This is my last attempt for the night. I'm too damned tired. I'm changing the person entirely but staying a mage even though I believe my last one was good. I hope this satifies you SpitFir3Tornado. I'm trying really hard to get accepted.
I mean he denied mine like 3 times but Im prob. going to give up its probably a bad server anyways but Im not sure so no hating out of me its just something to expect nowadays.
IGN:Lzztopz
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. D&d like games w/friends, mil-sims.
Why Us:The concept is amazing, and judging by how awesome the fall out server was (or so i was told) and how much i love skyrim i couldnt resist
Time You Can Dedicate:20hrs + weekly
IC
Name:Ulric lief of cyrodiil
Race:Imperial
Gender:M
Age:27
Appearance:Moderate body and height, mysterious yet comfortable to be around, mysterious and dark blue eyes, the color of the night sky.
Fears:commited relationships, thalmar and those damned trolls!
Personality:Friendly, but mysterious, reveals little and has a way of getting you to say what he wants
Occupation:Dark brotherhood assassin on request as a part time duty, PickPockets,Barters,bets and contract kills for extra septims (gold if you didnt know)
Skills:The art of killing in the branchs of One handed weaponry, and Alchemy (poisons and such) Smithing, and speechcraft
Nickname (Optional):Ulfry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ulric walked into the small inn miles from any major town, he stood in front of the doorway for a moment, noticing a man with balding hair sitting at a table, a high elf mistress who appeared to be in her 30s with dark amber hair that shined in the sunlight that peered through the skylight windows, that adorned the top of the inn. Ulrick made his way to the counter and said "I'd like a room for the night" although it was still mid-day he wanted to have a room incase the place would fill up, although he heavily doubted that would happen, the elf responded "it will be 10 septims for the night, you can use the alchemy table..." her hand referenced the old mahogany table, with a burner and an array of different glass bowls and tubes "and if you need any food or drink, my husband is over there" she pointed towards the balding man that ulfric noticed when he entered the inn "his names Arther, he's a little strange, but he can cook you up a fine leg of lam for a few septims, your room is the one on the right of the alchemists table, enjoy your stay" she said as she handed Ulrick the key, with a small copper plate on the end of it which had the number 3 stamped into it. Ulrick entered the room, closed the door, and sat on the bed, he took off his heavy pack, and checked the note he had been given by a courier earlier that day, it was a blank piece of parchment with the words SEE ALL written in what appeared to be blood and the words BURN BRIGHTER written in a orange ink, he focused his mind for a second and a flame appeared in his hands, not burning him nor leaving, it floated there indefinably. Ulric laid the parchment on the edge of the fireplace that was embedded into his wall, and focused the flame onto it, it quickly caught fire, and all the parchment away in seconds, on the rock which he had burned it, laid a burned-in ash hand print and the names "WhiteRun Helena Poison", he knew what it meant, a letter from the brother hood, an assignment, Helena from whiterun, to be killed by poison...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ulric was born in the imperial city, capital of cyrodiil; Ulfric was born into a average family, his mother ran a shop out of the house through a counter window to make a small sum of cash and his father was a black smith, his life was fairly normal with very little tragedy, besides a pet frog, his dad taught him the craft of smithing and his mother taught him in the art of bartering, and speechcraft, and at the age of 14 he was taught in the 3 arts of combat by his uncle, who ran a school of combat in the center of the imperial city, there he learned the basis of what he knows today, at the age of 17, he set out to travel cyrodiil, after traveling for 2 years he was given bad directions, and found his way into morrow wind and skyrim, after a year he finally returned to his home, and made the decision he would move to skyrim as he found the beauty of the landscape unlike any other.
at the age of 21, he managed to find his way into the dark brother hood (assuming this is in markarth not falkreath, so this way it can either be after the collapse of the brotherhood and the rebirth, or before the initial decline) some where he could show his true skill and potential, and managed to even help assassinate the jarl of Markarth, at the age of 22 he when on mercenary duty for the brother hood, simply going from black sacrament to black sacrament. at the age of 25 he stood-down from the brother hood, and he bought a house in whiterun and has been doing an occasional assassination assignment on behalf of the brother hood, aswell as a mixed combination of other illegal arts to earn septims
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"there are only 2 things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity and i'm not too sure about the prior" - Albert Einstein
I mean he denied mine like 3 times but Im prob. going to give up its probably a bad server anyways but Im not sure so no hating out of me its just something to expect nowadays.
I got a great idea,how about you shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself?
/miffed
IGN:miner189
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3 servers, 1yr.
Why Us: Cuz its a Minecraft Skyrim Server who won't
Time You Can Dedicate: Every weekend and sometimes during the weekdays.
ICName: Xine
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Blond, No Scars or Paint, Balanced weight, Blues,
Fears: Heights, Snow-Wraiths, Ice Trolls
Personality:Nuetrall, It takes a lot to make me get mad, and am always in a good mood
Occupation: Blades Mastier
Skills:One-Handed, Light Armor
Nickname (Optional):Xine (So None)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):You wake up in a dugeon blood on the side of your head then this cold voice says,"Shout up you fouls.. he is waking!" Then you relize there is two men yelling something about gold one toke. you relize this is what woke you. You see the man who just spoke to the two men to shout up and walks over to you and then he pulls out this darven knife and then staps it striaght into your leg and starts to laugh and then smacks you up across the faces and then you black off.......
Backstory (1-2 [paragraphs):Well Xine was born in a Elven camp.He was always told to stay at the camp what ever happend. His father was a farmer and his mother was a survent for the general of the camp. When he got older his father died out in the feild, he never got do see his fathers body his mom said it was for the best and when he got older she would tell him who his father really was, but she died 2yrs. later when he was only 13yrs. old.
He was having the life of his father did, but when he was 16 the genral died and everyone got to go, but he stayed as he was told when he was young. He always thought of packing up, but never did. One day he did pack up. he went throw his house picking up all his favorite books old iteams of his fathers and wen he picked up his old chilhood book the book shelf slides open and showes a hidden chest. in ther he found his fathers sword and chest armor and left to go of into skyrims wildreness
IGN:Lzztopz
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. D&d like games w/friends, mil-sims.
Why Us:The concept is amazing, and judging by how awesome the fall out server was (or so i was told) and how much i love skyrim i couldnt resist
Time You Can Dedicate:20hrs + weekly
IC
Name:Ulric lief of cyrodiil
Race:Imperial
Gender:M
Age:27
Appearance:Moderate body and height, mysterious yet comfortable to be around, mysterious and dark blue eyes, the color of the night sky.
Fears:commited relationships, thalmar and those damned trolls!
Personality:Friendly, but mysterious, reveals little and has a way of getting you to say what he wants
Occupation:Dark brotherhood assassin on request as a part time duty, PickPockets,Barters,bets and contract kills for extra septims (gold if you didnt know)
Skills:The art of killing in the branchs of One handed weaponry, and Alchemy (poisons and such) Smithing, and speechcraft
Nickname (Optional):Ulfry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ulric walked into the small inn miles from any major town, he stood in front of the doorway for a moment, noticing a man with balding hair sitting at a table, a high elf mistress who appeared to be in her 30s with dark amber hair that shined in the sunlight that peered through the skylight windows, that adorned the top of the inn. Ulrick made his way to the counter and said "I'd like a room for the night" although it was still mid-day he wanted to have a room incase the place would fill up, although he heavily doubted that would happen, the elf responded "it will be 10 septims for the night, you can use the alchemy table..." her hand referenced the old mahogany table, with a burner and an array of different glass bowls and tubes "and if you need any food or drink, my husband is over there" she pointed towards the balding man that ulfric noticed when he entered the inn "his names Arther, he's a little strange, but he can cook you up a fine leg of lam for a few septims, your room is the one on the right of the alchemists table, enjoy your stay" she said as she handed Ulrick the key, with a small copper plate on the end of it which had the number 3 stamped into it. Ulrick entered the room, closed the door, and sat on the bed, he took off his heavy pack, and checked the note he had been given by a courier earlier that day, it was a blank piece of parchment with the words SEE ALL written in what appeared to be blood and the words BURN BRIGHTER written in a orange ink, he focused his mind for a second and a flame appeared in his hands, not burning him nor leaving, it floated there indefinably. Ulric laid the parchment on the edge of the fireplace that was embedded into his wall, and focused the flame onto it, it quickly caught fire, and all the parchment away in seconds, on the rock which he had burned it, laid a burned-in ash hand print and the names "WhiteRun Helena Poison", he knew what it meant, a letter from the brother hood, an assignment, Helena from whiterun, to be killed by poison...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ulric was born in the imperial city, capital of cyrodiil; Ulfric was born into a average family, his mother ran a shop out of the house through a counter window to make a small sum of cash and his father was a black smith, his life was fairly normal with very little tragedy, besides a pet frog, his dad taught him the craft of smithing and his mother taught him in the art of bartering, and speechcraft, and at the age of 14 he was taught in the 3 arts of combat by his uncle, who ran a school of combat in the center of the imperial city, there he learned the basis of what he knows today, at the age of 17, he set out to travel cyrodiil, after traveling for 2 years he was given bad directions, and found his way into morrow wind and skyrim, after a year he finally returned to his home, and made the decision he would move to skyrim as he found the beauty of the landscape unlike any other.
at the age of 21, he managed to find his way into the dark brother hood (assuming this is in markarth not falkreath, so this way it can either be after the collapse of the brotherhood and the rebirth, or before the initial decline) some where he could show his true skill and potential, and managed to even help assassinate the jarl of Markarth, at the age of 22 he when on mercenary duty for the brother hood, simply going from black sacrament to black sacrament. at the age of 25 he stood-down from the brother hood, and he bought a house in whiterun and has been doing an occasional assassination assignment on behalf of the brother hood, aswell as a mixed combination of other illegal arts to earn septims
Denied. We have way too many assassins backgrounds, unless its' very special we wont be accepting many more. Either change the background or expand on your current one. I would recommend a new start.
IGN:miner189
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3 servers, 1yr.
Why Us: Cuz its a Minecraft Skyrim Server who won't
Time You Can Dedicate: Every weekend and sometimes during the weekdays.
ICName: Xine
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Blond, No Scars or Paint, Balanced weight, Blues,
Fears: Heights, Snow-Wraiths, Ice Trolls
Personality:Nuetrall, It takes a lot to make me get mad, and am always in a good mood
Occupation: Blades Mastier
Skills:One-Handed, Light Armor
Nickname (Optional):Xine (So None)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):You wake up in a dugeon blood on the side of your head then this cold voice says,"Shout up you fouls.. he is waking!" Then you relize there is two men yelling something about gold one toke. you relize this is what woke you. You see the man who just spoke to the two men to shout up and walks over to you and then he pulls out this darven knife and then staps it striaght into your leg and starts to laugh and then smacks you up across the faces and then you black off.......
Backstory (1-2 [paragraphs):Well Xine was born in a Elven camp.He was always told to stay at the camp what ever happend. His father was a farmer and his mother was a survent for the general of the camp. When he got older his father died out in the feild, he never got do see his fathers body his mom said it was for the best and when he got older she would tell him who his father really was, but she died 2yrs. later when he was only 13yrs. old.
He was having the life of his father did, but when he was 16 the genral died and everyone got to go, but he stayed as he was told when he was young. He always thought of packing up, but never did. One day he did pack up. he went throw his house picking up all his favorite books old iteams of his fathers and wen he picked up his old chilhood book the book shelf slides open and showes a hidden chest. in ther he found his fathers sword and chest armor and left to go of into skyrims wildreness
Denied- The story is too short and needs more detail and a punctuation fix.
IGN:Mason_Craft
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: 6 months RolePlay exp.; 2 years Mc experience total
Why Us:You look like a fun, hardcore roleplay server
Time You Can Dedicate: I own my own public server, but i still get on other servers 4 hours a day
IC: What is IC?
Name:Kyle
Race:White?
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:hot xD
Fears: Insidious and guy rapist
Personality: Fun, loving, enjoyful
Occupation:Minecraft, Basketball
Skills:PvP, building, archery
Nickname (Optional):Mason
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I do not understand this.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I grew up alone, hoping to be on at lease one persons side (Parents abused me), and no one ever let me join them. It was sad, seeing all the war around you, knowing it could beat the living **** out of you if it thought you were actually significant. I went rouge and ran away at 12, and trying to make a tiny living, dreaming of being on the side of others, dominating all in our way.
I took hiding in a deep damp swamp and built a medium sized hut. I was barely farming enough bread in the gushy unfertilized soil of the swamp. I had no family, no one to rely on in times of sorrow. And when the warriors came, i had no way of protecting my home from them. What they did to me and what little i had was life changing....
IGN: dlegend56
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: a few small dedicated servers but nothing big
Why Us: because I’ve played skyrim and a server like it would be the most awesome thing ever
Time You Can Dedicate: 2 – 3 hours a day
IC
Name: veerzara
Race: argonian
Gender: male
Age: 27
Appearance: dark brown skin, wears a light shirt with a hood and has green eyes which stand out
Fears: draugr, trolls and skeletons
Personality: loyal, smart, stealthy and hard to befriend
Occupation: housecarl or assistant
Skills: sneak, lockpick, hand to hand and one handed
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hunter: “Help I’ve been attacked by vampires do you have anything that can cure my disease!”
Veerzara: “where are these vampires?”
Hunter: “do you have anything or not, please help me”
Veerzara: “yes take this, it may help”
“hands over potion of cure disease”
Hunter: “thank you, the vampires are at Mara’s Cave”
Veeraza: “farewell traveler”
Hunter: “I’ll repay you; you can find me in Rorikstead”
“hunter runs off”
Veerzara: “time to kill some vampires”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Veerzara was born in Archon in the black marsh. He was born under the sign of the shadow, he was meant to become a shadowscale but a group of Altmer who called themselves the Thalmor came. They inspected the argonians choosing the ones that looked most fit and healthy, Veerzara was only 17 when he was bought by the Thalmor, at first his parents refused as they wanted him to undertake the training by the brotherhood but the thalmor used their magic to persuade the argonians.
Veerzara was then brought to skyrim to serve at the embassy; the thalmor had treated him horribly. 10 years passed until he finally got sick of all the mistreatment and racial slurs that he received. He planned to escape the embassy. When the guard came to take him back to his quarters he stabbed him through the neck with a knife. He took the guards clothes and hid the body, he then sneaked down to the slave quarters and freed the rest of the slaves, some decided to stay but he left with a few others, he know works on a farm near whiterun serving the owner.
IGN: Andymo5000
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:I'v e played a lot of games like Eden Eternal, Skyrim, Oblivion, League of Legends. Games where I pretend I'm someone else in a different world with different people aka Role Playing!
Why Us: I like rping and I love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Ezio Declier
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance:A dark lizard with black robes and a hood with scars ll across him.
Fears: Ezio is afraid of spiders.
Personality: Ezio is a friendly person that hangs around taverns waiting for someone to hire him for adventuring.
Occupation:None.
Skills:Stealth, nuff' said.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ezio: Hey, you want to hire me for some protection?
Sentay: Sure, how much?
Ezio: 200 gold.
*Sentay gives Ezio 200 gold*
Ezio: Alright, where we off to?
Sentay: The ratway in Riften.
Ezio: Oh, sorry thats off limits for me.
Sentay: Fine, we'll go off to Wolfback cave.
Ezio: Alright let's go!
*Sentay and Ezio ride over to Wolfback cave*
Ezio: Wait, got a spare blade?
Sentay: Here, this is Grimsever.
Ezio: wow, thanks.
Sentay: watch out!
Bandit: GET AWAY, THATS MY LOOT!
Ezio: Sentay, hide behind the cave, I got this.
Sentay: Alright, stay alive!
*Sentay jumps behind the cave*
Ezio: Alright buddy.
Bandit: Eat this!
*Bandit shoots arrow at Ezio*
*Ezio blocks with Grimsever*
Ezio: No, eat this!
*Ezio ditches Grimsever at Bandit's forhead*
Sentay: Nice shot!
*Bandit falls down dead*
*Ezio loots bandit*
Sentay: What was he talking about?, Loot?
Ezio: Lets check inside.
Sentay: Alright.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ezio was born in Dawnstar back in the old ages. He was always helpful to everybody he did what needed to be done. One day he was walking around town assisting everybody when a surprise attack left everybody astonished. A were-wolf had just jumped out of no where and attacked an old lady. Ezio ran home as fast as he could and grabbed his hidden blade and Grimsever (A glass sword enchanted with ice) Ezio ran back outside to the were-wolf and sttacked it, but ferociosly the were-wolf clawed at Ezio knocking him off his feet. The were-wolf had Ezio cornered when a familer face appeard and ripped through the beasts heart. It was Altair.
Ezio and Altair always adventured together when one faithful day...
Ezio and Altair were exploring a cave, they were sneaking past some Silver-Hand guys when they were spotted by a guard. "Stop!" the guard called as all the other silver-hand guys ran over and surrounded them. Altair and Ezio were locked up in cages. Ezio picked the lock with a lockpick he smuggled in and then freed Altair. They collected there stuff when Altair was shot by an arrow that came from a guard, "Their escaping!" The guard called. Ezio ran out of the cave and ran all the way back to Dawnstar. Ezio left Dawnstar and went to live in Solitude because he had enough money to live there.. Now Ezio just hangs around in taverns waiting for someone to come and hire him for an adventure. Ezio always changes towns to hand around in the local taverns for people to hire him.
IGN: Andymo5000
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:I'v e played a lot of games like Eden Eternal, Skyrim, Oblivion, League of Legends. Games where I pretend I'm someone else in a different world with different people aka Role Playing!
Why Us: I like rping and I love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Ezio Declier
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance:A dark lizard with black robes and a hood with scars ll across him.
Fears: Ezio is afraid of spiders.
Personality: Ezio is a friendly person that hangs around taverns waiting for someone to hire him for adventuring.
Occupation:None.
Skills:Stealth, nuff' said.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ezio: Hey, you want to hire me for some protection?
Sentay: Sure, how much?
Ezio: 200 gold.
*Sentay gives Ezio 200 gold*
Ezio: Alright, where we off to?
Sentay: The ratway in Riften.
Ezio: Oh, sorry thats off limits for me.
Sentay: Fine, we'll go off to Wolfback cave.
Ezio: Alright let's go!
*Sentay and Ezio ride over to Wolfback cave*
Ezio: Wait, got a spare blade?
Sentay: Here, this is Grimsever.
Ezio: wow, thanks.
Sentay: watch out!
Bandit: GET AWAY, THATS MY LOOT!
Ezio: Sentay, hide behind the cave, I got this.
Sentay: Alright, stay alive!
*Sentay jumps behind the cave*
Ezio: Alright buddy.
Bandit: Eat this!
*Bandit shoots arrow at Ezio*
*Ezio blocks with Grimsever*
Ezio: No, eat this!
*Ezio ditches Grimsever at Bandit's forhead*
Sentay: Nice shot!
*Bandit falls down dead*
*Ezio loots bandit*
Sentay: What was he talking about?, Loot?
Ezio: Lets check inside.
Sentay: Alright.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ezio was born in Dawnstar back in the old ages. He was always helpful to everybody he did what needed to be done. One day he was walking around town assisting everybody when a surprise attack left everybody astonished. A were-wolf had just jumped out of no where and attacked an old lady. Ezio ran home as fast as he could and grabbed his hidden blade and Grimsever (A glass sword enchanted with ice) Ezio ran back outside to the were-wolf and sttacked it, but ferociosly the were-wolf clawed at Ezio knocking him off his feet. The were-wolf had Ezio cornered when a familer face appeard and ripped through the beasts heart. It was Altair.
Ezio and Altair always adventured together when one faithful day...
Ezio and Altair were exploring a cave, they were sneaking past some Silver-Hand guys when they were spotted by a guard. "Stop!" the guard called as all the other silver-hand guys ran over and surrounded them. Altair and Ezio were locked up in cages. Ezio picked the lock with a lockpick he smuggled in and then freed Altair. They collected there stuff when Altair was shot by an arrow that came from a guard, "Their escaping!" The guard called. Ezio ran out of the cave and ran all the way back to Dawnstar. Ezio left Dawnstar and went to live in Solitude because he had enough money to live there.. Now Ezio just hangs around in taverns waiting for someone to come and hire him for an adventure. Ezio always changes towns to hand around in the local taverns for people to hire him.
I'll decide for peraldon and decline it.
Think of something original - No killing of Gods, no names or background from games. My suggestion would be to try a simple blacksmith or a retired solider from the Imperium who has settled in Skyrim in search for wanderlust.
IGN: Andymo5000
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:I'v e played a lot of games like Eden Eternal, Skyrim, Oblivion, League of Legends. Games where I pretend I'm someone else in a different world with different people aka Role Playing!
Why Us: I like rping and I love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Jake Razor
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance:A dark lizard with black robes and a hood with scars across him.
Fears: Jake is afraid of spiders.
Personality: Jake is a friendly person that hangs around taverns waiting for someone to hire him for adventuring.
Occupation:None.
Skills:Stealth, nuff' said.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Jake: Hey, you want to hire me for some protection?
Sentay: Sure, how much?
Jake: 200 gold.
*Sentay gives Jake 200 gold*
Jake: Alright, where we off to?
Sentay: The ratway in Riften.
Jake: Oh, sorry thats off limits for me.
Sentay: Fine, we'll go off to Wolfback cave.
Jake: Alright let's go!
*Sentay and Ezio ride over to Wolfback cave*
Jake: Wait, got a spare blade?
Sentay: Here, this is Grimsever.
Jake: wow, thanks.
Sentay: watch out!
Bandit: GET AWAY, THATS MY LOOT!
Jake: Sentay, hide behind the cave, I got this.
Sentay: Alright, stay alive!
*Sentay jumps behind the cave*
Jake: Alright buddy.
Bandit: Eat this!
*Bandit shoots arrow at Ezio*
*Jake blocks with Grimsever*
Jake: No, eat this!
*Jake ditches Grimsever at Bandit's forhead*
Sentay: Nice shot!
*Bandit falls down dead*
*Jake loots bandit*
Sentay: What was he talking about?, Loot?
Jake: Lets check inside.
Sentay: Alright.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jake was born in Dawnstar back in the old ages. He was always helpful to everybody he did what needed to be done. One day he was walking around town assisting everybody when a surprise attack left everybody astonished. A were-wolf had just jumped out of no where and attacked an old lady. Jake ran home as fast as he could and grabbed Grimsever (A glass sword enchanted with ice) Jake ran back outside to the were-wolf and attacked it, but ferociosly the were-wolf clawed at Jake knocking him off his feet. The were-wolf had Jake cornered when a familer face appeard and ripped through the beasts heart. It was Sentay.
Jake and Sentay always adventured together when one faithful day...
Jake and Sentay were exploring a cave, they were sneaking past some Silver-Hand guys when they were spotted by a guard. "Stop!" the guard called as all the other silver-hand guys ran over and surrounded them. Sentay and Jake were locked up in cages. Jake picked the lock with a lockpick he smuggled in and then freed Sentay. They collected there stuff when Sentay was shot by an arrow that came from a guard, "Their escaping!" The guard called. Jake ran out of the cave and ran all the way back to Dawnstar. Jake left Dawnstar and went to live in Solitude because he had enough money to live there. Now Jake just switches towns every year doing blacksmith work. He earns enough monye and he sells all his weapons and armor to the Jarl so that he can equip the guards. So Jake is friends with ALL the Jarls (except a few :wink.gif:
Think of something original - No killing of Gods, no names or background from games. My suggestion would be to try a simple blacksmith or a retired solider from the Imperium who has settled in Skyrim in search for wanderlust.
IGN: Shin_Takeshi Age: 20 Role-Play Exp.: 10 years worth, beginning with DND when I was 10. Why Us: Because it seems well put together for a Skyrim/Elder Scrolls server. Time You Can Dedicate: Varies, so I will not confirm any specific time.
IC
Name: Elyna Maryon Race: Dark-Elf Gender: Female Age: The Equivalence to 24 Imperial Years. Appearance:
Fears: Severe claustrophobia, and Ironic fear of being poisoned. Personality: To those who know her, Friendly. To Clients and the rest, Sarcastic, Rude, and impatient. Occupation: Mercenary, namely assassination. Hoping to one day be in service of Sithis, and the Night Mother. Skills: Stealth, Assassination, Medical. Nickname (Optional): Nightwisp RP Example (Add Dialogue):Her hand slams down on the table once more, coins and plates rattling as they were knocked upwards for a moment. Her eyes glaring outward with annoyance, "Two Thousand, No less. What, you think murdering a the Head of the Guardmsmen is an easy task? Added in, if I get caught, I get Death, not jail, you damned moron!" Rubbing her temple, swearing a low curse beneath her breath. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Elyna's past is just that, the past. Inquiring about it brings many nothing but a swift backhand, or a dagger to their throat. Those who know her well, know she grew up in the Imperial City itself. Raised to be a healer, as shown by her knowledge of potions and Bandaging. However, anything past that, and she would rather cut out her own tongue before she spoke further of it.
It is no secret that she has seen many battles, though. Her arsenal of daggers chipped, and covered in dried blood. The whispers say she kills people for fun, or for profit, varying with whatever rumor seems fun a the time. Some people are even lucky enough to learn that she kills to earn the favor of Sithis, right before she is added to the number of the dead and damned.
IGN: Shin_Takeshi Age: 20 Role-Play Exp.: 10 years worth, beginning with DND when I was 10. Why Us: Because it seems well put together for a Skyrim/Elder Scrolls server. Time You Can Dedicate: Varies, so I will not confirm any specific time.
IC
Name: Elyna Maryon Race: Dark-Elf Gender: Female Age: The Equivalence to 24 Imperial Years. Appearance:
Fears: Severe claustrophobia, and Ironic fear of being poisoned. Personality: To those who know her, Friendly. To Clients and the rest, Sarcastic, Rude, and impatient. Occupation: Mercenary, namely assassination. Hoping to one day be in service of Sithis, and the Night Mother. Skills: Stealth, Assassination, Medical. Nickname (Optional): Nightwisp RP Example (Add Dialogue):Her hand slams down on the table once more, coins and plates rattling as they were knocked upwards for a moment. Her eyes glaring outward with annoyance, "Two Thousand, No less. What, you think murdering a the Head of the Guardmsmen is an easy task? Added in, if I get caught, I get Death, not jail, you damned moron!" Rubbing her temple, swearing a low curse beneath her breath. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Elyna's past is just that, the past. Inquiring about it brings many nothing but a swift backhand, or a dagger to their throat. Those who know her well, know she grew up in the Imperial City itself. Raised to be a healer, as shown by her knowledge of potions and Bandaging. However, anything past that, and she would rather cut out her own tongue before she spoke further of it.
It is no secret that she has seen many battles, though. Her arsenal of daggers chipped, and covered in dried blood. The whispers say she kills people for fun, or for profit, varying with whatever rumor seems fun a the time. Some people are even lucky enough to learn that she kills to earn the favor of Sithis, right before she is added to the number of the dead and damned.
Accepted. Your story is good but a tad bit short- but it's well written.
IGN: andwey (case-sensitive) Age: 15 Role-Play Exp.: 1 or 2 Roleplay servers, have roleplayed for a few years in other games such as Habbo Hotel (They have RP) and San Andreas Multiplayer (SA-MP for short) Why Us: Because I've really gotten into Skyrim and I haven't found a decent RP server Time You Can Dedicate: Summer holidays are coming in a few weeks, so I'm going to spend at least 2 hours a day on the server if the members are just as active.
IC
Name: Qa'Urf (Pronounced Ka-O-rf) Race: Khajiit Gender: Male Age:26 Appearance: Black fur with white stripes/markings, slim, tall yet muscular physique, Fears: Spiders, Thalmor, Thieves (Ironical?) Personality: Elusive, friendly, quiet, resourceful and tactful Occupation: Hunter and Leather Worker Skills: Qa'Urf is a skilled Archer and Swordsman due to years of hunting animals (Deer, Wolves, Rabbits, Bears), is quick-footed and agile naturally because of his physique and racial traits, slightly more than natural resistance to cold/frost because of his thicker skin. He is also able to craft various things with leather or hides. Nickname (Optional): Urf RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Qa'Urf crouches behind the rock* *He eyes the deer grazing, and mutters to himself*
Qa'Urf:(Mutter) Darn it, where is that little Khajiit.. *Qa'Urf is startled by a young Khajiit sneaking next to him*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Stop your silly games child, ready your bow
Young Khajit:(Whisper) Ok Urf! *Both Khajiits ready their bows and aim in the direction of the wolves*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Ready? Go! *They both release their strings, the arrows being shot at the wolves* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Qa'Urf grew up on the borders of Skyrim, his families history there was certain to be doomed. When his parents left to new lands after Elsweyr had become too difficult, they had not expected to land themselves in Skyrim and have their son their. Urf, settled in well with the few Nord children of Ivarstead. Being a Khajiit, Urf's name was constantly changing in titles and so his Nordic friends remained with calling him Urf. Both of Urf's parents were proud of their son, but were scared that a Khajiit child could not handle the cold weather. But amazingly, Urf was ever so resistant. Unlike most Khajiits, being born into a land of frost and cold, Urf had grown thick fur. In his late childhood, Urf had gotten himself into a lot of trouble, unable to keep his wild and childish energy locked up in a small village, who would always go on 'nightly strolls' with his friends. Urf learnt many things; a mix of Nord and Khajiiti knowledge. He became fascinated with stories of Daedric evils that old Nord men retold, but also loved Khajiiti myths about the Goddess of Dusk and Dawn; Azurah.
Into becoming a teenager, two new Khajiits were born into the family. Though this was joyful news, it made it harder on the family. When he thought Urf was ready, Urf's father would take him out hunting. Starting off with deers and rabbits, Urf trained his archery and sharp eye. Urf soon became bored with such easy prey and training his younger brother. Then one day, he persuaded his father to take him out to hunt the big bears and wolves they constantly had to sneak past. So that day came, and it was enjoyable. Urf and his father has to be quick-footed, leaping into trees where only such beasts they hunted could dream to climb and putting arrows in their heads. They soon collected so much hides and fur, that their own home was running out of space. So Urf learned to craft these hides into all sorts of things, thanks the Nords of Ivarstead helping him. He soon crafted his own leather armour which he would use while he hunted. When Urf finally reached adulthood, he titled himself Qa'Urf, meaning he was unknown, for that was what suited him. Seeing that his parents could barely supply for the entire family, Urf pledged to venture off further into Skyrim and enjoy the life that was to be laid in front of him (and bring more money and food to his family).
IGN: andwey (case-sensitive) Age: 15 Role-Play Exp.: 1 or 2 Roleplay servers, have roleplayed for a few years in other games such as Habbo Hotel (They have RP) and San Andreas Multiplayer (SA-MP for short) Why Us: Because I've really gotten into Skyrim and I haven't found a decent RP server Time You Can Dedicate: Summer holidays are coming in a few weeks, so I'm going to spend at least 2 hours a day on the server if the members are just as active.
IC
Name: Qa'Urf (Pronounced Ka-O-rf) Race: Khajit Gender: Male Age:26 Appearance: Black fur with white stripes/markings, slim, tall yet muscular physique, Fears: Spiders, Thalmor, Thieves (Ironical?) Personality: Elusive, friendly, quiet, resourceful and tactful Occupation: Hunter and Leather Worker Skills: Qa'Urf is a skilled Archer and Swordsman due to years of hunting animals (Deer, Wolves, Rabbits, Bears), is quick-footed and agile naturally because of his physique and racial traits, slightly more than natural resistance to cold/frost because of his thicker skin. He is also able to craft various things with leather or hides. Nickname (Optional): Urf RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Qa'Urf crouches behind the rock* *He eyes the deer grazing, and mutters to himself*
Qa'Urf:(Mutter) Darn it, where is that little Khajit.. *Qa'Urf is startled by a young Khajit sneaking next to him*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Stop your silly games child, ready your bow
Young Khajit:(Whisper) Ok Urf! *Both Khajits ready their bows and aim in the direction of the wolves*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Ready? Go! *They both release their strings, the arrows being shot at the wolves* Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Qa'Urf grew up on the borders of Skyrim, his families history there was certain to be doomed. When his parents left to new lands after Elsweyr had become too difficult, they had not expected to land themselves in Skyrim and have their son their. Urf, settled in well with the few Nord children of Ivarstead. Being a Khajit, Urf's name was constantly changing in titles and so his Nordic friends remained with calling him Urf. Both of Urf's parents were proud of their son, but were scared that a Khajit child could not handle the cold weather. But amazingly, Urf was ever so resistant. Unlike most Khajits, being born into a land of frost and cold, Urf had grown thick fur. In his late childhood, Urf had gotten himself into a lot of trouble, unable to keep his wild and childish energy locked up in a small village, who would always go on 'nightly strolls' with his friends. Urf learnt many things; a mix of Nord and Khajiti knowledge. He became fascinated with stories of Daedric evils that old Nord men retold, but also loved Khajiti myths about the Goddess of Dusk and Dawn; Azurah.
Into becoming a teenager, two new Khajits were born into the family. Though this was joyful news, it made it harder on the family. When he thought Urf was ready, Urf's father would take him out hunting. Starting off with deers and rabbits, Urf trained his archery and sharp eye. Urf soon became bored with such easy prey and training his younger brother. Then one day, he persuaded his father to take him out to hunt the big bears and wolves they constantly had to sneak past. So that day came, and it was enjoyable. Urf and his father has to be quick-footed, leaping into trees where only such beasts they hunted could dream to climb and putting arrows in their heads. They soon collected so much hides and fur, that their own home was running out of space. So Urf learned to craft these hides into all sorts of things, thanks the Nords of Ivarstead helping him. He soon crafted his own leather armour which he would use while he hunted. When Urf finally reached adulthood, he titled himself Qa'Urf, meaning he was unknown, for that was what suited him. Seeing that his parents could barely supply for the entire family, Urf pledged to venture off further into Skyrim and enjoy the life that was to be laid in front of him (and bring more money and food to his family).
This app is pretty much perfect. Its neural, no bias or bloodshed eg: I was born and destined to become an assassin...
The backstory was a pleasent read and the entire app gets a big sticker. Accepted.
EDIT: When your online with me track me down and I will buy you something to drink. The app was that pleasant.
You and me both man, I hope he accepts mine too
i hope to.
I mean he denied mine like 3 times but Im prob. going to give up its probably a bad server anyways but Im not sure so no hating out of me its just something to expect nowadays.
IGN:Lzztopz
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. D&d like games w/friends, mil-sims.
Why Us:The concept is amazing, and judging by how awesome the fall out server was (or so i was told) and how much i love skyrim i couldnt resist
Time You Can Dedicate:20hrs + weekly
IC
Name:Ulric lief of cyrodiil
Race:Imperial
Gender:M
Age:27
Appearance:Moderate body and height, mysterious yet comfortable to be around, mysterious and dark blue eyes, the color of the night sky.
Fears:commited relationships, thalmar and those damned trolls!
Personality:Friendly, but mysterious, reveals little and has a way of getting you to say what he wants
Occupation:Dark brotherhood assassin on request as a part time duty, PickPockets,Barters,bets and contract kills for extra septims (gold if you didnt know)
Skills:The art of killing in the branchs of One handed weaponry, and Alchemy (poisons and such) Smithing, and speechcraft
Nickname (Optional):Ulfry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ulric walked into the small inn miles from any major town, he stood in front of the doorway for a moment, noticing a man with balding hair sitting at a table, a high elf mistress who appeared to be in her 30s with dark amber hair that shined in the sunlight that peered through the skylight windows, that adorned the top of the inn. Ulrick made his way to the counter and said "I'd like a room for the night" although it was still mid-day he wanted to have a room incase the place would fill up, although he heavily doubted that would happen, the elf responded "it will be 10 septims for the night, you can use the alchemy table..." her hand referenced the old mahogany table, with a burner and an array of different glass bowls and tubes "and if you need any food or drink, my husband is over there" she pointed towards the balding man that ulfric noticed when he entered the inn "his names Arther, he's a little strange, but he can cook you up a fine leg of lam for a few septims, your room is the one on the right of the alchemists table, enjoy your stay" she said as she handed Ulrick the key, with a small copper plate on the end of it which had the number 3 stamped into it. Ulrick entered the room, closed the door, and sat on the bed, he took off his heavy pack, and checked the note he had been given by a courier earlier that day, it was a blank piece of parchment with the words SEE ALL written in what appeared to be blood and the words BURN BRIGHTER written in a orange ink, he focused his mind for a second and a flame appeared in his hands, not burning him nor leaving, it floated there indefinably. Ulric laid the parchment on the edge of the fireplace that was embedded into his wall, and focused the flame onto it, it quickly caught fire, and all the parchment away in seconds, on the rock which he had burned it, laid a burned-in ash hand print and the names "WhiteRun Helena Poison", he knew what it meant, a letter from the brother hood, an assignment, Helena from whiterun, to be killed by poison...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ulric was born in the imperial city, capital of cyrodiil; Ulfric was born into a average family, his mother ran a shop out of the house through a counter window to make a small sum of cash and his father was a black smith, his life was fairly normal with very little tragedy, besides a pet frog, his dad taught him the craft of smithing and his mother taught him in the art of bartering, and speechcraft, and at the age of 14 he was taught in the 3 arts of combat by his uncle, who ran a school of combat in the center of the imperial city, there he learned the basis of what he knows today, at the age of 17, he set out to travel cyrodiil, after traveling for 2 years he was given bad directions, and found his way into morrow wind and skyrim, after a year he finally returned to his home, and made the decision he would move to skyrim as he found the beauty of the landscape unlike any other.
at the age of 21, he managed to find his way into the dark brother hood (assuming this is in markarth not falkreath, so this way it can either be after the collapse of the brotherhood and the rebirth, or before the initial decline) some where he could show his true skill and potential, and managed to even help assassinate the jarl of Markarth, at the age of 22 he when on mercenary duty for the brother hood, simply going from black sacrament to black sacrament. at the age of 25 he stood-down from the brother hood, and he bought a house in whiterun and has been doing an occasional assassination assignment on behalf of the brother hood, aswell as a mixed combination of other illegal arts to earn septims
I got a great idea,how about you shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself?
/miffed
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3 servers, 1yr.
Why Us: Cuz its a Minecraft Skyrim Server who won't
Time You Can Dedicate: Every weekend and sometimes during the weekdays.
ICName: Xine
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Blond, No Scars or Paint, Balanced weight, Blues,
Fears: Heights, Snow-Wraiths, Ice Trolls
Personality:Nuetrall, It takes a lot to make me get mad, and am always in a good mood
Occupation: Blades Mastier
Skills:One-Handed, Light Armor
Nickname (Optional):Xine (So None)
RP Example (Add Dialogue):You wake up in a dugeon blood on the side of your head then this cold voice says,"Shout up you fouls.. he is waking!" Then you relize there is two men yelling something about gold one toke. you relize this is what woke you. You see the man who just spoke to the two men to shout up and walks over to you and then he pulls out this darven knife and then staps it striaght into your leg and starts to laugh and then smacks you up across the faces and then you black off.......
Backstory (1-2 [paragraphs):Well Xine was born in a Elven camp.He was always told to stay at the camp what ever happend. His father was a farmer and his mother was a survent for the general of the camp. When he got older his father died out in the feild, he never got do see his fathers body his mom said it was for the best and when he got older she would tell him who his father really was, but she died 2yrs. later when he was only 13yrs. old.
He was having the life of his father did, but when he was 16 the genral died and everyone got to go, but he stayed as he was told when he was young. He always thought of packing up, but never did. One day he did pack up. he went throw his house picking up all his favorite books old iteams of his fathers and wen he picked up his old chilhood book the book shelf slides open and showes a hidden chest. in ther he found his fathers sword and chest armor and left to go of into skyrims wildreness
Denied. We have way too many assassins backgrounds, unless its' very special we wont be accepting many more. Either change the background or expand on your current one. I would recommend a new start.
A little harsh but true. And it's been a long time Pharaoh :smile.gif: The God of War is pleased to see you again.
Denied- The story is too short and needs more detail and a punctuation fix.
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: 6 months RolePlay exp.; 2 years Mc experience total
Why Us:You look like a fun, hardcore roleplay server
Time You Can Dedicate: I own my own public server, but i still get on other servers 4 hours a day
IC: What is IC?
Name:Kyle
Race:White?
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:hot xD
Fears: Insidious and guy rapist
Personality: Fun, loving, enjoyful
Occupation:Minecraft, Basketball
Skills:PvP, building, archery
Nickname (Optional):Mason
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I do not understand this.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I grew up alone, hoping to be on at lease one persons side (Parents abused me), and no one ever let me join them. It was sad, seeing all the war around you, knowing it could beat the living **** out of you if it thought you were actually significant. I went rouge and ran away at 12, and trying to make a tiny living, dreaming of being on the side of others, dominating all in our way.
I took hiding in a deep damp swamp and built a medium sized hut. I was barely farming enough bread in the gushy unfertilized soil of the swamp. I had no family, no one to rely on in times of sorrow. And when the warriors came, i had no way of protecting my home from them. What they did to me and what little i had was life changing....
Regards,
Colbinile
IGN: dlegend56
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: a few small dedicated servers but nothing big
Why Us: because I’ve played skyrim and a server like it would be the most awesome thing ever
Time You Can Dedicate: 2 – 3 hours a day
IC
Name: veerzara
Race: argonian
Gender: male
Age: 27
Appearance: dark brown skin, wears a light shirt with a hood and has green eyes which stand out
Fears: draugr, trolls and skeletons
Personality: loyal, smart, stealthy and hard to befriend
Occupation: housecarl or assistant
Skills: sneak, lockpick, hand to hand and one handed
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hunter: “Help I’ve been attacked by vampires do you have anything that can cure my disease!”
Veerzara: “where are these vampires?”
Hunter: “do you have anything or not, please help me”
Veerzara: “yes take this, it may help”
“hands over potion of cure disease”
Hunter: “thank you, the vampires are at Mara’s Cave”
Veeraza: “farewell traveler”
Hunter: “I’ll repay you; you can find me in Rorikstead”
“hunter runs off”
Veerzara: “time to kill some vampires”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Veerzara was born in Archon in the black marsh. He was born under the sign of the shadow, he was meant to become a shadowscale but a group of Altmer who called themselves the Thalmor came. They inspected the argonians choosing the ones that looked most fit and healthy, Veerzara was only 17 when he was bought by the Thalmor, at first his parents refused as they wanted him to undertake the training by the brotherhood but the thalmor used their magic to persuade the argonians.
Veerzara was then brought to skyrim to serve at the embassy; the thalmor had treated him horribly. 10 years passed until he finally got sick of all the mistreatment and racial slurs that he received. He planned to escape the embassy. When the guard came to take him back to his quarters he stabbed him through the neck with a knife. He took the guards clothes and hid the body, he then sneaked down to the slave quarters and freed the rest of the slaves, some decided to stay but he left with a few others, he know works on a farm near whiterun serving the owner.
OOC
IGN: Andymo5000
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:I'v e played a lot of games like Eden Eternal, Skyrim, Oblivion, League of Legends. Games where I pretend I'm someone else in a different world with different people aka Role Playing!
Why Us: I like rping and I love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Ezio Declier
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance:A dark lizard with black robes and a hood with scars ll across him.
Fears: Ezio is afraid of spiders.
Personality: Ezio is a friendly person that hangs around taverns waiting for someone to hire him for adventuring.
Occupation:None.
Skills:Stealth, nuff' said.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ezio: Hey, you want to hire me for some protection?
Sentay: Sure, how much?
Ezio: 200 gold.
*Sentay gives Ezio 200 gold*
Ezio: Alright, where we off to?
Sentay: The ratway in Riften.
Ezio: Oh, sorry thats off limits for me.
Sentay: Fine, we'll go off to Wolfback cave.
Ezio: Alright let's go!
*Sentay and Ezio ride over to Wolfback cave*
Ezio: Wait, got a spare blade?
Sentay: Here, this is Grimsever.
Ezio: wow, thanks.
Sentay: watch out!
Bandit: GET AWAY, THATS MY LOOT!
Ezio: Sentay, hide behind the cave, I got this.
Sentay: Alright, stay alive!
*Sentay jumps behind the cave*
Ezio: Alright buddy.
Bandit: Eat this!
*Bandit shoots arrow at Ezio*
*Ezio blocks with Grimsever*
Ezio: No, eat this!
*Ezio ditches Grimsever at Bandit's forhead*
Sentay: Nice shot!
*Bandit falls down dead*
*Ezio loots bandit*
Sentay: What was he talking about?, Loot?
Ezio: Lets check inside.
Sentay: Alright.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ezio was born in Dawnstar back in the old ages. He was always helpful to everybody he did what needed to be done. One day he was walking around town assisting everybody when a surprise attack left everybody astonished. A were-wolf had just jumped out of no where and attacked an old lady. Ezio ran home as fast as he could and grabbed his hidden blade and Grimsever (A glass sword enchanted with ice) Ezio ran back outside to the were-wolf and sttacked it, but ferociosly the were-wolf clawed at Ezio knocking him off his feet. The were-wolf had Ezio cornered when a familer face appeard and ripped through the beasts heart. It was Altair.
Ezio and Altair always adventured together when one faithful day...
Ezio and Altair were exploring a cave, they were sneaking past some Silver-Hand guys when they were spotted by a guard. "Stop!" the guard called as all the other silver-hand guys ran over and surrounded them. Altair and Ezio were locked up in cages. Ezio picked the lock with a lockpick he smuggled in and then freed Altair. They collected there stuff when Altair was shot by an arrow that came from a guard, "Their escaping!" The guard called. Ezio ran out of the cave and ran all the way back to Dawnstar. Ezio left Dawnstar and went to live in Solitude because he had enough money to live there.. Now Ezio just hangs around in taverns waiting for someone to come and hire him for an adventure. Ezio always changes towns to hand around in the local taverns for people to hire him.
I'll decide for peraldon and decline it.
Think of something original - No killing of Gods, no names or background from games. My suggestion would be to try a simple blacksmith or a retired solider from the Imperium who has settled in Skyrim in search for wanderlust.
OOC
IGN: Andymo5000
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:I'v e played a lot of games like Eden Eternal, Skyrim, Oblivion, League of Legends. Games where I pretend I'm someone else in a different world with different people aka Role Playing!
Why Us: I like rping and I love skyrim.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Jake Razor
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance:A dark lizard with black robes and a hood with scars across him.
Fears: Jake is afraid of spiders.
Personality: Jake is a friendly person that hangs around taverns waiting for someone to hire him for adventuring.
Occupation:None.
Skills:Stealth, nuff' said.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Jake: Hey, you want to hire me for some protection?
Sentay: Sure, how much?
Jake: 200 gold.
*Sentay gives Jake 200 gold*
Jake: Alright, where we off to?
Sentay: The ratway in Riften.
Jake: Oh, sorry thats off limits for me.
Sentay: Fine, we'll go off to Wolfback cave.
Jake: Alright let's go!
*Sentay and Ezio ride over to Wolfback cave*
Jake: Wait, got a spare blade?
Sentay: Here, this is Grimsever.
Jake: wow, thanks.
Sentay: watch out!
Bandit: GET AWAY, THATS MY LOOT!
Jake: Sentay, hide behind the cave, I got this.
Sentay: Alright, stay alive!
*Sentay jumps behind the cave*
Jake: Alright buddy.
Bandit: Eat this!
*Bandit shoots arrow at Ezio*
*Jake blocks with Grimsever*
Jake: No, eat this!
*Jake ditches Grimsever at Bandit's forhead*
Sentay: Nice shot!
*Bandit falls down dead*
*Jake loots bandit*
Sentay: What was he talking about?, Loot?
Jake: Lets check inside.
Sentay: Alright.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jake was born in Dawnstar back in the old ages. He was always helpful to everybody he did what needed to be done. One day he was walking around town assisting everybody when a surprise attack left everybody astonished. A were-wolf had just jumped out of no where and attacked an old lady. Jake ran home as fast as he could and grabbed Grimsever (A glass sword enchanted with ice) Jake ran back outside to the were-wolf and attacked it, but ferociosly the were-wolf clawed at Jake knocking him off his feet. The were-wolf had Jake cornered when a familer face appeard and ripped through the beasts heart. It was Sentay.
Jake and Sentay always adventured together when one faithful day...
Jake and Sentay were exploring a cave, they were sneaking past some Silver-Hand guys when they were spotted by a guard. "Stop!" the guard called as all the other silver-hand guys ran over and surrounded them. Sentay and Jake were locked up in cages. Jake picked the lock with a lockpick he smuggled in and then freed Sentay. They collected there stuff when Sentay was shot by an arrow that came from a guard, "Their escaping!" The guard called. Jake ran out of the cave and ran all the way back to Dawnstar. Jake left Dawnstar and went to live in Solitude because he had enough money to live there. Now Jake just switches towns every year doing blacksmith work. He earns enough monye and he sells all his weapons and armor to the Jarl so that he can equip the guards. So Jake is friends with ALL the Jarls (except a few :wink.gif:
Good idea :biggrin.gif:
IGN: Shin_Takeshi
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: 10 years worth, beginning with DND when I was 10.
Why Us: Because it seems well put together for a Skyrim/Elder Scrolls server.
Time You Can Dedicate: Varies, so I will not confirm any specific time.
IC
Name: Elyna Maryon
Race: Dark-Elf
Gender: Female
Age: The Equivalence to 24 Imperial Years.
Appearance:
Personality: To those who know her, Friendly. To Clients and the rest, Sarcastic, Rude, and impatient.
Occupation: Mercenary, namely assassination. Hoping to one day be in service of Sithis, and the Night Mother.
Skills: Stealth, Assassination, Medical.
Nickname (Optional): Nightwisp
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Her hand slams down on the table once more, coins and plates rattling as they were knocked upwards for a moment. Her eyes glaring outward with annoyance, "Two Thousand, No less. What, you think murdering a the Head of the Guardmsmen is an easy task? Added in, if I get caught, I get Death, not jail, you damned moron!" Rubbing her temple, swearing a low curse beneath her breath.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Elyna's past is just that, the past. Inquiring about it brings many nothing but a swift backhand, or a dagger to their throat. Those who know her well, know she grew up in the Imperial City itself. Raised to be a healer, as shown by her knowledge of potions and Bandaging. However, anything past that, and she would rather cut out her own tongue before she spoke further of it.
It is no secret that she has seen many battles, though. Her arsenal of daggers chipped, and covered in dried blood. The whispers say she kills people for fun, or for profit, varying with whatever rumor seems fun a the time. Some people are even lucky enough to learn that she kills to earn the favor of Sithis, right before she is added to the number of the dead and damned.
Accepted. Your story is good but a tad bit short- but it's well written.
IGN: andwey (case-sensitive)
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: 1 or 2 Roleplay servers, have roleplayed for a few years in other games such as Habbo Hotel (They have RP) and San Andreas Multiplayer (SA-MP for short)
Why Us: Because I've really gotten into Skyrim and I haven't found a decent RP server
Time You Can Dedicate: Summer holidays are coming in a few weeks, so I'm going to spend at least 2 hours a day on the server if the members are just as active.
IC
Name: Qa'Urf (Pronounced Ka-O-rf)
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age:26
Appearance: Black fur with white stripes/markings, slim, tall yet muscular physique,
Fears: Spiders, Thalmor, Thieves (Ironical?)
Personality: Elusive, friendly, quiet, resourceful and tactful
Occupation: Hunter and Leather Worker
Skills: Qa'Urf is a skilled Archer and Swordsman due to years of hunting animals (Deer, Wolves, Rabbits, Bears), is quick-footed and agile naturally because of his physique and racial traits, slightly more than natural resistance to cold/frost because of his thicker skin. He is also able to craft various things with leather or hides.
Nickname (Optional): Urf
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Qa'Urf crouches behind the rock*
*He eyes the deer grazing, and mutters to himself*
Qa'Urf:(Mutter) Darn it, where is that little Khajiit..
*Qa'Urf is startled by a young Khajiit sneaking next to him*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Stop your silly games child, ready your bow
Young Khajit:(Whisper) Ok Urf!
*Both Khajiits ready their bows and aim in the direction of the wolves*
Qa'Urf:(Whisper) Ready? Go!
*They both release their strings, the arrows being shot at the wolves*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Qa'Urf grew up on the borders of Skyrim, his families history there was certain to be doomed. When his parents left to new lands after Elsweyr had become too difficult, they had not expected to land themselves in Skyrim and have their son their. Urf, settled in well with the few Nord children of Ivarstead. Being a Khajiit, Urf's name was constantly changing in titles and so his Nordic friends remained with calling him Urf. Both of Urf's parents were proud of their son, but were scared that a Khajiit child could not handle the cold weather. But amazingly, Urf was ever so resistant. Unlike most Khajiits, being born into a land of frost and cold, Urf had grown thick fur. In his late childhood, Urf had gotten himself into a lot of trouble, unable to keep his wild and childish energy locked up in a small village, who would always go on 'nightly strolls' with his friends. Urf learnt many things; a mix of Nord and Khajiiti knowledge. He became fascinated with stories of Daedric evils that old Nord men retold, but also loved Khajiiti myths about the Goddess of Dusk and Dawn; Azurah.
Into becoming a teenager, two new Khajiits were born into the family. Though this was joyful news, it made it harder on the family. When he thought Urf was ready, Urf's father would take him out hunting. Starting off with deers and rabbits, Urf trained his archery and sharp eye. Urf soon became bored with such easy prey and training his younger brother. Then one day, he persuaded his father to take him out to hunt the big bears and wolves they constantly had to sneak past. So that day came, and it was enjoyable. Urf and his father has to be quick-footed, leaping into trees where only such beasts they hunted could dream to climb and putting arrows in their heads. They soon collected so much hides and fur, that their own home was running out of space. So Urf learned to craft these hides into all sorts of things, thanks the Nords of Ivarstead helping him. He soon crafted his own leather armour which he would use while he hunted. When Urf finally reached adulthood, he titled himself Qa'Urf, meaning he was unknown, for that was what suited him. Seeing that his parents could barely supply for the entire family, Urf pledged to venture off further into Skyrim and enjoy the life that was to be laid in front of him (and bring more money and food to his family).
This app is pretty much perfect. Its neural, no bias or bloodshed eg: I was born and destined to become an assassin...
The backstory was a pleasent read and the entire app gets a big sticker. Accepted.
EDIT: When your online with me track me down and I will buy you something to drink. The app was that pleasant.
:tongue.gif: Her story is a mystery, is why, and the pages will be filled as she futhers her service to Sithis.
Off topic: As I see the IP is still (Coming Soon) I'll check back regularly until I'm able to join the server.