmers, they put her in a cell of her own. After a few days of discussing the fate of Sappheiros, the Argonians decided to let her go as a free women. Sappheiros had a better plan. She wanted to enlist in the Argonian army, where she could gain new skills. The Argonians put Sappheiros into the ranks of archery as her skills with the bow were naturally better then normal Argonians.
After months of training, Sappheiros had honed her archery skills and decided to leave the military in search of a better, less tedious life. Travelling from town to town, she would often visiting the local tavern and hear rumors and stories of the 9 divines. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
Skooma kills!
Ok. So I have changed things in here and should satisfy the denials.
O_o That is one disturbing application, Accepted! I can not wait to RP with this character!
I will look for some good Argonian skin, and the changes have been made per what you said. I can tweak more if needed.
OOC: Marovingi, Mason, Maro
IGN: Marovingi
Age: 22
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Cyrodilic: He-Who-Whispers, Black Marsh Name: Tul-Percles
Nickname: Whisper, Tul
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Green scaled, light orange/tan feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of an orange color. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river He-Who-Whispers gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. He-Who-Whispers sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. He-Who-Whispers's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at He-Who-Whispers with a sense of urgency.
He-Who-Whispers whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to He-Who-Whispers's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. He-Who-Whispers suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
He-Who-Whispers, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. He-Who-Whispers patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
He-Who-Whispers, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
He-Who-Whispers flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with He-Who-Whispers on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. He-Who-Whispers shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, He-Who-Whispers closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: He-Who-Whispers comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe. He was taught, in his early days, when one would ingest the sap, how to hunt, and survive. Hunting became second nature, and strong connection with nature and respect for the world was built early into his mind. Every evening, after a hint, his tribe would commune with the Hist, and think deeply of their existence and all the life around them. Whisper's life changed though, when he traveled to the closest city nearby with his fellow tribe. There they encountered many things strange and foreign, and that is where whisper met his first foreigner. Whisper was not quite sure who or what this creature was from afar, with its dark skin and hearing horns coming from the sides of its head. Nevertheless, whenever Whisper joined his tribes-people in trading with the city locals, the dark creature would tell tales of lands and wonderful ruins beyond the darkness of the land.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Whisper left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Whispers in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Whispers reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Whispers to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
He-Who-Whispers took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the basic items for long travels, a blank book, and a blank mindset open for new ventures.
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
Accepted! Fantastic application, I can not wait to see you on the server!
Why us? : I was referred by a friend, and I have always been a very big fan of the elder scrolls and serious roleplay
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing: Roleplay is when one person assumes the role of a fictional character or a character they have created in a fictional setting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is when one finds out something out of character and uses that information in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: This is when your character is basically like God. So you always win in every situation and give no fair advantage.
IC:
Name : Redis of Bruma
Nickname: Red
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: White, Around 6ft 5 tall, fairly weak physically, dark brown hair and brown eyes he normally wears a simple red hood and robe
Personality: He is very easily annoyed when people try to get in his way, he has a very short temper and likes to stay focused in his work he will do anything to finish a project or something he may be working on, if anyone hurts or damages anything he cares for or requires for his needs he will get angry but violence is a last option for him he much prefers to settle things by tongue.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Red is walking down a road in his travels, when he hears the rattling of leaves from a nearby bush*
Red: Hmm?
*Red readies his hand to cast a simple fireball*
*A large wolf, almost the size of a bear rose out of the bush, it’s mouth quivered and slavered in hunger*
*The wolf leaped at Red tearing at his robe leaving a sizeable hole*
*Red shoves the wolf back and launches the fireball at the wolf, ingulfing it’s fur in flames*
*The wolf falls to the ground and lays there dead from the large amount of flame burning away at it*
Red: Hmm..that one was larger than the average wolf…
*Red continues walking, keeping an eye out for any extra wolves which may try to avenge their fallen comrade*
Background:
He was born in a simple nord family, his father was a blacksmith for the local town Red’s father always wanted him to follow in his footsteps and take his place as the blacksmith of the town but Red was far more interested in the different schools of magic as a child he would watch mages engage in combat and sneak into nearby mages guild outlets and see what they were creating, he had a rough time in his home town of burma he was not very socially accepted, his father would constantly try to get him to work at the forge but red would avoid it as much as he could so he could watch the mages engage in combat, he would read books about wizards and gods who all had very high magical abilities, he would admire them and constantly talk about them in his daily conversations with the few friends he had.His mother was over protective and would confiscate his magical books and items, she backed the idea of red being a blacksmith like his father.
Red left home at the age of 15 to go out a learn about the different schools of magic he wandered all of tamriel searching for somewhere he could learn the different magic schools and ways to become a powerful mage, red has tried entering many different colleges for magic but never got a long with anyone in them. So he moved on to learning magic himself from finding books and scrolls, He lived in a small shanty in skyrim for a while, he would sit In there reading the books and scrolls he had found honing is magic skills to try and become better at each magical school. Eventually red grew sick of his shanty in skyrim and travelled to Akavir hoping to find a new place to live and expand his studies further hoping to learn new spells and new ways of using his magic to help and assist others as well as defending himself from danger he is hoping to make some new friends and stay out of harms way,he is hasn't fought in many battles before other than the occasional bandit or wolf.
Powergaming definition is slightly off, It can be found in the rules!
Name is not very lore friendly for a Nord. Some lore friendly names can be found here
Please expand the RP example.
Wandering all over a chaotic Tamriel at the age of 15? I do not think so.
How did he suddenly get to Skyrim?
How did he find out about Akavir?
how did he get to Akavir?
How did he learn the magic used in the RP example? Magic must also be accepted on another app on our forums!
Denied, needs fixing
Why us: I believe that an elder scrolls server should be about role-play not building, we don't have that in any Elder Scrolls game.
Time dedicated : 1 hours - 5 hours.
Define role-play: I think role-play should be felling your in the players shoes.You should be able to smell and fell anything around you like your there.
Define meta-gaming: Is using information your player should know.
Define power-gaming: Doing something that is impossible or very hard Or killing or controlling people without the acting it out . Eg killing many people in 1 head shot or taking 20 shots and die.
Name:Adeber Morven
Age:22
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:He is a fit man.He has dark brow hair covering half his face.He has pale skin with no scars or nothing else notable.He wears grey old robes .He has a lucky ring on his middle finger(nothing to do with magic but his momther gave it to him so he thinks its lucky.He didn't sell it because it's the last thing left of his mom. He has not much hair on his body.He has dark green eyes.From sailing to get to Akavir he has a small beard.He is about 5 foot 4 inches
Weapons:none(but can use a bow)
Personality:Adeber is a small town man.He doesn't know too much about the world but he still knows never to steal or kill.He is not the most clever person in the world but he tries his hardest.
Action RP fight:
Adeber walks around the forest by his barn searching for his first prey to eat for diner when he hears something in the bushes. He aims his bow into the bush.
Adeber:come out deer (whispers)
He catches something black out the corner of his eye.He starts his hunt running past trees and over bushes.He aims his first arrow into the belly of the beast when he notices its a man with a bag of fresh fruits.
Man: you will never get your fruit back.(The man laughs)
Adeber:( Runs as fast as he can) come back, come ba-(A dagger shoots across Adeber face cutting his cheek
Man:I do not want to hurt you.
Adeber:( Shoots 1 and arrow) No I missed.(he shoots many more after but miss) (he then shoots another arrow it hits the man's bag onto a tree trunk)
Man: err lucky shot (now pulling 2 daggers from his pockets)
The man throws himself at Adeber.Slashing the daggers around.
Adeber:(Thinking) He's going to cut me, I have to stop him
Adeber starts swinging his bow after about 5 misses Adeber hits the man around the face with his bow.After this he kicks him in the belly.The man is too winded to get up after this.
Back story:Adeber's mother died while giving birth.He now has her ring. Adeber has grown up on a farm west of Solitude its been a very boring life on the farm nothing interesting has happens but yet he still try's his best to keep up with his fitness.He trains every day with his bow shooting cattle and deer in the wood.His father made him learn control ,his father would hold the string while he would hold the arrow when he was young to learn how to hold the arrow right. Every so often he will go down to Solitude (which he thinks is another world once he steps through the gate because its so busy.When he went on these trips as a little boy he would go with his dad.He always remembered his father saying "never talk to anyone on the street."As he got older he started to walk by himself.He would walk and see many horrible thing like soldiers beating people and even one time soldiers killing a person.He never knew what they were so mean until one afternoon in the summer he went to sell some fresh goods when someone came by Knocking him over spilling his food.The man then picked up many of the fruit that fell down stuffing them in his bag until 2 heavily armed solders cam grabbing the man.He was returned his food but that day he noticed that some people are just bad and there is a reason to punish people.He then he thought what the man must of done to get killed.He could only think of horrible things. Even though he was never allowed to talk to strangers he still met one young Nord like himself.This young nord would tell very good jokes and stories his father has told him.As they grow up they became very good friends.One day the friend asked would you like to explore the world. Adeber replied yes.His friend started to say great stories that his father told him about beasts, gold and more. Adeber wanted to explore these land and begged his friend to tell him where to go to find these lands.After awhile of searching for a perfect ship.He set of with nothing but rags because he had to sell all his clothes to get enough money to Afford the ship. So with nothing but food Adeber Morven travelled to Akavir...
Thank you again for your time.I know I have failed a few times but i hope this one is different.
SkOOMA kills
P.S some of the text is highlighted because it is from my own post.And again I am sorry about doing so many apps(4) I have looked over this app and I cant find any mistakes but i will leave that for you to decide
new version of the app hope these tweaks are to your liking
As I said before, their are still multiple traces of powergaming in your RP example, such as shooting three arrows in one move, etc.
Probably should have said this before but why would he leave without his parents consent? Wanting to explore is not a very good motive to leave your entire continent without consulting your parents.
Denied, needs fixing
IGN: DogHunter50
Age: 17
Why us?: The best RP server I've ever seen
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet
Define Role-Playing in your words: Engaging in the actions and feelings of a fictional character in usually a fantasy setting
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of game information etc. to affect in-game actions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Interacting with games in an above level way that follows the rules, but is not in the spirit of the game
Name: Cristus Harensen
Age: 23
Gender: M
Race: Nord
Appearance: A young, tall man, with dirty brown hair that falls over his eyes. He wears standard clothing, but his most distinctive piece of clothing is a red cloak bearing a family crest
Personality: Tends to be silent and caring, and choses his family over the Empire and rulers. He finds it hard to trust other men as well and can show his cruel, dark side when he must
In-game RP Fight example:
*An dark, stormy night surrounds the lonely inn on the road. Cristus jumps down from his horse, his boots getting wed soil all on the soles. He steps into the dim environment of the inn.*
Inn Keeper: Will you be needing a room for the night?
Cristus: No. Just some food and drink and I'll be on my way.
*The Inn Keeper goes into a back room to fetch the items that Cristus asked for. Then a familiar face greets Cristus.*
Cristus: Hastrel
*Hastrel was an old servant who used to serve under Cristus but left after attempting to kill him.*
Hastrel: I'm 'ere to finish what I started. *He draws a blade, long and sharp.*
Cristus: I've no longer any quarrel with you. *He too draws a blade.* Now go!
*Hastrel lunges, but Cristus swipes his blade across, shoving Hastrel's away. Hastrel swipes but Cristus blocks and counters by driving his sword into Hastrel's knee. Horton collapses. Cristus pulls the blade out.*
Cristus: No need for the food, but you can use the money to get someone to clean up.
*As he sttempts to leave, Hastrel leaps up, and, taking Cristus by surprise, pulls him to the ground. The two struggle on the ground and Hastrel pins Cristus below him, drawing up a dagger on the floor.*
Hastrel: Yield?
Cristus: Never.
*Cristus brings his knee into Hastrel's groin, who then rolls to the side. Cristus stands back up and gathers himself. He then pulls Hastrel to his feet and shoves him into the table behind him. Hastrel cries out as he collides with it. Cristus picks his sword off the ground and the proceeds to leave, however Hastrel brings a broken table leg into the back of Cristus knee. He collapses to the ground. Hastrel gets his dagger back and prepares to plunge it into Cristus' neck. Through the pain, Cristus spins around, swiping his sword. It cuts into Hastrel's leg and after pulling the blade out, stands and brings it into Hastrel's neck.*
Background:
(I wrote this assuming that the Greybeards are still alive)
Cristus was born a ******* to a leader of old Nordic family and the landlady of an inn in Ivarstead. He spent the first sixteen years of his life living with his mother. The only thing he had that would remind him of his father was an ebony dagger that his father left for him engraved with Cristus name in dwarven runes. Being in the shadow of the Throat of the World, Cristus had always dreamed of one day making the pilgrimage to the monastery on top. At sixteen, he was given this chance.
The usual courier had injured his back in a farming incident, and was therefore unable to make the journey to the top. Cristus volunteered to make the journey, much to his mother's protests. Even so, the following week Cristus prepared himself for the journey to the top of the mountain. At sunrise, on Middas, during the worst days of winter, Cristus began to climb the Thousand Steps up the large mountain. Halfway up, he was hit by a blizzard and forced to make camp in an outcropping. During the night, a frost troll descended on Cristus. Surprised, Cristus struggled to pull the ebony dagger from its sheath. The frost troll roared and swiped at Cristus, but before it could come into contact, an arrow pierced its chest. As it fell, Cristus saw the killer, but the blizzard hid their face. Before he could give thanks or step forward, the figure fled. Distracted by questions on who the figure was, Cristus made his way slowly up the rest of the way.
When he returned to Ivarstead, Cristus asked his mother for his father's location, believing that he was the mysterious figure. With a map and horse, left the only home he had ever known to the home he had never had. Upon arriving, he was shocked to discover that his father was dead and his half-sister had taken over the homestead. After explaining his story to her, his half-sister Ane invited him to stay, even offering a place for his mother. For the few years, he stayed at the homestead with his mother, taken over matters while his sister was away. However, a rival family ordered, in secret, to have Ane and all her household murdered so they could take their lands. To carry out this task, they had a Imperial infiltrate the household and carry this out. The Imperial, Hastrel, carried out this task, killing the household off secretly, one by one. Even so, Cristus managed to route out Hastrel, who, in his escape, stabbed Cristus' mother. Upset and angry, and with the majority of the household dead, Cristus fled to Solitude to report to his half-sister. Upon his arrival, Cristus discovered that his half-sister had been poisoned during a feast.
Cristus went back to the homestead, ordered the rest of the household to leave and then gathered his own belongings and left to find his sister's killer, his mother's killer and that mysterious figure from so many years ago. So he left Tamriel to go to Akavir, believing he can somehow find these people.
I do not believe family crests exist in TES.
How can he get right back up after taking a table leg to the back of his knee? He would odds are drop his own blade, allowing the other man to kill him.
How does he have an Ebony dagger? Ebony is one of the rarest weapon materials in Nirn, only used by very Elite warriors. Not to mention how his father would know dwemer.
A single arrow would not kill a troll of any kind. It would take many arrows to.
A 16 year old boy walking a path that many have died on? And surviving? I doubt it
Where did he leave to? How did he discover his father was dead? I am going to need a little bit more info on that.
Why would a rival family go as far as to killing them? He can not be of noble birth, therefore his family would not be a real target to be eliminated.
How did he travel around Skyrim with ease? It is in chaos. Travelling to Solitude and back would be a difficult task.
How did he find out about Akavir?
How did he get to Akavir?
I will need a better reason for him to go then hunting two people who do not exist on the server.
Denied, needs fixing
IGN: Deathcymbol
Age: 17
Why us?: I thought this looked like a cool rp server to join
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: not yet, after this.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is when someone creates a character then plays as them as if they were that character
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is making use of knowledge that your character doesnt know
Define Power-gaming in your words: basically overpowering other people giving no chance for fair battles
IC:
Name: Rodastyr
Nickname: Lobo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Short Brown hair, dark brown eyes, brown beard, shirtless, leather shorts and leather boots.
Personality: Optimistic, charismatic, sociable, hot-headed, suspicious of others, likes to hunt, greedy, selfish, opportunistic, likes to do things himself and with friends, has trust issues, can't let people get too close, and is manipulative
In-game RP Fight example: *A man runs up to Lobo as he leaves a tavern*
Man: "Sir! Help, please help!"
Lobo: "What is it?" *Lobo turns, looking confused at the man*
Man: "Those guys in the bar just stole my wallet! You look tough. I don't have any money, but I would be eternally grateful if you could help me!"
Lobo: *smirks down at the man* "And why should I help you?"
Man: "Because they stole your wallet too!"
Lobo: *pats his waist realizing he left his wallet on the table in the bar. He looks up in shock at this and dashes into the bar*
Thieves: "Hey look! Its the moron who left his wallet!"
Lobo: *Without speaking a word grabs the first of two thieves and holds him against the wall* "I don't care about this wart behind me, give me my wallet now."
Other thief: *comes up behind Lobo attempting to stab him in the side, missing as Lobo turns and catching him in the arm*
Lobo: *shouts in wrath at this, throwing the first thief into the second causing them both to fall over a table*
Thieves: *attempt to get to their feet, but they are badly bruised from their clash with the table*
Lobo: "I won't ask again" *pulls the knife from his arm and throws it at the first man attempting to land it in the table behind them making for a show, but it just bounces off and lands nearby to the second thief, who doesn't even try to reach for it*
Thieves: "Fine! Fine! Take the wallets!" *they grunt painfully as they say this, throwing Lobo and the other man their money"
Lobo: *stumbles out of the bar holding his arm as blood trickles over his side*
Man: "We need to get you to a healer"
Lobo: "You don't say..."
Background: He was born in Skyrim to an orphanage. Lobo never really knew his parents. Being that his head mistress was a very mean woman, she made he and his fellow orphan brothers and sisters work endlessly on what felt like made-up chores. Lobo made friends in the orphanage by the names of Dellia (a nord), and Damien (also a nord). Lobo carried on this way for some time. When he reached the age of eightteen, the head mistress threw him out of the orphanage, as he was no longer her responsibility. Homeless on the streets of Riften, Lobo had to find work any way he could. He became a sellsword for the thieves guild presence in Riften. His job was simple. Eliminate anyone who causes trouble for the guild. About once a month, Lobo would be given a list of names regarding people in the region that proved problematic to the guild and needed to be disposed of, in addition to snitches and other loose ends that the guild wanted taken care of. In this way he learned to wield a sword. His first few months on the street had made him tough, and watching the blacksmith work from his forge across the street from his usual begging spot near the market had given him an interest in metallurgy and its products. Lobo liked to wield a sword. He liked the feeling of a weapon in his hands, an extension of his own arm designed solely to kill his enemies. He had grown in his late childhood to often contemplate killing the head mistress of the orphanage, and now he could if he wanted. But he was more focussed on his job, and Lobo made good money as a sellsword. As his experience increased he began getting contracts from other people in the city, and soon the region. His contracts took him all across Skyrim on raids, retrievals, and revenge missions. Soon Lobo had seen much of the land he'd called home. And he had a steady flow of work coming in. However, a day soon came when Lobo would have to leave Skyrim forever. It turns out that one of the men that Lobo had killed in his line of work was really a Dark Brotherhood contract. He had broken a contract, and in doing so, incurred the wrath of sithis as they say. Lobo feared little, but he was no fool. He took what money he had and what possessions he had and he headed to the docks in Dawnstar. This journey was perilous as the Dawnstar Dark Brotherhood sanctuary lay nearby. But Lobo had to get out of Skyrim quickly. He had no time to waste in travelling upriver from Windhelm. He had to travel directly north and east through the sea of ghosts. So he got to the port and asked the portmaster where a man may go from Skyrim that is far, far away, over sea so far that to pursue would be an effort not worth the reward. And the portmaster issued his answer. "You must go to Akavir, boy. A land across the waves I've heard much talk of here in the port lately. Six months to the east and full of all the opportunity a young heart could desire. Go to Akavir, child. Go and live life anew!" And with that, Lobo had his answer. He payed his fare with his last job's wages, and he headed across the sea. The journey was perilous, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to return. he wasn't sure if he'd want to.
Why us: I believe that an elder scrolls server should be about role-play not building, we don't have that in any Elder Scrolls game.
Time dedicated : 1 hours - 5 hours.
Define role-play: I think role-play should be felling your in the players shoes.You should be able to smell and fell anything around you like your there.
Define meta-gaming: Is using information your player should know.
Define power-gaming: Doing something that is impossible or very hard Or killing or controlling people without the acting it out . Eg killing many people in 1 head shot or taking 20 shots and die.
Name:Adeber Morven
Age:22
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:He is a fit man.He has dark brow hair covering half his face.He has pale skin with no scars or nothing else notable.He wears grey old robes .He has a lucky ring on his middle finger(nothing to do with magic but his momther gave it to him so he thinks its lucky.He didn't sell it because it's the last thing left of his mom. He has not much hair on his body.He has dark green eyes.From sailing to get to Akavir he has a small beard.He is about 5 foot 4 inches
Weapons:none(but can use a bow)
Personality:Adeber is a small town man.He doesn't know too much about the world but he still knows never to steal or kill.He is not the most clever person in the world but he tries his hardest.
Action RP fight:
Adeber walks around the forest by his barn searching for his first prey to eat for diner when he hears something in the bushes. He aims his bow into the bush.
Adeber:come out deer (whispers)
He catches something black out the corner of his eye.He starts his hunt running past trees and over bushes.He aims his first arrow into the belly of the beast when he notices its a man with a bag of fresh fruits.
Man: you will never get your fruit back.(The man laughs)
Adeber:( Runs as fast as he can) come back, come ba-(A dagger shoots across Adeber face cutting his cheek
Man:I do not want to hurt you.
Adeber:( Shoots 1 arrow) No I missed.(Then misses with many arrows he draws speratly) (he then shoots another arrow it hits the man's bag onto a tree trunk)
Man: err lucky shot (now pulling 2 daggers from his pockets)
The man throws himself at Adeber.Slashing the daggers around.
Adeber:(Thinking) He's going to cut me, I have to stop him
Adeber starts swinging his bow after about 5 misses Adeber hits the man around the face with his bow.After this he kicks him in the belly.The man is too winded to get up after this.
Back story:Adeber's mother died while giving birth.He now has her ring. Adeber has grown up on a farm west of Solitude its been a very boring life on the farm nothing interesting has happens but yet he still try's his best to keep up with his fitness.He trains every day with his bow shooting cattle and deer in the wood.His father made him learn control ,his father would hold the string while he would hold the arrow when he was young to learn how to hold the arrow right. Every so often he will go down to Solitude (which he thinks is another world once he steps through the gate because its so busy.When he went on these trips as a little boy he would go with his dad.He always remembered his father saying "never talk to anyone on the street."As he got older he started to walk by himself.He would walk and see many horrible thing like soldiers beating people and even one time soldiers killing a person.He never knew what they were so mean until one afternoon in the summer he went to sell some fresh goods when someone came by Knocking him over spilling his food.The man then picked up many of the fruit that fell down stuffing them in his bag until 2 heavily armed solders cam grabbing the man.He was returned his food but that day he noticed that some people are just bad and there is a reason to punish people.He then he thought what the man must of done to get killed.He could only think of horrible things. Even though he was never allowed to talk to strangers he still met one young Nord like himself.This young nord would tell very good jokes and stories his father has told him.As they grow up they became very good friends.One day the friend asked would you like to explore the world. Adeber replied yes.His friend started to say great stories that his father told him about beasts, gold and more. Adeber wanted to explore these land and begged his friend to tell him where to go to find these lands because he wanted to prove his mother and father that he could be more than a farmer He said good bye to his momther and father who had always wanted him to live a new life because they always hoped there son could have a better life.After awhile of searching for a perfect ship.He set of with nothing but rags because he had to sell all his clothes to get enough money to Afford the ship. So with nothing but food Adeber Morven travelled to Akavir...
Thank you again for your time.I know I have failed a few times but i hope this one is different.
SkOOMA kills
P.S some of the text is highlighted because it is from my own post.And again I am sorry about doing so many apps(5) I have looked over this app and I cant find any mistakes but i will leave that for you to decide
new version of the app hope these tweaks are to your liking
Meta Gaming is wrong.
Please put a personality not a list of knowledge of the world.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
9/23/2011
Posts:
127
Minecraft:
MissMurder_
Xbox:
XxAngelgir1xX
Member Details
OOC:
IGN: angelgirlx617
Age: 13
Why us?: I love the skyrim series and minecraft. I also absolutely love roleplaying so I think this server will be great
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but after posting this I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as someone else in a fantasy way. Like making a character and acting as them in different ways
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is knowing something OOC and using it IC when your character couldn't have possibly known
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player is over powered or being unrealistic while roleplaying.
IC:
Name: Aelana
Engarname: (Optional) Don't have one yet :3
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Aelana has long red hair and dark green eyes. She wears a casual white shirt and brown shorts.
Personality: Aelana is usually trying to show off her strength,and being fierce. She'll take anyone on in a fight,and will be careless about it. However,if not showing off or fighting, Aelana is actually a kind and nice young woman who cares for her younger brother,Engar.
n-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog) A thief jumps out in front of Aelana and her brother as they are walking through a forest. Thief: Give me all your money no one gets hurt! Aelana: The only one who'll be getting hurt here will be YOU if you don't scram. The thief laughs and spits at Aelana's feet. Aelana: You're gonna regret that.. Aelana unsheathes her long sword and grins as she charges towards the thief The thief unsheathes a short sword and slashes at Aelana Aelana dodges the attack and swings at the thief The thief ducks,the sword missing him,and swipes at Aelana's feet In attempt to dodge,Aelana steps back,but isn't fast enough,one of her feet get cut,and she falls down The thief laughs as he grabs the coin sack off her belt,and runs away Aelana: Damn..
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Aelana and Engar lived in a large town.Many citizens their were poor,but were always given money by Aelana and Engar's kind parents.The town was surrounded by a forest and around the forest,more towns lay.The manor they lived in was on the perimeter of the forest.The manor was large,due to the amount of money their family had. They were somewhat rich.The family was loved by many because of their kindness and hospitality. Their love however,also made them targets of many... Engar and Aelana would constantly bicker,but when travelers came to visit the manor they lived in,they were always on their best behaviors. The family lived in peace for many years. Aelana took interest in sword fighting,and combat. Even though it was not a girls sport,her parents encouraged it. She was taught ever since she was 10 by her father. However,Engar liked making art and practiced archery.The one thing they both liked were the woods. It was the only other time they wouldn't argue.They would race and explore high and low and hunt together. The family lived together many years in harmony. One night however, that all changed.
Aelana and Engar were sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" They yelled. They could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispers as her lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Aelana was next. They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. They covered their ears and ran away from the burning home. They had trouble surviving. They were used to having food on their plates everyday,and having warm,soft beds.Word had went around about the burning. Many claimed it was a tribe of orcs that started the fire. Some said it was some Khajiit. Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,they heard about Akavir in a tavern,and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later and start a new life. They purchased large amounts of food,and Aelana got a better sword and bought another bow for Engar,for his burned in the fire. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food they bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Aelana was extremely sea sick,and Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would now do.
OOC:
IGN :AirsickRaptor0
Age: 13
Why us?: My cousin showed me this server,and I love skyrim so I really want to join with her.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but when I finish I will!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as another character that you made up
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is your character knowing something that they couldn't have known even if you know in real life.
Define Power-gaming in your words :Power-gaming is when a character is over powered
IC:
Name: Engar
Engarname: (Optional)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Engar has shaggy,long,black hair and dark green eyes like his sister. He wears a dark grey shirt with a brown jacket over it with brown pants. He wears a green cap on his head,with brown green shoes to match it.
Personality: Engar is kind,and isn't a showoff like his sister. He's kind of quiet,but will fight if needed to. He usually avoids it though. He's more of a diplomat than a fighter. He usually tries keeping his sister from fighting,but usually fails in doing so. He's quite the gentleman.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: Oi! You there! Give me your money! Engar: Listen,if you could just calm down.. Thief: Shut up and give me your money. Engar throws 2 coins on the floor at his feet and says,with a poker face, Engar: There's my money, Thief: I know there is more@ Now give it up! A guard walks over to the two,and says with a harsh voice Guard: What's going on here? Engar: Oh,it's just this man here is trying to rob me of my money,which you can see- *points at the two coins* I have not much of. Guard: You. You're coming with me. The guard grabs the thief by the arm and drags him away while Engar grins,clutching his nearly full coin sack. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Engar lived with his sister and parents in a large manor,surrounded by trees.The town they lived in had many poor citizens,and few rich ones. Engar's family was one of the richer ones. Engar and his sister would constantly bicker,and this annoyed their parents.However,they were on their best behaviors when visiters would come to their home,hearing of the kindness this family was filled with. The forest was another peaceful place where him and Aelana,his older sister, wouldn't argue. Engar loved to practice his archery and collect clay for his pots in the forest,along with finding things to paint here. He loved art.Whether it be painting,creating clay objects,or making music,he loved it. The family lived in harmony for many years. But one day,everything changed.
Engar was sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" he heard his sister yell.He could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Engar found Aelana,who was sobbing hard. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispered as he lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Engar watched her sister drop down after him.They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. Engar covered his ears and ran away from the burning home,his sister doing the same. After a few days,they shakily got back on their feet.Word had went around about the burning.Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,Engar and Aelana were in a tavern when they heard some men talking about Akavir and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later. Engar purchased tons of food and supplies while his sister bought some weapons. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food he bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would do now.
OOC IGN: GamePlayya Age: 17 Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is essentially cheating by using the game's rules against it and using superfluous loopholes to do better than other gamers that have/are not using such things. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is playing the game to simply be the best the fastest way possible in only one direction instead of taking your time to slowly and efficiently master almost everything.
IC Name: Jake Marlson Dowsing Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines) Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something) In-game RP Fight example:
Jake and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Jake looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Jake says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Jake shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Jake, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Jake and the orc, but it is too late for them. Jake takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Jake cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Jake Marlson Dowsing is the son of a couple that lived in Skyrim, down in the Lakeview Manor, just outside of the rebuilt Riften. At the age of eight, he was playing outside of their home when, all of a sudden, he and his sister Mara were kidnapped by bandits. His father came to save them, only to be brutally killed by several trolls that the bandits had captured. The trolls, however, escaped, bandits chasing them. Alone, he managed to escape the cavern of the bandits and make it to Windhelm, where he was taken in by the Khajiits just outside the city.
After recovering for about a week, they set off to go back to Lakeview Manor, but once there, he saw that the bandits had burned his home to the ground. For all he knew, his whole family was dead. The Khajiits took him under their wing and taught him how to wield a blade, bargain in markets, sneak around, survive in the wild, etc. (which is how he has the scars along his face, for he got attacked by a Sabre Cat). At the age of 25, he received word that the bandits of his childhood were found running around in Akavir. He set off on his journey to take revenge on the bandits for what they had done to him. He believes that his mother and sister are still alive somewhere, hopefully in Akavir... waiting for him to come home.
IGN:
sswe902 Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature) Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own. Define Meta-gaming in your words:
A game inside a game, where you choose to do one thing when there are so many other things to do. Define Power-gaming in your words:
??? I'm sorry what does this mean ???
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me) Age:
24, young, but old enough. Gender:
Male Race:
Breton Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand. In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
I was born sometime in late June. My mother was so proud that her baby was a boy, so I could pass on the family legacy. I
giggled, as babies do, and she lay me in a cradle. that's the last I remember of my mother. I remember a scream, she said "Take me, just don't hurt my son." The man laughed, and then I heard silence.
I grew up in a small house in the middle of nowhere, which is everywhere. We had a huge tree outside the front door that I loved
to climb. I climbed higher and higher each day. The day that I just knew I would make it to the top was the day my uncle Krete said we couldn't leave the house. If I asked him why, he'd just shake his head and sit in his rocking chair he had spent months carving from some nearby oak tree. I laughed and said "C'mon, Uncle Krete, just let my climb my tree!" he shook his head. I didn't understand. Later that day, while everyone was busy, I sneaked outside and climbed my tree. Before I hit the tops of the other trees, all was fine. But then, I climbed the last lengths. what I saw around me, I hate to say.about two leagues away to the west, I saw a huge fire where my best friend, Mellkorn, lived. Then and there I knew I couldn't stay there, I had to do something. My uncle and aunt didn't even know I was out side, and I was already sprinting to the fire. I got as close as I could, then looked around for the problem, and I found a group of men. I still don't know who these men are, but they were tall. It was dark, but I followed their silhouettes until they came to a small camp, outside Akvir. I sneaked behind one tent, and groped for food. I found an apple, and then I ran.
I got to Akvir, tired and weary. I was just a child, and I can't remember who took me in for so long. I realized how smart I was later,
because as I looked down the hill toward my house, it was being burned to the ground, probably by another group of tall dark men. From then on I've lived a good life, general and boring. Simple life, still no permanent home, but I manage. I usually walk around and borrow one or two loaves of bread from some friends. and I'm content.
OOC:
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
maxus2222, on 22 May 2013 - 09:09 PM, said: 5th app
Ign: maxus2222
Age:18
Have I voted on planet minecraft: yes.
Why us: I believe that an elder scrolls server should be about role-play not building, we don't have that in any Elder Scrolls game.
Time dedicated : 1 hours - 5 hours.
Define role-play: I think role-play should be felling your in the players shoes.You should be able to smell and fell anything around you like your there.
Define meta-gaming: Is using information your player should know or has not found out yet.
Define power-gaming: Doing something that is impossible or very hard Or killing or controlling people without the acting it out . Eg killing many people in 1 head shot or taking 20 shots and die.
Name:Adeber Morven
Age:22
Gender:Male
Race:Nord
Appearance:He is a fit man.He has dark brow hair covering half his face.He has pale skin with no scars or nothing else notable.He wears grey old robes .He has a lucky ring on his middle finger(nothing to do with magic but his momther gave it to him so he thinks its lucky.He didn't sell it because it's the last thing left of his mom. He has not much hair on his body.He has dark green eyes.From sailing to get to Akavir he has a small beard.He is about 5 foot 4 inches
Weapons:none(but can use a bow)
Personality:Adeber is a nice kind man.He is not the bravest man but he will help anyone in need.He goes into things headstrong sometimes but he learns from mistakes
Action RP fight:
Adeber walks around the forest by his barn searching for his first prey to eat for diner when he hears something in the bushes. He aims his bow into the bush.
Adeber:come out deer (whispers)
He catches something black out the corner of his eye.He starts his hunt running past trees and over bushes.He aims his first arrow into the belly of the beast when he notices its a man with a bag of fresh fruits.
Man: you will never get your fruit back.(The man laughs)
Adeber:( Runs as fast as he can) come back, come ba-(A dagger shoots across Adeber face cutting his cheek
Man:I do not want to hurt you.
Adeber:( Shoots 1 arrow) No I missed.(Then misses with many arrows he draws speratly) (he then shoots another arrow it hits the man's bag onto a tree trunk)
Man: err lucky shot (now pulling 2 daggers from his pockets)
The man throws himself at Adeber.Slashing the daggers around.
Adeber:(Thinking) He's going to cut me, I have to stop him
Adeber starts swinging his bow after about 5 misses Adeber hits the man around the face with his bow.After this he kicks him in the belly.The man is too winded to get up after this.
Back story:Adeber's mother died while giving birth.He now has her ring. Adeber has grown up on a farm west of Solitude its been a very boring life on the farm nothing interesting has happens but yet he still try's his best to keep up with his fitness.He trains every day with his bow shooting cattle and deer in the wood.His father made him learn control ,his father would hold the string while he would hold the arrow when he was young to learn how to hold the arrow right. Every so often he will go down to Solitude (which he thinks is another world once he steps through the gate because its so busy.When he went on these trips as a little boy he would go with his dad.He always remembered his father saying "never talk to anyone on the street."As he got older he started to walk by himself.He would walk and see many horrible thing like soldiers beating people and even one time soldiers killing a person.He never knew what they were so mean until one afternoon in the summer he went to sell some fresh goods when someone came by Knocking him over spilling his food.The man then picked up many of the fruit that fell down stuffing them in his bag until 2 heavily armed solders cam grabbing the man.He was returned his food but that day he noticed that some people are just bad and there is a reason to punish people.He then he thought what the man must of done to get killed.He could only think of horrible things. Even though he was never allowed to talk to strangers he still met one young Nord like himself.This young nord would tell very good jokes and stories his father has told him.As they grow up they became very good friends.One day the friend asked would you like to explore the world. Adeber replied yes.His friend started to say great stories that his father told him about beasts, gold and more. Adeber wanted to explore these land and begged his friend to tell him where to go to find these lands because he wanted to prove his mother and father that he could be more than a farmer He said good bye to his momther and father who had always wanted him to live a new life because they always hoped there son could have a better life.After awhile of searching for a perfect ship.He set of with nothing but rags because he had to sell all his clothes to get enough money to Afford the ship. So with nothing but food Adeber Morven travelled to Akavir...
Thank you again for your time.I know I have failed a few times but i hope this one is different.
SkOOMA kills
P.S some of the text is highlighted because it is from my own post.And again I am sorry about doing so many apps(5) I have looked over this app and I cant find any mistakes but i will leave that for you to decide
new version of the app hope these tweaks are to your liking
Powergaming definition is still a bit off.
RP Example. How does he kick a mans knee while pinned down? He would have to be much shorter then the bandit to do that. Dodging a battleaxe coming right at you seems a little far fetched. Ducking under it maybe, but stepping out of the way? I highly suggest making it more of a chat then a story.
Backstory. Why would the Dunmer family be in Imperial City?
Why would he randomly go to the arena to train?
Why does he hate his mother enough to leave? Sure she may not care about him that much, but I would prefer a bigger reason to leave.
He can not walk to Akavir.
He can not have any weapons when coming to Akavir.
Please expand the backstory. This is not two paragraphs.
Denied
Powergaming definition is still off.
Appearance seems to be fixed, but he can not have a leather chestplate that can protect him when coming to Akavir.
Please put some more combat in the fight example. There are one or two kicks in it, this example should be a fight, not a schoolyard brawl. Excite me with it. Make me want to know what will happen next.
How did he start training with a bow? He can not just pick one up and know how to use it.
Tell me more about his childhood. It seems to skip from his birth to when he hunts.
Why would he board a boat without consulting his parents?
How would he board a boat with only rags? He would have to pay for passage.
There still are a lot of grammar mistakes.
Please read the rules.
Denied
I am sorry you are so upset about being denied, but those are simple fixes that would take less than a minute to make. Your character was said to be six feet tall, that would mean the bandit would be around seven feet tall for your characters foot to reach his knee. You never stated he boarded a ship, so I therefore told you to fix it. These may not have been the only problems with your app, but if you take the information into consideration you could have been accepted next try. Seeing as you raged about it though, you have little to no chance of coming onto the server.
IGN: B00german
Age: 18
Why us?: Because I like to role-play and also I have have amassed a considerable number of hours with The Elder Scrolls franchise and it is my favorite series to date.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Developing a fantasy character that you portray within the context of a virtual game or table top game.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gathered from out of character chat and using that information in any circumstance while roleplaying in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Allowing your character to have attributes that would deem him/her unfair or unrealistic to other players.
IC:
Name: Nogal Ronnoco
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 42
Gender: male
Race: Human: Nord
Appearance: Has a rough bown beard as well as short brown hair and green eyes. He wears a green long sleeve shirt and brown pants with a black belt and brown overalls.
Personality: He is quite reserved and does not show extensive signs of emotion. He usually keeps to himself and does his daily work in a organized routine. He holds his opinions to himself and is thinks deeply quite constantly about future events, nothing of real importance of if he has a conversation with someone what he could say and sometimes what he could of said. He is mainly a pacifist but will fight if it is for great reason usually for the safety of himself.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Nogal: *walking through thick woods at a steady pace*
Bandit: * Jumps from behind a tree* "Hey! give me your gold and ya won't get hurt old man"
Nogal: *Complies* "Alright, we don't need any trouble" *Pulls out his leather purse*
Bandit: *Slowly walks towards him* "Alright know hand it over... slowly"\
Nogal: * As he begins to hand the loosened purse to the bandit he grabs the end of the bag and scatters the coins at the bandit causing the bandit to become disoriented*
Nogal: *Quickly steps to the bandit and knees his in the gut then hits him hard on the side of the head near the temple*
Bandit: *Strays from side to side disoriented and in pain and falls to the ground unconscious*
Nogal: *Drags the bandit to the side of the path and gathers his coins and leaves 2 for the bandit and continues on his way*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Nogal was born and raised in Skyrim and for most of his childhood and young life worked on a lumber mill with his mother and father. His father fought in the civil war between the StormCloaks and the Imperial Legion. His mother remained at home to continue to raise Nogal and work the mill. After the war ended and the peace treaty was signed Nogals father returned from the war a different man then he was. From his time in war it shaped him to become a hateful bitter man and a drunk. As Nogals father continued to delve into his bad habit he began to bear Nogal and his mother during times when he got to far into his black-briar mead.
After this continued for couple of years Nogals Father got a case of black heart blight and the rattles and died. After his fathers passing Nogals mother begged for Nogal to travel from skyrim to find a better life for there was nothing left for him at home but sadness and disease and that he would have no life here. So after much convincing Nogal left his mother to travel to Akavir in hopes that he could create a better future for himself. (Sadly 3 days after he arrived to Akavir by ship his mothers village was attacked by a dragon and much of the village was destroyed and many killed as well as his mother but he sadly he will never know this.) After Nogal arrived he walked to the first town he could find suitable to begin his new life and followed his mothers honor as a lumber mill owner and decided to start one himself in hope that he may create a name for himself as his mother did.Oh also to my application. Skooma Kills! ^
IGN: keene308
Age: 17 turning 18
Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is amplifying the character till a godlike status. This is like being stabbed by a dagger or two and still standing. Or amplify it further such as being shot by 10 archers in the front lines of war and still being able to slay 10 other soldiers.
IC:
Name: Sappherious Sarumon
Nickname: Sapphire
Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.)
Gender: Female
Race: Altmer (High Elves)
Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest.
Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword. This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it.
In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Background: (Might have some r18 things in it
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Blackmarsh. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted by the locals at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to inflict minor wounds on herself to make it look like she had an accident. She then left the shed and proceeded into the house to finish the job. "No survivors" She would mumble as she slice the head of the wife off her body.
"No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within the black marsh, she hones in on her stealth and sword skills with quick and easy jobs. Hearing rumors and stories of legends often from local taverns in towns, she would disregard them as tales. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
((So sorry if the back story was dark and disturbing, but I wanted to create something new. Something unique.))
Skooma kills!
the world will finally know peace
IGN: Marovingi
Age: 22
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Maro d' Vingi
Nickname: Maro, Marovingi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Black scaled, orange feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of light blue. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river Maro gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. Maro sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. Maro's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at Maro with a sense of urgency.
Maro whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to Maro's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. Maro suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
Maro, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. Maro patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
Marovingi, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
Maro flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with Maro on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. Maro shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, Maro closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: Marovingi comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Maro left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Marovingi in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Maro reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Maro to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
Marovingi took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the armor he found, cleaned and well maintained, and surprisingly working well as a means of light protection. And of course, the basic items for long travels were brought as well.
(the armor is not in game armor, just an explanation for my character appearance in game since I like to think that what my mine craft character looks like is my character, and I run around in a samurai armor skin. It has no affects or magical nonsense, just a lore(?) explanation maybe?)
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
Powergaming definition is partially off. We go by a different one then most. Ours can be found in the rules!
RP Example involves a few small traces of Powergaming. Such as mulitple moves after each other, and instant kneeing him. I suggest saying something like *slams his knee at the man*.
The server is set 80 years after Skyrim. He would have to be very old to be born if his father fought in the war.
These are all small problems and you should be accepted easily once fixed!
Denied, needs fixing
RP example. How does the man shoot an arrow if he has a bag of fruit in his hands? There are a few traces of powergaming, such as using multiple moves in one turn and instantly hitting the man. These should be extremely easy fixes and you should be accepted soon! I am sorry, but we have become more harsh with the RP example!
Denied, needs fixing
Overall this was a really interesting application, I believe this character would be interesting to roleplay with, but just a few small problems.
Powergaming is slightly off. The definition we use can be found in the rules.
Possibly go into more detail about her childhood/ why her parents were in Blackmarsh?
What motives did she have to kill the children?
How did she learn the sword and bow skills you talk about in the personality?
These should be some fast fixes!
Denied, needs fixing
Your characters first and last name are not very lore friendly, here is a list of Nord names
Please expand the RP example. The combat portion should be a bit longer. Horton is also not a lore friendly name.
Denied, needs fixing
Please repost when you finish the application
The name is not very lore friendly. I suggest searching argonian names and finding one that you would enjoy!
Maybe go into a bit more detail of his childhood
Though you have a lore explanation, samurai armor does not seem lore friendly for an Argonian to wear at all times. I suggest finding a good Argonian skin and adding your own clothing to him. Possibly in game you can employ a smith to make you the armor, which you could then wear as a skin.
Denied, needs fixing
IGN: keene308
Age: 17 turning 18
Why us?: Because Elder scrolls online is coming out soon, and what better way to prepare for that then to join a elder scrolls server. Also, the previous RP server I was on got shut down... and the one before that. SO! I am left without a RP server to settle into.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but I will do it once I finish this app.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is when you pretend your the character you create. You have to talk, walk and do things the way he would if he was real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the character. Such as using OOC knowledge to apply to the IC world. This is metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
IC:
Name: Sappherious Sarumon
Nickname: Sapphire
Age:21 (Not too sure of the Altmer life span, so I based it on the life span of a human. Sorry for this inaccuracy.)
Gender: Female
Race: Altmer (High Elves)
Appearance: Blond hair, with a small but cute face. Has an appearance of an innocent girl. Skinny and light weight. Standing at 155cm tall, Sappherious is not the tallest women alive. Nor the shortest.
Personality: Likes to stay out of fights. If she ever gets into one, she rather to use a bow and arrow instead of a sword This does not mean that Sappherious is not good with her sword skills. In fact, her sword skills are better then her bow and arrows skills. Its just that her bow and arrow skills are pretty bad and need training. Sappherious likes to hoard valuables. So her house will be full of it.
In-game RP Fight example:
*In the local tavern as Sappheiros was drinking her Ale. A hooded man walks up and sit opposite of Sappheiros.*
Sappheiros: Have you come looking for work? I have got none for ya.
Hooded man: Nay, Actually I have come in need of your services.
Sappheiros: Really now? What would you need done?
*Over the course of an hour, Sappheiros and the hooded man discussed the business of an assassination*
Sappheiros: Consider it done.
Hooded man: I knew I could count on you. You will receive the other half when the deed is done.
Sappheiros: Fine by me.
*It was morning and Sappheiros was at the location where the Dunmer was said to arrive. Looking side to side, Sappheiros could not locate a silver wearing armor Dunmer anywhere along the outskirts of the town. As the hours pass, the finally saw the Dunmer and move to make a confrontation.*
Dunmer: So, another assassinatiion huh? Well, come then. We are ready.
Sappheiros: We?
*The Dunmer signals by unsheathing his scimitar. A group Khajiit then appeared out of the trees, sprinting at Sappheiros, weapons at the ready.*
Dunmer: These men are loyal to me. They rather die then to live with the guilt of not serving me.
*Noticing that she does not stand a chance, Sappheiros decides to run away. The men wanted to chase Sappheiros but was stopped by the Dunmer*
Dunmer: Let her go. She is useless.
*Sappheiros ran out of the Dunmer's view point.Still on the outskirts of town with alittle way before the Dunmer reaches town, she decides to set an ambush, waiting for the Dunmer. She hid into a bush to await the unsuspecting Dunmer.*
* Minutes seems like hours as the anticipation builds. Sappheiros waited and waited but the Dunmer never showed. Lurking thoughts started to fill the head of Sappheiros. And just as she was about to call this mission off, she heard footsteps. She peaked out of the bush and saw the silver wearing armor Dunmer.*
*She smiles in eagerness. As the Dunmer walks past her, she tightens her grip around her dagger and lunge out of the bush. Dagger at the ready, she aims for the Dunmer's neck. The Dunmer heard the rustle and quickly unsheath his scimitar and got into a battle ready stance. The Dunmer only manage to get a glimpse of Sappheiros's dagger as it sunk into his chest. The dagger had missed its mark.*
Dunmer: You are good, but not good enough.
*With a cleaving action of his scimitar, Sappheiros quickly dodge backwards to avoid the fatal blow. The Dunmer was puffing air out of his lungs like he just ran a marathon, as blood spilled down from his chest. The Dunmer was losing his strength and plunged down to 1 knee. He raise a hand to signal for his group of Khajiits to help him, but none showed. Sappheiros grabs her bow from her back and lodge an arrow into it. As she pull the string back and aimed it at the Dunmer's head, the Dunmer said*
Dunmer: Wait... I can... I can pay more... Let me live...
*Without saying a word, Sappheiros shoots the arrow and watched as the Dunmer's body fell lifelessly onto the ground. Sappheiros then kneels beside the body to take whatever the Dunmer had and a memento to say that she has done her job.*
*The men that the Dunmer said were loyal then appeared out of the tree lines. They had a grin expression of their faces.*
Sappheiros: I only needed the dark elf, you are free to go.
Khajiit group leader: We cannot thank you enough. We thought you did not stand a chance. But when we saw you sink that dagger, we saw our freedom.
Sappheiros: Good. Now go and resettle, then arm yourself. The Dunmers will wonder where their so called warrior went. They will most likely send forces after you. So be careful.
Khajiit group leader: Alright. Take care then.
Sappheiros: Yes.
*As the Khajiits left, Sappheiros then returned to the tavern and sat for a drink, awaiting for the time when the hooded man would arrive.
Sappheiros was born in a wasteland of Marrowind. A broken city waiting to crumble down as violence and corruption reigns. Sappheiros never knew her parents, nor the backstory of her parents. Somehow they disappeared as soon as she was born, and no one knew anything about them. Adopted and raised into salvery at birth, she was fed and put to work at the local mill. Cutting trees down then sawing them into planks was work for Sappheiros for the next 15 years of her life.
Never knowing a future outside of these farms, Sappheiros made no friends. She was always alone. Luckily for her, the people that adopted her was a male and female Dunmer. However, the man of the family always had an interest in her. Whenever his wife was not around he would always try to make his move on her.
Today however, was Sappheiros's 18 birthday. Normally they would not celebrate it, but this year was different. A gathering was held in Sappheiros's name to congratulate her. Before the event started Sappheiros had work to do. Today, was the day she sharpened her axe. As she sharpened her axe in the tool shed, the wife of the house quickly asked Sappheiros to hurry up as the event was starting. So Sappheiros hurried and left the axe on the table. The event lasted for a good 3 hours, and after the people left and the wife fell asleep, the man of the house invited Sappheiros into the shed. "It was time." He said.
Knowing what was about to come, Sappheiros prepared herself. She had always waited for this chance, and now the chance finally came. Quickly led to the tool shed by the back, Sappheiros could feel the urge of the man. As the man shuts the door behind them, he quickly undressed then led Sappheiros to undress herself. Taking her own time, Sappheiros slowly undressed. However the man did not wait and pulled Sappheiros clothes off of her.
Then the man put a hand onto Sappheiros's shoulder and Sappheiros slowly stroked the man's face with her left hand. Before the man could make the next move, Sappheiros shoved the man back onto the door he just shut, with a dark grin, Sappheiros grabbed her axe from the table and with one hefty cleave, chopped the man's head right off. Blood spewed everywhere and covered the scene with red and dark blood.
Sappheiros grabbed her blood stained clothes and wore them. She then proceeded to carry the head of the man into the house where he lived. "No survivors" She would mumble as she threw the head of the husband at the wife and hearing her scream in terror. Sappheiros then silenced the women by breaking her neck with her axe.
As the turned to leave, she saw the childrens of the family by the door. They were sobbing and their eyes were red. As she approached them, they were frozen with fear, unable to defend themselves, Sappheiros calmed them by singing alittle melody and leading them to the roof top. Her song was not a song of love, or passion. It was a song of suffering. The days when the children's parents set her to work and gave her little to no money to buy food. The days when she would have to starve herself just because one of the owners were angry. Or the days when the owners would torture her for the fun of seeing her in pain. Sappheiros learnt that there is no place for mercy. Feeling the hatred of the owners boiling up, she didn't want the children to live. "No mercy." She would repeat herself as she threw the kids off the building and watch them pummel to their death. Their cries and sobs was put to a rest as their skulls cracked on the stone floor beneath them.
She got changed into the clothes the lady would always wear, taking whatever clothes she fancied and whatever gold she could find. She then proceeded to equip herself with some armor from the house and walked out. Almost forgetting something, Sappheiros took a wooden unlit torch from the master's bedroom and lit it with one of the lights. As the walked out she threw the torch onto the front of the house.
She, however, did not have time to watch the house burn as the day was fast approaching. She ran off with whatever she had to a new town. A town where she would start life, anew.
Now, wandering from place to place, town to town within Marrowind, she hones in on her skills with the axe with laborious jobs. As the months pass, she moved from a simple farmer to being an apprentice of the blacksmith. There she learnt to forge swords, then use them.
However, that did not last long. The city was soon attacked by the Argonian and Sappheiros was carried over to Black Marsh as a captive of war. However, the Argonians did not put Sappheiros in the same cage as the Dunmers, they put her in a cell of her own. After a few days of discussing the fate of Sappheiros, the Argonians decided to let her go as a free women. Sappheiros had a better plan. She wanted to enlist in the Argonian army, where she could gain new skills. The Argonians put Sappheiros into the ranks of archery as her skills with the bow were naturally better then normal Argonians.
After months of training, Sappheiros had honed her archery skills and decided to leave the military in search of a better, less tedious life. Travelling from town to town, she would often visiting the local tavern and hear rumors and stories of the 9 divines. However, she heard continent outside of the black marsh.
"Akavir..." The continent where life could begin anew. She quickly found information from the local guards and spent every last gold and sold her weapons to get herself a horse. With just enough food to last a few days she quickly stride off to make her way and start a new life.
Skooma kills!
Ok. So I have changed things in here and should satisfy the denials.
the world will finally know peace
I will look for some good Argonian skin, and the changes have been made per what you said. I can tweak more if needed.
OOC: Marovingi, Mason, Maro
IGN: Marovingi
Age: 22
Why us?: I have always been a die hard fan of the elder scrolls games, and I have also played alot of minecraft and I was looking for a way to get back in to playing again. Recently, where I live, a local LARP shut down that I attended to often, and now I cannot role play as much. I saw that it was a role play server, and I was even more interested as I have not role played online in years. I do actively sort of "role play" in some local foam fighting groups, but not so much as I did in my now cancelled LARP group.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I feel that the server is awesome.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing in real life, or in person is similar to being an actor for a play, except that all the events and discussion are ad-lib, and are going on at that very moment. On the internet though, or online game Ive always treated it like writing a story or novel with real time responses and constant changes. The trick is to adapt to the changes, in game as possible, and to use as much imagination as possible to have the feeling that you are actually in the world or environment you are creating. When I was larping, many said that it was like being a child again, playing games of imagination to the point where you actually felt you were there in a world you created.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Out of character information, this happened on accident alot at the LARP I went to. For example, players would be near NPC discussion and hear about the details of an upcoming plot and be pre-pared for it when they shouldnt have. Or, we establish that there is a cave, and the players react to us approaching from one direction, even though they shouldnt have since in game we were not in their line of site. In my experience, most meta gaming is done unintentionally due to instinctive responses.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Per what your rules states.
"-Being overly powerful or commiting unrealistic acts in-game. Killing or controlling other players without them acting it out.
(Example) *Killing 20 players at once with a single punch. *Telling everyone they are poisened and you control their minds. *Getting a headshot every single time."
In my own words, being unrealistic and unreasonable with a situation presented to your character in game.
IC: <- Not quite sure what that abbreviation is for.
Name: Cyrodilic: He-Who-Whispers, Black Marsh Name: Tul-Percles
Nickname: Whisper, Tul
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Green scaled, light orange/tan feathered head. Bright eyes in the shade of an orange color. A younger looking argonian, glowing with youth.
Personality: Inquisitive, quiet, a listener of conversation, and a whisperer to others.
In-game RP Fight example: Thunder moans and cracks overhead, sputtering water over the black river He-Who-Whispers gently glides on. A raft, made of simple wooden boards scavenged from an old hut stuck in mud. He-Who-Whispers sits quietly on the the raft, in a meditative position, listening carefully to the rain as he gently moves down the black river. The marsh made a symphony of sounds, easy to get lost in.
But then, there was a crackle. A crackle and scurry of leaves ahead. He-Who-Whispers's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a branch hanging over the river, not so far off.
Resting on the branch was a small black bird, looking for cover from the rainy evening.
As the raft approached the branch, the small bird glided gently down onto the front of the raft, chirping and looking at He-Who-Whispers with a sense of urgency.
He-Who-Whispers whispered gently to the bird in his raspy voice. "Little one, you come to this great ship on the black river with so much vigor, are you telling me something perhaps?"
The bird quickly flew to He-Who-Whispers's left and vanished into a brush after he spoke. He-Who-Whispers suspiciously turned his head left and watched the dark woods with squinted eyes.
There was a loud snap, and the noise of whistling through the air.
Tribesman.
He-Who-Whispers, without flinching rolled over to his right into the water. With careful hearing, through the loud clatter the rain made on the surface of the water, thuds could be heard on the shaking raft as it continued on its way. He-Who-Whispers patiently waited on the soft floor of the black river, listening to the drummer of the skies.
He quietly moved towards the rocky shore and saw an argonian tribesman, covered in leaves and sticks, prodding the water. Maybe looking for a kill he thinks he got?
He-Who-Whispers, quietly pulled his knife from the leather belt around his waist.
He-Who-Whispers flew forward from the water, jumping onto the tribesman. Overturned with He-Who-Whispers on top of him, the tribesman wriggled and chattered in a guttural nonsensical language. He-Who-Whispers shuffled a bit with the tribesman arms, before quickly and precisely stabbing the tribesman right under the chin. With this move, and a quick thrusting motion, the tribesman went to sleep.
"Sleep now, child of the river."
With that, He-Who-Whispers closed the eyes of the tribesman. Offering a saying onto the Hist.
Background: He-Who-Whispers comes from the southern reaches of the Black Marsh, and grew up in a local tribe. He was taught, in his early days, when one would ingest the sap, how to hunt, and survive. Hunting became second nature, and strong connection with nature and respect for the world was built early into his mind. Every evening, after a hint, his tribe would commune with the Hist, and think deeply of their existence and all the life around them. Whisper's life changed though, when he traveled to the closest city nearby with his fellow tribe. There they encountered many things strange and foreign, and that is where whisper met his first foreigner. Whisper was not quite sure who or what this creature was from afar, with its dark skin and hearing horns coming from the sides of its head. Nevertheless, whenever Whisper joined his tribes-people in trading with the city locals, the dark creature would tell tales of lands and wonderful ruins beyond the darkness of the land.
Discontent with the tribal ways, and with a strong urge to know of the world beyond the dark woods, Whisper left his tribe north and acquired work in Archon as a local scholar, and hunter. He owned a small shop, selling what he could from his hunting and fishing. On one of his hunts, he came across a dead warrior wearing a strange yet appealing armor. It was different, from another world maybe? He later found out from a historian in Archon that this was not the case at all, and the armor came from a group called The Blades. Upon examining the dead body, it seemed that there was no way that the warrior was one of these "Blades", as a local had claimed that the warrior was part of a trading caravan and that the armor was probably bought or found. Whispers in his curiosity, studied intensely on this subject, and found that the armor was of Akaviri design. In his studies, he became increasingly interested in the mysterious continent, and the fact that one could now travel to this once unknown land gave Whispers reason to finally leave his homeland for further study, exploration, and maybe a steady job in a field not respected by most. The study of local customs and history, with the background of a hunter and tribesman limited Whispers to what he could do and join as most judged him. This new land though, perhaps a clean slate?
He-Who-Whispers took to a trading ship, bound for the continent. With him, nothing but the basic items for long travels, a blank book, and a blank mindset open for new ventures.
Maiq knows some skills, but also knows no skills..."Skooma kills!"
O_o That is one disturbing application, Accepted! I can not wait to RP with this character!
Accepted! Fantastic application, I can not wait to see you on the server!
Powergaming definition is slightly off, It can be found in the rules!
Name is not very lore friendly for a Nord. Some lore friendly names can be found here
Please expand the RP example.
Wandering all over a chaotic Tamriel at the age of 15? I do not think so.
How did he suddenly get to Skyrim?
How did he find out about Akavir?
how did he get to Akavir?
How did he learn the magic used in the RP example? Magic must also be accepted on another app on our forums!
Denied, needs fixing
haha I cannot wait to RP with you as well.
the world will finally know peace
As I said before, their are still multiple traces of powergaming in your RP example, such as shooting three arrows in one move, etc.
Probably should have said this before but why would he leave without his parents consent? Wanting to explore is not a very good motive to leave your entire continent without consulting your parents.
Denied, needs fixing
I do not believe family crests exist in TES.
How can he get right back up after taking a table leg to the back of his knee? He would odds are drop his own blade, allowing the other man to kill him.
How does he have an Ebony dagger? Ebony is one of the rarest weapon materials in Nirn, only used by very Elite warriors. Not to mention how his father would know dwemer.
A single arrow would not kill a troll of any kind. It would take many arrows to.
A 16 year old boy walking a path that many have died on? And surviving? I doubt it
Where did he leave to? How did he discover his father was dead? I am going to need a little bit more info on that.
Why would a rival family go as far as to killing them? He can not be of noble birth, therefore his family would not be a real target to be eliminated.
How did he travel around Skyrim with ease? It is in chaos. Travelling to Solitude and back would be a difficult task.
How did he find out about Akavir?
How did he get to Akavir?
I will need a better reason for him to go then hunting two people who do not exist on the server.
Denied, needs fixing
Age: 17
Why us?: I thought this looked like a cool rp server to join
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: not yet, after this.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is when someone creates a character then plays as them as if they were that character
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is making use of knowledge that your character doesnt know
Define Power-gaming in your words: basically overpowering other people giving no chance for fair battles
IC:
Name: Rodastyr
Nickname: Lobo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Short Brown hair, dark brown eyes, brown beard, shirtless, leather shorts and leather boots.
Personality: Optimistic, charismatic, sociable, hot-headed, suspicious of others, likes to hunt, greedy, selfish, opportunistic, likes to do things himself and with friends, has trust issues, can't let people get too close, and is manipulative
In-game RP Fight example: *A man runs up to Lobo as he leaves a tavern*
Man: "Sir! Help, please help!"
Lobo: "What is it?" *Lobo turns, looking confused at the man*
Man: "Those guys in the bar just stole my wallet! You look tough. I don't have any money, but I would be eternally grateful if you could help me!"
Lobo: *smirks down at the man* "And why should I help you?"
Man: "Because they stole your wallet too!"
Lobo: *pats his waist realizing he left his wallet on the table in the bar. He looks up in shock at this and dashes into the bar*
Thieves: "Hey look! Its the moron who left his wallet!"
Lobo: *Without speaking a word grabs the first of two thieves and holds him against the wall* "I don't care about this wart behind me, give me my wallet now."
Other thief: *comes up behind Lobo attempting to stab him in the side, missing as Lobo turns and catching him in the arm*
Lobo: *shouts in wrath at this, throwing the first thief into the second causing them both to fall over a table*
Thieves: *attempt to get to their feet, but they are badly bruised from their clash with the table*
Lobo: "I won't ask again" *pulls the knife from his arm and throws it at the first man attempting to land it in the table behind them making for a show, but it just bounces off and lands nearby to the second thief, who doesn't even try to reach for it*
Thieves: "Fine! Fine! Take the wallets!" *they grunt painfully as they say this, throwing Lobo and the other man their money"
Lobo: *stumbles out of the bar holding his arm as blood trickles over his side*
Man: "We need to get you to a healer"
Lobo: "You don't say..."
Background: He was born in Skyrim to an orphanage. Lobo never really knew his parents. Being that his head mistress was a very mean woman, she made he and his fellow orphan brothers and sisters work endlessly on what felt like made-up chores. Lobo made friends in the orphanage by the names of Dellia (a nord), and Damien (also a nord). Lobo carried on this way for some time. When he reached the age of eightteen, the head mistress threw him out of the orphanage, as he was no longer her responsibility. Homeless on the streets of Riften, Lobo had to find work any way he could. He became a sellsword for the thieves guild presence in Riften. His job was simple. Eliminate anyone who causes trouble for the guild. About once a month, Lobo would be given a list of names regarding people in the region that proved problematic to the guild and needed to be disposed of, in addition to snitches and other loose ends that the guild wanted taken care of. In this way he learned to wield a sword. His first few months on the street had made him tough, and watching the blacksmith work from his forge across the street from his usual begging spot near the market had given him an interest in metallurgy and its products. Lobo liked to wield a sword. He liked the feeling of a weapon in his hands, an extension of his own arm designed solely to kill his enemies. He had grown in his late childhood to often contemplate killing the head mistress of the orphanage, and now he could if he wanted. But he was more focussed on his job, and Lobo made good money as a sellsword. As his experience increased he began getting contracts from other people in the city, and soon the region. His contracts took him all across Skyrim on raids, retrievals, and revenge missions. Soon Lobo had seen much of the land he'd called home. And he had a steady flow of work coming in. However, a day soon came when Lobo would have to leave Skyrim forever. It turns out that one of the men that Lobo had killed in his line of work was really a Dark Brotherhood contract. He had broken a contract, and in doing so, incurred the wrath of sithis as they say. Lobo feared little, but he was no fool. He took what money he had and what possessions he had and he headed to the docks in Dawnstar. This journey was perilous as the Dawnstar Dark Brotherhood sanctuary lay nearby. But Lobo had to get out of Skyrim quickly. He had no time to waste in travelling upriver from Windhelm. He had to travel directly north and east through the sea of ghosts. So he got to the port and asked the portmaster where a man may go from Skyrim that is far, far away, over sea so far that to pursue would be an effort not worth the reward. And the portmaster issued his answer. "You must go to Akavir, boy. A land across the waves I've heard much talk of here in the port lately. Six months to the east and full of all the opportunity a young heart could desire. Go to Akavir, child. Go and live life anew!" And with that, Lobo had his answer. He payed his fare with his last job's wages, and he headed across the sea. The journey was perilous, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to return. he wasn't sure if he'd want to.
SKOOMA KILLS, Man
Meta Gaming is wrong.
Please put a personality not a list of knowledge of the world.
IGN: angelgirlx617
Age: 13
Why us?: I love the skyrim series and minecraft. I also absolutely love roleplaying so I think this server will be great
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet, but after posting this I will.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as someone else in a fantasy way. Like making a character and acting as them in different ways
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is knowing something OOC and using it IC when your character couldn't have possibly known
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player is over powered or being unrealistic while roleplaying.
IC:
Name: Aelana
Engarname: (Optional) Don't have one yet :3
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance: Aelana has long red hair and dark green eyes. She wears a casual white shirt and brown shorts.
Personality: Aelana is usually trying to show off her strength,and being fierce. She'll take anyone on in a fight,and will be careless about it. However,if not showing off or fighting, Aelana is actually a kind and nice young woman who cares for her younger brother,Engar.
n-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
A thief jumps out in front of Aelana and her brother as they are walking through a forest.
Thief: Give me all your money no one gets hurt!
Aelana: The only one who'll be getting hurt here will be YOU if you don't scram.
The thief laughs and spits at Aelana's feet.
Aelana: You're gonna regret that..
Aelana unsheathes her long sword and grins as she charges towards the thief
The thief unsheathes a short sword and slashes at Aelana
Aelana dodges the attack and swings at the thief
The thief ducks,the sword missing him,and swipes at Aelana's feet
In attempt to dodge,Aelana steps back,but isn't fast enough,one of her feet get cut,and she falls down
The thief laughs as he grabs the coin sack off her belt,and runs away
Aelana: Damn..
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Aelana and Engar lived in a large town.Many citizens their were poor,but were always given money by Aelana and Engar's kind parents.The town was surrounded by a forest and around the forest,more towns lay.The manor they lived in was on the perimeter of the forest.The manor was large,due to the amount of money their family had. They were somewhat rich.The family was loved by many because of their kindness and hospitality. Their love however,also made them targets of many... Engar and Aelana would constantly bicker,but when travelers came to visit the manor they lived in,they were always on their best behaviors. The family lived in peace for many years. Aelana took interest in sword fighting,and combat. Even though it was not a girls sport,her parents encouraged it. She was taught ever since she was 10 by her father. However,Engar liked making art and practiced archery.The one thing they both liked were the woods. It was the only other time they wouldn't argue.They would race and explore high and low and hunt together. The family lived together many years in harmony. One night however, that all changed.
Aelana and Engar were sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" They yelled. They could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispers as her lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Aelana was next. They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. They covered their ears and ran away from the burning home. They had trouble surviving. They were used to having food on their plates everyday,and having warm,soft beds.Word had went around about the burning. Many claimed it was a tribe of orcs that started the fire. Some said it was some Khajiit. Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,they heard about Akavir in a tavern,and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later and start a new life. They purchased large amounts of food,and Aelana got a better sword and bought another bow for Engar,for his burned in the fire. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food they bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Aelana was extremely sea sick,and Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would now do.
Skooma kills!
IGN :AirsickRaptor0
Age: 13
Why us?: My cousin showed me this server,and I love skyrim so I really want to join with her.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but when I finish I will!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying to me is acting as another character that you made up
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is your character knowing something that they couldn't have known even if you know in real life.
Define Power-gaming in your words :Power-gaming is when a character is over powered
IC:
Name: Engar
Engarname: (Optional)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Engar has shaggy,long,black hair and dark green eyes like his sister. He wears a dark grey shirt with a brown jacket over it with brown pants. He wears a green cap on his head,with brown green shoes to match it.
Personality: Engar is kind,and isn't a showoff like his sister. He's kind of quiet,but will fight if needed to. He usually avoids it though. He's more of a diplomat than a fighter. He usually tries keeping his sister from fighting,but usually fails in doing so. He's quite the gentleman.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Thief: Oi! You there! Give me your money!
Engar: Listen,if you could just calm down..
Thief: Shut up and give me your money.
Engar throws 2 coins on the floor at his feet and says,with a poker face,
Engar: There's my money,
Thief: I know there is more@ Now give it up!
A guard walks over to the two,and says with a harsh voice
Guard: What's going on here?
Engar: Oh,it's just this man here is trying to rob me of my money,which you can see- *points at the two coins* I have not much of.
Guard: You. You're coming with me.
The guard grabs the thief by the arm and drags him away while Engar grins,clutching his nearly full coin sack.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir)
Engar lived with his sister and parents in a large manor,surrounded by trees.The town they lived in had many poor citizens,and few rich ones. Engar's family was one of the richer ones. Engar and his sister would constantly bicker,and this annoyed their parents.However,they were on their best behaviors when visiters would come to their home,hearing of the kindness this family was filled with. The forest was another peaceful place where him and Aelana,his older sister, wouldn't argue. Engar loved to practice his archery and collect clay for his pots in the forest,along with finding things to paint here. He loved art.Whether it be painting,creating clay objects,or making music,he loved it. The family lived in harmony for many years. But one day,everything changed.
Engar was sleeping peacefully,but was awoken by the scent of smoke. "MOM! DAD!" he heard his sister yell.He could hear the wood burning. Flames were everywhere. Engar found Aelana,who was sobbing hard. Suddenly,while searching for their parents,their mother burst through a set of doors,screaming and on fire,she fell to her knees and slowly and painfully died. "MOM!" they screamed through sobs. Their dad burst in after her,with a few burns. "I love you two so much.." He whispered as he lead them to a low window. He picked up Engar first,and helped him out the window. Engar watched her sister drop down after him.They were sobbing hard. The flames caught up to their father and they could hear his screams. Engar covered his ears and ran away from the burning home,his sister doing the same. After a few days,they shakily got back on their feet.Word had went around about the burning.Aelana and Engar went from town to town,doing odd jobs for the townspeople to earn money. Soon,Engar and Aelana were in a tavern when they heard some men talking about Akavir and became interested. The two discussed it,and decided to sail there a few days later. Engar purchased tons of food and supplies while his sister bought some weapons. They hitchhiked with a few men on a boat,and payed them coin to bring them there. It took a week to get there,but they split the food he bought with the men.By the time they arrived at Akavir, Engar was very hungry. The men came off with them,but left them by themselves. The two siblings started to discuss what they would do now.
Skooma kills!
IGN: GamePlayya
Age: 17
Why us?: Ever since I was first introduced to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I have always loved to stories that I came across, the characters that I grew to become friends with, etc. When Minecraft came into my life, I was taught how to survive those dastardly nights by crafting the needed gear. Combining the two has always been something that I have always wanted to witness, and this might be my first and only chance to do so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Yes.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is like making a story from scratch that goes parallel to the scenario that you are placed into, while morphing yourself into your character in order for the emotions and reactions to truly fit the scene as if it were real.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is essentially cheating by using the game's rules against it and using superfluous loopholes to do better than other gamers that have/are not using such things.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is playing the game to simply be the best the fastest way possible in only one direction instead of taking your time to slowly and efficiently master almost everything.
IC
Name: Jake Marlson Dowsing
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Medium, fluffy, black hair, brown eyes, slightly chubby (about 187 lbs), a good build for a knight (if he were one), about 5' 10", claw scars across his face (3 lines)
Personality: Minor shyness, however can get serious quite quickly, does not like it when his friends are provoked/insulted/beaten up, enjoys exploring the open world, has a hard time trusting people (especially when they cannot prove something)
In-game RP Fight example:
Jake and his partner Kilkanist the Orc stroll into a dark alleyway. They are suddenly surrounded by bandits.
"Look at what we have 'ere, lads! Explorers!" says the obvious bandit group leader. They all chuckle as they draw their daggers. Jake looks around.
"We do not want any trouble. Allow us to pass through and no one get's hurt." Jake says with a calm voice. Kilkanist shakes his head.
"If they don't move now, we won't make in time. I say we kill 'em." Kiljanist states, his voice huskier than usual. Jake shakes his head.
One of the bandits shuffles closer and attempts to pickpocket Jake, but he notices and turns around quickly, breaking the neck of the bandit. The other bandits follow suit and jump to attack Jake and the orc, but it is too late for them. Jake takes out his sword and quickly stabs the leader in the gut, ripping out his entrails and splattering everything along the wall. Kilkanist chops the head off of the last bandit with his prized battleaxe, Yhugtistalk. Jake cleans his blade, sheaths it, and rushes off towards their final destination. Kilkanist follows suit.
Background:
Jake Marlson Dowsing is the son of a couple that lived in Skyrim, down in the Lakeview Manor, just outside of the rebuilt Riften. At the age of eight, he was playing outside of their home when, all of a sudden, he and his sister Mara were kidnapped by bandits. His father came to save them, only to be brutally killed by several trolls that the bandits had captured. The trolls, however, escaped, bandits chasing them. Alone, he managed to escape the cavern of the bandits and make it to Windhelm, where he was taken in by the Khajiits just outside the city.
After recovering for about a week, they set off to go back to Lakeview Manor, but once there, he saw that the bandits had burned his home to the ground. For all he knew, his whole family was dead. The Khajiits took him under their wing and taught him how to wield a blade, bargain in markets, sneak around, survive in the wild, etc. (which is how he has the scars along his face, for he got attacked by a Sabre Cat). At the age of 25, he received word that the bandits of his childhood were found running around in Akavir. He set off on his journey to take revenge on the bandits for what they had done to him. He believes that his mother and sister are still alive somewhere, hopefully in Akavir... waiting for him to come home.
IGN:
sswe902
Age:
13 (trust me, I don't act it) ... (meaning more mature)
Why us?:
It seemed like a cool server, I think it's very interesting. I'd love to join.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:
No, but I will if I like the server. I don't vote before I know what it's like on the inside.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Role playing is a constant fight against reality, playing a game to go into a world that is not your own.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
A game inside a game, where you choose to do one thing when there are so many other things to do.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
??? I'm sorry what does this mean ???
IC
Name:
Rendart Terrenshete
Nickname: Ren Tearin' Sheet (that's what the guys down at the pub call me)
Age:
24, young, but old enough.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Breton
Appearance:
Slightly Chubby, with stubble on my chin. I have brown hair, and a cloak I would never trade, even for
a trillion dollars, even though it's just torn up and raggedy
Personality:
I am rough, I has a slow drawled speech, an' I usually have a beer in my hand. (bad grammar on purpose) I am very keep-to-myself, but
If I'm needed, I'm close at hand.
In-game RP Fight example: (Include dialog)
Me: Gimme another round a' ale!
Bar tender: Sure, ya' got the money?
Me: Sure as hell I don't!
Bar tender: Well, I can't give you ale if you don't got the coin.
Me: Why you!
(Attempt to climb over the counter, bar tender pushes me off.)
Bar tender: Now sir, I'll tell ya' one last time...
(I swing at him)
(swings back)
(I jump over the counter, the fight continues
I swing a blow to his jaw, he turns around and gets my gut
I bend over, he knees me in the face
I groan, he laughs, then I swing and hit him square between the eyes
he falls over passed out, I kick him in the jaw, grab a bottle of ale, and calmly
sit back down)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
IGN:dakupfernator
Age: 16
Why us?: I love rping,and i’ve been playing the elder scroll games sense morrowind. Plus why not, the RP server that I usually am on is offline due to map ending, so I got nothing to do.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I gave you a diamond, and voted for you.
Define Role-Playing in your words: role playing is when a human being, such as a boy, girl, man or women take place of someone else in game, like in this case a nord, or a orc, or Akavirian.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta gaming is when an RP learns something out of character, like a base location or a crime that is going to happen, and using them in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is a process of making someone do something that they don’t want to do, like say john says
*John stabs dans character killing him.*
this would be considered power-gaming and he would then be handled with by a mod or admin if they are on.
IC:
Name: James Stride
Nickname: Strider
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: he wares a gray sleeveless hoodie that he always has down, showing off his red hair, like fire in the wind. With tattoos covering his arms from his years of sailing. His green eyes show his intelligence, and cunning. His tan arms showing his countless hours in the sun. He wares a grey scarf covering the lower part of his face,so all you see is his nose and eyes. Gloves covering his hands, from his rope burnt hands. Armbands along his arms. He wares boots that cover his feet, not to heavy to weigh him down in the water, yet not to light to offer no protection.
Personality: short-tempered, smart, after years of time out on the open ocean, he has his sea legs, and he also knows how to run a ship.
In-game RP Fight example:
*Strider sits in a bar.*
Strider: what in talos name am I doing here, my life has got to hell harris.
*Harris takes a swig of his Mead.*
Harris: you brought this upon yourself, mate.
*Strider looks up, curiously.*
Strider: what the bloody hell does that mean, “you brought this upon yourself, mate.” I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Harris: you are a cocky milk drinker
Strider: what in talos’s name did you just call me?
Harris: a milk drinker.
*Strider pulls out one of his scimitars.*
Strider: this will teach you to call me a milk drinker.
*Harris pulls out a longsword.*
Harris: come now, lets dance.
*Strider takes the first swing at Harris’s leg.*
*Harris blocks the attack and goes for a critical hit towards Striders arm.*
*Strider just dodges, and swings at Harris’s arm.*
*Strider lands a critical hit, landing on a major artery in Harris’s wrist, causing him to drop his sword.*
Harris: you milk drinker.
*Strider chops off Harris’s hand.*
Strider: that’ll teach you to cal me that.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Strider never really knew his parents, they left him on the doorstep to an orphanage, in Riften. He grew up in a village of poverty, in waste, with the smell of fish infesting everything in the area. At the age of 10 the person leading the orphanage told strider that he would have to get out of the house, he causes to much trouble, he would make a massive mess instead of picking it up. Strider left the orphanage, he wandered the streets for 6 years. Till a man in blue walked up to him and gave him the opportunity to work for him, as a deck hand on his fishing ships. This would lead Strider to love the feeling of the ocean at his feet, and the sea breeze in his wavy unmanaged hair. Strider would end up becoming a ship captain with the fishing company. Day in and day out strider would come home to his bunk and lay right in bed, on his days off he would sleep, or get a new tattoo. He loved the feeling of the sea, Strider then joined a crew on a pirate ship where he would learn the life of being a pirate.
After a few years of being a pirate, strider was able to command his own ship, so he went to the tavern and recruited a few drunks, they set out on a magical adventure. They became pirates and strider gave a name to his ship, the queen isabella’s vengeance. After plundering in the seas near morrowind, they set out for a distant land filled with monkey people, and vast riches. On the 15th day of the journey a major storm hit, and tore the ship to pieces, and people say that the captain goes down with his ship. Strider order his men out of the hulls and into the boats, they were never heard from again. And what of captain strider, he jumped into the ocean, and while in the ocean, Strider called for a plea from the warrior god talos, he begged for a ship to come and if it did then he would give up a pirates life or forbid his entry to sovenguard, the god talos, must have heard his prayer for 2 days after the storm a fishing vessel came across him. The fishing vessel told him of the place they were heading, and they were willing to give him a ride.
Accepted