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): sweetcosmo703
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: Powergaming is controlling another player's character. (He attacked Lyra and killed her with just one slash of his sword)
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: Using OOC knowledge in RP to help character
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: Playing as a fantasy character in a fantasy world
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 the other player allows
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parenthesis or in the OOC channel
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?: If you trained at the Academy or given permission by an admin
Who are the Fallen?: A group of superstitious and peaceful people. They have lived in isolation since the Sky Islands arose.
When and how did our current government come to be?: Our current govenrment appeared in 169 A.R. after the last King of the Linyera family is unable to defeat the rebels. The new system is put into place and run by a Chacellor.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people sent to defend the Chancellory from assualts, primarily from the threats of Bloodstone Isand.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Yes. I have been on servers and forums.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: One server closed, another server had terrible staff and horrible roleplaying skills.
Character Information
Name: Lyra
Age: 19
Class: Laborer
Physical description: short blond hair that makes her look like a boy. She is light skinned and has bright blue eyes. She is of an average height and average weight. She has one notable scar along her neck.
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.):
Lyra was born into a middle class family. She was of an average weight, average height, average intelligence. She was of little importance to her reputation maintaining family who paid little heed to her dreams of being important in society. Her parents often mention how she was so quiet as a baby, and seemed to prefer to take in her surrounding than make noise. They mentioned how they always thought she was just sleeping, but when they'd look at her, her big blue eyes would be open and alert. As she grew older she noticed everyone in her family followed the same routine every single day. Her father was a merchant and her mother, a housewife. Everyday, besides one day of the week reserved for socializing among nosy neighbors and higher members of society, they worked their separate jobs. When her father returned home, he and her mother showed little affection towards each other and the kids. They were always tired, it seemed. Her mother would cook dinner, usually something simple, around the same time. They would go to sleep by eight every night and arise at five, before the sun would rise. Lyra was usually awake at this time, writing about adventures of some fantasy character she had imagined. She never dared to show her parents these works, as she knew they would not approve. Her siblings chose to ignore the lack of affection and increase of boredom in the household, but Lyra could not. Her parents were not cruel, but sometimes when she noticed other families hugging or showing any form of love, she felt saddened. While she was eleven, she got into a sort of rebellious phase. All she wanted to do was disobey her parents orders of going to sleep by eight and waking at five. She wanted to go outside and play after dark, and search for new places to hide in the small yard they had when her annoyed parents came to look for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she was completely fed up of being normal. She wanted to go the extra mile and become someone of value and worth. She wanted to become an alchemist more than anything. She decided to apply to the Academy when she grew older and "wiser". Nine years pass and she finally developed the courage and skill to apply, and is currently still waiting for the answer. She knows her family will be displeased by thought of having a chance at failure, but by this time, she truly doesn't care. She wishes to be in literature as her primary degree, and then Alchemy as her Secondary. Although she knows she has a slim chance of making it into the Academy, she is willing to try anything to become unique and to not blend in like her family.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Reaching independence
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is clever and a quick learner
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Controlling what she calls her "demons" (fear, anger, nerves, etc.)
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Lyra headed down the streets of the Capitol, eyes scanning her surrondings. She turned her head to a sound of muffled whimpers and pleads. An all too familar sight lay before her. Two heavily armed guards were relentlessly harassing a young girl, not much younger than Lyra. I can't just leave her there, Lyra thought but I can't take them down either. Lyra sighed as she looked around to find something to distract the guards. An empty bottle of ale lie a few feet in front of her, and Lyra smirked a little. She heaved her arm back and threw the bottle so that it smashed upon a wall several feet away from the guards. A woman's shrill scream was enough to divert the guard's attention. As soon as the guards were far enough away, the girl ran towards the inn and Lyra watched her go. Hmph, well don't thank me then, she thought, but felt a warm feeling of happiness inside her at the thought of helping the woman. She sighed as she headed to the east, continuing on her way.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"You! Girl! I recognize you!" a voice said just as Lyra was about to leave the crowded tavern. Lyra turned to see a heavily intoxicated man stumble towards her, clutching beer in one hand. "You're Lusca's daughter," he said, slurring his words. "Yeah, so?" Lyra replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're mother was so strange, she was always trying to impress the boys. She had little appeal to them though. She was so worthless." I swallowed. "Look, I don't know who you are, insulting my mother, but go tell it to someone who cares." "You're just as foolish as her. Talking back to a man obviously bigger than her." Lyra sighed. "Sir, she may not have been the best mother, but she's still mine. I love her, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." The man laughed, but turned and headed back to drink more. Lyra felt a tear form by her eye as she realized how much she missed her boring parents.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
A gleam from the right distracted Lyra's gaze. A beautiful woman wearing a stunning emerald necklace moved forward, walking with the air of prominence. "Excuse me!" Lyra said to the woman, who stopped and evaluated the young girl before her. "Yes?" she said with a tone of distaste. "Where ever did you get that necklace," Lyra asked, and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "No place, you'd be able to afford," the woman responded with a sarcastic grin. Lyra narrowed her eyes. "It's a simple question ma'am." The woman ignored Lyra and carried on her way. Lyra moved forward, angered by the woman's arrogance. She turned to see the woman smirking at her, and resisted the urge to turn around and confront the conceited slime. It was extremely hard for Lyra to do, as her own pride began to seep through. She finally turned again, and the woman was gone. Lyra was glad she had been able to control herself. She felt like one demon had been nearly beat by having self control in a time of anger.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No
Other notes: Sorry I didn't read the first time. Hope I can be accepted!
I rarely comment on the forum thread (though I read all apps), but I really, REALLY need to take a moment to say that despite you being deferred the first time sweetcosmo, you have had one of the most impressive apps from a written standpoint thus far, even rivaling the workmanship of some of our returning players. Thank you for fixing all the Zymph pointed out, I am fairly certain he will have no troubles approving you once reviewing the changes!
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): You guys already have it.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing unrealistic situations upon other players.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information gained out of character, in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: When you create a character and view your world through the eyes of that character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have their consent.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In double parenthesis, OOC chat, or whispers
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?: People who have been accepted to the server and taught by the academy/any qualified magic teacher
Who are the Fallen?: A group of people who were separated from the rest of mankind at the Rising.
When and how did our current government come to be?: After a rebellion in 169 A.R., when the Linyera dynasty was ended.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of sky knights that protect the Chancellor and patrol the skies.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I played on the last server, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Emmeline Aries
Age: 23
Class: Ranger
Physical description: Emmeline is a woman of average height with blue eyes and brown hair. She is lithe, and as a result, not very strong at all.
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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.)
Emmeline was born and raised in the Capital. Her mother worked at as an assistant at the treasury and her father was an airship engineer. She grew up with an older sister, and until she was about five years old, her life went rather smoothly. It was when Emmeline was five that things began to go downhill. Recent stress had caused her mother, Jaqueline to visit the bar more and more. Soon, she became addicted to alcohol and would often spend the entire night out, coming at home in the morning either drunk or with a hangover. Not only was having a drunken mother traumatizing to Em at such a young age, her mother's alcohol habits put a strain on her marriage with her very religious father, Malcolm. During their fights, Emmeline would often hide in her room with her older sister, Alissa. Alissa was only a year older than Emmeline, and they were the best of friends.
Jaqueline's alcoholism grew worse and worse and eventually, she split away from her husband, taking Emmeline with her. The entire family was distraught: Malcolm at losing his daughter and wife, and his daughters depressed that they were being taken away from each other. Emmeline lived with her mother for two years after that, and during that time, her mother lost her job at the treasury. She got a job at an Inn, but was fired after a few months. After being evicted from their house, Jaqueline and Em were forced to move from slum house to slum house, eating whatever terrible food they could afford and sleeping indoors whenever they could. Jacqueline eventually got a job at a bordello, but one night, she never came home. Emmeline was taken back in with her sister and father, but the two years with her mother had taken their toll on her. Alissa, who was now eleven, was already reading religious texts and on her way to becoming a devout church member just like their father. Emmeline on the other hand, had no interest in the church. She hated the rules and limitations. She wanted to be free. An engineer perhaps, or maybe even some day, the captain of her very own airship! Under her mother's influence, Em had become much more willful and impetuous, and Malcolm noticed that. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mold his daughter into the daughter he wanted. When Alissa was seventeen, she went off to study at the academy, planning to move to the church afterwards. Em, on the other hand, left to become an engineer and perhaps go to flight school. The problem was, she didn't know where to start. Her father did not support her, and her mother was missing. She and her sister would never be as close as they were when she was a child. Em needed a way to pay for food and a house, and so she decided to hunt and sell her catch in the marketplace. Instead of settling down, she decided to use her money to travel and stay in various inns and taverns as she went. Every time she returned to the capital, she would sell whatever gems and valuables she had come across, and leave once more.
It was during one of these stops in the Capital that she met a man named Araesis. He ran a bookstore, and she had tried to scam him into buying "valuable" books that she had come across on an airship. After she failed to trick him, but decided to buy a book on airship mechanics, the two became close friends. He convinced her to stop moving around in circles and instead pursue a career in engineering, and so that's what she did. She used the knowledge of fighting she had picked up during her travels and decided to become a guard. Lacking the strength to wear plate armor comfortably, she decided to wear lighter armor and use a bow instead, training every day. At the same time, she would borrow books on airships from the library, trying to learn more. She decided that once she made enough money as a guard, she would see if there were any classes she could take at the academy. Whenever she saw an airship passing over the capital, she would stop and think to herself: One day, I'll have one of those... and I'll fly it farther than anybody has ever gone before.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Emmeline's end goal is to become the captain of her very own airship. What happens after that? Even she doesn't know.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Emmeline is very straightforward and a fairly good problem solver. She can generally talk her way out of situations where it's possible. She is also quick and agile.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): She is impetuous, and although if she takes the time to step back and look at the larger picture, she can be very successful, she often acts purely on impulse. This tends to get her into sticky situations. She is not very strong, physically. Although she is strong enough to use a bow, swinging heavier swords is not an option. Finally, she has a tendency to drink too much whenever she is near alcohol. This is most likely from her mother.
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 is friends with Araesis Arundiel.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Em presses herself against the wall the minute she hears the guards harassing the girl. Slowly, she peaks around the corner, thinking about what options she has. She knows that she can't just leave the girl alone, and so she slowly draws her bow. Spinning around the corner, she aims the bow at the closest armored man and lets the arrow fly to the back of his thigh. The man lets out a grunt of pain as he falls onto one knee.
"Let her go!" Emmeline shouts as the other man turns to her.
"You gonna shoot me?"
"Do you really want to find out? Just walk away." The man grunts and helps his friend limp away. Emmeline nods curtly to the girl and walks in the opposite direction.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Emmeline, interested, turns to the man. "So, say I do go to this Bloodstone place. What type of reward are we talking?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Em tosses the man a coin, but says, "I'm already tight enough on money without you people making things worse."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
The man insults Em's mother, and what she does next, even she can't explain. Emmeline, truth be told, didn't love her mother very much at all. Nevertheless, Em doesn't think. Her fist is flying towards the man face before she registers what happens. Even though she is not very strong, the punch to the nose still draws blood. After spitting on the floor, she turns to leave the room of shocked onlookers.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Although Em knows that the necklace is most likely out of her price range, she decides to ask where the woman got it anyway. "Miss, that's a nice necklace you have there. Where did you get it?"
"Thank you! I brought it at the jeweler's, by the northern gates." Em sighs, but says,
"Thanks. I'll stop by there later." Yes, she thinks. It's way out of my price range.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
As per our Whitelisting Procedure as it is spelled out in the OP, the Whitelister who originally deferred your app is responsible for all resubmissions, so Wheatley needs to do it. He ought to be on later this evening to take a look
I never pushed any boundaries in sota so I have no idea why you have a grudge against me. I know my char was hated but take a great actor for example. If they play a char that a lot of people hate that just means that they are a great actor. I have done nothing close to breaking the rules ever on sota so there is no need for such a threat. If there is a problem talk to me about it don't just take advantage of your power.
Silent, you were warned about things back in SotA. It was wrong of me to post here, but I stand by my decision, and am supported by many other staff members. Welk, Scofuz was Zymph's deferral, he's on it now. We're both in the same timezone, so we're usually offline at the same time.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
8/18/2011
Posts:
104
Minecraft:
WholeGrainWheat
Member Details
Accepted:
Queenling1358 - I'd like there to be more detail in the ICRs, but the rest of the app is superb. Next time you apply for a character, just make them a little longer. Happy roleplaying.
sweetcosmo703- A superb application! I, and the rest of the staff are happy to see you join!
skyeti/Jaeden111- Accepted, welcome back to SilverGaming. :3 Also, your character may eventually become the commander of the fleet, anything is possible. My character will be playing the airship piloting teacher, so I look forward to RPing with you.
Here's a link to the forum for you both: http://aneria.enjin.com/ Please stop by and hang out on the forums!
Deferred:
Socfuz- The OOC section of you app is good enough now. But there are still a few complaints I have about your character.
- How can he have a limp and be a moderately fast runner?
- Your characters entire ambition is to clean the name of his father, who you have no one to play (as of now). While this is possible (You could work something out with the guard, where he is in jail.) it's still a bit of a cliche goal. "Clear his family name and win the love of the beautiful girl."
- "He's a military genius." What training did he have other then what he had learnt from his father? Your character is a teenager, meaning he still has very little experience.
Also, you don't have a minecraft account yet, but will be getting one soon. How soon? I suggest you wait until you get the account before applying. You have one more chance before your application is denied.
Also, it'd be appreciated if you'd act a bit more civil towards staff. Your powergaming example was indeed correct, but there's no need for this passive aggressiveness. Good luck if you choose to re-apply!
Yeah guess I'm a lot like my character, sorry about that. I'll take a little while and iron him out a bit more. I'm a good writer, promise, just bad when rushing. I'm gonna slow down and come back with a better one by Thursday.
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"I'll cry till' the tears turn to blood then cry till' it's all drained out of me."
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?: Why of course.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Using "definate" actions while roleplaying that give no chance for the opposition to react/respond (Heine cuts off Welknair's head would be an example)
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information gained/learned in OOC and using it to benefit a character that would otherwise not know this info.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a persona and acting, speaking, living, etc.. like that character would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Me. and Me only (just kidding of course) No one can.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you and the character have agree in OOC or /tell chat that they can be killed.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never unless in OOC or /tell chat. Or if it is clearly in parentheses.
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?: Mages and Priests.
Who are the Fallen?: Also known as the Medori, they are the people that were isolated during the Raising from the people that "live in the sky" They are currently drifting toward the Capitol.
When and how did our current government come to be?: During a battle on the Planes of Raun rebels defeat the Linyera monarch (167 AR) and in 169 AR an altered government is put in place with a Chancellor and three advisors under him.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An ancient order of knights sworn to protect the Capitol.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: soliniaonline (2011) and the first silverage server. Welknair knows me quite well from that server. I also tried out Lord of The Craft recently... which was... disappointing to say the least.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: solinia and silverage went offline, and LOTC was terrible...
Character Information
Name: Kildarien
Age: 24
Class: Laborer
Physical description: Kildarien is about the average height of a human. He is more muscular than most people as he has spent his life laboring. He has short dark brown hair and brown eyes.
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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.):
Kildarien was born near the same time in which Brandon II came into power. He was born in "The Outpost"to a mining family. His father made meager earnings in the mines and his mother stayed at home and looked after the house and Kildarien. Although the family went through tough times economically, their strong faith in the Church kept them hopeful and motivated. Kildarien's familywas known for mining. His father was a miner, his fathers father, and so on, so Kildarien grew up believing that that would be his life.. Just a simple miner. Until he reached a certain degree of maturity, knowledge, and physical ability to work in the mines, he helped his mother at home tending to the farm. Looking up to his father like any young boy would, he desperately wanted to join his father at mines. He worked very hard every day while helping his mother to prove he had the work ethic and to build up his physical ability. Early in the morning before his mother needed his help and in the afternoon when the work was done, Kildarien spent a great deal of time watching the miners and how they operated, he took notes on safety procedures, how long people were in the mines etc. Finally, at the age of 8 Kildarien's father decided that he was strong enough, mature enough, and knew enough about the mines to join him. Kildarien's first day was a little tough, but he soon got used to the way things worked.
Only 4 years later (age 12) Kildarien's father came down with "Miners Lung" and passed 4 months later. His mother was devastated and Kildarien now had to work at the mines alone. Fearing he might share the same fate as his father Kildarien does not wish to live his life in the mines, but has no choice as he has to support his mother and his home.
10 years pass with no significant events in-between and Kildarien has now worked in the mines for roughly 14 years. Kildarien's mother is becoming old and finds working the farm and caring for the house is more difficult than she can handle. A few months later Kildarien comes home to find his mother collapsed on the floor. He tries to wake her but soon learns he will not be able to.. The next day he returns to the mines, depressed and unmotivated. While in the tunnels mining he simply stops.. throws down his pickaxe.. and walks out. He falls to the ground upon exiting the mines and quietly sobs to himself. Overhearing the commotion in the mines of what Kildarien just did and the sound of a man sobbing, an old man approaches Kildarien. He kneels down and whispers in his ear "It will all be ok. Just. Keep. Pushing." Kildarien just sat there, head in his lap and listened as the man walked away. The next day Kildarien felt much more motivated and had felt at ease after praying to Aneria. He now sought out the man that with such simple words, had touched him so sharply. Not knowing what the man looked like, Kildarien's search was futile. The sun was going down and the miners preparing to head home. Kildarien, being disappointed that he was unable to find the man, leaves for home first. As he begins his short walk home, he hears the mans voice, so faint that it seems to be a whisper in the wind. He turns around as fast as he can and begins scanning the area for the source of the voice. He finds him. Seeing how old the man is, Kildarien questions why the man works at the mines at all. Kildarien stands fast and waits until the man leaves and walks by him. Nearly 15 min pass before the man walks towards him. Kildarien reaches out his arm, shoving his hand into the mans chest and stopping him in his path "It was you, wasnt it"? After a long pause and never looking up, the man faintly answers "yes" and walks away.
A week passes before Kildarien finds the man once more. He swiftly approaches the old man and thanks him for his kind words and explains how much of a difference it made for him. The old man shows no signs of response and simply continues working. Disappointed Kildarien begins to slowly walk away when the man finally says "You're welcome.. I have experienced a... similar situation". Kildarien turns to face him, curious of if he will explain. The man walks past him and says "Come on, lets go get some lunch". As they sit down and enjoy a small lunch the old man explains that he had lost his wife not too long ago and hasnt seen his son since then either. Months and weeks go by and the two men slowly but surely gain a close friendship, with the old man being more of a father figure. Kildarien learns that the man is 56 years old, that his name is Tyrion, he has a son the same age of Kildarien that attends the academy, and that he grew up as a farmer. Tyrion was a very honest man and was well respected in the mines. His most distinguishable features being a nearly bald head and a white beard of moderate length. The bond grew and Tyrion saw Kildarien like another son. Tyrion often passed down wisdom to Kildarien hoping that he might achieve more than he has.
Nearly 2 years pass when Kildarien stops working and realizes he wants more from life. He no longer wishes to be known as a simple miner, his family name defines itself in Kildarien's mind as meaning miner and he is sick of it. Thinking of this, he realizes Tyrion had never told Kildarien what HIS last name was.. Kildarien asks and the man tells him
"I went through the exact thing you are currently. My last name to me meant farmer, and I felt thats all I would ever be good for. It was too late in my life to change this but I knew i did not want the same life for my son, Arthon, I made it my goal to completely forget what my family name was so that my son might not think he has to follow the 'family tradition'. I will you give you the same advice.. Forget what your family name is.. go out into the world and make your name for yourself, not carry that of your family's. Do something more Kildarien.. You can be more than just a miner. Go.. Make a name for yourself."
Kildarien is nearly speechless after the mans very inspiring speech.. and simply nods his head. That night Kildarien packed his bags, took what little money he had and was ready to go. That morning he stopped at the mines to bid an unfortunate farewell to his close friend Tyrion. Tyrion, with a tear in his eye gave Kildarien a hug, "make me proud.." Kildarien embraced Tyrion back even stronger, thanked him for everything hes done, and then prepared to leave. As he began to walk away the man asked Kildarien to deliver a message to his son if he was to ever go by The Academy. Kildarien gave Tyrion his word that he would deliver the message and set out towards the Capitol.
Additional Character Information
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make a name for himself and meet Tyrion's son, Arthon.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Being a farmer and miner for his whole life, Kildarien is more muscular than the average person. He very caring and understanding.. considered a "relater" He is wise and views/thinks in a logical way. He is very persistent and never gives up. Very skilled miner and farmer.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He is unsure of himself and often questions his actions, no longer having an authoritive figure in his life. He normally keeps to himself and his thoughts and can be socially awkward.
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.): Arthon's (Welknair) father.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Keeping to myself I almost walk by the commotion without even noticing. I stop and face the men. "What reasons would two obviously strong men have to harass a young girl?" "She has stolen a great deal of money from a merchant" " Is this true young lady"? The girl nods. "Return the money and I will set a place for you for dinner at my home." The young girl returns the money and the two men walk away.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
I tell the man that I am not interested. Although an experienced miner, I do not know much in the means of combat and am unwilling to take the risk.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"One should do something more honorable than begging. If you come to my home and do some work for me, I will treat you to a very nice dinner and some coin." The man hastily agrees and follows Kildarien to him home.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Slightly upset from the memory of my mother.. but knowing the man is intoxicated Kildarien simply says "that accusation is not true sir" and walks away.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Beautiful necklace madam, it reminds me of my childhood with my mother. I thank you" Kildarien nods in respect and continues to his destination.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I realize the clothing looks modern, more imagine it as poor man wearing a shirt made out of rags.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
Canadian Armed Forces
Join Date:
10/11/2011
Posts:
210
Location:
Mullraugh
Minecraft:
Mullraugh
Xbox:
Mullraugh
PSN:
Mullraugh
Member Details
If anyone wants a skin, send a cute little email to [email protected]
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
8/18/2011
Posts:
104
Minecraft:
WholeGrainWheat
Member Details
Accepted:
Heine03 - I mean, truly the Order of Aradin is mean to protect the CHANCELLOR, so I...just kidding. Great app, I look forward to seeing you on the server and how you interact with everyone. Not quite so often we get an intentionally socially awkward character. And trust me, I know where you're coming from on LotC.
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): Socfuz
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Hell, yeah! (Seriously who would say no?
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: RP'ing something happened without leading up to it with other RP messages so the other person can't respond to it. Example: I punched Sarfu in the stomach. The other player must be allowed to react. Correct example: I swing my fist towards Sarfu's stomach
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge in character, like crafting recipes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Pretending to be a made up character and acting out your character's moves, thoughts, and actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one! That would be cheating!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player accepts it, and takes it like a man!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you seriously need to ask a question out of game, like: Wait my stuff didn't respawn with me, why? or state something (like incorrect grammar) that won't hinder the RP.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Okay fine I’ll finish reading all of it! Geez!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only those who have learned magic or "The Art" at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen were separated from the rest of the humans in the beginning time. They are a somewhat peaceful and superstitious people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R. by the Chancellor who formed three advisory positions under him. The three positions are: Master of Blades, Master of Words, Master of Coins. Which I'm guessing means these are the leaders of specific branches like Defense, Schooling/Learning, and Economy
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people who patrol the skies, in blimps and hot air balloons, to protect the villagers from aerial assaults.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Not much (Does World of Warcraft really count?), but I do have a great imagination.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None.
Character Information
Name: Shawn Hallert
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Physical description: 5' 11" (5 Foot 11 Inches) 165 Pounds Somewhat muscular arms and legs. Black hair and black eyes. Light tan skin, one large scar on his stomach from a hot air balloon crash. He tried to pilot it at 13. (There's a reason for the goggles, keep reading.)
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-cliché manner.):
Childhood:
Shawn was born in a small village as the son of Robert Hallert, a Ranger for the Order of Aradin, and Esther Hallert, a tavern maid. Shawn was taught everything (his father knew) by his father. Shawn learned how to fire a bow and swing a sword correctly by the age of 8. By the age of 10, due to his father and his friendly nature, Shawn had lot's of friends including a blonde girl with jade green eyes, by the name of Guisella Vanfal, who he secretly loved. Most of his friends went to the Academy, while he stayed home and learned from his father. (His father always hated the Academy.)
The Falling from Grace:
Shawn had everything! A loving mother and father, friends, a good knowledge of the world, a great attitude towards life, and a plenty of money for clothing and food. But that was all about to change, Shawn just turned 13 that fateful day, the day his life would change forever. His father was sent to help escort a royal from another land one day. His father wouldn't be back for three weeks and told Shawn to: "Stay strong and be brave for me." With those final words his dad placed his piloting goggles on Shawn's head and kissed him goodbye. A strange thing since his father loved those goggles. Three weeks later when his father’s ship returned Shawn and his mother waited eagerly for him to step off the ship, but he didn’t! Shawn’s mother asked the crew captain where her husband was, the crew captain just shrugged and said “He was never on my ship, I know that much.” Shawn and his mother returned home awestruck. They were both thinking the same thing, “Where is he?” Soon after “missing person” signs went up for him then went away along with the money from his job. They now had to survive on the small amount of pay and tips from Esther working as a tavern maid. Shawn lost most of his friends except for Guisella, who felt sorry for him.
The Map:
Shawn got a job at the local farm at 16 which brought in some extra money, but still not enough for eating well. One night when his mother had stayed late at the tavern, Shawn decided to look through his father’s stuff, he found some coins in his dad’s trousers and an old, wrinkled piece of paper. Shawn unraveled it and saw it was a map of one of the islands, he thought it must be a drawing he made when he was younger. But upon closer inspection he noticed he had never seen this island before. Where was this island and is this where his father went? At the bottom of the page were three sets of numbers, numbers he knew to be coordinates. Shawn shoved the piece of paper and coins in his pocket grabbed his stone sword and snuck away to find his father.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his father, figure out why he left, and what this strange island has to do with it all.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He has a strong sword swinging arm and a strategic mind (thanks to his father), yet struggles to get hold of a good thought when in tight situations and has no common sense.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): His left arm is weak (so when aiming a bow he's not very good), due to the hot air balloon accident and has a slight limp. His anger can get the better of him, causing him to get into bad situations. He has a short fuse and can snap at the smallest thing. Sometimes he think's he's stronger than he is.
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 only the ones I made up for his story. Maybe someone for Guisella though she probably wouldn't take part in much, so it may not be worth it. I could also play his father or find someone for him, maybe. What do you think?
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. The girl reminds me of Guisella so I run towards the men. " Hey! Leave her alone!" *Pulls out sword* The one man laughs and swiftly kicks my legs out from under me. My sword fly's off into an alley. Oh yeah? says the bigger man. I lift myself back up and say "It's okay. I don't need it.” *Waves hand at them as if to say "bring it"* The one man lunges forward. I swiftly move to the side and trip the man. The man falls and hit's his head on a stone block and is knocked unconscious. I grab his sword and block the second mans stab. He lunges again. I block, but he punches me square in the face. I stumble back, seeing stars. I hardly get my vision back before the second fist comes. I wake up bleeding from my nose and the girl cleaning a cut on my forehead. That was brave of you to help me. the girl says. "Yeah, brave that's what they call that."
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. “Rewarded how?” I have gold. Says the man as he opens his hand and shows me a dozen gold coins. Here take it and you’ll get more IF you return. He says grinning, shoving the coins towards me. I quickly grab the coins and ask “What must I retrieve?” The man leans forward and whispers in my ear: Ten blocks of obsidian. “Are you crazy? That stuff is nearly impossible to mine. And how could I fend off the monsters while mining it?” Just take this diamond pickaxe and get ten blocks of obsidian, don’t worry about the monsters. He growls. “I’ll need a ship to get there.” Use mine right there, just go or the deals off! He shouts pointing to a hot air balloon. I glance at the ship then look at the gold in my hand, I notice something wrong with the gold. It almost appears to be glowing and…. BREATHING! “No thanks, take it back. Get some other sap to do it for you.” I start to walk away then run as I hear the man hollering: No! Just take the gold! Take it, I don’t need it! Please! PLEASE, TAKE THIS DEMON GOLD OFF MY HANDS!!!
(If you didn’t get that I was insinuating the gold was from the Nether.)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. I toss him a silver coin and give him my ham sandwich. Thank you, young man. he says. I smile and walk on. Suddenly I think to myself he looked familiar, somewhat like my dad. I turn around to say something, but he's gone.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oh, really?" The fellow get's a little too close to my face. She was nice, though, if you know what I mean. he says with rancid breath. I knock him to the ground by hitting him in the head with my mug and leave. I hear the man scrambling to stand up, cussing at me, and the bartender laugh as I close the door.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. The jade green emeralds remind me of Guisella's eyes, perhaps I should get something for her? "Good day, my lady. Say where did you get that necklace?" Oh, my boyfriend got this for me from the jeweler down the street. she answers. I go to the jewelry store and see a similar one to the necklace the lady was wearing which is very expensive. I decide to buy a cheaper one for Guisella.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes: Hope you like this version! Please, please, please like it!
I mayyyy have written a poem about my new character. Thought I may as well share it here
Simple Boy
You're a simple boy, aren't you?
Son of farmers
Destined for the same
Born to work the fields
Then pass on
You simple boy
But that didn't suit you, did it?
No, you wanted more
You had to believe
Believe there was more to life than crops and swine
You wanted stories and wonder
And answers to life's questions
You naive boy
And what did you do, boy?
You stole a book
And changed your life
Went from a farmer's son
To a scholar's apprentice
Learned so fast
You smart boy
And how did that end, your search for answers?
With a fancy degree and a lot of facts
But still not enough
To turn back time
To convince your mother
She didn't have to die
Your facts couldn't save her
From herself
You useless boy
How did you react?
You turned back towards your books
Resolved to learn all there was to learn
To be the son your family deserved
You became a professor
But never stopped learning
You determined boy
You didn't foresee what came next, did you?
The war
The war so few saw
But everyone felt
The war that cost you
Your teacher
And your only true friend
The war where you were forced
To kill
You murderous boy
Now what, boy?
You're all alone
No family
No friends
In charge of an academy
Closed for years
You're lost
Unsure
Just trying to live up to
Your own expectations
You simple boy
Socfuz- Your app has improved greatly, and despite a few minor plot quirks, your app could be able to be ironed out and accepted. You're being deferred due to the fact that you don't have a minecraft account, which you'll need to play with us and be accepted. I ask that once you get that minecraft account, you repost this application. Normally after your third deferral, you're denied, but I can tell that you really do want to join, and are trying quite hard.
You'll remain deferred until you get that minecraft account, I'm afraid. But you're welcome to repost this app once you do have it, and will most likely be accepted.
Thanks for working through this with me, and I hope to see you on the server eventually.
Finally finished my new bio and IC respones, now I can reapply
IGN: masterryan7
Real-Life Age: 15
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): matserryan7
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when a character does something such as injuring or killing another character without the other character's permission EG.> *Swings axe and brutally chops off the mans head, his decapitated corpse falling to the ground. A pool of blood slowly spreading out from under it.*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Simply put> Using OOC information (Information your character doesn't know) In character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the 'Role' of a character, who is not you (Normally) and 'Playing' as them or controlling their actions.
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 it is 100% alright with the other player and the Admins allow it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or while putting double brackets (()) around your chat message.
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?: Scholars who have decided to take on magic as their primary degree and have graduated from the Academy
Who are the Fallen?: They are Nomadic type people who live on islands far away from the Chancellery (That recently came REALLY close) who are completely used to violence free lifestyles and live in tents because they do not need to defend themselves (Gypsies)
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 AR After the Linyera family fell from power.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: It was created to protect the Chancellery from any type of assault and to deal with the ever growing threat of the monsters of the Blood stone islands
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Last Horizon, Book of Halegron, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: They were all shut down or stopped for various reasons.
Character Information
Name: Oryon
Age: 35
Class: Fully Fledged (Graduated) Mage (Permission from staff is required for this.)
Physical description: 6'1", Light skin colour, wheres a dark grey cloak covered in runes, brown hair and beard.
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.): ((Basically ignore any OOC type things I put in my journal, they are there because I am making references or jokes and they are not relevant in any way.))*Many years ahead of our time. You are looking through an old house that was burnt down, you see a hidden doorway that the others had somehow missed. Inside is a chest, you open it to find a tattered old leatherbound book. You decide to open it, in it, in swirly script reads:
Hello, my name is Oryon --The last name is smudged too much to read-- this is my... Journal, of sorts. I was born in a normal house, with normal parents, no siblings or pets, just a normal life. I don't remember much of my childhood, I try not to. My mother was a housewife, my father was a sailor, he really loved flying in those airships, he did. My latest memory, would have to be of my childhood when I was around fourteen years of age. It was the day my father first took me on an airship... ((Memeory music and tinkling sound effects))... "Well me boy, are ye ready to git on yer firsht Airship?" My father asked me while ruffling my hair. "I've never been more ready in my life, pops!" Oh how wrong I was((Epic Foreshadowing))... I'm much more ready now ((There goes the foreshadowing *Sigh*)). Anyways, he hoisted me over the rails and I landed on the deck, nearly falling as it swayed underneath me. "Whoa!" I exclaimed, grabbing the rails for support. My father laughed his throaty sailor laugh and said, "Not as eashy at looksh, eh?" He clambered aboard and caught me as nearly fell over again from the swaying he caused. The crew on board laughed while getting the ship ready for embarkment "Are ye shur yer ready ther shon?" I quickly steadied myself and blushed, "I'm fine, dad." "Well then, we had besht git you on a job! Ye can't fly my Ship without workin', ye know." So he put me to work on some knots at the mast, needless to say they were all secure, even before I got there, so it didn't take me long to finish them up. After that it kind of blurs into itself and then the trip was over.
We went many times after that for my whole life, all up until I was enrolled in the Academy.Turns out my mum and dad had been saving up to send me there for quite some time. When I first arrived at the Academy I was surprised by the rickety old bridge that led up to it, but since I was used to the swaying I went up quickly and went through the large gates at it's front. I headed to the Head Master's office, the name on the desk read: Headmaster Quahiro. I walked up and asked, "Um... Are you Headmaster Quahiro?" He stared at me blankly and pointed to the name on the desk. I nodded nervously and swallowed the lump in my throat, "Um... Well, My name is Oryon... I... Um, well I'm here to start in the Academy this year." The last parts spilled out of my mouth in a single half second breath and he looked at me quizzically. "Well then..." He said in an old wise voice. "What do you wish to learn?" He told me about magic, all the different types, about alchemy and everything else that I could learn at the Academy. I eventually, after much thought and consideration ((Not really I just want to troll Mullraugh with iceballs)), decided to learn Transmutation magic.
After many years in the Academy, while I was in my last years at the Acadamy. I was considerably older at this time, some time in my twenties, I believe. That was when Darrel attempted to access that horrid magi-- The rest of this paragraph is heavily smudged and completely illegible-- It took a couple years but we eventually managed to clean up the mess and fix all the damage, but after the-- More smudging, this time only two words--, as they called it, ended it left all of us changed. Now that the Academy is reopening I think my days spent there are over, I have decided to take on a life of adventure, sailing through the skies, on whatever ship I'm allowed passage on, to unkown islands, that have yet to be discovered.
The Journal is signed with a large swirling name: Oryon --The last name is smudged out--.
What your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Ever since... the incident, at the Academy, I have wanted to prevent people from delving into those horrid magics, the other "Planes" as they call them. they are nothing but trouble!
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He can use magic rather well (He has been for some years already.) He is skilled at causing great pain with his quarterstaff, by smacking the top of a person's head.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Like mostly all other mages he has a frail body.
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.): Not this time.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
I was walking down the streets of the capital, I heard shouting and screaming. I silently walked over and took a look, I saw to men, both armed to the teeth, harassing a girl. Being that I know how to control magic very well, I deemed this a situation where it was acceptable to use it. I destroyed the ground under the first man and replaced dirt around his legs so he couldn't move, as the second man turned around a smacked him on the top of his head with my quarterstaff. Seeing that this merely stunned him, I conjured an iceball to throw in his face as I walked backwards. He fell over and shouted something that I'd rather not say, I heard the sounds of heavy footsteps and looked down the road, to see a few guards running towards me. I ran into a nearby alley and hid while they subdued the attackers. The girl had already run away by this point.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
This man... he looked very shady... not the type I would normally commune with, for my own safety. He wanted me to go to the island of blood... He said he would pay me, "How much?" I asked, he pulled out a shabby bag that looked full and shook it, the clinking inside couldn't be anything other than gold. I decide to take on the adventure, maybe I could write in here sometime.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
The other day I found an old man in the street, being kicked by a guard, when the guard left I went to chech if he was alright. He just lay there and asked for some food, saying he only wanted to live for another day, at least. I sighed, this saddened me, that there was such misery in the so called Great Capitol. I took out a large loaf of bread and broke off a chunk, handing it to him so he could eat it. When he had finished I handed him the whole loaf and said, "If you eat chunks about that size, three times a day, this will last you a long time." I went to my home, in a very depressed mood.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I was in a tavern today, everyone had always said they were such an enjoyment. I almost thought so too... I was just sitting there minding my own business, with my half empty cup, when some bloke, he must of been drunk, or just flat out stupid, or maybe he was just a rude fellow. Anyways, he decided I looked like the kind of guy he could insult with no consequences. He walked up to me, or maybe it was a bet from his buddies... Either way, he started insulting my mother, of all the things he could have said! He said things like... nevermind what he said, he was starting to annoy me, I mean, the guy doesn't even know what me mum looks like, and he's there trying to get me to notice him. So I slowly turned around and asked him, "To you take joy from trying to hurt other people?" When he replied I was sure he had to be just flat out stupid. He said "No, I'm just having fun, I don't even know what you're saying." Or at least that's what I thought I heard, past his drunken slobbering. I sighed deeply and decided I should just go. The bloke kept trying to insult me and my mother as I paid for my drink and left, he even followed me outside and shouted after me as I walked away, I decided that taking the chance of the rifts collapsing was worth it to shut him up. I conjured a nice hard iceball and sent it flying towards him. He didn't even see it until it connected with his face, he was so drunk. I heard him fall to the ground, I wasn't even sure if I had knocked him out or if he passed out from all the drink that was killing all of his brain cells.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
I was taking a nice stroll down the street, using my quarterstaff as a walking stick. I wlaked passed a woman wearing an odd looking necklace. I felt and saw the runes on my cloak glow as she walked passed. I turned around to stop her and inquire about her necklace, but she had dissapeared into the crowd. 'What an odd necklace,' I thought. 'I will have to look deeper into this, "maybe it was made of that rare ore, what is it called? Lapis Lazuli? Ah well I'll find out later.' I continued my walk, unhindered for the rest of the day.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nein
Other notes: For all non-staff reading this: My character has been discussed with the admins and owner of the server, that is why I am starting as a fully fledged mage. You are not allowed to do this unless you are given special permissions by the admins/owner (Ask Welknair in other words.)
We kindly ask that you repost revised applications. It reduces the chance that our Whitelisters overlook 'em
IGN: sweetcosmo703
Real-Life Age: 13
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): sweetcosmo703
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: Powergaming is controlling another player's character. (He attacked Lyra and killed her with just one slash of his sword)
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: Using OOC knowledge in RP to help character
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: Playing as a fantasy character in a fantasy world
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 the other player allows
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you use parenthesis or in the OOC channel
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?: If you trained at the Academy or given permission by an admin
Who are the Fallen?: A group of superstitious and peaceful people. They have lived in isolation since the Sky Islands arose.
When and how did our current government come to be?: Our current govenrment appeared in 169 A.R. after the last King of the Linyera family is unable to defeat the rebels. The new system is put into place and run by a Chacellor.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people sent to defend the Chancellory from assualts, primarily from the threats of Bloodstone Isand.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Yes. I have been on servers and forums.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: One server closed, another server had terrible staff and horrible roleplaying skills.
Character Information
Name: Lyra
Age: 19
Class: Laborer
Physical description: short blond hair that makes her look like a boy. She is light skinned and has bright blue eyes. She is of an average height and average weight. She has one notable scar along her neck.
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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.):
Lyra was born into a middle class family. She was of an average weight, average height, average intelligence. She was of little importance to her reputation maintaining family who paid little heed to her dreams of being important in society. Her parents often mention how she was so quiet as a baby, and seemed to prefer to take in her surrounding than make noise. They mentioned how they always thought she was just sleeping, but when they'd look at her, her big blue eyes would be open and alert. As she grew older she noticed everyone in her family followed the same routine every single day. Her father was a merchant and her mother, a housewife. Everyday, besides one day of the week reserved for socializing among nosy neighbors and higher members of society, they worked their separate jobs. When her father returned home, he and her mother showed little affection towards each other and the kids. They were always tired, it seemed. Her mother would cook dinner, usually something simple, around the same time. They would go to sleep by eight every night and arise at five, before the sun would rise. Lyra was usually awake at this time, writing about adventures of some fantasy character she had imagined. She never dared to show her parents these works, as she knew they would not approve. Her siblings chose to ignore the lack of affection and increase of boredom in the household, but Lyra could not. Her parents were not cruel, but sometimes when she noticed other families hugging or showing any form of love, she felt saddened. While she was eleven, she got into a sort of rebellious phase. All she wanted to do was disobey her parents orders of going to sleep by eight and waking at five. She wanted to go outside and play after dark, and search for new places to hide in the small yard they had when her annoyed parents came to look for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she was completely fed up of being normal. She wanted to go the extra mile and become someone of value and worth. She wanted to become an alchemist more than anything. She decided to apply to the Academy when she grew older and "wiser". Nine years pass and she finally developed the courage and skill to apply, and is currently still waiting for the answer. She knows her family will be displeased by thought of having a chance at failure, but by this time, she truly doesn't care. She wishes to be in literature as her primary degree, and then Alchemy as her Secondary. Although she knows she has a slim chance of making it into the Academy, she is willing to try anything to become unique and to not blend in like her family.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Reaching independence
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is clever and a quick learner
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Controlling what she calls her "demons" (fear, anger, nerves, etc.)
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Lyra headed down the streets of the Capitol, eyes scanning her surrondings. She turned her head to a sound of muffled whimpers and pleads. An all too familar sight lay before her. Two heavily armed guards were relentlessly harassing a young girl, not much younger than Lyra. I can't just leave her there, Lyra thought but I can't take them down either. Lyra sighed as she looked around to find something to distract the guards. An empty bottle of ale lie a few feet in front of her, and Lyra smirked a little. She heaved her arm back and threw the bottle so that it smashed upon a wall several feet away from the guards. A woman's shrill scream was enough to divert the guard's attention. As soon as the guards were far enough away, the girl ran towards the inn and Lyra watched her go. Hmph, well don't thank me then, she thought, but felt a warm feeling of happiness inside her at the thought of helping the woman. She sighed as she headed to the east, continuing on her way.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
A group of guards laughing over something interrupted Lyra's thoughts. She had been thinking of ways to improve her skill, and it gretal irritated her that these guards decided to break her thoughts just as the moment where she almost had her answer. The guards were standing around a beggar, who was obviously close to starving to death. They were kicking and beating the man to no avail. Lyra watched in horror as the guards kept kicking the man, over and over. After one final kick, they left the man, still laughing at his condition. Lyra immeaditely ran over to the man, and propped him up in a more comfortable position. Do I give this man food, or do I eat tonight? The look of the man she had denied to help flash in front of her. She could almost hear his sobs. "Here!" she exclaimed, making the man jump. "Take this pork and this apple." She handed him the food and her gave her a smile. "T-Thanks," he said, still recovering from his wounds. Lyra nodded ad stood up. The man's sobbing had grown lower in her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk away. She could hear the man eat, and while knowing she would go hungry tonight, she felt a roll of joy flow through her at the thought of saving the man's life.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"You! Girl! I recognize you!" a voice said just as Lyra was about to leave the crowded tavern. Lyra turned to see a heavily intoxicated man stumble towards her, clutching beer in one hand. "You're Lusca's daughter," he said, slurring his words. "Yeah, so?" Lyra replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're mother was so strange, she was always trying to impress the boys. She had little appeal to them though. She was so worthless." I swallowed. "Look, I don't know who you are, insulting my mother, but go tell it to someone who cares." "You're just as foolish as her. Talking back to a man obviously bigger than her." Lyra sighed. "Sir, she may not have been the best mother, but she's still mine. I love her, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." The man laughed, but turned and headed back to drink more. Lyra felt a tear form by her eye as she realized how much she missed her boring parents.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
A gleam from the right distracted Lyra's gaze. A beautiful woman wearing a stunning emerald necklace moved forward, walking with the air of prominence. "Excuse me!" Lyra said to the woman, who stopped and evaluated the young girl before her. "Yes?" she said with a tone of distaste. "Where ever did you get that necklace," Lyra asked, and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "No place, you'd be able to afford," the woman responded with a sarcastic grin. Lyra narrowed her eyes. "It's a simple question ma'am." The woman ignored Lyra and carried on her way. Lyra moved forward, angered by the woman's arrogance. She turned to see the woman smirking at her, and resisted the urge to turn around and confront the conceited slime. It was extremely hard for Lyra to do, as her own pride began to seep through. She finally turned again, and the woman was gone. Lyra was glad she had been able to control herself. She felt like one demon had been nearly beat by having self control in a time of anger.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No
Other notes: Sorry I didn't read the first time. Hope I can be accepted!
IGN: Queenling1358
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): You guys already have it.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing unrealistic situations upon other players.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information gained out of character, in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: When you create a character and view your world through the eyes of that character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have their consent.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In double parenthesis, OOC chat, or whispers
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?: People who have been accepted to the server and taught by the academy/any qualified magic teacher
Who are the Fallen?: A group of people who were separated from the rest of mankind at the Rising.
When and how did our current government come to be?: After a rebellion in 169 A.R., when the Linyera dynasty was ended.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of sky knights that protect the Chancellor and patrol the skies.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I played on the last server, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Emmeline Aries
Age: 23
Class: Ranger
Physical description: Emmeline is a woman of average height with blue eyes and brown hair. She is lithe, and as a result, not very strong at all.
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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.)
Emmeline was born and raised in the Capital. Her mother worked at as an assistant at the treasury and her father was an airship engineer. She grew up with an older sister, and until she was about five years old, her life went rather smoothly. It was when Emmeline was five that things began to go downhill. Recent stress had caused her mother, Jaqueline to visit the bar more and more. Soon, she became addicted to alcohol and would often spend the entire night out, coming at home in the morning either drunk or with a hangover. Not only was having a drunken mother traumatizing to Em at such a young age, her mother's alcohol habits put a strain on her marriage with her very religious father, Malcolm. During their fights, Emmeline would often hide in her room with her older sister, Alissa. Alissa was only a year older than Emmeline, and they were the best of friends.
Jaqueline's alcoholism grew worse and worse and eventually, she split away from her husband, taking Emmeline with her. The entire family was distraught: Malcolm at losing his daughter and wife, and his daughters depressed that they were being taken away from each other. Emmeline lived with her mother for two years after that, and during that time, her mother lost her job at the treasury. She got a job at an Inn, but was fired after a few months. After being evicted from their house, Jaqueline and Em were forced to move from slum house to slum house, eating whatever terrible food they could afford and sleeping indoors whenever they could. Jacqueline eventually got a job at a bordello, but one night, she never came home. Emmeline was taken back in with her sister and father, but the two years with her mother had taken their toll on her. Alissa, who was now eleven, was already reading religious texts and on her way to becoming a devout church member just like their father. Emmeline on the other hand, had no interest in the church. She hated the rules and limitations. She wanted to be free. An engineer perhaps, or maybe even some day, the captain of her very own airship! Under her mother's influence, Em had become much more willful and impetuous, and Malcolm noticed that. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mold his daughter into the daughter he wanted. When Alissa was seventeen, she went off to study at the academy, planning to move to the church afterwards. Em, on the other hand, left to become an engineer and perhaps go to flight school. The problem was, she didn't know where to start. Her father did not support her, and her mother was missing. She and her sister would never be as close as they were when she was a child. Em needed a way to pay for food and a house, and so she decided to hunt and sell her catch in the marketplace. Instead of settling down, she decided to use her money to travel and stay in various inns and taverns as she went. Every time she returned to the capital, she would sell whatever gems and valuables she had come across, and leave once more.
It was during one of these stops in the Capital that she met a man named Araesis. He ran a bookstore, and she had tried to scam him into buying "valuable" books that she had come across on an airship. After she failed to trick him, but decided to buy a book on airship mechanics, the two became close friends. He convinced her to stop moving around in circles and instead pursue a career in engineering, and so that's what she did. She used the knowledge of fighting she had picked up during her travels and decided to become a guard. Lacking the strength to wear plate armor comfortably, she decided to wear lighter armor and use a bow instead, training every day. At the same time, she would borrow books on airships from the library, trying to learn more. She decided that once she made enough money as a guard, she would see if there were any classes she could take at the academy. Whenever she saw an airship passing over the capital, she would stop and think to herself: One day, I'll have one of those... and I'll fly it farther than anybody has ever gone before.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Emmeline's end goal is to become the captain of her very own airship. What happens after that? Even she doesn't know.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Emmeline is very straightforward and a fairly good problem solver. She can generally talk her way out of situations where it's possible. She is also quick and agile.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): She is impetuous, and although if she takes the time to step back and look at the larger picture, she can be very successful, she often acts purely on impulse. This tends to get her into sticky situations. She is not very strong, physically. Although she is strong enough to use a bow, swinging heavier swords is not an option. Finally, she has a tendency to drink too much whenever she is near alcohol. This is most likely from her mother.
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 is friends with Araesis Arundiel.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Em presses herself against the wall the minute she hears the guards harassing the girl. Slowly, she peaks around the corner, thinking about what options she has. She knows that she can't just leave the girl alone, and so she slowly draws her bow. Spinning around the corner, she aims the bow at the closest armored man and lets the arrow fly to the back of his thigh. The man lets out a grunt of pain as he falls onto one knee.
"Let her go!" Emmeline shouts as the other man turns to her.
"You gonna shoot me?"
"Do you really want to find out? Just walk away." The man grunts and helps his friend limp away. Emmeline nods curtly to the girl and walks in the opposite direction.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Emmeline, interested, turns to the man. "So, say I do go to this Bloodstone place. What type of reward are we talking?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Em tosses the man a coin, but says, "I'm already tight enough on money without you people making things worse."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
The man insults Em's mother, and what she does next, even she can't explain. Emmeline, truth be told, didn't love her mother very much at all. Nevertheless, Em doesn't think. Her fist is flying towards the man face before she registers what happens. Even though she is not very strong, the punch to the nose still draws blood. After spitting on the floor, she turns to leave the room of shocked onlookers.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Although Em knows that the necklace is most likely out of her price range, she decides to ask where the woman got it anyway. "Miss, that's a nice necklace you have there. Where did you get it?"
"Thank you! I brought it at the jeweler's, by the northern gates." Em sighs, but says,
"Thanks. I'll stop by there later." Yes, she thinks. It's way out of my price range.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
Other notes: S U M F
Silent, you were warned about things back in SotA. It was wrong of me to post here, but I stand by my decision, and am supported by many other staff members. Welk, Scofuz was Zymph's deferral, he's on it now. We're both in the same timezone, so we're usually offline at the same time.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Queenling1358 - I'd like there to be more detail in the ICRs, but the rest of the app is superb. Next time you apply for a character, just make them a little longer. Happy roleplaying.
Deferred:
Rejected:
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
sweetcosmo703- A superb application! I, and the rest of the staff are happy to see you join!
skyeti/Jaeden111- Accepted, welcome back to SilverGaming. :3 Also, your character may eventually become the commander of the fleet, anything is possible. My character will be playing the airship piloting teacher, so I look forward to RPing with you.
Here's a link to the forum for you both: http://aneria.enjin.com/ Please stop by and hang out on the forums!
Deferred:
Socfuz- The OOC section of you app is good enough now. But there are still a few complaints I have about your character.
- How can he have a limp and be a moderately fast runner?
- Your characters entire ambition is to clean the name of his father, who you have no one to play (as of now). While this is possible (You could work something out with the guard, where he is in jail.) it's still a bit of a cliche goal. "Clear his family name and win the love of the beautiful girl."
- "He's a military genius." What training did he have other then what he had learnt from his father? Your character is a teenager, meaning he still has very little experience.
Also, you don't have a minecraft account yet, but will be getting one soon. How soon? I suggest you wait until you get the account before applying. You have one more chance before your application is denied.
Also, it'd be appreciated if you'd act a bit more civil towards staff. Your powergaming example was indeed correct, but there's no need for this passive aggressiveness. Good luck if you choose to re-apply!
IGN: Heine03
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):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Why of course.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Using "definate" actions while roleplaying that give no chance for the opposition to react/respond (Heine cuts off Welknair's head would be an example)
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information gained/learned in OOC and using it to benefit a character that would otherwise not know this info.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a persona and acting, speaking, living, etc.. like that character would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Me. and Me only (just kidding of course) No one can.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you and the character have agree in OOC or /tell chat that they can be killed.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never unless in OOC or /tell chat. Or if it is clearly in parentheses.
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?: Mages and Priests.
Who are the Fallen?: Also known as the Medori, they are the people that were isolated during the Raising from the people that "live in the sky" They are currently drifting toward the Capitol.
When and how did our current government come to be?: During a battle on the Planes of Raun rebels defeat the Linyera monarch (167 AR) and in 169 AR an altered government is put in place with a Chancellor and three advisors under him.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: An ancient order of knights sworn to protect the Capitol.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: soliniaonline (2011) and the first silverage server. Welknair knows me quite well from that server. I also tried out Lord of The Craft recently... which was... disappointing to say the least.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: solinia and silverage went offline, and LOTC was terrible...
Character Information
Name: Kildarien
Age: 24
Class: Laborer
Physical description: Kildarien is about the average height of a human. He is more muscular than most people as he has spent his life laboring. He has short dark brown hair and brown eyes.
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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.):
Kildarien was born near the same time in which Brandon II came into power. He was born in "The Outpost" to a mining family. His father made meager earnings in the mines and his mother stayed at home and looked after the house and Kildarien. Although the family went through tough times economically, their strong faith in the Church kept them hopeful and motivated. Kildarien's family was known for mining. His father was a miner, his fathers father, and so on, so Kildarien grew up believing that that would be his life.. Just a simple miner. Until he reached a certain degree of maturity, knowledge, and physical ability to work in the mines, he helped his mother at home tending to the farm. Looking up to his father like any young boy would, he desperately wanted to join his father at mines. He worked very hard every day while helping his mother to prove he had the work ethic and to build up his physical ability. Early in the morning before his mother needed his help and in the afternoon when the work was done, Kildarien spent a great deal of time watching the miners and how they operated, he took notes on safety procedures, how long people were in the mines etc. Finally, at the age of 8 Kildarien's father decided that he was strong enough, mature enough, and knew enough about the mines to join him. Kildarien's first day was a little tough, but he soon got used to the way things worked.
Only 4 years later (age 12) Kildarien's father came down with "Miners Lung" and passed 4 months later. His mother was devastated and Kildarien now had to work at the mines alone. Fearing he might share the same fate as his father Kildarien does not wish to live his life in the mines, but has no choice as he has to support his mother and his home.
10 years pass with no significant events in-between and Kildarien has now worked in the mines for roughly 14 years. Kildarien's mother is becoming old and finds working the farm and caring for the house is more difficult than she can handle. A few months later Kildarien comes home to find his mother collapsed on the floor. He tries to wake her but soon learns he will not be able to.. The next day he returns to the mines, depressed and unmotivated. While in the tunnels mining he simply stops.. throws down his pickaxe.. and walks out. He falls to the ground upon exiting the mines and quietly sobs to himself. Overhearing the commotion in the mines of what Kildarien just did and the sound of a man sobbing, an old man approaches Kildarien. He kneels down and whispers in his ear "It will all be ok. Just. Keep. Pushing." Kildarien just sat there, head in his lap and listened as the man walked away. The next day Kildarien felt much more motivated and had felt at ease after praying to Aneria. He now sought out the man that with such simple words, had touched him so sharply. Not knowing what the man looked like, Kildarien's search was futile. The sun was going down and the miners preparing to head home. Kildarien, being disappointed that he was unable to find the man, leaves for home first. As he begins his short walk home, he hears the mans voice, so faint that it seems to be a whisper in the wind. He turns around as fast as he can and begins scanning the area for the source of the voice. He finds him. Seeing how old the man is, Kildarien questions why the man works at the mines at all. Kildarien stands fast and waits until the man leaves and walks by him. Nearly 15 min pass before the man walks towards him. Kildarien reaches out his arm, shoving his hand into the mans chest and stopping him in his path "It was you, wasnt it"? After a long pause and never looking up, the man faintly answers "yes" and walks away.
A week passes before Kildarien finds the man once more. He swiftly approaches the old man and thanks him for his kind words and explains how much of a difference it made for him. The old man shows no signs of response and simply continues working. Disappointed Kildarien begins to slowly walk away when the man finally says "You're welcome.. I have experienced a... similar situation". Kildarien turns to face him, curious of if he will explain. The man walks past him and says "Come on, lets go get some lunch". As they sit down and enjoy a small lunch the old man explains that he had lost his wife not too long ago and hasnt seen his son since then either. Months and weeks go by and the two men slowly but surely gain a close friendship, with the old man being more of a father figure. Kildarien learns that the man is 56 years old, that his name is Tyrion, he has a son the same age of Kildarien that attends the academy, and that he grew up as a farmer. Tyrion was a very honest man and was well respected in the mines. His most distinguishable features being a nearly bald head and a white beard of moderate length. The bond grew and Tyrion saw Kildarien like another son. Tyrion often passed down wisdom to Kildarien hoping that he might achieve more than he has.
Nearly 2 years pass when Kildarien stops working and realizes he wants more from life. He no longer wishes to be known as a simple miner, his family name defines itself in Kildarien's mind as meaning miner and he is sick of it. Thinking of this, he realizes Tyrion had never told Kildarien what HIS last name was.. Kildarien asks and the man tells him
"I went through the exact thing you are currently. My last name to me meant farmer, and I felt thats all I would ever be good for. It was too late in my life to change this but I knew i did not want the same life for my son, Arthon, I made it my goal to completely forget what my family name was so that my son might not think he has to follow the 'family tradition'. I will you give you the same advice.. Forget what your family name is.. go out into the world and make your name for yourself, not carry that of your family's. Do something more Kildarien.. You can be more than just a miner. Go.. Make a name for yourself."
Kildarien is nearly speechless after the mans very inspiring speech.. and simply nods his head. That night Kildarien packed his bags, took what little money he had and was ready to go. That morning he stopped at the mines to bid an unfortunate farewell to his close friend Tyrion. Tyrion, with a tear in his eye gave Kildarien a hug, "make me proud.." Kildarien embraced Tyrion back even stronger, thanked him for everything hes done, and then prepared to leave. As he began to walk away the man asked Kildarien to deliver a message to his son if he was to ever go by The Academy. Kildarien gave Tyrion his word that he would deliver the message and set out towards the Capitol.
Additional Character Information
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make a name for himself and meet Tyrion's son, Arthon.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Being a farmer and miner for his whole life, Kildarien is more muscular than the average person. He very caring and understanding.. considered a "relater" He is wise and views/thinks in a logical way. He is very persistent and never gives up. Very skilled miner and farmer.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): He is unsure of himself and often questions his actions, no longer having an authoritive figure in his life. He normally keeps to himself and his thoughts and can be socially awkward.
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.): Arthon's (Welknair) father.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Keeping to myself I almost walk by the commotion without even noticing. I stop and face the men. "What reasons would two obviously strong men have to harass a young girl?" "She has stolen a great deal of money from a merchant" " Is this true young lady"? The girl nods. "Return the money and I will set a place for you for dinner at my home." The young girl returns the money and the two men walk away.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
I tell the man that I am not interested. Although an experienced miner, I do not know much in the means of combat and am unwilling to take the risk.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"One should do something more honorable than begging. If you come to my home and do some work for me, I will treat you to a very nice dinner and some coin." The man hastily agrees and follows Kildarien to him home.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Slightly upset from the memory of my mother.. but knowing the man is intoxicated Kildarien simply says "that accusation is not true sir" and walks away.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"Beautiful necklace madam, it reminds me of my childhood with my mother. I thank you" Kildarien nods in respect and continues to his destination.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No.
Other notes: I realize the clothing looks modern, more imagine it as poor man wearing a shirt made out of rags.
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Hope to see you all on the server!
Heine03 - I mean, truly the Order of Aradin is mean to protect the CHANCELLOR, so I...just kidding. Great app, I look forward to seeing you on the server and how you interact with everyone. Not quite so often we get an intentionally socially awkward character. And trust me, I know where you're coming from on LotC.
Deferred:
Rejected:
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Out of Character Information
IGN: Socfuz
Real-Life Age: 15
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): Socfuz
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Hell, yeah! (Seriously who would say no?
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: RP'ing something happened without leading up to it with other RP messages so the other person can't respond to it. Example: I punched Sarfu in the stomach. The other player must be allowed to react. Correct example: I swing my fist towards Sarfu's stomach
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge in character, like crafting recipes.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Pretending to be a made up character and acting out your character's moves, thoughts, and actions.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one! That would be cheating!
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player accepts it, and takes it like a man!
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: If you seriously need to ask a question out of game, like: Wait my stuff didn't respawn with me, why? or state something (like incorrect grammar) that won't hinder the RP.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Okay fine I’ll finish reading all of it! Geez!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only those who have learned magic or "The Art" at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen were separated from the rest of the humans in the beginning time. They are a somewhat peaceful and superstitious people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R. by the Chancellor who formed three advisory positions under him. The three positions are: Master of Blades, Master of Words, Master of Coins. Which I'm guessing means these are the leaders of specific branches like Defense, Schooling/Learning, and Economy
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people who patrol the skies, in blimps and hot air balloons, to protect the villagers from aerial assaults.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Not much (Does World of Warcraft really count?), but I do have a great imagination.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None.
Character Information
Name: Shawn Hallert
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Physical description: 5' 11" (5 Foot 11 Inches) 165 Pounds Somewhat muscular arms and legs. Black hair and black eyes. Light tan skin, one large scar on his stomach from a hot air balloon crash. He tried to pilot it at 13. (There's a reason for the goggles, keep reading.)
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-cliché manner.):
Childhood:
Shawn was born in a small village as the son of Robert Hallert, a Ranger for the Order of Aradin, and Esther Hallert, a tavern maid. Shawn was taught everything (his father knew) by his father. Shawn learned how to fire a bow and swing a sword correctly by the age of 8. By the age of 10, due to his father and his friendly nature, Shawn had lot's of friends including a blonde girl with jade green eyes, by the name of Guisella Vanfal, who he secretly loved. Most of his friends went to the Academy, while he stayed home and learned from his father. (His father always hated the Academy.)
The Falling from Grace:
Shawn had everything! A loving mother and father, friends, a good knowledge of the world, a great attitude towards life, and a plenty of money for clothing and food. But that was all about to change, Shawn just turned 13 that fateful day, the day his life would change forever. His father was sent to help escort a royal from another land one day. His father wouldn't be back for three weeks and told Shawn to: "Stay strong and be brave for me." With those final words his dad placed his piloting goggles on Shawn's head and kissed him goodbye. A strange thing since his father loved those goggles. Three weeks later when his father’s ship returned Shawn and his mother waited eagerly for him to step off the ship, but he didn’t! Shawn’s mother asked the crew captain where her husband was, the crew captain just shrugged and said “He was never on my ship, I know that much.” Shawn and his mother returned home awestruck. They were both thinking the same thing, “Where is he?” Soon after “missing person” signs went up for him then went away along with the money from his job. They now had to survive on the small amount of pay and tips from Esther working as a tavern maid. Shawn lost most of his friends except for Guisella, who felt sorry for him.
The Map:
Shawn got a job at the local farm at 16 which brought in some extra money, but still not enough for eating well. One night when his mother had stayed late at the tavern, Shawn decided to look through his father’s stuff, he found some coins in his dad’s trousers and an old, wrinkled piece of paper. Shawn unraveled it and saw it was a map of one of the islands, he thought it must be a drawing he made when he was younger. But upon closer inspection he noticed he had never seen this island before. Where was this island and is this where his father went? At the bottom of the page were three sets of numbers, numbers he knew to be coordinates. Shawn shoved the piece of paper and coins in his pocket grabbed his stone sword and snuck away to find his father.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his father, figure out why he left, and what this strange island has to do with it all.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He has a strong sword swinging arm and a strategic mind (thanks to his father), yet struggles to get hold of a good thought when in tight situations and has no common sense.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): His left arm is weak (so when aiming a bow he's not very good), due to the hot air balloon accident and has a slight limp. His anger can get the better of him, causing him to get into bad situations. He has a short fuse and can snap at the smallest thing. Sometimes he think's he's stronger than he is.
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 only the ones I made up for his story. Maybe someone for Guisella though she probably wouldn't take part in much, so it may not be worth it. I could also play his father or find someone for him, maybe. What do you think?
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. The girl reminds me of Guisella so I run towards the men. " Hey! Leave her alone!" *Pulls out sword* The one man laughs and swiftly kicks my legs out from under me. My sword fly's off into an alley. Oh yeah? says the bigger man. I lift myself back up and say "It's okay. I don't need it.” *Waves hand at them as if to say "bring it"* The one man lunges forward. I swiftly move to the side and trip the man. The man falls and hit's his head on a stone block and is knocked unconscious. I grab his sword and block the second mans stab. He lunges again. I block, but he punches me square in the face. I stumble back, seeing stars. I hardly get my vision back before the second fist comes. I wake up bleeding from my nose and the girl cleaning a cut on my forehead. That was brave of you to help me. the girl says. "Yeah, brave that's what they call that."
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. “Rewarded how?” I have gold. Says the man as he opens his hand and shows me a dozen gold coins. Here take it and you’ll get more IF you return. He says grinning, shoving the coins towards me. I quickly grab the coins and ask “What must I retrieve?” The man leans forward and whispers in my ear: Ten blocks of obsidian. “Are you crazy? That stuff is nearly impossible to mine. And how could I fend off the monsters while mining it?” Just take this diamond pickaxe and get ten blocks of obsidian, don’t worry about the monsters. He growls. “I’ll need a ship to get there.” Use mine right there, just go or the deals off! He shouts pointing to a hot air balloon. I glance at the ship then look at the gold in my hand, I notice something wrong with the gold. It almost appears to be glowing and…. BREATHING! “No thanks, take it back. Get some other sap to do it for you.” I start to walk away then run as I hear the man hollering: No! Just take the gold! Take it, I don’t need it! Please! PLEASE, TAKE THIS DEMON GOLD OFF MY HANDS!!!
(If you didn’t get that I was insinuating the gold was from the Nether.)
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. I toss him a silver coin and give him my ham sandwich. Thank you, young man. he says. I smile and walk on. Suddenly I think to myself he looked familiar, somewhat like my dad. I turn around to say something, but he's gone.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oh, really?" The fellow get's a little too close to my face. She was nice, though, if you know what I mean. he says with rancid breath. I knock him to the ground by hitting him in the head with my mug and leave. I hear the man scrambling to stand up, cussing at me, and the bartender laugh as I close the door.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. The jade green emeralds remind me of Guisella's eyes, perhaps I should get something for her? "Good day, my lady. Say where did you get that necklace?" Oh, my boyfriend got this for me from the jeweler down the street. she answers. I go to the jewelry store and see a similar one to the necklace the lady was wearing which is very expensive. I decide to buy a cheaper one for Guisella.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Other notes: Hope you like this version! Please, please, please like it!
You're a simple boy, aren't you?
Son of farmers
Destined for the same
Born to work the fields
Then pass on
You simple boy
But that didn't suit you, did it?
No, you wanted more
You had to believe
Believe there was more to life than crops and swine
You wanted stories and wonder
And answers to life's questions
You naive boy
And what did you do, boy?
You stole a book
And changed your life
Went from a farmer's son
To a scholar's apprentice
Learned so fast
You smart boy
And how did that end, your search for answers?
With a fancy degree and a lot of facts
But still not enough
To turn back time
To convince your mother
She didn't have to die
Your facts couldn't save her
From herself
You useless boy
How did you react?
You turned back towards your books
Resolved to learn all there was to learn
To be the son your family deserved
You became a professor
But never stopped learning
You determined boy
You didn't foresee what came next, did you?
The war
The war so few saw
But everyone felt
The war that cost you
Your teacher
And your only true friend
The war where you were forced
To kill
You murderous boy
Now what, boy?
You're all alone
No family
No friends
In charge of an academy
Closed for years
You're lost
Unsure
Just trying to live up to
Your own expectations
You simple boy
Socfuz- Your app has improved greatly, and despite a few minor plot quirks, your app could be able to be ironed out and accepted. You're being deferred due to the fact that you don't have a minecraft account, which you'll need to play with us and be accepted. I ask that once you get that minecraft account, you repost this application. Normally after your third deferral, you're denied, but I can tell that you really do want to join, and are trying quite hard.
You'll remain deferred until you get that minecraft account, I'm afraid. But you're welcome to repost this app once you do have it, and will most likely be accepted.
Thanks for working through this with me, and I hope to see you on the server eventually.
IGN: masterryan7
Real-Life Age: 15
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): matserryan7
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when a character does something such as injuring or killing another character without the other character's permission EG.> *Swings axe and brutally chops off the mans head, his decapitated corpse falling to the ground. A pool of blood slowly spreading out from under it.*
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Simply put> Using OOC information (Information your character doesn't know) In character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on the 'Role' of a character, who is not you (Normally) and 'Playing' as them or controlling their actions.
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 it is 100% alright with the other player and the Admins allow it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or while putting double brackets (()) around your chat message.
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?: Scholars who have decided to take on magic as their primary degree and have graduated from the Academy
Who are the Fallen?: They are Nomadic type people who live on islands far away from the Chancellery (That recently came REALLY close) who are completely used to violence free lifestyles and live in tents because they do not need to defend themselves (Gypsies)
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 AR After the Linyera family fell from power.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: It was created to protect the Chancellery from any type of assault and to deal with the ever growing threat of the monsters of the Blood stone islands
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Last Horizon, Book of Halegron, Shrines of the Ancients
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: They were all shut down or stopped for various reasons.
Character Information
Name: Oryon
Age: 35
Class: Fully Fledged (Graduated) Mage (Permission from staff is required for this.)
Physical description: 6'1", Light skin colour, wheres a dark grey cloak covered in runes, brown hair and beard.
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.): ((Basically ignore any OOC type things I put in my journal, they are there because I am making references or jokes and they are not relevant in any way.))*Many years ahead of our time. You are looking through an old house that was burnt down, you see a hidden doorway that the others had somehow missed. Inside is a chest, you open it to find a tattered old leatherbound book. You decide to open it, in it, in swirly script reads:
Hello, my name is Oryon --The last name is smudged too much to read-- this is my... Journal, of sorts. I was born in a normal house, with normal parents, no siblings or pets, just a normal life. I don't remember much of my childhood, I try not to. My mother was a housewife, my father was a sailor, he really loved flying in those airships, he did. My latest memory, would have to be of my childhood when I was around fourteen years of age. It was the day my father first took me on an airship... ((Memeory music and tinkling sound effects))... "Well me boy, are ye ready to git on yer firsht Airship?" My father asked me while ruffling my hair. "I've never been more ready in my life, pops!" Oh how wrong I was((Epic Foreshadowing))... I'm much more ready now ((There goes the foreshadowing *Sigh*)). Anyways, he hoisted me over the rails and I landed on the deck, nearly falling as it swayed underneath me. "Whoa!" I exclaimed, grabbing the rails for support. My father laughed his throaty sailor laugh and said, "Not as eashy at looksh, eh?" He clambered aboard and caught me as nearly fell over again from the swaying he caused. The crew on board laughed while getting the ship ready for embarkment "Are ye shur yer ready ther shon?" I quickly steadied myself and blushed, "I'm fine, dad." "Well then, we had besht git you on a job! Ye can't fly my Ship without workin', ye know." So he put me to work on some knots at the mast, needless to say they were all secure, even before I got there, so it didn't take me long to finish them up. After that it kind of blurs into itself and then the trip was over.
We went many times after that for my whole life, all up until I was enrolled in the Academy.Turns out my mum and dad had been saving up to send me there for quite some time. When I first arrived at the Academy I was surprised by the rickety old bridge that led up to it, but since I was used to the swaying I went up quickly and went through the large gates at it's front. I headed to the Head Master's office, the name on the desk read: Headmaster Quahiro. I walked up and asked, "Um... Are you Headmaster Quahiro?" He stared at me blankly and pointed to the name on the desk. I nodded nervously and swallowed the lump in my throat, "Um... Well, My name is Oryon... I... Um, well I'm here to start in the Academy this year." The last parts spilled out of my mouth in a single half second breath and he looked at me quizzically. "Well then..." He said in an old wise voice. "What do you wish to learn?" He told me about magic, all the different types, about alchemy and everything else that I could learn at the Academy. I eventually, after much thought and consideration ((Not really I just want to troll Mullraugh with iceballs)), decided to learn Transmutation magic.
After many years in the Academy, while I was in my last years at the Acadamy. I was considerably older at this time, some time in my twenties, I believe. That was when Darrel attempted to access that horrid magi-- The rest of this paragraph is heavily smudged and completely illegible-- It took a couple years but we eventually managed to clean up the mess and fix all the damage, but after the-- More smudging, this time only two words--, as they called it, ended it left all of us changed. Now that the Academy is reopening I think my days spent there are over, I have decided to take on a life of adventure, sailing through the skies, on whatever ship I'm allowed passage on, to unkown islands, that have yet to be discovered.
The Journal is signed with a large swirling name: Oryon --The last name is smudged out--.
What your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Ever since... the incident, at the Academy, I have wanted to prevent people from delving into those horrid magics, the other "Planes" as they call them. they are nothing but trouble!
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He can use magic rather well (He has been for some years already.) He is skilled at causing great pain with his quarterstaff, by smacking the top of a person's head.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Like mostly all other mages he has a frail body.
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.): Not this time.
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 Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
I was walking down the streets of the capital, I heard shouting and screaming. I silently walked over and took a look, I saw to men, both armed to the teeth, harassing a girl. Being that I know how to control magic very well, I deemed this a situation where it was acceptable to use it. I destroyed the ground under the first man and replaced dirt around his legs so he couldn't move, as the second man turned around a smacked him on the top of his head with my quarterstaff. Seeing that this merely stunned him, I conjured an iceball to throw in his face as I walked backwards. He fell over and shouted something that I'd rather not say, I heard the sounds of heavy footsteps and looked down the road, to see a few guards running towards me. I ran into a nearby alley and hid while they subdued the attackers. The girl had already run away by this point.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
This man... he looked very shady... not the type I would normally commune with, for my own safety. He wanted me to go to the island of blood... He said he would pay me, "How much?" I asked, he pulled out a shabby bag that looked full and shook it, the clinking inside couldn't be anything other than gold. I decide to take on the adventure, maybe I could write in here sometime.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
The other day I found an old man in the street, being kicked by a guard, when the guard left I went to chech if he was alright. He just lay there and asked for some food, saying he only wanted to live for another day, at least. I sighed, this saddened me, that there was such misery in the so called Great Capitol. I took out a large loaf of bread and broke off a chunk, handing it to him so he could eat it. When he had finished I handed him the whole loaf and said, "If you eat chunks about that size, three times a day, this will last you a long time." I went to my home, in a very depressed mood.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I was in a tavern today, everyone had always said they were such an enjoyment. I almost thought so too... I was just sitting there minding my own business, with my half empty cup, when some bloke, he must of been drunk, or just flat out stupid, or maybe he was just a rude fellow. Anyways, he decided I looked like the kind of guy he could insult with no consequences. He walked up to me, or maybe it was a bet from his buddies... Either way, he started insulting my mother, of all the things he could have said! He said things like... nevermind what he said, he was starting to annoy me, I mean, the guy doesn't even know what me mum looks like, and he's there trying to get me to notice him. So I slowly turned around and asked him, "To you take joy from trying to hurt other people?" When he replied I was sure he had to be just flat out stupid. He said "No, I'm just having fun, I don't even know what you're saying." Or at least that's what I thought I heard, past his drunken slobbering. I sighed deeply and decided I should just go. The bloke kept trying to insult me and my mother as I paid for my drink and left, he even followed me outside and shouted after me as I walked away, I decided that taking the chance of the rifts collapsing was worth it to shut him up. I conjured a nice hard iceball and sent it flying towards him. He didn't even see it until it connected with his face, he was so drunk. I heard him fall to the ground, I wasn't even sure if I had knocked him out or if he passed out from all the drink that was killing all of his brain cells.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
I was taking a nice stroll down the street, using my quarterstaff as a walking stick. I wlaked passed a woman wearing an odd looking necklace. I felt and saw the runes on my cloak glow as she walked passed. I turned around to stop her and inquire about her necklace, but she had dissapeared into the crowd. 'What an odd necklace,' I thought. 'I will have to look deeper into this, "maybe it was made of that rare ore, what is it called? Lapis Lazuli? Ah well I'll find out later.' I continued my walk, unhindered for the rest of the day.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nein
Other notes: For all non-staff reading this: My character has been discussed with the admins and owner of the server, that is why I am starting as a fully fledged mage. You are not allowed to do this unless you are given special permissions by the admins/owner (Ask Welknair in other words.)