IGN: NKCazy
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Been roleplaying since I was 11 (D&D, SW, Call of Cthuhlu, Whitewolf, Scion, ect)
Why Us: Skyrim?
Time You Can Dedicate: When Im not working or playing Skyrim
IC
Name: Xathras Chaosweaver
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: 5'9", 145 lbs, Ruby red scales and crimson highlights on the cheeks and chin. Black horns protrude from the skull.
Fears: Giants, Frost Trolls.
Personality: For sake of argument, Chaotic Neutral. Believes in a free world.
Occupation: Companion Mage
Skills: Smithing, Destruction, One Handed Weapons
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Xathras watches from the shadows as the assassin casts an invisibility spell and places blame on the other trader*
"Hmm...He seems capable of performing magic competently. The Companions could always use someone with the right place of blades and magic with them, especially with Illusion."
He turns around and passes a beggar*
"Here, for your troubles *gives a gold piece* and please tell the Guild to give this to Astrid *gives folded up note*"
"Why...I will do so? But thank thee kindly sir..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After slinking out of the Black Marsh due to a failed experiment resulting in the deaths of several...rather unfortunate children...Xathras was picked up by an Imperial trade caravan on their way back to the Imperial City. Just North of Leyawin, the caravan was attacked by a group of roaming conjurers. They ripped from the earths atronachs enveloped in the fires of Oblivion and rose from the ground, shambling skeletons and spectral visages. The caravan was lit aflame and the traders slaughtered before Xathras had a chance to react. But when he did, there was nothing to remain other than flaming wreckage and charred sinew. Trees were blown aback and the road cratered. With the sounds of galloping horses, he made his escape into the woods and traveled north along the waterline. When he reached the far ends of the Empire, just past Bruma, he made his way across the border into Skyrim.
He thought he wasnt being followed and was surprised when a squad of Imperials arrested him. He did not wish to further increase his bounty, so he went quietly. He was taken to a meeting place and placed into a carriage. One of a few in a prison caravan. From the carriage ahead of his, he heard some men talking about StormCloaks and a man named Ulfric. Sounds of terror come from the cart in front but he keeps quiet. He arrived in a small, walled hamlet crawling with Imperial soldiers and figured that he wasnt going to be able to dodge the arrow this time. During one of the executions, a strange noise is heard and while the guards are looking about, he slips away and out the south gate. As he reached the treeline, roars of anger and cataclysmic explosions envelop the land. A dragon had returned and was assaulting the hamlet. Not one to boast his talents nor test them against a dragon at this time, he fled into the wilds and made rest in Riverwood, where he picked up blacksmithing. He heard rumors of a group of men and women called the Companions based out of Whiterun and decided that he had enough courage to join them, yet not attack a Dragon.
IGN: projectize
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: About 80% of the servers i have played on are RP and i enjoy them very much. I would most likely understand how this server will work.(i play skyrim aswell)
Why Us: I LOVE skyrim and minecraft. These are probably my two favourite games currently. This server has both, so i think this server will be exceptionally fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: everyday except thrusdays.
IC
Name: Exidus Vulnero
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Moderate hair length, big(muscle) and slightly dark skin(like imperial)
Fears: My own weaknesses.
Personality: anti-social, like to fight and passive.
Occupation: Warrior/Mage
Skills: Carry the heaviest of weapons, yet it is as light as a feather to him, fast and agile although covered in heavy armour. Cast deadly and destructive spells that only the strongest can survive.
Nickname (Optional): Vetuv
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Nord: Did you hear that?!?
Vetuv: Yes.
Nord: The dragons have returned after this long.
Vetuv: And we will be the first to kill it!
Nord: Do you not fear this monster? It could crush you with it's teeth within a second.
Vetuv: I fear nothing.
*Absorbs dragon soul*
Vetuv: Finally.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Exidus Vulnero, Son of Ovid Vulnero and Melissa Vulnero. Exidus was born in a small village, unknown to the world, as it was hidden in a valley. Exidus had never remembered his old home or his parents, it had all burned down before a split second... A dragon was the cause of this village to burn down to ashes. Exidus only gained one thing from that day. Revenge. Ever since that day, Exidus has searched and roamed the lands of Skyrim, looking for that dragon. For the revenge he wanted, after it had killed his parents and town folks.
Whilst his adventure of looking for this dragon, Exidus has struggled to survive the wilderness, and caves. He was relentless, fighting the draugr and even bandits stepped in his way, but he cleaved at his foe, as if he had struck the air. Exidus remains silent in the wilderness, looking for the dragon.
IGN: IceyRush
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: 6 years of Dungeons and Dragons as well as countless rpgs
Why Us: I like role playing and I'm familiar with this background
Time You Can Dedicate: At least a couple hours a day
IC
Name: Durzo Blint
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Short Black Hair with a goatee. Medium Build nothing special, you wouldn't look twice if you saw him.
Fears: Displeasing the Night Mother
Personality: Cold, Calculating, not one for humor
Occupation: Assassin (Member of the Dark Brotherhood)
Skills: Durzo has been trained in a variety of skills out of necessity. Skilled in illusion magic. Blades are prefered but when its necessary Durzo is a skilled marksman. A master of alchemy Durzo prefers to poison his marks. On top of that Durzo is skilled in stealth, lock picking and pick pocketing.
Nickname (Optional): Blint
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Izo: Did you feel that?
Relg: Feel what?
Izo: Nothing must of been the wind. Anyways as I was saying we need to find another caravan route, the damn StormCloaks keep hitting em. I lost my third one this month.
Relg: You could always take the route through Solitude?
Izo: No, the imperials skin me alive with all the damn taxes. On top of tha- *A spray of blood bursts from Izo's neck.
Durzo Blint: Dras sends his regards...
Relg: *Relg's lips move wordlessly, a look of panic crosses his face as he realizes he cant move.*
Durzo Blint: You'll be going away for a long time for this. *taking the blood stained dagger Durzo forces the hilt into Relg's hand* Guards! murderer!
*With a few hand gestures Durzo Disappears and the guards burst into the room finding Relg standing over Izo's dead body dagger in hand*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Having killed his abusive father at the age of 11 Durzo did not have a normal childhood. Soon after the Dark Brotherhood found him. As an initiation Durzo was forced to kill a small figure with a hood over their head. One thrust and it was done. He removed the hood to find his best friend Dev. Thus began his membership of the Dark Brotherhood.
Years spent always training. His first contract he received at 14 and completed with ease. Durzo was a prodigy mastering everything put before him. Life was not easy within the Brotherhood. His knowledge of alchemy was tested daily, poisons being added to his food. Some days he would come to find his room locked and trapped. Despite these hazards Durzo survived and is one of the best Assassins in the Brotherhood today because of it.
Didn't realize I needed the dragons in it so here I go.
This contract was very strange indeed. From a Jarl. The man didn't even perform the black sacrament, Astrid went and made an offer. Very unorthodox how far the Brotherhood has fallen. His mark tonight was a dragon. Since their return this one had been terrorizing small villages in the area. Tracking the beast to it's lair was an easy task. Durzo looked up at the mountain looming ahead of him. It was going to be a long night. Casting his spell of invisibility Durzo set off. The climb was long and treacherous in the night but Durzo was fit and climbed with relative ease. 2 hours later Durzo reached his destination. The dragon lay oblivious. He hoped his poisons would work. Pulling out a scroll Durzo cast the conjuration spell contained within. Poof a mountain goat stood before him. He covered the goat in poison and slapped it on its rump. It went running towards the dragon. Catching a wiff of the goat the dragon rose and flew into the air. It swooped on the goat exactly as planed and ate it in mid air. Unfortunately for the dragon one of the effects of the poison was paralysis. The other effects were unnecesary because it plummeted thousands of feet to its death. "Well that wasn't so bad" Contract completed Durzo set off back home.
If this is reflective of the maturity of the administrators on this server, I want no part of it. You're judging people on their maturity and yet you swear at potential new players and call them "biatch". I think you should be judging your own character before you judge others'. Like I said, if this is indicative of the maturity of the server administrators, you're heading for disaster and therefore I would like to retract my application to the server until either David grows up, or is remove from his position of power.
Because I think that neither is likely to happen, I'll bid you all good day.
I have to agree with you there. it seems the only person whitelisting is being very immature. This is disappointing. People like SpartanLaser where good whitelisters, that acted mature. And that guy isn't one of them
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends if i like the server but proberly 4/5 hours a day
IC
Name: Cronic
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Very short with white eyes along with my glorious flowing blonde hair
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A very outgoing person that is an amazing guy to have around the pub to have some drinks in the inn
Occupation: Rouge
Skills: LockPicking
Nickname (Optional): Cronic
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Go on leave me!
Cronic: No man left behind...
Citizen: Im telling you go! You cant see me like this.
Cronic: Like What?
*As the Full emerges it self out of the clouds the citizen begins his transformation*
Citizen: I told you to leave and now I think I`m a little hungry!
Cronic: Dont do this, I don't want to do this!
* Cronic Jumps back as the new firmly transformed werewolf swings at him *
Cronic: I warned you.
*Cronic uses his shout and shoots a wave of arrows at the once before citizen *
Citizen *wounded*: You are a worthy challanger and the one to send me to my death bed but before that give this rose to my wife..ugh.. *cough* ....
Cronic: Very Well.
*Quest Received*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cronic Smeil a Dark Elf in Skyrim mistreated very poorly since Skyrim was founded by nords but no matter what growing up was a problem for little boy Cronic to see this is because of the Brother Hood had always came around back then to take or bless new people into the Brother Hood. This made it very hard to live because some people think that the brotherhood is a disgrace rather then a blessing. Cronic found it the most interesting thing in the world so at age 16 he vouched that he would join the Dark Brother Hood. So he ran away to go to each and every town that was for told that the Brother Hood was there. At age of 18 Cronic officially found the Brother Hood and at that point he thought if he could find the Brother Hood then he is better then them.
In those two long years of his life was his the most important thing in life prov-ailed his dagger. The Dagger that had saved his live of Were Wolfs, Vampires, Imperials, and a baby dragon. Cronic was no longer a little boy yet an adventure-er he looked out for quests in every town he ventured to. Yet where is Cronic now you ask? A town of the Imperials where his life has just begun in Halgen. Cronic was tied up in some Storm Cloak stuff where he was to get his head decapitated yet a dragon had stopped it faith... destiny... what ever it was Cronic's adventure was not complete.
I've roleplayed on Arma 2, Garry's Mod, Blockland and Minecraft many, many times on various themes, and several times TES roleplay on those.
Why Us:
You're the first TES server I've seen and you look very professionally run.
Time You Can Dedicate:
2-3 hours a day and more on the weekends.
IC
Name:
Jayde Alkari (Jay-duh Al-car-ee)
Race:
Khajiit
Gender:
Male
Age:
23
Appearance:
A tall Khajiit man wearing a custom-leather cuirass, worn-hide pants and a pair of Elven boots. A grey hood hangs over his head. He has the Alkari Family Bow, covered in strange engravings of a foreign language on it, and a quiver of ebony arrows. He has a pouch on his side full of alchemy ingredients.
Fears:
Lizards(Including Argonians), Imperials and Dragonborn/Dragons
Personality:
A quirky, funny type of thing. He can be very serious in combat however.
Occupation:
Thief (Possibly Head-Of Thieves Guild if possible?)
Skills:
(Assuming you mean TES Skills...) Archery, Alchemy, Light Armour, Sneak, Lockpick, Speech
Nickname (Optional):
The Con(Among the Public)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jayde walks into the room.
Jayde: Hilga, what's the situation with the Black Briars?
*Hilga shakes her head.
Jayde: What is it?
*Hilga sighs
Hilga: They found our mole and gave him to the guards. He hasn't broken yet, but we need to get him out.
*Jayde pulls out an invisibility potion
Jayde: Well, this will help me.
Hilga: May the Nine Divines be with you, Jayde.
*Jayde grabs some ebony arrows and his Alkari Family Bow and leaves the room.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jayde was born amongst a poor Khajiit farming family. He often found himself brewing potions and using alchemy in his father's study using ingredients he found around the farm. He learned his speech skills from a young age, getting himself out of trouble in various contexts whether it be with the village guards, his parents or other children. He was mischievous in his early ages, sneaking around, stealing various items for his potions. On his 11th birthday his father presented him with a bow, "It was your great great great grandfather's" his father said, "He was a soldier in the Daedric Conflict that ended the 3rd era." Jayde worshipped this bow and practiced with it whenever he wasn't brewing potions in his free time.
At the age of 18, Jayde left his familystead and headed for Skyrim, upon hearing word about the return of the dragons. He spent monthes travelling there and upon arriving, docked in the town of Riften. He got off the boat to see a man standing in an alleyway, who when he walked by called him in. "Hey, you look like you got some sneaky skills, am I right?" said the man. "Ya, I was kind of a legend back in my hometown." Jayde replied. "I'm a recruiter for the thieves guild, come with me." So, this started his new life. Continueing his reputation of thievery, he was inducted into the thieves guild and quickly fit in. His exceptional speech skills earned his the nickname, "The Con" amongst the public. He was that, a con. And he was good at it.
One day while doing his thief thing an imperial battalion rode into town, they stopped at the gates and asked the guards for a man going by "The Con." Jayde was scared to death. He ran into The Ragged Flagoon and warned everyone. The thieves guild went underground for 3 weeks while the imperial battalion was in town. 3 times, they nearly found them, however they were thwarted off by the wannabe-thieves in the sewers. This brought fear into the thieves guild of the imperials, and this is why Jayde fears imperials.
On a dark night, Jayde was dreaming, more like re-living something that happened to him at the age of 13. One day when he was out in the fields shooting his bow, 3 Argonians approached him, they were rough-looking, wearing iron armour and they wielded various iron weapons. They asked him where his father was and he responded "I don't know." He then realized these men were bandits, they were most likely just using that to try and get the location of the farmhouse. They bandits questioned him, "Why don't you know where your father is boy?" Jayde stuttered and said "H-h-he is gon-ne on a tr-trip to t-t-t-own..." The bandits looked at him strangely, then walked away. When they were about 15 yards away, his father called "Jayde! It's time for supper!" Jayde froze. The men turned around and rushed at him. Jayde quickly drew his bow and shot one of his arrows at the argonian's direction. He hit him square in the forehead. Jayde stood there in shock. He'd just killed his first man. He drew another arrow, and shot again. He hit one of the other argonians in the leg. He drew his final arrow, and shot. He hit the third argonian in the hip. The 2 injured argonians ran as fast as they could off into the forest. His father came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Why are you shaking?" He raised his hand, pointed to the Argonian's body and then to the men running into the forest. His father picked him up and ran with him to the house, and this is why Jayde fears Lizards.
An afternoon when Jayde was 16, his father approached him with a book in his hand. He set the book down infront of him on the table and said, "This is the book of the Alkari family. You are 16, and following tradition I thought I'd pass it onto you. When you grow up and have children, you too will pass it on." Jayde opened the book and learned many family secrets, starting with one of his ancestors. He was a dragon-fighter back in the Akaviri lands. He had sailed there from Elsweyr upon his people hearing word of it. He was a dragon fighter, and one day when he was fighting a dragon, he was hit down by the dragon. The dragon shot ice into his face, and eternally froze his body. This man was a legend, and his body was buried, still frozen in a hero's cemetery in the capital of Elsweyr. The second secret he learned was that the bow his father had given him had actually been hand-crafted by this dragon-fighter ancestor of his. The bow was stolen from his body, however later returned all this time, to his Jayde's great great great grandfather. This is why Jayde is fears dragons and the dragonborn, yet is still intrigued due to his family's history with them.
I just realized I started writing this application while this thread was still on the first page and now it's on the 8th page.
Also, the great great great grandfather was just to prove ancestral value and age in the TES. PS IS THAT ENOUGH DRAGON FOR YOU??? Btw, the bow and the ancestor has something to do with dragons, more than is let on.
OOCIGN:
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:alot. 10's of hours.
Why Us:looks awesome and i like skyrim :tongue.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate:1-2 hours aday probly.
ICName: Sjappiepkownd
Race:i don't know.
Gender:male.
Age:15
Appearance: i have no idea.
Fears: heights a little.
Personality: happy, a bit crazy :tongue.gif:
Occupation:i don't know what this means, sorry. im from the netherlands.
Skills:making potions, tools and mining :biggrin.gif:
Nickname (Optional):Sjappie
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i would like to play this server because i like survival its 1.0, dedicated and has plugins also i want to see those dragons :tongue.gif:
Please tell me where i judged him on his maturity? How i deny a person who i dont want to repost is irrelevant to me but of course i cannot know what you think about that.
Please give the server a chance before you judge it according to one man.
But if you feel that the server isnt mature enough for you then by all means dont play on it.
You judged him on his maturity everywhere. From the IGN, to the backstory. The fact that you don't use capital I's, that you swore at a person, when they just misunderstood the circumstances and that you're signature includes masturbation and a meme doesn't exactly scream maturity. Also, you can base a server on it's moderators. The server is responsible for it's moderators, and you're doing a very bad job at being a moderator. As soon as you're removed from that list, all the respectable people and I will join.e
REPOOOOOOOOST with some less Chuck Noris/Super-Hero stuff :biggrin.gif: (Spelled Noris wrong? Excuse me!)
OOC
IGN: Kallyan
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: In Minecraft only played Prison-Life but played lots of RPGs and played DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) the board game.
Why Us: Well, the whole Skyrim in Minecraft stuff sound awesome :biggrin.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: Well 2-3 hours per day with exceptions a little less
IC
Name: Kallyan
Gender: Male
Age: 17-19 (He was asked a couple of times and he gave different answers)
Appearance: Young. Black Eyes. Long black hair. Pretty Thin. Wears dark red and black clothing. White Skin.
Fears: Spiders and big Insects.
Personality: Calm. Gets attached to his favorite stuff (My best dagger! My favorite robe!)including his home. Even though he is a Thief, he takes care of the people from his kin.
Occupation: Thief/Rogue, Hunting
Skills: Pick Pocketing, Stealthing. Planed dagger strikes...
Nickname (Optional): Kally
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Kallyan enters in an inn far away from his home. Wanting to get a cheap place to sleep for the night.
Kallyan: Good Evening mister...Innkeeper
Innkeeper: Good Evening, Traveler! How may I help you?
Kallyan: How much does your cheapest room cost?
Innkeeper: A cheap room...-Looks through his Leather Covered book-. That is 128 gold coins my sir!
Kallyan: Well... Looks like i've got only 112 gold coins...
Innkeeper: That means that you are not welcome, it's not my problem that you got no money
Kallyan: Hmph... Looks like my barbarian friends must pay a visit to you sometimes
Innkeeper: Well, I... I guess i can give you a room for 110 gold coins, my dear friend (Makes friendly face :smile.gif: )
Kallyan: Ohh... Thank you my fellow friend, that is a great deal!
Kallyan goes upstairs in his room thinking >This fool really thought anything could happen to him, who need barbarian friend?<
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Kallyan was born in a family of Nord Hunters, where he started learning the Hunter skills. He was one of the lower members of his family, because of his not so good aimed shots, but he impressed with his intelligence. At the age of 11, a band of bandits attacked the city and killed his complete family. He was afraid and hided in a corner of his burning house, where his nearly dead mother and their best friend Ranar found him. His Mother, Ekatherins, last wish was that he would be taken by Ranar to safety... What they didn't know, is that Ranar was a Thief. Ranar took the kid on his back and brought him in the forests far away from the burning city, where they built together a little hut and started to earn their money, out of pick-pocketing and robbing.
Kallyan grew up, he learned to use his intelligence and his calm in pick-pocketing and stealthing. He became a master in fooling other people in giving him what he wants, but he had his disatvantages too, the scars left in his memory from the burning city, his mother dieing, he couldn't forget anything, and he was always weaker because of this memories. It is unknown what age he was when Ranar told him to leave and fulfill his destiny. Before he left, Ranar told him that Ekatherin wanted him to get this amulet when he was old enough. Ranar gave him the golden amulet with a shiny stone in the middle and a text behind the stone, in a strange language. Ranar told him to go and translate the text. Kallyan left and searched for the nearest path from his house... Did he find it?
The text behind the stone:
Praesent at orci!
Iacio adamussim!
Adduc eam!
Noli quaerere!
Ego vigilo vos!
Diriget viam tuam ego!
This is Latin and no Skyrim language. Bad translation, i know :tongue.gif:
I guess this is just a story to test me in roleplaying and imagination, he didn't go kill dragons like piece of cake, he went through lots of stuff making him weaker by the day. Hopefully this one is better :biggrin.gif:
Sorry, but we will have to reject you for spelling Chuck Norris wrong. We don't want to get mixed up with the wrong crowd... YOU DON'T FIND CHUCK NORRIS, HE FINDS YOU!
IGN: Ivenar
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT (really)
Why Us: Skyrim :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours is this server is what im hoping for
IC
Name: Ivenar (same as acc name)
Race: Nord :smile.gif:
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (might i chance it)
Appearance: (Uploading an image about my apperance)
Fears: None but sithis! HAIL SITHIS!
Personality: When silence breaks, Darkness falls Respect no one but Sithis and dark brotherhood and greybeards(really i dont want they use Unrealanting force at me from high hrotgar -.- )
Occupation: Assassin, Good with bows , One handed swords I will try to make poisons with alchemy and i will Mine for some items
Skills: Alchemy , Archery , one handed , Light armor , Smithing, Sneaking
Nickname (Optional): Ivenar -.-
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I cant just give example out of my mind , So i will write real rp i had at minecraft rp server
Me : *Knocks door at dwarwen mines*
Me : Help me! Is there anyone? Help this old human
(x1 and x2 is other players name that i was rping with)
x1 : Ugh you heard that?
x2 : What? no...
x1 : I heard someone
x2 : Lets check it
(then they came near me)
x1 : What do you want? HUman?
Me : Help this old human!Please! I fell to this place when i was travelling to XXXX(dont remember what was citys name but it was human city) It was night, I saw an monster i tried to run back but i fell i couldnt see hole at night!
(they opened door and threw me some bread)
Me : Thank you kind elves!Can you show me way to out and closest inn please?
x2 : Yea fallow me
X2 : *points* Go though that way and you will find inn
Me : Thank you for all help! I will never forget you kind elves that saved my life!
this wasnt good example but to show that im not noob rper , I will say what i know
I wont just freely attack people , I wont grief , I wont rp at OOC chat , I wont metagame , I wont hack , I wont break any rules...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Im not good at backstory.. Last time i tried, It failed . My english is not good enaugh to write backstory :/
IGN:ejk999
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: I have Roleplayed in multiple hardcore communities, am currently on about 5 RP servers right now (not all minecraft), and have had experience with Dungeons and Dragons.
Why Us: I am a Skyrim Addict, cant get the new game, so I am going for the next best thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 5 hours a day, 6 days a week.
IC
Name: Balten S. Melcore
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: http://tiny.cc/murf2 Ignore the Default Ghost, made it myself, the regular skin below it has been updated to have a few torn parts on this clothing and blood/blood stains.
Mental/Physical Hinderance: My character has Schizophrenia
Fears: The fear of being abandoned or powerless, ever.
Personality: He tries to be nice, but sometimes is pushed to the limits and takes advantage of people.
Occupation: Survivalist, Thief, Looter.
Skills: Technical Stuff (I am not sure how Redstone will be incorperated into Skyrim), Bows, Not very good at swords.
Nickname (Optional): TROGDOR, THE BURNINATOR (Homestarrunner.com refference. xD)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Balten: *walks into Tavern*
Selmak: *sees Balten come in*
Balten: *walks over to bar counter, pulling out some money*
Selmak: *gets up and walks over to Balten*
Balten: One Ale please.
Bartendee: Coming up sir.
Selmak: *grabs Balten by the arm and turns him around*
Selmak: Oi, you new in town?
Balten: *suprised* Yeah, just passing through. I was going to find somewhere to spend the night. You?
Selmak: I am a long time resident.
Balten: Oh, good! Is there somewhere that I can sleep?
Selmak: Well, there is a Graveyard just down the road.
Balten: *eyes widen* Um... I would much rather go for a fluffy pillow then a dirt nap...
Bartendee: Here is your drink sir... Its on the house...
Balten: *Takes cup up and realizes its heavier then usual*
Balten: *looks inside and sees a large stone inside along with his ale*
Selmak: Well, how about we go get you checked in.
Balten: Wait a second.
Balten: *raises his cup* Cheers!
Silence...
Balten: *Slams cup into Selmaks Skull*
Selmak: *falls back from the hit*
Balten: *makes a run for the door*
I have an extended version, but this is already pretty long. I can edit and make it the full version if needed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Balten was a pretty average boy. He was son to a feared Raider named "Sacnar, The Ravager". Balten grew up to the age of 5 when his father decided to give his son the first kill. He captured a local child, a girl, and brought her before Balten. With the blade that he had killed so many other with, Sacnar gave Balten the blade and told him to stab the girl. Balten, not knowing what he was doing, said "Yes Daddy" and started trying to pick up the sword. The girl, now scared half to death, was screaming for help. As Balten was about to get a full grip on the sword, an arrow hit his father. With Sacnar injured, he grabbed the blade and sliced the girls head straight off. By that time, they were surrounded. Balten, being a 5 year old, was in the form of a little ball hidden by a bush. He saw his father shot multiple times, and eventually be-headed just like the little girl. Balten fainted from the sight, and was found a few minutes afterwards by the hunters that killed his father. They took him back and thought he was another victim from another village.
They took him in and raised him until he was 13, when he came. A large warrior in armor a shiny as the stars themselves, walked into their fair village. He wore a cape with the hide of a Dragon on it, and was accepted by all the village as a dragon slayer. Balten thought that the dragons were a work of art, rather then deadly animals. In turn, he wanted the cape, and he wanted it badly. In the dead of the night, the cape was stolen, along with the small blade that was in it. After a day of hiding the cape and blade, Balten felt like he could do anything. He had heard of a large mountain where a Dragon laid not far from the town. Taking the blade and the cloak, he went on his journey. It has been 13 years since that day. When Balten had reached there, the Dragon was gone, along with the village. All he knew was burnt to a crisp, shot by arrows, or generally killed. As a wanderer, Balten still walks with that same blade, and the cape, safely hidden.
Also, just a suggestion, in another forum area, they had a Mental/Physical Hinderance option in their applications. So I thought I might be able to add it in. Just an idea.
IGN:ejk999
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: I have Roleplayed in multiple hardcore communities, am currently on about 5 RP servers right now (not all minecraft), and have had experience with Dungeons and Dragons.
Why Us: I am a Skyrim Addict, cant get the new game, so I am going for the next best thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 5 hours a day, 6 days a week.
IC
Name: Balten S. Melcore
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: http://tiny.cc/murf2 Ignore the Default Ghost, made it myself, the regular skin below it has been updated to have a few torn parts on this clothing and blood/blood stains.
Mental/Physical Hinderance: My character has Schizophrenia
Fears: The fear of being abandoned or powerless, ever.
Personality: He tries to be nice, but sometimes is pushed to the limits and takes advantage of people.
Occupation: Survivalist, Thief, Looter.
Skills: Technical Stuff (I am not sure how Redstone will be incorperated into Skyrim), Bows, Not very good at swords.
Nickname (Optional): TROGDOR, THE BURNINATOR (Homestarrunner.com refference. xD)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Balten: *walks into Tavern*
Selmak: *sees Balten come in*
Balten: *walks over to bar counter, pulling out some money*
Selmak: *gets up and walks over to Balten*
Balten: One Ale please.
Bartendee: Coming up sir.
Selmak: *grabs Balten by the arm and turns him around*
Selmak: Oi, you new in town?
Balten: *suprised* Yeah, just passing through. I was going to find somewhere to spend the night. You?
Selmak: I am a long time resident.
Balten: Oh, good! Is there somewhere that I can sleep?
Selmak: Well, there is a Graveyard just down the road.
Balten: *eyes widen* Um... I would much rather go for a fluffy pillow then a dirt nap...
Bartendee: Here is your drink sir... Its on the house...
Balten: *Takes cup up and realizes its heavier then usual*
Balten: *looks inside and sees a large stone inside along with his ale*
Selmak: Well, how about we go get you checked in.
Balten: Wait a second.
Balten: *raises his cup* Cheers!
Silence...
Balten: *Slams cup into Selmaks Skull*
Selmak: *falls back from the hit*
Balten: *makes a run for the door*
I have an extended version, but this is already pretty long. I can edit and make it the full version if needed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Balten was a pretty average boy. He was son to a feared Raider named "Sacnar, The Ravager". Balten grew up to the age of 5 when his father decided to give his son the first kill. He captured a local child, a girl, and brought her before Balten. With the blade that he had killed so many other with, Sacnar gave Balten the blade and told him to stab the girl. Balten, not knowing what he was doing, said "Yes Daddy" and started trying to pick up the sword. The girl, now scared half to death, was screaming for help. As Balten was about to get a full grip on the sword, an arrow hit his father. With Sacnar injured, he grabbed the blade and sliced the girls head straight off. By that time, they were surrounded. Balten, being a 5 year old, was in the form of a little ball hidden by a bush. He saw his father shot multiple times, and eventually be-headed just like the little girl. Balten fainted from the sight, and was found a few minutes afterwards by the hunters that killed his father. They took him back and thought he was another victim from another village.
They took him in and raised him until he was 13, when he came. A large warrior in armor a shiny as the stars themselves, walked into their fair village. He wore a cape with the hide of a Dragon on it, and was accepted by all the village as a dragon slayer. Balten thought that the dragons were a work of art, rather then deadly animals. In turn, he wanted the cape, and he wanted it badly. In the dead of the night, the cape was stolen, along with the small blade that was in it. After a day of hiding the cape and blade, Balten felt like he could do anything. He had heard of a large mountain where a Dragon laid not far from the town. Taking the blade and the cloak, he went on his journey. It has been 13 years since that day. When Balten had reached there, the Dragon was gone, along with the village. All he knew was burnt to a crisp, shot by arrows, or generally killed. As a wanderer, Balten still walks with that same blade, and the cape, safely hidden.
Also, just a suggestion, in another forum area, they had a Mental/Physical Hinderance option in their applications. So I thought I might be able to add it in. Just an idea.
Don't worry! When I get whitelised, I'll be your friend!
IGN: Ivenar
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT (really)
Why Us: Skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours is this server is what im hoping for
IC
Name: Ivenar (same as acc name)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (might i chance it)
Appearance: (Uploading an image about my apperance)
Fears: None but sithis! HAIL SITHIS!
Personality: When silence breaks, Darkness falls Respect no one but Sithis and dark brotherhood and greybeards(really i dont want they use Unrealanting force at me from high hrotgar -.- )
Occupation: Assassin, Good with bows , One handed swords I will try to make poisons with alchemy and i will Mine for some items
Skills: Alchemy , Archery , one handed , Light armor , Smithing, Sneaking
Nickname (Optional): Ivenar -.-
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I cant just give example out of my mind , So i will write real rp i had at minecraft rp server
Me : *Knocks door at dwarwen mines*
Me : Help me! Is there anyone? Help this old human
(x1 and x2 is other players name that i was rping with)
x1 : Ugh you heard that?
x2 : What? no...
x1 : I heard someone
x2 : Lets check it
(then they came near me)
x1 : What do you want? HUman?
Me : Help this old human!Please! I fell to this place when i was travelling to XXXX(dont remember what was citys name but it was human city) It was night, I saw an monster i tried to run back but i fell i couldnt see hole at night!
(they opened door and threw me some bread)
Me : Thank you kind elves!Can you show me way to out and closest inn please?
x2 : Yea fallow me
X2 : *points* Go though that way and you will find inn
Me : Thank you for all help! I will never forget you kind elves that saved my life!
this wasnt good example but to show that im not noob rper , I will say what i know
I wont just freely attack people , I wont grief , I wont rp at OOC chat , I wont metagame , I wont hack , I wont break any rules...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ugh.. I want to enter server so i give it a try :tongue.gif:
When I was child , Nahwrog found me at streets of Ivarstead... I was only 3 and had no parents. Nahwrog fed me helped me to become man. He was blacksmith.Sometimes i helped him so i had experiance with swords.When i was 12, I looked at stairs at mountain and i asked to Nahwrog "Where this road goes though?" and he said "Tough the High Hrotgar" I asked him about that place and he told me about greybeards and their " Way of the Voice ". I was impressed and i wanted to Go to there but Nahwrog didnt let me to go,He said I need to become 16 to go there. When i become 16 , I was old enaugh to go on my own way, Nahwrog..He was like parent that i didnt had but it was time to me go on my own way.I hunted animals and sold their hides to make some money.
It was time to Climb that mountain and see how is high hrotgar like. I took some food and wood to make a camp at road to that mountain.I climbed as much stairs as i can there was intresting stones have words on them. I read one of them
"Kyne called on Paarthurnax,Who pitied men"
"Together they tought man to use the voice"
"Then dragon war raged , Dragon aganist Tangue"
I made a camp there amd i tried to make fire but it was too cold and windy to make fire but as a Nord i had resistance to Cold so it wasnt hard to sleep there.When it became day, I kept walking and at long last, I reached High Hrotgar. There was Chest and 2 doors..I choosed right door.I saw some old people shouting and a great power... I was impressed of their great power. But they wasnt talking with me.I checked around and found someone who can talk, I asked him about why they dont talk. His asnwer was "Their voice is too strong , They dont want to hurt you" They letted me to stay there for One day. They were kind at me they shared their food with me.I was thinking about asking them to teach their great power to me but i was too young for that might when i get older I can ask them but not now... Then i said bye to them and left their place
I looked at world and tought " Great world of Skyrim awaits ".
As i said im not good at this. I tried my best to enter your great server :tongue.gif:
IGN: IceyRush
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: 6 years of Dungeons and Dragons as well as countless rpgs
Why Us: I like role playing and I'm familiar with this background
Time You Can Dedicate: At least a couple hours a day
IC
Name: Durzo Blint
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Short Black Hair with a goatee. Medium Build nothing special, you wouldn't look twice if you saw him.
Fears: Displeasing the Night Mother
Personality: Cold, Calculating, not one for humor
Occupation: Assassin (Member of the Dark Brotherhood)
Skills: Durzo has been trained in a variety of skills out of necessity. Skilled in illusion magic. Blades are prefered but when its necessary Durzo is a skilled marksman. A master of alchemy Durzo prefers to poison his marks. On top of that Durzo is skilled in stealth, lock picking and pick pocketing.
Nickname (Optional): Blint
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Izo: Did you feel that?
Relg: Feel what?
Izo: Nothing must of been the wind. Anyways as I was saying we need to find another caravan route, the damn StormCloaks keep hitting em. I lost my third one this month.
Relg: You could always take the route through Solitude?
Izo: No, the imperials skin me alive with all the damn taxes. On top of tha- *A spray of blood bursts from Izo's neck.
Durzo Blint: Dras sends his regards...
Relg: *Relg's lips move wordlessly, a look of panic crosses his face as he realizes he cant move.*
Durzo Blint: You'll be going away for a long time for this. *taking the blood stained dagger Durzo forces the hilt into Relg's hand* Guards! murderer!
*With a few hand gestures Durzo Disappears and the guards burst into the room finding Relg standing over Izo's dead body dagger in hand*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Having killed his abusive father at the age of 11 Durzo did not have a normal childhood. Soon after the Dark Brotherhood found him. As an initiation Durzo was forced to kill a small figure with a hood over their head. One thrust and it was done. He removed the hood to find his best friend Dev. Thus began his membership of the Dark Brotherhood.
Years spent always training. His first contract he received at 14 and completed with ease. Durzo was a prodigy mastering everything put before him. Life was not easy within the Brotherhood. His knowledge of alchemy was tested daily, poisons being added to his food. Some days he would come to find his room locked and trapped. Despite these hazards Durzo survived and is one of the best Assassins in the Brotherhood today because of it.
This contract was very strange indeed. From a Jarl. The man didn't even perform the black sacrament, Astrid went and made an offer. Very unorthodox how far the Brotherhood has fallen. His mark tonight was a dragon. Since their return this one had been terrorizing small villages in the area. Tracking the beast to it's lair was an easy task. Durzo looked up at the mountain looming ahead of him. It was going to be a long night. Casting his spell of invisibility Durzo set off. The climb was long and treacherous in the night but Durzo was fit and climbed with relative ease. 2 hours later Durzo reached his destination. The dragon lay oblivious. He hoped his poisons would work. Pulling out a scroll Durzo cast the conjuration spell contained within. Poof a mountain goat stood before him. He covered the goat in poison and slapped it on its rump. It went running towards the dragon. Catching a wiff of the goat the dragon rose and flew into the air. It swooped on the goat exactly as planed and ate it in mid air. Unfortunately for the dragon one of the effects of the poison was paralysis. The other effects were unnecesary because it plummeted thousands of feet to its death. "Well that wasn't so bad" Contract completed Durzo set off back home.
IGN: NKCazy
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Been roleplaying since I was 11 (D&D, SW, Call of Cthuhlu, Whitewolf, Scion, ect)
Why Us: Skyrim?
Time You Can Dedicate: When Im not working or playing Skyrim
IC
Name: Xathras Chaosweaver
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: 5'9", 145 lbs, Ruby red scales and crimson highlights on the cheeks and chin. Black horns protrude from the skull.
Fears: Giants, Frost Trolls.
Personality: For sake of argument, Chaotic Neutral. Believes in a free world.
Occupation: Companion Mage
Skills: Smithing, Destruction, One Handed Weapons
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Xathras watches from the shadows as the assassin casts an invisibility spell and places blame on the other trader*
"Hmm...He seems capable of performing magic competently. The Companions could always use someone with the right place of blades and magic with them, especially with Illusion."
He turns around and passes a beggar*
"Here, for your troubles *gives a gold piece* and please tell the Guild to give this to Astrid *gives folded up note*"
"Why...I will do so? But thank thee kindly sir..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After slinking out of the Black Marsh due to a failed experiment resulting in the deaths of several...rather unfortunate children...Xathras was picked up by an Imperial trade caravan on their way back to the Imperial City. Just North of Leyawin, the caravan was attacked by a group of roaming conjurers. They ripped from the earths atronachs enveloped in the fires of Oblivion and rose from the ground, shambling skeletons and spectral visages. The caravan was lit aflame and the traders slaughtered before Xathras had a chance to react. But when he did, there was nothing to remain other than flaming wreckage and charred sinew. Trees were blown aback and the road cratered. With the sounds of galloping horses, he made his escape into the woods and traveled north along the waterline. When he reached the far ends of the Empire, just past Bruma, he made his way across the border into Skyrim.
He thought he wasnt being followed and was surprised when a squad of Imperials arrested him. He did not wish to further increase his bounty, so he went quietly. He was taken to a meeting place and placed into a carriage. One of a few in a prison caravan. From the carriage ahead of his, he heard some men talking about StormCloaks and a man named Ulfric. Sounds of terror come from the cart in front but he keeps quiet. He arrived in a small, walled hamlet crawling with Imperial soldiers and figured that he wasnt going to be able to dodge the arrow this time. During one of the executions, a strange noise is heard and while the guards are looking about, he slips away and out the south gate. As he reached the treeline, roars of anger and cataclysmic explosions envelop the land. A dragon had returned and was assaulting the hamlet. Not one to boast his talents nor test them against a dragon at this time, he fled into the wilds and made rest in Riverwood, where he picked up blacksmithing. He heard rumors of a group of men and women called the Companions based out of Whiterun and decided that he had enough courage to join them, yet not attack a Dragon.
IGN: projectize
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: About 80% of the servers i have played on are RP and i enjoy them very much. I would most likely understand how this server will work.(i play skyrim aswell)
Why Us: I LOVE skyrim and minecraft. These are probably my two favourite games currently. This server has both, so i think this server will be exceptionally fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: everyday except thrusdays.
IC
Name: Exidus Vulnero
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Moderate hair length, big(muscle) and slightly dark skin(like imperial)
Fears: My own weaknesses.
Personality: anti-social, like to fight and passive.
Occupation: Warrior/Mage
Skills: Carry the heaviest of weapons, yet it is as light as a feather to him, fast and agile although covered in heavy armour. Cast deadly and destructive spells that only the strongest can survive.
Nickname (Optional): Vetuv
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Nord: Did you hear that?!?
Vetuv: Yes.
Nord: The dragons have returned after this long.
Vetuv: And we will be the first to kill it!
Nord: Do you not fear this monster? It could crush you with it's teeth within a second.
Vetuv: I fear nothing.
*Absorbs dragon soul*
Vetuv: Finally.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Exidus Vulnero, Son of Ovid Vulnero and Melissa Vulnero. Exidus was born in a small village, unknown to the world, as it was hidden in a valley. Exidus had never remembered his old home or his parents, it had all burned down before a split second... A dragon was the cause of this village to burn down to ashes. Exidus only gained one thing from that day. Revenge. Ever since that day, Exidus has searched and roamed the lands of Skyrim, looking for that dragon. For the revenge he wanted, after it had killed his parents and town folks.
Whilst his adventure of looking for this dragon, Exidus has struggled to survive the wilderness, and caves. He was relentless, fighting the draugr and even bandits stepped in his way, but he cleaved at his foe, as if he had struck the air. Exidus remains silent in the wilderness, looking for the dragon.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends if i like the server but proberly 4/5 hours a day
IC
Name: Cronic
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Very short with white eyes along with my glorious flowing blonde hair
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A very outgoing person that is an amazing guy to have around the pub to have some drinks in the inn
Occupation: Rouge
Skills: LockPicking
Nickname (Optional): Cronic
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Go on leave me!
Cronic: No man left behind...
Citizen: Im telling you go! You cant see me like this.
Cronic: Like What?
*As the Full emerges it self out of the clouds the citizen begins his transformation*
Citizen: I told you to leave and now I think I`m a little hungry!
Cronic: Dont do this, I don't want to do this!
* Cronic Jumps back as the new firmly transformed werewolf swings at him *
Cronic: I warned you.
*Cronic uses his shout and shoots a wave of arrows at the once before citizen *
Citizen *wounded*: You are a worthy challanger and the one to send me to my death bed but before that give this rose to my wife..ugh.. *cough* ....
Cronic: Very Well.
*Quest Received*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cronic Smeil a Dark Elf in Skyrim mistreated very poorly since Skyrim was founded by nords but no matter what growing up was a problem for little boy Cronic to see this is because of the Brother Hood had always came around back then to take or bless new people into the Brother Hood. This made it very hard to live because some people think that the brotherhood is a disgrace rather then a blessing. Cronic found it the most interesting thing in the world so at age 16 he vouched that he would join the Dark Brother Hood. So he ran away to go to each and every town that was for told that the Brother Hood was there. At age of 18 Cronic officially found the Brother Hood and at that point he thought if he could find the Brother Hood then he is better then them.
In those two long years of his life was his the most important thing in life prov-ailed his dagger. The Dagger that had saved his live of Were Wolfs, Vampires, Imperials, and a baby dragon. Cronic was no longer a little boy yet an adventure-er he looked out for quests in every town he ventured to. Yet where is Cronic now you ask? A town of the Imperials where his life has just begun in Halgen. Cronic was tied up in some Storm Cloak stuff where he was to get his head decapitated yet a dragon had stopped it faith... destiny... what ever it was Cronic's adventure was not complete.
I've roleplayed on Arma 2, Garry's Mod, Blockland and Minecraft many, many times on various themes, and several times TES roleplay on those.
Why Us:
You're the first TES server I've seen and you look very professionally run.
Time You Can Dedicate:
2-3 hours a day and more on the weekends.
IC
Name:
Jayde Alkari (Jay-duh Al-car-ee)
Race:
Khajiit
Gender:
Male
Age:
23
Appearance:
A tall Khajiit man wearing a custom-leather cuirass, worn-hide pants and a pair of Elven boots. A grey hood hangs over his head. He has the Alkari Family Bow, covered in strange engravings of a foreign language on it, and a quiver of ebony arrows. He has a pouch on his side full of alchemy ingredients.
Fears:
Lizards(Including Argonians), Imperials and Dragonborn/Dragons
Personality:
A quirky, funny type of thing. He can be very serious in combat however.
Occupation:
Thief (Possibly Head-Of Thieves Guild if possible?)
Skills:
(Assuming you mean TES Skills...) Archery, Alchemy, Light Armour, Sneak, Lockpick, Speech
Nickname (Optional):
The Con(Among the Public)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jayde walks into the room.
Jayde: Hilga, what's the situation with the Black Briars?
*Hilga shakes her head.
Jayde: What is it?
*Hilga sighs
Hilga: They found our mole and gave him to the guards. He hasn't broken yet, but we need to get him out.
*Jayde pulls out an invisibility potion
Jayde: Well, this will help me.
Hilga: May the Nine Divines be with you, Jayde.
*Jayde grabs some ebony arrows and his Alkari Family Bow and leaves the room.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jayde was born amongst a poor Khajiit farming family. He often found himself brewing potions and using alchemy in his father's study using ingredients he found around the farm. He learned his speech skills from a young age, getting himself out of trouble in various contexts whether it be with the village guards, his parents or other children. He was mischievous in his early ages, sneaking around, stealing various items for his potions. On his 11th birthday his father presented him with a bow, "It was your great great great grandfather's" his father said, "He was a soldier in the Daedric Conflict that ended the 3rd era." Jayde worshipped this bow and practiced with it whenever he wasn't brewing potions in his free time.
At the age of 18, Jayde left his familystead and headed for Skyrim, upon hearing word about the return of the dragons. He spent monthes travelling there and upon arriving, docked in the town of Riften. He got off the boat to see a man standing in an alleyway, who when he walked by called him in. "Hey, you look like you got some sneaky skills, am I right?" said the man. "Ya, I was kind of a legend back in my hometown." Jayde replied. "I'm a recruiter for the thieves guild, come with me." So, this started his new life. Continueing his reputation of thievery, he was inducted into the thieves guild and quickly fit in. His exceptional speech skills earned his the nickname, "The Con" amongst the public. He was that, a con. And he was good at it.
One day while doing his thief thing an imperial battalion rode into town, they stopped at the gates and asked the guards for a man going by "The Con." Jayde was scared to death. He ran into The Ragged Flagoon and warned everyone. The thieves guild went underground for 3 weeks while the imperial battalion was in town. 3 times, they nearly found them, however they were thwarted off by the wannabe-thieves in the sewers. This brought fear into the thieves guild of the imperials, and this is why Jayde fears imperials.
On a dark night, Jayde was dreaming, more like re-living something that happened to him at the age of 13. One day when he was out in the fields shooting his bow, 3 Argonians approached him, they were rough-looking, wearing iron armour and they wielded various iron weapons. They asked him where his father was and he responded "I don't know." He then realized these men were bandits, they were most likely just using that to try and get the location of the farmhouse. They bandits questioned him, "Why don't you know where your father is boy?" Jayde stuttered and said "H-h-he is gon-ne on a tr-trip to t-t-t-own..." The bandits looked at him strangely, then walked away. When they were about 15 yards away, his father called "Jayde! It's time for supper!" Jayde froze. The men turned around and rushed at him. Jayde quickly drew his bow and shot one of his arrows at the argonian's direction. He hit him square in the forehead. Jayde stood there in shock. He'd just killed his first man. He drew another arrow, and shot again. He hit one of the other argonians in the leg. He drew his final arrow, and shot. He hit the third argonian in the hip. The 2 injured argonians ran as fast as they could off into the forest. His father came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Why are you shaking?" He raised his hand, pointed to the Argonian's body and then to the men running into the forest. His father picked him up and ran with him to the house, and this is why Jayde fears Lizards.
An afternoon when Jayde was 16, his father approached him with a book in his hand. He set the book down infront of him on the table and said, "This is the book of the Alkari family. You are 16, and following tradition I thought I'd pass it onto you. When you grow up and have children, you too will pass it on." Jayde opened the book and learned many family secrets, starting with one of his ancestors. He was a dragon-fighter back in the Akaviri lands. He had sailed there from Elsweyr upon his people hearing word of it. He was a dragon fighter, and one day when he was fighting a dragon, he was hit down by the dragon. The dragon shot ice into his face, and eternally froze his body. This man was a legend, and his body was buried, still frozen in a hero's cemetery in the capital of Elsweyr. The second secret he learned was that the bow his father had given him had actually been hand-crafted by this dragon-fighter ancestor of his. The bow was stolen from his body, however later returned all this time, to his Jayde's great great great grandfather. This is why Jayde is fears dragons and the dragonborn, yet is still intrigued due to his family's history with them.
REPOOOOOOOOST with some less Chuck Noris/Super-Hero stuff :biggrin.gif: (Spelled Noris wrong? Excuse me!)
OOC
IGN: Kallyan
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: In Minecraft only played Prison-Life but played lots of RPGs and played DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) the board game.
Why Us: Well, the whole Skyrim in Minecraft stuff sound awesome :biggrin.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: Well 2-3 hours per day with exceptions a little less
IC
Name: Kallyan
Gender: Male
Age: 17-19 (He was asked a couple of times and he gave different answers)
Appearance: Young. Black Eyes. Long black hair. Pretty Thin. Wears dark red and black clothing. White Skin.
Fears: Spiders and big Insects.
Personality: Calm. Gets attached to his favorite stuff (My best dagger! My favorite robe!)including his home. Even though he is a Thief, he takes care of the people from his kin.
Occupation: Thief/Rogue, Hunting
Skills: Pick Pocketing, Stealthing. Planed dagger strikes...
Nickname (Optional): Kally
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Kallyan enters in an inn far away from his home. Wanting to get a cheap place to sleep for the night.
Kallyan: Good Evening mister...Innkeeper
Innkeeper: Good Evening, Traveler! How may I help you?
Kallyan: How much does your cheapest room cost?
Innkeeper: A cheap room...-Looks through his Leather Covered book-. That is 128 gold coins my sir!
Kallyan: Well... Looks like i've got only 112 gold coins...
Innkeeper: That means that you are not welcome, it's not my problem that you got no money
Kallyan: Hmph... Looks like my barbarian friends must pay a visit to you sometimes
Innkeeper: Well, I... I guess i can give you a room for 110 gold coins, my dear friend (Makes friendly face :smile.gif: )
Kallyan: Ohh... Thank you my fellow friend, that is a great deal!
Kallyan goes upstairs in his room thinking >This fool really thought anything could happen to him, who need barbarian friend?<
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Kallyan was born in a family of Nord Hunters, where he started learning the Hunter skills. He was one of the lower members of his family, because of his not so good aimed shots, but he impressed with his intelligence. At the age of 11, a band of bandits attacked the city and killed his complete family. He was afraid and hided in a corner of his burning house, where his nearly dead mother and their best friend Ranar found him. His Mother, Ekatherins, last wish was that he would be taken by Ranar to safety... What they didn't know, is that Ranar was a Thief. Ranar took the kid on his back and brought him in the forests far away from the burning city, where they built together a little hut and started to earn their money, out of pick-pocketing and robbing.
Kallyan grew up, he learned to use his intelligence and his calm in pick-pocketing and stealthing. He became a master in fooling other people in giving him what he wants, but he had his disatvantages too, the scars left in his memory from the burning city, his mother dieing, he couldn't forget anything, and he was always weaker because of this memories. It is unknown what age he was when Ranar told him to leave and fulfill his destiny. Before he left, Ranar told him that Ekatherin wanted him to get this amulet when he was old enough. Ranar gave him the golden amulet with a shiny stone in the middle and a text behind the stone, in a strange language. Ranar told him to go and translate the text. Kallyan left and searched for the nearest path from his house... Did he find it?
The text behind the stone:
Praesent at orci!
Iacio adamussim!
Adduc eam!
Noli quaerere!
Ego vigilo vos!
Diriget viam tuam ego!
This is Latin and no Skyrim language. Bad translation, i know :tongue.gif:
I guess this is just a story to test me in roleplaying and imagination, he didn't go kill dragons like piece of cake, he went through lots of stuff making him weaker by the day. Hopefully this one is better :biggrin.gif:
IGN: TheWholeTaco
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I played on a few RP servers, and a RP game on Warcraft III called Fantasy Life, and most everyone was satisfied with my RPing.
Why Us: I LOVE Skyrim, and to have it in Minecraft as well? That would be amazing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Usually an hour a day, on weekends maybe more.
IC
Name: Talan
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: He is a very skinny man, who is always looking for prey. The hood on his head casts a shadow over his face, he has a Dwarven dagger at his side, and a bow and quiver on his back. His face (when seen) is quite young, besides a scar over his left eye.
Fears: Those with the power of the Thu'um.
Personality: Very shady, and is great at manipulating people to do his will.
Occupation: He is an agent of the Thieves' Guild, mercenary.
Skills: Speech, one-handed, light armor, and archery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
(Adventurer) "I heard you could... 'help' me with something."
(Talan) "Well, it depends. What needs doing and what's the pay?"
(Adventurer) "I'll give you 1000 gold. Now, there's a certain innkeeper who knows something important. I need this information."
(Talan) "Where is this man?"
(Adventurer) "He works at the Winking Skeever in Solitude. If you could get this man to talk, I'll be sure to tell Ulfric of you."
(Talan) "So you're a Stormcloak? Let me guess, a courier who got robbed."
(Stormcloak Courier) "Yes. Noq, the sooner you get this done, the sonner I pay you."
(Imperial Guard) "Hey, you over there!" -looks at Talan- "You're a wanted man!"
(Talan) "By the Nine.... I'll get the job done." -he gets up from the shadowy corner, leaves the inn, and sees a man on a horse- "I need to borrow this." -he jumped onto the horse, puched the man in the face, and rode off-
A few days later...
(Talan) "Look, tell me what I need to know, and you live." -he presses dagger harder on the innkeeper's throat-
(Innkeeper) -he looks up at Talan and smiles, mischeviously- "The letter is already in The General's hands."
(Talan) "Thank you sir." -he slides the knife across the innkeeper's throat- "See you in Oblivion."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Talan grew up in Ivarstead, his father being a hunter, and his mother a Stormcloak soldier. His life was pretty much perfect until he was 15 years old. On his birthday, Thalmor Inquisitiaries came to the peaceful town and took his parents. They took them into a carriage, and rode off towards Cyrodil. Talan was horrorstruck, and tracked them down to Riften. During his stay, a thief tried to rob him. Talan grabbed his hand, twisted it, and impaled it with his dagger. The thief saw his potential as a thief, and begged him to let him live, and to join the Guild. Talan joined, for he knew his parents were dead. They tried to escape the Thalmor, and were killed. He saw their bodies on the side of the road.
The lost boy grew up to be an excellent thief, and rose in the ranks of the Guild quickly. Soon he became the primary choice for those needing help, and became rich with the payments. Whenever he saw a Thalmor, the pointy-eared b*****d fell to the ground, an arrow through its skull. Eventually, he became a wanderer of Skyrim, doing the tasks of the highest bidder. He had no side in the war, he killed both Imperials and Stormcloaks. His works brought him to nearly every city and town, sometimes even outside of Skyrim. On one of his journeys, he saw a rich looking warrior walking alone through the woods. He went to rob him, but the mysterious man was too strong. As Talan ran up, the man Shouted, and Talan flew back off the road and into a river. On his way down, a sharp rock fell, and cut his eye.
Thanks to the new info of this taking place 20 years after Alduin's death, that makes Talan seven when the Thalmor take his parents. That's one boss 7-yr old.
IGN: NKCazy
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Been roleplaying since I was 11 (D&D, SW, Call of Cthuhlu, Whitewolf, Scion, ect)
Why Us: Skyrim?
Time You Can Dedicate: When Im not working or playing Skyrim
IC
Name: Xathras Chaosweaver
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: 5'9", 145 lbs, Ruby red scales and crimson highlights on the cheeks and chin. Black horns protrude from the skull.
Fears: Giants, Frost Trolls.
Personality: For sake of argument, Chaotic Neutral. Believes in a free world.
Occupation: Companion Mage
Skills: Smithing, Destruction, One Handed Weapons
Nickname (Optional): N/A
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Xathras watches from the shadows as the assassin casts an invisibility spell and places blame on the other trader*
"Hmm...He seems capable of performing magic competently. The Companions could always use someone with the right place of blades and magic with them, especially with Illusion."
He turns around and passes a beggar*
"Here, for your troubles *gives a gold piece* and please tell the Guild to give this to Astrid *gives folded up note*"
"Why...I will do so? But thank thee kindly sir..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
After slinking out of the Black Marsh due to a failed experiment resulting in the deaths of several...rather unfortunate children...Xathras was picked up by an Imperial trade caravan on their way back to the Imperial City. Just North of Leyawin, the caravan was attacked by a group of roaming conjurers. They ripped from the earths atronachs enveloped in the fires of Oblivion and rose from the ground, shambling skeletons and spectral visages. The caravan was lit aflame and the traders slaughtered before Xathras had a chance to react. But when he did, there was nothing to remain other than flaming wreckage and charred sinew. Trees were blown aback and the road cratered. With the sounds of galloping horses, he made his escape into the woods and traveled north along the waterline. When he reached the far ends of the Empire, just past Bruma, he made his way across the border into Skyrim.
He thought he wasnt being followed and was surprised when a squad of Imperials arrested him. He did not wish to further increase his bounty, so he went quietly. He was taken to a meeting place and placed into a carriage. One of a few in a prison caravan. From the carriage ahead of his, he heard some men talking about StormCloaks and a man named Ulfric. Sounds of terror come from the cart in front but he keeps quiet. He arrived in a small, walled hamlet crawling with Imperial soldiers and figured that he wasnt going to be able to dodge the arrow this time. During one of the executions, a strange noise is heard and while the guards are looking about, he slips away and out the south gate. As he reached the treeline, roars of anger and cataclysmic explosions envelop the land. A dragon had returned and was assaulting the hamlet. Not one to boast his talents nor test them against a dragon at this time, he fled into the wilds and made rest in Riverwood, where he picked up blacksmithing. He heard rumors of a group of men and women called the Companions based out of Whiterun and decided that he had enough courage to join them, yet not attack a Dragon.
IGN: projectize
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: About 80% of the servers i have played on are RP and i enjoy them very much. I would most likely understand how this server will work.(i play skyrim aswell)
Why Us: I LOVE skyrim and minecraft. These are probably my two favourite games currently. This server has both, so i think this server will be exceptionally fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: everyday except thrusdays.
IC
Name: Exidus Vulnero
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Moderate hair length, big(muscle) and slightly dark skin(like imperial)
Fears: My own weaknesses.
Personality: anti-social, like to fight and passive.
Occupation: Warrior/Mage
Skills: Carry the heaviest of weapons, yet it is as light as a feather to him, fast and agile although covered in heavy armour. Cast deadly and destructive spells that only the strongest can survive.
Nickname (Optional): Vetuv
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Nord: Did you hear that?!?
Vetuv: Yes.
Nord: The dragons have returned after this long.
Vetuv: And we will be the first to kill it!
Nord: Do you not fear this monster? It could crush you with it's teeth within a second.
Vetuv: I fear nothing.
*Absorbs dragon soul*
Vetuv: Finally.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Exidus Vulnero, Son of Ovid Vulnero and Melissa Vulnero. Exidus was born in a small village, unknown to the world, as it was hidden in a valley. Exidus had never remembered his old home or his parents, it had all burned down before a split second... A dragon was the cause of this village to burn down to ashes. Exidus only gained one thing from that day. Revenge. Ever since that day, Exidus has searched and roamed the lands of Skyrim, looking for that dragon. For the revenge he wanted, after it had killed his parents and town folks.
Whilst his adventure of looking for this dragon, Exidus has struggled to survive the wilderness, and caves. He was relentless, fighting the draugr and even bandits stepped in his way, but he cleaved at his foe, as if he had struck the air. Exidus remains silent in the wilderness, looking for the dragon.
Didn't realize I needed the dragons in it so here I go.
This contract was very strange indeed. From a Jarl. The man didn't even perform the black sacrament, Astrid went and made an offer. Very unorthodox how far the Brotherhood has fallen. His mark tonight was a dragon. Since their return this one had been terrorizing small villages in the area. Tracking the beast to it's lair was an easy task. Durzo looked up at the mountain looming ahead of him. It was going to be a long night. Casting his spell of invisibility Durzo set off. The climb was long and treacherous in the night but Durzo was fit and climbed with relative ease. 2 hours later Durzo reached his destination. The dragon lay oblivious. He hoped his poisons would work. Pulling out a scroll Durzo cast the conjuration spell contained within. Poof a mountain goat stood before him. He covered the goat in poison and slapped it on its rump. It went running towards the dragon. Catching a wiff of the goat the dragon rose and flew into the air. It swooped on the goat exactly as planed and ate it in mid air. Unfortunately for the dragon one of the effects of the poison was paralysis. The other effects were unnecesary because it plummeted thousands of feet to its death. "Well that wasn't so bad" Contract completed Durzo set off back home.
I have to agree with you there. it seems the only person whitelisting is being very immature. This is disappointing. People like SpartanLaser where good whitelisters, that acted mature. And that guy isn't one of them
IGN: Ishmalsmiel
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Grew up around it
Why Us: Skyrim + Minecraft= Boss
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends if i like the server but proberly 4/5 hours a day
IC
Name: Cronic
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Very short with white eyes along with my glorious flowing blonde hair
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A very outgoing person that is an amazing guy to have around the pub to have some drinks in the inn
Occupation: Rouge
Skills: LockPicking
Nickname (Optional): Cronic
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Go on leave me!
Cronic: No man left behind...
Citizen: Im telling you go! You cant see me like this.
Cronic: Like What?
*As the Full emerges it self out of the clouds the citizen begins his transformation*
Citizen: I told you to leave and now I think I`m a little hungry!
Cronic: Dont do this, I don't want to do this!
* Cronic Jumps back as the new firmly transformed werewolf swings at him *
Cronic: I warned you.
*Cronic uses his shout and shoots a wave of arrows at the once before citizen *
Citizen *wounded*: You are a worthy challanger and the one to send me to my death bed but before that give this rose to my wife..ugh.. *cough* ....
Cronic: Very Well.
*Quest Received*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cronic Smeil a Dark Elf in Skyrim mistreated very poorly since Skyrim was founded by nords but no matter what growing up was a problem for little boy Cronic to see this is because of the Brother Hood had always came around back then to take or bless new people into the Brother Hood. This made it very hard to live because some people think that the brotherhood is a disgrace rather then a blessing. Cronic found it the most interesting thing in the world so at age 16 he vouched that he would join the Dark Brother Hood. So he ran away to go to each and every town that was for told that the Brother Hood was there. At age of 18 Cronic officially found the Brother Hood and at that point he thought if he could find the Brother Hood then he is better then them.
In those two long years of his life was his the most important thing in life prov-ailed his dagger. The Dagger that had saved his live of Were Wolfs, Vampires, Imperials, and a baby dragon. Cronic was no longer a little boy yet an adventure-er he looked out for quests in every town he ventured to. Yet where is Cronic now you ask? A town of the Imperials where his life has just begun in Halgen. Cronic was tied up in some Storm Cloak stuff where he was to get his head decapitated yet a dragon had stopped it faith... destiny... what ever it was Cronic's adventure was not complete.
Repost with additional IC info.
OOC
IGN:
SpitFir3Tornado
Age:
12
Role-Play Exp.:
I've roleplayed on Arma 2, Garry's Mod, Blockland and Minecraft many, many times on various themes, and several times TES roleplay on those.
Why Us:
You're the first TES server I've seen and you look very professionally run.
Time You Can Dedicate:
2-3 hours a day and more on the weekends.
IC
Name:
Jayde Alkari (Jay-duh Al-car-ee)
Race:
Khajiit
Gender:
Male
Age:
23
Appearance:
A tall Khajiit man wearing a custom-leather cuirass, worn-hide pants and a pair of Elven boots. A grey hood hangs over his head. He has the Alkari Family Bow, covered in strange engravings of a foreign language on it, and a quiver of ebony arrows. He has a pouch on his side full of alchemy ingredients.
Fears:
Lizards(Including Argonians), Imperials and Dragonborn/Dragons
Personality:
A quirky, funny type of thing. He can be very serious in combat however.
Occupation:
Thief (Possibly Head-Of Thieves Guild if possible?)
Skills:
(Assuming you mean TES Skills...) Archery, Alchemy, Light Armour, Sneak, Lockpick, Speech
Nickname (Optional):
The Con(Among the Public)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jayde walks into the room.
Jayde: Hilga, what's the situation with the Black Briars?
*Hilga shakes her head.
Jayde: What is it?
*Hilga sighs
Hilga: They found our mole and gave him to the guards. He hasn't broken yet, but we need to get him out.
*Jayde pulls out an invisibility potion
Jayde: Well, this will help me.
Hilga: May the Nine Divines be with you, Jayde.
*Jayde grabs some ebony arrows and his Alkari Family Bow and leaves the room.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jayde was born amongst a poor Khajiit farming family. He often found himself brewing potions and using alchemy in his father's study using ingredients he found around the farm. He learned his speech skills from a young age, getting himself out of trouble in various contexts whether it be with the village guards, his parents or other children. He was mischievous in his early ages, sneaking around, stealing various items for his potions. On his 11th birthday his father presented him with a bow, "It was your great great great grandfather's" his father said, "He was a soldier in the Daedric Conflict that ended the 3rd era." Jayde worshipped this bow and practiced with it whenever he wasn't brewing potions in his free time.
At the age of 18, Jayde left his familystead and headed for Skyrim, upon hearing word about the return of the dragons. He spent monthes travelling there and upon arriving, docked in the town of Riften. He got off the boat to see a man standing in an alleyway, who when he walked by called him in. "Hey, you look like you got some sneaky skills, am I right?" said the man. "Ya, I was kind of a legend back in my hometown." Jayde replied. "I'm a recruiter for the thieves guild, come with me." So, this started his new life. Continueing his reputation of thievery, he was inducted into the thieves guild and quickly fit in. His exceptional speech skills earned his the nickname, "The Con" amongst the public. He was that, a con. And he was good at it.
One day while doing his thief thing an imperial battalion rode into town, they stopped at the gates and asked the guards for a man going by "The Con." Jayde was scared to death. He ran into The Ragged Flagoon and warned everyone. The thieves guild went underground for 3 weeks while the imperial battalion was in town. 3 times, they nearly found them, however they were thwarted off by the wannabe-thieves in the sewers. This brought fear into the thieves guild of the imperials, and this is why Jayde fears imperials.
On a dark night, Jayde was dreaming, more like re-living something that happened to him at the age of 13. One day when he was out in the fields shooting his bow, 3 Argonians approached him, they were rough-looking, wearing iron armour and they wielded various iron weapons. They asked him where his father was and he responded "I don't know." He then realized these men were bandits, they were most likely just using that to try and get the location of the farmhouse. They bandits questioned him, "Why don't you know where your father is boy?" Jayde stuttered and said "H-h-he is gon-ne on a tr-trip to t-t-t-own..." The bandits looked at him strangely, then walked away. When they were about 15 yards away, his father called "Jayde! It's time for supper!" Jayde froze. The men turned around and rushed at him. Jayde quickly drew his bow and shot one of his arrows at the argonian's direction. He hit him square in the forehead. Jayde stood there in shock. He'd just killed his first man. He drew another arrow, and shot again. He hit one of the other argonians in the leg. He drew his final arrow, and shot. He hit the third argonian in the hip. The 2 injured argonians ran as fast as they could off into the forest. His father came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Why are you shaking?" He raised his hand, pointed to the Argonian's body and then to the men running into the forest. His father picked him up and ran with him to the house, and this is why Jayde fears Lizards.
An afternoon when Jayde was 16, his father approached him with a book in his hand. He set the book down infront of him on the table and said, "This is the book of the Alkari family. You are 16, and following tradition I thought I'd pass it onto you. When you grow up and have children, you too will pass it on." Jayde opened the book and learned many family secrets, starting with one of his ancestors. He was a dragon-fighter back in the Akaviri lands. He had sailed there from Elsweyr upon his people hearing word of it. He was a dragon fighter, and one day when he was fighting a dragon, he was hit down by the dragon. The dragon shot ice into his face, and eternally froze his body. This man was a legend, and his body was buried, still frozen in a hero's cemetery in the capital of Elsweyr. The second secret he learned was that the bow his father had given him had actually been hand-crafted by this dragon-fighter ancestor of his. The bow was stolen from his body, however later returned all this time, to his Jayde's great great great grandfather. This is why Jayde is fears dragons and the dragonborn, yet is still intrigued due to his family's history with them.
I just realized I started writing this application while this thread was still on the first page and now it's on the 8th page.
Also, the great great great grandfather was just to prove ancestral value and age in the TES.
PS IS THAT ENOUGH DRAGON FOR YOU???
Btw, the bow and the ancestor has something to do with dragons, more than is let on.I hoped to dear god this is a troll app.
http://www.twitter.com/PoopCoolbro/
You judged him on his maturity everywhere. From the IGN, to the backstory. The fact that you don't use capital I's, that you swore at a person, when they just misunderstood the circumstances and that you're signature includes masturbation and a meme doesn't exactly scream maturity. Also, you can base a server on it's moderators. The server is responsible for it's moderators, and you're doing a very bad job at being a moderator. As soon as you're removed from that list, all the respectable people and I will join.e
Every picture is 1,000 words... nice xD
Sorry, but we will have to reject you for spelling Chuck Norris wrong. We don't want to get mixed up with the wrong crowd... YOU DON'T FIND CHUCK NORRIS, HE FINDS YOU!
jk lol...
IGN: Ivenar
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT (really)
Why Us: Skyrim :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours is this server is what im hoping for
IC
Name: Ivenar (same as acc name)
Race: Nord :smile.gif:
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (might i chance it)
Appearance: (Uploading an image about my apperance)
Fears: None but sithis! HAIL SITHIS!
Personality: When silence breaks, Darkness falls Respect no one but Sithis and dark brotherhood and greybeards(really i dont want they use Unrealanting force at me from high hrotgar -.- )
Occupation: Assassin, Good with bows , One handed swords I will try to make poisons with alchemy and i will Mine for some items
Skills: Alchemy , Archery , one handed , Light armor , Smithing, Sneaking
Nickname (Optional): Ivenar -.-
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I cant just give example out of my mind , So i will write real rp i had at minecraft rp server
Me : *Knocks door at dwarwen mines*
Me : Help me! Is there anyone? Help this old human
(x1 and x2 is other players name that i was rping with)
x1 : Ugh you heard that?
x2 : What? no...
x1 : I heard someone
x2 : Lets check it
(then they came near me)
x1 : What do you want? HUman?
Me : Help this old human!Please! I fell to this place when i was travelling to XXXX(dont remember what was citys name but it was human city) It was night, I saw an monster i tried to run back but i fell i couldnt see hole at night!
(they opened door and threw me some bread)
Me : Thank you kind elves!Can you show me way to out and closest inn please?
x2 : Yea fallow me
X2 : *points* Go though that way and you will find inn
Me : Thank you for all help! I will never forget you kind elves that saved my life!
this wasnt good example but to show that im not noob rper , I will say what i know
I wont just freely attack people , I wont grief , I wont rp at OOC chat , I wont metagame , I wont hack , I wont break any rules...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Im not good at backstory.. Last time i tried, It failed . My english is not good enaugh to write backstory :/
IGN:ejk999
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: I have Roleplayed in multiple hardcore communities, am currently on about 5 RP servers right now (not all minecraft), and have had experience with Dungeons and Dragons.
Why Us: I am a Skyrim Addict, cant get the new game, so I am going for the next best thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 5 hours a day, 6 days a week.
IC
Name: Balten S. Melcore
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: http://tiny.cc/murf2 Ignore the Default Ghost, made it myself, the regular skin below it has been updated to have a few torn parts on this clothing and blood/blood stains.
Mental/Physical Hinderance: My character has Schizophrenia
Fears: The fear of being abandoned or powerless, ever.
Personality: He tries to be nice, but sometimes is pushed to the limits and takes advantage of people.
Occupation: Survivalist, Thief, Looter.
Skills: Technical Stuff (I am not sure how Redstone will be incorperated into Skyrim), Bows, Not very good at swords.
Nickname (Optional): TROGDOR, THE BURNINATOR (Homestarrunner.com refference. xD)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Balten: *walks into Tavern*
Selmak: *sees Balten come in*
Balten: *walks over to bar counter, pulling out some money*
Selmak: *gets up and walks over to Balten*
Balten: One Ale please.
Bartendee: Coming up sir.
Selmak: *grabs Balten by the arm and turns him around*
Selmak: Oi, you new in town?
Balten: *suprised* Yeah, just passing through. I was going to find somewhere to spend the night. You?
Selmak: I am a long time resident.
Balten: Oh, good! Is there somewhere that I can sleep?
Selmak: Well, there is a Graveyard just down the road.
Balten: *eyes widen* Um... I would much rather go for a fluffy pillow then a dirt nap...
Bartendee: Here is your drink sir... Its on the house...
Balten: *Takes cup up and realizes its heavier then usual*
Balten: *looks inside and sees a large stone inside along with his ale*
Selmak: Well, how about we go get you checked in.
Balten: Wait a second.
Balten: *raises his cup* Cheers!
Silence...
Balten: *Slams cup into Selmaks Skull*
Selmak: *falls back from the hit*
Balten: *makes a run for the door*
I have an extended version, but this is already pretty long. I can edit and make it the full version if needed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Balten was a pretty average boy. He was son to a feared Raider named "Sacnar, The Ravager". Balten grew up to the age of 5 when his father decided to give his son the first kill. He captured a local child, a girl, and brought her before Balten. With the blade that he had killed so many other with, Sacnar gave Balten the blade and told him to stab the girl. Balten, not knowing what he was doing, said "Yes Daddy" and started trying to pick up the sword. The girl, now scared half to death, was screaming for help. As Balten was about to get a full grip on the sword, an arrow hit his father. With Sacnar injured, he grabbed the blade and sliced the girls head straight off. By that time, they were surrounded. Balten, being a 5 year old, was in the form of a little ball hidden by a bush. He saw his father shot multiple times, and eventually be-headed just like the little girl. Balten fainted from the sight, and was found a few minutes afterwards by the hunters that killed his father. They took him back and thought he was another victim from another village.
They took him in and raised him until he was 13, when he came. A large warrior in armor a shiny as the stars themselves, walked into their fair village. He wore a cape with the hide of a Dragon on it, and was accepted by all the village as a dragon slayer. Balten thought that the dragons were a work of art, rather then deadly animals. In turn, he wanted the cape, and he wanted it badly. In the dead of the night, the cape was stolen, along with the small blade that was in it. After a day of hiding the cape and blade, Balten felt like he could do anything. He had heard of a large mountain where a Dragon laid not far from the town. Taking the blade and the cloak, he went on his journey. It has been 13 years since that day. When Balten had reached there, the Dragon was gone, along with the village. All he knew was burnt to a crisp, shot by arrows, or generally killed. As a wanderer, Balten still walks with that same blade, and the cape, safely hidden.
Also, just a suggestion, in another forum area, they had a Mental/Physical Hinderance option in their applications. So I thought I might be able to add it in. Just an idea.
Don't worry! When I get whitelised, I'll be your friend!
IGN: Ivenar
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A LOT (really)
Why Us: Skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours is this server is what im hoping for
IC
Name: Ivenar (same as acc name)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (might i chance it)
Appearance: (Uploading an image about my apperance)
Fears: None but sithis! HAIL SITHIS!
Personality: When silence breaks, Darkness falls Respect no one but Sithis and dark brotherhood and greybeards(really i dont want they use Unrealanting force at me from high hrotgar -.- )
Occupation: Assassin, Good with bows , One handed swords I will try to make poisons with alchemy and i will Mine for some items
Skills: Alchemy , Archery , one handed , Light armor , Smithing, Sneaking
Nickname (Optional): Ivenar -.-
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I cant just give example out of my mind , So i will write real rp i had at minecraft rp server
Me : *Knocks door at dwarwen mines*
Me : Help me! Is there anyone? Help this old human
(x1 and x2 is other players name that i was rping with)
x1 : Ugh you heard that?
x2 : What? no...
x1 : I heard someone
x2 : Lets check it
(then they came near me)
x1 : What do you want? HUman?
Me : Help this old human!Please! I fell to this place when i was travelling to XXXX(dont remember what was citys name but it was human city) It was night, I saw an monster i tried to run back but i fell i couldnt see hole at night!
(they opened door and threw me some bread)
Me : Thank you kind elves!Can you show me way to out and closest inn please?
x2 : Yea fallow me
X2 : *points* Go though that way and you will find inn
Me : Thank you for all help! I will never forget you kind elves that saved my life!
this wasnt good example but to show that im not noob rper , I will say what i know
I wont just freely attack people , I wont grief , I wont rp at OOC chat , I wont metagame , I wont hack , I wont break any rules...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ugh.. I want to enter server so i give it a try :tongue.gif:
When I was child , Nahwrog found me at streets of Ivarstead... I was only 3 and had no parents. Nahwrog fed me helped me to become man. He was blacksmith.Sometimes i helped him so i had experiance with swords.When i was 12, I looked at stairs at mountain and i asked to Nahwrog "Where this road goes though?" and he said "Tough the High Hrotgar" I asked him about that place and he told me about greybeards and their " Way of the Voice ". I was impressed and i wanted to Go to there but Nahwrog didnt let me to go,He said I need to become 16 to go there. When i become 16 , I was old enaugh to go on my own way, Nahwrog..He was like parent that i didnt had but it was time to me go on my own way.I hunted animals and sold their hides to make some money.
It was time to Climb that mountain and see how is high hrotgar like. I took some food and wood to make a camp at road to that mountain.I climbed as much stairs as i can there was intresting stones have words on them. I read one of them
"Kyne called on Paarthurnax,Who pitied men"
"Together they tought man to use the voice"
"Then dragon war raged , Dragon aganist Tangue"
I made a camp there amd i tried to make fire but it was too cold and windy to make fire but as a Nord i had resistance to Cold so it wasnt hard to sleep there.When it became day, I kept walking and at long last, I reached High Hrotgar. There was Chest and 2 doors..I choosed right door.I saw some old people shouting and a great power... I was impressed of their great power. But they wasnt talking with me.I checked around and found someone who can talk, I asked him about why they dont talk. His asnwer was "Their voice is too strong , They dont want to hurt you" They letted me to stay there for One day. They were kind at me they shared their food with me.I was thinking about asking them to teach their great power to me but i was too young for that might when i get older I can ask them but not now... Then i said bye to them and left their place
I looked at world and tought " Great world of Skyrim awaits ".
As i said im not good at this. I tried my best to enter your great server :tongue.gif:
ACCEPTED
ACCEPTED.
Goal: Revenge. DENIED.
ACCEPTED
Yes, yes it is. ACCEPTED!
I grant you, your ACCEPTANCE!
IGN: TheWholeTaco
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I played on a few RP servers, and a RP game on Warcraft III called Fantasy Life, and most everyone was satisfied with my RPing.
Why Us: I LOVE Skyrim, and to have it in Minecraft as well? That would be amazing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Usually an hour a day, on weekends maybe more.
IC
Name: Talan
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: He is a very skinny man, who is always looking for prey. The hood on his head casts a shadow over his face, he has a Dwarven dagger at his side, and a bow and quiver on his back. His face (when seen) is quite young, besides a scar over his left eye.
Fears: Those with the power of the Thu'um.
Personality: Very shady, and is great at manipulating people to do his will.
Occupation: He is an agent of the Thieves' Guild, mercenary.
Skills: Speech, one-handed, light armor, and archery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
(Adventurer) "I heard you could... 'help' me with something."
(Talan) "Well, it depends. What needs doing and what's the pay?"
(Adventurer) "I'll give you 1000 gold. Now, there's a certain innkeeper who knows something important. I need this information."
(Talan) "Where is this man?"
(Adventurer) "He works at the Winking Skeever in Solitude. If you could get this man to talk, I'll be sure to tell Ulfric of you."
(Talan) "So you're a Stormcloak? Let me guess, a courier who got robbed."
(Stormcloak Courier) "Yes. Noq, the sooner you get this done, the sonner I pay you."
(Imperial Guard) "Hey, you over there!" -looks at Talan- "You're a wanted man!"
(Talan) "By the Nine.... I'll get the job done." -he gets up from the shadowy corner, leaves the inn, and sees a man on a horse- "I need to borrow this." -he jumped onto the horse, puched the man in the face, and rode off-
A few days later...
(Talan) "Look, tell me what I need to know, and you live." -he presses dagger harder on the innkeeper's throat-
(Innkeeper) -he looks up at Talan and smiles, mischeviously- "The letter is already in The General's hands."
(Talan) "Thank you sir." -he slides the knife across the innkeeper's throat- "See you in Oblivion."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Talan grew up in Ivarstead, his father being a hunter, and his mother a Stormcloak soldier. His life was pretty much perfect until he was 15 years old. On his birthday, Thalmor Inquisitiaries came to the peaceful town and took his parents. They took them into a carriage, and rode off towards Cyrodil. Talan was horrorstruck, and tracked them down to Riften. During his stay, a thief tried to rob him. Talan grabbed his hand, twisted it, and impaled it with his dagger. The thief saw his potential as a thief, and begged him to let him live, and to join the Guild. Talan joined, for he knew his parents were dead. They tried to escape the Thalmor, and were killed. He saw their bodies on the side of the road.
The lost boy grew up to be an excellent thief, and rose in the ranks of the Guild quickly. Soon he became the primary choice for those needing help, and became rich with the payments. Whenever he saw a Thalmor, the pointy-eared b*****d fell to the ground, an arrow through its skull. Eventually, he became a wanderer of Skyrim, doing the tasks of the highest bidder. He had no side in the war, he killed both Imperials and Stormcloaks. His works brought him to nearly every city and town, sometimes even outside of Skyrim. On one of his journeys, he saw a rich looking warrior walking alone through the woods. He went to rob him, but the mysterious man was too strong. As Talan ran up, the man Shouted, and Talan flew back off the road and into a river. On his way down, a sharp rock fell, and cut his eye.
Thanks to the new info of this taking place 20 years after Alduin's death, that makes Talan seven when the Thalmor take his parents. That's one boss 7-yr old.