IGN: artcwolfman
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: a few other servers
Why Us: LOVE skrim and minecraft
Time You Can Dedicate: few hours a day. more on weekends
IC
Name: Klyde
Race: Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age: 24
Appearance: cat like with leather armor and green trim
Fears: guards, laws, bounty hunters
Personality:sly, mischievous, sneaky
Occupation: thief
Skills: stealth, lockpicking, pickpocketing
Nickname (Optional): wolf
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"What have you got for sale?" "Oh, you know. A bit of this and a bit of that."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in Helgen, Klyde always wanted to be a scholar. Unfourtunatly, his family could not afford an education. So, he had to work at inn most of his childhood.
His father was associated with the thieves guild and his mother worked at brothel. They were rarely home. When they were gone he would pick up bad habits from the streets. Stealing, pickpocketing, and hiding were the main few crimes. He also stole horses for money.
When a dragon attacked Helgen he was forced from his home and now has to live of of what he knows best.
Work on the Rp example make it more indepth what was he selling? and your Background was too short Just fix theses and you'll get accepted. Denied Sorry I didn't see you were already answered
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Gale:"Scum."
Bandit:"Who are you?!" (All of his other comrades are impaled with arrows)
Gale:"A nobody. That is all you need to know" Shoots the bandit straight between the eyes.
Companion:"Wow, good shot my friend."
Gale:Nods, and walks away.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
Hopefully this is better. :biggrin.gif:
P.S Please read carefully. Some things that may not make sense such as: A young one surviving even though his parents didn't, are explained if you read carefully.
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Gale:"Scum."
Bandit:"Who are you?!" (All of his other comrades are impaled with arrows)
Gale:"A nobody. That is all you need to know" Shoots the bandit straight between the eyes.
Companion:"Wow, good shot my friend."
Gale:Nods, and walks away.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
Hopefully this is better. :biggrin.gif:
I like your backstory, but your Roleplay example needs some definite expansion. Denied, but please do try again.
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved. Doesn't like to talk too much.
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
On the road, leaving Whiterun with a companion.
Companion:"Where are we heading off to my friend."
Gale:"I'm not certain."
C:"What was your purpose for bringing me?!"
G:"I may need assistance."
C:"Aye, these lands are dangerous these days, With them dragons and all."
C:"So...What do you do?"
G:"I am an archer."
C:"Archer eh? How good are you with that bow of yours?"
G:"Better than most."
C:"Oh really? Shoot that bird o'er there." The bird is perched on a faraway tree.
G:Raises his bow, and shoots. It hits the bird's wing. Impaling it to the tree.
C:"..." Mouth wide open
G:Nods. "Let us be off."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved. Doesn't like to talk too much.
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
On the road, leaving Whiterun with a companion.
Companion:"Where are we heading off to my friend."
Gale:"I'm not certain."
C:"What was your purpose for bringing me?!"
G:"I may need assistance."
C:"Aye, these lands are dangerous these days, With them dragons and all."
C:"So...What do you do?"
G:"I am an archer."
C:"Archer eh? How good are you with that bow of yours?"
G:"Better than most."
C:"Oh really? Shoot that bird o'er there." The bird is perched on a faraway tree.
G:Raises his bow, and shoots. It hits the bird's wing. Impaling it to the tree.
C:"..." Mouth wide open
G:Nods. "Let us be off."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
IGN: Desires
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: I have been roleplaying for almost 10 years I suppose?
Why Us: I am looking for a new home, a place where I perhaps can act like an NPC, or a modern day person with minor excitments.
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 5 hours a week. Sorry, right now my job is kicking my butt.
IC
Name: Claire Hertfon
Race: Nord (Human.) Vampire
Gender: Female
Age: ???
Appearance: Her light pale skin complimenting her pure white dress. Her midnight black hair flowing down the lowerback. Her eyes of a sea blue and royal purple. A 5'9" height, with well treated nails, a gentle mature face.
Fears: ???
Personality: She has split personalities, three in fact. One goes by Kitty, an immature childish girl who is oblivious of things around her. Berserk, an insanity persona who goes on murderous rampages if something provokes her insanity. Claire, a mature adult who is welcoming, a personality split down the middle between Kitty and Berserk.
Occupation: Hopefully a shoprunner, or perhaps a farmer.
Skills: Daggers and two-handed great axes. A good crafter, since she is a survivor, she knows herbs to tend to justly wounds. Loves to cook.
Nickname (Optional): Kitty, Berserk or Claire.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Kitty looks at the new arrivals that guided themselves into her shop, her eyes wide with curiosity, " Yo!" She shouted with a grin, a fang bare. " Enjoy your looky looky, yus!" She purred gently, before turning her head away.
Berserk, drenched in fresh crimson drippings. Her eyes crazed with an almost innocent smile with a tongue licking along the top of her lip to taste the treat. Her hands tightening along the daggers, observing her hectic surroundings.
Claire with a gentle hand resting on her cheek, smiled at the travelers that came in. "Nasty day, ain't it?.. The rain, that is." She laughed under her breath. "Make yourself at home.."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Claire comes off as shy, thought her history seems to be a deeper mystery than what she puts off. Her gentle smile, though her offset eyes. Her kind personality, though the sharp fangs? How did it all begin?
It all started when she was a child, she grew up in a happy home with only a mother, though that mother was caring! Teaching her how to write, and cook, to fend for herself as their humble family lived in a forest off in no-where. Though what made the family unique was that they never traveled outside in the morning, and the windows were tinted with a dark coat. The mother was known by the nearby village, as almost a motherly figure until a white robed man with silver crosses entered the home speaking of dark taint. They pointed they boney fingers at Claire's mother, saying the wife and child would bring plague to the homes.
Enraged, and blinded by the "holy" men, they capture Claire's mother and burned her in front of Claire where from then, it awoken seemed like a Pandora's box, flinging Claire in Berserk she drew her fangs and ripped out the throat of a nearby villager. Due to her young age and fragile body, the guards captured her and placed her in jail for a lifetime, but as they died and their children died Claire lived, seeming to be rotting away in the jail cell - turning into skin and bones until the village was burnt down from the conquering kingdoms, where she managed to escape.
Now with the appearance of an adult, but centuries have passed, she lives through her life as her mother tried to set for her.
IGN: Desires
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: I have been roleplaying for almost 10 years I suppose?
Why Us: I am looking for a new home, a place where I perhaps can act like an NPC, or a modern day person with minor excitments.
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 5 hours a week. Sorry, right now my job is kicking my butt.
IC
Name: Claire Hertfon
Race: Nord (Human.) Vampire
Gender: Female
Age: ???
Appearance: Her light pale skin complimenting her pure white dress. Her midnight black hair flowing down the lowerback. Her eyes of a sea blue and royal purple. A 5'9" height, with well treated nails, a gentle mature face.
Fears: ???
Personality: She has split personalities, three in fact. One goes by Kitty, an immature childish girl who is oblivious of things around her. Berserk, an insanity persona who goes on murderous rampages if something provokes her insanity. Claire, a mature adult who is welcoming, a personality split down the middle between Kitty and Berserk.
Occupation: Hopefully a shoprunner, or perhaps a farmer.
Skills: Daggers and two-handed great axes. A good crafter, since she is a survivor, she knows herbs to tend to justly wounds. Loves to cook.
Nickname (Optional): Kitty, Berserk or Claire.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Kitty looks at the new arrivals that guided themselves into her shop, her eyes wide with curiosity, " Yo!" She shouted with a grin, a fang bare. " Enjoy your looky looky, yus!" She purred gently, before turning her head away.
Berserk, drenched in fresh crimson drippings. Her eyes crazed with an almost innocent smile with a tongue licking along the top of her lip to taste the treat. Her hands tightening along the daggers, observing her hectic surroundings.
Claire with a gentle hand resting on her cheek, smiled at the travelers that came in. "Nasty day, ain't it?.. The rain, that is." She laughed under her breath. "Make yourself at home.."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Claire comes off as shy, thought her history seems to be a deeper mystery than what she puts off. Her gentle smile, though her offset eyes. Her kind personality, though the sharp fangs? How did it all begin?
It all started when she was a child, she grew up in a happy home with only a mother, though that mother was caring! Teaching her how to write, and cook, to fend for herself as their humble family lived in a forest off in no-where. Though what made the family unique was that they never traveled outside in the morning, and the windows were tinted with a dark coat. The mother was known by the nearby village, as almost a motherly figure until a white robed man with silver crosses entered the home speaking of dark taint. They pointed they boney fingers at Claire's mother, saying the wife and child would bring plague to the homes.
Enraged, and blinded by the "holy" men, they capture Claire's mother and burned her in front of Claire where from then, it awoken seemed like a Pandora's box, flinging Claire in Berserk she drew her fangs and ripped out the throat of a nearby villager. Due to her young age and fragile body, the guards captured her and placed her in jail for a lifetime, but as they died and their children died Claire lived, seeming to be rotting away in the jail cell - turning into skin and bones until the village was burnt down from the conquering kingdoms, where she managed to escape.
Now with the appearance of an adult, but centuries have passed, she lives through her life as her mother tried to set for her.
I'm gonna have to say Denied Because if Claire was made a Vampire when she was young you would know here age then just add the years she was alive and even Vampires have fears but other than those Great Application also you can't get on it any longer than 5hrs a week?
IGN: Dizzy2345
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I love RP servers and play on them a lot (if not always)!
Why Us: I love minecraft and I love skyrim. My favorite computer games...Together...WHY NOT?
Time You Can Dedicate: Get home, do homework, then the rest of the time is mine (normally)
IC
Name: Rogget Fillingham
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Brown hair, slight beard, Buff, One yellow eye, on green eye,
Fears: Spiders
Personality: Nice, tough, Friendly, I can be angry in battles, I can rage, but I can also help out when needed.
Occupation: Warrior
Skills: Fighting, Intellect, Cleverness
Nickname (Optional): Rog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (ME)"SOLDIER, GET TO THE TOWER!" (Soldier)"YES SIR!" (Me) "AGH! IT'S COMING!" *shoots ice shard at the dragon* (Me) "Yea! Alright! I got the dragon!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was 14 when I started my studies as a mage. My whole family wanted me to be one. I wanted to handle a sword. I was 17 and I was a pro at being a mage, but during those years, I had taken secret sword classes. I am a pro at swords AND magicka. I was told by the elders that when combined, those two attacks would make me very powerful. They were right. I'm 20 and I am on the road to become a Warrior for Whiterun. I own a home in the city, and the guards are on high alert. I don't know why. Two years later, I found out why. A massive dragon swooped down and took a man. One of the higher ranked warriors commanded us to fight. We did. We killed the dragon. I approached the corpse, then something happened. The soul came into me, I devoured it. I am 25 years now and I can shout. For every dragon I slay, I learn a new shout. I am Rogget Fillingham.
I'm gonna have to say Denied Because if Claire was made a Vampire when she was young you would know here age then just add the years she was alive and even Vampires have fears but other than those Great Application also you can't get on it any longer than 5hrs a week?
I very well know her age, I put the ??? there to prevent metagaming. She's 244 years old. I know she has fears. Her fears might be broad due to her multiple personalities. Kitty is hates water, and of course the sunlight.. Berserk is afraid of her "family" to disapear and Claire has general fears like pitch darkness and death.
I can get on more than 5 hours a week,just the minimum is 5.
Will there be some kind of system or plugin put in for magic? I know we have alchemy and enchanting but will we get anything for other schools or will it be strictly rp
IGN: Dizzy2345
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I love RP servers and play on them a lot (if not always)!
Why Us: I love minecraft and I love skyrim. My favorite computer games...Together...WHY NOT?
Time You Can Dedicate: Get home, do homework, then the rest of the time is mine (normally)
IC
Name: Rogget Fillingham
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Brown hair, slight beard, Buff, One yellow eye, on green eye,
Fears: Spiders
Personality: Nice, tough, Friendly, I can be angry in battles, I can rage, but I can also help out when needed.
Occupation: Warrior
Skills: Fighting, Intellect, Cleverness
Nickname (Optional): Rog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (ME)"SOLDIER, GET TO THE TOWER!" (Soldier)"YES SIR!" (Me) "AGH! IT'S COMING!" *shoots ice shard at the dragon* (Me) "Yea! Alright! I got the dragon!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was 14 when I started my studies as a mage. My whole family wanted me to be one. I wanted to handle a sword. I was 17 and I was a pro at being a mage, but during those years, I had taken secret sword classes. I am a pro at swords AND magicka. I was told by the elders that when combined, those two attacks would make me very powerful. They were right. I'm 20 and I am on the road to become a Warrior for Whiterun. I own a home in the city, and the guards are on high alert. I don't know why. Two years later, I found out why. A massive dragon swooped down and took a man. One of the higher ranked warriors commanded us to fight. We did. We killed the dragon. I approached the corpse, then something happened. The soul came into me, I devoured it. I am 25 years now and I can shout. For every dragon I slay, I learn a new shout. I am Rogget Fillingham.
Denied Your Rp Example needs to be more in depth a Dragon won't die with one Ice Shard attack unless you were attacking it before, Your Background should be redone when it says "I wanted to handle a swotd" but like "But I wanted to learn the way to fight with a sword" and I don't think you can be a Dovahkiin in this server and I don't believe you can Master Magicka in 3 years.
I very well know her age, I put the ??? there to prevent metagaming. She's 244 years old. I know she has fears. Her fears might be broad due to her multiple personalities. Kitty is hates water, and of course the sunlight.. Berserk is afraid of her "family" to disapear and Claire has general fears like pitch darkness and death.
I can get on more than 5 hours a week,just the minimum is 5.
Telling your age here isn't Metagaming unless other player use it in game to say your a Vampire. and there you go put all fears you want your character or in this case Characters want to have. Accepted
OOC
IGN:Vavlux
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Where to start.....
Why Us: The question is... Why NOT you?
Time You Can Dedicate: Mostly Weekends sometimes weekdays
IC
Name:Vavux
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Dark,Unknown To Most,
Fears:I Shall Not Disclose That Info In Public
Personality: PLAYA
Occupation: Mecenary
Skills: You Name It I Got It, But Mostly Fighting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*General* Vavlux, we need your expertece on a mission. *me* hmph just give me the target and I'll handle it. *General* Im afraid it won't be that easy... we need you to wipe out multiple enemies. The targets will all be in the same place about noon tomorro. You will have you chance then. Good Luck!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Vavlux, one well known mercenary throughout the land. Though expensive, he is the best of the best. His name is known... and well feared at that. But no one really knows much about him. His expertece is undefeatable, his name is feared, his blade is deadlier than death himself. Good Luck Killing This One!sorry for bad spelling
OOC
IGN:Vavlux
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Where to start.....
Why Us: The question is... Why NOT you?
Time You Can Dedicate: Mostly Weekends sometimes weekdays
IC
Name:Vavux
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Dark,Unknown To Most,
Fears:I Shall Not Disclose That Info In Public
Personality: PLAYA
Occupation: Mecenary
Skills: You Name It I Got It, But Mostly Fighting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*General* Vavlux, we need your expertece on a mission. *me* hmph just give me the target and I'll handle it. *General* Im afraid it won't be that easy... we need you to wipe out multiple enemies. The targets will all be in the same place about noon tomorro. You will have you chance then. Good Luck!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Vavlux, one well known mercenary throughout the land. Though expensive, he is the best of the best. His name is known... and well feared at that. But no one really knows much about him. His expertece is undefeatable, his name is feared, his blade is deadlier than death himself. Good Luck Killing This One!
sorry for bad spelling
Denied Have you ever played Skyrim or any Elder scrolls game? Have you any Roleplaying Experience? There is 4 Human Races (Imperials,Nords,Bretons,Redguards),You need to at least have a better appearance (Hair,eye color) "PLAYA" is not consider a personality, You need to work on your spelling you even spelled your name wrong,Why did you realy choose this wonderful server? And redo your Rp Example and Background to be more Skyrim like.
Work on the Rp example make it more indepth what was he selling? and your Background was too short Just fix theses and you'll get accepted. Denied Sorry I didn't see you were already answered
OOC
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Gale:"Scum."
Bandit:"Who are you?!" (All of his other comrades are impaled with arrows)
Gale:"A nobody. That is all you need to know" Shoots the bandit straight between the eyes.
Companion:"Wow, good shot my friend."
Gale:Nods, and walks away.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
Hopefully this is better. :biggrin.gif:
P.S Please read carefully. Some things that may not make sense such as: A young one surviving even though his parents didn't, are explained if you read carefully.
I like your backstory, but your Roleplay example needs some definite expansion. Denied, but please do try again.
OOC
IGN:Wes312
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played pretty much a lot of Oblivion, Final Fantasy and mah favorite: Chrono Trigger.
Why Us: Im interested in Skyrim and Minecraft so uhh yeah.
Time You Can Dedicate: After careful examination, I will probably be able to play at least 1 hr each day in the afternoon. Maybe more on weekends.
IC
Name:Gale
Race:Bosmer (Wood elf)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:Wears a hood, and is usually either blue or green.
Fears:Giant's clubs.
Personality:Quiet and reserved. Doesn't like to talk too much.
Occupation:Archer and part-time smith.
Skills:Archery, Smithing, Little bit of one-handed, light-armor, sneak.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
On the road, leaving Whiterun with a companion.
Companion:"Where are we heading off to my friend."
Gale:"I'm not certain."
C:"What was your purpose for bringing me?!"
G:"I may need assistance."
C:"Aye, these lands are dangerous these days, With them dragons and all."
C:"So...What do you do?"
G:"I am an archer."
C:"Archer eh? How good are you with that bow of yours?"
G:"Better than most."
C:"Oh really? Shoot that bird o'er there." The bird is perched on a faraway tree.
G:Raises his bow, and shoots. It hits the bird's wing. Impaling it to the tree.
C:"..." Mouth wide open
G:Nods. "Let us be off."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born into a noble family of the Aldmeri Dominion, Gale witnessed the cruelty of his kin towards the humans. Ever since childhood, he wished to defend the helpless humans against the Dominion. Gale never really did like his family. They seemed cowardly to him. With no spirit. He felt as if he was not in the right place, not doing the things he wanted to do. Like most of his kin he was trained to become a master bowman since birth. He was disciplined by the strongest warriors of the Bosmers, and his personality started matching theirs. By the time he was 15 he was one of the highest regarded archers of the Bosmers.
Gale was always looking for a chance to run away. He got the chance when he was 16 when he and his family were on the way to Helgen for a diplomatic mission. He and his family were around the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, when they were ambushed by a group lowly bandits. His family, with no combat experience, were quickly slain and he was the only one left. Gale, with ease, was able to slay all of the bandit scum with his bow, and saw this as the perfect chance to run. To the rest of the world, Gale's family had just vanished. To Gale, this was the beginning of a new life. He entered Skyrim, and is now wandering the lands, visiting towns, and aiding any innocent people from the harrassment of the Dominion.
Alright, you got my vote, Accepted
IGN: Desires
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: I have been roleplaying for almost 10 years I suppose?
Why Us: I am looking for a new home, a place where I perhaps can act like an NPC, or a modern day person with minor excitments.
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 5 hours a week. Sorry, right now my job is kicking my butt.
IC
Name: Claire Hertfon
Race: Nord (Human.) Vampire
Gender: Female
Age: ???
Appearance: Her light pale skin complimenting her pure white dress. Her midnight black hair flowing down the lowerback. Her eyes of a sea blue and royal purple. A 5'9" height, with well treated nails, a gentle mature face.
Fears: ???
Personality: She has split personalities, three in fact. One goes by Kitty, an immature childish girl who is oblivious of things around her. Berserk, an insanity persona who goes on murderous rampages if something provokes her insanity. Claire, a mature adult who is welcoming, a personality split down the middle between Kitty and Berserk.
Occupation: Hopefully a shoprunner, or perhaps a farmer.
Skills: Daggers and two-handed great axes. A good crafter, since she is a survivor, she knows herbs to tend to justly wounds. Loves to cook.
Nickname (Optional): Kitty, Berserk or Claire.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Kitty looks at the new arrivals that guided themselves into her shop, her eyes wide with curiosity, " Yo!" She shouted with a grin, a fang bare. " Enjoy your looky looky, yus!" She purred gently, before turning her head away.
Berserk, drenched in fresh crimson drippings. Her eyes crazed with an almost innocent smile with a tongue licking along the top of her lip to taste the treat. Her hands tightening along the daggers, observing her hectic surroundings.
Claire with a gentle hand resting on her cheek, smiled at the travelers that came in. "Nasty day, ain't it?.. The rain, that is." She laughed under her breath. "Make yourself at home.."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Claire comes off as shy, thought her history seems to be a deeper mystery than what she puts off. Her gentle smile, though her offset eyes. Her kind personality, though the sharp fangs? How did it all begin?
It all started when she was a child, she grew up in a happy home with only a mother, though that mother was caring! Teaching her how to write, and cook, to fend for herself as their humble family lived in a forest off in no-where. Though what made the family unique was that they never traveled outside in the morning, and the windows were tinted with a dark coat. The mother was known by the nearby village, as almost a motherly figure until a white robed man with silver crosses entered the home speaking of dark taint. They pointed they boney fingers at Claire's mother, saying the wife and child would bring plague to the homes.
Enraged, and blinded by the "holy" men, they capture Claire's mother and burned her in front of Claire where from then, it awoken seemed like a Pandora's box, flinging Claire in Berserk she drew her fangs and ripped out the throat of a nearby villager. Due to her young age and fragile body, the guards captured her and placed her in jail for a lifetime, but as they died and their children died Claire lived, seeming to be rotting away in the jail cell - turning into skin and bones until the village was burnt down from the conquering kingdoms, where she managed to escape.
Now with the appearance of an adult, but centuries have passed, she lives through her life as her mother tried to set for her.
I'm gonna have to say Denied Because if Claire was made a Vampire when she was young you would know here age then just add the years she was alive and even Vampires have fears but other than those Great Application also you can't get on it any longer than 5hrs a week?
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I love RP servers and play on them a lot (if not always)!
Why Us: I love minecraft and I love skyrim. My favorite computer games...Together...WHY NOT?
Time You Can Dedicate: Get home, do homework, then the rest of the time is mine (normally)
IC
Name: Rogget Fillingham
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Brown hair, slight beard, Buff, One yellow eye, on green eye,
Fears: Spiders
Personality: Nice, tough, Friendly, I can be angry in battles, I can rage, but I can also help out when needed.
Occupation: Warrior
Skills: Fighting, Intellect, Cleverness
Nickname (Optional): Rog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (ME)"SOLDIER, GET TO THE TOWER!" (Soldier)"YES SIR!" (Me) "AGH! IT'S COMING!" *shoots ice shard at the dragon* (Me) "Yea! Alright! I got the dragon!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was 14 when I started my studies as a mage. My whole family wanted me to be one. I wanted to handle a sword. I was 17 and I was a pro at being a mage, but during those years, I had taken secret sword classes. I am a pro at swords AND magicka. I was told by the elders that when combined, those two attacks would make me very powerful. They were right. I'm 20 and I am on the road to become a Warrior for Whiterun. I own a home in the city, and the guards are on high alert. I don't know why. Two years later, I found out why. A massive dragon swooped down and took a man. One of the higher ranked warriors commanded us to fight. We did. We killed the dragon. I approached the corpse, then something happened. The soul came into me, I devoured it. I am 25 years now and I can shout. For every dragon I slay, I learn a new shout. I am Rogget Fillingham.
I very well know her age, I put the ??? there to prevent metagaming. She's 244 years old. I know she has fears. Her fears might be broad due to her multiple personalities. Kitty is hates water, and of course the sunlight.. Berserk is afraid of her "family" to disapear and Claire has general fears like pitch darkness and death.
I can get on more than 5 hours a week,just the minimum is 5.
Denied Your Rp Example needs to be more in depth a Dragon won't die with one Ice Shard attack unless you were attacking it before, Your Background should be redone when it says "I wanted to handle a swotd" but like "But I wanted to learn the way to fight with a sword" and I don't think you can be a Dovahkiin in this server and I don't believe you can Master Magicka in 3 years.
Telling your age here isn't Metagaming unless other player use it in game to say your a Vampire. and there you go put all fears you want your character or in this case Characters want to have. Accepted
In Character and Out Of Character
IGN:Vavlux
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Where to start.....
Why Us: The question is... Why NOT you?
Time You Can Dedicate: Mostly Weekends sometimes weekdays
IC
Name:Vavux
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Dark,Unknown To Most,
Fears:I Shall Not Disclose That Info In Public
Personality: PLAYA
Occupation: Mecenary
Skills: You Name It I Got It, But Mostly Fighting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*General* Vavlux, we need your expertece on a mission. *me* hmph just give me the target and I'll handle it. *General* Im afraid it won't be that easy... we need you to wipe out multiple enemies. The targets will all be in the same place about noon tomorro. You will have you chance then. Good Luck!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Vavlux, one well known mercenary throughout the land. Though expensive, he is the best of the best. His name is known... and well feared at that. But no one really knows much about him. His expertece is undefeatable, his name is feared, his blade is deadlier than death himself. Good Luck Killing This One!sorry for bad spelling
Denied Have you ever played Skyrim or any Elder scrolls game? Have you any Roleplaying Experience? There is 4 Human Races (Imperials,Nords,Bretons,Redguards),You need to at least have a better appearance (Hair,eye color) "PLAYA" is not consider a personality, You need to work on your spelling you even spelled your name wrong,Why did you realy choose this wonderful server? And redo your Rp Example and Background to be more Skyrim like.
ALL OF MY HOW AND WHY AND MY LIFE.