Time you can dedicate to server weekly -
I can generally dedicate a significant amount of hours each day to playing the server, but for this week and the next I may only be able to dedicate a few hours a fay, due to upcoming exams and work experience.
Do you have TeamSpeak? If not, will you get it? - Yes, indeed I do.
Have you read the rules? -
Indeed I have.
Why do you want to join our server? - I think the idea of the server is rather nice with a fairly unique lore and multitude of races to select from. I have also been looking for a server to call home lately as, I currently do not have a main server and something I can dedicate my time and effort to.
IC (In character)
Name -
Turgon Séregon
Race -
Human
Age - 24
Gender - Male
RP example -
Not Related to my character Elven Instructor: So you’re already trained in archery I hear? Well let’s see what you have in you, hit that target seventy five meters away. Turgon nodded gently, and drew back his bow an astonishing length that even the bow itself creaked under the pressure. He then released his hand and the arrow furiously penetrated the wind in a swift burst of amazing speed, in a mere moment the arrow hit on target and Turgon faced the instructor. Elven Instructor: humph, there I was expecting something special, any second rate archer in our units can hit a target like that, you’re dismissed. Turgon walked away into the crowed encampment and swiftly vanished from vision. The Elven Instructor walked towards the Target and stopped for a moment in awe, as the arrow had pierced through the target itself and followed straight threw into a tree which it had severely damaged. Elven Instructor: This....this is the work of an enchanted bow, but even to do this with a bow of that calibre requires a fair amount of talent...Heh, maybe I can shape that recruit into a fine archer just yet.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Turgon Séregon is a large, brutish, warrior from the north, who was raised in a simple village and was the son of a Blacksmith. As a child, from the days he could walk, he was taught that he must pull his own weight and be of use to the clan, thus he was taught the craft of Blacksmithing. Although Orgril’s true desire existed elsewhere, this was in perfecting his strength and becoming a great warrior, to bring honour to the Norse. Thus during his days, Turgon worked the blazing embers of his fiery forge and created weapons of expert skill from a young age, and during his nights he would sneak into the dark, shadow encrusted woods and practice his sword and axe skills, with weapons carefully handcrafted to perfection by none other than himself.
Soon the amount of time he would spend in seclusion, deep in the woods increased and his routine and dream, turned into a deep obsession, he even forgot the reason why he practiced with the axe and sword, and only felt the urge to do so. Then one fateful day, while tending to his blazing embers within the forge, a message came from a village elder and in this letter it told of how Turgon’s father had passed away in a duel with a younger warrior. Although this would seem something horrific and revenge worthy to other people, to the Norse this was a common event and was how many personal and family disputes were dealt with. Thus Turgon thought nothing of it and saw it as his father dying an honourable death.
Turgon, also seen this as a chance to leave the village and pursue a more free life, one of chance, glory and honour. This lead him to thinking that he would create tales of magnificent and awe inspiring battles, captivating legends and stories of unbelievable feats.
Thus with nothing anchoring him to the village, he left with whatever he could carry on his large broad back, and set off to create his own destiny.
After a few years, Turgon was found in an Order of Knights that claim to serve under some false Gods, but what was undeniable was their skill in the sword and is why you can pretty much guess why Turgon joined them, but as the world went on even the Order he belonged to vanished within a maelstrom of events, so with no were to go and nothing to call his own but the armour on his back, he sought a new home and a new path to follow.
Accepted! I love your application and im glad to accept you to the team!
OOC (Out of character) IGN - AGiantPie Age - 15 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 7-15 hours Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yes Have you read the rules? - Yes Why do you want to join our server? - I like to roleplay, and this server has a great, and fleshed out lore.
IC (In character) Name - Eldeween Tinkhelii Race - Elf Age - 236 Gender - Male RP example -
Eldeween: *Eldeween unsheathes his glimmering sword and asks* "Who goes there?"
Robber: "None of your business, boy! Now scram before you get hurt!"
Eldeween: *Eldeween steps forward and raises his blade* "It is my business now, I won't let you steal from innocent people."
Robber: "You asked for it" *He slashes at Eldeween's upper right arm with his dagger*
Eldeween: *Eldeween dodges to the left and stabs at the Robber's abdomen* Etc. Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Eldeween was born into an order of secretive religious warriors called the Templar. His mother and father were both elves, and his father was well known throughout the order as a great warrior. He trained Eldeween as he was growing up, and Eldeween always enjoyed the training sessions. He dreamed of being just like his father when he grew up, and aspired to reach the tops of the Templar ranks. The order was still secret, and he had to get a job or the people of his town would get suspicious. Eldeween was apprenticed to a blacksmith, and learned the trade over his teenage years.
One day, while walking through the forest, he found a smoking hole with a ball of shiny rock in it. He mined out the metal, and brought it back to the blacksmith's shop. Once there he forged himself a set of armor from the metal, and made his sword from a diamond-meteorite alloy. Finally, he grew old enough to be initiated into the Templar, and is now setting out into the world on his first mission of purity.
Well, my character isn't neccessarily a KILLER. Jsut because i can shoot a bow like a bawss doesn't mean i choose to viciously murder.
Only evil monsters. And my character is 10 because I want to show even little boys can do stuff, not just sitting around eating cupcakes :P. And bigger bio i can do. I dont really feel like doing whole applciation over so I'll just make a better bio right here.
BIO:
I am Firen, an Elf from a large jungle known to some people as Seryl. I live with my brother Ilou, and my mom. My father was snatched when i was 5 by monsters. I can vaguely remember the event, but he didn't go down witha fight. *shudders* But anyways, the monsters have reinvaded the jungle, and my family and I hid in an old deserted graveyard by a massive tree. The tree was strange. it was glowing ominously. Apparently the monsters hated that tree. Then we got a little curous about the graveyard. We started digging up graves and found my dad's skeleton. Now, I'll never forget that moment. A large monster (they slightly resembled enderman) sprang at Ilou, and the soul of Dad went into the monster, and knocked it out. Turns out my dad was a Soul Eryix, a master of the Soul arts, which are deeply frowned upon in Seryl. One of the reasons is there is always soemthing bad after it happens: In this case, Ilou dies, than his soul goes into the body of a wolf. Father saved my life, but killed his other son in return. (turns out i was his favorite) Now Ilou and father's soul reside in one body: Mine. My mother died after from a disease, and now I am alone. Frowned upon by those of Seryl, I roam Akantor, looking for someone to accept my origins. I found a wolf. Other than Ilou and father, he is all i have.
Hope you liked it! Anyways, sorry about the constant fail apps
IGN- Hat_Master
Age- 14
Time You Can Dedicate To Server Weekly - I can go on about every day for several hours at a time at the most; at least 2-3 hours a day (not including weekends)
Do You Have Teamspeak? - Yes
Have You Read The Rules? - Yes
Why Do You Want To Join Our Server? - My friend Dazrios (that's his IGN) and I wanted to find a kewl RP server and so we wanna try this out.
IC
Name - Ramzee Vriskain
Race - Dark Elf
Age - (I'm not really sure what the dark elf max age is in this world so I'm just gonna say 23 in human years)
Gender - Male
Rp Example- *you see a black colored man step out of the shadows* Ramzee: Hello there...*he stares at you inquiringly*
Bio:
From birth he was a slave. His mother and father finding love in one of the many mining villages guarded by the humans, they soon brought just another slave into the world it seemed. Deemed Ramzee Vriskain, he was the pride and joy of his parents, names unknown. However, Ramzee was a weak, sickly child; unable to do labor, his foremans planned a culling for him and the other disabled or weak children. Ramzee's parents couldn't let that happen, in a desperate attempt to save him, they brought up a riot among the camp, chaos reigned and Ramzee as well as the other children and many other slaves escaped; none being his parents. Some escaped, tohers slain, but Ramzee knew he had to run. The humans never saw him again.
What little childhood afterwards that Ramzee could recall was filled of peril and suffering. So little food besides the forage from the shrubs and forests, wolves, bears, other creatures, he ran from them all. Fighting for his life, he earned self-taught fighting techniques. These soon seemed useless, as the rambunctious Ramzee had discovered a city, and started a new living off of stealing from unwary humans. One day, it was put to rest. Ramzee was caught, but spared, given mercy and thrown back into the forest, never seen near the place again. Now what has brought him to Akantor? One lonely night, after visiting a camp of sellswords and traveling bards and merchants, learned of a land holding treasure and prosperity to those who are strong enough. Ramzee couldn't pass up this oppurtunity, so gathering what he had, he set off in search of the land. A man grown now, he had found it. Now he would begin his new life, adventure, and hopefully treasure-filled...in Akantor.
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Came up with that on the spot, sorry if it's a bit rough, I made up a new character with this. Thanks for your time!
Chris
14
Monday-Friday and possibly weekends
Yes i have teamspeak
Yes i have read the rules
I like to partake in rping
Daz
Human
21
Male
Example- Daz:*walking down the long dirt road with only the dim moonlight to guide him when suddenly three men stop him*
Stranger: Give us your valuables.*Pulls out a great sword*
Daz: No. *The feeling returns once again*
Stranger: Have it your way. *Raises sword up into the air and slashes downward*
Daz:*Without a moments hesitation he disarms the attacker and uses the weapon to cut off his head, stab the second attacker through the chest and cleave a deep gash in the third attacker's neck and continues walking, leaving them to die*
Daz is 5'11 with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He grew up in a nice little town that was quiet and peaceful. Then a group of bandits moved next to it and they would raid the town weekly. They would take women from the town along with supplies, and one day they took his best friend Ashley. He went after them and when he saw what they did to her he completely lost it and killed them all. This was the first time he noticed his fighting instinct. But there was something else there as well, something unexplainable. It was as if something gave him power in his rage. He became incredibly fast and strong. After that, he felt as though he was endangering everyone in the town so he left. He moved to a nearby city and trained to be a warrior and surpassed everyone very quickly. Then he felt the feeling coming back so he left the city and ventured out into the world on a quest to find out what this feeling, this evil, destructive feeling that empowered him was. He soon found himself in Akanotr. This is were his quest begun.
Whitelist App OOC (Out of character) IGN - TrevorNP Age - 16 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 8 hours Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yep ill get this there teamspek Have you read the rules? - Yes. Why do you want to join our server? - Because I have friends who play and want a new server.
IC (In character) Name - Petruchio Race - Blood Elf Age - 1338 Gender - M
RP example - Thief/Serial Killer/Fugitive Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Petruchio is was a small boy when his parents died. He was originally from Italy and had friends named Hortensio and Vincentio. He fell into a life of thievery losing the few friends he had. He stole and killed for any reason at all and showed no mercy. He started slow by killing small animals. He would torture them slowly eventually finishing them off.
This was just the beginning. He decided it was time to move to bigger game. He waited for the right moment and pounced. Blood. Blood everywhere. He heard the guards coming and has been on the run ever since while maintaining his ways of murder and thievery.
Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
Whitelist App OOC (Out of character) IGN - UNCROWNED Age - 17 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 10-12 hours Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - i do Have you read the rules? - i have Why do you want to join our server? - It looks,sounds very epic
IC (In character) Name -Zamthor Race -Elf Age -24 Gender -male
RP example - Zamthor slowly crept through the foliage of the dense forest, he keeps his body low and stays in the shadows of the surrounding trees and vines. He hears rustling of bushes. He stops dead and stays as still as he can, he scans the area looking for who or what made the noise. He spots a dear standing in a opening nearby. He slowly creeps up behind the dear. He gingerly picks a arrow from his quiver and draws his bow. He carefully takes aim. Just as he is about to take the shot the dear is spook by a noise and runs off. His brother emerges from a tree.
"What have i told you about being silent?" He demands
"I'm sorry brother" he replies
Zamthor walks past and slaps him on the forehead.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Zamthor grew up in a very poor family, he lived in a small shack with 5 other family members. Living conditions were less than satisfactory and he even had to share a bed with his siblings. Zamthor did not want to live in such conditions all his life and aspired to make as much money as he possibly could. To help his family the best he could he would go out hunting for food dor his family to eat, as his father had been murdered and he was the oldest son it was his responsibility to supply the family with food. He would often comeback with saficiant food to feed his family. However his family had little coin and he so despritally wanted to leave. One day a strange man visited his village and asked him to kill another Elf for a lot coin, it was his chance to finally leave. He took the job and received his money after he had done the deed. Zamthor gave half his earnings to his family and walked until his legs could carry him no more, he arrived at the gates of a city...
OOC (Out of character) IGN - AGiantPie Age - 15 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 7-15 hours Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yes Have you read the rules? - Yes Why do you want to join our server? - I like to roleplay, and this server has a great, and fleshed out lore.
IC (In character) Name - Eldeween Tinkhelii Race - Elf Age - 236 Gender - Male RP example -
Eldeween: *Eldeween unsheathes his glimmering sword and asks* "Who goes there?"
Robber: "None of your business, boy! Now scram before you get hurt!"
Eldeween: *Eldeween steps forward and raises his blade* "It is my business now, I won't let you steal from innocent people."
Robber: "You asked for it" *He slashes at Eldeween's upper right arm with his dagger*
Eldeween: *Eldeween dodges to the left and stabs at the Robber's abdomen* Etc. Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Eldeween was born into an order of secretive religious warriors called the Templar. His mother and father were both elves, and his father was well known throughout the order as a great warrior. He trained Eldeween as he was growing up, and Eldeween always enjoyed the training sessions. He dreamed of being just like his father when he grew up, and aspired to reach the tops of the Templar ranks. The order was still secret, and he had to get a job or the people of his town would get suspicious. Eldeween was apprenticed to a blacksmith, and learned the trade over his teenage years.
One day, while walking through the forest, he found a smoking hole with a ball of shiny rock in it. He mined out the metal, and brought it back to the blacksmith's shop. Once there he forged himself a set of armor from the metal, and made his sword from a diamond-meteorite alloy. Finally, he grew old enough to be initiated into the Templar, and is now setting out into the world on his first mission of purity.
Whitelist App OOC (Out of character) IGN - TrevorNP Age - 16 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 8 hours Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yep ill get this there teamspek Have you read the rules? - Yes. Why do you want to join our server? - Because I have friends who play and want a new server.
IC (In character) Name - Petruchio Race - Blood Elf Age - 1337 Gender - M
RP example - Thief/Serial Killer/Fugitive
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Petruchio is was a small boy when his parents died. He was originally from Italy and had friends named Hortensio and Vincentio. He fell into a life of thievery losing the few friends he had. He stole and killed for any reason at all and showed no mercy. He started slow by killing small animals. He would torture them slowly eventually finishing them off.
This was just the beginning. He decided it was time to move to bigger game. He waited for the right moment and pounced. Blood. Blood everywhere. He heard the guards coming and has been on the run ever since while maintaining his ways of murder and thievery.
Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
IGN- Hat_Master
Age- 14
Time You Can Dedicate To Server Weekly - I can go on about every day for several hours at a time at the most; at least 2-3 hours a day (not including weekends)
Do You Have Teamspeak? - Yes
Have You Read The Rules? - Yes
Why Do You Want To Join Our Server? - My friend Dazrios (that's his IGN) and I wanted to find a kewl RP server and so we wanna try this out.
IC
Name - Ramzee Vriskain
Race - Dark Elf
Age - (I'm not really sure what the dark elf max age is in this world so I'm just gonna say 23 in human years)
Gender - Male
Rp Example- *you see a black colored man step out of the shadows* Ramzee: Hello there...*he stares at you inquiringly*
Bio:
From birth he was a slave. His mother and father finding love in one of the many mining villages guarded by the humans, they soon brought just another slave into the world it seemed. Deemed Ramzee Vriskain, he was the pride and joy of his parents, names unknown. However, Ramzee was a weak, sickly child; unable to do labor, his foremans planned a culling for him and the other disabled or weak children. Ramzee's parents couldn't let that happen, in a desperate attempt to save him, they brought up a riot among the camp, chaos reigned and Ramzee as well as the other children and many other slaves escaped; none being his parents. Some escaped, tohers slain, but Ramzee knew he had to run. The humans never saw him again.
What little childhood afterwards that Ramzee could recall was filled of peril and suffering. So little food besides the forage from the shrubs and forests, wolves, bears, other creatures, he ran from them all. Fighting for his life, he earned self-taught fighting techniques. These soon seemed useless, as the rambunctious Ramzee had discovered a city, and started a new living off of stealing from unwary humans. One day, it was put to rest. Ramzee was caught, but spared, given mercy and thrown back into the forest, never seen near the place again. Now what has brought him to Akantor? One lonely night, after visiting a camp of sellswords and traveling bards and merchants, learned of a land holding treasure and prosperity to those who are strong enough. Ramzee couldn't pass up this oppurtunity, so gathering what he had, he set off in search of the land. A man grown now, he had found it. Now he would begin his new life, adventure, and hopefully treasure-filled...in Akantor.
___________________________________________________
Came up with that on the spot, sorry if it's a bit rough, I made up a new character with this. Thanks for your time!
Chris
14
Monday-Friday and possibly weekends
Yes i have teamspeak
Yes i have read the rules
I like to partake in rping
Daz
Human
21
Male
Example- Daz:*walking down the long dirt road with only the dim moonlight to guide him when suddenly three men stop him*
Stranger: Give us your valuables.*Pulls out a great sword*
Daz: No. *The feeling returns once again*
Stranger: Have it your way. *Raises sword up into the air and slashes downward*
Daz:*Without a moments hesitation he disarms the attacker and uses the weapon to cut off his head, stab the second attacker through the chest and cleave a deep gash in the third attacker's neck and continues walking, leaving them to die*
Daz is 5'11 with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He grew up in a nice little town that was quiet and peaceful. Then a group of bandits moved next to it and they would raid the town weekly. They would take women from the town along with supplies, and one day they took his best friend Ashley. He went after them and when he saw what they did to her he completely lost it and killed them all. This was the first time he noticed his fighting instinct. But there was something else there as well, something unexplainable. It was as if something gave him power in his rage. He became incredibly fast and strong. After that, he felt as though he was endangering everyone in the town so he left. He moved to a nearby city and trained to be a warrior and surpassed everyone very quickly. Then he felt the feeling coming back so he left the city and ventured out into the world on a quest to find out what this feeling, this evil, destructive feeling that empowered him was. He soon found himself in Akanotr. This is were his quest begun.
Dazrios
14
Monday-Friday and possibly weekends
Yes i have teamspeak
Yes i have read the rules
I like to partake in rping
Daz
Human
21
Male
Example- Daz:*walking down the long dirt road with only the dim moonlight to guide him when suddenly three men stop him*
Stranger: Give us your valuables.*Pulls out a great sword*
Daz: No. *The feeling returns once again*
Stranger: Have it your way. *Raises sword up into the air and slashes downward*
Daz:*Without a moments hesitation he disarms the attacker and uses the weapon to cut off his head, stab the second attacker through the chest and cleave a deep gash in the third attacker's neck and continues walking, leaving them to die*
Daz is 5'11 with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He grew up in a nice little town that was quiet and peaceful. Then a group of bandits moved next to it and they would raid the town weekly. They would take women from the town along with supplies, and one day they took his best friend Ashley. He went after them and when he saw what they did to her he completely lost it and killed them all. This was the first time he noticed his fighting instinct. But there was something else there as well, something unexplainable. It was as if something gave him power in his rage. He became incredibly fast and strong. After that, he felt as though he was endangering everyone in the town so he left. He moved to a nearby city and trained to be a warrior and surpassed everyone very quickly. Then he felt the feeling coming back so he left the city and ventured out into the world on a quest to find out what this feeling, this evil, destructive feeling that empowered him was. He soon found himself in Akanotr. This is were his quest begun.
We currently "under work"
Nawh, not you. But most of the Enclave were KoSing newfags
Accepted! I love your application and im glad to accept you to the team!
I wish you were the one who accepted my app, you always say nice things to the people who get accepted mostly
Lol
Thanks lol Im glad you feel that way!
IGN - AGiantPie
Age - 15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 7-15 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yes
Have you read the rules? - Yes
Why do you want to join our server? - I like to roleplay, and this server has a great, and fleshed out lore.
IC (In character)
Name - Eldeween Tinkhelii
Race - Elf
Age - 236
Gender - Male
RP example -
Eldeween: *Eldeween unsheathes his glimmering sword and asks* "Who goes there?"
Robber: "None of your business, boy! Now scram before you get hurt!"
Eldeween: *Eldeween steps forward and raises his blade* "It is my business now, I won't let you steal from innocent people."
Robber: "You asked for it" *He slashes at Eldeween's upper right arm with his dagger*
Eldeween: *Eldeween dodges to the left and stabs at the Robber's abdomen* Etc.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Eldeween was born into an order of secretive religious warriors called the Templar. His mother and father were both elves, and his father was well known throughout the order as a great warrior. He trained Eldeween as he was growing up, and Eldeween always enjoyed the training sessions. He dreamed of being just like his father when he grew up, and aspired to reach the tops of the Templar ranks. The order was still secret, and he had to get a job or the people of his town would get suspicious. Eldeween was apprenticed to a blacksmith, and learned the trade over his teenage years.
One day, while walking through the forest, he found a smoking hole with a ball of shiny rock in it. He mined out the metal, and brought it back to the blacksmith's shop. Once there he forged himself a set of armor from the metal, and made his sword from a diamond-meteorite alloy. Finally, he grew old enough to be initiated into the Templar, and is now setting out into the world on his first mission of purity.
Only evil monsters. And my character is 10 because I want to show even little boys can do stuff, not just sitting around eating cupcakes :P. And bigger bio i can do. I dont really feel like doing whole applciation over so I'll just make a better bio right here.
BIO:
I am Firen, an Elf from a large jungle known to some people as Seryl. I live with my brother Ilou, and my mom. My father was snatched when i was 5 by monsters. I can vaguely remember the event, but he didn't go down witha fight. *shudders* But anyways, the monsters have reinvaded the jungle, and my family and I hid in an old deserted graveyard by a massive tree. The tree was strange. it was glowing ominously. Apparently the monsters hated that tree. Then we got a little curous about the graveyard. We started digging up graves and found my dad's skeleton. Now, I'll never forget that moment. A large monster (they slightly resembled enderman) sprang at Ilou, and the soul of Dad went into the monster, and knocked it out. Turns out my dad was a Soul Eryix, a master of the Soul arts, which are deeply frowned upon in Seryl. One of the reasons is there is always soemthing bad after it happens: In this case, Ilou dies, than his soul goes into the body of a wolf. Father saved my life, but killed his other son in return. (turns out i was his favorite) Now Ilou and father's soul reside in one body: Mine. My mother died after from a disease, and now I am alone. Frowned upon by those of Seryl, I roam Akantor, looking for someone to accept my origins. I found a wolf. Other than Ilou and father, he is all i have.
Hope you liked it! Anyways, sorry about the constant fail apps
IGN- Hat_Master
Age- 14
Time You Can Dedicate To Server Weekly - I can go on about every day for several hours at a time at the most; at least 2-3 hours a day (not including weekends)
Do You Have Teamspeak? - Yes
Have You Read The Rules? - Yes
Why Do You Want To Join Our Server? - My friend Dazrios (that's his IGN) and I wanted to find a kewl RP server and so we wanna try this out.
IC
Name - Ramzee Vriskain
Race - Dark Elf
Age - (I'm not really sure what the dark elf max age is in this world so I'm just gonna say 23 in human years)
Gender - Male
Rp Example- *you see a black colored man step out of the shadows* Ramzee: Hello there...*he stares at you inquiringly*
Bio:
From birth he was a slave. His mother and father finding love in one of the many mining villages guarded by the humans, they soon brought just another slave into the world it seemed. Deemed Ramzee Vriskain, he was the pride and joy of his parents, names unknown. However, Ramzee was a weak, sickly child; unable to do labor, his foremans planned a culling for him and the other disabled or weak children. Ramzee's parents couldn't let that happen, in a desperate attempt to save him, they brought up a riot among the camp, chaos reigned and Ramzee as well as the other children and many other slaves escaped; none being his parents. Some escaped, tohers slain, but Ramzee knew he had to run. The humans never saw him again.
What little childhood afterwards that Ramzee could recall was filled of peril and suffering. So little food besides the forage from the shrubs and forests, wolves, bears, other creatures, he ran from them all. Fighting for his life, he earned self-taught fighting techniques. These soon seemed useless, as the rambunctious Ramzee had discovered a city, and started a new living off of stealing from unwary humans. One day, it was put to rest. Ramzee was caught, but spared, given mercy and thrown back into the forest, never seen near the place again. Now what has brought him to Akantor? One lonely night, after visiting a camp of sellswords and traveling bards and merchants, learned of a land holding treasure and prosperity to those who are strong enough. Ramzee couldn't pass up this oppurtunity, so gathering what he had, he set off in search of the land. A man grown now, he had found it. Now he would begin his new life, adventure, and hopefully treasure-filled...in Akantor.
___________________________________________________
Came up with that on the spot, sorry if it's a bit rough, I made up a new character with this. Thanks for your time!
14
Monday-Friday and possibly weekends
Yes i have teamspeak
Yes i have read the rules
I like to partake in rping
Daz
Human
21
Male
Example- Daz:*walking down the long dirt road with only the dim moonlight to guide him when suddenly three men stop him*
Stranger: Give us your valuables.*Pulls out a great sword*
Daz: No. *The feeling returns once again*
Stranger: Have it your way. *Raises sword up into the air and slashes downward*
Daz:*Without a moments hesitation he disarms the attacker and uses the weapon to cut off his head, stab the second attacker through the chest and cleave a deep gash in the third attacker's neck and continues walking, leaving them to die*
Daz is 5'11 with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He grew up in a nice little town that was quiet and peaceful. Then a group of bandits moved next to it and they would raid the town weekly. They would take women from the town along with supplies, and one day they took his best friend Ashley. He went after them and when he saw what they did to her he completely lost it and killed them all. This was the first time he noticed his fighting instinct. But there was something else there as well, something unexplainable. It was as if something gave him power in his rage. He became incredibly fast and strong. After that, he felt as though he was endangering everyone in the town so he left. He moved to a nearby city and trained to be a warrior and surpassed everyone very quickly. Then he felt the feeling coming back so he left the city and ventured out into the world on a quest to find out what this feeling, this evil, destructive feeling that empowered him was. He soon found himself in Akanotr. This is were his quest begun.
OOC (Out of character)
IGN - TrevorNP
Age - 16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 8 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If not, will you get it? - Yep ill get this there teamspek
Have you read the rules? - Yes.
Why do you want to join our server? - Because I have friends who play and want a new server.
IC (In character)
Name - Petruchio
Race - Blood Elf
Age - 1338
Gender - M
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
Accepted your app was ok.
Your are already accepted.
Im sorry to inform you but you are denied.
Accepted Welcome toAkantor
Please read the rules Denied.
14
Monday-Friday and possibly weekends
Yes i have teamspeak
Yes i have read the rules
I like to partake in rping
Daz
Human
21
Male
Example- Daz:*walking down the long dirt road with only the dim moonlight to guide him when suddenly three men stop him*
Stranger: Give us your valuables.*Pulls out a great sword*
Daz: No. *The feeling returns once again*
Stranger: Have it your way. *Raises sword up into the air and slashes downward*
Daz:*Without a moments hesitation he disarms the attacker and uses the weapon to cut off his head, stab the second attacker through the chest and cleave a deep gash in the third attacker's neck and continues walking, leaving them to die*
Daz is 5'11 with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He grew up in a nice little town that was quiet and peaceful. Then a group of bandits moved next to it and they would raid the town weekly. They would take women from the town along with supplies, and one day they took his best friend Ashley. He went after them and when he saw what they did to her he completely lost it and killed them all. This was the first time he noticed his fighting instinct. But there was something else there as well, something unexplainable. It was as if something gave him power in his rage. He became incredibly fast and strong. After that, he felt as though he was endangering everyone in the town so he left. He moved to a nearby city and trained to be a warrior and surpassed everyone very quickly. Then he felt the feeling coming back so he left the city and ventured out into the world on a quest to find out what this feeling, this evil, destructive feeling that empowered him was. He soon found himself in Akanotr. This is were his quest begun.
My Mood: BUSTING TO PLAY!!! xD
Glad to hear it the player count is based majority around american time JS.