Ok guys, I want to get quick poll on who's going to be who. Please reply to this post saying if your going to side with the Imperial Legion, The rebels (I don't know if they will rebel right from the start), Natives (like ashlanders in morrowind), or no clan/faction.
Thanks!
Aiden_AJK
IGN: Dwarm
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Lord of the Craft, Wow and Rift.
Why Us: I love Skyrim, the only thing I missed was the multiplayer aspect. This seems like a great server with a decent amount of good rp'ers.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 10 hours a week.
IC
Name: Milo Goold
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: A very small Nord with big blue eyes and brown hair.
Fears: He has a great fear for orcs, they are fierce and intimidate tiny Milo.
Personality: Very kind and open to others.
Occupation: Farmer.
Skills: Farming, cooking.
Nickname (Optional): N.A.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Milo stumbles upon the great wall of Whiterun. As Milo was approaching the gate and orc crossed his way.
As Milo notices the orc he immediatly search for a place to hide from the orc, Milo spots a barrel and hides behind it.
The orc notices Milo and slowly approaches the barrel.
"Wutz wrong little lat?" The orc says.
Milo peaks over the barrel with his head and says "P-please! D-don't hurt me!".
"What? Why would me hurt latz?" the orc replied.
"Y-you wouldn't?" Milo says calming down a little.
"Bralg nub hurt latz" the orc said with a smile.
Milo comes from behind the barrel.
"You scared me there, you know it's hard to come around you orcs if you're as small as me." Milo said.
"Me nub like oder orcs, Bralg is hunter, but only hunt on animals." Bralg said.
"An honorable job" Milo says.
"Yeb, me just bought new hunting weapon" Bralg says as he pulls a great battleaxe from his back and shows off with it.
"It's very ... frightening ..." Milo said.
"Yup, I will hunt dem animals now!" Bralg said.
"Alright, it was a pleasure meeting you Bralg, farewell." Milo said.
"Ug, gudbye little latz" The orc said and he left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Milo was born and raised in a small village just south of Whiterun. It was located in the forest. He and his family had a great farm there where his father worked. His mother was more of a housewife. As Milo grew up and went to school, he didn't seem to grow very fast. Where his classmates were about 4 to 5 feet tall, he was only 3 feet tall. This didn't bother him though, "It is not about quantity, it's about quality!" he said when they confronted him with it.
When Milo got even older, he worked at his fathers farm. Harvesting crops for about five years. After these five years Milo grew bored of doing the same thing day in day out. He wanted adventure, so he left home.
As Milo travelled through the lands of Lodran he met the dangers of life, the risk of dieing is great around these times. He had to run for his life several times, but it was worth it. The adrenaline kick Milo got made him want more. He thought he'd get more adventure if he'd go to Whiterun and meet others, so this is what he did. As he stumbled upon the great walls of Whiterun an orc crossed his path ...
Fus Do Rah!
Assuming we're still accepting and denying people...
Denied
Backstory is too short
You act like Lordran is like 20 feet away from Whiterun, put in that like you got on a boat to Lordran and then after you already were at Lordran you magically appeared at "the great wall of whiterun" which I don't even think exists.
(this doesn't really matter but I have to say it) I don't think orcs talk in 3rd person XD
Please fix it
Ok guys, I want to get quick poll on who's going to be who. Please reply to this post saying if your going to side with the Imperial Legion, The rebels (I don't know if they will rebel right from the start), Natives (like ashlanders in morrowind), or no clan/faction.
Thanks!
Aiden_AJK
No clan/faction. I work alone :=()
EDIT: I DO rebel against the Legion, but i never work with people.
So I assume the beta hasn't happened yet?
Well what Aiden really quick ,if you know that is, who is Insane going to be incharge of becasue I already told him I would side with him. And also once again should I switch New Skyrim Republic to New Lordran Republic??
Edit: and when I said side I mean my Faction would be allies with them.
Well what Aiden really quick ,if you know that is, who is Insane going to be incharge of becasue I already told him I would side with him. And also once again should I switch New Skyrim Republic to New Lordran Republic??
Edit: and when I said side I mean my Faction would be allies with them.
Ok guys, I want to get quick poll on who's going to be who. Please reply to this post saying if your going to side with the Imperial Legion, The rebels (I don't know if they will rebel right from the start), Natives (like ashlanders in morrowind), or no clan/faction.
Thanks!
Aiden_AJK
Rebel at some point, I'm pretty sure it'll fit into my characters story
As advisor to XReact i can say we are already allies with the Swords of the Divines. And XReact I thinks we should make is NLR so that then it will make more sense. otherwise it will seem weird.
IGN: Gamerboy4life
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I write books. If that doesn't tell that I am at least slightly capable of RP, which indeed, I do all the time, then what?
Why Us: I need a new "Home" server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Varies. Sometimes, I'm on every day, sometimes a little less.
IC
Name: Lan Illianer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Lan wears a woolen shirt, of various dark green colors, and covered in dirt and torn with wear, along with similar woolen breeches that are also dyed similarly, in a similar state of disarray. He wears boots that are nearly starting to fall apart. The only thing he owns that is not in a terrible state is his shimmering cloak, which almost seems to adapt to the area around, such as a chameleon's skin would.
He has bright gold eyes, and a scar above his left. He keeps his hair cut short, and is built heavily, but yet is agile. His nose is crooked, indicating many breaks, and he wears an amulet, with a silver flame upon the chain.
Fears: He heavily fears his own abilities, being able to communicate with his wolf brothers, in a way no man is able to.
Personality: He is a slow thinker, usually wanting to think at great length of his probable course for the task at hand, but often, his more wolfish instincts take control, and he enters a fearsome blood lust, injuring whatever he sees fit.
Occupation: He used to be a ranger with an old organisation, but it was haughtily torn down by Imperials, so he wanders the lands, spreading their old teachings as well as he can.
Skills: Lan can talk to wolves telepathically, the longer the distance however, the more faint the message. He is apt in many weapons, has amazing abilities of stealth, and is apt at free-running.
Nickname (Optional): The Wolf-Brother.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
((Now, this is from about four years ago, so please take pity on how terrible it is.))
Their senseless moaning pounded his ears, like a cow skin mallet upon a drum. Below him, the eerie ghouls were reaching up with lifeless hands, the rotting flesh at some places, completely torn off, revealing the bone in a gruesome image of gore. Their faces, void of any emotion, were likewise, some missing an eye, the empty void like a hole into the netherworld itself. Other ghouls had their brain, pink, bloodied, and riddled with holes exposed to the harsh, chilling air. Every single ghoul in the entire crowd had one desire, one instinct, one need, one craving. The desire, the instinct of needing and craving of human flesh.
They reached up with their cold, rotting hands, as if to caress Elias' face, but then reach in for the kill, wanting to savor the muscle and sinew that held his face in a fierce scowl. But it held almost more than hate and anger, and all of the things that drive a man to kill. It was filled with insanity. The kind of insanity that is shoved in your face, when your heart is replaced by one black as ink, that beats only to ensure the death of others.
"But would I be killing these.. Things?" Elias muttered, almost lovingly. "They are dead already."
In his hands, he held his Intervention. A family heirloom, which was scratched, dented, but in otherwise mint condition. This was his grandfathers for the purpose of killing these mindless ghouls. Now it is Elias', for the exact same cause. Around the barrel of the intervention, covering a small lump of solder from a welding job, was a dark green scarf, which was tattered and threadbare, and covered in blood. Not his, nor the zombies, but of his family. The blood of his sister. It was an binding oath to him, a connection that was sealed in the blood spilled. He would avenge her.
With a grunt, Elias pulled back the bolt, loading another bullet into place. With a satisfying clink and a thud, another 375. bullet, almost a couple inches of spotless, gleaming steel and lead. The point hollow, as if wanting to fill with blood, their blood.
Elias announced, "Catch me if you can, mother****ers." And aimed down the scope.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Lan left his home at a young age, seeking adventure, and adventure he received, when he was picked up by a caravan, and feeling pity on the boy, took him in for a year or two. Travelling the Caravans had Lan see every sight and city in the world, along with the most vile people to meet, often attacking the Caravan. Lan, now decidedly older and a caravan guard of the "Old Man's" Caravan, they were indeed swarmed one day, and the Caravan was taken, and lives were lost. Somehow, Lan made it out. With no clear purpose in sight now, he just set out, wandering, before he came upon a kindly man, dressed in green, with a shimmering cloak.
The man was a ranger, and they took Lan in, and taught him everything to survive, how to fight, how to hide, and how to kill and cook his own food, many necessities like that. Lan was initiated into the Ranger Order, and later learned of his ability to "Talk" to wolves, which he greatly feared at first, accepted it at second, and embraced it at third. When the Ranger's tower was attacked, it was a pack of wolves that led him to safety, killing all men nearby who tried to harm Lan. Now, once again without a home, but with a purpose, he sets out, trying to renew the order that brought him enlightenment.
Thanks!
Aiden_AJK
Assuming we're still accepting and denying people...
Denied
Backstory is too short
You act like Lordran is like 20 feet away from Whiterun, put in that like you got on a boat to Lordran and then after you already were at Lordran you magically appeared at "the great wall of whiterun" which I don't even think exists.
(this doesn't really matter but I have to say it) I don't think orcs talk in 3rd person XD
Please fix it
No clan/faction. I work alone :=()
EDIT: I DO rebel against the Legion, but i never work with people.
So I assume the beta hasn't happened yet?
Wizzo, didn't we stop whitelisting until the server is back?
Edit: and when I said side I mean my Faction would be allies with them.
Boooooo BF3 and MW3 is where it's at.
No need to be fanboy losers.
Would you like to ally with swords of the divine?
There both good games though mwf is alot simplier
There both good games though mwf is alot simplier
Thanks!
Aiden_AJK
Rebel at some point, I'm pretty sure it'll fit into my characters story
I'm not sure why he named it that, but this takes place in Solsthiem, which is part of Tamriel. We have the same lore.
As advisor to XReact i can say we are already allies with the Swords of the Divines. And XReact I thinks we should make is NLR so that then it will make more sense. otherwise it will seem weird.
Play Supremacy 1914, the free real-time strategy online games and the Browsergame of the Year 2009!
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I write books. If that doesn't tell that I am at least slightly capable of RP, which indeed, I do all the time, then what?
Why Us: I need a new "Home" server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Varies. Sometimes, I'm on every day, sometimes a little less.
IC
Name: Lan Illianer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Lan wears a woolen shirt, of various dark green colors, and covered in dirt and torn with wear, along with similar woolen breeches that are also dyed similarly, in a similar state of disarray. He wears boots that are nearly starting to fall apart. The only thing he owns that is not in a terrible state is his shimmering cloak, which almost seems to adapt to the area around, such as a chameleon's skin would.
He has bright gold eyes, and a scar above his left. He keeps his hair cut short, and is built heavily, but yet is agile. His nose is crooked, indicating many breaks, and he wears an amulet, with a silver flame upon the chain.
Fears: He heavily fears his own abilities, being able to communicate with his wolf brothers, in a way no man is able to.
Personality: He is a slow thinker, usually wanting to think at great length of his probable course for the task at hand, but often, his more wolfish instincts take control, and he enters a fearsome blood lust, injuring whatever he sees fit.
Occupation: He used to be a ranger with an old organisation, but it was haughtily torn down by Imperials, so he wanders the lands, spreading their old teachings as well as he can.
Skills: Lan can talk to wolves telepathically, the longer the distance however, the more faint the message. He is apt in many weapons, has amazing abilities of stealth, and is apt at free-running.
Nickname (Optional): The Wolf-Brother.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
((Now, this is from about four years ago, so please take pity on how terrible it is.))
Their senseless moaning pounded his ears, like a cow skin mallet upon a drum. Below him, the eerie ghouls were reaching up with lifeless hands, the rotting flesh at some places, completely torn off, revealing the bone in a gruesome image of gore. Their faces, void of any emotion, were likewise, some missing an eye, the empty void like a hole into the netherworld itself. Other ghouls had their brain, pink, bloodied, and riddled with holes exposed to the harsh, chilling air. Every single ghoul in the entire crowd had one desire, one instinct, one need, one craving. The desire, the instinct of needing and craving of human flesh.
They reached up with their cold, rotting hands, as if to caress Elias' face, but then reach in for the kill, wanting to savor the muscle and sinew that held his face in a fierce scowl. But it held almost more than hate and anger, and all of the things that drive a man to kill. It was filled with insanity. The kind of insanity that is shoved in your face, when your heart is replaced by one black as ink, that beats only to ensure the death of others.
"But would I be killing these.. Things?" Elias muttered, almost lovingly. "They are dead already."
In his hands, he held his Intervention. A family heirloom, which was scratched, dented, but in otherwise mint condition. This was his grandfathers for the purpose of killing these mindless ghouls. Now it is Elias', for the exact same cause. Around the barrel of the intervention, covering a small lump of solder from a welding job, was a dark green scarf, which was tattered and threadbare, and covered in blood. Not his, nor the zombies, but of his family. The blood of his sister. It was an binding oath to him, a connection that was sealed in the blood spilled. He would avenge her.
With a grunt, Elias pulled back the bolt, loading another bullet into place. With a satisfying clink and a thud, another 375. bullet, almost a couple inches of spotless, gleaming steel and lead. The point hollow, as if wanting to fill with blood, their blood.
Elias announced, "Catch me if you can, mother****ers." And aimed down the scope.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Lan left his home at a young age, seeking adventure, and adventure he received, when he was picked up by a caravan, and feeling pity on the boy, took him in for a year or two. Travelling the Caravans had Lan see every sight and city in the world, along with the most vile people to meet, often attacking the Caravan. Lan, now decidedly older and a caravan guard of the "Old Man's" Caravan, they were indeed swarmed one day, and the Caravan was taken, and lives were lost. Somehow, Lan made it out. With no clear purpose in sight now, he just set out, wandering, before he came upon a kindly man, dressed in green, with a shimmering cloak.
The man was a ranger, and they took Lan in, and taught him everything to survive, how to fight, how to hide, and how to kill and cook his own food, many necessities like that. Lan was initiated into the Ranger Order, and later learned of his ability to "Talk" to wolves, which he greatly feared at first, accepted it at second, and embraced it at third. When the Ranger's tower was attacked, it was a pack of wolves that led him to safety, killing all men nearby who tried to harm Lan. Now, once again without a home, but with a purpose, he sets out, trying to renew the order that brought him enlightenment.
FUS.
ROOOH
DAAAAAAAH
The island is solsthiem which is mentioned in skyrim several times so its still TES
Everyone is saying your not a whitelister so don't accept/deny people
Lordran = Cool Name
Solstheim = Cool Island
Lordran + Solstheim = Cool :cool.gif:
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