IGN: Billy54210 Age:15 Role-PlayExp.:[/b] A lot, I play many many role playing games and especially in the Elder Scrolls Games [b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): My friend told me about the server because we both like the Elder Scrolls so much. TimeYouCanDedicate:Most of the time, it can sometimes differ, depending on if my brother or parents are b*tching for me to get off. On weekends and weeks I can mostly play, so no worry there. BriefDescription of Yourself: I have been playing the Elder Scrolls for a long time as well as other RPG's and roleplaying games. I very much love Star Wars and Star Wars games too, I play many MMO's also, You could say I am an all around gaming kind of guy, I play almost everything. ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: To act out as another character, escape from reality a little bit and live another life for fun. A fun way to also meet new people and have a lot of fun! WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Well powergaming is when you buff out one skill and one guy to the best of your ability. Metagaming is going beyond the limits of the game itself and not specifically working on one main goal. IC
Name:Veck Luthius Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Light, long blondish hair with a darker blonde color itself, a medium-large build, a dark blonde goatee, and blue eyes.
Fears: Necromancers and mages. Personality: Rough, tough, but warming and welcoming except for those who wrong him. Protective of the ones he loves. Occupation: Bounty Hunter Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, sword combat, melee, sneaking Nickname(Optional): Luthius
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Sword: yes Axe: no
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Climb. Can battle cry to make enemy flee.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): I was born in a high-security prison in the middle of the jungle. I never knew my dad and my mom and I lived alone. The only time I saw my dad was when I was 5 and he was publicly executed for lashing out against another prisoner, which my mom finally told me was my dad when I was 18. We had no allies or friends and the other prisioners taunted and hunted us for our money and any supplies. The prison was a very shadowy and dark place, but warm and safe, from the outside world at least. The inside of the prison was damp but comfortable, but the prisoners were always on our case about food and supplies that they wanted. We never boded well in that prison and did not like it there, we hoped to one day get out of there. Through the hardships of the prison I was forced to learn how to defend myself and how to fight people. I went through training with an old man I found one day starved and almost dead, my mom and I gave him some food and he told us his name was Ryaz. Later he offered to train me in order to survive the prison. I went through training from the age of 16 to 20. I eventually learned some great skills and many ways to kill a person both with my bare hands and a sword. One day while I was out getting some food, my mom had no food left for the other prisoners and they got angry and attacked her, then when the old man tried to defend her they killed him. I got back soon after and saw him dead and them taking away my mom. I ran after them and cut them off at their cage and a dead end. I had a small blade that Ryaz gave me that I used to kill the prisoners that had taken my mother. I grabbed her and told her this is the day we escape. So when when the guards least expected it, I assassinated one that was alone and took his key and uniform, then I snuck into the barracks and stole another uniform for my mom. We then walked to the gates of the prison where the captain caught us. I was concealing the blade from Ryaz, which at point when he noticed us, I lunged forward unexpectedly stabbing him through the throat. Then my mother and I ran because we were so close to the forest. Once deep in the forest we had finally lost the guards and went on our way. Eventually after 3 days, we exited the forest into a small village by the name of Gigan.
The town was run by orcs which I befriended by helping slay the giant that was tormenting their village. They offered my mother and me transportation into Solterkardi, where we live now. I built us a house out in the wilderness and killed all the monsters or bandits within our area to keep us safe. Once in a while a bandit or monster will come by but either leave or be chased away. I work secretly as a bounty hunter who travels to different cities killing and assassinating different targets for good pay. I will soon buy us a house that is safer than the one we have now, once living there, I will look for a wife, so I can have my own warrior son or daughter one day. It has been 6 years since we escaped the prison and I am still working as a bounty hunter. I move to different places time to time and my mom is too busy farming and gathering food to care. Right now I am 26 and ready to fight anything that wrongs me. FUS RO DAH!
This is edited and reformed according to your specifications, please re-read, thanks! Sorry had to post it again for the fus ro dah thing, thanks again haha sorry!
IGN: NomzNommer
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Ive had alot of experience, but all of the other servers have shut down, not satisfying my need for RP. How did you find us(For our referal program): I was just looking through the MC forums.
Why Us: I like TES
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots
Brief Description of Yourself: Dedicated, fun to be around.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Being a new life that you make and craft yourself.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is forcing actions on others and being invulnerable. Metagaming is using OOC knowledge IC.
IC
Name: Walker, the Tamriel Ranger
Race:Man.
Gender: Man.
Age: Some say he is just an old man, others say he is immortal. Meaning: anywheres from 50s-Infinite.
Appearance: Average height. Ginger/brownish hair. A manly beard that is said to have a fist under it. Sharp and piercing brown eyes. So sharp infact that if his gaze passes over you, you get cut in half. Abs of steel, that reflect any attack. A hairy and manly body. A wink that beguilles any woman to bed. A smile that is normally the last thing anyone sees.
Fears: His reflection, for nothing except himself can be so awesome.
Personality: A very serious man. When he smiles, it means he's laughing because you're dead.
Occupation: Dealer of death. Fulltime badass.
Skills: Roundhouse kicks, decimating anything, selling Total Gyms.
Nickname (Optional): God. Death.
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: No. He uses Law and Order; his left and right legs. He also uses Justice and Revenge, his left and right hands.
Can You Character Farm?: No. Farming is for people who need food.
Can Your Character Mine?: No. Ores are for people who need weapons or armor.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Kick ass and take names.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Walker was simply THERE when it all began. He is the first human and a Divine in himself. He travels around the world, dispensing judgement to any he feels needing of it.
IGN: Pyro219 Age: 16 Role-PlayExp.:[/b] About 2-3 years. [b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): I searched myself. WhyUs: Ive only seen one other elder scrolls server, and I hate it. This one seems to have PVP, so I'll take this any day. TimeYouCanDedicate: Few hours a day, more on weekends. BriefDescription of Yourself: I'm a sarcastic, intelligent joker who will probably rub a few people the wrong way, but overall keep to myself. ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming someone else and immersing yourself in a world. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Powergaming, well, its basically playing god. Nailing 50 headshots in a row, breaking out of steel chains, crap like that. Metagaming-OH, lords do I hate this. Basically using OOC info IC.
IC
Name: Trensk Muir
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: He's about a 6' tall, slightly built imperial with green eyes and he wears baggy red clothes, to mostly disguise his form.
Fears: Daedra and Vultures are his main ones. He has slight agoraphobia (Fear of large, open spaces) also.
Personality: He is mostly a quiet, reserved man whose sarcasm and wit has led him to more fights than he'd like.
Occupation: Blacksmith, mercenary, and occasional thief.
Skills: Stealth, Bows & arrows, daggers and short swords.
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?:No
CanYourCharacterMine?: No
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Archery, blacksmithing, thievery, and he has some diplomatic skill.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Cyrodill, north of the capitol, he was raised, simply, as the son of a blacksmith (also a retired city guard) and a tavern maid. For the first part of his life, he followed in his father's footsteps, learning how to smith, some fighting, and a bit of smoothtalking from his mother. He learned, he lived, he laughed, it was all fun and games. Life seemed perfect.....Almost. Sometimes, his father would drink and beat him and his mother, but they learned when to avoid him and when to be near him. They learned.
Eventually, though, the drinking got too much. When Trensk turned 18, his father went to full-time alcoholic, letting his son take over the forge. One day, Trensk returned home and found his father beating his mother. Trensk had enough. With one powerful lunge, and a powerful war cry, he punched his dad straight in the jaw. A fight ensued, lasting half the night until the guards caught wind and caught them. With his life thoroughly FUBAR, he left the city, taking only some money and food with him. Trensk then went for the capitol, surviving barely by begging for food. But, by meeting a certain person, he resorted to crime. Theft, extortion, bribery, those were the adrenalin days for him. He learned how to shoot a bow, to sneak around, to talk to people better, it was fun. Then, on an assignment out of the city, he met his father again. His father, with a dark roar, attacked him, and within a minute, was dead by Trensk's hand. Knowing he was screwed, he sold off all his items and fled for Solterkardi, his only safe haven.
IGN: TheBioverse
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Played on countless minecraft RP servers, LotC and Gildorym being some of the bigger ones. Apart from minecraft I love to roleplay in games such as Lotro, DDO, DnD PnP, etc etc. How did you find us(For our referal program): I heard a few people talking about it on the web, decided to check it out.
Why Us: Well, in a nutshell, it's a skyrim minecraft RP server, something I searched for myself for a while to no avail, it looks organized, dedicated, shall I go on?
Time You Can Dedicate: Most of my weekend, an hour or 2 a day.
Brief Description of Yourself: Without being too modest, I'm an artist, as in really good with sketches and paintings. I love to play fantasy games, and also love to play post apocalyptic ones just the same. I hate strategy games, alot, I feel they are just horrible (probably due to all the free to play browser ones that stink.)I love to be serious just like I love to make people laugh when they are down. I like to make people my friends but I can't stand the sight of a person who is bad and knows it, and usually retaliate against these kind of people. That's me in a nutshell..
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Rp'ng is when you act as another character, aka, playing his role.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is emoting an action that doesn't let the person(s) you are emoting with respond, just like an instakill. Metagaming is when you use information from OOC to aid you IC.
IC
Name: Letho
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Standing at a bulking 6'4, Letho is a giant of a man, and carries the muscle and bulk to veryfy the statement. He tends to wear sleeveless clothes at most times, for the sleve's usually tighten the grip on the muscles of his arms, which he finds highly annoying. It is also less restricting for any hand to hand combat situations that may arise, which makes it easier to weild his longsword aswell. He generally walks in public in chain armour at the least, never wanting to be vulnerable at attack, despite his overshadowing size and threatening gaze. A scar runs down his face and multiple bruises and burns cover his arms. He is bald and has a stubble for a beard, that he usually shaves clean, or keeps to a stubble when not bothered, knowing hair only interferes in battle of any kind. Apat from this, what seperates Letho from most, apart from his size, would be his dark golden eyes, one of his more 'unique' traits.
Fears: Letho has a childhood fear and hatred of the undead, believeing they should be resting in peace after falling in battle, the fear arising from how warriors of old could rise up to ovetake the obviously weaker and less threatening world he lives in now, but what he fears above his is defeat in battle, for Letho dreams of dying in battle to rest among the greatest of warriors, be it in heaven or hell.
Personality: Letho is usually of a dark and menacing personality, though he is not menacing himself. He helps who he believes he should help and denies help to those he believes do not deserve it. He usually has a frown or plain look on his face, and emationally is very subtle in public, though in battle he releases his inner rage to tip the odds in his favour. Not many, almost none at all, know though that under his hard shell, Letho is actually very lonely, something he would hide from anyone at all costs. He finds it hard making friends and has long given up his search for one a long time ago. His size and compection now, he has seen, scare and make others wary of him, which he thinks of 'unfair' for he never chose his looks to begin with. To most he would be seen as a calm, somewhat grumpy man and menacing large man with an alarming large longsword on his back. This look of him usually drives people away, not to mention his scars and multiple burn marks, but most importantly his dark golden eyes.
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, usually a town guard or something of the sort.
Skills: Fishing, smelting, crafting, swordsmanship, mining, playing the minstrel, lifting heavy objects, hand to hand combat expert, interrogation.
Nickname (Optional): The Giant
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes.
Can You Character Farm?: Not farm, but fish.
Can Your Character Mine?: Yes.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: He can smith, hunt, fish and even interrogate, along with moving heavy objects from one place to another (such as loading cannonballs into a cannon.)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Letho was not grew large, but was born large, compared to any of the other babies in his time, or in this time. He was born to a *****, an experienced one at that, so she had no troubles giving birth to him, though carrying him around for 9 months was quite a feat, especially for a woman. She loved Letho and Letho loved her, that is, until Letho reached the age of 10. His mother had just returned home to thir shack, and he saw tears in her eyes. He asked her what had happened, and she said 'I told your father about you today at work, and he gave me this' she pointed to her bruised lip. Letho was enraged at this! He swore and stomped, and he promised his mother that he would kill his father, for her sake. She only wept, believeing that this would never be, though she was mistaken, and this would lead to many more tears. Letho, from that pont on, trained. He trained with a large and heavy tree branch. He trained with it as if holding a sword. He picked up on how to use it from the duel's of men in the town square. He begged the local carpenter to carve the stick into a wooden sword, so he could practice more efficiently. He refused, but guided Letho to join the local guard. Letho was wary of this, thinking he could not commit murder, but the carpenter explained that by joining the guard Letho could learn superior sword mastery, with an actual iron blade. Letho was overjoyed, and the next day he requested to join the guard. Impressed by Letho's size and amatuer combat abilities for his age, at 11 Letho joined the local townsguard. From then on, for the next 7 years, Letho learnt the way of the sword, and how to use it most efficiently. At the age of 18 he believed he knew enough, to commit the act that he had promised his mother all those years ago, the act that he used to motivate himself every day for the past 7 years. He sharpened his sword, donned his armor, and left, in search of his father, the captain of the guard, prepared to face him, and a certain death.
That night Letho returned home, covered in blood, the golden of his eyes burning brighter than ever before. He opened the creaking door and found his mother sleeping. He left a leather pouch on the bed beside her, packed up all his belongings, left most of the money that he had earned acting as the guard, and departed to the nearest port on foot. It was early morning when his mother awoke, to the smell of rotten flesh no doubt, she thought. She spied the leather pouch on the bed beside her, edgily took a sniff and gagged herself. She slowly opened the pouch, and what she saw within made her scream with fear, and hidden happiness, though she knew what to do. Ignoring the money of the side of the table, she ran to the towns guard, the heard of her husband in her hands. Soon a warrant for Letho's arrest had been made and the town was searched, but by this time Letho was long gone, traveling on a distant ship, dreaming of his clash with death the previous night, when he slipped his father a drink with poison in it and watched him fall to the floor, when he dragged his body into the alley and chopped at his head, when he finally managed to dismember the head at the 13th strike and the smell of blood, and how he, without any hesitation, climbed aboard the ship in the dead of the night, no payment required, and sailed for unknown lands.
It has been 17 years since that day, and Letho has made himself the reputation of a mercenary and bounty hunter, going under the title of 'The Giant' or 'Golden Eye' and recently, he found a place he had heard of faintly before. The land was called 'Solterkardi' and normally he would pay no attention to such things, being none of his personal concern, but he heard that many were immigrating to it, which meant there would be much fortune to be made there, and with a grin on his face, he set sail, this time with payment, for he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot here, and embraced the ocean air once more, wondering what destiny now hard a store for him, and what new chapter of his life would now be written...
IGN: TheBioverse
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Played on countless minecraft RP servers, LotC and Gildorym being some of the bigger ones. Apart from minecraft I love to roleplay in games such as Lotro, DDO, DnD PnP, etc etc. How did you find us(For our referal program): I heard a few people talking about it on the web, decided to check it out.
Why Us: Well, in a nutshell, it's a skyrim minecraft RP server, something I searched for myself for a while to no avail, it looks organized, dedicated, shall I go on?
Time You Can Dedicate: Most of my weekend, an hour or 2 a day.
Brief Description of Yourself: Without being too modest, I'm an artist, as in really good with sketches and paintings. I love to play fantasy games, and also love to play post apocalyptic ones just the same. I hate strategy games, alot, I feel they are just horrible (probably due to all the free to play browser ones that stink.)I love to be serious just like I love to make people laugh when they are down. I like to make people my friends but I can't stand the sight of a person who is bad and knows it, and usually retaliate against these kind of people. That's me in a nutshell..
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Rp'ng is when you act as another character, aka, playing his role.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is emoting an action that doesn't let the person(s) you are emoting with respond, just like an instakill. Metagaming is when you use information from OOC to aid you IC.
IC
Name: Letho
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Standing at a bulking 6'4, Letho is a giant of a man, and carries the muscle and bulk to veryfy the statement. He tends to wear sleeveless clothes at most times, for the sleve's usually tighten the grip on the muscles of his arms, which he finds highly arroying. It is also less restricting for any hand to hand combat situations that may arise, which makes it easier to weild his longsword aswell. He generally walks in public in chain armour at the least, never wanting to be vulnerable at attack, despite his overshadowing size and threatening gaze. A scar runs down his face and multiple bruises and burns cover his arms. He is bald and has a stubble for a beard, that he usually shaves clean, or keeps to a stubble when not bothered, knowing hair only interferes in battle of any kind. Apat from this, what seperates Letho from most, apart from his size, would be his dark golden eyes, one of his more 'unique' traits.
Fears: Letho has a childhood fear and hatred of the undead, believeing they should be resting in peace after falling in battle, the fear arising from how warriors of old could rise up to ovetake the obviously weaaker and less threatening world he lives in now, but what he fears above his is defeat in battle, fir Letho dreams of dying in battle to rest among the greatest of warriors, be it in heacen or hell, though Death is somethoing he would preferabally avoid until he believe's he is a great enough warrior, though he doesn't fear it.
Personality: Letho is usually of a dark and menacing personality, though he is not menacing himself. He helps who he believes he should help and denies help to those he believe's do not deserve it. He usually has a frown or plain look on his face, and emationally is very subtle in public, though in battle he releases his inner rage to tip the odds in his favour. Not many, almost none at all, know though that under his hard shell, Letho is actually very lonely, something he would hide from anyone at all costs. He finds it hard making friends and has long given up his search for one a long time ago. His size and compection now, he has seen, scare and make others wary of him, which he thinks of 'unfair' for he never chose his looks to begin with. To most he would be seen as a calm, somewhat grumpy man and menacing large man with an alarming large longsword on his back. This look of him usually drives people away, not to mention his scars and multiple burn marks, but most importantly his dark golden eyes.
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, usually a town guard or something of the sort
Skills: Fishing, smelting, crafting, swordsmanship, mining, playing the minstrel, lifting heavy objects, hand to hand combat expert, interrogation.
Nickname (Optional): The Giant
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes.
Can You Character Farm?: Not farm, but fish.
Can Your Character Mine?: Yes.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: He can smith, hunt, fish and even interrogate, along with moving heavy objects from one place to another (such as loading cannonballs into a cannon.)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Letho was not grew large, but was born large, compared to any of the other babies in his time, or in this time. He was born to a *****, an experienced one at that, so she had no troubles giving birth to him, though carrying him around for 9 months was quite a feat, especially for a woman. She loved Letho and Letho loved her, that is, until Letho reached the age of 10. His mother had just returned home to thir shack, and he saw tears in her eyes. He asked her what had happened, and she said 'I told your father about you today at work, and he gave me this' she pointed to her bruised lip. Letho was enraged at this! She swore and stomped, and he promised his mother that he would kill his father, for her sake. She only wept, believeing that this would never be, though she was mistaken, and this would lead to many more tears. Letho, from that pont on, trained. He trained with a large and heavy tree branch. He trained with it as if holding a sword. He picked up on how to use it from the duel's of men in the town square. He begged the local carpenter to carve the stick into a wooden sword, so he could practice more efficiently. e refused, but guided Letho to join the local guard. Letho was wary of this, thinking he could not commit murder, but the carpenter explained that by joining the guard Letho could learn superior sword mastery, with an actual iron blade. Letho was overjoyed, and the next day he requested to join the guard. Impressed by Letho's size and amatuer combat abilities for his age, at 11 Letho joined the local townsguard. From then on, for the next 7 years, Letho learnt the way of the sword, and how to use it most efficiently. At the age of 18 he believed he knew enough, to commit the act that he had promised his mother all those years ago, the act that he used to motivate himself every day for the past 7 years. He sharpened his sword, donned his armour, and left, in search of his father, the captain of the guard, prepared to face him, and a certain death.
That night Letho returned home, covered in blood, the golden of his eyes burning brighter than ever before. He opened teh creaking door and found his mother sleeping. He left a leather pouch on the bed beside her, packed up all his belongings, left most of the money that he had earned acting as the guard, and departed to the nearest port on foot. It was early morning when his mother awoke, to the smell of rotten flesh no dpubt, she thought. She spied the leather pouch on the ebd beside her, edgily took a sniff and gaeed herself. She slowly opened the pouch, and what she saw within made her scream with fear, and hidden happiness, though she knew what to do. Ignoring the money of the side of the table, she ran to the townsguard, the heard of her husband in her hands. Soon a warrant for Letho's arrest had been made and the town was searched, but by this time Letho was long gone, travelling on a distant ship, dreaming of his clash with death the previous night, when he slipped his father a drink with poison in it and watched him fall to the floor, when he dragged his body into the alley and chopped at his head, when he finally managed to demember the heat at the 13th strike and the smell of blood, and how he, without any hesitation, climbed abord the ship in the dead of the night, no payment required, and sailed for unknown lands.
It has been 17 years since that day, and Letho has made himself the reputation of a mercenary and bounty hunter, going under the title of 'The Giant' or 'Golden Eye' and recently, he found a place he had heard of faintly before. The land was called 'Solterkardi' and normally he would pay no attention to such things, being none of his personal concern, but he heard that many were imigrating to it, which meant there would be much fortune to be made there, and with a grin on his face, he set sail, this time with payment, for he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot here, and embraced the ocean air once more, wondering what destiny now hard a store for him, and what new chapter of his life would now be written...
You put alot of time into the app, and it shows! But there are two minor issues
1. Read the Rules
2. Try to say you are adept with a sword, it sounded like you were a master of it. We like when players get very strong by RPing on the server, rather than through a backstory
Really #1 is the most important. It wont take long to fix with that being the only real problem.
For now Denied
Oh beg your pardon, I skimmed over the bit of the required dragon's shout, wont happen again! Secondly, I corrected about 50 mistakes in the story (I was writing it on a Galaxy Tab II) and also, as for your second point, in the original I added it took Letho about 13 strikes to dismember a head, which is actually pretty bad for someone who has been training under a town guard for 7 years or so, even though a town guard in some village wouldn't have the greatest swordsmen trainers anyways, but yeah, never wanted to be the 'Pro Swordsman' from the back story, so a re analysis of my app would be much appreciated.
P.S: I just edited my previous post to save you the trouble of scrolling a few more bits, but then again you must already have done so if you are reading this...
IGN: TheBioverse
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Played on countless minecraft RP servers, LotC and Gildorym being some of the bigger ones. Apart from minecraft I love to roleplay in games such as Lotro, DDO, DnD PnP, etc etc. How did you find us(For our referal program): I heard a few people talking about it on the web, decided to check it out.
Why Us: Well, in a nutshell, it's a skyrim minecraft RP server, something I searched for myself for a while to no avail, it looks organized, dedicated, shall I go on?
Time You Can Dedicate: Most of my weekend, an hour or 2 a day.
Brief Description of Yourself: Without being too modest, I'm an artist, as in really good with sketches and paintings. I love to play fantasy games, and also love to play post apocalyptic ones just the same. I hate strategy games, alot, I feel they are just horrible (probably due to all the free to play browser ones that stink.)I love to be serious just like I love to make people laugh when they are down. I like to make people my friends but I can't stand the sight of a person who is bad and knows it, and usually retaliate against these kind of people. That's me in a nutshell..
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Rp'ng is when you act as another character, aka, playing his role.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is emoting an action that doesn't let the person(s) you are emoting with respond, just like an instakill. Metagaming is when you use information from OOC to aid you IC.
IC
Name: Letho
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Standing at a bulking 6'4, Letho is a giant of a man, and carries the muscle and bulk to veryfy the statement. He tends to wear sleeveless clothes at most times, for the sleve's usually tighten the grip on the muscles of his arms, which he finds highly annoying. It is also less restricting for any hand to hand combat situations that may arise, which makes it easier to weild his longsword aswell. He generally walks in public in chain armour at the least, never wanting to be vulnerable at attack, despite his overshadowing size and threatening gaze. A scar runs down his face and multiple bruises and burns cover his arms. He is bald and has a stubble for a beard, that he usually shaves clean, or keeps to a stubble when not bothered, knowing hair only interferes in battle of any kind. Apat from this, what seperates Letho from most, apart from his size, would be his dark golden eyes, one of his more 'unique' traits.
Fears: Letho has a childhood fear and hatred of the undead, believeing they should be resting in peace after falling in battle, the fear arising from how warriors of old could rise up to ovetake the obviously weaker and less threatening world he lives in now, but what he fears above his is defeat in battle, for Letho dreams of dying in battle to rest among the greatest of warriors, be it in heaven or hell.
Personality: Letho is usually of a dark and menacing personality, though he is not menacing himself. He helps who he believes he should help and denies help to those he believes do not deserve it. He usually has a frown or plain look on his face, and emationally is very subtle in public, though in battle he releases his inner rage to tip the odds in his favour. Not many, almost none at all, know though that under his hard shell, Letho is actually very lonely, something he would hide from anyone at all costs. He finds it hard making friends and has long given up his search for one a long time ago. His size and compection now, he has seen, scare and make others wary of him, which he thinks of 'unfair' for he never chose his looks to begin with. To most he would be seen as a calm, somewhat grumpy man and menacing large man with an alarming large longsword on his back. This look of him usually drives people away, not to mention his scars and multiple burn marks, but most importantly his dark golden eyes.
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, usually a town guard or something of the sort.
Skills: Fishing, smelting, crafting, swordsmanship, mining, playing the minstrel, lifting heavy objects, hand to hand combat expert, interrogation.
Nickname (Optional): The Giant
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes.
Can You Character Farm?: Not farm, but fish.
Can Your Character Mine?: Yes.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: He can smith, hunt, fish and even interrogate, along with moving heavy objects from one place to another (such as loading cannonballs into a cannon.)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Letho was not grew large, but was born large, compared to any of the other babies in his time, or in this time. He was born to a *****, an experienced one at that, so she had no troubles giving birth to him, though carrying him around for 9 months was quite a feat, especially for a woman. She loved Letho and Letho loved her, that is, until Letho reached the age of 10. His mother had just returned home to thir shack, and he saw tears in her eyes. He asked her what had happened, and she said 'I told your father about you today at work, and he gave me this' she pointed to her bruised lip. Letho was enraged at this! He swore and stomped, and he promised his mother that he would kill his father, for her sake. She only wept, believeing that this would never be, though she was mistaken, and this would lead to many more tears. Letho, from that pont on, trained. He trained with a large and heavy tree branch. He trained with it as if holding a sword. He picked up on how to use it from the duel's of men in the town square. He begged the local carpenter to carve the stick into a wooden sword, so he could practice more efficiently. He refused, but guided Letho to join the local guard. Letho was wary of this, thinking he could not commit murder, but the carpenter explained that by joining the guard Letho could learn superior sword mastery, with an actual iron blade. Letho was overjoyed, and the next day he requested to join the guard. Impressed by Letho's size and amatuer combat abilities for his age, at 11 Letho joined the local townsguard. From then on, for the next 7 years, Letho learnt the way of the sword, and how to use it most efficiently. At the age of 18 he believed he knew enough, to commit the act that he had promised his mother all those years ago, the act that he used to motivate himself every day for the past 7 years. He sharpened his sword, donned his armor, and left, in search of his father, the captain of the guard, prepared to face him, and a certain death.
That night Letho returned home, covered in blood, the golden of his eyes burning brighter than ever before. He opened the creaking door and found his mother sleeping. He left a leather pouch on the bed beside her, packed up all his belongings, left most of the money that he had earned acting as the guard, and departed to the nearest port on foot. It was early morning when his mother awoke, to the smell of rotten flesh no doubt, she thought. She spied the leather pouch on the bed beside her, edgily took a sniff and gagged herself. She slowly opened the pouch, and what she saw within made her scream with fear, and hidden happiness, though she knew what to do. Ignoring the money of the side of the table, she ran to the towns guard, the heard of her husband in her hands. Soon a warrant for Letho's arrest had been made and the town was searched, but by this time Letho was long gone, traveling on a distant ship, dreaming of his clash with death the previous night, when he slipped his father a drink with poison in it and watched him fall to the floor, when he dragged his body into the alley and chopped at his head, when he finally managed to dismember the head at the 13th strike and the smell of blood, and how he, without any hesitation, climbed aboard the ship in the dead of the night, no payment required, and sailed for unknown lands.
It has been 17 years since that day, and Letho has made himself the reputation of a mercenary and bounty hunter, going under the title of 'The Giant' or 'Golden Eye' and recently, he found a place he had heard of faintly before. The land was called 'Solterkardi' and normally he would pay no attention to such things, being none of his personal concern, but he heard that many were immigrating to it, which meant there would be much fortune to be made there, and with a grin on his face, he set sail, this time with payment, for he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot here, and embraced the ocean air once more, wondering what destiny now hard a store for him, and what new chapter of his life would now be written...
*ahem* FUS RO DAH!!!
Thank you for fixing it and being understanding, Accepted. Still a good app
And as soon as the server is up ill add ya to the whitelist
I couldnt find it on the OP so i decided to post it here, this is the Forum that you guys can do the following
1. Apply for a VA
2. Post Plug In Suggestions
3. Ban Appeals
4. Character Backup
5. Apply to make a guild
6. At a later date, apply to make a town
And things like that. Ill contact Shino to tell her how to change it around, making certain accounts staff and how to change the entire look of it. Also how to remove threads and how to make new areas and such.
IGN: guano9000 Age:14 Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games [b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Kreg and his family was living near Dawnstar when there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother. He then started to walk towards the door. He was found the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road and was taken to Riften to live as a orphan. He lived a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. One day he saw the solider who killed his family he took out his blade and ran up and stabbed the imperial. He ran away and later joined the dark brother hood were he trained and learned to be an assassin. He is roaming skyrim doing assassination contracts and killing any imperials that try to intervene with his tasks.
IGN: guano9000 Age:14 Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games [b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother.They tried to keep in there tears. Kreg saw the soldiers searching the house throwing everything on the ground. The solider started to walk towards the door. Kreg and his sister started to panic. The solider kick down the door then the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road. he lived as a orphan with a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. He was later contacted by the dark brotherhood to join and train with them to be an assassin. After many long years of hard training he set out to help the stormcloaks by assassinating high priority imperial targets. To this day he is hunting down imperials. Fus Ro Dah
IGN: guano9000 Age:14 Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games [b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother.They tried to keep in there tears. Kreg saw the soldiers searching the house throwing everything on the ground. The solider started to walk towards the door. Kreg and his sister started to panic. The solider kick down the door then the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road. he lived as a orphan with a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. He was later contacted by the dark brotherhood to join and train with them to be an assassin. After many long years of hard training he set out to help the stormcloaks by assassinating high priority imperial targets. His fellow stormcloaks told him about a imperial Sargent who was commanding troops in a land called Solterkardi. He set off on a boat with 5 fellow stormcloaks and a good supply of food. After months on the boat they finally arrived. They went to the nearest town to get some information on the location of the Sargent. They heard he was located in a large barricaded town with many troopers. They sent word to there ally's. In a few months they would set out with a army to fight and kill him.
Alright Great, just respond to me, how are there Stormcloaks if Skyrim was destroyed hundreds of years ago.
Just tell me and I'll accept you.
When Alduin was demolishing skyrim the stormcloaks sent out there ships in 3 different paths one straight from Windhelm another from Dawnstar and the 3rd set off from a hidden stormcloak camp behind solitude. They were all suppose to reach Solstheim. Only 4 boats from the hidden camp made it the rest were either destroyed by the imperials or burned by dragons. The stormcloaks that survived went right ahead to rebuild the stormcloak legacy.
IGN: guano9000 Age:14 Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games [b]Howdid you find us(Forourreferal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraftforums WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day BriefDescriptionofYourself: Helpful, nice, good in school ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explaininyour own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing, Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWieldASword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b]paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 his family was traveling all over Solsthiem as travelling merchants to sell his father’s weapons and armor. On their way to their next stop. They were halted by two people in iron armor. They told them to get off the caravan or they would kill them. As they got off the men grabbed them and knocked them out. As Kreg woke up he couldn’t move. He struggled to get up but he was attached to iron bars with chains. He yelled for help but no one answered. Then he heard foot step coming from the hallway. A man in leather armor appeared. He said that him and his family are being taken captive and are going killed. He tried to reach out to attack the man but he stopped again by the chains. The man called in two guards that then unchained Kreg and dragged him to the outside of their base. As he emerged outside he saw his family being executed. He watched as his family was getting killed one by one and he knew he was going to be next. But one of the guards unchained him and told him to run to the village and ask for help. Kreg ran with the sound of guards yelling “GET HIM!” He ran and ran and ran until he could see part of the village. He ran into the jarls house yelling for help. He explained what happened and the jarl told him that the guards would take care of the bandits. He took Kreg to a man named Elric. The jarl told him that he would take care of Kreg for some time. Kreg was crying for days and couldn’t sleep. After a few days he heard word that the guards have killed the bandits. Kreg was relieved that were dead. Elric told Kreg that he would take care of him until he could live on his own. 10 years had passed. Kreg said good bye to Elric and left to join the dark brother hood. He went through many trials but finally he was able to join and train with them. After years of training he left to kill any evil that would dare to harm innocent people. He got word of a major bandit hideout that was killing villagers In Solterkardi. He set off on a boat with food and supplies to last the entire trip. When he arrived he talked to the jarls of the villages to help their guards destroy the bandits. After he convinced all the jarls to let him help he set off with an army of guards to destroy the bandits.
Accepted :3
IGN: NomzNommer
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Ive had alot of experience, but all of the other servers have shut down, not satisfying my need for RP.
How did you find us(For our referal program): I was just looking through the MC forums.
Why Us: I like TES
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots
Brief Description of Yourself: Dedicated, fun to be around.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Being a new life that you make and craft yourself.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is forcing actions on others and being invulnerable. Metagaming is using OOC knowledge IC.
IC
Name: Walker, the Tamriel Ranger
Race:Man.
Gender: Man.
Age: Some say he is just an old man, others say he is immortal. Meaning: anywheres from 50s-Infinite.
Appearance: Average height. Ginger/brownish hair. A manly beard that is said to have a fist under it. Sharp and piercing brown eyes. So sharp infact that if his gaze passes over you, you get cut in half. Abs of steel, that reflect any attack. A hairy and manly body. A wink that beguilles any woman to bed. A smile that is normally the last thing anyone sees.
Fears: His reflection, for nothing except himself can be so awesome.
Personality: A very serious man. When he smiles, it means he's laughing because you're dead.
Occupation: Dealer of death. Fulltime badass.
Skills: Roundhouse kicks, decimating anything, selling Total Gyms.
Nickname (Optional): God. Death.
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: No. He uses Law and Order; his left and right legs. He also uses Justice and Revenge, his left and right hands.
Can You Character Farm?: No. Farming is for people who need food.
Can Your Character Mine?: No. Ores are for people who need weapons or armor.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Kick ass and take names.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Walker was simply THERE when it all began. He is the first human and a Divine in himself. He travels around the world, dispensing judgement to any he feels needing of it.
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.:[/b] About 2-3 years.
[b]How did you find us(For our referal program): I searched myself.
Why Us: Ive only seen one other elder scrolls server, and I hate it. This one seems to have PVP, so I'll take this any day.
Time You Can Dedicate: Few hours a day, more on weekends.
Brief Description of Yourself: I'm a sarcastic, intelligent joker who will probably rub a few people the wrong way, but overall keep to myself.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Becoming someone else and immersing yourself in a world.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming, well, its basically playing god. Nailing 50 headshots in a row, breaking out of steel chains, crap like that. Metagaming-OH, lords do I hate this. Basically using OOC info IC.
IC
Name: Trensk Muir
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: He's about a 6' tall, slightly built imperial with green eyes and he wears baggy red clothes, to mostly disguise his form.
Fears: Daedra and Vultures are his main ones. He has slight agoraphobia (Fear of large, open spaces) also.
Personality: He is mostly a quiet, reserved man whose sarcasm and wit has led him to more fights than he'd like.
Occupation: Blacksmith, mercenary, and occasional thief.
Skills: Stealth, Bows & arrows, daggers and short swords.
Nickname (Optional):
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
Can You Character Farm?:No
Can Your Character Mine?: No
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Archery, blacksmithing, thievery, and he has some diplomatic skill.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Cyrodill, north of the capitol, he was raised, simply, as the son of a blacksmith (also a retired city guard) and a tavern maid. For the first part of his life, he followed in his father's footsteps, learning how to smith, some fighting, and a bit of smoothtalking from his mother. He learned, he lived, he laughed, it was all fun and games. Life seemed perfect.....Almost. Sometimes, his father would drink and beat him and his mother, but they learned when to avoid him and when to be near him. They learned.
Fus Roh Dah, By the way.
You have been banned with appeal only. You must wait one week before sending in your appeal.
Thank you.
IGN: TheBioverse
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Played on countless minecraft RP servers, LotC and Gildorym being some of the bigger ones. Apart from minecraft I love to roleplay in games such as Lotro, DDO, DnD PnP, etc etc.
How did you find us(For our referal program): I heard a few people talking about it on the web, decided to check it out.
Why Us: Well, in a nutshell, it's a skyrim minecraft RP server, something I searched for myself for a while to no avail, it looks organized, dedicated, shall I go on?
Time You Can Dedicate: Most of my weekend, an hour or 2 a day.
Brief Description of Yourself: Without being too modest, I'm an artist, as in really good with sketches and paintings. I love to play fantasy games, and also love to play post apocalyptic ones just the same. I hate strategy games, alot, I feel they are just horrible (probably due to all the free to play browser ones that stink.)I love to be serious just like I love to make people laugh when they are down. I like to make people my friends but I can't stand the sight of a person who is bad and knows it, and usually retaliate against these kind of people. That's me in a nutshell..
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Rp'ng is when you act as another character, aka, playing his role.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming is emoting an action that doesn't let the person(s) you are emoting with respond, just like an instakill. Metagaming is when you use information from OOC to aid you IC.
IC
Name: Letho
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Standing at a bulking 6'4, Letho is a giant of a man, and carries the muscle and bulk to veryfy the statement. He tends to wear sleeveless clothes at most times, for the sleve's usually tighten the grip on the muscles of his arms, which he finds highly annoying. It is also less restricting for any hand to hand combat situations that may arise, which makes it easier to weild his longsword aswell. He generally walks in public in chain armour at the least, never wanting to be vulnerable at attack, despite his overshadowing size and threatening gaze. A scar runs down his face and multiple bruises and burns cover his arms. He is bald and has a stubble for a beard, that he usually shaves clean, or keeps to a stubble when not bothered, knowing hair only interferes in battle of any kind. Apat from this, what seperates Letho from most, apart from his size, would be his dark golden eyes, one of his more 'unique' traits.
Fears: Letho has a childhood fear and hatred of the undead, believeing they should be resting in peace after falling in battle, the fear arising from how warriors of old could rise up to ovetake the obviously weaker and less threatening world he lives in now, but what he fears above his is defeat in battle, for Letho dreams of dying in battle to rest among the greatest of warriors, be it in heaven or hell.
Personality: Letho is usually of a dark and menacing personality, though he is not menacing himself. He helps who he believes he should help and denies help to those he believes do not deserve it. He usually has a frown or plain look on his face, and emationally is very subtle in public, though in battle he releases his inner rage to tip the odds in his favour. Not many, almost none at all, know though that under his hard shell, Letho is actually very lonely, something he would hide from anyone at all costs. He finds it hard making friends and has long given up his search for one a long time ago. His size and compection now, he has seen, scare and make others wary of him, which he thinks of 'unfair' for he never chose his looks to begin with. To most he would be seen as a calm, somewhat grumpy man and menacing large man with an alarming large longsword on his back. This look of him usually drives people away, not to mention his scars and multiple burn marks, but most importantly his dark golden eyes.
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, usually a town guard or something of the sort.
Skills: Fishing, smelting, crafting, swordsmanship, mining, playing the minstrel, lifting heavy objects, hand to hand combat expert, interrogation.
Nickname (Optional): The Giant
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes.
Can You Character Farm?: Not farm, but fish.
Can Your Character Mine?: Yes.
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: He can smith, hunt, fish and even interrogate, along with moving heavy objects from one place to another (such as loading cannonballs into a cannon.)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Letho was not grew large, but was born large, compared to any of the other babies in his time, or in this time. He was born to a *****, an experienced one at that, so she had no troubles giving birth to him, though carrying him around for 9 months was quite a feat, especially for a woman. She loved Letho and Letho loved her, that is, until Letho reached the age of 10. His mother had just returned home to thir shack, and he saw tears in her eyes. He asked her what had happened, and she said 'I told your father about you today at work, and he gave me this' she pointed to her bruised lip. Letho was enraged at this! He swore and stomped, and he promised his mother that he would kill his father, for her sake. She only wept, believeing that this would never be, though she was mistaken, and this would lead to many more tears. Letho, from that pont on, trained. He trained with a large and heavy tree branch. He trained with it as if holding a sword. He picked up on how to use it from the duel's of men in the town square. He begged the local carpenter to carve the stick into a wooden sword, so he could practice more efficiently. He refused, but guided Letho to join the local guard. Letho was wary of this, thinking he could not commit murder, but the carpenter explained that by joining the guard Letho could learn superior sword mastery, with an actual iron blade. Letho was overjoyed, and the next day he requested to join the guard. Impressed by Letho's size and amatuer combat abilities for his age, at 11 Letho joined the local townsguard. From then on, for the next 7 years, Letho learnt the way of the sword, and how to use it most efficiently. At the age of 18 he believed he knew enough, to commit the act that he had promised his mother all those years ago, the act that he used to motivate himself every day for the past 7 years. He sharpened his sword, donned his armor, and left, in search of his father, the captain of the guard, prepared to face him, and a certain death.
That night Letho returned home, covered in blood, the golden of his eyes burning brighter than ever before. He opened the creaking door and found his mother sleeping. He left a leather pouch on the bed beside her, packed up all his belongings, left most of the money that he had earned acting as the guard, and departed to the nearest port on foot. It was early morning when his mother awoke, to the smell of rotten flesh no doubt, she thought. She spied the leather pouch on the bed beside her, edgily took a sniff and gagged herself. She slowly opened the pouch, and what she saw within made her scream with fear, and hidden happiness, though she knew what to do. Ignoring the money of the side of the table, she ran to the towns guard, the heard of her husband in her hands. Soon a warrant for Letho's arrest had been made and the town was searched, but by this time Letho was long gone, traveling on a distant ship, dreaming of his clash with death the previous night, when he slipped his father a drink with poison in it and watched him fall to the floor, when he dragged his body into the alley and chopped at his head, when he finally managed to dismember the head at the 13th strike and the smell of blood, and how he, without any hesitation, climbed aboard the ship in the dead of the night, no payment required, and sailed for unknown lands.
It has been 17 years since that day, and Letho has made himself the reputation of a mercenary and bounty hunter, going under the title of 'The Giant' or 'Golden Eye' and recently, he found a place he had heard of faintly before. The land was called 'Solterkardi' and normally he would pay no attention to such things, being none of his personal concern, but he heard that many were immigrating to it, which meant there would be much fortune to be made there, and with a grin on his face, he set sail, this time with payment, for he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot here, and embraced the ocean air once more, wondering what destiny now hard a store for him, and what new chapter of his life would now be written...
*ahem* FUS RO DAH!!!
You put alot of time into the app, and it shows! But there are two minor issues
1. Read the Rules
2. Try to say you are adept with a sword, it sounded like you were a master of it. We like when players get very strong by RPing on the server, rather than through a backstory
Really #1 is the most important. It wont take long to fix with that being the only real problem.
For now Denied
Play Supremacy 1914, the free real-time strategy online games and the Browsergame of the Year 2009!
P.S: I just edited my previous post to save you the trouble of scrolling a few more bits, but then again you must already have done so if you are reading this...
Thank you for fixing it and being understanding, Accepted. Still a good app
And as soon as the server is up ill add ya to the whitelist
Play Supremacy 1914, the free real-time strategy online games and the Browsergame of the Year 2009!
I couldnt find it on the OP so i decided to post it here, this is the Forum that you guys can do the following
1. Apply for a VA
2. Post Plug In Suggestions
3. Ban Appeals
4. Character Backup
5. Apply to make a guild
6. At a later date, apply to make a town
And things like that. Ill contact Shino to tell her how to change it around, making certain accounts staff and how to change the entire look of it. Also how to remove threads and how to make new areas and such.
Play Supremacy 1914, the free real-time strategy online games and the Browsergame of the Year 2009!
IGN: guano9000
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games
[b]How did you find us(For our referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums
Why Us:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours a day
Brief Description of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname (Optional):
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
Can You Character Farm?: No
Can Your Character Mine?: Yes
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Kreg and his family was living near Dawnstar when there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother. He then started to walk towards the door. He was found the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road and was taken to Riften to live as a orphan. He lived a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. One day he saw the solider who killed his family he took out his blade and ran up and stabbed the imperial. He ran away and later joined the dark brother hood were he trained and learned to be an assassin. He is roaming skyrim doing assassination contracts and killing any imperials that try to intervene with his tasks.
IGN: guano9000
Age:14
Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games
[b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums
WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing
TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day
BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school
ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them.
WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother.They tried to keep in there tears. Kreg saw the soldiers searching the house throwing everything on the ground. The solider started to walk towards the door. Kreg and his sister started to panic. The solider kick down the door then the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road. he lived as a orphan with a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. He was later contacted by the dark brotherhood to join and train with them to be an assassin. After many long years of hard training he set out to help the stormcloaks by assassinating high priority imperial targets. To this day he is hunting down imperials.
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IGN: guano9000
Age:14
Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games
[b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums
WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing
TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day
BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school
ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them.
WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall,Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing,Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 there was word of Imperal solders looking for stormcloak rebels. Kreg father was working with the stormcloaks at the time. His mother hid him and his sister in the other room. They heard the sound of the door being broken down and then the soldiers questioning his family when Kreg looked through a crack in the door he saw the solider stabbing his father and mother.They tried to keep in there tears. Kreg saw the soldiers searching the house throwing everything on the ground. The solider started to walk towards the door. Kreg and his sister started to panic. The solider kick down the door then the soldiers killed his sister and tryed to kill him but he ran past them and escaped. Kreg was found on the road. he lived as a orphan with a life of stealing from stalls and pick pocketing civilians. He was later contacted by the dark brotherhood to join and train with them to be an assassin. After many long years of hard training he set out to help the stormcloaks by assassinating high priority imperial targets. His fellow stormcloaks told him about a imperial Sargent who was commanding troops in a land called Solterkardi. He set off on a boat with 5 fellow stormcloaks and a good supply of food. After months on the boat they finally arrived. They went to the nearest town to get some information on the location of the Sargent. They heard he was located in a large barricaded town with many troopers. They sent word to there ally's. In a few months they would set out with a army to fight and kill him.
Fus Ro Dah
IGN: guano9000
Age:14
Role-PlayExp.:[/b]Skyrim and other games
[b]How did you find us(Forour referal program): searching for skyrim servers on the minecraft forums
WhyUs:I love skyrim and this server looks amazing
TimeYouCanDedicate: 1-3 hours a day
BriefDescription of Yourself: Helpful, nice, good in school
ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Becoming a character, animal or creature and you immerse your self as them.
WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: Power gaming is being over powerful and nothing can touch you or kill you while meta gaming is a unfair advantage with knowledge.
IC
Name: Kreg
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, Strong, Wears wolf fur armor with chain mail
Fears: Heights
Personality: Intelligent,
Occupation: Knife throwing, Archery and Blacksmithing
Skills: Agile, Silent
Nickname(Optional):
CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
CanYouCharacterFarm?: No
CanYourCharacterMine?: Yes
WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?: Assassinations and Mercenary work
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs) When Kreg was 10 his family was traveling all over Solsthiem as travelling merchants to sell his father’s weapons and armor. On their way to their next stop. They were halted by two people in iron armor. They told them to get off the caravan or they would kill them. As they got off the men grabbed them and knocked them out. As Kreg woke up he couldn’t move. He struggled to get up but he was attached to iron bars with chains. He yelled for help but no one answered. Then he heard foot step coming from the hallway. A man in leather armor appeared. He said that him and his family are being taken captive and are going killed. He tried to reach out to attack the man but he stopped again by the chains. The man called in two guards that then unchained Kreg and dragged him to the outside of their base. As he emerged outside he saw his family being executed. He watched as his family was getting killed one by one and he knew he was going to be next. But one of the guards unchained him and told him to run to the village and ask for help. Kreg ran with the sound of guards yelling “GET HIM!” He ran and ran and ran until he could see part of the village. He ran into the jarls house yelling for help. He explained what happened and the jarl told him that the guards would take care of the bandits. He took Kreg to a man named Elric. The jarl told him that he would take care of Kreg for some time. Kreg was crying for days and couldn’t sleep. After a few days he heard word that the guards have killed the bandits. Kreg was relieved that were dead. Elric told Kreg that he would take care of him until he could live on his own. 10 years had passed. Kreg said good bye to Elric and left to join the dark brother hood. He went through many trials but finally he was able to join and train with them. After years of training he left to kill any evil that would dare to harm innocent people. He got word of a major bandit hideout that was killing villagers In Solterkardi. He set off on a boat with food and supplies to last the entire trip. When he arrived he talked to the jarls of the villages to help their guards destroy the bandits. After he convinced all the jarls to let him help he set off with an army of guards to destroy the bandits.
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