Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Horium
Class: Weaponsmaster
Physical description: Tall, well built, muscualar. He's rather slow, can't run that fast. Grey hair, grey beard. Pale eyes. Looks rather grizzled.
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Drake was born into a broken home. His mother recieved daily beatings from his father, an alcoholic and drug abuser. He'd beat Drake as well. He feared his father, yet he was rubbing off on him. By age 12, Drake was beating his mother as well. The day his father walked in on this, instead of beating him, he gave him a pat of the head, and then proceeded to slap his wife across the face. Drake would grow up in that home, stewing in his father's evil. At age 16, Drake's mother had died under suspicious sircumstances last year. His father, now old and overcome by an unforscene illness.
Drake's father hacked. "Get me some whiskey, boy.. Cold in here."
Drake stared at him with cold eyes and a thin smile.
"Well, what are you waiting for? GET ME MY WHISK--" His father's sentence was cut short by a dagger sunk into his stomach.
"--What are you doing, swine.." His father croaked.
"Never you mind, father.. I'll go get your whiskey" Drake said this with a smile on his face.
Drake returned with his father's whiskey, pouring it into his father's mouth. His father was in great pain. He looked shocked by the events that had just taken place. His eyes began to shut, and eventaully he had stopped drinking the whiskey. It just overflew out of his mouth. He had stopped breathing.
Drake retrieved his dagger from his father's stomach. Whiping the blood onto his shirt. "Rest easy, you sick, twisted man."
He left his home, joining a group of bandits on the road. They robbed travellers and raided small settlements on the Horium-Khazi border.
Years later, here he is, in the drug trade. He had multiple pawns selling his drugs to children and burnt out druggies. One merchant though, Garth. Garth broke away from Drake, taking a good deal of Autumn Leaves with him. Drake wasn't about to let this happen. He set out to catch Garth, put him in his place, and retrieve his shipment.
Drake, though he doesn't know it, is extremely lucky. He left Horium one week before it fell to the necromancers. This leaves Drake with Garth, his Autumn Leaves, and the people of Roland's Basin. Gotta set up shop somewhere, right?
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Get rich off the poor people of Roland's Basin. Setting up a drug trade within the town. Getting back at Garth.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He's very stocky and muscular. He's obsessed with power, domination over those around him. Ruthless. Cruel.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): He's 40, pretty old. He cannot run very fast. He's too quick to resort to violence, to killing. His bloodlust sometimes takes priority over other things on his agenda.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: n/a. Idealy, I'll be setting up a drug circle. Perhaps a new faction.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Garth
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
"Isn't that cute.." *A thin, dark smile appears on his face*
*Drake Waits for the men to leave, before approaching the girl*
"Alright there, lass?"
*She sniffles* "I.. They.." *The girl breaks down crying*
"Aye.. come here, this can all be fixed.."
*Drake pulls out some Autumn Leaves.* "Here.. They can fix this.."
*Drake Will attempt to hook the girl on Autumn Leaves, gaining dominance over her and incorporating her into his drug circle.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Drake, nearly starving at this point as he stumbled upon the settlement. He mugs the first person he sees with a bit of food or coin. He makes his way out of the settlement once his supplies are in order. He makes no attempt to even hide the body.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Drake kicks the man in the ribs as he walks by, laughing. *
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Drake leaves the tavern and waits for the man to exit.*
*As the man exits, now much worse then 'slightly inebriated,' Drake pulls him into the alley behind the tavern.*
"Wh-Get off meh.." *he chuckles* "Your mother is a --" *he is interupted as Drakes blade pierces his stomach*
*Drake wrestles him to the ground, his hands wrapped around the man's fat neck.*
"My mother is a what?"
*The man cannot say anything. Drake has begun to strangle him.*
*Whether he died from the blade in his stomach or Drake's strangling, doesn't matter, Drake is pleased. An easy, yet satisfing kill..*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Drake glances back at the woman he had just passed*
*A thin smile appears on his face. He follows the woman*
*He follows her down the dimmly lit streets.*
*The woman takes odd routs, her and Drake pass the same building three times..*
"She knows." *he thinks to himself, his thin smile has grown wider. He lives for the thrill of the hunt.*
*The woman makes a wrong turn, turning into an alley way. A dead end.*
*The woman stops like a deer in Drake's headlight's*
*He draws a stiletto dagger, making his way towards the trapped woman*
Drake: "Your necklace is beautiful.. I couldn't help myself.."
Woman: "Oh.. Oh, thankyou!" *she laughs awkwardly*
D: *He takes another step towards her, his stiletto dagger akimbo at his side. He extends his hand* "Give it to me."
W: "I.. It's.. No.. *she laughs awkwardly again* Th-This.. Is mine." *An even awkwarder smile appears on her face*
D: *Drake takes another step towards her, twirling his dagger in his hand*
W: "G-GUARDS! GUARDS! ANYONE, PLEASE! HELP!"
D: *Thinking to himself* "She needs disposed of.." *He rushes the woman, pushing her up against the wall. His hand over her mouth.*
W: *muffled noises*
D: *Drake stabs the woman multiple times.*
*The woman lies dead in the alley. Drake grabs what he came for. Her necklace.*
*He walks calmly away from the scene*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Well, see, that blood would most probably be a one use thing, as having a 1 shot KO sword is ALOT Op. But first you'll have to explain what this "Fiend" actually is... A demon, or something?
(Op = Overpowered, BTW)
Yea sure I guess it could be a demon. The last rpg I played there were several groups of demon like creatures all under the heading of fiend, kinda forgot that we weren't using the same creatures in our world :). So, some sort of "evil hellmonster".
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief skin.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. From a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. Around 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a larger town's Borut who was interested in a new constellation Samuel had discovered. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. Many were better than him, but he was still a young man around the age of 35. Later on at 42, he moved to Roland's bowl fearing all of the hype and brutal chaos of the world surrounding him. He has lived there for the past 14 years.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.) *Cracking his neck, Samuel looks at the candle resting on his handmade wooden desk, watching the wax slowly burn. He closes his eyes, going back to his map infront of him of the stars.* "I'm simply not seeing it, Darian." *Darian, Samuel's assistant sighs, looking at the map pointing at a large object in the sky poorly etched in* "Right there, Samuel. I'm telling you, it is round and very large. It cannot be a star. It is too close, I saw it from my telescope last night. You simply have to see it with your own eyes!" *Samuel nods, slightly interested, but needing to move on.* "Well show it to me tonight, do more research on it in the private library. I have to get back to a theory I am looking into from an admired philosopher from Ragnau, an old friend of mine." *Darian nods, leaving the room without announcing his departure.*
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement. *Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough. *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar." *Samuel nods, sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.*Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging. The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.." *Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these." *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street. Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I accidently made an extra IC scene not realizing you had given me some to act out. I figured I'd include it. - *Cracking his neck, Samuel looks at the candle resting on his handmade wooden desk, watching the wax slowly burn. He closes his eyes, going back to his map infront of him of the stars.* "I'm simply not seeing it, Darian." *Darian, Samuel's assistant sighs, looking at the map pointing at a large object in the sky poorly etched in* "Right there, Samuel. I'm telling you, it is round and very large. It cannot be a star. It is too close, I saw it from my telescope last night. You simply have to see it with your own eyes!" *Samuel nods, slightly interested, but needing to move on.* "Well show it to me tonight, do more research on it in the private library. I have to get back to a theory I am looking into from an admired philosopher from Ragnau, an old friend of mine." *Darian nods, leaving the room without announcing his departure.*
(An application for my new character. I've already been accepted. It's Queenling1358)
Name: Asha Wystros
Age: 27
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Weaponsmaster
Physical description: Medium height, with shorter black hair and green eyes. Resembles Gaius a little bit (She is his cousin).
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Asha Wystros was born into an unlucky family. Most of that bad luck came from the Three Brothers, Victarion, Castor, and Caeron. Wystros. Castor was the oldest, Caeron the second oldest, and Victarion the third oldest. Asha was the son of Caeron. She grew up in a modest house in the middle of Javil, where she worked on a farm. Her mother had died when she was younger so she lived with her father. Her father taught her how to farm and the work it required made her stronger than most girls her age. As the years went on, however, her father, Caeron Wystros became older and stopped working on the farm. Instead, he worked in his laboratory. He was an alchemist, known in their village for being slightly insane. Asha would not see this insanity until much later.
Growing up, Asha did not know many kids. She was often called "hotheaded" and "stubborn" by people who knew her, but she didn't understand. She just hated it when people tried to correct her. Was it so wrong? Asha did not have much of a family to council her when she was younger, and therefore had behavior problems. Her eldest uncle, Castor Wystros had left the family after getting into an argument with Caeron and Victarion. He even went on to change his name to "Ballet" after marrying his wife, Juliet Ballet. Asha never understood why her uncles and father never got along, but their always seemed to be some sort of unspoken tension between them. One time this tension made itself especially clear was during a "family reunion". Her uncle Victarion, as well as her other uncle Castor and his son and wife came to her house. Castor and Victarion seemed to get along rather well, but only cold stares stood between Caeron and Victarion. Asha got along well with Castor's son, Gaius, however, who was only a little younger than her.
That would be the last time she would ever see Gaius or Castor. She would not see her uncle, Victarion in a while either. Until then, she was forced to watch her own father descend deeper and deeper into ruthlessness, cruelty, and insanity as he began to lock himself in his laboratory for longer and longer hours of the day. Sometimes he would bring in animals to test whatever concoctions he created on. She could hear the screams from her room. Other times--these were just rumors, but Asha believed them--he would dig up the graves of dead children and used them for testing. Some would say that these years had more of an impact on Asha than the final year she spent with him. The year he died. She was in her teens, realizing what it was to be a woman. She needed someone to talk to, someone to confide in. She had nobody, and so she relied on herself.
It all ended the day her uncle Victarion returned. He had a sword in his hands, his eyes cold as ice. He opened the door and asked Asha where her father was. Asha responded, telling her uncle that she hadn't seen him in years and that a simple "hello" would be nice. Victarion merely shoved her out of the way and forcefully kicked the door open. The door that led into Caeron's laboratory. Asha would have nightmares about that night. She would always be able to remember the screams. The way her uncles had yelled at each other. Victarion yelled at Caeron, telling him that his wife was dead, and that nothing he could do would bring her back. Caeron would retaliate, calling Victarion a "nonbeliever" and a "faithless idiot". The two stormed up to where Asha was sitting, hiding under the table. Victarion had unsheathed his greatsword.
"You did WHAT?" Victarion roared.
"There were no more bodies." Caeron responded simply. It was then that Asha noticed the crimson blood on her father's shirt. Asha would forever try to erase the memory of the next moment from her mind, but she could not. Victarion impaled Caeron through the chest, twisting his sword, then pulling it out and kicking Caeron's body to the ground. He turned to Asha, his icy blue eyes filled with rage. He stared at her for a split second, then turned away and left.
Asha would later discover that his uncle had murdered a child. A helpless, defenseless child to obtain another dead body to test his "revival potion" on him. She did not know what to do. She cried for her uncle, for the child, for Victarion, for the people who used to live in the town, but left when they found out what her father was doing. She was totally and utterly lost. She traveled from town to town, serving as a mercenary for some, a cupbearer for others. Roland's Basin is just another one of those towns. Maybe she'll get lucky and find her only surviving uncle: Victarion Wystros. She has a lot to ask him...
(sorry for the lack of specificity, but there's a lot that Asha doesn't know about her childhood)
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She wants to find her uncle Victarion and question him about her childhood. She wants to know what caused the bad blood between her uncles, and find out how exactly her mother died. Victarion, she believes, knows the answer to both.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She's very headstrong and determined. Once she has an idea, she is not likely to change her mind. She is also rather strong, due to working on a farm as a child and teenager, and then later serving as a mercenary.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): She can be stubborn to the point of stupidity, and is also not good at making friends.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? Probably not.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Victarion (gamer's new char)
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *Asha watches the scene, trying to decide what to do. She decides to defeat the armored men, being reminded of the times when she was a small child and defenseless against the rages of her uncles fighting one another* Asha: Leave her alone! *unsheathes her sword* Thug 1: Or what? Asha: *doesn't answer, taking the Thug's response as a challenge. She runs towards the two thugs, pushing the girl out of the way and slashing at one of the thugs* Thug 2: Woah! She's actually pret-- *is cut off when Asha swings the sword at his leg. He slams his sword down at the same time as his partner. Asha: *Mutters a string of curses* I should have thought this out a bit more... Thug 1: *Easily deflects Asha's attacks with his sword and then raises his arms again, preparing for a huge strike* Asha: *Stabs the thug through the stomach before he has a chance to lower his blade. She then turns to the other thug, who is staring at her with a mixture of horror and surprise* Well? What are you staring at? *Notices that the girl is still behind her* You idiot! Run!
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement. *Nearly starving, Asha notices a fairly wealthy looking man walking down the road. Murmuring "I'm sorry", she sneaks up behind the man and slams his head with her fist. The man falls unconscious. She takes a bit of the food and eats it, and then takes a bit more for later. She leaves the rest in his sac and carefully moves him next to a tree, trying her best to clean his wound*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. *Asha wordlessly tosses the man a coin, not even looking at him, and continues on her way*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother:
Asha: *Asha turns to the man* Uhm, what was that?
Fellow: You 'eard meh. What, you de-- *Is punched in the mouth by Asha*
Asha: What was it that you said to me? Say it to my face.
Fellow: *Is recovering from the blow to his mouth. Spits blood onto the floor, but remains silent*
Asha: That's better. *continues to drink her ale*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears *Asha notices the necklace. It is a bright green, like her eyes*
Asha: Excuse me, miss? Where did you get that necklace?
Woman: I got it from a jeweler. It was awful expensive, but it was worth it. *points Asha in the direction of the jeweler's shop*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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thecreeperslayer - Your OOC stuff is correct but your bio lacks details and does not reach the minimum amount of words. Try to go at least 350 words. Also, your ICR should be setup as it was in the example. (Here's a small example.)
Man: *Looks at the old man and frowns. He checks his pockets, only to find them empty.* It should be longer though.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief skin.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. His mother was a stay at home mom, like most women of his time and in his village. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. As a child, he often dreamed of becoming a fierce warrior, defending Ragnau on it's fronts. Soon that all changed. a From a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. Around the age of 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a larger town's Borut who was interested in a new exciting constellation Samuel had discovered. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. Many were better than him, but he was still a young man around the age of 35. He had built up a very large library and a number of connections which would aid him later in life. He soon heard of the anarchy going on in all of the kingdoms. He feared it. Due to his fears, he moved on at 42, he moved to Roland's bowl fearing all of the hype and brutal chaos of the world surrounding him. He has lived there for the past 14 years.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Samuel: *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Samuel:*Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough. Inkeeper: *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar." Samuel: *Nodding, he sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Samuel: *Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging. Bum:The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.." Samuel:*Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these." Bum: *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street. Samuel: *Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Samuel: *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
Samuel: *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I fixed my app, took out the last scene as I didn't feel like fixing it too. I know what you mean in terms of this RP I'm just not used to it and find it impractical. Everything is fixed though.
Chocolate brown hair that drapes over one shoulder, a bright shirt with a darker wing symbol on the back. A golden talisman with a teal jewel inside. A white rose tucked in her hair. Ripped cloth pants with brown boots. mix-matched eyes of teal and green
Pippa was born to a loving family, it consisted of her, her baby brother, her father, and her mother! They were all taken care of just fine. Her father was a fishermen, the best in their neighborhood! Pippa's mother was a baker, not as good as some, but still relatively skilled! Pippa's family always had food on the table, and they ate well. Due to some left-over funds, Pippa had gone out to run a couple of errands. On her way to the market place she noticed a crowd and the strange but enticing melody emanating from the core of it.
Pushing and elbowing her way through to the center, she found something grand. There was a woman, more beautiful than any other woman she had seen before, and what she was gingerly playing, she soon came to learn was a violin. Pippa became intoxicated by the tune, and quickly saved up her money to buy one of her very own! Her parents were very disappointed in her, using their money for her own gain. But they gradually accepted the fact that their daughter was a skilled violinist in teh making, and began to support her passion by appointing her daily lessons and buying her little knick knacks only the proffesionals use. Pippa spent most of her time exploring the forest,
finding little clearings where she could play her amazing self symphonies in peace. The small girl had never gotten tired of playing this instrument, and with each passing day she got progressively better. So much more skilled that by now, at age 9, she was the one dancing around on the podium, surrounded by crowds. This kept up a good allowance for Pippa, earning money from her performances. Though, all good things come to an end. People were loosing interest in her skills, seeing and hearing the exact same thing every signle day. She needed to step up her performance. She poured herself into finding a new hobby, a new talent. It smacked her right in the face when she found it, the art of illusion. Once she figured out being a magician could also liven up her act, she spent countless years learning new tricks and perfecting them with her own little flourish! She had reached age 18 when she was done her countless days of practicing and learning. She couldn't wait to try out her new tricks! When she gathered her things on stage she began. Pulling fuzzy animals out of her make-shift hat. Making a beautiful bouquet of flowers appear from a 'wand' she had fashioned out of a stick. She even went so far as to try new illusions way beyond her grasp, which obviously failed. Despite her constant slip-ups this got the crowd roaring, Pippa finally began to feel accepted once again.
Like all good things, her magic act slowly faded in interest and Pippa was no longer gaining income from her acts. It came the time where she had to move. She made her journey to a small village called Jasper. It was small, grey, and desperately needing some life. IT was almost like a ghost town. Without hesitation Pippa set up her small stage. Soon after she began her violin solo crowds began to form. Pippa watched with the eye on an eagle as people pitched money into her violin's case. She continued this routine for days until she had soon found out she wasn't the only one brigning life to this otherwise dreary town. There were two others, a man and a woman. We each brought up a good amount of income, but we weren't satisfied. It was mroe or less a competition to see who could get the most out of their crowd. Pippa stroked her violin liek she neve had before, adding a few signiature twirls to blend nicely with her composition. A couple to a few days later the male, Charon, offered to do a little duet to see who could rake in the most cash. It was an amazing battle of the muses, both Pippa and Charon retrieving an insane amount of gold. After the act, they realised they both had a major talent that could gain them an beautiful amount of wealth if they worked together. They were soon accompanied by the other woman, Charlotte, who made their wealth sky-rocket. The trio played for many months, years even. That was before things started going to hell!
There were endless explosions, invasions of wierd undead creatures. Not to mention the deaths of many. Charon, Charlotte and Pippa all escaped through a back road leading to somewhere unknown. Of course they probably would've head back home, but there was a sudden urge to escape there, to Roland's Basin. There, they thought, there was where we would be safe.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To become famous and wealthy
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
She happens to be very charismatic, so she gets along well with most level-headed people. She's agile, quick to disappear from disputes if need be. She happens to be a magician, she can perform little illusions that may distract some.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
She's very silent most of the time, unless she's on stage she's usually jsut wandering around absent mindedly. She's also not the instant aspect of strong.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
I don't predict that she will, but this decision could easily change as I enter the server
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
She's part of a trio of bards called 'Echoes of Hope' (The characters are played by Welk and Madame_Sukii)
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
-Ignore the dispute and keep walking, confronting them will be a horrible idea, considering she can barely hold her own in a fight. She would simply forget about it later on as if it was just a dream.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
-Check for any sign of residents and if not, raid the house. If someone actually resides there, offer to play a few tunes or do a few tricks for a bundle of food. Then she will ask if there's any way she can repay the man/woman who helped her
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
-If she has some food on her, she would sit with the man, sharing the food and holding a bit of conversation, then she would invite the old man to her home, so he can clean himself up and have a nice warm meal before he set off again.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
-Simply ignore the man, obviously he has no idea what he's saying and he deserves not one bit of Pippa's attention. She would go back to her drink/meal as if nothing had ever happened.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
-Pippa would politely ask where she had gotten the necklace, and she would see if she could buy it. If not, Pippa would simply continue on her way. A little down-hearted, but not terribly phased.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? : IronicArgentia
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, I agree to abide by all rules listed 100%
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: When you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge when in character. From past experience, it's an extremely irritating thing.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing in character, it's like developing a story with several people. LARPing, if you will.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If the other player agrees to it in an RP setting.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: anytime, but you must use parenthesis to show it that it is OOC content.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages, or people given the ability by the Undergods, or admins. It can be worked out as long as there is RP lore surrounding it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Being pushed there by the invading undead armies.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are monuments stocked with resources for a faction with the favor of said god to harness and harvest.
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I played on The Ender Triumvirate, and The Kingdoms.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The Ender Triumvirate- I left because it was disbanded. The kingdoms- I left because it was disbanded.
Character Information
Name: Scorn Blackgulch (adopted named, original name Mor'kul the Betrayed)
Age: 35
Race or Nationality : Khazi-Un
Class:
Physical description: Wearing a sand colored tunic, two red eyes glow from the shadow that situates upon his face beneath his hood, his skin is an eerie shade of grey, unusual for a man of Khazi-un. He gives off the aura of pestilence and forgotten sorrows. He is light on his feet, but walks in shifty long strides. He inspires uneasiness as his face is never shown, and two gleaming orbs or red give a glassy gaze that never dies. He speaks in a scratchy monotone that makes men's skin crawl. In short, he is mysterious and gives of an aura of loathing and decay.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography:
The bandits did not disturb Mor'kul, no. He reveled in the cruelty and callous of the ruffians, even having his own band of brigands to plunder the lands. He was no different from any of them. His sole purpose in life was to take, to consume, and his own gang was called The Consumption. He was known for his great cruelty. Those who tried to stop him, were skinned and used as rugs. Mor'kul had riches, women, and men by the plenty. When Dravion, one of few he respected (and feared) came to him. Offering armies and eternal life, Mor'kul couldn't turn him down. Learning the Magic of Death, Mor'kul helped Dravion in his creation of his unholy legions. However, Dravion did not Mor'kul after he stole his armies, and turned them into undead abominations. Mor'kul was cursed, and cast into exile. Constantly hunted by the demons of his past, Mor'kul earned the monicker Betrayed. With each passing year, he loses amounts of his humanity and grows colder and more dead inside as his soul is slowly siphoned away and fed to the Undead masses. He eventually wandered enough to leave the warm sands of Khazi-un, to get away from the memories of his old life. His cruelty is still there, but reserved for Drazion. He has promised to re-instigate the Consumption and destroy Drazion.
However, all isn't lost for Mor'kul. He nears Roland's Basin, and has adopted a new name. Scorn Blackgulch. He holds his hatred in, and uses it in his combat and agility. Mor'kul the Betrayed has faded in history. Scorn, Scorn Blackgulch shall be the new leader of Consumption, and he will be the hammer that drives the stake into Dravion's heart.
What is your character’s main goal? : To recreate his gang of bandits, and end the tyranny of Dravion, and reclaim the title of Dread Bandit.
Strengths :
1.Adept in fighting with blades, delivering rending blows with daggers or swords. Be it dirk or claymore, he can make a killing blow with ease.
2.Small knowledge in Rites and Rituals of the Magic of Death, such as communing with spirits and summoning ghosts and undead. The power grows stronger as his curse worsens.
3.Causing pain, mentally and physically. Flaying his enemies has given him a good knowledge about the human body. He knows how to torture his victims. He also knows the human mind inside and out, and can near drive a man insane. Could be classified as a Sociopath.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
1. Melancholy and depression. His past haunts him, causing him to go in and out of chronic depression, that slows him down and makes it difficult to communicate.
2. Dravion's Curse. Each year, he grows closer and closer to becoming something closer to demon than human, it causes bouts of considerable rage and destructiveness.
3. Light armor. Wearing light armor increases his dexterity and agility, but makes him susceptible to heavy weapons.
4. Paranoid Schizophrenia. He often has walking nightmares, usually some sort of undead monster. This could be brought on by Dravion's curse, or simply his personality disorder. He's not really sure. It causes him to be unstable and near unreliable, and extremely dangerous.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: No, I'm hoping to start my own.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? : No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
-Scorn is making his way down the street, he notices the armored men berating the young lady-
Man- "Get movin', creep. This is none of your concern"
-Scorn grimaces and reaches for his blade, about to gut the man because of his callous disrespect. He then realizes that it wouldn't be wise to pick a fight with the men."
Scorn- "It's best you just both leave, I saw two guardsmen coming this way, you want this on your hands?"
Man- "Uh.. No." -Scorn sees the men's discomfort, as he gazes into his eyes, unblinking-
Other Man "Who are..."
Scorn- "Just get moving"
-The men hurredly rush away, peeking back at the strange Khazi-un man-
Scorn- "Young miss. Give me every coin in your pockets, I probably just saved your live, and your maidenhood. If you will not oblige, I just might have to take something else"
-Scorn walks away with a coinpurse, satisfied and filled with a bloodlust not yet filled-
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
-Scorn notices a fire and several small huts, and rushes over-
-he sees that no one is around, and steals some food from a small chest-
Man-"You, there, in the hood, get up and state your buisness."
-Scorn ignores him-
-the man grabs his tunic, and pulls him aside-
Scorn- "Risky, risky, tsk tsk tsk"
-Scorn delivers a quick blow to the throat of the man with his fist, and runs off-
Scorn: "It didn't have to end like that" (in his inner monolouge)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
-Scorn sees the old man begging, and feels a tinge of pity-
-He eyes the man down, with a solemn look on his face.-
-he approaches the man, and throws down a jewel, of semi-precious value-
Scorn- "Eat today, beggar. I've been in your place before. Good luck to you"
-Scorn feels a slight good feeling in his chest, and shrugs it off. Warmth is for the weak.-
-He walks on-
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
[I don't think this is really relevant to my OC]
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
-Scorn eyes the necklace, and bites his lip.-
-He notices the craftsmanship in the metalwork.-
-Walking behind her, as she is speaking to a drunk man in the bar, with ease, he quickly snips the leather snap of the amulet with a penknife, and grabs it with a gloved hand seconds before it hits the ground-
-He leaves, satisfied with his thieving prowess.-
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Could my character have foresight?
Could he also have the small knowledge in magic of death I mentioned?
1. The apocalypse has recently occurred, so if your character has magic in their bio, they have it no longer.
2. You may be allowed to have magic in your app, though I'd say Dravion hand-selecting you is a little much. He did offer power and eternal life to his followers, though. You would have been one of thousands that heard his call.
3. If by "Foresight" you mean future-seeing, then that would be a VERY specialized ability, and very limited. As per 1 though, were it granted, you would have lost it by the time your character comes to the Undercity where the story currently is.
4. Your app is less than 3/4s as long as the minimum. Might want to change that.
After reading this, if you still wish your character to have magic, send me a PM on our forums.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): jahredstpierre
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes i do
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
The use of a fake caracter to live a fake life.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Admins+
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: In battle!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When In turn they ask you a question or if someones cheating
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes
Who is allowed to use magic?: Wizard
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Mineing
What are the Shrines?: I do not know sorry
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have roleplayed demons war lords animals pets knights prince king mad man and thief
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Because i got too old for those games and cant remember name and people would op themselfs
Character Information
Name: jahred
Age: 15
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un):
Class: Knight
Physical description: Strong
Screen capture of your skin: Steve
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
jahred was born in a world of chaos nothing but death around him taken by a unknown stranger was raised to fight and defend himself when horror struck father that took him when he was born was murdered protecting his boy right infront of him now seeking revenge wants to destroy all that is evil.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To destroy evil
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Unable to cry or feel pain, Is a guy who doesnt want to be bothered at times, Hey keeps to himself.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Is a strong earge for companion ship (Like a pet)
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: I dont know yet
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Jahred: Hey you stop picking on that young maiden.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Jahred: Enter settlement
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Jahred: Hands some food to the old man.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Jahred: Punch his lights out
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Jahred Compliment her.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
jahred1 - Generally, when I look over apps, I try to pick out the positive aspects of the app in deciding its fate. However, your app is really a mess. I feel really bad saying this, but nearly every aspect of the application is wrong, from your definitions, your biography length, your grammar/spelling, your ICRs, and so on. I'd normally point out where applicants went wrong in their application, but I'd really just be pointing out every section of the application to you. Given the severity of this case, I ask that you do not apply again, and wish you luck in future RP server endeavors.
Dravion declared war on all other nations. Either they were with him or against him, and they chose to be against him. Not a lot of room for neutrality there, if that makes any sense.
As for weirdness: Our players are one of the strangest groups of people I have ever met. Weirdness is an entry requirement
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
7/7/2011
Posts:
371
Minecraft:
Tiffosaur
Member Details
Reviewing apps now! Please be patient it may take me a while! (*Note* My power might go out while I'm reading them apps... DAMN YOU HURRICANE! *Waves fist in the air*) ((*Another Note* Each app I deffer, decline, or accept, I'm posting immediately.))
Accepted
MissFPS -Your application is well written! Has SOME spelling mistakes but no major ones. I find bard characters VERY interesting! Can't wait to meet your new character.
Deffered
d00mbro - You have many sentences that make no sense and they seem to just go and on. I suggest you fix that. Also, in the beginning of your bio, it says he stayed to himself, to hide what he did. What DID he do? You never explained that. Finally, in OOC info, your answer to the question 'What are the Shrines?' is partly correct. What do the undergods do with the shrines?
thecreeperslayer - Your bio still lacks some, and if you were to live in the basin for 14 years, when you join, no one will know you. Also, your ICR's are still put into the wrong format. You have one more try, please fix these problems. (Not a major problem but will help you get in.)
IronicArgentina - Your bio lacks, as it's too short. I haven't dealt with a magic application before so I suggest you message Welknair.
Real-Life Age: I can't say, but I act very mature for my age.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, for sure!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Example: Me: *hides in shadows, then springs out, decapitating my target*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:Roleplaying with out of character knowledge. Say if I knew my best friend was a master archer because I had talked to him out of character, but my character did not know that, then I told someone while I was in character that my friend was an archer.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: It's tough to explain, but basically taking the identity of a fictional person and acting/typing as if you were them, usually in a game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I'm pretty sure no one, but after combing over the rules a few times, I'm still not sure whether or not owners and admins can use them. However, the common player definitely can't!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if you have spoken with the other person OOC and they have given permission.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parentheses (these!) or are in the OOC chat channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Undergods, Sages, and if you make an amazing application, normal players.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Because of the Apocalypse. It forced them into the caves, otherwise they would not have survived.
What are the Shrines?: Places owned by the Undergods stocked with resources.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Some with a game called Wizard101 when I was younger, some Minecraft RP, and a little bit of World Of Warcraft RP.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Valhalla, which I left because some players were being mean, and another server which name I can't think of, because the owner was a jerk.
Character Information
Name: Evan Flameheart
Age: 23
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: Archer
Physical description: Sommewhat muscular, but slightly skinny. He always wears red clothes and a black cloak. He is always carrying a bow and quiver stocked with as many arrows as he can get.
Screen capture of your skin: I can't post it, sorry, but I'm going to change it soon to something better suited for roleplay. It's currently mostly white, but the torso is stripes of colors.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes:
Still under construction! Hurricanes happen, and I'm afraid that my power will go out any second. Will work on this later!
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):Silentstealth
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
Yes, I Agree to abide.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
I call it god mode gaming it is when your character can do unrealistic things to other characters such as a poor peasant 1 hitting the king's best guard.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
When you use the knowledge you know from outer game sources that your character wouldn’t know to your advantage.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
It is when you take on a whole different personality and be someone who you normally wouldn’t become.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:No-one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When you are role play fighting against them.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
Private messages.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Yes, I agree to follow lore.
Who is allowed to use magic?:
The Sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?:
There was an apocalypse so they fled underground.
What are the Shrines?:
Stocked Temples filled with resources owned by the undergods.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
WoW, Runescape, Lotc
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
LOTC I left because I wanted to find something different and the roleplaying on their seemed to be limited, atleast that is my experience.
Character Information
Name:Dhorias Darksheild
Age:18
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Archer
Physical description:
A handsome young man with chocolate brown hair. He has angle blue eyes that look so innocent but you can see a slight viciousness in them. He has medium length hair and has no facial hair. He isn’t the most muscular person probably about the average muscle mass for a young man his age. He is about 6 feet tall and is pretty lean.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
His mother was a baker in the town in and his father was a miner. Being the oldest of the three children he received little to no attention. He usually spent his time wandering the luscious forest around his homeland. He preferred to stay away from people but if he came across a beautiful woman he was sure to woo her. He was glib in the stuff he said often constantly telling women he loved them though he was lying. One year after his sixteenth birthday he decided to leave home. His mother wanted him to stay and tried her best to keep him home. She Refused to let him leave and said it would be better for the whole family if he stayed. But Dhorias doesn’t take no for an answer and he felt that it was his destiny to explore the land so he could accomplish his goals. His mother forced him to go to school and attempt to become a scholar. Dhorias did not like this one bit. One day at about 3 in the morning while everyone else was sleeping he snuck out of his bedroom window. He ran to where his legs can carry him right into the small town of Aurora. Stopped by the guards he was jailed for a murder he did not even do. He spent a month in jail. Throughout that month he met a strange elderly man named Leonarde who was arrested for theft. He and Leonarde became great friends. They were released on the same date and took care of each other living in the wild. He lived with Leonarde for about a year before he planned to take off. One day when Leonarde wasn’t in the hut Dhorias decided to sneak off and officially began his adventure. He walked along for days and days until he came to another small village. At the village he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He decided to flirt with her and live with her family for a while until he decided what his next move would be. Her parents never liked him in the first place for some strange reason. About one month months after living with his “girlfriend” her parents kicked him out. Their reasoning was they knew nothing about him and where he came from. Dhorias was very frustrated at their notion and decided to continue on his adventure. He still hopes that one day he will run into the girl again and they will possibly get married
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
His main goal is to find his love and become a great archer whose name is known throughout the lands.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He can easily woo women, He is kind and generous. He is really good with bows and decent with one-handed weapons.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
He isn’t very good with battle-axes or war-hammers. He’s really quiet and can get extremely nervous around of a lot of people.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
Yes, Justice above all.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Dhorias approaches the men slowly*
*The men continue harassing the girl even after seeing Dhorias’s Approach. *
Dhorias: Can you two please leave the girl alone she clearly does not like what you are doing.
Man1: This doesn’t concern you.
Man2: Yeah, This doesn’t concern you.
Dhorias: I am sure it doesn’t but I feel the need to intervene I mean look at her she is trembling. So I ask you will you please leave this girl alone.
*Men spit near Dhorias’s feet and scurry along. *
*Dhorias says nothing to the girl and just continues along his way*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Dhorias stumbles towards the settlement*
*He Approaches a small vegetable stall*
Dhorias: I was lost in the tunnels may I ask where I am at.
Vegetable Sales Person: You have reached the settlement of Udara.
Dhorias: May I purchase some a small sack of potatoes.
Vegetable Sales Person: That would be $15 dollars.
*Dhorias pays the Sales Person and begins to chow on the potatoes.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Dhorias warningly waves at the old man. *
Dhorias: So you need food?
Old Man: Please, Kind Sir.
Dhorias: I will give you some food if you tell me the story of your life and how you ended up here.
Oldman: Sure kiddo.
*The old man tells a long but interesting story about how he used to be a great warrior and how he ended up poor. *
Dhorias: Thanks the old man for his time and gives him 5 potatoes.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Dhorias turns slowly towards the man. *
Dhorias: What is this all about?
Inebriated Fellow: Kids like *hic* you walking around all high and mighty.
Dhorias: Sir, I said nothing to you.
*Inhebriated Fellow starts to laugh wildly*
*Dhorias realized the man is intoxicated and walks away. *
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dhorias: That is a nice necklace for such a beautiful woman.
Woman: Why, Thank you.
*Dhorias giggles I am just telling the truth*
Woman: I would love to continue talking but I am in a hurry. Maybe we can talk some other time.
*Woman kisses Dhorias on the cheek and scurries off*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No.
Other notes:No.
Please. Post more lore. I cannot make a character that fits my likings with such limited lore. I know that there is a decent amount, maybe I'm missing something, I don't know. As for my RP style/format being wrong, please explain. I'm not understanding what's wrong with it, still.
silentstealth - well done app, just a few minor things I wanted to point out: your character's last name is Darksheild (shield is spelled incorrectly, I'm not sure if this was intentional as it IS a name, after all) and in describing his eyes, you misspelled "angel" and wrote "angle", which I found a bit humorous when reading his description :).
Age: 40
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Horium
Class: Weaponsmaster
Physical description: Tall, well built, muscualar. He's rather slow, can't run that fast. Grey hair, grey beard. Pale eyes. Looks rather grizzled.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Drake was born into a broken home. His mother recieved daily beatings from his father, an alcoholic and drug abuser. He'd beat Drake as well. He feared his father, yet he was rubbing off on him. By age 12, Drake was beating his mother as well. The day his father walked in on this, instead of beating him, he gave him a pat of the head, and then proceeded to slap his wife across the face. Drake would grow up in that home, stewing in his father's evil. At age 16, Drake's mother had died under suspicious sircumstances last year. His father, now old and overcome by an unforscene illness.
Drake's father hacked. "Get me some whiskey, boy.. Cold in here."
Drake stared at him with cold eyes and a thin smile.
"Well, what are you waiting for? GET ME MY WHISK--" His father's sentence was cut short by a dagger sunk into his stomach.
"--What are you doing, swine.." His father croaked.
"Never you mind, father.. I'll go get your whiskey" Drake said this with a smile on his face.
Drake returned with his father's whiskey, pouring it into his father's mouth. His father was in great pain. He looked shocked by the events that had just taken place. His eyes began to shut, and eventaully he had stopped drinking the whiskey. It just overflew out of his mouth. He had stopped breathing.
Drake retrieved his dagger from his father's stomach. Whiping the blood onto his shirt. "Rest easy, you sick, twisted man."
He left his home, joining a group of bandits on the road. They robbed travellers and raided small settlements on the Horium-Khazi border.
Years later, here he is, in the drug trade. He had multiple pawns selling his drugs to children and burnt out druggies. One merchant though, Garth. Garth broke away from Drake, taking a good deal of Autumn Leaves with him. Drake wasn't about to let this happen. He set out to catch Garth, put him in his place, and retrieve his shipment.
Drake, though he doesn't know it, is extremely lucky. He left Horium one week before it fell to the necromancers. This leaves Drake with Garth, his Autumn Leaves, and the people of Roland's Basin. Gotta set up shop somewhere, right?
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Get rich off the poor people of Roland's Basin. Setting up a drug trade within the town. Getting back at Garth.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He's very stocky and muscular. He's obsessed with power, domination over those around him. Ruthless. Cruel.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): He's 40, pretty old. He cannot run very fast. He's too quick to resort to violence, to killing. His bloodlust sometimes takes priority over other things on his agenda.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: n/a. Idealy, I'll be setting up a drug circle. Perhaps a new faction.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Garth
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
"Isn't that cute.." *A thin, dark smile appears on his face*
*Drake Waits for the men to leave, before approaching the girl*
"Alright there, lass?"
*She sniffles* "I.. They.." *The girl breaks down crying*
"Aye.. come here, this can all be fixed.."
*Drake pulls out some Autumn Leaves.* "Here.. They can fix this.."
*Drake Will attempt to hook the girl on Autumn Leaves, gaining dominance over her and incorporating her into his drug circle.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Drake, nearly starving at this point as he stumbled upon the settlement. He mugs the first person he sees with a bit of food or coin. He makes his way out of the settlement once his supplies are in order. He makes no attempt to even hide the body.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Drake kicks the man in the ribs as he walks by, laughing. *
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Drake leaves the tavern and waits for the man to exit.*
*As the man exits, now much worse then 'slightly inebriated,' Drake pulls him into the alley behind the tavern.*
"Wh-Get off meh.." *he chuckles* "Your mother is a --" *he is interupted as Drakes blade pierces his stomach*
*Drake wrestles him to the ground, his hands wrapped around the man's fat neck.*
"My mother is a what?"
*The man cannot say anything. Drake has begun to strangle him.*
*Whether he died from the blade in his stomach or Drake's strangling, doesn't matter, Drake is pleased. An easy, yet satisfing kill..*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Drake glances back at the woman he had just passed*
*A thin smile appears on his face. He follows the woman*
*He follows her down the dimmly lit streets.*
*The woman takes odd routs, her and Drake pass the same building three times..*
"She knows." *he thinks to himself, his thin smile has grown wider. He lives for the thrill of the hunt.*
*The woman makes a wrong turn, turning into an alley way. A dead end.*
*The woman stops like a deer in Drake's headlight's*
*He draws a stiletto dagger, making his way towards the trapped woman*
Drake: "Your necklace is beautiful.. I couldn't help myself.."
Woman: "Oh.. Oh, thankyou!" *she laughs awkwardly*
D: *He takes another step towards her, his stiletto dagger akimbo at his side. He extends his hand* "Give it to me."
W: "I.. It's.. No.. *she laughs awkwardly again* Th-This.. Is mine." *An even awkwarder smile appears on her face*
D: *Drake takes another step towards her, twirling his dagger in his hand*
W: "G-GUARDS! GUARDS! ANYONE, PLEASE! HELP!"
D: *Thinking to himself* "She needs disposed of.." *He rushes the woman, pushing her up against the wall. His hand over her mouth.*
W: *muffled noises*
D: *Drake stabs the woman multiple times.*
*The woman lies dead in the alley. Drake grabs what he came for. Her necklace.*
*He walks calmly away from the scene*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes:
Zymph
... That was interesting. Nice to have a villain on this server again. Should be an interesting new character.
Yea sure I guess it could be a demon. The last rpg I played there were several groups of demon like creatures all under the heading of fiend, kinda forgot that we weren't using the same creatures in our world :). So, some sort of "evil hellmonster".
IGN: TheCreeperSlayer
Real-Life Age: 16
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief skin.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. From a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. Around 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a larger town's Borut who was interested in a new constellation Samuel had discovered. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. Many were better than him, but he was still a young man around the age of 35. Later on at 42, he moved to Roland's bowl fearing all of the hype and brutal chaos of the world surrounding him. He has lived there for the past 14 years.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.) *Cracking his neck, Samuel looks at the candle resting on his handmade wooden desk, watching the wax slowly burn. He closes his eyes, going back to his map infront of him of the stars.* "I'm simply not seeing it, Darian." *Darian, Samuel's assistant sighs, looking at the map pointing at a large object in the sky poorly etched in* "Right there, Samuel. I'm telling you, it is round and very large. It cannot be a star. It is too close, I saw it from my telescope last night. You simply have to see it with your own eyes!" *Samuel nods, slightly interested, but needing to move on.* "Well show it to me tonight, do more research on it in the private library. I have to get back to a theory I am looking into from an admired philosopher from Ragnau, an old friend of mine." *Darian nods, leaving the room without announcing his departure.*
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement. *Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough. *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar." *Samuel nods, sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.*Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging. The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.." *Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these." *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street. Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I accidently made an extra IC scene not realizing you had given me some to act out. I figured I'd include it. - *Cracking his neck, Samuel looks at the candle resting on his handmade wooden desk, watching the wax slowly burn. He closes his eyes, going back to his map infront of him of the stars.* "I'm simply not seeing it, Darian." *Darian, Samuel's assistant sighs, looking at the map pointing at a large object in the sky poorly etched in* "Right there, Samuel. I'm telling you, it is round and very large. It cannot be a star. It is too close, I saw it from my telescope last night. You simply have to see it with your own eyes!" *Samuel nods, slightly interested, but needing to move on.* "Well show it to me tonight, do more research on it in the private library. I have to get back to a theory I am looking into from an admired philosopher from Ragnau, an old friend of mine." *Darian nods, leaving the room without announcing his departure.*
Name: Asha Wystros
Age: 27
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Weaponsmaster
Physical description: Medium height, with shorter black hair and green eyes. Resembles Gaius a little bit (She is his cousin).
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Asha Wystros was born into an unlucky family. Most of that bad luck came from the Three Brothers, Victarion, Castor, and Caeron. Wystros. Castor was the oldest, Caeron the second oldest, and Victarion the third oldest. Asha was the son of Caeron. She grew up in a modest house in the middle of Javil, where she worked on a farm. Her mother had died when she was younger so she lived with her father. Her father taught her how to farm and the work it required made her stronger than most girls her age. As the years went on, however, her father, Caeron Wystros became older and stopped working on the farm. Instead, he worked in his laboratory. He was an alchemist, known in their village for being slightly insane. Asha would not see this insanity until much later.
Growing up, Asha did not know many kids. She was often called "hotheaded" and "stubborn" by people who knew her, but she didn't understand. She just hated it when people tried to correct her. Was it so wrong? Asha did not have much of a family to council her when she was younger, and therefore had behavior problems. Her eldest uncle, Castor Wystros had left the family after getting into an argument with Caeron and Victarion. He even went on to change his name to "Ballet" after marrying his wife, Juliet Ballet. Asha never understood why her uncles and father never got along, but their always seemed to be some sort of unspoken tension between them. One time this tension made itself especially clear was during a "family reunion". Her uncle Victarion, as well as her other uncle Castor and his son and wife came to her house. Castor and Victarion seemed to get along rather well, but only cold stares stood between Caeron and Victarion. Asha got along well with Castor's son, Gaius, however, who was only a little younger than her.
That would be the last time she would ever see Gaius or Castor. She would not see her uncle, Victarion in a while either. Until then, she was forced to watch her own father descend deeper and deeper into ruthlessness, cruelty, and insanity as he began to lock himself in his laboratory for longer and longer hours of the day. Sometimes he would bring in animals to test whatever concoctions he created on. She could hear the screams from her room. Other times--these were just rumors, but Asha believed them--he would dig up the graves of dead children and used them for testing. Some would say that these years had more of an impact on Asha than the final year she spent with him. The year he died. She was in her teens, realizing what it was to be a woman. She needed someone to talk to, someone to confide in. She had nobody, and so she relied on herself.
It all ended the day her uncle Victarion returned. He had a sword in his hands, his eyes cold as ice. He opened the door and asked Asha where her father was. Asha responded, telling her uncle that she hadn't seen him in years and that a simple "hello" would be nice. Victarion merely shoved her out of the way and forcefully kicked the door open. The door that led into Caeron's laboratory. Asha would have nightmares about that night. She would always be able to remember the screams. The way her uncles had yelled at each other. Victarion yelled at Caeron, telling him that his wife was dead, and that nothing he could do would bring her back. Caeron would retaliate, calling Victarion a "nonbeliever" and a "faithless idiot". The two stormed up to where Asha was sitting, hiding under the table. Victarion had unsheathed his greatsword.
"You did WHAT?" Victarion roared.
"There were no more bodies." Caeron responded simply. It was then that Asha noticed the crimson blood on her father's shirt. Asha would forever try to erase the memory of the next moment from her mind, but she could not. Victarion impaled Caeron through the chest, twisting his sword, then pulling it out and kicking Caeron's body to the ground. He turned to Asha, his icy blue eyes filled with rage. He stared at her for a split second, then turned away and left.
Asha would later discover that his uncle had murdered a child. A helpless, defenseless child to obtain another dead body to test his "revival potion" on him. She did not know what to do. She cried for her uncle, for the child, for Victarion, for the people who used to live in the town, but left when they found out what her father was doing. She was totally and utterly lost. She traveled from town to town, serving as a mercenary for some, a cupbearer for others. Roland's Basin is just another one of those towns. Maybe she'll get lucky and find her only surviving uncle: Victarion Wystros. She has a lot to ask him...
(sorry for the lack of specificity, but there's a lot that Asha doesn't know about her childhood)
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She wants to find her uncle Victarion and question him about her childhood. She wants to know what caused the bad blood between her uncles, and find out how exactly her mother died. Victarion, she believes, knows the answer to both.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She's very headstrong and determined. Once she has an idea, she is not likely to change her mind. She is also rather strong, due to working on a farm as a child and teenager, and then later serving as a mercenary.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): She can be stubborn to the point of stupidity, and is also not good at making friends.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? Probably not.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Victarion (gamer's new char)
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Asha watches the scene, trying to decide what to do. She decides to defeat the armored men, being reminded of the times when she was a small child and defenseless against the rages of her uncles fighting one another*
Asha: Leave her alone! *unsheathes her sword*
Thug 1: Or what?
Asha: *doesn't answer, taking the Thug's response as a challenge. She runs towards the two thugs, pushing the girl out of the way and slashing at one of the thugs*
Thug 2: Woah! She's actually pret-- *is cut off when Asha swings the sword at his leg. He slams his sword down at the same time as his partner.
Asha: *Mutters a string of curses* I should have thought this out a bit more...
Thug 1: *Easily deflects Asha's attacks with his sword and then raises his arms again, preparing for a huge strike*
Asha: *Stabs the thug through the stomach before he has a chance to lower his blade. She then turns to the other thug, who is staring at her with a mixture of horror and surprise* Well? What are you staring at? *Notices that the girl is still behind her* You idiot! Run!
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Nearly starving, Asha notices a fairly wealthy looking man walking down the road. Murmuring "I'm sorry", she sneaks up behind the man and slams his head with her fist. The man falls unconscious. She takes a bit of the food and eats it, and then takes a bit more for later. She leaves the rest in his sac and carefully moves him next to a tree, trying her best to clean his wound*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Asha wordlessly tosses the man a coin, not even looking at him, and continues on her way*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother:
Asha: *Asha turns to the man* Uhm, what was that?
Fellow: You 'eard meh. What, you de-- *Is punched in the mouth by Asha*
Asha: What was it that you said to me? Say it to my face.
Fellow: *Is recovering from the blow to his mouth. Spits blood onto the floor, but remains silent*
Asha: That's better. *continues to drink her ale*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
*Asha notices the necklace. It is a bright green, like her eyes*
Asha: Excuse me, miss? Where did you get that necklace?
Woman: I got it from a jeweler. It was awful expensive, but it was worth it. *points Asha in the direction of the jeweler's shop*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes:
Accepted
ButterBatter - Love the character and I found the bio really interesting to read!
Deffered
thecreeperslayer - Your OOC stuff is correct but your bio lacks details and does not reach the minimum amount of words. Try to go at least 350 words. Also, your ICR should be setup as it was in the example. (Here's a small example.)
Man: *Looks at the old man and frowns. He checks his pockets, only to find them empty.*
It should be longer though.
IGN: TheCreeperSlayer
Real-Life Age: 16
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes I do, but I plan on making a new one specifically for this server if I get accepted. I'll update my post with it or simply give it to whoever needs it OOC ingame.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, not sure what I was suppose to give my opinion on, but it sounded like the topic of how to talk OOC? I'd say I prefer whispering, but to my knowledge I wasn't quite 100% on the question. If it helps, I know it's in rule 12.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another's character, or doing an action involving another's character without their consent.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to benefit your character IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the role of another character, thinking and maneuvering through their life/situation as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With their consent or if it is an extremely reasonable situation. You cannot go around killing people and typically battles will simply result in "defeat" of the other's character, rather than death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you have a question on a roleplaying topic, action, etc. Should be done with ()s and/or in OOC channel(s).
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I've read most it, going to go back and finish it and yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages are. Typically nobody else will, unless they have an extremely solid reason/application for it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: (Secret Underground Melon Farm) The humans were forced underground after an apocalypse. I cannot find anything else on them on the website, nor the forum post.
What are the Shrines?: I believe they were buildings of the undergods filled with treasures, resources and so on that could be controlled by factions in the caves.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A lot of roleplaying on World of Warcraft, a few Fallout Minecraft servers (Not too great.) Really it.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Mainly Fallout servers. Variations in location, but really all the same. The communities typically weren't good, the roleplaying sucked and the lore just didn't interest me a whole lot.
Character Information
Name: Samuel Velroth
Age: 53
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: I was hoping to be an astronomer/philosopher so.. Artificer
Physical description: Around 6"3, Samuel stands somewhat tall for a human. He has very thin layer of grayish white hair covering his scalp, slightly balding. He has a small scar over his cheekbone, going up over his eye and a big burly thick gray beard. He looks a bit swoll, as if he was quite muscular and fit when he was younger. He can typically be found in slightly elegant clothing made of silk and so fourth but kept simple. He can sometimes be seen with glasses if studying, or in the work place.
Screen capture of your skin: Profile image. I plan on changing it, but using same face. It's more of a thief skin.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Samuel Velroth grew up in an average home in Ragnau, but his father was one of the better woodsmen of his village so he did have a bit more luxurious childhood. His mother was a stay at home mom, like most women of his time and in his village. At the age of 10, he began helping his father in his line of work, chopping wood for their village, helping his father's close friend who was a carpenter and so on. As a child, he often dreamed of becoming a fierce warrior, defending Ragnau on it's fronts. Soon that all changed. a From a young age he learned morals and values of hard work and dedication, making him quite a humble young adult. Around the age of 18 or so he became interested in knowledge, reading and writing. He began to learn to read and improve on his VERY basic reading skills. At 19 he had built up a small library and also had began stargazing with his uncle who had visited the kingdom to do multiple astronomy assignments with a colleague. He became very obsessed with this area of development and left to go to assist a larger town's Borut who was interested in a new exciting constellation Samuel had discovered. Skipping a few years, Samuel found himself working as one of the leading Scholar's of Ragnau. Many were better than him, but he was still a young man around the age of 35. He had built up a very large library and a number of connections which would aid him later in life. He soon heard of the anarchy going on in all of the kingdoms. He feared it. Due to his fears, he moved on at 42, he moved to Roland's bowl fearing all of the hype and brutal chaos of the world surrounding him. He has lived there for the past 14 years.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To aid his people in their political offense and regain their prosperity. Meet with the undergods, or a knowledgeable sage to talk with and learn more about his existence.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is quite a smart man when it comes to basic survival and living off the land. He may be a very mind and book related man, but he is still quite powerful and strong simply due to labor as a young adult and genetics. He's not hot-headed and can keep his cool while remaining very humble. He is always open to new theories and ideas.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Beginning to grow old and suffering from weakening bones and strength. He suffers from severe obsession of knowledge and how little he and everyone around him knows.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Mmm. Probably not. I could see him leading or joining up with a scholar like group, but I did not see any that fit that description. Which is what Im looking for, unfortunately.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No he does not, but right after I post this I will be setting one a Character Link.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Samuel: *Samuel, walking down the street notices the two men in heavy chain armor with short swords sheathed, surrounding a young woman, grabbing her by the arm. He closes his book, shaking his head taking off his glasses. Wishing he could help, but knowing he can't he continues down the beatened cobblestone pathway of Ragnau ashamed of himself.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Samuel:*Samuel enters the tiny town, weary of exhaustion. He walks into a local tavern, nearly empty as it was around midnight and on a cold night. He slowly walked up to the innkeeper, leaning against a wooden rail for support.* "P-Please.. Sir. I have been lost in the tunnels. For days.. Spare any food to me, please..? I-I would take anything. Stale bread. Please.." Samuel says, letting out a weak cough.
Inkeeper: *The man slowly steps back slightly disgusted with Samuel's poor appearance. "Um. Yeah. I'll see what we have, sir.." He says almost arrogantly, yet still feeling slightly bad for the old man. He walks back to the cook's kitchen and spots a crusty slice of thick wheat bread. He picks it up and walks back out, handing the man the bread* "Um. Here. Take a seat, sir rest a while. I need to head downstairs to lockup the wine cellar."
Samuel: *Nodding, he sitting down, sighing in relief. He stares at the bread in his hand, then gets over the ugly appearance. He takes bits of it down at a time, choking down the awful bread. After about twenty minutes of not seeing the innkeeper he heads out to continue his journey.*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Samuel: *Walks slowly down the pathway, making a clacking noise as his cane hits the cobblestone. As he nears an old man, older than he; Samuel realizes what the man is doing. Begging.
Bum:The man looks at Samuel, as he did to others passing by, who simply ignored him and asks. "Spare food, sir? Please! I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm so weak.."
Samuel:*Samuel stops and frowns, not having any food. He reaches into his pocket feeling two silver coins. He pulls them out and hands them to the man.* "No food, sorry. Take these."
Bum: *The man nods and runs into a small butchery across the street.
Samuel: *Samuel notices through the window as the man talks to the shopkeep, then being let behind the counter then disappearing down a stairwell. Samuel then realizes the man went into an underground fighting and gambling ring hidden under the shop that nearly everyone in the town knew about. Realizing he'd been tricked, he walks off ashamed and annoyed.*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Samuel: *Looking up from his poetry entry, Samuel looks at the obviously drunken man who had been troubling not just him but other's like him earlier. The cheesy and horrid remark about his mother, who had passed on a few years back and was never really close to him made him chuckle.* "Is that so? I suppose my mother was quite the prostitute, I mean look at the education I got. How else could she have helped me afford it and support me through it?" *Samuel stands, grabbing his cane and begins to leave the tavern and head home, having enough for the night.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
Samuel: *In a local jewelry shop, Samuel examines some new diamonds the shop had shipped in. He notices a very elegant rich woman walking by him already wearing a necklace woven with them. He examines it closely, deciding he enjoyed the beautiful white color of the diamonds. He called the shopkeep over and bought an earring to fit into his left ear, currently being occupied with a golden hoop. He smiles after purchasing the rather expensive diamond and heads out holding it in his hand.*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: I fixed my app, took out the last scene as I didn't feel like fixing it too. I know what you mean in terms of this RP I'm just not used to it and find it impractical. Everything is fixed though.
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Biography:
Pippa was born to a loving family, it consisted of her, her baby brother, her father, and her mother! They were all taken care of just fine. Her father was a fishermen, the best in their neighborhood! Pippa's mother was a baker, not as good as some, but still relatively skilled! Pippa's family always had food on the table, and they ate well. Due to some left-over funds, Pippa had gone out to run a couple of errands. On her way to the market place she noticed a crowd and the strange but enticing melody emanating from the core of it.
Pushing and elbowing her way through to the center, she found something grand. There was a woman, more beautiful than any other woman she had seen before, and what she was gingerly playing, she soon came to learn was a violin. Pippa became intoxicated by the tune, and quickly saved up her money to buy one of her very own! Her parents were very disappointed in her, using their money for her own gain. But they gradually accepted the fact that their daughter was a skilled violinist in teh making, and began to support her passion by appointing her daily lessons and buying her little knick knacks only the proffesionals use. Pippa spent most of her time exploring the forest,
finding little clearings where she could play her amazing self symphonies in peace. The small girl had never gotten tired of playing this instrument, and with each passing day she got progressively better. So much more skilled that by now, at age 9, she was the one dancing around on the podium, surrounded by crowds. This kept up a good allowance for Pippa, earning money from her performances. Though, all good things come to an end. People were loosing interest in her skills, seeing and hearing the exact same thing every signle day. She needed to step up her performance. She poured herself into finding a new hobby, a new talent. It smacked her right in the face when she found it, the art of illusion. Once she figured out being a magician could also liven up her act, she spent countless years learning new tricks and perfecting them with her own little flourish! She had reached age 18 when she was done her countless days of practicing and learning. She couldn't wait to try out her new tricks! When she gathered her things on stage she began. Pulling fuzzy animals out of her make-shift hat. Making a beautiful bouquet of flowers appear from a 'wand' she had fashioned out of a stick. She even went so far as to try new illusions way beyond her grasp, which obviously failed. Despite her constant slip-ups this got the crowd roaring, Pippa finally began to feel accepted once again.
Like all good things, her magic act slowly faded in interest and Pippa was no longer gaining income from her acts. It came the time where she had to move. She made her journey to a small village called Jasper. It was small, grey, and desperately needing some life. IT was almost like a ghost town. Without hesitation Pippa set up her small stage. Soon after she began her violin solo crowds began to form. Pippa watched with the eye on an eagle as people pitched money into her violin's case. She continued this routine for days until she had soon found out she wasn't the only one brigning life to this otherwise dreary town. There were two others, a man and a woman. We each brought up a good amount of income, but we weren't satisfied. It was mroe or less a competition to see who could get the most out of their crowd. Pippa stroked her violin liek she neve had before, adding a few signiature twirls to blend nicely with her composition. A couple to a few days later the male, Charon, offered to do a little duet to see who could rake in the most cash. It was an amazing battle of the muses, both Pippa and Charon retrieving an insane amount of gold. After the act, they realised they both had a major talent that could gain them an beautiful amount of wealth if they worked together. They were soon accompanied by the other woman, Charlotte, who made their wealth sky-rocket. The trio played for many months, years even. That was before things started going to hell!
There were endless explosions, invasions of wierd undead creatures. Not to mention the deaths of many. Charon, Charlotte and Pippa all escaped through a back road leading to somewhere unknown. Of course they probably would've head back home, but there was a sudden urge to escape there, to Roland's Basin. There, they thought, there was where we would be safe.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
-Ignore the dispute and keep walking, confronting them will be a horrible idea, considering she can barely hold her own in a fight. She would simply forget about it later on as if it was just a dream.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
-Check for any sign of residents and if not, raid the house. If someone actually resides there, offer to play a few tunes or do a few tricks for a bundle of food. Then she will ask if there's any way she can repay the man/woman who helped her
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
-If she has some food on her, she would sit with the man, sharing the food and holding a bit of conversation, then she would invite the old man to her home, so he can clean himself up and have a nice warm meal before he set off again.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
-Simply ignore the man, obviously he has no idea what he's saying and he deserves not one bit of Pippa's attention. She would go back to her drink/meal as if nothing had ever happened.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
-Pippa would politely ask where she had gotten the necklace, and she would see if she could buy it. If not, Pippa would simply continue on her way. A little down-hearted, but not terribly phased.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
None at all!
Other notes:
Real-Life Age: 14 (I'll be 15 in december 30th)
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? : IronicArgentia
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, I agree to abide by all rules listed 100%
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: When you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge when in character. From past experience, it's an extremely irritating thing.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing in character, it's like developing a story with several people. LARPing, if you will.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If the other player agrees to it in an RP setting.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: anytime, but you must use parenthesis to show it that it is OOC content.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Sages, or people given the ability by the Undergods, or admins. It can be worked out as long as there is RP lore surrounding it.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Being pushed there by the invading undead armies.
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are monuments stocked with resources for a faction with the favor of said god to harness and harvest.
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I played on The Ender Triumvirate, and The Kingdoms.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: The Ender Triumvirate- I left because it was disbanded. The kingdoms- I left because it was disbanded.
Character Information
Name: Scorn Blackgulch (adopted named, original name Mor'kul the Betrayed)
Age: 35
Race or Nationality : Khazi-Un
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Physical description: Wearing a sand colored tunic, two red eyes glow from the shadow that situates upon his face beneath his hood, his skin is an eerie shade of grey, unusual for a man of Khazi-un. He gives off the aura of pestilence and forgotten sorrows. He is light on his feet, but walks in shifty long strides. He inspires uneasiness as his face is never shown, and two gleaming orbs or red give a glassy gaze that never dies. He speaks in a scratchy monotone that makes men's skin crawl. In short, he is mysterious and gives of an aura of loathing and decay.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography:
The bandits did not disturb Mor'kul, no. He reveled in the cruelty and callous of the ruffians, even having his own band of brigands to plunder the lands. He was no different from any of them. His sole purpose in life was to take, to consume, and his own gang was called The Consumption. He was known for his great cruelty. Those who tried to stop him, were skinned and used as rugs. Mor'kul had riches, women, and men by the plenty. When Dravion, one of few he respected (and feared) came to him. Offering armies and eternal life, Mor'kul couldn't turn him down. Learning the Magic of Death, Mor'kul helped Dravion in his creation of his unholy legions. However, Dravion did not Mor'kul after he stole his armies, and turned them into undead abominations. Mor'kul was cursed, and cast into exile. Constantly hunted by the demons of his past, Mor'kul earned the monicker Betrayed. With each passing year, he loses amounts of his humanity and grows colder and more dead inside as his soul is slowly siphoned away and fed to the Undead masses. He eventually wandered enough to leave the warm sands of Khazi-un, to get away from the memories of his old life. His cruelty is still there, but reserved for Drazion. He has promised to re-instigate the Consumption and destroy Drazion.
However, all isn't lost for Mor'kul. He nears Roland's Basin, and has adopted a new name. Scorn Blackgulch. He holds his hatred in, and uses it in his combat and agility. Mor'kul the Betrayed has faded in history. Scorn, Scorn Blackgulch shall be the new leader of Consumption, and he will be the hammer that drives the stake into Dravion's heart.
What is your character’s main goal? : To recreate his gang of bandits, and end the tyranny of Dravion, and reclaim the title of Dread Bandit.
Strengths :
1.Adept in fighting with blades, delivering rending blows with daggers or swords. Be it dirk or claymore, he can make a killing blow with ease.
2.Small knowledge in Rites and Rituals of the Magic of Death, such as communing with spirits and summoning ghosts and undead. The power grows stronger as his curse worsens.
3.Causing pain, mentally and physically. Flaying his enemies has given him a good knowledge about the human body. He knows how to torture his victims. He also knows the human mind inside and out, and can near drive a man insane. Could be classified as a Sociopath.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
1. Melancholy and depression. His past haunts him, causing him to go in and out of chronic depression, that slows him down and makes it difficult to communicate.
2. Dravion's Curse. Each year, he grows closer and closer to becoming something closer to demon than human, it causes bouts of considerable rage and destructiveness.
3. Light armor. Wearing light armor increases his dexterity and agility, but makes him susceptible to heavy weapons.
4. Paranoid Schizophrenia. He often has walking nightmares, usually some sort of undead monster. This could be brought on by Dravion's curse, or simply his personality disorder. He's not really sure. It causes him to be unstable and near unreliable, and extremely dangerous.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: No, I'm hoping to start my own.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? : No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
-Scorn is making his way down the street, he notices the armored men berating the young lady-
Man- "Get movin', creep. This is none of your concern"
-Scorn grimaces and reaches for his blade, about to gut the man because of his callous disrespect. He then realizes that it wouldn't be wise to pick a fight with the men."
Scorn- "It's best you just both leave, I saw two guardsmen coming this way, you want this on your hands?"
Man- "Uh.. No." -Scorn sees the men's discomfort, as he gazes into his eyes, unblinking-
Other Man "Who are..."
Scorn- "Just get moving"
-The men hurredly rush away, peeking back at the strange Khazi-un man-
Scorn- "Young miss. Give me every coin in your pockets, I probably just saved your live, and your maidenhood. If you will not oblige, I just might have to take something else"
-Scorn walks away with a coinpurse, satisfied and filled with a bloodlust not yet filled-
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
-Scorn notices a fire and several small huts, and rushes over-
-he sees that no one is around, and steals some food from a small chest-
Man-"You, there, in the hood, get up and state your buisness."
-Scorn ignores him-
-the man grabs his tunic, and pulls him aside-
Scorn- "Risky, risky, tsk tsk tsk"
-Scorn delivers a quick blow to the throat of the man with his fist, and runs off-
Scorn: "It didn't have to end like that" (in his inner monolouge)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
-Scorn sees the old man begging, and feels a tinge of pity-
-He eyes the man down, with a solemn look on his face.-
-he approaches the man, and throws down a jewel, of semi-precious value-
Scorn- "Eat today, beggar. I've been in your place before. Good luck to you"
-Scorn feels a slight good feeling in his chest, and shrugs it off. Warmth is for the weak.-
-He walks on-
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
[I don't think this is really relevant to my OC]
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
-Scorn eyes the necklace, and bites his lip.-
-He notices the craftsmanship in the metalwork.-
-Walking behind her, as she is speaking to a drunk man in the bar, with ease, he quickly snips the leather snap of the amulet with a penknife, and grabs it with a gloved hand seconds before it hits the ground-
-He leaves, satisfied with his thieving prowess.-
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Could my character have foresight?
Could he also have the small knowledge in magic of death I mentioned?
Other notes:
1. The apocalypse has recently occurred, so if your character has magic in their bio, they have it no longer.
2. You may be allowed to have magic in your app, though I'd say Dravion hand-selecting you is a little much. He did offer power and eternal life to his followers, though. You would have been one of thousands that heard his call.
3. If by "Foresight" you mean future-seeing, then that would be a VERY specialized ability, and very limited. As per 1 though, were it granted, you would have lost it by the time your character comes to the Undercity where the story currently is.
4. Your app is less than 3/4s as long as the minimum. Might want to change that.
After reading this, if you still wish your character to have magic, send me a PM on our forums.
Real-Life Age: 16
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): jahredstpierre
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes i do
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
The use of a fake caracter to live a fake life.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Admins+
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: In battle!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When In turn they ask you a question or if someones cheating
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes
Who is allowed to use magic?: Wizard
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Mineing
What are the Shrines?: I do not know sorry
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have roleplayed demons war lords animals pets knights prince king mad man and thief
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Because i got too old for those games and cant remember name and people would op themselfs
Character Information
Name: jahred
Age: 15
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un):
Class: Knight
Physical description: Strong
Screen capture of your skin: Steve
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
jahred was born in a world of chaos nothing but death around him taken by a unknown stranger was raised to fight and defend himself when horror struck father that took him when he was born was murdered protecting his boy right infront of him now seeking revenge wants to destroy all that is evil.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To destroy evil
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Unable to cry or feel pain, Is a guy who doesnt want to be bothered at times, Hey keeps to himself.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Is a strong earge for companion ship (Like a pet)
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: I dont know yet
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Jahred: Hey you stop picking on that young maiden.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Jahred: Enter settlement
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Jahred: Hands some food to the old man.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Jahred: Punch his lights out
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Jahred Compliment her.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
Other notes:
jahred1 - Generally, when I look over apps, I try to pick out the positive aspects of the app in deciding its fate. However, your app is really a mess. I feel really bad saying this, but nearly every aspect of the application is wrong, from your definitions, your biography length, your grammar/spelling, your ICRs, and so on. I'd normally point out where applicants went wrong in their application, but I'd really just be pointing out every section of the application to you. Given the severity of this case, I ask that you do not apply again, and wish you luck in future RP server endeavors.
As for weirdness: Our players are one of the strangest groups of people I have ever met. Weirdness is an entry requirement
Accepted
MissFPS - Your application is well written! Has SOME spelling mistakes but no major ones. I find bard characters VERY interesting! Can't wait to meet your new character.
Deffered
d00mbro - You have many sentences that make no sense and they seem to just go and on. I suggest you fix that. Also, in the beginning of your bio, it says he stayed to himself, to hide what he did. What DID he do? You never explained that. Finally, in OOC info, your answer to the question 'What are the Shrines?' is partly correct. What do the undergods do with the shrines?
thecreeperslayer - Your bio still lacks some, and if you were to live in the basin for 14 years, when you join, no one will know you. Also, your ICR's are still put into the wrong format. You have one more try, please fix these problems. (Not a major problem but will help you get in.)
IronicArgentina - Your bio lacks, as it's too short. I haven't dealt with a magic application before so I suggest you message Welknair.
IGN: Evan_Liontamer
Real-Life Age: I can't say, but I act very mature for my age.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, for sure!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Example: Me: *hides in shadows, then springs out, decapitating my target*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:Roleplaying with out of character knowledge. Say if I knew my best friend was a master archer because I had talked to him out of character, but my character did not know that, then I told someone while I was in character that my friend was an archer.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: It's tough to explain, but basically taking the identity of a fictional person and acting/typing as if you were them, usually in a game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I'm pretty sure no one, but after combing over the rules a few times, I'm still not sure whether or not owners and admins can use them. However, the common player definitely can't!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if you have spoken with the other person OOC and they have given permission.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parentheses (these!) or are in the OOC chat channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Undergods, Sages, and if you make an amazing application, normal players.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: Because of the Apocalypse. It forced them into the caves, otherwise they would not have survived.
What are the Shrines?: Places owned by the Undergods stocked with resources.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Some with a game called Wizard101 when I was younger, some Minecraft RP, and a little bit of World Of Warcraft RP.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Valhalla, which I left because some players were being mean, and another server which name I can't think of, because the owner was a jerk.
Character Information
Name: Evan Flameheart
Age: 23
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Ragnau
Class: Archer
Physical description: Sommewhat muscular, but slightly skinny. He always wears red clothes and a black cloak. He is always carrying a bow and quiver stocked with as many arrows as he can get.
Screen capture of your skin: I can't post it, sorry, but I'm going to change it soon to something better suited for roleplay. It's currently mostly white, but the torso is stripes of colors.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes:
Still under construction! Hurricanes happen, and I'm afraid that my power will go out any second. Will work on this later!
IGN:Silentstealth
Real-Life Age: 17
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):Silentstealth
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
Yes, I Agree to abide.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
I call it god mode gaming it is when your character can do unrealistic things to other characters such as a poor peasant 1 hitting the king's best guard.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
When you use the knowledge you know from outer game sources that your character wouldn’t know to your advantage.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
It is when you take on a whole different personality and be someone who you normally wouldn’t become.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:No-one
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
When you are role play fighting against them.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
Private messages.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
Yes, I agree to follow lore.
Who is allowed to use magic?:
The Sages.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?:
There was an apocalypse so they fled underground.
What are the Shrines?:
Stocked Temples filled with resources owned by the undergods.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
WoW, Runescape, Lotc
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
LOTC I left because I wanted to find something different and the roleplaying on their seemed to be limited, atleast that is my experience.
Character Information
Name:Dhorias Darksheild
Age:18
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Archer
Physical description:
A handsome young man with chocolate brown hair. He has angle blue eyes that look so innocent but you can see a slight viciousness in them. He has medium length hair and has no facial hair. He isn’t the most muscular person probably about the average muscle mass for a young man his age. He is about 6 feet tall and is pretty lean.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
His mother was a baker in the town in and his father was a miner. Being the oldest of the three children he received little to no attention. He usually spent his time wandering the luscious forest around his homeland. He preferred to stay away from people but if he came across a beautiful woman he was sure to woo her. He was glib in the stuff he said often constantly telling women he loved them though he was lying. One year after his sixteenth birthday he decided to leave home. His mother wanted him to stay and tried her best to keep him home. She Refused to let him leave and said it would be better for the whole family if he stayed. But Dhorias doesn’t take no for an answer and he felt that it was his destiny to explore the land so he could accomplish his goals. His mother forced him to go to school and attempt to become a scholar. Dhorias did not like this one bit. One day at about 3 in the morning while everyone else was sleeping he snuck out of his bedroom window. He ran to where his legs can carry him right into the small town of Aurora. Stopped by the guards he was jailed for a murder he did not even do. He spent a month in jail. Throughout that month he met a strange elderly man named Leonarde who was arrested for theft. He and Leonarde became great friends. They were released on the same date and took care of each other living in the wild. He lived with Leonarde for about a year before he planned to take off. One day when Leonarde wasn’t in the hut Dhorias decided to sneak off and officially began his adventure. He walked along for days and days until he came to another small village. At the village he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He decided to flirt with her and live with her family for a while until he decided what his next move would be. Her parents never liked him in the first place for some strange reason. About one month months after living with his “girlfriend” her parents kicked him out. Their reasoning was they knew nothing about him and where he came from. Dhorias was very frustrated at their notion and decided to continue on his adventure. He still hopes that one day he will run into the girl again and they will possibly get married
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
His main goal is to find his love and become a great archer whose name is known throughout the lands.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He can easily woo women, He is kind and generous. He is really good with bows and decent with one-handed weapons.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
He isn’t very good with battle-axes or war-hammers. He’s really quiet and can get extremely nervous around of a lot of people.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
Yes, Justice above all.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
No.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Dhorias approaches the men slowly*
*The men continue harassing the girl even after seeing Dhorias’s Approach. *
Dhorias: Can you two please leave the girl alone she clearly does not like what you are doing.
Man1: This doesn’t concern you.
Man2: Yeah, This doesn’t concern you.
Dhorias: I am sure it doesn’t but I feel the need to intervene I mean look at her she is trembling. So I ask you will you please leave this girl alone.
*Men spit near Dhorias’s feet and scurry along. *
*Dhorias says nothing to the girl and just continues along his way*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Dhorias stumbles towards the settlement*
*He Approaches a small vegetable stall*
Dhorias: I was lost in the tunnels may I ask where I am at.
Vegetable Sales Person: You have reached the settlement of Udara.
Dhorias: May I purchase some a small sack of potatoes.
Vegetable Sales Person: That would be $15 dollars.
*Dhorias pays the Sales Person and begins to chow on the potatoes.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Dhorias warningly waves at the old man. *
Dhorias: So you need food?
Old Man: Please, Kind Sir.
Dhorias: I will give you some food if you tell me the story of your life and how you ended up here.
Oldman: Sure kiddo.
*The old man tells a long but interesting story about how he used to be a great warrior and how he ended up poor. *
Dhorias: Thanks the old man for his time and gives him 5 potatoes.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Dhorias turns slowly towards the man. *
Dhorias: What is this all about?
Inebriated Fellow: Kids like *hic* you walking around all high and mighty.
Dhorias: Sir, I said nothing to you.
*Inhebriated Fellow starts to laugh wildly*
*Dhorias realized the man is intoxicated and walks away. *
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dhorias: That is a nice necklace for such a beautiful woman.
Woman: Why, Thank you.
*Dhorias giggles I am just telling the truth*
Woman: I would love to continue talking but I am in a hurry. Maybe we can talk some other time.
*Woman kisses Dhorias on the cheek and scurries off*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
No.
Other notes:No.
silentstealth - well done app, just a few minor things I wanted to point out: your character's last name is Darksheild (shield is spelled incorrectly, I'm not sure if this was intentional as it IS a name, after all) and in describing his eyes, you misspelled "angel" and wrote "angle", which I found a bit humorous when reading his description :).