The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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All players should use common sense and have generally polite behavior OOCly.
No griefing.
No theft OOCly. If you're stealing RPly, the victim must be online.
No meta- or power-gaming.
No racism, sexism, or general intolerance and bigotry expressed OOCly. When you're roleplaying, it's okay (But you can't walk around saying bad things about a group of people in the real world and claim it was your character).
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Keep swearing to a minimum, at least out of courtesy.
Character limit is currently set to two(2).
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(love you Jally ;3).
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Races
The Earthkin are a race of tall, strong people. Their hair grows quickly and thickly atop their heads and their ears resemble that of a feline, canine or bear.There's a small town of them in the Petrified Desert south of Alta. Their natural muscle mass, height and endurance compels them to be much more physically inclined, although they all use some form of simple magic.
Skykin are people much like the Nightkin, but after they opened their minds they had massive Mental Changes. They typically have blue or purple eyes and tend towards tallness, with sharp, tall ears. Their kind age slowly, a few years of age seeming like one to them.Skykin are the first race to master the use of magic about 10,000 years ago. They kept it a secret from others for a few centuries before it leaked out. Their particular magic has always had to do with defense and telekinesis as they were often targeted for their riches.
The Nightkin are a race of 5-7 foot tall creatures with many shades of skin. Their ears are rounded and their eyes can vary in color as well.Their skills, personality and physique can very greatly based on lifestyle. They're the most adaptive race in Ultisa. After the Skykin rose their island, they gathered together and bonded on the ground. They had to hide. The Nightkin utilized their natural efficiency in large numbers and built a safe haven in the mountains north of the Petrified Desert.The Nightkin are the only race that are not immune to the Blight. Long exposure to certain types of monsters causes individuals to begin to experience the below effects.
Excerpt from a study on the effects of exposure to the monsters on Nightkin, dubbed 'The Blight' by Harles Pekroc.
Rotted-Flesh Creatures:Reduces the amount of pain one feels, as well as granting them a moderate boost in physical strength. While inflected with this particular brand of blight, however, the user become rather sensitive to light as well as losing their ability to heal naturally from wounds.
Slime Creatures:When infected with slime blight, the user is able to turn any limb or body part into a gelatinous appendage in order to both attack and defend if necessary. While conventional weapons (swords, arrows, etc.) appear to have no affect on their bodies, it should be noted they can easily be displaced by water and set aflame. Also keep in mind that they are not entirely comprised of slime meaning at most they can turn one body part into slime at a time.
The Burster Creatures:Studying these individuals proved difficult, as they all possessed a very aggressive nature. From afar it was observed that they are quite physically volatile as any large amount of stress or any sort of physical damage inflicted upon them cause them to spread a fine amount of gunpowder in the air around them that ignites causing a decent amount of blast damage in about a 2 meter radius of their position. While the blast caused is strong enough to knock weaker individuals off their feet and knock people back, it also causes damage to the user, albeit not as much as it does to the area around them.
Phaseling Creatures:The individuals infected by phase blight are perhaps the most dangerous of those discovered thus far. They possess not only the ability to phase through certain solid masses but can also teleport at will in a rather large radius around the area up to about a 20 feet range in all directions. This power of course has a toll as much like the creature they draw their powers from their skin burns from simple contact with water. Although not as harmful to them as their Phaseling brethren water is still a viable weapon to be used against them.This is just a list of the known blighted creatures that cause the strange mutation in Nightkin. If more are discovered in the future they shall be added post haste.
Lore
Two centuries ago, a dreaded woman was born. Without heed did she travel the world and destroy everything and anything that she passed. Many perished under her hands, and she ended their lives without remorse or care.
The people after years of living in fear of this vicious wretch finally decided to end her existence once and for all. The country called upon its most powerful warriors from each land and banded against the evil woman. It was a hard fought battle but in the end they dealt a fatal blow to the dark force and drove her off to face her death. She trekked through a vast desert for days, becoming weaker with each passing second. As her vision began to fade, she collapsed next to a dying shrub; which considering the situation seemed fitting in a way. As she fell into the sand, slowly bleeding out, she screamed in rage releasing every bit of pent up malice she had not been able to enact upon the filthy people that inhabited this world. As she took her final breaths, she only took solace in the fact that perhaps she could wreak as much pain and misery in her next life as she did in this one.
With that final thought she passed away with a sadistic grin etched upon her face. Her final wish would come to pass sadly as blood she had lost in her final moments had reached the withered plant she had fallen beside. As the blood trickled along the roots they seemed to come alive at it’s touch, thirsting for more as they extended outward to consume the rest. Within moments the body was nothing more than an empty husk. The small plant on the verge of death had been sated and began to writhe with newfound life. It would bide it’s time for now and wait for it’s strength to return. Before it’s slumber it released a lone black spore high into the air.
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This plugin allows many of the player to receive many unique abilities thus allowing them to have a more enjoyable experience over all. This being said newcomers shall be given one upon logging onto the server base on their app and what we feel would suit them at the time. Players with be given a choice between two abilities and will be given instructions on how to use said abilities upon receiving them. Each player has three ability slots to fill which as Offensive, Defensive and Passive so choose wisely. Once we feel as though an individual has reached a certain level of ability in character they shall be granted access to fill another slot.
Each races is given initial access to magic spells that they can learn from the current leader of their race. There are tiers of magic that can be learned right away after starting out and those which you must earn over time. Keep in mind that it is up to the discretion of the person teaching you what spells you have access to. If you wish to learn magic outside of your starting races list you will have to venture out of your starting city to do so. Lastly please do not beg for spells as stated in the rules.
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What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
(You may look it up, but cannot copy directly. This is so we know that you know!)
IGN
Knarfer
But you can call me Knarf... OR Knarfy... OR Knarferalicious, Knarfernator, and about 50 other nicknames that I can't even remember right now.
Age
Fourteeeeeeeeeennnnnnn
Roleplay Experience
Lord of the Craft, and Craft of Chivalry, forum RP, and Rise of Kings.
Mod on Craft of Chivalry.
Previous Bans
Nope.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is when someone uses information acquired through OOC means and use that (often to their advantage) in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
PowerGaming can be a character who is pure God in everything they do, but it is also when an emote does not allow an opponent to retort. i.e.
*Timmy stabs Bob 50,000,000,000 times and then throws his corpse in a lake*
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread?
Yus. Much yus.
IC
~+~+~
*A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.*
Hey, what's your name? Eric cocks his eyebrow at the man who suddenly believes that he has the authority to talk to him. It's a tavern where people either go to get drunk to drown out their past or go with friends to have a good time. Nonetheless, he acts kindly. "Eric Pevency."
How old are you? Though his smile appears warm and welcoming, he's getting a tad bit irritated at how this random stranger wants his ing life story. Just great. "28." he answers simply, mostly to completely avoid the display of an angry tone of voice.
And I'm guessing you are a...? What is the random man thinking? Is he planning on making a new friend? Because if he knew who he was talking to, he'd probably know that he's not getting a new friend, but he's likely going to be getting a knife in his heart. "Skykin." he mutters, still maintaining the simplicity as to avoid scaring the man away. After all, anyone could prove to be an essential asset.
What kind of person would you describe yourself as? His name, age, and race just wasn't enough to satisfy this *******'s needs. Okay, he decides to oblige, hoping that he will go away and leave him alone. "I usually tend to focus on objectives and do anything I have to do to get them done. I've been described as an opportunist, and I would agree with them thoroughly." He tops that sentence off with a sly smirk...
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
...but that smirk is immediately gone as he tosses his tankard of ale aside then stands up and leaves the inn. Of course, the random needs to know his life story all of the sudden.
It's not something he ever likes to talk about, but there is no person without a background.
In reality, he doesn't like his life at all, but he understands that he has to deal with it.
Born a ******* child, his parents obviously didn't want him. They dropped Eric off at an orphanage, and that was essentially the last he ever heard of his answers. The orphanage was no peaceful place, but instead it was a scrawny kid's worst nightmare.
Eric was a scrawny kid, bullied on a daily basis. Most days would end with his face covered in scars, bruises, and his body was sometimes even wounded. There was no order in this orphanage whatsoever, and Eric had to put up with it for 10 years, each day dreaming about the answers he desperately sought. This curiosity eventually led him to plot his escape from the orphanage. However, there was one Elizabeth who seemed to care deeply about him and would always be with him. They were best friends, but Eric knew nothing about love. She was adopted by a rich family and left him behind with his more than life.
Out of the streets, it wasn't any better for him. In fact, the orphanage was probably better than the forsaken public. Nonetheless, one day he was lured by an innocent-looking old man. Once lured, he was immediately captured. This is where the man attempted to take this Skykin child and break him to turn him evil, believing that an evil Skykin would do best with their powers. Where the man made his mistake is that he was not nice for the slightest instant. In fact, it was the exact opposite.
Eric was tortured on a daily basis, often a whip meeting the skin on his back on scarring it. Anyone who has the chance to see Eric's bare back would get a glance as his many scars.
Of course, since every system has it's flaws, Eric found a way out, but it took him many, many years to find and exploit the weakness. For seven years, his mentality was being broken down, and this somewhat sets him apart from some Skykin.
And that was all he cared to retain. He never wanted to speak of anything more than that, because that was all anyone needed.
Roleplay Experience: I got a few years on my back, involving multiple subjects such as Anime and Fantasy.
Previous Bans: Never been banned for a criminal act. Usually banned as a joke by friends.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?: Using the other chat, OOC, to commit actions in RP, even when they are unjust.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?: Going far beyond any capable limit in a RP, and without doing so with permission, like instantly decapitaing someones head without their consent OOCly and making it impossible to dodge/block.
Do you understand the Lore and Magic?: Yes, I read the Lore twice inorder to understand it. "Jimmies are Rustling" just thinking about such a lore. Never heard of one like it.
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"M...My name...? My name is...Lecio...Lecio Elduras."
How old are you?
"I am 19 years of age, sir...."
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race)
"Earthkin, and proud to be one..."
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Quiet, intelligent, and quick. I keep to myself for I cannot trust those around me. You do not know who might stick a knife in your back."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
"My home has long since burned down, but my story still thrives. I came from a small loving village of Earthkin, before it was destroyed by a pack of Nightkin Bursters. They crumbled out village with ease, no one but my father and a few of his friends knew how to fight. He and my mother were killed in the long run, and I was one of the few to sneak out of the village. If I had not of done so, I too would most likely have fallen. I forced myself to start venturing in order to survive. As you can see, I survived well enough to be here. I've only just begun teaching myself how to use what little magic my mother taught me, ways of hiding and running quick. My father taught me the ways of a blade, but its hard to remember. Ever since that single day, I've hated the Nightkin, every last one of them. Not enough to muder, no, but enough to show my anger."
Roleplay Experience: I got a few years on my back, involving multiple subjects such as Anime and Fantasy.
Previous Bans: Never been banned for a criminal act. Usually banned as a joke by friends.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?: Using the other chat, OOC, to commit actions in RP, even when they are unjust.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?: Going far beyond any capable limit in a RP, and without doing so with permission, like instantly decapitaing someones head without their consent OOCly and making it impossible to dodge/block.
Do you understand the Lore and Magic?: Yes, I read the Lore twice inorder to understand it. "Jimmies are Rustling" just thinking about such a lore. Never heard of one like it.
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"M...My name...? My name is...Lecio...Lecio Elduras."
How old are you?
"I am 19 years of age, sir...."
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race)
"Earthkin, and proud to be one..."
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Quiet, intelligent, and quick. I keep to myself for I cannot trust those around me. You do not know who might stick a knife in your back."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
"My home has long since burned down, but my story still thrives. I came from a small loving village of Earthkin, before it was destroyed by a pack of Nightkin Bursters. They crumbled out village with ease, no one but my father and a few of his friends knew how to fight. He and my mother were killed in the long run, and I was one of the few to sneak out of the village. If I had not of done so, I too would most likely have fallen. I forced myself to start venturing in order to survive. As you can see, I survived well enough to be here. I've only just begun teaching myself how to use what little magic my mother taught me, ways of hiding and running quick. My father taught me the ways of a blade, but its hard to remember. Ever since that single day, I've hated the Nightkin, every last one of them. Not enough to muder, no, but enough to show my anger."
OOC
IGN:Shorsand
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: Approx. 3 years. One year on a Minecraft RP server.
Previous Bans: N/A
What is MetaGaming, in your own words? Using OOC knowledge to your advantage in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words? Usually making yourself overpowering to others and forcing your actions on them without fair opportunity for the other party.
(You may look it up, but cannot copy directly. This is so we know that you know!)
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread? No, I will promptly.
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name? Walter Rennard
How old are you? 36
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race) Skykin
What kind of person would you describe yourself as? I would describe myself as a very reclusive individual, who tends not to get involved often in physical quarrel, but takes the opportunity to debate a matter or criticize whenever possible. Very up-front and amenable with my opinions, and I usually take the neutral or good side in matters of conflict.
So..where did you come from? What's your story? I was born in the south, in the swamplands. My father was a surgeon and my mother stayed at the farm taking care of my brother and I. I left my home when I was twenty, and found myself living a nomadic life, often delving in and out of caves and ancient ruins. I traded with merchants with my findings and eventually bought myself a fair amount of land, which I established an impromptu guild hall for others of my profession. Many years after, I discovered a fairly large ruin nestled in the jungle, to which I moved my guild hall there; it is where I currently reside and further my studies of the ancients.
OOC
IGN:Shorsand
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: Approx. 3 years. One year on a Minecraft RP server.
Previous Bans: N/A
What is MetaGaming, in your own words? Using OOC knowledge to your advantage in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words? Usually making yourself overpowering to others and forcing your actions on them without fair opportunity for the other party.
(You may look it up, but cannot copy directly. This is so we know that you know!)
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread? No, I will promptly.
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name? Walter Rennard
How old are you? 36
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race) Skykin
What kind of person would you describe yourself as? I would describe myself as a very reclusive individual, who tends not to get involved often in physical quarrel, but takes the opportunity to debate a matter or criticize whenever possible. Very up-front and amenable with my opinions, and I usually take the neutral or good side in matters of conflict.
So..where did you come from? What's your story? I was born in the south, in the swamplands. My father was a surgeon and my mother stayed at the farm taking care of my brother and I. I left my home when I was twenty, and found myself living a nomadic life, often delving in and out of caves and ancient ruins. I traded with merchants with my findings and eventually bought myself a fair amount of land, which I established an impromptu guild hall for others of my profession. Many years after, I discovered a fairly large ruin nestled in the jungle, to which I moved my guild hall there; it is where I currently reside and further my studies of the ancients.
LoTC, CoC, countless other servers, Skype RPs, etc.
Previous Bans:
None.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is the use of information your character does not know in order to gain an advantage. (For example, learning about an invasion via the forums and then using that info to prepare for battle.)
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
Making your character extremely powerful, or not allowing another character a chance to react. (For example, emoting *Zorg the Destroyer chops off Bob's head in one stroke.* This does not allow the other player a chance to react to your action.)
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"Rannulf. And yours?"
How old are you?
"I... ok. You're blunt, no formalities then, child? I'm... what was it... mm... a hundred and nine at last check."
And I'm guessing you are a...?
"Skykin, yes. Do the pointy ears give it away?"
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Heh. Old, wise, but jolly. I'm a sly one, too."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
Rannulf leans back a little in his chair, and pulls out his pipe and a little tobacco. "It's a long one, but I'll not deny you it, stranger. Knowledge is important in these dark times," he says, lighting the tobacco and taking a puff. He blows a ring upwards, letting it crash into the ceiling. "Hm. I must've been may nine, ten, when those things came. Dark, scary, nasty things. I won't name them. Gods, I hardly remember anything but fear from back then. My mother was taken by them, and that was the last straw for my father. He gathered the most powerful magicians we had, and together they raised Alta from the Earth into the Sky. That was my life from then on. Life in the sky. Life in the clouds. A peaceful life, a protected life. Never bothered to even look at the desert left below. I grew into a young man, my father into an old one. I was being groomed for leadership, and my younger brother as well, in case anything were to happen to me. I had lots of free time to learn and to explore, and thusly I grew to be a smart, curious person. Thank the Gods, I'm glad to have my wit. It's saved my **** more than once. Anyway, I was a spoiled one, too. Blackmailed the baker into giving me the freshest pastries when I found out he was cheating on his wife. Heh! Suppose that's the start of my... well, never mind that. My father eventually died, unfortunately, and I was made the Lord of Alta. I used my wit to my advantage, kept everyone happy and safe. That's my job. Happy and safe. That's all I want for everyone, too. There's more tiny details, but that about brings us up to the present. And if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my pipe."
LoTC, CoC, countless other servers, Skype RPs, etc.
Previous Bans:
None.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is the use of information your character does not know in order to gain an advantage. (For example, learning about an invasion via the forums and then using that info to prepare for battle.)
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
Making your character extremely powerful, or not allowing another character a chance to react. (For example, emoting *Zorg the Destroyer chops off Bob's head in one stroke.* This does not allow the other player a chance to react to your action.)
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"Rannulf. And yours?"
How old are you?
"I... ok. You're blunt, no formalities then, child? I'm... what was it... mm... a hundred and nine at last check."
And I'm guessing you are a...?
"Skykin, yes. Do the pointy ears give it away?"
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Heh. Old, wise, but jolly. I'm a sly one, too."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
Rannulf leans back a little in his chair, and pulls out his pipe and a little tobacco. "It's a long one, but I'll not deny you it, stranger. Knowledge is important in these dark times," he says, lighting the tobacco and taking a puff. He blows a ring upwards, letting it crash into the ceiling. "Hm. I must've been may nine, ten, when those things came. Dark, scary, nasty things. I won't name them. Gods, I hardly remember anything but fear from back then. My mother was taken by them, and that was the last straw for my father. He gathered the most powerful magicians we had, and together they raised Alta from the Earth into the Sky. That was my life from then on. Life in the sky. Life in the clouds. A peaceful life, a protected life. Never bothered to even look at the desert left below. I grew into a young man, my father into an old one. I was being groomed for leadership, and my younger brother as well, in case anything were to happen to me. I had lots of free time to learn and to explore, and thusly I grew to be a smart, curious person. Thank the Gods, I'm glad to have my wit. It's saved my **** more than once. Anyway, I was a spoiled one, too. Blackmailed the baker into giving me the freshest pastries when I found out he was cheating on his wife. Heh! Suppose that's the start of my... well, never mind that. My father eventually died, unfortunately, and I was made the Lord of Alta. I used my wit to my advantage, kept everyone happy and safe. That's my job. Happy and safe. That's all I want for everyone, too. There's more tiny details, but that about brings us up to the present. And if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my pipe."
Scratch that. Turns out that I still cant connect. All it says is "Pinging..." And when I try to log in, it forever stays on the Logging in... screen. Are you sure something hasn't recently happened?
Scratch that. Turns out that I still cant connect. All it says is "Pinging..." And when I try to log in, it forever stays on the Logging in... screen. Are you sure something hasn't recently happened?
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?: Fayroh, who had been in the middle of a low-costing chicken sandwich, was kicked out of deep thought when a man confronted him. Usually when strange men randomly brought him to conversation he would push them away, but today he was feeling particularly open. "Hello... what do you want?"
How old are you?: Irritated at the random inquiring about himself, he sat back in his chair and frowned. He didn't think the man was a bounty hunter... he had no weapon on him, and no one would be so foolish to confront him without some sort of defense. He decided to humor him, and gave a quick answer. "24."
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race):Ok, now he was annoyed. What did the man want? If he was trying to make a friend, maybe he should start with atleast his name. And if he was going to ask his race, maybe he could just look at him. His feline ear twitched annoyingly and he groaned before answering. "Earthkind, obviously."
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?:What the absolute hell did this man want? Maybe next he would ask what color his undergarments were. He snorted and thought of just walking away, but something was compelling him to answer. It was quite a jimmie-rustling feeling. "I'm someone that can get things done. During my time I've come across many problems, but none of them I haven't been able to take care of them. I'm smart, quick, and..." He tapped the royal fancy looking dagger on his belt. "not unwilling to kill a very annoying man asking him questions."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?: Fayroh snorted, and stood up. "I'm done with you." He walked away from the table, slid the gold he owed over to the owner, and headed straight for the stables to grab his horse. Of course he had a story, like anyone else, but it was not one he liked to tell or remember as he was not fond of his simple beginnings. Even the strange feeling was not enough to influence him. "What a strange man..." He muttered, before paying for the horse-watching fee as well.
Fayroh had been born into a simple family of four. His mother, who was a sempstress, a father who was a mercenary, and with a sister. They got along fairly, had some rough times now and then, but he could have had a fine childhood. But he decided not to. He often got into trouble, stealing from vendors and being in charge of a small gang, so was looked at as rude and power-hungry. He was taught by his father in academics and sword-play, and rised past his father at his teens. But Fayroh was still unsatisfied... he hated the simple shop they lived in, the hand-me-downs from his father, his parent's obvious preference over his sister rather than himself. It came to no-one's surprise when he was caught trying to steal from the royal family's treasure, and was thrown into the jail... but it definitely did when he escaped expertly without capture, and ran away to become a small time thief. He is convinced he is destined to be great, and become the richest man in all of Ultisa.
Fayroh smirked as he rode off on the horse. Sure, it was a simple beginning. But that's how it would be- a simple boy, rising to become the greatest man ever known.
IGN
Knarfer
But you can call me Knarf...
OR Knarfy...
OR Knarferalicious, Knarfernator, and about 50 other nicknames that I can't even remember right now.
Age
Fourteeeeeeeeeennnnnnn
Roleplay Experience
Lord of the Craft, and Craft of Chivalry, forum RP, and Rise of Kings.
Mod on Craft of Chivalry.
Previous Bans
Nope.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is when someone uses information acquired through OOC means and use that (often to their advantage) in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
PowerGaming can be a character who is pure God in everything they do, but it is also when an emote does not allow an opponent to retort.
i.e.
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread?
Yus. Much yus.
Hey, what's your name?
Eric cocks his eyebrow at the man who suddenly believes that he has the authority to talk to him. It's a tavern where people either go to get drunk to drown out their past or go with friends to have a good time. Nonetheless, he acts kindly. "Eric Pevency."
How old are you?
Though his smile appears warm and welcoming, he's getting a tad bit irritated at how this random stranger wants his ing life story. Just great. "28." he answers simply, mostly to completely avoid the display of an angry tone of voice.
And I'm guessing you are a...?
What is the random man thinking? Is he planning on making a new friend? Because if he knew who he was talking to, he'd probably know that he's not getting a new friend, but he's likely going to be getting a knife in his heart. "Skykin." he mutters, still maintaining the simplicity as to avoid scaring the man away. After all, anyone could prove to be an essential asset.
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
His name, age, and race just wasn't enough to satisfy this *******'s needs. Okay, he decides to oblige, hoping that he will go away and leave him alone. "I usually tend to focus on objectives and do anything I have to do to get them done. I've been described as an opportunist, and I would agree with them thoroughly." He tops that sentence off with a sly smirk...
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
...but that smirk is immediately gone as he tosses his tankard of ale aside then stands up and leaves the inn. Of course, the random needs to know his life story all of the sudden.
It's not something he ever likes to talk about, but there is no person without a background.
In reality, he doesn't like his life at all, but he understands that he has to deal with it.
Born a ******* child, his parents obviously didn't want him. They dropped Eric off at an orphanage, and that was essentially the last he ever heard of his answers. The orphanage was no peaceful place, but instead it was a scrawny kid's worst nightmare.
Eric was a scrawny kid, bullied on a daily basis. Most days would end with his face covered in scars, bruises, and his body was sometimes even wounded. There was no order in this orphanage whatsoever, and Eric had to put up with it for 10 years, each day dreaming about the answers he desperately sought. This curiosity eventually led him to plot his escape from the orphanage. However, there was one Elizabeth who seemed to care deeply about him and would always be with him. They were best friends, but Eric knew nothing about love. She was adopted by a rich family and left him behind with his more than life.
Out of the streets, it wasn't any better for him. In fact, the orphanage was probably better than the forsaken public. Nonetheless, one day he was lured by an innocent-looking old man. Once lured, he was immediately captured. This is where the man attempted to take this Skykin child and break him to turn him evil, believing that an evil Skykin would do best with their powers. Where the man made his mistake is that he was not nice for the slightest instant. In fact, it was the exact opposite.
Eric was tortured on a daily basis, often a whip meeting the skin on his back on scarring it. Anyone who has the chance to see Eric's bare back would get a glance as his many scars.
Of course, since every system has it's flaws, Eric found a way out, but it took him many, many years to find and exploit the weakness. For seven years, his mentality was being broken down, and this somewhat sets him apart from some Skykin.
And that was all he cared to retain. He never wanted to speak of anything more than that, because that was all anyone needed.
IGN:LilForger
Age:17
Roleplay Experience: I got a few years on my back, involving multiple subjects such as Anime and Fantasy.
Previous Bans: Never been banned for a criminal act. Usually banned as a joke by friends.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?: Using the other chat, OOC, to commit actions in RP, even when they are unjust.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?: Going far beyond any capable limit in a RP, and without doing so with permission, like instantly decapitaing someones head without their consent OOCly and making it impossible to dodge/block.
Do you understand the Lore and Magic?: Yes, I read the Lore twice inorder to understand it. "Jimmies are Rustling" just thinking about such a lore. Never heard of one like it.
Have you also posted your application on our website http://ultisa.enjin.com/home ?: I will soon.
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"M...My name...? My name is...Lecio...Lecio Elduras."
How old are you?
"I am 19 years of age, sir...."
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race)
"Earthkin, and proud to be one..."
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Quiet, intelligent, and quick. I keep to myself for I cannot trust those around me. You do not know who might stick a knife in your back."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
"My home has long since burned down, but my story still thrives. I came from a small loving village of Earthkin, before it was destroyed by a pack of Nightkin Bursters. They crumbled out village with ease, no one but my father and a few of his friends knew how to fight. He and my mother were killed in the long run, and I was one of the few to sneak out of the village. If I had not of done so, I too would most likely have fallen. I forced myself to start venturing in order to survive. As you can see, I survived well enough to be here. I've only just begun teaching myself how to use what little magic my mother taught me, ways of hiding and running quick. My father taught me the ways of a blade, but its hard to remember. Ever since that single day, I've hated the Nightkin, every last one of them. Not enough to muder, no, but enough to show my anger."
@ OfTheMoon. Sure is
Accepted and whitelisted.
IGN:Shorsand
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: Approx. 3 years. One year on a Minecraft RP server.
Previous Bans: N/A
What is MetaGaming, in your own words? Using OOC knowledge to your advantage in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words? Usually making yourself overpowering to others and forcing your actions on them without fair opportunity for the other party.
(You may look it up, but cannot copy directly. This is so we know that you know!)
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread? No, I will promptly.
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name? Walter Rennard
How old are you? 36
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race) Skykin
What kind of person would you describe yourself as? I would describe myself as a very reclusive individual, who tends not to get involved often in physical quarrel, but takes the opportunity to debate a matter or criticize whenever possible. Very up-front and amenable with my opinions, and I usually take the neutral or good side in matters of conflict.
So..where did you come from? What's your story? I was born in the south, in the swamplands. My father was a surgeon and my mother stayed at the farm taking care of my brother and I. I left my home when I was twenty, and found myself living a nomadic life, often delving in and out of caves and ancient ruins. I traded with merchants with my findings and eventually bought myself a fair amount of land, which I established an impromptu guild hall for others of my profession. Many years after, I discovered a fairly large ruin nestled in the jungle, to which I moved my guild hall there; it is where I currently reside and further my studies of the ancients.
Accepted and whitelisted.
OOC
IGN:
loopmoploop
Age:
13
Roleplay Experience:
LoTC, CoC, countless other servers, Skype RPs, etc.
Previous Bans:
None.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is the use of information your character does not know in order to gain an advantage. (For example, learning about an invasion via the forums and then using that info to prepare for battle.)
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
Making your character extremely powerful, or not allowing another character a chance to react. (For example, emoting *Zorg the Destroyer chops off Bob's head in one stroke.* This does not allow the other player a chance to react to your action.)
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"Rannulf. And yours?"
How old are you?
"I... ok. You're blunt, no formalities then, child? I'm... what was it... mm... a hundred and nine at last check."
And I'm guessing you are a...?
"Skykin, yes. Do the pointy ears give it away?"
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Heh. Old, wise, but jolly. I'm a sly one, too."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
Rannulf leans back a little in his chair, and pulls out his pipe and a little tobacco. "It's a long one, but I'll not deny you it, stranger. Knowledge is important in these dark times," he says, lighting the tobacco and taking a puff. He blows a ring upwards, letting it crash into the ceiling. "Hm. I must've been may nine, ten, when those things came. Dark, scary, nasty things. I won't name them. Gods, I hardly remember anything but fear from back then. My mother was taken by them, and that was the last straw for my father. He gathered the most powerful magicians we had, and together they raised Alta from the Earth into the Sky. That was my life from then on. Life in the sky. Life in the clouds. A peaceful life, a protected life. Never bothered to even look at the desert left below. I grew into a young man, my father into an old one. I was being groomed for leadership, and my younger brother as well, in case anything were to happen to me. I had lots of free time to learn and to explore, and thusly I grew to be a smart, curious person. Thank the Gods, I'm glad to have my wit. It's saved my **** more than once. Anyway, I was a spoiled one, too. Blackmailed the baker into giving me the freshest pastries when I found out he was cheating on his wife. Heh! Suppose that's the start of my... well, never mind that. My father eventually died, unfortunately, and I was made the Lord of Alta. I used my wit to my advantage, kept everyone happy and safe. That's my job. Happy and safe. That's all I want for everyone, too. There's more tiny details, but that about brings us up to the present. And if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my pipe."
Accepted and whitelisted.
Try again, there was a temporary technical issue last night that was Fragnet's fault. It's up again!
Scratch that. Turns out that I still cant connect. All it says is "Pinging..." And when I try to log in, it forever stays on the Logging in... screen. Are you sure something hasn't recently happened?
Are you on 1.6.4?
Great!