Previous history in a number of roleplaying based forums, varying from regular player to staff member.
"Why do you wish to join?"
Interested in experiencing the roleplaying aspects of the Minecraft community.
"What do you have to offer the server?"
Ideas...and fire.
ICC NAME
Skinside
AGE
32
GENDER
Male
APPEARANCE
Skinside is a strange and wild creature, in some ways a reflection of the most animalistic and strange parts of the jungle. His eyes lack symmetry, one being yellow and owl shaped while the other is sharp and green like a jungle cat. His body is painted in strange blue runes, which coil up around the left side of his upper body and twist around his arm like snakeskin. His hair is a mess of long greasy grey tangles and he sports a short matching beard to go along with it. With a slender waist and emaciated frame, he is almost spider like in his movement, appearing leisurely yet deliberate with his every action. Whatever clothing he does wear are usually salvaged rags or animal pelts.
PERSONALITY
Skinside proudly displays the gentle madness of one who has been touched by spirits, and wears it head to toe from his runes to his playful smile. Cleverest and wisest of the jungle, Skinside is a riddle of a man. Friendly to the point of fearfulness, one must always caution danger when met by his kindness. Skinside has no qualms with killing, and will actively do so to any intruder of the lands. But when he likes you, when he is at his kindest...is when you should fear him. Destiny plays a cruel trick on you when Skinside considers you a friend, one that is more than likely to get you killed. Skinside prefers the company of spirits, and is always courteous in the presence of them but without the fear of a threat underneath. He is a loyal servant through and through to them who have whispered into his soul the knowledge of the jungle. The darkest truth of Skinside is that he is not a man turned insane, it is that he was a man turned insane...and then stopped.
BACKGROUND
Skinside has not always been, nor shall he forever always be, but for what he once was, he was many things. Wisest and cleverest, and far truer than most have reason to believe. Once, long ago, he lived as a scholar in a village, studying the arcane and ways of the spirits, bartering with them for good fortune and kind weather upon his village. And so he and his people lived in peace with the spirits, of whom Skinside was always willing to please. But one day, a dark spirit appeared and lied to Skinside, and told him that for each of his people he would slay, the lifetime they would of lived would be spent as years of peace for the village. And so Skinside killed a man and brought his soul to the spirit, who ate is greedily from his palms and praised him for his efforts. He spoke then to Skinside and told him that for if he brings him the soul of a woman he would take the love of her heart and spread it amongst the soil so that it would grow the most beautiful of flowers. And so Skinside killed a woman and brought her soul to the spirit, who ate it and praised Skinside for his efforts. And this pattern continued, with the liar promising to use the blood of the soul Skinside would fetch him to anoint the waters of the village, or take the muscles of the strongest man and turn them in to hard rock for beneath their feat. But as Skinside continued to kill his fellow villagers, he began to notice the despair of his village as it rotted away beneath him. Skinside, realizing that the spirit had tricked him into slaughtering his fellow tribesmen, grew dark and angry and sought out the forgiveness of his people by the spirit realm. He scryed to each that he had culled and asked for mercy. The spirits gathered and told Skinside that they will help him avenge their deaths in return for their forgiveness, and so Skinside prepared a ritual by lining up the corpses of all of those that he had slain and arranging them in a circle. He summoned forth the liar spirit and spoke "...Oh spirit, I have nothing left to offer you bar my soul, please take it so that I may be reunited with my kin and I may escape these dying lands..." and the spirit was so greedy that he appeared before Skinside in the center of the ritual, eager to devour his soul, when the spirits of the villagers appeared from their corpses and ripped him to shreds, throwing the pieces down into where each body had been buried. The spirits then told Skinside that for his sins he must watch over the village for ever more and make sure that the spirit never return. And so Skinside spent his life, isolated in the little corpse of his village, watching over it as the sole survivor and jailor of the liar spirit. His mind slowly rotting away as generations passed and the jungle grew around him...
OOC-
IGN: lazerdude
Age: 18
Previous RP Experience: On a very serious role-play server called Aeonis for a year and a half but it closed
Why do you wish to join?: I found out I love role-play when a friend introduced it to me, and I have really been looking for a good server and this seems to have what I really have been looking for!
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring a lot of good RP by staying in character and I can bring leadership and unbiased views as I was a leader of the Humans on Aeonis which had me deal with lots of problems and kept my RP very sharp
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ICC-
Name: Revel
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about 5’5 with not a lot of muscle on him recently due to stress and worry as he does not know if his family survived. He has green eyes with Brown hair that is not styled in any certain way. He is a great runner so he has muscle toned legs but not good upper body strength.
Personality: Very nervous around others, once you get to know him he is pretty relaxed and just wants to have a good time does not want to cause a lot of harm. Though he is very abrasive if you threaten him or his friends in any way. He wants to be respected so he tries to act older than he is.
Background Story:
Revel came through the portal feeling slightly dizzy. He looked around at the temple ruins and was in awe. He walked around taking in what he was seeing and for once letting go of his fear for his family for a few seconds. He laughed a little and smiled knowing it was a new start, an adventure. He sat down and waited for his parents, as he sat he heard a branch break, he jumped up and looked around ready to bolt if needed be. After seeing that everything was good he sat back down and waited, not knowing that he would be waiting quite awhile since his parents were pretty far back in the line. He started to daze off and dreams haunted him. The dreams showed his family frantically gathering some supplies to take and running out the door, they ran into a mass crowd heading towards the portal and he was separated from his family. He ran towards the portal knowing his legs could help him beat anyone around him, of course lots of people had already gone through, so pushing and sliding by people he got to the mass crowd and jumped into the portal ahead, after someone tried to grab him. He woke up and sought to see if anyone else had come through, but none was to be found. He thought how can they be this far behind? Why haven’t other people come through? He realized for the first time he was on his very own. Not the very first time, due to his parents being fairly poor, but he was now in control of his own destiny, with that he went to seek out others before him.
OOC-
IGN: lazerdude
Age: 18
Previous RP Experience: On a very serious role-play server called Aeonis for a year and a half but it closed
Why do you wish to join?: I found out I love role-play when a friend introduced it to me, and I have really been looking for a good server and this seems to have what I really have been looking for!
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring a lot of good RP by staying in character and I can bring leadership and unbiased views as I was a leader of the Humans on Aeonis which had me deal with lots of problems and kept my RP very sharp
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ICC-
Name: Revel
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about 5’5 with not a lot of muscle on him recently due to stress and worry as he does not know if his family survived. He has green eyes with Brown hair that is not styled in any certain way. He is a great runner so he has muscle toned legs but not good upper body strength.
Personality: Very nervous around others, once you get to know him he is pretty relaxed and just wants to have a good time does not want to cause a lot of harm. Though he is very abrasive if you threaten him or his friends in any way. He wants to be respected so he tries to act older than he is.
Background Story:
Revel came through the portal feeling slightly dizzy. He looked around at the temple ruins and was in awe. He walked around taking in what he was seeing and for once letting go of his fear for his family for a few seconds. He laughed a little and smiled knowing it was a new start, an adventure. He sat down and waited for his parents, as he sat he heard a branch break, he jumped up and looked around ready to bolt if needed be. After seeing that everything was good he sat back down and waited, not knowing that he would be waiting quite awhile since his parents were pretty far back in the line. He started to daze off and dreams haunted him. The dreams showed his family frantically gathering some supplies to take and running out the door, they ran into a mass crowd heading towards the portal and he was separated from his family. He ran towards the portal knowing his legs could help him beat anyone around him, of course lots of people had already gone through, so pushing and sliding by people he got to the mass crowd and jumped into the portal ahead, after someone tried to grab him. He woke up and sought to see if anyone else had come through, but none was to be found. He thought how can they be this far behind? Why haven’t other people come through? He realized for the first time he was on his very own. Not the very first time, due to his parents being fairly poor, but he was now in control of his own destiny, with that he went to seek out others before him.
Another Aeonis player! I was Vectus, the Bandi Lord... We may not have gotten along well. Either way, I'm glad to see more Aeonis players here! I'm on my phone, so unless another staff member beats me to it, you won't have full permissions for another hour or two.
Re-applying because Orcs are not applicable apparently
OOC- IGN: _Rythian_ Age: 19 Previous RP experience: A few minecraft servers, but mostly WOW. Granted that was a few years ago. Why do you wish to join: I really enjoy role-playing when i can. I've been looking for a server with enough dedicated people for awhile and i hope i can find that here. What can you bring to the server?: I hope to bring clever dialogue that supports my character and helps to make my fellow Irilians have a positive experience while on the server.
ICC- Name: Hubert Mann Age: 30 Gender: Male Appearance: Hubert is five feet nine inches, has an average build for a man his age, short brown hair, and green eyes hidden behind crystalline spectacles. He wears clothing similar to what you would expect men to wear around the beginning of the twentieth century or the end of the nineteenth. (Think Steampunk?) Personality: Hubert is intelligent and inquisitive, always asking questions and trying to understand every aspect of the current situation. He is an archaeologist historian, and chronicler. Not afraid to get his hands a little dirty in the pursuit of knowledge, and the furtherance of science and the arcane arts. Hes generally not a fighting man, preferring to solve problems with discussion rather than blades. But if the need arises, hes been known to take up arms as a last resort. Background: As a young man, Hubert was always fascinated with ancient cultures and lost knowledge. He enrolled in the archaeology department of the great college of Minecraftia, and was taught under the world famous Horatio Grizwold. After graduating the class he traveled the world looking for any lost knowledge, which led him on many adventures to the far corners of the world and back again. Some it seems will be greater than others.
11th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"I arrived in the small town of hallowfel this morning. It is not particularily interesting as far as outlying towns go, and the locals are wary of strangers. i forsee getting them to answer my questions about the local ruins a problem."
12th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"After asking around the village for the rest of yesterday and the majority of today, it appears i was correct about these bumpkins knowledge of anything other than crops or the weather. The only person who could help my cause in any way was the local priest, who explained to me that the ruins existed far before the arrival of the town in this area. This would suggest an age of more than one hundred and seventy years. I will investigate the ruins tomorrow and report my findings as soon as possible."
13th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"Good news. The ruins, although appearing from the outside as a simple stone tower, has been revealed to be the entrance to a subteranean stucture of what i guess is of massive proportions. I only ventured a small way down before my torch started to inexplicably sputter and begin to die. This worried me greatly at first because this could suggest a lack of oxygen in the tunnels. The problem with this theory is that i could see small rodents dart around in the darkness ahead when my torch first started having issues. This leads me to believe some type of spell is at work here and i may need the assistance of those insuferable mages. I will return to the ruins as early as i can tomorrow, with hopefully a more thought out plan."
14th? of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, unknown location
"Ive woken up in the most peculiar of places this morning. A clearing in the woods amongst ancient looking ruins. This journal is mostly destroyed by some unknown force and i do not remember coming here. Perhaps these two are related. I can see a decreped looking staircase ahead, i believe that is the way to go. I will leave this here for anyone who might be looking for me to find and know where ive gone. Goodbye, until we meet again."
Hubert Mann
Didn't particularly want to write a whole heaps but i guess it's unavoidable. Also not adding to the OOC. But i will improve the ICC.
OOC- IGN: Prod3gy Age: 17 Previous RP Experience: I have plenty of role play experience, on various types of games. A big one is Garry's Mod. Why do you wish to join?: Server looks awesome, need somewhere to roleplay. What can you bring to the server?: Someone that's always online and enjoys the game. Fairly good builder also.
--- ICC- Name: Axios. Age: 17 (beginning my journey) Gender: Male
Appearance: Axios is a strong built person, however he has obvious signs of malnutrition, he is 6"2 with dark blonde hair, His veins are perciuliar, running a distinct arcane blue throught his body, a scar is seen accross his right eye (See background) and has affected his vision. Emotion cannot be seen in any expression on his face, but there is obvious signs of torment and insecurity within the dark look it portrays. He wears scrappe clothing, and slavages anything he can from his kills. He has a set of boots which were a final gift to him from his father.
Personality: Axios's personality is a dark and hidden one, he hardly talks, and one he does, his scruff voice pushes fear into the heart of even the most honorable nobles. growing up on the street, Axios has seen a done many things that a boy of 17 would never even dream off. He has low respect for nobles due to the treatment he received as a peasant and is always looking for the challenge to prove them wrong. Axios will not hesitate to kill someone, whether they are noble, woman or even child. Axios knows he is something special, he can feel arcane energy pulse through his veins, when he look at them, they start to glow darker then normal.
Background Story: Axios lived in the middle class of Aurelia up until the age of 5, where his parents were slaughtered by imperial guardsman. He was forced to live on the street, often stealing food to survive and having to defend himself from the other peasants, and more importantly the imperial guard. Buy the age of 15, his kill count was up to 42. He snuck out and in of the city to train his agility in the jungle. This helped him to almost always escape the guard that would chase after him on sight. Living on the street taught Axios that regret and fear is for the weak and that he is the one that everyone should fear. Then the great collapse happened, he was one of the lucky ones to escape Aurelia through the portal.
Axios made out out of the portal at the same time as a group of 13 other people.. It was a bloodbath, the magical energies had intoxicated and confused people, mutating them into creature. Picking up a sword attached to one of the bodies that didn't make the teleportation alive, he killed everything that moved. He begin to build a makeshift shack in the ruins of the jungle, dedicating his life to imbuing the magic and power of Fuema, hoping to bring about another great war between the tribes. Using the small magical energy left in Iriliath he practiced magic using tomes that had been stolen from the remains of magi's that came through the portal.
OOC- IGN: zJester Age: 19 Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien. Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server. What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
--- ICC- Name: Leon Valcruz Age: looks around 27 (however ageless) Gender: Male Appearance: Leon has an evident look of royalty about him. He walks around in gold plated armor crested with blue gems to symbolize the colors of his former city, he also has brown hair and a well-kept goatee which distinguish his nobility. Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand. Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
OOC-
IGN: Amagous
Age: 19
Previous RP Experience: I have a vast RP history, ranging back from Runescape light RP when I was 10 until I was about 14, to Garrysmod Serious RP (Terminator, STALKER, City RP, Apocalyptic RP, Zombie Survival RP) over the past 5 years, to MC RP on many servers, ranging from light RP on Civ RP and Toria to medium RP on Lord of the Craft to Serious RP on Ravien. I have RP'd on well over 20 MC servers, those are just the 4 that are the most prominent in my mind.
Why do you wish to join?: The server I currently play on, Ravien, is shutting down. As such, it's time for me to move on and find a new permanent server.
What can you bring to the server?: I bring a creatively rich mind, a passion for quality roleplay, an ambitious drive, and quality leadership. I always end up leading a group in any MC RP server, and Iriliath will be no different, should I be accepted.
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ICC-
Name: Torsin Fallhammer
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Torsin is 6'1 tall, roughly 240 pounds (Give or take depending upon his recent diet and battle scars), and has rugged, medium length, hazel-brunette hair that flows down to the base of his neck on the backside, and halfway down his ears on the sides. He is a very muscular body build, with his upper arms bulging noticeably compared to the rest of his body from years of swinging his warhammer, Folgrimer. He has a straight, large scar across his left eye, going from up and slightly to it's right down to the left. The scar is clearly from a blade, and is nearly 4 inches in length. Torsin's skin is rugged and rough, with thick, burly hair blanketing his legs, and a thinner layer across his arms. He has cyan-greenish eyes, and an unremarkable nose.
Personality: Torsin is an outwardly complicated character. While he has a history of intense violence and seemingly barbaric ways, he is a gentle man towards those he considers his kin and friends, possessing substantial intellectual capacity that he has made substantial use of. He is an educated man who is well versed in the proper use of his language, though he often reverts back to the warrior slang he was raised around on a whim. Torsin is also fiercely loyal, preferring death to abandoning his kin, having nearly met his end due to such on several occasions. Torsin also has a strong hate for gnolls, magic, and those who wield magic carelessly, recklessly, or selfishly.
If I had to sum him up in one sentence (Technically, albeit a run on sentence), it would be this. Torsin is a man who can awake to war in the morning, standing before his brothers in arms to bless them with an inspiring speech full of gruesome acts and wretched curses, charging out upon the front lines with them to mercilessly slaughter their foes without pause, returning to the battle camp in victory and glory afterwards and arm in arm with his surviving brethren, sharing a drink or two and a tale of wars come and gone before retiring for the night to his tent where his lover awaits, bestowing upon her the most caring and passionate love making of her life, night after night as his passion burns greater for her with every day.
Background Story: Where to start with this one..... There's so much to Torsin's backstory, it's hardly fair to choose any one area over another. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Otherwise, I'll keep this short to a very slight backstory and his entry into Iriliath.
Deep within the mountains of Alteran lived the great clan Fallhammer. Praised for their prowess in battle and their unshakable devotion to their cause, they stood watch over the lower realms to the south and east against the giants and gnollish hordes to the north. Torsin may as well have been born into clan Fallhammer, as his mother gave him up seven weeks after his birth, preferring a life for him as a noble warrior rather than the poverty stricken servitude that she lived in. He knows not of his father nor his origins, and knew not of his mother until he was 28 years old. By then, she had been long since dead, serving no purpose in his life after birth but to remind him that his clan was the only family he had.
As Torsin grew up, he learned the ways of clan Fallhammer, training day after day with all manner of weapons, but showing an adapt swiftness with warhammer's that rivaled that of the chieftan's of old. At the age of 13, he forged his first set of battle-armor; a right of passage for the youth of clan Fallhammer. While being far from flashy, Torsin had studied well, making his armor practical in every manner he had studied. He forged his second set of battle-armor when he was 22, having long since outgrown his first set. He also forged his warhammer, Folgrimer, which weighed in at a massive 82 pounds. If it had not been for his years in the mines, he would not have been able to swing the mighty hammer, much less fight with the grace of a dancer with it.
As years went by, events took place in clan Fallhammer, slowly souring Torsin's connection to all of his kin but one; his bloodsworn brother Tolin. Finally, after two years of agonizing betrayal, Torsin called forth his allies that he had made over the years, and in the night, he, Tolin, and his allies struck. They slaughtered all of clan Fallhammer except for the duo, though Tolin fell during the fighting, leaving Torsin the soul survivor of clan Fallhammer when the sun rose upon the bloody spectacle. Having not 2 hours to rest, Torsin drank what he knew to be his final mug of mead, visited the temple of the 9 gods within the clan's settlement, and paid worship to all 9 Gods and Goddess's before setting out alone to face the gnollish hordes that plagued the mountains.
Torsin awoke upon a beach, the soft waves crashing against his face bringing him to consciousness. His right hand still clutching tightly to Folgrimer, he could not remember what happened during the fight. But here he was, in a strange place, and still alive. Surely, the Goddess Cahl had answered his prayers, and delivered him to safety for his devotion and bravery. But where exactly was this place? He knew not, for the tangled web of vegetation and bark that towered infront of him like a great wall was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Still, as dauntless as ever, Torsin picked himself up, slinging his warhammer over his shoulder and onto his back before slowly drudging into the jungle to find some answers about where he was, and how he had arrived here.
(( OOC: I truly do have a massive extensive backstory for Torsin written up. I just don't have it all down in one area aside from inside my head. It's scattered apart inside server chat logs, personal 1 on 1 chats with people, forum posts, skype group chats, and one or two other area's. However, I can assure you there is much more to the above than just what I mentioned. It just would take far, far too long to explain it all so that it made sense. I hope you will understand, and find what I have provided thus far satisfactory. As I said, if you have any questions, please ask. I'd be happy to answer. ))
OOC- IGN: zJester Age: 19 Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien. Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server. What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
--- ICC- Name: Leon Valcruz Age: looks around 27 (however ageless) Gender: Male Appearance: Leon has an evident look of royalty about him. He walks around in gold plated armor crested with blue gems to symbolize the colors of his former city, he also has brown hair and a well-kept goatee which distinguish his nobility. Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand. Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
Interesting how you mixed the history of your past RP with our current one, I dare say it works, after re-reading it. only thing is a bit more in appearance and you should be fine.
OOC-
IGN: Amagous
Age: 19
Previous RP Experience: I have a vast RP history, ranging back from Runescape light RP when I was 10 until I was about 14, to Garrysmod Serious RP (Terminator, STALKER, City RP, Apocalyptic RP, Zombie Survival RP) over the past 5 years, to MC RP on many servers, ranging from light RP on Civ RP and Toria to medium RP on Lord of the Craft to Serious RP on Ravien. I have RP'd on well over 20 MC servers, those are just the 4 that are the most prominent in my mind.
Why do you wish to join?: The server I currently play on, Ravien, is shutting down. As such, it's time for me to move on and find a new permanent server.
What can you bring to the server?: I bring a creatively rich mind, a passion for quality roleplay, an ambitious drive, and quality leadership. I always end up leading a group in any MC RP server, and Iriliath will be no different, should I be accepted.
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ICC-
Name: Torsin Fallhammer
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Torsin is 6'1 tall, roughly 240 pounds (Give or take depending upon his recent diet and battle scars), and has rugged, medium length, hazel-brunette hair that flows down to the base of his neck on the backside, and halfway down his ears on the sides. He is a very muscular body build, with his upper arms bulging noticeably compared to the rest of his body from years of swinging his warhammer, Folgrimer. He has a straight, large scar across his left eye, going from up and slightly to it's right down to the left. The scar is clearly from a blade, and is nearly 4 inches in length. Torsin's skin is rugged and rough, with thick, burly hair blanketing his legs, and a thinner layer across his arms. He has cyan-greenish eyes, and an unremarkable nose.
Personality: Torsin is an outwardly complicated character. While he has a history of intense violence and seemingly barbaric ways, he is a gentle man towards those he considers his kin and friends, possessing substantial intellectual capacity that he has made substantial use of. He is an educated man who is well versed in the proper use of his language, though he often reverts back to the warrior slang he was raised around on a whim. Torsin is also fiercely loyal, preferring death to abandoning his kin, having nearly met his end due to such on several occasions. Torsin also has a strong hate for gnolls, magic, and those who wield magic carelessly, recklessly, or selfishly.
If I had to sum him up in one sentence (Technically, albeit a run on sentence), it would be this. Torsin is a man who can awake to war in the morning, standing before his brothers in arms to bless them with an inspiring speech full of gruesome acts and wretched curses, charging out upon the front lines with them to mercilessly slaughter their foes without pause, returning to the battle camp in victory and glory afterwards and arm in arm with his surviving brethren, sharing a drink or two and a tale of wars come and gone before retiring for the night to his tent where his lover awaits, bestowing upon her the most caring and passionate love making of her life, night after night as his passion burns greater for her with every day.
Background Story: Where to start with this one..... There's so much to Torsin's backstory, it's hardly fair to choose any one area over another. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Otherwise, I'll keep this short to a very slight backstory and his entry into Iriliath.
Deep within the mountains of Alteran lived the great clan Fallhammer. Praised for their prowess in battle and their unshakable devotion to their cause, they stood watch over the lower realms to the south and east against the giants and gnollish hordes to the north. Torsin may as well have been born into clan Fallhammer, as his mother gave him up seven weeks after his birth, preferring a life for him as a noble warrior rather than the poverty stricken servitude that she lived in. He knows not of his father nor his origins, and knew not of his mother until he was 28 years old. By then, she had been long since dead, serving no purpose in his life after birth but to remind him that his clan was the only family he had.
As Torsin grew up, he learned the ways of clan Fallhammer, training day after day with all manner of weapons, but showing an adapt swiftness with warhammer's that rivaled that of the chieftan's of old. At the age of 13, he forged his first set of battle-armor; a right of passage for the youth of clan Fallhammer. While being far from flashy, Torsin had studied well, making his armor practical in every manner he had studied. He forged his second set of battle-armor when he was 22, having long since outgrown his first set. He also forged his warhammer, Folgrimer, which weighed in at a massive 82 pounds. If it had not been for his years in the mines, he would not have been able to swing the mighty hammer, much less fight with the grace of a dancer with it.
As years went by, events took place in clan Fallhammer, slowly souring Torsin's connection to all of his kin but one; his bloodsworn brother Tolin. Finally, after two years of agonizing betrayal, Torsin called forth his allies that he had made over the years, and in the night, he, Tolin, and his allies struck. They slaughtered all of clan Fallhammer except for the duo, though Tolin fell during the fighting, leaving Torsin the soul survivor of clan Fallhammer when the sun rose upon the bloody spectacle. Having not 2 hours to rest, Torsin drank what he knew to be his final mug of mead, visited the temple of the 9 gods within the clan's settlement, and paid worship to all 9 Gods and Goddess's before setting out alone to face the gnollish hordes that plagued the mountains.
Torsin awoke upon a beach, the soft waves crashing against his face bringing him to consciousness. His right hand still clutching tightly to Folgrimer, he could not remember what happened during the fight. But here he was, in a strange place, and still alive. Surely, the Goddess Cahl had answered his prayers, and delivered him to safety for his devotion and bravery. But where exactly was this place? He knew not, for the tangled web of vegetation and bark that towered infront of him like a great wall was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Still, as dauntless as ever, Torsin picked himself up, slinging his warhammer over his shoulder and onto his back before slowly drudging into the jungle to find some answers about where he was, and how he had arrived here.
(( OOC: I truly do have a massive extensive backstory for Torsin written up. I just don't have it all down in one area aside from inside my head. It's scattered apart inside server chat logs, personal 1 on 1 chats with people, forum posts, skype group chats, and one or two other area's. However, I can assure you there is much more to the above than just what I mentioned. It just would take far, far too long to explain it all so that it made sense. I hope you will understand, and find what I have provided thus far satisfactory. As I said, if you have any questions, please ask. I'd be happy to answer. ))
Make sure to re-read our lore if you haven't done so already, usually an app that doesn't show that you read our lore wouldn't get you accepted but you have a solid background made none the less. Welcome to Iriliath.
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IGN- CaptainNips
Age: 15
Previous RP Experience: The servers I have been on are.... The Kingdom of Aeonis, Realm of Gwomath, Land of Armin and the Kingdom of Ravien. I have also taken part in numerous roleplay forums from Metro 2033 to LotR.
Why do you wish to join?: I love to roleplay and want to continue my character's story. My current server is also being shut down, like my friend who applied above.
What can you bring to the server?: I am a great roleplayer and I am sure I can help bring a fantastic experience to everyone and help the Iriliath atmosphere.
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Name: Eolair Ignus
Age: 60, appears to be 23 due to his Lycan genes
Gender: Male
Appearance: Eolair is tan skinned and has loose brown hair that goes down to his shoulders. His eyes are hazel and a long scar goes along his right cheek. He has rough facial hair. Eolair's facial features can be described as almost hawkish in nature. He is lean but well built, able to move fast and strike hard. Eolair has a wolflike bite on his arm. He even has square-like and surgical torture scars upon his chest from dissection. On top of noth his hands, the emblem of an Aeonis king is branded.
Personality: Eolair tends to be quiet however he will always stand up to stop any injustice and cruelty being done. Eolair is very noble and will never harm or kill without reason. Over the years, Eolair has grown colder after seeing much death and change. He may have lost his youthful joyfullness but he also lost his tendency of anger.
Background Story: Eolair reached Iriliath after yet again being cast out into the Void. He has seen many worlds but few were like this one.... But first, I must tell the beginning of Eolair's story. When he was just a boy... youthful, rash and a mere speck of dust compared to the whole world around him.
Eolair was born in the town of Brithorn, in the Kingdom of Aeonis. His mother died in childbirth and so that left his father to take care of hom. Eolair lived with his father in a small cottage where he learned how to hunt and track animals. Eolair loved the life outside, he could be free and never worry about the rules of society. By the age of 9, he could already shoot a rabbit from 20 meters away. His father also taught Eolair history and the deeds of great men before him. All was well in Brithorn until the Black Dawn, a blight of magic and darklings that sweapt across Aeonis. Eolair ran away with his Father to the Templar keep where villagers were rallying inside for safety. The Templars were recruiting men to go on a rescue mission to gather up lost villagers. Eolair's father, being the noble man he was, joined in to help. Eolair begged him to stay but his father would have none of it. He comforted his son that he would return but... he never did. Whether his father was killed by darklings or lost is unknown. Eolair was taken in by the Templars, protectors and religious keepers, but he soon ran away. For 10 years Eolair lived by himself in the woods and even made his way to New Cormyr, a great trading city.
When he was 23, Eolair joined the Human kingdom under King Kharg Nidel. He made many friends, including Placet Revel and the old advisor Otto. Eolair fought as an archer, in the military, against the Demons and later became a Werewolf due to a Damned Wolf's bite. He loved the life of a soldier! Just being in the middle of everything at Cormyr was a great joy. But Eolair's life, soon, completely changed. King Kharg turned into a corrupt ruler who would destroy anyone who stood against his new dream, to conquer all Aeonis
Eolair disagreed with King Kharg so created a revolutionary group, called the Hidden Alliance, with a man named Patrick. The Alliance fought hard and well against Kharg, even discovering the source of the King's corrupt acts. While trying to extract information from Otto von Kraubben, the king's advisor, Eolair was captured as King Kharg himself and the mage, Mleza, jumped out. Eolair was taken to a dungeon where he was tortured and kept in a close and miserable cell. Mleza would make fun of his misery and force him to travel through this maze where the exit to the dungeon was said to be there. But later on, Batio Blackthorn and Anna Vos'Eldru defeated the dunegon keeper Mleza and freed Eolaif. After being freed, Eolair became a fugitive and was unable to do much without being discovered. The civil war continued until... the End.
The land of Aeonis seemed to have met it's End, no one knows the real cause. Eolair only remembers a bright flash before he was consumed in a massive, whirling portal. Eolair would never see Aeonis again, along with Brithorn and many of his friends. The revolutionary miraculously ended up in the Land of Armin, a realm also torn by a civil war but between the lovers of nature and the behemoths of technology. Eolair joined the Elven kingdom and became Commander of the Elven armies under Forest Lord Will Goldwood, another man of Aeonis and member of the Hidden Alliance. The Elves fought with the Fae, led by Tokoz Blackoak, against the Dark Elves of Hauclir and the corrupted Humans. Armin also soon met it's end as the Gods themselves left the land and purged Armin of all magical beings and creatures. Eolair, somehow, survived the purge and was transported to Ravien.
Not much else is to be said about Eolair as of now... He reached Ravien and met many new and old friends. He gained and he lost and even became a Knight for Lord Leon Valcruz. After the inevitable demise of Ravien, Eolair looked into a dark portal that suddenly stretched out before him. He sighed and cursed fate before he leapt into the portal. Eolair stepped through and suddenly took in a breath full of the hot, jungle air. He looked around and took in the great trees and sandy beaches around him. Here, as Eolair always promises himself, he shall start anew. The rest of Eolair's story.... has yet to be told!
OOC- IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) redheadfreak Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) 20 Why do you wish to join?: I stopped playing minecraft a while ago and I am looking to play again on a RP server and this one seems unique and unlike other so far! What can you bring to the server?: I am an excellent team player and a very hard worker. I might help probe the violent side of the server
--- ICC- Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Odawa Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 24 Gender: Male Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) A clean shaven man, which a slight build. Not too much muscle, but enough to define and look dangerous. Around 6 feet tall, blue eyes, dirty blond hair. There are no scars on Owada's face, and his body looks like he hasn't seen a lot of manual work in his day. Owadais not considered a beauty, but cute never the less. Owada changes the type of pants daily, but the tend to look nice, but after coming into Irialiath they became rather dirty. His shoes are simple, but his shirt makes him look like someone who someone looks at twice, but then realizes they aren't anyone special.
Personality: (Same as above) Great poker face, but when angry Owada loses control and might say or do things regrettable things. Normally Owada doesn't have a smile on his face, but when addressed there is a slight smile due to always being pleasant, but not quite happy. When talking to women Owada tends to blush a lot since he has little experience on the ways of flirting.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
As a child Owada was not unqiue, he couldn't access magic more or less than the normal Person on Aurelia. At the age of 12 he finished school like most 12 years old on Aurelia, and was able to become an apprentice to a wealthy shop owner who sold magical items.
The years passed quickly and Owada learned much from his master, ranging from how to strike a bargain to how to blast people out of the shop without injuring the merchandise. Owada had struck a deal with his master that if he stayed as apprentice until his master died or was too old to continue he would take over the shop. Half-way through Owada's 12th year as an apprentice the disaster struck. Owada's master had a lot of connections and was able to get him and Owada to the portal, however the master was too weak to make the journey through and died when crossing over into Iriliath.
Torn, tired, hungry, confused, and sad Owada is trying to pick himself up again in order to try to survive in this new and dangerous world.
OOC- IGN: zJester Age: 19 Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien. Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server. What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
--- ICC- Name: Leon Valcruz Age: looks around 27 (however ageless) Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at 6 feet tall, Leon has a very upright posture, However now that he is in a foreign land he has chosen to wear a hood hiding his face, all that is evident is his pearly white smile inside of what seems to be made out as a goatee. Leon wears a tan cloak possibly from a lion, a ferocious cat from another world, who knows. Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand. Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
OOC- IGN: haybalebarn Age: Within a week of 17 Previous RP Experience: Kingdom of Aeonis Server, Dungeons and Dragons, plus Forum rp since I was around 12. Why do you wish to join?: I love RP, but I have difficulties finding minecraft servers that has the right feel. This server has the right feel. What can you bring to the server?: I hope a rather upstanding member with a fairly interesting character. I'm not the best at building, though I enjoy it quite a bit, but I believe my ability to roleplay and stay in character is rather fine tuned. But I'm biased, so who knows?
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ICC- Name: Hay Age: 21 Gender: Male
Appearance: Hay stands at a modest 5 feet ten inches tall (1.65 meters-ish, according to the internet). He has rather fair skin and brown hair that falls to about his shoulders. He has high cheekbones and bright green eyes which are often threatened to be covered by his bangs. He has an unremarkable nose, because everyone cares about nose shape when writing an rp app. In general, his body is slightly on the skinny side, but it is obvious that most of his body mass is muscle. He wears dark leather boots and loose brown cloth pants. Around his waist he wears a belt with many small pouches on it, presumably to contain things. He wears a green shirt with golden colored designs on it with short sleeves. There is a leather strap that covers his upper torso which straps a mysterious obsidian dagger to his back. On his hands are dark leather gloves that remain on at all times and are slightly embroidered with swirling patterns. If one is to see Hay's hands without the gloves on, they will notice how shockingly white they are, as if Hay has never taken the gloves off. Furthermore, on to the top of his right hand is a malformed patch of skin that is glossy white, scar tissue from an old wound. On the top of his left hand, he has a matching scar what is charred black, as if recently burned. Personality: Hay is a being within constant flux. Sometimes he can be cheerful, friendly, and kind. Other times he doesn't give a damn about anybody but himself, and will ignore any who speak to him. He seems to experience the normal range of emotions to a much greater degree than... well, normal. However, the personality traits he generally sinks into is fairly typical. He treats most people that he meets with a coldness, and if he gets into a disagreement with someone, it is more likely to turn into a hard resolve than flaring anger. Underneath this cold facade he is rather kind and caring, but he is also cautious and wary to trust. But that's only when he's in a normal mood, with the variation in his personality, it is hard to truly judge what he will do next. Background Story: Hay doesn't remember much of Aurelia, but what he does remember are mere fragments. Flash - a slight smile - then nothing - blinding light - nothing - his mothers embrace - darkness - "I told you it would never work!" "Shut up!" A small collapsed shack - yet another blank - searing magical energy clinging too his hands, and all he could do was endure-. That is all the comes to mind when he attempts to remember, peices that can never be redeemed, and maybe never should be.
Before he first opened his eyes to the land of Iriliath, he could of sworn he heard a soft whisper warning him "Duck!" but perhaps it was merely his own survival instincts. So, as he opened his eyes, he ducked, and the sharp retort of flint colliding with hard bark, a skeleton face seeming to give him a dispairing glance as it was bathed in the light of an almost crimson moon. All of the forest was stained this deep crimson as if the trees themselves were bleeding in agony at having to share themselves with yet another new arrival to their world. Hay's eyes narrowed, and he scrambled around the tree and bolted. He never turned around to check, but the skeleton's bones cackled with delight as it chased it's quarry, and it was soon joined by ever more evil clicks and clacks, and even groans and rotting flesh pounding itself against the ground. Hay's eyes caught a quick glance of what seemed to be carved stone, and he immediately headed for it- perhaps he could find a weapon there, as in his current sorry state he had nothing to defend himself.
Hay's brain briefly registered that the building looked like a type of pyramid before it filed that useless information away, and his loud footfalls and breaths soon echoed through out the corridors of the building. He continued to descend down into the depths of the building, somehow managing to avoid the many collapsed passages and deadends. He came to a cavernous chamber with a red shaft from above dripping onto an alter in the center. This room had no exits. He turned to leave, but before he could get out the door, his path became blocked by a moaning composite of flesh surely awakened from deep within the pyramid. Cursing, he turned back into the room, perhaps there was something useful there! He had to hope. And his hope was rewarded with a dull glinting from the alter. Sprinting over and out of time, he reached the alter and found a peculiar purple and black dagger made of stone stabbed into the top of it. Without thinking, Hay pulled it off the alter, and was surprised as two interlocking peices disconnected and he suddenly was holding two daggers in his hands. He tried to marvel longer, but the stench of the zombie became too great and too close for comfort, so he quickly stabbed and killed the horror. His grin could not be taken away by the putrid zombie blood that splashed onto his face, but the smile quickly faded as the rest of the horde filled in. Turning around, he was startled to see tendrils of solid blood hanging from the ceiling. He shook his head in horror, but then realized that these were no tentacles, but vines bathed in the strange moon's light.
Scrambling out from the lower room and onto the top of the... what was it called again? Ah yes, pyramid, Hay felt content. There was a whole jungle out there, just for him, and the wind at his back nearly whispered the promises of adventure. He let out a strange little chuckle, then followed the urging of the wind, a grin of excitement on his face.
OOC- IGN: zJester Age: 19 Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien. Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server. What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
--- ICC- Name: Leon Valcruz Age: looks around 27 (however ageless) Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at 6 feet tall, Leon has a very upright posture, However now that he is in a foreign land he has chosen to wear a hood hiding his face, all that is evident is his pearly white smile inside of what seems to be made out as a goatee. Leon wears a tan cloak possibly from a lion, a ferocious cat from another world, who knows. Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand. Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
OOC- IGN: haybalebarn Age: Within a week of 17 Previous RP Experience: Kingdom of Aeonis Server, Dungeons and Dragons, plus Forum rp since I was around 12. Why do you wish to join?: I love RP, but I have difficulties finding minecraft servers that has the right feel. This server has the right feel. What can you bring to the server?: I hope a rather upstanding member with a fairly interesting character. I'm not the best at building, though I enjoy it quite a bit, but I believe my ability to roleplay and stay in character is rather fine tuned. But I'm biased, so who knows?
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ICC- Name: Hay Age: 21 Gender: Male
Appearance: Hay stands at a modest 5 feet ten inches tall (1.65 meters-ish, according to the internet). He has rather fair skin and brown hair that falls to about his shoulders. He has high cheekbones and bright green eyes which are often threatened to be covered by his bangs. He has an unremarkable nose, because everyone cares about nose shape when writing an rp app. In general, his body is slightly on the skinny side, but it is obvious that most of his body mass is muscle. He wears dark leather boots and loose brown cloth pants. Around his waist he wears a belt with many small pouches on it, presumably to contain things. He wears a green shirt with golden colored designs on it with short sleeves. There is a leather strap that covers his upper torso which straps a mysterious obsidian dagger to his back. On his hands are dark leather gloves that remain on at all times and are slightly embroidered with swirling patterns. If one is to see Hay's hands without the gloves on, they will notice how shockingly white they are, as if Hay has never taken the gloves off. Furthermore, on to the top of his right hand is a malformed patch of skin that is glossy white, scar tissue from an old wound. On the top of his left hand, he has a matching scar what is charred black, as if recently burned. Personality: Hay is a being within constant flux. Sometimes he can be cheerful, friendly, and kind. Other times he doesn't give a damn about anybody but himself, and will ignore any who speak to him. He seems to experience the normal range of emotions to a much greater degree than... well, normal. However, the personality traits he generally sinks into is fairly typical. He treats most people that he meets with a coldness, and if he gets into a disagreement with someone, it is more likely to turn into a hard resolve than flaring anger. Underneath this cold facade he is rather kind and caring, but he is also cautious and wary to trust. But that's only when he's in a normal mood, with the variation in his personality, it is hard to truly judge what he will do next. Background Story: Hay doesn't remember much of Aurelia, but what he does remember are mere fragments. Flash - a slight smile - then nothing - blinding light - nothing - his mothers embrace - darkness - "I told you it would never work!" "Shut up!" A small collapsed shack - yet another blank - searing magical energy clinging too his hands, and all he could do was endure-. That is all the comes to mind when he attempts to remember, peices that can never be redeemed, and maybe never should be.
Before he first opened his eyes to the land of Iriliath, he could of sworn he heard a soft whisper warning him "Duck!" but perhaps it was merely his own survival instincts. So, as he opened his eyes, he ducked, and the sharp retort of flint colliding with hard bark, a skeleton face seeming to give him a dispairing glance as it was bathed in the light of an almost crimson moon. All of the forest was stained this deep crimson as if the trees themselves were bleeding in agony at having to share themselves with yet another new arrival to their world. Hay's eyes narrowed, and he scrambled around the tree and bolted. He never turned around to check, but the skeleton's bones cackled with delight as it chased it's quarry, and it was soon joined by ever more evil clicks and clacks, and even groans and rotting flesh pounding itself against the ground. Hay's eyes caught a quick glance of what seemed to be carved stone, and he immediately headed for it- perhaps he could find a weapon there, as in his current sorry state he had nothing to defend himself.
Hay's brain briefly registered that the building looked like a type of pyramid before it filed that useless information away, and his loud footfalls and breaths soon echoed through out the corridors of the building. He continued to descend down into the depths of the building, somehow managing to avoid the many collapsed passages and deadends. He came to a cavernous chamber with a red shaft from above dripping onto an alter in the center. This room had no exits. He turned to leave, but before he could get out the door, his path became blocked by a moaning composite of flesh surely awakened from deep within the pyramid. Cursing, he turned back into the room, perhaps there was something useful there! He had to hope. And his hope was rewarded with a dull glinting from the alter. Sprinting over and out of time, he reached the alter and found a peculiar purple and black dagger made of stone stabbed into the top of it. Without thinking, Hay pulled it off the alter, and was surprised as two interlocking peices disconnected and he suddenly was holding two daggers in his hands. He tried to marvel longer, but the stench of the zombie became too great and too close for comfort, so he quickly stabbed and killed the horror. His grin could not be taken away by the putrid zombie blood that splashed onto his face, but the smile quickly faded as the rest of the horde filled in. Turning around, he was startled to see tendrils of solid blood hanging from the ceiling. He shook his head in horror, but then realized that these were no tentacles, but vines bathed in the strange moon's light.
Scrambling out from the lower room and onto the top of the... what was it called again? Ah yes, pyramid, Hay felt content. There was a whole jungle out there, just for him, and the wind at his back nearly whispered the promises of adventure. He let out a strange little chuckle, then followed the urging of the wind, a grin of excitement on his face.
Make sure to re-read our lore if you haven't done so already, usually an app that doesn't show that you read our lore wouldn't get you accepted but you have a solid background made none the less. Welcome to Iriliath.
Hey TrompeOeil. Thank you for the acceptance, and I assure you that I did indeed read the server lore. However, due to its nature and Torsin's back story, there wasn't a way for me to adequately tie him into the server lore that didn't conflict with his background (I've played him in Ravien, and am carrying him over) other than the *blacks out, no idea what happened* method. The staff are free to set that in stone any way they like. Perhaps he came from another world or dimension as others did, being sent there by the Goddess Cahl from her realm where she truly has power. Perhaps this is the same world and simply another area of it, and Cahl does exist and has power in her realm of the world? Perhaps Cahl is nothing more than superstition and there is a more mortal tale to Torsin's survival? It's free to interpretation, and the admins are free to write that part of his story in stone one way or another if they like, at least for Iriliath. But yes, to wrap it up, as I said, I did read the server lore. Due to the in-ability to adequately tie it in, I did what little I could, which was Torsin waking up in front of the grand thickness of the jungle, which if I recall correctly there are three of in Iriliath according to the lore on the opening post. Anyways, thanks again. Hope to see you in server soon
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/6/2012
Posts:
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Member Details
OOC-
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dmas7292
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 16
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) Herocraft, Block Empires
Why do you wish to join?: Because I love to rp and I have been looking for a good rp server for a while, and this looks like it just might be it.
What can you bring to the server?: I have played many rp games and rp minecraft servers and I am very good at roleplaying.
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Urgrim
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) This man has fair skin, lilac eyes and wild grey hair which is sometimes quite matted. He has an angular face and a rounded jaw. He is 6' 1" and has an average build. His clothes are usually quite fine and he prefers them to be patterned. A notable feature is his nice smile.
Personality: (Same as above) He is an arrogant young man. He likes to work alone, but he will work with others if he feels the need to. He is afraid of combat, so he tries to avoid other people as much as possible. He loves to help out when he is needed. He severly hates when people ignore and disrespect him.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) I was born in a village along a gentle river, where the sun shined most of the year, and people never ran out of things to do. You could say we were a peaceful community, though the occasional fight or theft did occur. The village's population had worked mostly as farmers, tilling the fields in the always humid springs, and harvesting during the light chill fall brought on every year. During the winter I would beg my parents to let me follow them to the city, where they sold there hard earned wheat and barley. Most of these men were ripped off, getting prices for it much cheaper than what it would normally sell for. Sadly I only got the chance to follow them once or twice, when the weather those years was warmer than usual.
My Father himself had worked as a blacksmith, always coming home with some sort of burn or injury, but happy none the less. Whenever I needed something he could make it make it for me, if I saw him anyway. He was a hard worker, spending untill the late evenings at work for his clients. Most of the town respected him, though some families despised him for being so successful in his trade. I personally didn't care if people didn't like him, for I wouldn't have him be any other way. My mother though, always pressured him, trying to convince him to move us to the city, where we would earn more money, and be able to put more food on the table for us. He never agreed with her on that though, he was always happy in our village, and it would've made him hate his job to move to a city anyway. People always needed things there, and some of them would kill if they couldn't get there order in time.
As for me, I always wanted to be an explorer, traveling all over Ravien to see what it had to offer. I had heard some men talk about Dwarves and Elves, occasionally I heard a horror story about the demons, who from what I heard long ago had wreaked havoc among the land, killing everyone. These stories, and maybe to my young mind even myths, only encouraged me. My mother and father didn't agree though, and wanted me to settle down, and learn to be a blacksmith aswell, as it would bring me more money in the end. I never liked blacksmithing though, the clanging of metal used to drive me crazy, and the smell of the kilns was simply foul. A girl named Margot made me want to stay behind aswell. You could say I had a crush on her, or you could call it love, even though she was two years older than me. I kept it a secret though, though I suppose it was quite obviouse to, as whenever Margot was near me, my heart beat faster, I flushed, and I even stumbled on my words. I looked like a fool.
In the end, I cracked due to the pressure from my parents, and started learning blacksmithing from my father, no matter how much I disliked it. At first I was slow to learn, fumbling around with the tools, once or twice some almost fell into the fire, he would have never forgiven me if one did burn, as those tools were passed down through generations. As time passed I slowly caught on though, however slow it was. I started staying out with my father so long we would miss my mother calling us in for supper, sometimes we stayed there even past the twilight, and the village dimmed to an eerie blackness. Once or twice when I couldn't get something right, I would be out there untill dawn, even after my father had went back home to bed. I soon even felt at home there as the years flew by. By the time I was 15 I had gotten good enough at the art to even rival my father, and unlike him I brought my wares to the town, and sold them to the soldiers and civilians who needed them. I was starting to be known all around, some people proud of my work, some envious. Part of me still wanted out though, the chance to travel, and see distant lands I had only heard about. The chance eventually came, but not how I would have ever expected it.
It had been 3-4 years since I started traveling to the city to sell, and I became quite rich. I even handed money out sometimes to the other townsfolk, and helped then get better deals when they went to the city in the winter. Our town was getting more successful, for better or worse. My mother was proud, and i felt like she always knew what to say, my father though, was happy for me, but in the proccess of my success his business went downhill, and his tools were no longer needed by nearly as many people. It couldn't be helped I guess, the apprentice eventually has to be better than the master.
After all this time, when I was 18, I finally had my chance with Margot. At first she didn't seem interested, because of how I acted growing up, but I eventually convinced her to give me a chance. At first we saw eachother only once or twice a week, but as we found more and more in common, we started meeting more. Our parents didn't fully approve, but by that point we didn't care, we were in love. One time I brought her roses, the best I could find in the nearby forests. She adored them, and even planned on starting her own garden with some of them after that. I couldn't have been happier during this time in my life, I had money, success, and a love whom I planned to get engaged with in a few weeks. The money though, Margot didn't care about that. She was a more simplistic woman, who would rather live a life with what she had than change her ideas just to earn more.
A night before I was to go on my final date with Margot, and propose, soldiers marched in. They had been on there way to loot and take a city a ways off, but they were low on supplies. When they demanded for supplies all the townsfolk could so is that they had just enough to feed themselves, and they couldn't spare any. Upon hearing the news the commander was outraged, and ordered the town to be burned, and to kill whomever they liked. Ironically some of these men carried my own blades, and were now killing my own people. I quickly ran across town to Margot, to try to save her from the soldiers. All around me my whole life was being burned before my eyes, and people I had known since I was a child were being killed. I made it to her house only to find soldiers about to break down the door, I tried to stop them, but was pushed aside. I yelled, trying to convince them, saying that I would pay them if I had to, none listened though. Within minutes the door was broken down, and the soldiers charged in. Margot tried to resist, to break free of there iron grasps and get to me, but it was to late. They stabbed her in the chest, and shoved her to the floor before my very eyes. During her last seconds alive, I could see tears forming in her eyes before she mouthed, "See you on the other side," and then the last life left in her eyes dimmed out.
I did not know what to say, and all I wanted was revenge, I started to try to attack a soldier, oblivious to the fact that I would die. I was knocked out cold within seconds from there fists.
Hours later I awoke, only to find soldiers all around me, talking about what to do with me. After a few seconds they noticed I was awake, and a soldier told a man to run for the commander, while they guarded me. While I waited, I had no idea what to think, were my parents alive? Was any of the town even left? Then I remembered about margot, and I couldn't control myself, I burst into tears in front of the soldiers. It seemed like an hour had passed before the commander finally came, he said the men had recognized me for my wares, and some had even seen me selling them in the city. The commander gave me two options, either I could join them, or they would dispatch a few soldiers to march me off to the city. I said I would accompany them, for what did I have left to do? Everything I knew was gone. I did ask if I could leave when I wanted to though, and the commander agreed and gave me a day to mourn before they would go.
I walked into what was once the town, to find everything burned to the ground, even my parents house was gone, I presumed them dead as I was the only prisoner. I had some soldiers who knew me help me plant a tree in the center of the ruins, and there I carved me and Margots name, so she would always be there, waiting. Beside the tree I placed a rose, remembering how much she loved them. I then spent the rest of the day mourning her, and everyone elses loss, though her loss burned the deepest into my mind. The next day I joined the soldiers, in the march to siege the other city.
There were fires, everywhere. the troops had broken through the wall, and were burning buildings as they made there way through the city, pillaging, looting, and even raping the women as they advanced towards the town center. As the flames leapt from building to building, I saw the dead in them, in there souls I saw some of what made the human soul, sadness, anger, pride, and a sense of true terror. Some of the men called me mad, but who is to say in Irilitah this can't happen in something so sacred and basic as a flame? Some of these made me come close to tears, most made me feel guilty for supplying these men who had done this with arms and armor. One soul I saw was a defender of the city, who had fallen when part of the wall collapsed from the sappers. Multiple bones in his body was broken, he was bleeding profusely, and he had multiple burns all over his body. What affected me the most though, was when I saw a ring on his finger. This man had a wife, and maybe even children somewhere in the city. Were they dead aswell, and was I to blame?!? Soon after this siege, I requested to leave, and the commander accepted, knowing what horrors I had seen, even if he didn't fully believe them himself.
Today, I now wander the land, traveling from town to town, and exploring the land. In my spare time I craft tools no ordinary man has seen, made by my sadness, anger, remorse, and even with the loss of my love, Margot. Most of them I keep, some I sell as they earn a fair amount of money. The only things that keeps me going is my dream of exploration, and that fact that we only have one chance at life, and I want mine to count, and if I can try to do things that margot would agree with, if she is watching over me somehow, some way.
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IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dmas7292
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 16
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) Herocraft, Block Empires
Why do you wish to join?: Because I love to rp and I have been looking for a good rp server for a while, and this looks like it just might be it.
What can you bring to the server?: I have played many rp games and rp minecraft servers and I am very good at roleplaying.
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Urgrim
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) This man has fair skin, lilac eyes and wild grey hair which is sometimes quite matted. He has an angular face and a rounded jaw. He is 6' 1" and has an average build. His clothes are usually quite fine and he prefers them to be patterned. A notable feature is his nice smile.
Personality: (Same as above) He is an arrogant young man. He likes to work alone, but he will work with others if he feels the need to. He is afraid of combat, so he tries to avoid other people as much as possible. He loves to help out when he is needed. He severly hates when people ignore and disrespect him.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) I was born in a village along a gentle river, where the sun shined most of the year, and people never ran out of things to do. You could say we were a peaceful community, though the occasional fight or theft did occur. The village's population had worked mostly as farmers, tilling the fields in the always humid springs, and harvesting during the light chill fall brought on every year. During the winter I would beg my parents to let me follow them to the city, where they sold there hard earned wheat and barley. Most of these men were ripped off, getting prices for it much cheaper than what it would normally sell for. Sadly I only got the chance to follow them once or twice, when the weather those years was warmer than usual.
My Father himself had worked as a blacksmith, always coming home with some sort of burn or injury, but happy none the less. Whenever I needed something he could make it make it for me, if I saw him anyway. He was a hard worker, spending untill the late evenings at work for his clients. Most of the town respected him, though some families despised him for being so successful in his trade. I personally didn't care if people didn't like him, for I wouldn't have him be any other way. My mother though, always pressured him, trying to convince him to move us to the city, where we would earn more money, and be able to put more food on the table for us. He never agreed with her on that though, he was always happy in our village, and it would've made him hate his job to move to a city anyway. People always needed things there, and some of them would kill if they couldn't get there order in time.
As for me, I always wanted to be an explorer, traveling all over Ravien to see what it had to offer. I had heard some men talk about Dwarves and Elves, occasionally I heard a horror story about the demons, who from what I heard long ago had wreaked havoc among the land, killing everyone. These stories, and maybe to my young mind even myths, only encouraged me. My mother and father didn't agree though, and wanted me to settle down, and learn to be a blacksmith aswell, as it would bring me more money in the end. I never liked blacksmithing though, the clanging of metal used to drive me crazy, and the smell of the kilns was simply foul. A girl named Margot made me want to stay behind aswell. You could say I had a crush on her, or you could call it love, even though she was two years older than me. I kept it a secret though, though I suppose it was quite obviouse to, as whenever Margot was near me, my heart beat faster, I flushed, and I even stumbled on my words. I looked like a fool.
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Welcome to Iriliath, if someone hasn't already accepted you.
IGN: lazerdude
Age: 18
Previous RP Experience: On a very serious role-play server called Aeonis for a year and a half but it closed
Why do you wish to join?: I found out I love role-play when a friend introduced it to me, and I have really been looking for a good server and this seems to have what I really have been looking for!
What can you bring to the server?: I can bring a lot of good RP by staying in character and I can bring leadership and unbiased views as I was a leader of the Humans on Aeonis which had me deal with lots of problems and kept my RP very sharp
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Name: Revel
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about 5’5 with not a lot of muscle on him recently due to stress and worry as he does not know if his family survived. He has green eyes with Brown hair that is not styled in any certain way. He is a great runner so he has muscle toned legs but not good upper body strength.
Personality: Very nervous around others, once you get to know him he is pretty relaxed and just wants to have a good time does not want to cause a lot of harm. Though he is very abrasive if you threaten him or his friends in any way. He wants to be respected so he tries to act older than he is.
Background Story:
Revel came through the portal feeling slightly dizzy. He looked around at the temple ruins and was in awe. He walked around taking in what he was seeing and for once letting go of his fear for his family for a few seconds. He laughed a little and smiled knowing it was a new start, an adventure. He sat down and waited for his parents, as he sat he heard a branch break, he jumped up and looked around ready to bolt if needed be. After seeing that everything was good he sat back down and waited, not knowing that he would be waiting quite awhile since his parents were pretty far back in the line. He started to daze off and dreams haunted him. The dreams showed his family frantically gathering some supplies to take and running out the door, they ran into a mass crowd heading towards the portal and he was separated from his family. He ran towards the portal knowing his legs could help him beat anyone around him, of course lots of people had already gone through, so pushing and sliding by people he got to the mass crowd and jumped into the portal ahead, after someone tried to grab him. He woke up and sought to see if anyone else had come through, but none was to be found. He thought how can they be this far behind? Why haven’t other people come through? He realized for the first time he was on his very own. Not the very first time, due to his parents being fairly poor, but he was now in control of his own destiny, with that he went to seek out others before him.
Another Aeonis player! I was Vectus, the Bandi Lord... We may not have gotten along well. Either way, I'm glad to see more Aeonis players here! I'm on my phone, so unless another staff member beats me to it, you won't have full permissions for another hour or two.
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IGN: _Rythian_
Age: 19
Previous RP experience: A few minecraft servers, but mostly WOW. Granted that was a few years ago.
Why do you wish to join: I really enjoy role-playing when i can. I've been looking for a server with enough dedicated people for awhile and i hope i can find that here.
What can you bring to the server?: I hope to bring clever dialogue that supports my character and helps to make my fellow Irilians have a positive experience while on the server.
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Name: Hubert Mann
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hubert is five feet nine inches, has an average build for a man his age, short brown hair, and green eyes hidden behind crystalline spectacles. He wears clothing similar to what you would expect men to wear around the beginning of the twentieth century or the end of the nineteenth. (Think Steampunk?)
Personality: Hubert is intelligent and inquisitive, always asking questions and trying to understand every aspect of the current situation. He is an archaeologist historian, and chronicler. Not afraid to get his hands a little dirty in the pursuit of knowledge, and the furtherance of science and the arcane arts. Hes generally not a fighting man, preferring to solve problems with discussion rather than blades. But if the need arises, hes been known to take up arms as a last resort.
Background: As a young man, Hubert was always fascinated with ancient cultures and lost knowledge. He enrolled in the archaeology department of the great college of Minecraftia, and was taught under the world famous Horatio Grizwold. After graduating the class he traveled the world looking for any lost knowledge, which led him on many adventures to the far corners of the world and back again. Some it seems will be greater than others.
11th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"I arrived in the small town of hallowfel this morning. It is not particularily interesting as far as outlying towns go, and the locals are wary of strangers. i forsee getting them to answer my questions about the local ruins a problem."
12th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"After asking around the village for the rest of yesterday and the majority of today, it appears i was correct about these bumpkins knowledge of anything other than crops or the weather. The only person who could help my cause in any way was the local priest, who explained to me that the ruins existed far before the arrival of the town in this area. This would suggest an age of more than one hundred and seventy years. I will investigate the ruins tomorrow and report my findings as soon as possible."
13th of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, Hallowfel
"Good news. The ruins, although appearing from the outside as a simple stone tower, has been revealed to be the entrance to a subteranean stucture of what i guess is of massive proportions. I only ventured a small way down before my torch started to inexplicably sputter and begin to die. This worried me greatly at first because this could suggest a lack of oxygen in the tunnels. The problem with this theory is that i could see small rodents dart around in the darkness ahead when my torch first started having issues. This leads me to believe some type of spell is at work here and i may need the assistance of those insuferable mages. I will return to the ruins as early as i can tomorrow, with hopefully a more thought out plan."
14th? of Octember 13th year of the 7th era, unknown location
"Ive woken up in the most peculiar of places this morning. A clearing in the woods amongst ancient looking ruins. This journal is mostly destroyed by some unknown force and i do not remember coming here. Perhaps these two are related. I can see a decreped looking staircase ahead, i believe that is the way to go. I will leave this here for anyone who might be looking for me to find and know where ive gone. Goodbye, until we meet again."
Hubert Mann
Accepted!
IGN: zJester
Age: 19
Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien.
Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server.
What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
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Name: Leon Valcruz
Age: looks around 27 (however ageless)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Leon has an evident look of royalty about him. He walks around in gold plated armor crested with blue gems to symbolize the colors of his former city, he also has brown hair and a well-kept goatee which distinguish his nobility.
Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand.
Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
IGN: Amagous
Age: 19
Previous RP Experience: I have a vast RP history, ranging back from Runescape light RP when I was 10 until I was about 14, to Garrysmod Serious RP (Terminator, STALKER, City RP, Apocalyptic RP, Zombie Survival RP) over the past 5 years, to MC RP on many servers, ranging from light RP on Civ RP and Toria to medium RP on Lord of the Craft to Serious RP on Ravien. I have RP'd on well over 20 MC servers, those are just the 4 that are the most prominent in my mind.
Why do you wish to join?: The server I currently play on, Ravien, is shutting down. As such, it's time for me to move on and find a new permanent server.
What can you bring to the server?: I bring a creatively rich mind, a passion for quality roleplay, an ambitious drive, and quality leadership. I always end up leading a group in any MC RP server, and Iriliath will be no different, should I be accepted.
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Name: Torsin Fallhammer
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Torsin is 6'1 tall, roughly 240 pounds (Give or take depending upon his recent diet and battle scars), and has rugged, medium length, hazel-brunette hair that flows down to the base of his neck on the backside, and halfway down his ears on the sides. He is a very muscular body build, with his upper arms bulging noticeably compared to the rest of his body from years of swinging his warhammer, Folgrimer. He has a straight, large scar across his left eye, going from up and slightly to it's right down to the left. The scar is clearly from a blade, and is nearly 4 inches in length. Torsin's skin is rugged and rough, with thick, burly hair blanketing his legs, and a thinner layer across his arms. He has cyan-greenish eyes, and an unremarkable nose.
Personality: Torsin is an outwardly complicated character. While he has a history of intense violence and seemingly barbaric ways, he is a gentle man towards those he considers his kin and friends, possessing substantial intellectual capacity that he has made substantial use of. He is an educated man who is well versed in the proper use of his language, though he often reverts back to the warrior slang he was raised around on a whim. Torsin is also fiercely loyal, preferring death to abandoning his kin, having nearly met his end due to such on several occasions. Torsin also has a strong hate for gnolls, magic, and those who wield magic carelessly, recklessly, or selfishly.
If I had to sum him up in one sentence (Technically, albeit a run on sentence), it would be this. Torsin is a man who can awake to war in the morning, standing before his brothers in arms to bless them with an inspiring speech full of gruesome acts and wretched curses, charging out upon the front lines with them to mercilessly slaughter their foes without pause, returning to the battle camp in victory and glory afterwards and arm in arm with his surviving brethren, sharing a drink or two and a tale of wars come and gone before retiring for the night to his tent where his lover awaits, bestowing upon her the most caring and passionate love making of her life, night after night as his passion burns greater for her with every day.
Background Story: Where to start with this one..... There's so much to Torsin's backstory, it's hardly fair to choose any one area over another. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Otherwise, I'll keep this short to a very slight backstory and his entry into Iriliath.
Deep within the mountains of Alteran lived the great clan Fallhammer. Praised for their prowess in battle and their unshakable devotion to their cause, they stood watch over the lower realms to the south and east against the giants and gnollish hordes to the north. Torsin may as well have been born into clan Fallhammer, as his mother gave him up seven weeks after his birth, preferring a life for him as a noble warrior rather than the poverty stricken servitude that she lived in. He knows not of his father nor his origins, and knew not of his mother until he was 28 years old. By then, she had been long since dead, serving no purpose in his life after birth but to remind him that his clan was the only family he had.
As Torsin grew up, he learned the ways of clan Fallhammer, training day after day with all manner of weapons, but showing an adapt swiftness with warhammer's that rivaled that of the chieftan's of old. At the age of 13, he forged his first set of battle-armor; a right of passage for the youth of clan Fallhammer. While being far from flashy, Torsin had studied well, making his armor practical in every manner he had studied. He forged his second set of battle-armor when he was 22, having long since outgrown his first set. He also forged his warhammer, Folgrimer, which weighed in at a massive 82 pounds. If it had not been for his years in the mines, he would not have been able to swing the mighty hammer, much less fight with the grace of a dancer with it.
As years went by, events took place in clan Fallhammer, slowly souring Torsin's connection to all of his kin but one; his bloodsworn brother Tolin. Finally, after two years of agonizing betrayal, Torsin called forth his allies that he had made over the years, and in the night, he, Tolin, and his allies struck. They slaughtered all of clan Fallhammer except for the duo, though Tolin fell during the fighting, leaving Torsin the soul survivor of clan Fallhammer when the sun rose upon the bloody spectacle. Having not 2 hours to rest, Torsin drank what he knew to be his final mug of mead, visited the temple of the 9 gods within the clan's settlement, and paid worship to all 9 Gods and Goddess's before setting out alone to face the gnollish hordes that plagued the mountains.
Torsin awoke upon a beach, the soft waves crashing against his face bringing him to consciousness. His right hand still clutching tightly to Folgrimer, he could not remember what happened during the fight. But here he was, in a strange place, and still alive. Surely, the Goddess Cahl had answered his prayers, and delivered him to safety for his devotion and bravery. But where exactly was this place? He knew not, for the tangled web of vegetation and bark that towered infront of him like a great wall was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Still, as dauntless as ever, Torsin picked himself up, slinging his warhammer over his shoulder and onto his back before slowly drudging into the jungle to find some answers about where he was, and how he had arrived here.
(( OOC: I truly do have a massive extensive backstory for Torsin written up. I just don't have it all down in one area aside from inside my head. It's scattered apart inside server chat logs, personal 1 on 1 chats with people, forum posts, skype group chats, and one or two other area's. However, I can assure you there is much more to the above than just what I mentioned. It just would take far, far too long to explain it all so that it made sense. I hope you will understand, and find what I have provided thus far satisfactory. As I said, if you have any questions, please ask. I'd be happy to answer. ))
Interesting how you mixed the history of your past RP with our current one, I dare say it works, after re-reading it. only thing is a bit more in appearance and you should be fine.
Make sure to re-read our lore if you haven't done so already, usually an app that doesn't show that you read our lore wouldn't get you accepted but you have a solid background made none the less. Welcome to Iriliath.
IGN- CaptainNips
Age: 15
Previous RP Experience: The servers I have been on are.... The Kingdom of Aeonis, Realm of Gwomath, Land of Armin and the Kingdom of Ravien. I have also taken part in numerous roleplay forums from Metro 2033 to LotR.
Why do you wish to join?: I love to roleplay and want to continue my character's story. My current server is also being shut down, like my friend who applied above.
What can you bring to the server?: I am a great roleplayer and I am sure I can help bring a fantastic experience to everyone and help the Iriliath atmosphere.
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Name: Eolair Ignus
Age: 60, appears to be 23 due to his Lycan genes
Gender: Male
Appearance: Eolair is tan skinned and has loose brown hair that goes down to his shoulders. His eyes are hazel and a long scar goes along his right cheek. He has rough facial hair. Eolair's facial features can be described as almost hawkish in nature. He is lean but well built, able to move fast and strike hard. Eolair has a wolflike bite on his arm. He even has square-like and surgical torture scars upon his chest from dissection. On top of noth his hands, the emblem of an Aeonis king is branded.
Personality: Eolair tends to be quiet however he will always stand up to stop any injustice and cruelty being done. Eolair is very noble and will never harm or kill without reason. Over the years, Eolair has grown colder after seeing much death and change. He may have lost his youthful joyfullness but he also lost his tendency of anger.
Background Story: Eolair reached Iriliath after yet again being cast out into the Void. He has seen many worlds but few were like this one.... But first, I must tell the beginning of Eolair's story. When he was just a boy... youthful, rash and a mere speck of dust compared to the whole world around him.
Eolair was born in the town of Brithorn, in the Kingdom of Aeonis. His mother died in childbirth and so that left his father to take care of hom. Eolair lived with his father in a small cottage where he learned how to hunt and track animals. Eolair loved the life outside, he could be free and never worry about the rules of society. By the age of 9, he could already shoot a rabbit from 20 meters away. His father also taught Eolair history and the deeds of great men before him. All was well in Brithorn until the Black Dawn, a blight of magic and darklings that sweapt across Aeonis. Eolair ran away with his Father to the Templar keep where villagers were rallying inside for safety. The Templars were recruiting men to go on a rescue mission to gather up lost villagers. Eolair's father, being the noble man he was, joined in to help. Eolair begged him to stay but his father would have none of it. He comforted his son that he would return but... he never did. Whether his father was killed by darklings or lost is unknown. Eolair was taken in by the Templars, protectors and religious keepers, but he soon ran away. For 10 years Eolair lived by himself in the woods and even made his way to New Cormyr, a great trading city.
When he was 23, Eolair joined the Human kingdom under King Kharg Nidel. He made many friends, including Placet Revel and the old advisor Otto. Eolair fought as an archer, in the military, against the Demons and later became a Werewolf due to a Damned Wolf's bite. He loved the life of a soldier! Just being in the middle of everything at Cormyr was a great joy. But Eolair's life, soon, completely changed. King Kharg turned into a corrupt ruler who would destroy anyone who stood against his new dream, to conquer all Aeonis
Eolair disagreed with King Kharg so created a revolutionary group, called the Hidden Alliance, with a man named Patrick. The Alliance fought hard and well against Kharg, even discovering the source of the King's corrupt acts. While trying to extract information from Otto von Kraubben, the king's advisor, Eolair was captured as King Kharg himself and the mage, Mleza, jumped out. Eolair was taken to a dungeon where he was tortured and kept in a close and miserable cell. Mleza would make fun of his misery and force him to travel through this maze where the exit to the dungeon was said to be there. But later on, Batio Blackthorn and Anna Vos'Eldru defeated the dunegon keeper Mleza and freed Eolaif. After being freed, Eolair became a fugitive and was unable to do much without being discovered. The civil war continued until... the End.
The land of Aeonis seemed to have met it's End, no one knows the real cause. Eolair only remembers a bright flash before he was consumed in a massive, whirling portal. Eolair would never see Aeonis again, along with Brithorn and many of his friends. The revolutionary miraculously ended up in the Land of Armin, a realm also torn by a civil war but between the lovers of nature and the behemoths of technology. Eolair joined the Elven kingdom and became Commander of the Elven armies under Forest Lord Will Goldwood, another man of Aeonis and member of the Hidden Alliance. The Elves fought with the Fae, led by Tokoz Blackoak, against the Dark Elves of Hauclir and the corrupted Humans. Armin also soon met it's end as the Gods themselves left the land and purged Armin of all magical beings and creatures. Eolair, somehow, survived the purge and was transported to Ravien.
Not much else is to be said about Eolair as of now... He reached Ravien and met many new and old friends. He gained and he lost and even became a Knight for Lord Leon Valcruz. After the inevitable demise of Ravien, Eolair looked into a dark portal that suddenly stretched out before him. He sighed and cursed fate before he leapt into the portal. Eolair stepped through and suddenly took in a breath full of the hot, jungle air. He looked around and took in the great trees and sandy beaches around him. Here, as Eolair always promises himself, he shall start anew. The rest of Eolair's story.... has yet to be told!
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) redheadfreak
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity)
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) 20
Why do you wish to join?: I stopped playing minecraft a while ago and I am looking to play again on a RP server and this one seems unique and unlike other so far!
What can you bring to the server?: I am an excellent team player and a very hard worker. I might help probe the violent side of the server
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Odawa
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) A clean shaven man, which a slight build. Not too much muscle, but enough to define and look dangerous. Around 6 feet tall, blue eyes, dirty blond hair. There are no scars on Owada's face, and his body looks like he hasn't seen a lot of manual work in his day. Owadais not considered a beauty, but cute never the less. Owada changes the type of pants daily, but the tend to look nice, but after coming into Irialiath they became rather dirty. His shoes are simple, but his shirt makes him look like someone who someone looks at twice, but then realizes they aren't anyone special.
Personality: (Same as above) Great poker face, but when angry Owada loses control and might say or do things regrettable things. Normally Owada doesn't have a smile on his face, but when addressed there is a slight smile due to always being pleasant, but not quite happy. When talking to women Owada tends to blush a lot since he has little experience on the ways of flirting.
IGN: zJester
Age: 19
Previous RP Experience: I've been on and off for like 2-3 years rp servers-wise, The servers go from Impact to Rise of the Kings, to recently Ravien.
Why do you wish to join?: Our server is being shut down, forcing us all to find a new server.
What can you bring to the server?: All the people of my former server and I tend to be very.. interesting with my RP experiences.
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Name: Leon Valcruz
Age: looks around 27 (however ageless)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 6 feet tall, Leon has a very upright posture, However now that he is in a foreign land he has chosen to wear a hood hiding his face, all that is evident is his pearly white smile inside of what seems to be made out as a goatee. Leon wears a tan cloak possibly from a lion, a ferocious cat from another world, who knows.
Personality: Very subliminal. By that, I mean he talks around a subject alot to figure out the information that he wants to know without directly asking it. Also, Leon is very direct in his actions as every action he makes is well planned as every scenario was played out in his head beforehand.
Background Story: Leon Valcruz originated in a world known as Aurora where he was born as one of the original mortals to exist in the plane of existence. From the moment the world was born, Leon existed. However, as time went on, Leon learned from the experiences of all mortals who were born and died. He grew very hardened and cold to the world around him, swearing to bring an end to this current method of thinking. He took on a persona for doing so, known as "The Jester." He wreaked much havoc in the society of Aurora capturing the central city of Aelon. However his utter demise was when he attempted to absorb the dark god, Shi. His plan reversed on him and his son was killed by his own hands. Everything that he had worked for now laid in waste, so he swallowed his pride and made the only decision he knew. Leon Valcruz sacrificed his soul to seal away the powers of Shi and was thrown into the abyss of the void. Leon later awoke in a foreign land known as Ravien. He quickly made it his mission to bring an end to the corruption that this place similarly suffered from. He overruled the Pirate Queen and took over her territory, taking no time to rise up his city known as Azure, which became the largest city in the land. Leon once was a man of great power as well, As he had unexpectedly taking on the role of the dark god Shi, as the gatekeeper of the void. Due to all the havoc being caused by the beings of the voids, Ravien now began being crushed by the pressure of the void, utterly leading to it's demise. Leon used what power he had to bring those important with him to the place he saw most suitable and safe as it was evident the void had opened before. Re-opening the tear of the past, Leon walked through the black hole of the void and smelled the air of the jungle. Something seemed off with the area. His powers shook unsteadily and Leon soon realized that something was throwing his abilities off. Wherever he was, it was clear he wasn't leaving any time soon. Now all that was on his concern was pulling the beings of his former world to this new world (known as Iriliath), no matter what the sacrifice necessary.
IGN: haybalebarn
Age: Within a week of 17
Previous RP Experience: Kingdom of Aeonis Server, Dungeons and Dragons, plus Forum rp since I was around 12.
Why do you wish to join?: I love RP, but I have difficulties finding minecraft servers that has the right feel. This server has the right feel.
What can you bring to the server?: I hope a rather upstanding member with a fairly interesting character. I'm not the best at building, though I enjoy it quite a bit, but I believe my ability to roleplay and stay in character is rather fine tuned. But I'm biased, so who knows?
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Name: Hay
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hay stands at a modest 5 feet ten inches tall (1.65 meters-ish, according to the internet). He has rather fair skin and brown hair that falls to about his shoulders. He has high cheekbones and bright green eyes which are often threatened to be covered by his bangs. He has an unremarkable nose, because everyone cares about nose shape when writing an rp app. In general, his body is slightly on the skinny side, but it is obvious that most of his body mass is muscle. He wears dark leather boots and loose brown cloth pants. Around his waist he wears a belt with many small pouches on it, presumably to contain things. He wears a green shirt with golden colored designs on it with short sleeves. There is a leather strap that covers his upper torso which straps a mysterious obsidian dagger to his back. On his hands are dark leather gloves that remain on at all times and are slightly embroidered with swirling patterns. If one is to see Hay's hands without the gloves on, they will notice how shockingly white they are, as if Hay has never taken the gloves off. Furthermore, on to the top of his right hand is a malformed patch of skin that is glossy white, scar tissue from an old wound. On the top of his left hand, he has a matching scar what is charred black, as if recently burned.
Personality: Hay is a being within constant flux. Sometimes he can be cheerful, friendly, and kind. Other times he doesn't give a damn about anybody but himself, and will ignore any who speak to him. He seems to experience the normal range of emotions to a much greater degree than... well, normal. However, the personality traits he generally sinks into is fairly typical. He treats most people that he meets with a coldness, and if he gets into a disagreement with someone, it is more likely to turn into a hard resolve than flaring anger. Underneath this cold facade he is rather kind and caring, but he is also cautious and wary to trust. But that's only when he's in a normal mood, with the variation in his personality, it is hard to truly judge what he will do next.
Background Story: Hay doesn't remember much of Aurelia, but what he does remember are mere fragments. Flash - a slight smile - then nothing - blinding light - nothing - his mothers embrace - darkness - "I told you it would never work!" "Shut up!" A small collapsed shack - yet another blank - searing magical energy clinging too his hands, and all he could do was endure-. That is all the comes to mind when he attempts to remember, peices that can never be redeemed, and maybe never should be.
Before he first opened his eyes to the land of Iriliath, he could of sworn he heard a soft whisper warning him "Duck!" but perhaps it was merely his own survival instincts. So, as he opened his eyes, he ducked, and the sharp retort of flint colliding with hard bark, a skeleton face seeming to give him a dispairing glance as it was bathed in the light of an almost crimson moon. All of the forest was stained this deep crimson as if the trees themselves were bleeding in agony at having to share themselves with yet another new arrival to their world. Hay's eyes narrowed, and he scrambled around the tree and bolted. He never turned around to check, but the skeleton's bones cackled with delight as it chased it's quarry, and it was soon joined by ever more evil clicks and clacks, and even groans and rotting flesh pounding itself against the ground. Hay's eyes caught a quick glance of what seemed to be carved stone, and he immediately headed for it- perhaps he could find a weapon there, as in his current sorry state he had nothing to defend himself.
Hay's brain briefly registered that the building looked like a type of pyramid before it filed that useless information away, and his loud footfalls and breaths soon echoed through out the corridors of the building. He continued to descend down into the depths of the building, somehow managing to avoid the many collapsed passages and deadends. He came to a cavernous chamber with a red shaft from above dripping onto an alter in the center. This room had no exits. He turned to leave, but before he could get out the door, his path became blocked by a moaning composite of flesh surely awakened from deep within the pyramid. Cursing, he turned back into the room, perhaps there was something useful there! He had to hope. And his hope was rewarded with a dull glinting from the alter. Sprinting over and out of time, he reached the alter and found a peculiar purple and black dagger made of stone stabbed into the top of it. Without thinking, Hay pulled it off the alter, and was surprised as two interlocking peices disconnected and he suddenly was holding two daggers in his hands. He tried to marvel longer, but the stench of the zombie became too great and too close for comfort, so he quickly stabbed and killed the horror. His grin could not be taken away by the putrid zombie blood that splashed onto his face, but the smile quickly faded as the rest of the horde filled in. Turning around, he was startled to see tendrils of solid blood hanging from the ceiling. He shook his head in horror, but then realized that these were no tentacles, but vines bathed in the strange moon's light.
Scrambling out from the lower room and onto the top of the... what was it called again? Ah yes, pyramid, Hay felt content. There was a whole jungle out there, just for him, and the wind at his back nearly whispered the promises of adventure. He let out a strange little chuckle, then followed the urging of the wind, a grin of excitement on his face.
Thanks for editing it, welcome to Iriliath.
Welcome to Iriliath.
Woops, it's all good. Re-welcome
Hey TrompeOeil. Thank you for the acceptance, and I assure you that I did indeed read the server lore. However, due to its nature and Torsin's back story, there wasn't a way for me to adequately tie him into the server lore that didn't conflict with his background (I've played him in Ravien, and am carrying him over) other than the *blacks out, no idea what happened* method. The staff are free to set that in stone any way they like. Perhaps he came from another world or dimension as others did, being sent there by the Goddess Cahl from her realm where she truly has power. Perhaps this is the same world and simply another area of it, and Cahl does exist and has power in her realm of the world? Perhaps Cahl is nothing more than superstition and there is a more mortal tale to Torsin's survival? It's free to interpretation, and the admins are free to write that part of his story in stone one way or another if they like, at least for Iriliath. But yes, to wrap it up, as I said, I did read the server lore. Due to the in-ability to adequately tie it in, I did what little I could, which was Torsin waking up in front of the grand thickness of the jungle, which if I recall correctly there are three of in Iriliath according to the lore on the opening post. Anyways, thanks again. Hope to see you in server soon
IGN: (The one you use to log in to MC) dmas7292
Age: (While we encourage a variety of age groups, we still want to keep the server to a certain level of maturity) 16
Previous RP Experience: (Including other servers, or post by post experiences.) Herocraft, Block Empires
Why do you wish to join?: Because I love to rp and I have been looking for a good rp server for a while, and this looks like it just might be it.
What can you bring to the server?: I have played many rp games and rp minecraft servers and I am very good at roleplaying.
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Name: (Any names related to League of Legends will get you ignored) Urgrim
Age: (A certain amount of realism is required here) 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: (We expect a proficient display of writing and description when you describe your character, we will not hesitate to tell you to improve if we feel the need arises.) This man has fair skin, lilac eyes and wild grey hair which is sometimes quite matted. He has an angular face and a rounded jaw. He is 6' 1" and has an average build. His clothes are usually quite fine and he prefers them to be patterned. A notable feature is his nice smile.
Personality: (Same as above) He is an arrogant young man. He likes to work alone, but he will work with others if he feels the need to. He is afraid of combat, so he tries to avoid other people as much as possible. He loves to help out when he is needed. He severly hates when people ignore and disrespect him.
Background Story: (We expect your background to relate in one way or another to the given lore, as much as we enjoy creative writing we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another) I was born in a village along a gentle river, where the sun shined most of the year, and people never ran out of things to do. You could say we were a peaceful community, though the occasional fight or theft did occur. The village's population had worked mostly as farmers, tilling the fields in the always humid springs, and harvesting during the light chill fall brought on every year. During the winter I would beg my parents to let me follow them to the city, where they sold there hard earned wheat and barley. Most of these men were ripped off, getting prices for it much cheaper than what it would normally sell for. Sadly I only got the chance to follow them once or twice, when the weather those years was warmer than usual.
My Father himself had worked as a blacksmith, always coming home with some sort of burn or injury, but happy none the less. Whenever I needed something he could make it make it for me, if I saw him anyway. He was a hard worker, spending untill the late evenings at work for his clients. Most of the town respected him, though some families despised him for being so successful in his trade. I personally didn't care if people didn't like him, for I wouldn't have him be any other way. My mother though, always pressured him, trying to convince him to move us to the city, where we would earn more money, and be able to put more food on the table for us. He never agreed with her on that though, he was always happy in our village, and it would've made him hate his job to move to a city anyway. People always needed things there, and some of them would kill if they couldn't get there order in time.
As for me, I always wanted to be an explorer, traveling all over Ravien to see what it had to offer. I had heard some men talk about Dwarves and Elves, occasionally I heard a horror story about the demons, who from what I heard long ago had wreaked havoc among the land, killing everyone. These stories, and maybe to my young mind even myths, only encouraged me. My mother and father didn't agree though, and wanted me to settle down, and learn to be a blacksmith aswell, as it would bring me more money in the end. I never liked blacksmithing though, the clanging of metal used to drive me crazy, and the smell of the kilns was simply foul. A girl named Margot made me want to stay behind aswell. You could say I had a crush on her, or you could call it love, even though she was two years older than me. I kept it a secret though, though I suppose it was quite obviouse to, as whenever Margot was near me, my heart beat faster, I flushed, and I even stumbled on my words. I looked like a fool.
In the end, I cracked due to the pressure from my parents, and started learning blacksmithing from my father, no matter how much I disliked it. At first I was slow to learn, fumbling around with the tools, once or twice some almost fell into the fire, he would have never forgiven me if one did burn, as those tools were passed down through generations. As time passed I slowly caught on though, however slow it was. I started staying out with my father so long we would miss my mother calling us in for supper, sometimes we stayed there even past the twilight, and the village dimmed to an eerie blackness. Once or twice when I couldn't get something right, I would be out there untill dawn, even after my father had went back home to bed. I soon even felt at home there as the years flew by. By the time I was 15 I had gotten good enough at the art to even rival my father, and unlike him I brought my wares to the town, and sold them to the soldiers and civilians who needed them. I was starting to be known all around, some people proud of my work, some envious. Part of me still wanted out though, the chance to travel, and see distant lands I had only heard about. The chance eventually came, but not how I would have ever expected it.
It had been 3-4 years since I started traveling to the city to sell, and I became quite rich. I even handed money out sometimes to the other townsfolk, and helped then get better deals when they went to the city in the winter. Our town was getting more successful, for better or worse. My mother was proud, and i felt like she always knew what to say, my father though, was happy for me, but in the proccess of my success his business went downhill, and his tools were no longer needed by nearly as many people. It couldn't be helped I guess, the apprentice eventually has to be better than the master.
After all this time, when I was 18, I finally had my chance with Margot. At first she didn't seem interested, because of how I acted growing up, but I eventually convinced her to give me a chance. At first we saw eachother only once or twice a week, but as we found more and more in common, we started meeting more. Our parents didn't fully approve, but by that point we didn't care, we were in love. One time I brought her roses, the best I could find in the nearby forests. She adored them, and even planned on starting her own garden with some of them after that. I couldn't have been happier during this time in my life, I had money, success, and a love whom I planned to get engaged with in a few weeks. The money though, Margot didn't care about that. She was a more simplistic woman, who would rather live a life with what she had than change her ideas just to earn more.
A night before I was to go on my final date with Margot, and propose, soldiers marched in. They had been on there way to loot and take a city a ways off, but they were low on supplies. When they demanded for supplies all the townsfolk could so is that they had just enough to feed themselves, and they couldn't spare any. Upon hearing the news the commander was outraged, and ordered the town to be burned, and to kill whomever they liked. Ironically some of these men carried my own blades, and were now killing my own people. I quickly ran across town to Margot, to try to save her from the soldiers. All around me my whole life was being burned before my eyes, and people I had known since I was a child were being killed. I made it to her house only to find soldiers about to break down the door, I tried to stop them, but was pushed aside. I yelled, trying to convince them, saying that I would pay them if I had to, none listened though. Within minutes the door was broken down, and the soldiers charged in. Margot tried to resist, to break free of there iron grasps and get to me, but it was to late. They stabbed her in the chest, and shoved her to the floor before my very eyes. During her last seconds alive, I could see tears forming in her eyes before she mouthed, "See you on the other side," and then the last life left in her eyes dimmed out.
I did not know what to say, and all I wanted was revenge, I started to try to attack a soldier, oblivious to the fact that I would die. I was knocked out cold within seconds from there fists.
Hours later I awoke, only to find soldiers all around me, talking about what to do with me. After a few seconds they noticed I was awake, and a soldier told a man to run for the commander, while they guarded me. While I waited, I had no idea what to think, were my parents alive? Was any of the town even left? Then I remembered about margot, and I couldn't control myself, I burst into tears in front of the soldiers. It seemed like an hour had passed before the commander finally came, he said the men had recognized me for my wares, and some had even seen me selling them in the city. The commander gave me two options, either I could join them, or they would dispatch a few soldiers to march me off to the city. I said I would accompany them, for what did I have left to do? Everything I knew was gone. I did ask if I could leave when I wanted to though, and the commander agreed and gave me a day to mourn before they would go.
I walked into what was once the town, to find everything burned to the ground, even my parents house was gone, I presumed them dead as I was the only prisoner. I had some soldiers who knew me help me plant a tree in the center of the ruins, and there I carved me and Margots name, so she would always be there, waiting. Beside the tree I placed a rose, remembering how much she loved them. I then spent the rest of the day mourning her, and everyone elses loss, though her loss burned the deepest into my mind. The next day I joined the soldiers, in the march to siege the other city.
There were fires, everywhere. the troops had broken through the wall, and were burning buildings as they made there way through the city, pillaging, looting, and even raping the women as they advanced towards the town center. As the flames leapt from building to building, I saw the dead in them, in there souls I saw some of what made the human soul, sadness, anger, pride, and a sense of true terror. Some of the men called me mad, but who is to say in Irilitah this can't happen in something so sacred and basic as a flame? Some of these made me come close to tears, most made me feel guilty for supplying these men who had done this with arms and armor. One soul I saw was a defender of the city, who had fallen when part of the wall collapsed from the sappers. Multiple bones in his body was broken, he was bleeding profusely, and he had multiple burns all over his body. What affected me the most though, was when I saw a ring on his finger. This man had a wife, and maybe even children somewhere in the city. Were they dead aswell, and was I to blame?!? Soon after this siege, I requested to leave, and the commander accepted, knowing what horrors I had seen, even if he didn't fully believe them himself.
Today, I now wander the land, traveling from town to town, and exploring the land. In my spare time I craft tools no ordinary man has seen, made by my sadness, anger, remorse, and even with the loss of my love, Margot. Most of them I keep, some I sell as they earn a fair amount of money. The only things that keeps me going is my dream of exploration, and that fact that we only have one chance at life, and I want mine to count, and if I can try to do things that margot would agree with, if she is watching over me somehow, some way.
Welcome to Iriliath, if someone hasn't already accepted you.