OOC
IGN: hntr9764
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Atleast 10-15 other rp servers including fallout roleplay servers
Why Us: Seeing as I have beaten skyrim and gotten alot of shouts, well needless to say i am bored of it and seeing these two great games combined, i really want to play on it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends: 8 Am EST to 12Am EST (i wont be on continuously of course) Weekdays 4Pm EST 9Pm EST
IC
Name: Isthmael
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Caucasian male with cropped auburn hair. A beard the same color as his hair. A brown jacket with a strap going across his chest, brown pants and gray moccasins.
Fears: The ongoing war and the impending fate of his small cottage in the countryside.
Personality: A normally quiet, peaceful man that hunts and chops wood for the nearby villages.
Occupation: Hunter and Woodcutter.
Skills: Great with a sword and bow. Farms and tends to nature for healing and alchemic reasons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The wind whistled through the cracks in the wood as I gathered the makeshift woolen quilt around my shivering form. It was a cold early morning of the fridgid winter that started too early. In the distance i heard a cow mooing jerking my dog awake. He barked.
WOOF!
"Shhh," I told the mutt.
Footsteps echoed through the emptiness of the home. Voices sounded off into the chill air.
"Look,"I heard a voice whispering," The village isn't far, we'll just sneak in to her house and just take her back to the fort."
They were talking about the inkeeper from the small village nearby. It was probably best to lay low for now. The footsteps faded into the darkness. I got up and got dressed. My sword lay on the table on the other side of the room. I walked over and grabbed it as I walked out of the door.
Thump!
Hours later i awoke to the sound of laughter and clinking tankards. My eyes were slowly adjuting to the semi-darkness surrounding my cage that I was now in. Bandits looked in.
"Well, look whos awake now," they said.
One ting was for sure, I had to get out of here.
Background:
I grew up in the small town of Riverwood, under the rule of Jarl Bulgruf, we had a very lenient life. The summers were warm and the winters cold. This was long before the war had started and the Nords lived in peace with each other. My closet friend was Alvor. We both grew up there together until I moved with my uncle and sister to Riften. There I lived for the next 7 years until i moved out at age 22. I moved outside of Riverwood for years and stayed solitary for at least 3 years.
One day i came across a cavern wth a purple gem in it. It had mystical properties which made it slighty hum with an aura of mystery and magic. I brought it to my uncle in Riften who said that the only way i could have obtained it was by stealing it. I argued and argued yet he made me go to the Ratway for interrogation. As i was lead their by guards, I broke free and ran as fast as possible out of the city. After I got home, I gathered my things and moved again. This time I was to live near Solitude, under the protection of the Imperial Army. This way I wouldn't be found. This way i was safe. This way, I would live to see the next day.
Hope it was good enough. If not, let me know I am writing my own book so I need constructive criticism. Thanks.
I'm so bored that boredness got bored of watching me be bored while boring itself into boreness. Boring bob is not as bored as me, even though boring bob himself is boring bored gods into bored bornedness. I am so bored bored blobs bore themselves into bore hell from boredness of watching me be bored.
And thats how bored I am when the server isn't up on a weekend where there is nothing to do. Please put the server up soon.
Why am i being skipped, i have posted my app on this forum twice do to it being skipped and sent it to 2 whitlisters and neither have replied to it.............
REPOSTED DUE TO SKIPPING
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: about as much as you can get without going out in real life and larping
Why Us: Well, you the first person I saw. Plus you seem to be well organized, and seem promising.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate a good 3-4 hours a day or more.
IC
Name: Brock Bruntingham
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance: Steel armor, tall, and muscular. Has short brown hair, and brown eyes
Fears: giants, and mammoths as well as deadric princes
Personality: Upbeat, cheery, but usually serious when prompted. He is also deceptive at times
Occupation: Blacksmith (when not adventuring)
Skills: One handed, smithing, light armor, archery
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Bandit: well, well, look what we have here. An adventurer who has wandered into the wrong part of Skyrim!
Me: Come on now, I’m not look for any trouble, let me pass if you know what’s good for you.
Bandit: Trouble you have found, even if you were not looking for it. Now what do you think of my tent, maybe I should paint it red?
Me: you just made a big mistake, –unsheathes swords- I’m going to enjoy killing you bandits! –slices ones head off the counters another’s attack, killing him. The last bandit slices my leg as I jab my sword into his neck-
Me: AGH! Let’s hope these bandits have a horse and some bandages……..
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs:
Due to a small plaque, Brock lost his parents at age 12, and was sent to a horrible orphanage in Rifton. The Toll he took from his parents death was devastating, he barley talked for a month. Not to mention how abusive the orphanage was, some say the caretakers even killed a child! Despite what could happen to him, Brock snuck out once a week and went on small adventures. At age 16 Brock snuck out of the orphanage for the last time. He was planning on using his secret stash of septum to buy a house in Windhelm's Grey Quarter. Although he was very upset at the fact he will be leaving his friends to deal with constant abuse, he knew that he needed to make a better life for himself; it’s what his parents would want.
By the time brock turned 21 he went on big adventures, went through ancient dwarven cities and nord burial grounds. When he wasn’t adventuring, he had booming business in blacksmithing. He had a large amount of money and decided he needed to get out of Windhelm. He didn’t practically like his neighbors, or the area he lived in. He decided to head out for Solitude. Half way through the journey he was jumped by bandits, and lost all of his septums and was homeless. He knew at this point a house in solitude would not happen and set out for Markarth. Maybe a generous person would buy him a small room. This did indeed happen, and by age 22 he almost had the same amount of money as he originally did. One more adventure and he figured he find enough to buy his house in solitude. However as he was about to head out he heard of the return of the dragons, and was very, very worried. He knew with this big event in the land of Skyrim would come greater adventures then he would ever imagine.
IGN:Nexeoes
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Just about every roleplaying game out there, Skyrim FTW!!!!!!!,oblivion,Nass effect 1,2,3 Uncharted 1,2,3.
Why Us:Because i love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate:6 hours everyday possible
IC
Name:Sejuani_The_Frozen_Wanderer
Race:Nord
Gender:Female
Age:19
Appearance:A Viking like style helmet with minimal leather armor.She rides around i Wild boar with a Mace and a Shield in her hands.
Fears:Dieing before makeing her ancestors proud.
Personality:Warrior like always running into battle first with nointention of dieing.
Occupation:Bounty Hunter
Skills:Skilled in 1 handed weapons and shields
Nickname (Optional):Sejuani_The_Frozen_Wanderer
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Father:Sejuani come to me my child...
Sejuani:Yes father..
Father:My child you are to leave this land..You can not get any more suitible training from me
Sejuani:but father..
Father:No my child you must..Iknow your dreams i know what you must do..
Father:You must bring together the tribes and stop the ancient evil from ariseing.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
When Sejuani was born, the mystics of her tribe foretold that she would be the one to unite and lead the divided territories of Freljord. Her people had suffered for centuries, as a losing war on the frozen tundra pushed them farther and farther from Freljord's limited food supplies. Sejuani grew up surrounded by this misery, and it fueled her desire to fulfill her destiny. She pushed herself to extremes, walking out into blizzards without food or furs and training while frigid winds raked her flesh. She sparred with the strongest warriors of her tribe, one after another, until her legs would give out beneath her. She sustained injuries that would have killed any other member of the tribe, but she would only rise again, driven by sheer force of will and what her tribe took to calling her "heart of the blizzard."Once Sejuani left for the existing tribes she found them.She made peace with the second to last tribe,and then set off once more.She found the last tribe but he father warned her to be careful,that this tribe is known for trickery.She reassured him that she would be fine.She made it to the the small town with what seemed like a welcomeing party,Their leader greeted her with the Finest Wine from the region.She stayed there and talked for awhile then she started to get very sleepy....
She awake to a boat hitting the side of cliffs.She quickly looked up with a massive headache.She looked all around her but didnt find any sight of land except the rocks her boat hit.She wasnt much of a explorer without a map.So was a hunter so she ripped apart a little of the boat and made a spear.She dived in the water and caught a few fish.Evenally she saw land,but it wasnt of her own....Huge mountains filled with snow at the top massive trees.Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a few people fighting a huge monster on the beach,It had wings the span of the boat,Teeth sharper then her spear and eyes as red as lava.She quickly jumped out and swam to fight the beast with the people.
[kinda went braindead here :/]
She finally defeated the beast with the other people.They introduced themselves and they started explaining what that was and where they are.They made it to a City called WhiteRun.They gave her a small coinpurse and sent her to the Inn where she now will have to do anything to try and survive in this new hostile land....
Edited
Lmao ill just say Fus Ro Dah since what i had before was funnier
Denied. Your backstory isn't good your occupation can't be bounty hunter. Also your making your character seem as if they are the best fighter which we deny in apps now.
IGN: smashpanzer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim,wow,and other games like that
Why Us: I LOVED skyrim and want to try out this server
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day
IC
Name: Zachary Waker
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'11, Medium build,dark hair,silver eyes.
Fears: Fear of flight, and heights.
Personality: Cautious, protective of friends and family.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Skills: Good with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Sir! I need your help my son has been kidnapped by bandits!
Me: Calm down sir and tell me where they went.
Citizen: They took him up the mountain.
Me:Mmm...mountain?!
Citizen Yes. But that's not a problem for a young adventurer like yourself right?
Me:....No....You will be re united with your son before you know it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) As a baby Zachary was abandoned by his parents and left for dead on top of the Throat of the World. He was found by an old miner who took pity on the child and raised him as his own. When Zachary was 10 he told his father about his ambition to be a knight in the kings army. The miner now the ripe old age of 70 realized he wouldn't live much longer and agreed to send his son to the fighters guild in cyrodil as an intern. After 11 years the young boy now a man was scripted into the army to fight the stormcloacks.
Why am i being skipped, i have posted my app on this forum twice do to it being skipped and sent it to 2 whitlisters and neither have replied to it.............
REPOSTED DUE TO SKIPPING
Denied. No parents dying cliche. Also in your rp example you made your character like a great swordsman which you don't explain in your backstory. Also how you made alot of Septims is very unlikely and it isn't fair because that is highly unlikely also the server take place 20 years after Skyrim so your character hearing about the return of dragons is unlikely...
IGN:Mr_NimbleHands
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I've been on a couple Rp severs, and I Rp with m friends Daily
Why Us:I love Skyrim and Rp
Time You Can Dedicate:Almost everyday
IC
Name:Lucin
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:He has a scar over his left eye and scruffy blonde hair.
Fears:Of being trapped or jailed, not able to be free.
Personality:Quiet, Doesn't talk alot, Keeps to himself.
Occupation: Travelling, He likes alchemy and illusion magic, he was with the Thieves Guild once, but he left them.
Skills:Stealth(Sneak), Onehanded, Light Armor, Lockpick and Acrobatics(I know theres no Acrobatics in Skyrim).
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*Lucin runs as he Climbs up a building in order to escape from the guards. He was an outlaw today, he will be a citizen tomorrow, maybe. It didn't matter*-Guard- Stop! *Lucin jumps to another building, his foot slips as he reaches the roof, causing him to almost fall off* -Guard- There! Fire! *Arrows flew at Lucin, Flying past him, Far enough that they wouldn't hit him*-Guard- Cant you milkdrinkers aim?! *The Guard grabbed a bow* *Lucin was almost at the walls, more blood pumps through is vains, then he hears another arrow come flying at him*-Lucin- Augh!*The Guard shot him in the leg, He falls down off the roof, so close to freedom, but the guards caught up to him..
And now.. He is Trapped.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Lucin was a Farmer, growing up in The Rift is tough though. One night a group of Bandits came and burned down his farm, it was horrible. No one escaped but him. He made his way to Riften, and the Theives Guild took him in. They used him as a pick pocket when he was young, Children can be deceiving, When he got older they let him do more Advanced things like Heists. When he was 17 he left the Thieves Guild, He didn't want a life of crime.
His reputation brought him one though. Guards would notice him, he didn't have the to pay the fine. So, he went to Jail. Jail after Jail. He still has to live has a Thief. The life he thought he left years ago. So he Travels, city to city. He cant stop anywhere. He hopes someday he can Truely leave the life of a Thief, and Become welcomed again.
IGN: smashpanzer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim,wow,and other games like that
Why Us: I LOVED skyrim and want to try out this server
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day
IC
Name: Zachary Waker
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'11, Medium build,dark hair,silver eyes.
Fears: Fear of flight, and heights.
Personality: Cautious, protective of friends and family.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Skills: Good with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Sir! I need your help my son has been kidnapped by bandits!
Me: Calm down sir and tell me where they went.
Citizen: They took him up the mountain.
Me:Mmm...mountain?!
Citizen Yes. But that's not a problem for a young adventurer like yourself right?
Me:....No....You will be re united with your son before you know it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) As a baby Zachary was abandoned by his parents and left for dead on top of the Throat of the World. He was found by an old miner who took pity on the child and raised him as his own. When Zachary was 10 he told his father about his ambition to be a knight in the kings army. The miner now the ripe old age of 70 realized he wouldn't live much longer and agreed to send his son to the fighters guild in cyrodil as an intern. After 11 years the young boy now a man was scripted into the army to fight the stormcloacks.
Denied. Can't pick Mercenary as an occupation its only from guilds. Your skill isn't explained in your backstory either. Your rp example doesn't explain anything about your character besides he was hesitant to accept the job. Also this server takes place 20 years after Skyrim so the Stormcloaks are dispersed or not rebelling right now. No Fus Ro Dah.... WHY!?
IGN:Mr_NimbleHands
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I've been on a couple Rp severs, and I Rp with m friends Daily
Why Us:I love Skyrim and Rp
Time You Can Dedicate:Almost everyday
IC
Name:Lucin
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:He has a scar over his left eye and scruffy blonde hair.
Fears:Of being trapped or jailed, not able to be free.
Personality:Quiet, Doesn't talk alot, Keeps to himself.
Occupation: Travelling, He likes alchemy and illusion magic, he was with the Thieves Guild once, but he left them.
Skills:Stealth(Sneak), Onehanded, Light Armor, Lockpick and Acrobatics(I know theres no Acrobatics in Skyrim).
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*Lucin runs as he Climbs up a building in order to escape from the guards. He was an outlaw today, he will be a citizen tomorrow, maybe. It didn't matter*-Guard- Stop! *Lucin jumps to another building, his foot slips as he reaches the roof, causing him to almost fall off* -Guard- There! Fire! *Arrows flew at Lucin, Flying past him, Far enough that they wouldn't hit him*-Guard- Cant you milkdrinkers aim?! *The Guard grabbed a bow* *Lucin was almost at the walls, more blood pumps through is vains, then he hears another arrow come flying at him*-Lucin- Augh!*The Guard shot him in the leg, He falls down off the roof, so close to freedom, but the guards caught up to him..
And now.. He is Trapped.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Lucin was a Farmer, growing up in The Rift is tough though. One night a group of Bandits came and burned down his farm, it was horrible. No one escaped but him. He made his way to Riften, and the Theives Guild took him in. They used him as a pick pocket when he was young, Children can be deceiving, When he got older they let him do more Advanced things like Heists. When he was 17 he left the Thieves Guild, He didn't want a life of crime.
His reputation brought him one though. Guards would notice him, he didn't have the to pay the fine. So, he went to Jail. Jail after Jail. He still has to live has a Thief. The life he thought he left years ago. So he Travels, city to city. He cant stop anywhere. He hopes someday he can Truely leave the life of a Thief, and Become welcomed again.
FIXED APP
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Playing On Lord of The Craft, stronghold RP, And small servers here and there.
Why Us: I play Skyrim and i fell in love with the lore and everything about Skyrim. I wanted to find a cool server that was a Skyrim based server and my friend LukeMacu told me about this amazing looking Skyrim server!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-5 H on weekdays 6 hours on week ends
IC
Name: Samuel
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: buff from working the lumber mills and a healthy body
Fears: Spiders only
Personality: Calm and collected and friendly and would not hurt a innocent person
Occupation: Learning to be a Merchant from Wise merchants around skyrim
Skills: Good at survival and working at a lumbershack
Nickname (Optional): Sam
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Someone has say a bear!
Boy : Sir! a bear is attacking my home!!
me : Me and Ye friends will stop the bear!
Boy : Please i will be greatfull!
Backstory : I was born in the small town of Riverwood. Where my family had a lumber mill that made alot of income and we sold to Whiterun and the khajiit Caravans. Every other week my father and my 26 year old brother ulaf would get a wagon set up with a team of 4 horses and pile up the logs on the wagon and head out to Whiterun to sell the logs for good coin.
Father said when i was 10 i could go, But in one spot in the path there was spiders and i was terrified of spiders and i hated them very much so i would have to hid or face my fears. When i was very nervous for that time but i was only 8 then. Most days i would help my mom by bringing baked goods to the Traders and played with the local kids and dogs. I had the life people dreamed of. When I was 10 I went on My first trip to Whiterun and we encountered the spiders. I was so scared I got out and ran back home as fast as I could! but I go lost and i made a fire until help could find me. I waited there for 2 Hours and then I heard a wolf, so I found a large stick and some vine and a rock. I had a knife in my pocket and i used it to make a spear. I waited for the wolf to turn around at I snuck up the the wolf at struck it with full force and killed it. With the fire a made I was able to cook the wolf and made meat just in case I was to stay the night, And I had to because my father and brother stayed in Whiterun for 3 days and I had to survive in the wilderness all by myself. It taught me good skills abiut living off the wild when im older if need be. 3 days later I was picked back up and i was a wreck, I smelled bad and my clothes were wrecked. But I made it through!
When i was Turned 16 i went to Whiterun to work as a bartender because i made money for myself because when i was at the lumber mili didnt make any money. I lived in the Inn until i could afford my own home, I stayed there until the bar went out of business then i go around the lands of skyrim to look for people to teach me to me a merchant!
Role-Play Exp.:Old WNC, Mod for current WNC, Skyrim, Fallout: NV, Fallout 3
Why Us: Friends with Colb and I know how well his servers can do. He knows what he's doing and is fun to play with. I also LOVE skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours
IC
Name: Keezara
Race: Argonian
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance: Reptile-like features, but damaged gills which no longer allows him to breath underwater.
Fears: Drowning
Personality: Witty and sly. Can be very loyal
Occupation: Looking for a job as a blacksmith
Skills: Sneak, archery, smithing
Nickname (Optional): Kee
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Argonian: hey Kee, can you do me a quick favor, just real quick?
Keezara: Well, the last time you said that I had to travel to Solitude.
Argonian: Yeah, so?
Keezara: We were in Riften!
Argonian: Come on just real quick.
Keezara: Fine what is it?
Argonian: Well, I need you to deliver supplies to Riften.
Keezara: But, We just got in Solitude!!
Argonian: so?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Keezara is an adventurer, always looking for some work, well actually he's always looking for gold. Keezara is not even a little hesitant when it comes to stealing. He's always traveling throughout Skyrim, even when he was just little. Keezara ran away from his family when he was little because his families farming life style was boring. He grew up building materials from iron ingots, his skills were indeed good, but not spectacular for him to be known throughout skyrim. He wanted to become a blacksmith in a cities province, but he also has untapped skills as a thief or maybe even an assassin.
Keezara's lifestyle has gotten him into quite a few dilemmas, such as finding himself face to face with a troll, only to be saved by some traveling Imperials. If someone were to search for Keezara they would most likely not find him since he is always walking from province to province in search of his perfect house. Keezara hopes to one day start a new life, maybe as a blacksmith or a thief. At the moment though, he is quite content with wherever the wind blows him.
IGN: smashpanzer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim,wow,and other games like that
Why Us: I LOVED skyrim and want to try out this server
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day
IC
Name: Zachary Waker
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'11, Medium build,dark hair,silver eyes.
Fears: Fear of flight, and heights.
Personality: Cautious, protective of friends and family.
Occupation: In the Imperial Army
Skills: Good with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"what was that" said Zachary
"Probably just the wind" said his fellow imperial Gillen
"Gillen, Were miles undergrounde ..."
"Which can only mean what?"
"Forgive me mentor but i dont know."
*Gillen sighs*
"You obviously still have much to learn my apprentice."
"Mage cut the illusion!"
*The illusion of the dungeon flickers out as Zachary sees himself back inside the imperial training room*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) As a baby Zachary was abandoned by his parents and left for dead on top of the Throat of the World. He was found by an old miner who took pity on the child and raised him as his own. When Zachary was 10 he told his father about his ambition to be a knight in the kings army. The miner now the ripe old age of 70 realized he wouldn't live much longer and agreed to send his son to Imperials for training in swordsmanship.
IGN: PackerbackrCW21
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Was a RPer during my small time as a wow player
Why Us: I thouroughly enjoyed the elder scrolls series. I've played Morrowind, oblivion, and Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends almost all day, weekdays during the evenings.
IC
Name: Sigurd
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Short brown hair, with a beard. Blue eyes.
Fears: Afraid of anything with more than four legs.
Personality: For the most part courageous. A bit rowdy at times, but a good warrior and companion. Not overly fond of elves due to the Aldmeri dominion's attacks on Skyrim and Cyrodiil.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: good with a blade and bow. Good at tracking/hunting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The buck stood waiting in the meadow. Sigurd had been tracking the damned thing for nearly a day. It was large, and would fetch a good price in whiterun's market. He's about to let an arrow fly, when the roar of a bear is heard nearby.
"Talos curse him!" Sigurd mutters to himself. The bear emerges from the underbrush and spots Sigurd. Sigurd shouts at the beast "COME 'ERE YA *******!" The bear charges. Sigurd lets an arrow fly. Then a second. Then a third. The first enters into the left side of the bears neck, the second its throat, and the third its open maw. Sigurd looks down at the corpse of his trophy. "Kynes forgive me, but this will fetch a price!" and so Sigurd heads back to the city of Whiterun, to another night of drinking and singing
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A pureblooded nord, Sigurd was born to former Stormcloak parents, nine years before the end of the civil war. Dedicated to Talos, but unsatisfied with Ulfric's "Skyrim for the Nords" policy, his parents left the service of the Stormcloaks and headed into the wilderness of of the Rift where they built a small farm. Trained in the ways of the blade by his warrior father, he also adopted his fathers beliefs of honor, courage, and the preservation of following Talos. He spent a good portion of his youth hunting to help bring food to the table for his parents, and two younger brothers.
He left his parents home at the age of 24, and has been traveling throughout Skyrim since. He makes a living by selling meats to local inns and merchants. He often spends his time in taverns drinking mead and singing songs of Ysgramor and other ancient Nord heroes.
FUS... ROH... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Edit- Realized a sentence was left unfinished during bio.
My god.... This many people are wanting to get whitelisted on a server that isn't even up? I mean its a good server and all but.. Just... Eh..
It's not like it has never been up before, it's just temporarily down. And have you even ever played on it before? It's really fun.
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Hello? Eat my tarts? In this cosmic dance of bursting decadence, withheld permissions twist all our arms collectively. But if sweetness can win- and it can- then I'll still be here tomorrow to high five you yesterday my friend. Peace.
IGN: hntr9764
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Atleast 10-15 other rp servers including fallout roleplay servers
Why Us: Seeing as I have beaten skyrim and gotten alot of shouts, well needless to say i am bored of it and seeing these two great games combined, i really want to play on it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends: 8 Am EST to 12Am EST (i wont be on continuously of course) Weekdays 4Pm EST 9Pm EST
IC
Name: Isthmael
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Caucasian male with cropped auburn hair. A beard the same color as his hair. A brown jacket with a strap going across his chest, brown pants and gray moccasins.
Fears: The ongoing war and the impending fate of his small cottage in the countryside.
Personality: A normally quiet, peaceful man that hunts and chops wood for the nearby villages.
Occupation: Hunter and Woodcutter.
Skills: Great with a sword and bow. Farms and tends to nature for healing and alchemic reasons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The wind whistled through the cracks in the wood as I gathered the makeshift woolen quilt around my shivering form. It was a cold early morning of the fridgid winter that started too early. In the distance i heard a cow mooing jerking my dog awake. He barked.
WOOF!
"Shhh," I told the mutt.
Footsteps echoed through the emptiness of the home. Voices sounded off into the chill air.
"Look,"I heard a voice whispering," The village isn't far, we'll just sneak in to her house and just take her back to the fort."
They were talking about the inkeeper from the small village nearby. It was probably best to lay low for now. The footsteps faded into the darkness. I got up and got dressed. My sword lay on the table on the other side of the room. I walked over and grabbed it as I walked out of the door.
Thump!
Hours later i awoke to the sound of laughter and clinking tankards. My eyes were slowly adjuting to the semi-darkness surrounding my cage that I was now in. Bandits looked in.
"Well, look whos awake now," they said.
One ting was for sure, I had to get out of here.
Background:
I grew up in the small town of Riverwood, under the rule of Jarl Bulgruf, we had a very lenient life. The summers were warm and the winters cold. This was long before the war had started and the Nords lived in peace with each other. My closet friend was Alvor. We both grew up there together until I moved with my uncle and sister to Riften. There I lived for the next 7 years until i moved out at age 22. I moved outside of Riverwood for years and stayed solitary for at least 3 years.
One day i came across a cavern wth a purple gem in it. It had mystical properties which made it slighty hum with an aura of mystery and magic. I brought it to my uncle in Riften who said that the only way i could have obtained it was by stealing it. I argued and argued yet he made me go to the Ratway for interrogation. As i was lead their by guards, I broke free and ran as fast as possible out of the city. After I got home, I gathered my things and moved again. This time I was to live near Solitude, under the protection of the Imperial Army. This way I wouldn't be found. This way i was safe. This way, I would live to see the next day.
Hope it was good enough. If not, let me know I am writing my own book so I need constructive criticism. Thanks.
I'm so bored that boredness got bored of watching me be bored while boring itself into boreness. Boring bob is not as bored as me, even though boring bob himself is boring bored gods into bored bornedness. I am so bored bored blobs bore themselves into bore hell from boredness of watching me be bored.
And thats how bored I am when the server isn't up on a weekend where there is nothing to do. Please put the server up soon.
Thank you :biggrin.gif:
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Well if he is watching then why doesn't he turn on the server :angry.gif:
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Denied. Your backstory isn't good your occupation can't be bounty hunter. Also your making your character seem as if they are the best fighter which we deny in apps now.
IGN: smashpanzer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim,wow,and other games like that
Why Us: I LOVED skyrim and want to try out this server
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day
IC
Name: Zachary Waker
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'11, Medium build,dark hair,silver eyes.
Fears: Fear of flight, and heights.
Personality: Cautious, protective of friends and family.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Skills: Good with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Citizen: Sir! I need your help my son has been kidnapped by bandits!
Me: Calm down sir and tell me where they went.
Citizen: They took him up the mountain.
Me:Mmm...mountain?!
Citizen Yes. But that's not a problem for a young adventurer like yourself right?
Me:....No....You will be re united with your son before you know it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) As a baby Zachary was abandoned by his parents and left for dead on top of the Throat of the World. He was found by an old miner who took pity on the child and raised him as his own. When Zachary was 10 he told his father about his ambition to be a knight in the kings army. The miner now the ripe old age of 70 realized he wouldn't live much longer and agreed to send his son to the fighters guild in cyrodil as an intern. After 11 years the young boy now a man was scripted into the army to fight the stormcloacks.
Denied. No parents dying cliche. Also in your rp example you made your character like a great swordsman which you don't explain in your backstory. Also how you made alot of Septims is very unlikely and it isn't fair because that is highly unlikely also the server take place 20 years after Skyrim so your character hearing about the return of dragons is unlikely...
Dude, threads get closed after 1 WEEK its been less than 12 hours
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I've been on a couple Rp severs, and I Rp with m friends Daily
Why Us:I love Skyrim and Rp
Time You Can Dedicate:Almost everyday
IC
Name:Lucin
Race:Breton
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:He has a scar over his left eye and scruffy blonde hair.
Fears:Of being trapped or jailed, not able to be free.
Personality:Quiet, Doesn't talk alot, Keeps to himself.
Occupation: Travelling, He likes alchemy and illusion magic, he was with the Thieves Guild once, but he left them.
Skills:Stealth(Sneak), Onehanded, Light Armor, Lockpick and Acrobatics(I know theres no Acrobatics in Skyrim).
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*Lucin runs as he Climbs up a building in order to escape from the guards. He was an outlaw today, he will be a citizen tomorrow, maybe. It didn't matter*-Guard- Stop! *Lucin jumps to another building, his foot slips as he reaches the roof, causing him to almost fall off* -Guard- There! Fire! *Arrows flew at Lucin, Flying past him, Far enough that they wouldn't hit him*-Guard- Cant you milkdrinkers aim?! *The Guard grabbed a bow* *Lucin was almost at the walls, more blood pumps through is vains, then he hears another arrow come flying at him*-Lucin- Augh!*The Guard shot him in the leg, He falls down off the roof, so close to freedom, but the guards caught up to him..
And now.. He is Trapped.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Lucin was a Farmer, growing up in The Rift is tough though. One night a group of Bandits came and burned down his farm, it was horrible. No one escaped but him. He made his way to Riften, and the Theives Guild took him in. They used him as a pick pocket when he was young, Children can be deceiving, When he got older they let him do more Advanced things like Heists. When he was 17 he left the Thieves Guild, He didn't want a life of crime.
His reputation brought him one though. Guards would notice him, he didn't have the to pay the fine. So, he went to Jail. Jail after Jail. He still has to live has a Thief. The life he thought he left years ago. So he Travels, city to city. He cant stop anywhere. He hopes someday he can Truely leave the life of a Thief, and Become welcomed again.
Denied. Can't pick Mercenary as an occupation its only from guilds. Your skill isn't explained in your backstory either. Your rp example doesn't explain anything about your character besides he was hesitant to accept the job. Also this server takes place 20 years after Skyrim so the Stormcloaks are dispersed or not rebelling right now. No Fus Ro Dah.... WHY!?
Denied. No Fus Ro Dah
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Playing On Lord of The Craft, stronghold RP, And small servers here and there.
Why Us: I play Skyrim and i fell in love with the lore and everything about Skyrim. I wanted to find a cool server that was a Skyrim based server and my friend LukeMacu told me about this amazing looking Skyrim server!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-5 H on weekdays 6 hours on week ends
IC
Name: Samuel
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: buff from working the lumber mills and a healthy body
Fears: Spiders only
Personality: Calm and collected and friendly and would not hurt a innocent person
Occupation: Learning to be a Merchant from Wise merchants around skyrim
Skills: Good at survival and working at a lumbershack
Nickname (Optional): Sam
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Someone has say a bear!
Boy : Sir! a bear is attacking my home!!
me : Me and Ye friends will stop the bear!
Boy : Please i will be greatfull!
Backstory : I was born in the small town of Riverwood. Where my family had a lumber mill that made alot of income and we sold to Whiterun and the khajiit Caravans. Every other week my father and my 26 year old brother ulaf would get a wagon set up with a team of 4 horses and pile up the logs on the wagon and head out to Whiterun to sell the logs for good coin.
Father said when i was 10 i could go, But in one spot in the path there was spiders and i was terrified of spiders and i hated them very much so i would have to hid or face my fears. When i was very nervous for that time but i was only 8 then. Most days i would help my mom by bringing baked goods to the Traders and played with the local kids and dogs. I had the life people dreamed of. When I was 10 I went on My first trip to Whiterun and we encountered the spiders. I was so scared I got out and ran back home as fast as I could! but I go lost and i made a fire until help could find me. I waited there for 2 Hours and then I heard a wolf, so I found a large stick and some vine and a rock. I had a knife in my pocket and i used it to make a spear. I waited for the wolf to turn around at I snuck up the the wolf at struck it with full force and killed it. With the fire a made I was able to cook the wolf and made meat just in case I was to stay the night, And I had to because my father and brother stayed in Whiterun for 3 days and I had to survive in the wilderness all by myself. It taught me good skills abiut living off the wild when im older if need be. 3 days later I was picked back up and i was a wreck, I smelled bad and my clothes were wrecked. But I made it through!
When i was Turned 16 i went to Whiterun to work as a bartender because i made money for myself because when i was at the lumber mili didnt make any money. I lived in the Inn until i could afford my own home, I stayed there until the bar went out of business then i go around the lands of skyrim to look for people to teach me to me a merchant!
Fus Ro DAH!!!!!
OOC
IGN:itz_michael
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Old WNC, Mod for current WNC, Skyrim, Fallout: NV, Fallout 3
Why Us: Friends with Colb and I know how well his servers can do. He knows what he's doing and is fun to play with. I also LOVE skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours
IC
Name: Keezara
Race: Argonian
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance: Reptile-like features, but damaged gills which no longer allows him to breath underwater.
Fears: Drowning
Personality: Witty and sly. Can be very loyal
Occupation: Looking for a job as a blacksmith
Skills: Sneak, archery, smithing
Nickname (Optional): Kee
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Argonian: hey Kee, can you do me a quick favor, just real quick?
Keezara: Well, the last time you said that I had to travel to Solitude.
Argonian: Yeah, so?
Keezara: We were in Riften!
Argonian: Come on just real quick.
Keezara: Fine what is it?
Argonian: Well, I need you to deliver supplies to Riften.
Keezara: But, We just got in Solitude!!
Argonian: so?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Keezara is an adventurer, always looking for some work, well actually he's always looking for gold. Keezara is not even a little hesitant when it comes to stealing. He's always traveling throughout Skyrim, even when he was just little. Keezara ran away from his family when he was little because his families farming life style was boring. He grew up building materials from iron ingots, his skills were indeed good, but not spectacular for him to be known throughout skyrim. He wanted to become a blacksmith in a cities province, but he also has untapped skills as a thief or maybe even an assassin.
Keezara's lifestyle has gotten him into quite a few dilemmas, such as finding himself face to face with a troll, only to be saved by some traveling Imperials. If someone were to search for Keezara they would most likely not find him since he is always walking from province to province in search of his perfect house. Keezara hopes to one day start a new life, maybe as a blacksmith or a thief. At the moment though, he is quite content with wherever the wind blows him.
...Fus Ro Dah
Michael WillCroft
IGN: smashpanzer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played skyrim,wow,and other games like that
Why Us: I LOVED skyrim and want to try out this server
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day
IC
Name: Zachary Waker
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'11, Medium build,dark hair,silver eyes.
Fears: Fear of flight, and heights.
Personality: Cautious, protective of friends and family.
Occupation: In the Imperial Army
Skills: Good with a sword.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"what was that" said Zachary
"Probably just the wind" said his fellow imperial Gillen
"Gillen, Were miles undergrounde ..."
"Which can only mean what?"
"Forgive me mentor but i dont know."
*Gillen sighs*
"You obviously still have much to learn my apprentice."
"Mage cut the illusion!"
*The illusion of the dungeon flickers out as Zachary sees himself back inside the imperial training room*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) As a baby Zachary was abandoned by his parents and left for dead on top of the Throat of the World. He was found by an old miner who took pity on the child and raised him as his own. When Zachary was 10 he told his father about his ambition to be a knight in the kings army. The miner now the ripe old age of 70 realized he wouldn't live much longer and agreed to send his son to Imperials for training in swordsmanship.
FUS RO DA
IGN: PackerbackrCW21
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Was a RPer during my small time as a wow player
Why Us: I thouroughly enjoyed the elder scrolls series. I've played Morrowind, oblivion, and Skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends almost all day, weekdays during the evenings.
IC
Name: Sigurd
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Short brown hair, with a beard. Blue eyes.
Fears: Afraid of anything with more than four legs.
Personality: For the most part courageous. A bit rowdy at times, but a good warrior and companion. Not overly fond of elves due to the Aldmeri dominion's attacks on Skyrim and Cyrodiil.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: good with a blade and bow. Good at tracking/hunting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The buck stood waiting in the meadow. Sigurd had been tracking the damned thing for nearly a day. It was large, and would fetch a good price in whiterun's market. He's about to let an arrow fly, when the roar of a bear is heard nearby.
"Talos curse him!" Sigurd mutters to himself. The bear emerges from the underbrush and spots Sigurd. Sigurd shouts at the beast "COME 'ERE YA *******!" The bear charges. Sigurd lets an arrow fly. Then a second. Then a third. The first enters into the left side of the bears neck, the second its throat, and the third its open maw. Sigurd looks down at the corpse of his trophy. "Kynes forgive me, but this will fetch a price!" and so Sigurd heads back to the city of Whiterun, to another night of drinking and singing
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A pureblooded nord, Sigurd was born to former Stormcloak parents, nine years before the end of the civil war. Dedicated to Talos, but unsatisfied with Ulfric's "Skyrim for the Nords" policy, his parents left the service of the Stormcloaks and headed into the wilderness of of the Rift where they built a small farm. Trained in the ways of the blade by his warrior father, he also adopted his fathers beliefs of honor, courage, and the preservation of following Talos. He spent a good portion of his youth hunting to help bring food to the table for his parents, and two younger brothers.
He left his parents home at the age of 24, and has been traveling throughout Skyrim since. He makes a living by selling meats to local inns and merchants. He often spends his time in taverns drinking mead and singing songs of Ysgramor and other ancient Nord heroes.
FUS... ROH... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Edit- Realized a sentence was left unfinished during bio.
It's not like it has never been up before, it's just temporarily down. And have you even ever played on it before? It's really fun.
Michael WillCroft