Hmmm ok. Going for weaknesses I'd say that because he has focused too much on making money in non "dangerous" ways (you know what I mean ) he has a pretty slow reaction time to dangers unless he is already aware and prepared for them or someone is around to point it out for him.
Those aren't weaknesses. The reaction time thing.. That happens to everyone. The only way he could be slower if he was blind, deaf, or had some form of mental retardation (or all three). It'd be much easier to gimp your character the ways I've listed. Also, please, repost a copy of your app next time. This counts as a deferral. One more shot, make it count (Honestly, you could pick a weakness right off the list of weaknesses I gave you :L I'd hate to have to reject you over something so small).
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Member Details
Deferred:
NitaiPieman - Actually a pretty good app, I only have a few qualms with it. One, I'd like a bit more of your character's life story, just a bit more detail. Second, a bit better weaknesses; your weaknesses described appear to just be normal human reactions to atrocities. I'd also like it if you could at least get a temporary skin until you have a personal one made. Fix these things and you should be ready to go. Good luck!
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes, mpenate5
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I agree.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another player without consent
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: RP-ing with OoC knowledge and using it to your advantage
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of the character you create, effectively becoming that character while in-game; adopting their quirks, talents, fears, memories, strengths, and weaknesses. While you play your role, you interact with other players also in character, and abide by the rules of the world in-game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody. Anyone who thinks they can is guilty of Hubris.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When I have the permission of the soon-to-be former owner of the soon-to-be dead character.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Only in OoC chat, PMs, or in Skype Conversation.
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?: The majority of players need to earn the right to utilize the Arcane Arts, but there is a select few that begin with the gift.
Who are the Fallen?: An Isolated, Superstitious culture of humans that recently made contact with the Chancellory. To make a long story short, diplomatic meetings ended on a note ranging between ominous and tense.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellory was first established in 169 AR, two years after the fall of the previous sovereign due to war and famine.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Order of Aradin were the primary defenders of humanity, protecting us from monsters that threaten us. However, now that the threat level is low, the Order is now unneeded, and is now a shadow of its former self.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a force field at the bottom of the abyss that propels living matter
back to where it fell from the floating islands. Essence fuels certain commands, as well as saving your inventory from being destroyed if you hit the net. It can be placed into emeralds for storage and trade.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: This is my first time RP-ing.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Blight
Age: 21
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description: Medium height, thick brown hair, brown eyes, wears a white shirt, a black vest with some black pants, and some boots.
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.):
Blight was named because his mother died in childbirth, and left to live with a neglectful and bitter alcoholic of a father that never quite moved on from his wife's death. During his childhood, Blight lived in the slums, and made friends with the neighborhood boys, most of whom enjoyed the classic, urban pastime of pickpocketing or otherwise stopping adults in the streets and shaking them down for coin. While others attended church, Blight and his friends were fooling around, taking advantage of their absence. More than once, this landed young Blight into trouble with the guards, and as he descended into his early adolescence, his already mischievous behavior evolved into the daring and bold, if not foolhardy. Often pursuing girls, and sometimes older women, Blight became a notorious for his outrageous flirting, as well as his hasty getaways once angry husbands and significant others arrived on the scene; fists raised in fury. When he wasn't having fun on his misadventures, he was working odd jobs usually involving labor or delivery. By the time he was eighteen, Blight had learned enough life skills to be self-sufficient, which was put to good use when his father finally wasted away and died in his sleep.
His father's passing had an unexpected effect: Blight began to want more in life, and for the first time, he began to make an honest effort towards attaining that. Having outgrown pickpocketing, and knowing very well that his current income would not support him, Blight began to scour the city for a trade to make a living off of. His first efforts at gaining an apprenticeship were met with failure, as his would-be masters never forgot how Blight had shamelessly pursued their wives, sisters, and daughters; most of which were already spoken for. While Blight had some skill with weaponry and combat, the guards and mercenaries also rejected him, having never forgotten how Blight and his posse of young pickpockets had either made fools of them or outclassed them while they were still green and unskilled. Feeling hopeless for the first time, Blight made his way to a local bar, where he intended to drown his sorrows and possibly accept that he may very well share his father's fate. It was then that the bartender began talking to him, having noticed his dejected and miserable appearance. At first, Blight rejected the man's sympathies, telling him to mind his own business. It was then that the bartender served Blight an elixir, and explained that a bartender doesn't just serve drinks, he manages their troubles. The bartender continued to explain by comparing his job to that of a doctor by saying that both were jobs where betraying your client is absolutely forbidden, but the difference was that while a doctor tended to your body, a bartender tended to your spirit. Blight didn't really understand; he wasn't a romantic, but the bartender's words made sense. Now that he looked around him, the patrons clearly had their troubles, but their spirits were high, and not because of the alcohol. Their troubles were differing in degree, but in the end, it was all the same. Life was filled with trouble, and trying to stay out of it your whole life would be a full-time job. But they weren't complaining. That's when Blight knew what he wanted to do: be a bartender. He'd listen to the troubles of his patrons, and quell their illusions and fears by reminding them that there's always a place where everybody knew their name. They were among friends. With a fleeting feeling of newfound confidence and self-esteem, Blight broke into song that soon turned into a chorus of merriment as the patrons and the bartender joined in:
"It's stroke of nine on a Saturday; the regular mob's strollin' in. There's an old man sitting next to me, drowing out his sorrows and sins."
"He says 'Lad, can you sing me a memory? I cannot recall how it goes, but it's bittersweet, and I knew it complete. When I wore a younger man's clothes..."
"Nah-de-dada, dede-dada, Na-de-dada-dede-da, Nah-dada, Nah, Da, Da"
"Sing us a song, you're the Fiddler Man! Sing us, a song, tonight! Our spirits are high, out of devils reach, so let's all have a good time!"
Blight didn't get too drunk, which was good. He wanted to commit that night to memory for the rest of his life. He knew what he wanted, and how to get it. Recently, he heard that the famed Acadamy was reopening. Blight smiled; the path was literally laying itself out for him, and you didn't need a Primary Degree to connect the dots. His next step would be to get precisely that, and a secondary degree in Alchemy. Then, he'd be able to brew the potions and elixirs that would raise the spirits of the troubled, just like that night he so treasured. His smile grew even broader: He couldn't wait to get started.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Blight's goal is to become a true bartender, in the sense of tending to the well beings and establishing trust between himself, and his would-be patrons. He views the job as a way to truly live life, as well as to escape the fate of fading into obscurity like his father.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Blight is no stranger to fistfights, although he prefers not to engage in violence if he can help it. Although he no longer picks pockets and locks for a living, Blight still hasn't lost his uncanny ability to talk his way in and out of any situation, as well as being able to navigate through the city's rooftops and ground. In the last 2-3 years, he's improved on his reading and writing in preparation for attending the Academy. He also has limited knowledge of brewing; something he plans to expand upon.
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.): While Blight might be street smart, he is somewhat cocky and obnoxious. He still hasn't broken his old habit of flirting outrageously with women, (He's been slapped in the face so many times that he's built up a tolerance) which tends to get him into trouble. Also, the guards still haven't forgotten Blight's childhood escapades, and they pay extra scrutiny towards him in particular. This could be quite hazardous to Blight's health, seeing as how they're trained to use powerful weapons and move in durable armor, while he isn't. You might feel inclined to believe he's an arrogant fraker, but let's be honest: personalities like Blights break the tension, meaning without him, you'd be a very stiff stick-in-the-mud.
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.): None
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.
"And what are you fine gentlemen up to today?" Blight asks while carrying a concealed Potion of Blindness; for emergencies only, of course. "None of your bloody frakin' business. Now shove off!" One of them says, turning his head for a moment before resuming his harassment. "Do your mothers know you're out of the house?" That got their attention. "No one talks to us like that!" The first man said, brandishing a knife. "Now we're going to have some fun with you..." Said his partner. "Let's put a smile on that face, eh?" As the two men began to leer forward, Blight made his move. Taking the potion, he splashed its blinding contents in both their eyes. As they screeched and cursed in pain, Blight turned towards the cowering and frightened girl. "Get out of here!" He shouted. She nodded, and made for the nearest alleyway. Blight then took the opportunity to escape; those men would be blind for long. By the time they regained their sight, both he and the girl would be gone.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Blight raised an eyebrow, but smirked all the same. "I've got a counter-proposal. You find me a fit lady that'll take me to dinner, and I'll treat you to drinks at the tavern, what do you say?" Blight asked. The man scowled. "You know what? Forget I asked. Just shove off!" Blight walked away from the man, laughing at his own wit and the audacity of the man's offer. Go to Bloodstone... Please. You didn't need the temptation of a reward to go there, just a death wish. Seeing as how Blight was still not a bartender, he couldn't risk his life; not before he attained his life's dream.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Blight sighs. The pitiful sight of this old man is enough to remind him of his late father. He takes out his wallet, looking for something to give. Nothing. Sighing, Blight makes his apologies and begins to walk away when the old man warns him never to let his situation become as dire as the old man's. After an awkward silence, Blight continues on his way. He suddenly feels incentive to study harder. Blight can't fail to become a bartender.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Blight shatters the big end of his bottle on a table, leaving only the handle, now easily a poor man's blade. He walks over to the offender, intending to teach the man a lesson they certainly don't at the Academy. When Blight stops walking, he's close enough to smell the man's breath. After smelling alcohol, Blight sighs, and calmly asks how much he's had to drink. The man replies with a slur of more curses and insults, which hardly register themselves in Blight's mind. Realizing that he's not worth it, Blight turns around and leaves, reprimanding himself not to make that mistake again if he wants to be a bartender.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
The necklace was pretty, but not as pretty as the lady herself. Putting on his best face, Blight walked over to the lady, and asked where she acquired the necklace. She gives him the location of the shop, and is about to be on her way when Blight stops her again, complements her appearance, and asks her to dinner. Three seconds later, Blight is walking away, still smirking despite the hand imprint on his cheek. A couple of bystanders laughed at Blight's face, and he promptly told them to bury their heads.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? What currency do you use, if any?
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): I have skype but I am not comfortable with sharing it
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yup
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing a situation on someone whether or not they agree on it
What is the definition of “Metagaming”? Using out of character knowledge
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing the role of the chosen character (pretty self explanatory isn't it? )
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Rules didn't say so I guess no one?
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character? With the player's consent
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: With parentheses () or in the OOC channel and whispers
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yup
Who is allowed to use magic?: Characters with the degree from the academy
Who are the Fallen?: The isolated nomads that have a higher aptitude in magic but a simple lifestyle
When and how did our current government come to be?: From the rebellion against the Linyera dynasty
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The guys who are supposed to protect the people from monsters
What are the Net and Essence? The barrier keeping people from falling off the islands and energy, one function saving items of those that have fallen from the net as the net only saves non living matter
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A few servers and play by posts
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Can't really remember since I haven't played Minecraft for so long but for the first, I was an enemy to one of the new mods IC and he did everything he could to get rid of me so he can take control of the town. The more recent ones were from Unlimited Clan and their servers normally die off after a few months.
Character Information
Name: Zack Damasty
Age: 32
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description:
Dresses up neat and tidily, unexpected from a well built man in his vocation as a craftsman.
Screen capture of your skin: No skin yet, will find one later.
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.): Money, money, money! Zack learned the importance of money at an early age. Those with money were able to get all the cool toys, those whose parents had money were able to live in big houses. If their parents had more money, their big houses might also have servants in them. Yes life with money looked pretty good for Zack, not that he came from a family that was poor. It was a pretty well to do family with its own thriving business but people always knew only how to look at people with better things than them.
After he got older he found that money was a lot more important. Those with money were able to go to the academy and learn things that will make them more money! It was a never ending cycle whereas Zack was expected to help with the family business. To slave away at a workbench or smithy to make things that the people with money wanted. It was during his first few years working at the family store that Zack's greed turned into envy. He was able to touch all those nice, pretty, shiny things that was ordered for, only to have them given to the owners that paid for them as soon as it was completed.
Eventually Zack couldn't take it anymore and started to work very hard. His family thought that he realized what he needed to do but Zack actually had a reason for this. He wanted to make and save as much money as he could and then get himself into the academy. After that he would be able to learn what he needed in order to make a lot more money then he could have that big house and maybe an airship of his own to look down on the other common folk.
That was a plan. Not really a good plan but a plan that will be as good as it will be for Zack. Now all there was left is to work on it.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Money, lots of money and then after than, the best money can buy like an airship.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Zack's greatest strength is that he is driven to accomplish his goals. For that he is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants when others might give up long before unless of course there is a risk to his personal well being.
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.): Zack's notable weakness is that he is really greedy. Unless there is something in it for him, he should not be expected to do something for anyone else. Even a moment that could be seen as altruism should be approached with caution as he might have an ulterior motive no one could see. Also compared to the average person he is slower both in terms of speed and reactions having been pursuing his money in a more sheltered method.
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.): I don't think so. Might look into that sometime.
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.
Zack muses on the state of the Capitol lately if a few thugs can act like that before calling out "I've just called the guards and you bett..." before taking a look to where he came from and shouting out "Hey! They're over here!" Failing that he'll run away and call the guards for real.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. "How well rewarded are we talking about? And whats the risk?" Zack would ask before deciding whether or not the task will be worth it. The answer to the first question will probably be enough to determine his decision though.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Passing right by the man Zack will act like he did not notice. His money was his money! Not for handouts.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. Zack would retort "Oh yeah, then why did you just meet my mom last night? You think I didn't notice that?" before proceeding to insult the man's mother, sister, aunt, grandmother and any female that is related to him.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. Make a quick glance before deciding that getting a necklace like that now would not be worth the price. Once he gets more money that he could Zack can have a lot of necklaces.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? I think I might try to go Alchemist later on so for future reference, how hard would it be to get the materials to craft the potions? Because in some servers its either hard or close to impossible and others try to make it a little easier.
Other notes:
Well people whether trained in combat or not are pretty alert (or paranoid) hence why what I proposed could count as a weakness. As a matter of principle I don't like forcing weaknesses on like this just for the sake of gimping (hence why there is no fantastic strength to him either) because it has no meaning whatsoever but if I have to take something from that limited list then slower than average, which is still actually more or less the same.
Ok, sounds good. One question. What else do you want in my life story?
Just want you to add more detail about your character's life. Nothing specific I'm looking for, just would like to see more that shows how your character got to where they are now.
Accepted:
Goldbartender - I have little complaint to be had with your app. Good work, and welcome to the community. Come say hi to everyone at http://aneria.enjin.com/!
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?:
Chancellory
Physical description: Caucasian, red hair, blueish green eyes, typically wears a purple coat with hood
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.): Talaka was born ina small cabin in the wilds. Her parents were both hunters that made their living hunting the many beasts of the land. Her mother retired from hunting when Talaka was born, deciding it was best to stay home and raise her daughter.
Talaka’s early childhood was spent in her mother’s care at their cabin. Never venturing far. She doesn’t remember much of this as it ended when she was five, when her mother died during a severe thunderstorm. From then on Talaka was alone when her father went out hunting. It didn’t take long before her loneliness forced her to create friends. Having loved the night and disliked being out in the sun, she named her friends after darkness: the “Dark Ones”.
As she grew, the “Dark Ones” remained her only constant, since her father still left for months at a time to go hunting. To her, they were real and she had to protect them. It didn’t take too long before she created a second group in her mind, though nameless they were the enemies of the “Dark Ones”. She only referred to them as “Them”.
During her time with the “Dark Ones” she learned a lot about the forest around her home and the world. Even though she read about the world in her father’s books that he occasionally brought home with him, she tricked herself into believing that she hadn’t read but the Dark Ones had told her. She learned sword fighting as well, from reading about it in books and practice fighting with the “Dark Ones”.
She perfected her technic as time went on and even though she became good possibly great at wielding a sword, it was mostly self-taught.
Around the time she turned nineteen her father left on one of his hunting trips. A year later when he hadn’t returned Talaka left him a note saying she was heading to the capital and hoped to see him there.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Mainly to survive, but she does hope to find her father (though she really isn’t looking for him)
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is good with a sword, an knows how to survive with little. She also knows how to survive on her own.
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 never learned when she was young that the “Dark Ones” don’t actually exist. She believes they do, even to this day. And her belief in them also fuels some paranoia in finding any of “Them” who wish to do the “Dark Ones” harm. She never really developed social skills, being alone for most of her life. She has a bit of a bubbly personality at times or serious it changes quite a lot randomly.
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.):
None
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.
*Walks by without even batting an eye thinking “This must be how the city is”*
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Talaka: “Them or the Dark Ones?”
Man: “What?”
Tal: “Them or the Dark Ones, which one do you follow?”
Man:”Who?”
Tal: “Foolish man, you do not know. I want nothing of yours. No I will not help you.”
Man: “What? You won’t?”
Tal: *gets up and walks away*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Tal: “Here sir”*hands him some bread* “The Dark Ones smile on you today!”*smiles an walks away*
Man: “Thank You Miss! And Thank Who ever these Dark Ones are!”
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Tal: “Are you one of Them?”
Man: “One of who ya daughter of a wench!”
Tal: “Ah so you are one of Them!”
Man: “Sure whatever ya say wenchling”
Tal: “As one of Them I have to kill you now!”*joy ringing in her voice*”Just a little poke and POOF your dead, it will be so fun! *hic*”
Man: “Whaaa? Sure bring it! I can take ya with one hand”*he holds his hand infront of him it wavers from side to side*
Tal: “Oooooooooooohhh, your drunk! Not one of Them!” *she turns to look towards the wall* “You should have told me he ..he was Drunk! I almost killed him!”*Talaka gets up and staggers out of the door before the man can reply*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Tal: *mutters to herself*”frivolous thing” *mumbles some more*
“What? I don’t need jewelry, it will do me no good at all!”
*random walkers by stare at her talking to herself in the middle of the busy street*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
None that haven’t been asked, though your LORE section on the forums could be bigger.
Other notes: IM BACK! For how long idk, BUT IM BACK! Also you may notice that the skin is the same as my last character. I didn’t use my last character AT ALL so it good.
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory.
Physical description:
A blend of leather armor and clothing, with a shortsword on a sheath on his left side. Hard leather boots, and matching gloves. His overall color is brown on his body, with a mix of dark green. His hair is more black then sandy blonde, but you can catch the hint of it there. It falls shortly below his shoulders in an unkept fashion. He has a sturdy and worn face, with blue eyes and an unkept beard with the same color as his hair.
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.):
Life began as it was for any other young boy in the Capital. Growing up, Oden had witnessed his father go through several stages where he would sober up in attempt for his family, and then fall into a drunken state. As a boy, he had troubles with this, but the reality of it was thrust into his hands when his father was fired off of the Guard, leaving the family's income up to him. His first job was the farms in the slums. Low pay, but at least it kept them alive. As his life as a boy farmer, he thoroughly enjoyed watching the airships rise out of the dock and fly out. It was his dream to become a pilot until a sword was thrust into his hand.
As a teenager, he was taught by whatever his father could muster about a blade, which wasn't much. His family did not approve of his dreams to become a pilot, so he forcefully put the idea down and pursued a career in the Guard, as his father once was. He became a young adult, serving in the Guard and paying for the house, and his family. Eventually, his father had enough willpower to join back in the Guard. Oden was starting to find himself with lots of leftover money, and decided to buy a house and live on his own. Oden then realized he had no true ambitions in life. He only picked up the blade because his family needed rent payed and food on the table. But alas, his sword was his friend and he found a hard time trying to ignore it. However, he did not like his position in the Guard, so he switched to the Order of Aradin.
All was well, as he took up watching airships and going on them as a hobby, and serving the Order of Aradin as a job. This went on for many, many years until the Order of Aradin was suddenly disbanded. This was when Oden encountered Joshua. A young lad, he was, donned in a Priest's robe and a wooden scepter at his side. Though weak at first glance, it proved strong against even steel. Joshua introduced him to the Order of the Pumpkin, of which Oden gladly was initiated into. Now with his position in the Order of Aradin gone, he seeks to teach younger people about the blade, all the while serving the Order of the Pumpkin. He has also taken his hobbies to a next level, and seeks lessons to possibly pilot an airship. With Joshua's recent death, he has found himself leader of the Order.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To follow his interests, of which he has currently taken up. They consist of his interest in airships, his desire to teach the way of the blade, and his desire to follow and lead the Order.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
A seasoned fighter with expertise in Swordsman fighting. Although not blatantly friendly, he is good natured and does not enjoy seeing cruelty.
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 a drunk attempting to recover, from the days where he saw no light in his life. As he ages, he slowly slips in his swordsmanship, but nevertheless tries. He was never good with his words and may never be. He is very blunt and sometimes unknowingly offensive to people.
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.):
Nope. D:
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.
Walking down the streets, I notice two men harassing the girl. Walking closer, I eye the two men harassing her. Just young lads! Before doing anything, I test the noise when I unsheathe the blade. Perfect, just enough sound to scare em' off.
"Hey! You two!" I yell, as they swing their heads to me. "It ain't worth it." I say as I draw my sword from my sheath, the sound ringing through the air. They hestinantly look at me. I take a step closer, handling the blade. They can't call my bluff. And they don't. They stand still for a moment, but then run off. "Find yer mother." I say as I walk away.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
I squint at him. "Are you insane, fool?" I yell at him, smacking him in the head. "Yer findin' nobody to do that! It's a death sentence."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
I cast a doubtful eye on him. Should an old man be rewarded for begging? There are plenty of jobs in the Capital.. Oden stops his casual stroll. He looks at the old man, observing him. I.. ueerhhmm.. uggh.. Oden isn't sure, but he tosses the old man a coin. Before walking off, Oden turns around and eyes him. "Git' a job....."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I narrow my eyes at the man. I've had far too many drinks tonight, and I know I cannot stop myself. I try and give him one more chance. "Wha you say?" The man snorts, repeating the insult. Oden sighs, looking around. The man repeats the insult again. Oden takes hold of his current drink, and throws it upon the fellow. It splashes over him, and he sputters several times before he starts to yell at me. "I'll hit ye! Kill yer motha! Slit yer throat!" Oden ignores him, walking outside the door and into the cold air. It's time to get home, anyways.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. Ooh! Oden thinks as he notices the woman passing by. Where does she even muster the money to buy such a thing? The lady must either be the heir to the Linyeran throne or have a rich husband. Probably is the heir. He chuckles at his own joke. Before she dissapears from Oden's sight, he yells out, "That's a pretty necklace, lady!" Her face crinkles as she takes the "lady" part as an insult. Oden doesn't get to see the crinkle, as he walks off, a happy expression on his face.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nopety.
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory.
Physical description:
A blend of leather armor and clothing, with a shortsword on a sheath on his left side. Hard leather boots, and matching gloves. His overall color is brown on his body, with a mix of dark green. His hair is more black then sandy blonde, but you can catch the hint of it there. It falls shortly below his shoulders in an unkept fashion. He has a sturdy and worn face, with blue eyes and an unkept beard with the same color as his hair.
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.):
The door bursts open. Looking up, I sigh. Joshua. I haven't even eaten my soup yet, but the urgency in his eyes is too great to ignore. "Oden!" he exclaims, pulling a chair on my makeshift table in the subberbs of the Capital. His eyes settle on me, and I can see the faint streaks of tears. I drop my spoon back into the soup, remembering something. The wedding. "No.. no.." I say, but he interupts me. "She's dead. Ravitz got her.... he got her." I look down, biting my lip. The boy loved her like no other, and she's dead. Amongst the rest. There is no need for explanation. I've known all along, for the Order does not keep secrets with each other. With the Prophet's banishment, and the tension. Oh.. the tension. "Oden.. I can't do it. Not without her. I can't get revenge on him. I lost everything... he pushed me into the Net." I nod slowly, before I can see what is happening.
"Boy.." Joshua raises a hand at me. "As leader of the Order of the Pumpkin, you will succeed as Leader after me. I'm going to meet her.." he says, a blissful look in his face. "I'm going to be with her, at last." I can't stop him. I know I can't. He silently rises, and I can see the crease of a handle in his pocket. I already know what it is. I finish my soup, before knowing what will now happen. I lay in bed, knowing the dreams will come soon. After Joshua, they will be here. Not far.
I plunge into my childhood. Normal, as usual. Things are speeding up. I grow up. My father shoves a blade into my hand. Foolishness takes place before I can learn to use the thing. I've gone through this dream scene, hundereds of times. This is just more routine. I become a teenager, be with my first girl. I'm still a boy long after my 18th birthday. I join the Guard, and serve faithfully. I grow in skill, slowly. I age, more and more. Learn to use a sword like it is mean't to. I sigh, looking through the dream. All bland... dull, it seems. Another man living through his life, until I quit the Guard and join the Order of Aradin. Shortly disbanded after. Then I meet him. A young boy, donned in a Priest's robe. A wooden scepter, but it proves strong even against a steel sword. Long gone now, I think. He offers me a position of something called the Order. I join happily, watching as the ranks slowly buckle in length. I take an interest in airships. Color slowly swirls into the picture, replacing my bland life with meaning. And interest. I want to make airships. I want to teach young men how to properly wield a sword. I want to serve the Order. I have a meaning now, and that is what matters. The dream ends in a happy note. It doesn't progress to Joshua's death, no. I don't allow it. I just... sit in the bliss. Until I wake up, that is. And then the fun begins.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To follow his interests, of which he has currently taken up. They consist of his interest in airships, his desire to teach the way of the blade, and his desire to follow and lead the Order.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
A seasoned fighter with expertise in Swordsman fighting. Although not blatantly friendly, he is good natured and does not enjoy seeing cruelty.
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 a drunk attempting to recover, from the days where he saw no light in his life. As he ages, he slowly slips in his swordsmanship, but nevertheless tries.
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.):
Nope. D:
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.
Walking down the streets, I notice the situation. Walking closer, I eye the two men harassing her. Just young lads! "Hey! You two!" I yell, as they swing their heads to me. "It ain't worth it." I say as I draw my sword from my sheath, the steel gleaming in the night air. They hestinantly look at me, then give her up, running off. "Find yer mother." I say as I walk away.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
I squint at him. "Are you insane, fool?" I yell at him, smacking him in the head. "Yer findin' nobody to do that! It's a death sentence."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
I cast a doubtful eye on him. I put a hand on my satchel, where I muster up 2 gold coins. Tossing it to him, I say, "Get a meal, suited to yer likin's." I trot off, smiling on how I helped someone.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I narrow my eyes at the man. Intoxicated from the several beers I had, I know I can't stop myself. I swing a wild punch into the man's face, where he topples off the stool. From the sheer lean of my punch, I find myself slipping off the chair too. I can hear his boot lift as I hit the floor. This will be eventful.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
I smile warmly at her as I pass. "Nice necklace, lady!" The crude words put a frown on her face, but she turns and gives an embarrased smile before I lose sight of her.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nopety.
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UMMM, Skull you do know what my character looks like right?
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory.
Physical description:
Appearance: Light blue eyes, with a certain light and happiness in them. Shaggy blonde hair, of which to a certain extent he’s fiercely proud of. He dresses in woodsman’s clothing, with a hat he can only explain “Makes the wind feel good”. He has soft, flexible boots. A noticeable small scar is on his left cheek. He usually always wears a leather jacket on him.
Screen capture of your skin:
(Currently being made.)
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.):
In many ways, Clovis Callistro is still a boy. When at young he yearned for airships, even to an unhealthy degree. He loved the way the wind rippled in his face, how he could look down and see the islands soaring away, or so it seemed. He loved the idea on being a fast, moving vehicle. It thrilled him, and excited him. However, trips on airships were scarce in his family. His father and mother both slaved away at farms to uphold their large family of 6 children. This would lead to Clovis getting.. creative.
Often, he would run out of the slums and into the docking bay. Looking for an opening, he would jump into a supply crate. As he was loaded into the airship, he would spring out, and throw his head out of the window. (No, he didn’t decapitate himself.) He would feel the rush of air, and that was enough for him. When he could ride public airships, he would bring aboard tiny drums and beat them. He would pretend the airship was heading for inevitable war, and that Clovis was their hope and strength. He kept up this lifestyle until the age of 13, when his father promptly shoved a blade into his hand and told him this is what he would do.
Relucantly, Clovis agreed, upon the premise in his mind that he would have time for airships. He would not. His father, and friends around him, never really let him have his true freedom again. They would duel Clovis, criticize Clovis, hit Clovis if he messed up, and simply nodded if he did well. He grew to hate the craft, although soon he was exceptional for his age. He refused to pick up a sword, and that’s when his father began to beat him. His mother had little say, she spent the most in the fields than Clovis’s father. After a night of relentless beating, Clovis had enough. At the age of 14, he picked up his practice sword, which was sharpened at the time, and rose it in defense. He called no challenges for a fight. If Clovis’s father rose his hand against Clovis again he would be dealing with wounds.
Clovis’s father did not respect this threat, however. He as well picked up the sword and started fighting Clovis. As unfair as it was, he persisted, obviously not trying to teach Clovis a lesson. Each strike was aimed to be fatal. Clovis was having trouble blocking the strokes, but his father beat on relentlessly. It was now known to Clovis that his father had no intentions to preserve Clovis’s life. Several strokes later, he managed to strike Clovis on his left cheek. It left a clean slice, but thankfully not deep. Clovis toppled to the ground in pain, but in outrage, he struck wildly and more furious than before. He managed to get a large cut on his father’s arm, where he started to scream in outrage. Clovis dropped the blade in fright, staring at the wound, and running out of the door. He never looked back from that day.
Directly from running out of the slums, Clovis founded himself a homeless child. He only knew one thing to do. Go to Spencer’s house. Spencer was someone he befriended while living in the slums. However, Spencer and his family lived in the richer parts of the Capitol. Gladly, they took him in. Clovis was a great friend to Spencer, who was around his age. Clovis lived there peacefully for the next 3 years, before the gang.
Now, Clovis’s intentions were purely harmless. In the eyes of others? Not so much. He had craved for an airship of his own for so long, even without the proper training to fly one or manage it. He had gone to a darker part of town, where he had encountered a man named Shay. Clovis expressed his desires for an airship to Shay, where Shay promptly told him he could loan money. At the time, Clovis thought nothing of it. With the money in his pack, he was flying in an airship in a transport to Brightwater. Clovis was planning to fly back to the Capitol as soon as he landed. He climbed up the railing to get a better breeze and view as they approached Brightwater. However… he made a slight mistake in his footing. This slight mistake, however, caused him to tumble off the airship and into the Net. Clovis was never one for gaining essence, and as he found himself back on the Capitol, he checked his pockets feverishly. No gold.
Clovis had no way of repaying Shay back for the hefty sum of cash. Soon, he found Shay paying him visits on the street. Clovis begged for forgiveness, but was given the cold shoulder. Then, the night happened. Shay and a couple other members of his gang arrived at Spencer’s house. They promptly broke in, then began to find Clovis and beat him severely. Clovis begged Shay through the beatings that they would leave alone the family. They did, and Shay’s gang left before any guards could come and help. Needless to say, Spencer’s family was furious at him. They kicked him to the curb on his 18th birthday. After being kicked out,Clovis seeked refuge with a few other friends. This only lasted 3 years, until he has run out of places to stay. Moving back into the slums, he now seeks a full life in the craft of airships, pursuing his lifelong dream.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To pursue his lifelong dream of creating/flying Airships.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
An optimistic person, he tries to make out the better of things. He is fast and light on his feet, and does not fear heights as many would.
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.):
His optimism could be used as a manipulative tool against him. He disrespects the blade and somewhat fears it from his previous encounters as a teenager. He is downright terrified of the darker portions of town to what happened to him 3 years previously, and absolutely will walk away from shady characters.
He also has a hard time trusting people due to moving around so much in his early life.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Clovis is walking down the street, where he notices a young girl being harassed by those men. He freezes, looking at the men. No, no.. he can’t confront them. Looking around rapidly, he finds a city guard eating his lunch in the park. Clovis springs up in front of him. “Guard! Sir, a young girl is being attacked!” The guard rises to his feet, unsheathing his sword, and walks to the trio. The heavily armed men see the Guard and scramble. Clovis smiles, attending to the little girl.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Clovis raises an eyebrow. He wants to reject, but he feels an urge to go there. Shame no ships pass by. He turns around, facing the man. “I if I could, I would. Wouldn’t touch ground, would get you there, though.”
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Clovis blows air through his hair. Looking down on the man from a bit ways away, he pouts slightly. I need to save my money.. but.. eh.. Clovis sighs, going to a meat shop. He goes to the man, offering him a steak. The old man gladly takes it, thanking Clovis for the food. Clovis nods, smiling. He goes on his way, his day brightened by the old man’s smile.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Clovis stares at the man, quivering in slight anger. “Haven’t seen her in years, dun’ know what she looks like.” The area silences slightly, and the drunken man looks around awkwardly. He wasn’t expecting that kind of answer. Clovis stands, glances at the man, and then walks away.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Clovis raises his eyes at the beautiful necklace. Where could some even afford things like that? He thinks to himself, as she passes by. He wants to speak a compliment to her but cannot think of what to say. “Nice Necklace!” No… that wouldn’t be right… Clovis spends the rest of his day pondering on what he could of said to the woman.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nope.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
8/18/2011
Posts:
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Minecraft:
WholeGrainWheat
Member Details
Deferred:
skullgunner1 - You can't apply as an an engineer. You must build up to it in RP, as it is a scholar class. Please reapply with a different starting class, perhaps Craftsman to start.
skullgunner1 - You can't apply as an an engineer. You must build up to it in RP, as it is a scholar class. Please reapply with a different starting class, perhaps Craftsman to start.
Alright, I changed it. My bio isn't centered around being an engineer rather than aspiring to be one.
I was accepted onto the server a few months back with a friend of mine, (Nv_Vanity) but then I became a bit busy and didn't have time for the server. But I remember now that I logged off with a book belonging to the academy in my inventory, is that fine, or would you prefer me to log on and give it back? I don't really mind either way, and it's probably been replaced anyway, still just thought I should check. I will also be coming back onto the server in a few weeks, as there's a 6 week break from school very soon.
Honestly, it should be fine. It's probably been replaced, and if not, we can replace it easily.
Hopefully I'll see you on the server in a few weeks!
Those aren't weaknesses. The reaction time thing.. That happens to everyone. The only way he could be slower if he was blind, deaf, or had some form of mental retardation (or all three). It'd be much easier to gimp your character the ways I've listed. Also, please, repost a copy of your app next time. This counts as a deferral. One more shot, make it count (Honestly, you could pick a weakness right off the list of weaknesses I gave you :L I'd hate to have to reject you over something so small).
NitaiPieman - Actually a pretty good app, I only have a few qualms with it. One, I'd like a bit more of your character's life story, just a bit more detail. Second, a bit better weaknesses; your weaknesses described appear to just be normal human reactions to atrocities. I'd also like it if you could at least get a temporary skin until you have a personal one made. Fix these things and you should be ready to go. Good luck!
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
IGN: Goldbartender
Real-Life Age: 18
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes, mpenate5
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I agree.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing RP onto another player without consent
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: RP-ing with OoC knowledge and using it to your advantage
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of the character you create, effectively becoming that character while in-game; adopting their quirks, talents, fears, memories, strengths, and weaknesses. While you play your role, you interact with other players also in character, and abide by the rules of the world in-game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody. Anyone who thinks they can is guilty of Hubris.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When I have the permission of the soon-to-be former owner of the soon-to-be dead character.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Only in OoC chat, PMs, or in Skype Conversation.
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?: The majority of players need to earn the right to utilize the Arcane Arts, but there is a select few that begin with the gift.
Who are the Fallen?: An Isolated, Superstitious culture of humans that recently made contact with the Chancellory. To make a long story short, diplomatic meetings ended on a note ranging between ominous and tense.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellory was first established in 169 AR, two years after the fall of the previous sovereign due to war and famine.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Order of Aradin were the primary defenders of humanity, protecting us from monsters that threaten us. However, now that the threat level is low, the Order is now unneeded, and is now a shadow of its former self.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a force field at the bottom of the abyss that propels living matter
back to where it fell from the floating islands. Essence fuels certain commands, as well as saving your inventory from being destroyed if you hit the net. It can be placed into emeralds for storage and trade.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: This is my first time RP-ing.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Blight
Age: 21
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description: Medium height, thick brown hair, brown eyes, wears a white shirt, a black vest with some black pants, and some boots.
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.):
Blight was named because his mother died in childbirth, and left to live with a neglectful and bitter alcoholic of a father that never quite moved on from his wife's death. During his childhood, Blight lived in the slums, and made friends with the neighborhood boys, most of whom enjoyed the classic, urban pastime of pickpocketing or otherwise stopping adults in the streets and shaking them down for coin. While others attended church, Blight and his friends were fooling around, taking advantage of their absence. More than once, this landed young Blight into trouble with the guards, and as he descended into his early adolescence, his already mischievous behavior evolved into the daring and bold, if not foolhardy. Often pursuing girls, and sometimes older women, Blight became a notorious for his outrageous flirting, as well as his hasty getaways once angry husbands and significant others arrived on the scene; fists raised in fury. When he wasn't having fun on his misadventures, he was working odd jobs usually involving labor or delivery. By the time he was eighteen, Blight had learned enough life skills to be self-sufficient, which was put to good use when his father finally wasted away and died in his sleep.
His father's passing had an unexpected effect: Blight began to want more in life, and for the first time, he began to make an honest effort towards attaining that. Having outgrown pickpocketing, and knowing very well that his current income would not support him, Blight began to scour the city for a trade to make a living off of. His first efforts at gaining an apprenticeship were met with failure, as his would-be masters never forgot how Blight had shamelessly pursued their wives, sisters, and daughters; most of which were already spoken for. While Blight had some skill with weaponry and combat, the guards and mercenaries also rejected him, having never forgotten how Blight and his posse of young pickpockets had either made fools of them or outclassed them while they were still green and unskilled. Feeling hopeless for the first time, Blight made his way to a local bar, where he intended to drown his sorrows and possibly accept that he may very well share his father's fate. It was then that the bartender began talking to him, having noticed his dejected and miserable appearance. At first, Blight rejected the man's sympathies, telling him to mind his own business. It was then that the bartender served Blight an elixir, and explained that a bartender doesn't just serve drinks, he manages their troubles. The bartender continued to explain by comparing his job to that of a doctor by saying that both were jobs where betraying your client is absolutely forbidden, but the difference was that while a doctor tended to your body, a bartender tended to your spirit. Blight didn't really understand; he wasn't a romantic, but the bartender's words made sense. Now that he looked around him, the patrons clearly had their troubles, but their spirits were high, and not because of the alcohol. Their troubles were differing in degree, but in the end, it was all the same. Life was filled with trouble, and trying to stay out of it your whole life would be a full-time job. But they weren't complaining. That's when Blight knew what he wanted to do: be a bartender. He'd listen to the troubles of his patrons, and quell their illusions and fears by reminding them that there's always a place where everybody knew their name. They were among friends. With a fleeting feeling of newfound confidence and self-esteem, Blight broke into song that soon turned into a chorus of merriment as the patrons and the bartender joined in:
"It's stroke of nine on a Saturday; the regular mob's strollin' in. There's an old man sitting next to me, drowing out his sorrows and sins."
"He says 'Lad, can you sing me a memory? I cannot recall how it goes, but it's bittersweet, and I knew it complete. When I wore a younger man's clothes..."
"Nah-de-dada, dede-dada, Na-de-dada-dede-da, Nah-dada, Nah, Da, Da"
"Sing us a song, you're the Fiddler Man! Sing us, a song, tonight! Our spirits are high, out of devils reach, so let's all have a good time!"
Blight didn't get too drunk, which was good. He wanted to commit that night to memory for the rest of his life. He knew what he wanted, and how to get it. Recently, he heard that the famed Acadamy was reopening. Blight smiled; the path was literally laying itself out for him, and you didn't need a Primary Degree to connect the dots. His next step would be to get precisely that, and a secondary degree in Alchemy. Then, he'd be able to brew the potions and elixirs that would raise the spirits of the troubled, just like that night he so treasured. His smile grew even broader: He couldn't wait to get started.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Blight's goal is to become a true bartender, in the sense of tending to the well beings and establishing trust between himself, and his would-be patrons. He views the job as a way to truly live life, as well as to escape the fate of fading into obscurity like his father.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Blight is no stranger to fistfights, although he prefers not to engage in violence if he can help it. Although he no longer picks pockets and locks for a living, Blight still hasn't lost his uncanny ability to talk his way in and out of any situation, as well as being able to navigate through the city's rooftops and ground. In the last 2-3 years, he's improved on his reading and writing in preparation for attending the Academy. He also has limited knowledge of brewing; something he plans to expand upon.
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.): While Blight might be street smart, he is somewhat cocky and obnoxious. He still hasn't broken his old habit of flirting outrageously with women, (He's been slapped in the face so many times that he's built up a tolerance) which tends to get him into trouble. Also, the guards still haven't forgotten Blight's childhood escapades, and they pay extra scrutiny towards him in particular. This could be quite hazardous to Blight's health, seeing as how they're trained to use powerful weapons and move in durable armor, while he isn't. You might feel inclined to believe he's an arrogant fraker, but let's be honest: personalities like Blights break the tension, meaning without him, you'd be a very stiff stick-in-the-mud.
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.): None
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.
"And what are you fine gentlemen up to today?" Blight asks while carrying a concealed Potion of Blindness; for emergencies only, of course. "None of your bloody frakin' business. Now shove off!" One of them says, turning his head for a moment before resuming his harassment. "Do your mothers know you're out of the house?" That got their attention. "No one talks to us like that!" The first man said, brandishing a knife. "Now we're going to have some fun with you..." Said his partner. "Let's put a smile on that face, eh?" As the two men began to leer forward, Blight made his move. Taking the potion, he splashed its blinding contents in both their eyes. As they screeched and cursed in pain, Blight turned towards the cowering and frightened girl. "Get out of here!" He shouted. She nodded, and made for the nearest alleyway. Blight then took the opportunity to escape; those men would be blind for long. By the time they regained their sight, both he and the girl would be gone.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Blight raised an eyebrow, but smirked all the same. "I've got a counter-proposal. You find me a fit lady that'll take me to dinner, and I'll treat you to drinks at the tavern, what do you say?" Blight asked. The man scowled. "You know what? Forget I asked. Just shove off!" Blight walked away from the man, laughing at his own wit and the audacity of the man's offer. Go to Bloodstone... Please. You didn't need the temptation of a reward to go there, just a death wish. Seeing as how Blight was still not a bartender, he couldn't risk his life; not before he attained his life's dream.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Blight sighs. The pitiful sight of this old man is enough to remind him of his late father. He takes out his wallet, looking for something to give. Nothing. Sighing, Blight makes his apologies and begins to walk away when the old man warns him never to let his situation become as dire as the old man's. After an awkward silence, Blight continues on his way. He suddenly feels incentive to study harder. Blight can't fail to become a bartender.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Blight shatters the big end of his bottle on a table, leaving only the handle, now easily a poor man's blade. He walks over to the offender, intending to teach the man a lesson they certainly don't at the Academy. When Blight stops walking, he's close enough to smell the man's breath. After smelling alcohol, Blight sighs, and calmly asks how much he's had to drink. The man replies with a slur of more curses and insults, which hardly register themselves in Blight's mind. Realizing that he's not worth it, Blight turns around and leaves, reprimanding himself not to make that mistake again if he wants to be a bartender.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
The necklace was pretty, but not as pretty as the lady herself. Putting on his best face, Blight walked over to the lady, and asked where she acquired the necklace. She gives him the location of the shop, and is about to be on her way when Blight stops her again, complements her appearance, and asks her to dinner. Three seconds later, Blight is walking away, still smirking despite the hand imprint on his cheek. A couple of bystanders laughed at Blight's face, and he promptly told them to bury their heads.
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Well people whether trained in combat or not are pretty alert (or paranoid) hence why what I proposed could count as a weakness. As a matter of principle I don't like forcing weaknesses on like this just for the sake of gimping (hence why there is no fantastic strength to him either) because it has no meaning whatsoever but if I have to take something from that limited list then slower than average, which is still actually more or less the same.
Just want you to add more detail about your character's life. Nothing specific I'm looking for, just would like to see more that shows how your character got to where they are now.
Accepted:
Goldbartender - I have little complaint to be had with your app. Good work, and welcome to the community. Come say hi to everyone at http://aneria.enjin.com/!
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
NitaiPieman - Good job. Come say hi at our forums at http://aneria.enjin.com/, and welcome to the community.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Old app: http://www.minecraft.../#entry21577501
Character Information
Name: Talaka Kins (Tall-ak-ah)
Age:20
Class: Bladesman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?:
Chancellory
Physical description: Caucasian, red hair, blueish green eyes, typically wears a purple coat with hood
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/gMQFCBy
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.): Talaka was born ina small cabin in the wilds. Her parents were both hunters that made their living hunting the many beasts of the land. Her mother retired from hunting when Talaka was born, deciding it was best to stay home and raise her daughter.
Talaka’s early childhood was spent in her mother’s care at their cabin. Never venturing far. She doesn’t remember much of this as it ended when she was five, when her mother died during a severe thunderstorm. From then on Talaka was alone when her father went out hunting. It didn’t take long before her loneliness forced her to create friends. Having loved the night and disliked being out in the sun, she named her friends after darkness: the “Dark Ones”.
As she grew, the “Dark Ones” remained her only constant, since her father still left for months at a time to go hunting. To her, they were real and she had to protect them. It didn’t take too long before she created a second group in her mind, though nameless they were the enemies of the “Dark Ones”. She only referred to them as “Them”.
During her time with the “Dark Ones” she learned a lot about the forest around her home and the world. Even though she read about the world in her father’s books that he occasionally brought home with him, she tricked herself into believing that she hadn’t read but the Dark Ones had told her. She learned sword fighting as well, from reading about it in books and practice fighting with the “Dark Ones”.
She perfected her technic as time went on and even though she became good possibly great at wielding a sword, it was mostly self-taught.
Around the time she turned nineteen her father left on one of his hunting trips. A year later when he hadn’t returned Talaka left him a note saying she was heading to the capital and hoped to see him there.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Mainly to survive, but she does hope to find her father (though she really isn’t looking for him)
Strengths (Both physical and personality): She is good with a sword, an knows how to survive with little. She also knows how to survive on her own.
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 never learned when she was young that the “Dark Ones” don’t actually exist. She believes they do, even to this day. And her belief in them also fuels some paranoia in finding any of “Them” who wish to do the “Dark Ones” harm. She never really developed social skills, being alone for most of her life. She has a bit of a bubbly personality at times or serious it changes quite a lot randomly.
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.):
None
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.
*Walks by without even batting an eye thinking “This must be how the city is”*
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Talaka: “Them or the Dark Ones?”
Man: “What?”
Tal: “Them or the Dark Ones, which one do you follow?”
Man:”Who?”
Tal: “Foolish man, you do not know. I want nothing of yours. No I will not help you.”
Man: “What? You won’t?”
Tal: *gets up and walks away*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Tal: “Here sir”*hands him some bread* “The Dark Ones smile on you today!”*smiles an walks away*
Man: “Thank You Miss! And Thank Who ever these Dark Ones are!”
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Tal: “Are you one of Them?”
Man: “One of who ya daughter of a wench!”
Tal: “Ah so you are one of Them!”
Man: “Sure whatever ya say wenchling”
Tal: “As one of Them I have to kill you now!”*joy ringing in her voice*”Just a little poke and POOF your dead, it will be so fun! *hic*”
Man: “Whaaa? Sure bring it! I can take ya with one hand”*he holds his hand infront of him it wavers from side to side*
Tal: “Oooooooooooohhh, your drunk! Not one of Them!” *she turns to look towards the wall* “You should have told me he ..he was Drunk! I almost killed him!”*Talaka gets up and staggers out of the door before the man can reply*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Tal: *mutters to herself*”frivolous thing” *mumbles some more*
“What? I don’t need jewelry, it will do me no good at all!”
*random walkers by stare at her talking to herself in the middle of the busy street*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
None that haven’t been asked, though your LORE section on the forums could be bigger.
Other notes: IM BACK! For how long idk, BUT IM BACK! Also you may notice that the skin is the same as my last character. I didn’t use my last character AT ALL so it good.
Ziaodo - Interesting character. I don't recall if I ever added you to the whitelist, so, I'll see to that. And good luck finding a 1.5.2 folder.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Character Information
Name: Oden Dawnstreaker
Age: 47
Class: Swordsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory.
Physical description:
A blend of leather armor and clothing, with a shortsword on a sheath on his left side. Hard leather boots, and matching gloves. His overall color is brown on his body, with a mix of dark green. His hair is more black then sandy blonde, but you can catch the hint of it there. It falls shortly below his shoulders in an unkept fashion. He has a sturdy and worn face, with blue eyes and an unkept beard with the same color as his hair.
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.):
Life began as it was for any other young boy in the Capital. Growing up, Oden had witnessed his father go through several stages where he would sober up in attempt for his family, and then fall into a drunken state. As a boy, he had troubles with this, but the reality of it was thrust into his hands when his father was fired off of the Guard, leaving the family's income up to him. His first job was the farms in the slums. Low pay, but at least it kept them alive. As his life as a boy farmer, he thoroughly enjoyed watching the airships rise out of the dock and fly out. It was his dream to become a pilot until a sword was thrust into his hand.
As a teenager, he was taught by whatever his father could muster about a blade, which wasn't much. His family did not approve of his dreams to become a pilot, so he forcefully put the idea down and pursued a career in the Guard, as his father once was. He became a young adult, serving in the Guard and paying for the house, and his family. Eventually, his father had enough willpower to join back in the Guard. Oden was starting to find himself with lots of leftover money, and decided to buy a house and live on his own. Oden then realized he had no true ambitions in life. He only picked up the blade because his family needed rent payed and food on the table. But alas, his sword was his friend and he found a hard time trying to ignore it. However, he did not like his position in the Guard, so he switched to the Order of Aradin.
All was well, as he took up watching airships and going on them as a hobby, and serving the Order of Aradin as a job. This went on for many, many years until the Order of Aradin was suddenly disbanded. This was when Oden encountered Joshua. A young lad, he was, donned in a Priest's robe and a wooden scepter at his side. Though weak at first glance, it proved strong against even steel. Joshua introduced him to the Order of the Pumpkin, of which Oden gladly was initiated into. Now with his position in the Order of Aradin gone, he seeks to teach younger people about the blade, all the while serving the Order of the Pumpkin. He has also taken his hobbies to a next level, and seeks lessons to possibly pilot an airship. With Joshua's recent death, he has found himself leader of the Order.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To follow his interests, of which he has currently taken up. They consist of his interest in airships, his desire to teach the way of the blade, and his desire to follow and lead the Order.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
A seasoned fighter with expertise in Swordsman fighting. Although not blatantly friendly, he is good natured and does not enjoy seeing cruelty.
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 a drunk attempting to recover, from the days where he saw no light in his life. As he ages, he slowly slips in his swordsmanship, but nevertheless tries. He was never good with his words and may never be. He is very blunt and sometimes unknowingly offensive to people.
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.):
Nope. D:
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.
Walking down the streets, I notice two men harassing the girl. Walking closer, I eye the two men harassing her. Just young lads! Before doing anything, I test the noise when I unsheathe the blade. Perfect, just enough sound to scare em' off.
"Hey! You two!" I yell, as they swing their heads to me. "It ain't worth it." I say as I draw my sword from my sheath, the sound ringing through the air. They hestinantly look at me. I take a step closer, handling the blade. They can't call my bluff. And they don't. They stand still for a moment, but then run off. "Find yer mother." I say as I walk away.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
I squint at him. "Are you insane, fool?" I yell at him, smacking him in the head. "Yer findin' nobody to do that! It's a death sentence."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
I cast a doubtful eye on him. Should an old man be rewarded for begging? There are plenty of jobs in the Capital.. Oden stops his casual stroll. He looks at the old man, observing him. I.. ueerhhmm.. uggh.. Oden isn't sure, but he tosses the old man a coin. Before walking off, Oden turns around and eyes him. "Git' a job....."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
I narrow my eyes at the man. I've had far too many drinks tonight, and I know I cannot stop myself. I try and give him one more chance. "Wha you say?" The man snorts, repeating the insult. Oden sighs, looking around. The man repeats the insult again. Oden takes hold of his current drink, and throws it upon the fellow. It splashes over him, and he sputters several times before he starts to yell at me. "I'll hit ye! Kill yer motha! Slit yer throat!" Oden ignores him, walking outside the door and into the cold air. It's time to get home, anyways.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ooh! Oden thinks as he notices the woman passing by. Where does she even muster the money to buy such a thing? The lady must either be the heir to the Linyeran throne or have a rich husband. Probably is the heir. He chuckles at his own joke. Before she dissapears from Oden's sight, he yells out, "That's a pretty necklace, lady!" Her face crinkles as she takes the "lady" part as an insult. Oden doesn't get to see the crinkle, as he walks off, a happy expression on his face.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nopety.
Other notes:
UMMM, Skull you do know what my character looks like right?
skullgunner1 - Pretty good, but the Pumpkin part is a bit odd to include. I'll re-add you to the whitelist right away.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Trust me, it's really important for the upcoming introduction RP for Oden.
This is a rewrite for Oden. (Staff Permission.)
Name: Clovis Callistro
Age: 21
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory.
Physical description:
Appearance: Light blue eyes, with a certain light and happiness in them. Shaggy blonde hair, of which to a certain extent he’s fiercely proud of. He dresses in woodsman’s clothing, with a hat he can only explain “Makes the wind feel good”. He has soft, flexible boots. A noticeable small scar is on his left cheek. He usually always wears a leather jacket on him.
Screen capture of your skin:
(Currently being made.)
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.):
In many ways, Clovis Callistro is still a boy. When at young he yearned for airships, even to an unhealthy degree. He loved the way the wind rippled in his face, how he could look down and see the islands soaring away, or so it seemed. He loved the idea on being a fast, moving vehicle. It thrilled him, and excited him. However, trips on airships were scarce in his family. His father and mother both slaved away at farms to uphold their large family of 6 children. This would lead to Clovis getting.. creative.
Often, he would run out of the slums and into the docking bay. Looking for an opening, he would jump into a supply crate. As he was loaded into the airship, he would spring out, and throw his head out of the window. (No, he didn’t decapitate himself.) He would feel the rush of air, and that was enough for him. When he could ride public airships, he would bring aboard tiny drums and beat them. He would pretend the airship was heading for inevitable war, and that Clovis was their hope and strength. He kept up this lifestyle until the age of 13, when his father promptly shoved a blade into his hand and told him this is what he would do.
Relucantly, Clovis agreed, upon the premise in his mind that he would have time for airships. He would not. His father, and friends around him, never really let him have his true freedom again. They would duel Clovis, criticize Clovis, hit Clovis if he messed up, and simply nodded if he did well. He grew to hate the craft, although soon he was exceptional for his age. He refused to pick up a sword, and that’s when his father began to beat him. His mother had little say, she spent the most in the fields than Clovis’s father. After a night of relentless beating, Clovis had enough. At the age of 14, he picked up his practice sword, which was sharpened at the time, and rose it in defense. He called no challenges for a fight. If Clovis’s father rose his hand against Clovis again he would be dealing with wounds.
Clovis’s father did not respect this threat, however. He as well picked up the sword and started fighting Clovis. As unfair as it was, he persisted, obviously not trying to teach Clovis a lesson. Each strike was aimed to be fatal. Clovis was having trouble blocking the strokes, but his father beat on relentlessly. It was now known to Clovis that his father had no intentions to preserve Clovis’s life. Several strokes later, he managed to strike Clovis on his left cheek. It left a clean slice, but thankfully not deep. Clovis toppled to the ground in pain, but in outrage, he struck wildly and more furious than before. He managed to get a large cut on his father’s arm, where he started to scream in outrage. Clovis dropped the blade in fright, staring at the wound, and running out of the door. He never looked back from that day.
Directly from running out of the slums, Clovis founded himself a homeless child. He only knew one thing to do. Go to Spencer’s house. Spencer was someone he befriended while living in the slums. However, Spencer and his family lived in the richer parts of the Capitol. Gladly, they took him in. Clovis was a great friend to Spencer, who was around his age. Clovis lived there peacefully for the next 3 years, before the gang.
Now, Clovis’s intentions were purely harmless. In the eyes of others? Not so much. He had craved for an airship of his own for so long, even without the proper training to fly one or manage it. He had gone to a darker part of town, where he had encountered a man named Shay. Clovis expressed his desires for an airship to Shay, where Shay promptly told him he could loan money. At the time, Clovis thought nothing of it. With the money in his pack, he was flying in an airship in a transport to Brightwater. Clovis was planning to fly back to the Capitol as soon as he landed. He climbed up the railing to get a better breeze and view as they approached Brightwater. However… he made a slight mistake in his footing. This slight mistake, however, caused him to tumble off the airship and into the Net. Clovis was never one for gaining essence, and as he found himself back on the Capitol, he checked his pockets feverishly. No gold.
Clovis had no way of repaying Shay back for the hefty sum of cash. Soon, he found Shay paying him visits on the street. Clovis begged for forgiveness, but was given the cold shoulder. Then, the night happened. Shay and a couple other members of his gang arrived at Spencer’s house. They promptly broke in, then began to find Clovis and beat him severely. Clovis begged Shay through the beatings that they would leave alone the family. They did, and Shay’s gang left before any guards could come and help. Needless to say, Spencer’s family was furious at him. They kicked him to the curb on his 18th birthday. After being kicked out,Clovis seeked refuge with a few other friends. This only lasted 3 years, until he has run out of places to stay. Moving back into the slums, he now seeks a full life in the craft of airships, pursuing his lifelong dream.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
To pursue his lifelong dream of creating/flying Airships.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
An optimistic person, he tries to make out the better of things. He is fast and light on his feet, and does not fear heights as many would.
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.):
His optimism could be used as a manipulative tool against him. He disrespects the blade and somewhat fears it from his previous encounters as a teenager. He is downright terrified of the darker portions of town to what happened to him 3 years previously, and absolutely will walk away from shady characters.
He also has a hard time trusting people due to moving around so much in his early life.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Clovis is walking down the street, where he notices a young girl being harassed by those men. He freezes, looking at the men. No, no.. he can’t confront them. Looking around rapidly, he finds a city guard eating his lunch in the park. Clovis springs up in front of him. “Guard! Sir, a young girl is being attacked!” The guard rises to his feet, unsheathing his sword, and walks to the trio. The heavily armed men see the Guard and scramble. Clovis smiles, attending to the little girl.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
Clovis raises an eyebrow. He wants to reject, but he feels an urge to go there. Shame no ships pass by. He turns around, facing the man. “I if I could, I would. Wouldn’t touch ground, would get you there, though.”
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Clovis blows air through his hair. Looking down on the man from a bit ways away, he pouts slightly. I need to save my money.. but.. eh.. Clovis sighs, going to a meat shop. He goes to the man, offering him a steak. The old man gladly takes it, thanking Clovis for the food. Clovis nods, smiling. He goes on his way, his day brightened by the old man’s smile.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Clovis stares at the man, quivering in slight anger. “Haven’t seen her in years, dun’ know what she looks like.” The area silences slightly, and the drunken man looks around awkwardly. He wasn’t expecting that kind of answer. Clovis stands, glances at the man, and then walks away.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Clovis raises his eyes at the beautiful necklace. Where could some even afford things like that? He thinks to himself, as she passes by. He wants to speak a compliment to her but cannot think of what to say. “Nice Necklace!” No… that wouldn’t be right… Clovis spends the rest of his day pondering on what he could of said to the woman.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nope.
Other notes:
skullgunner1 - You can't apply as an an engineer. You must build up to it in RP, as it is a scholar class. Please reapply with a different starting class, perhaps Craftsman to start.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Alright, I changed it. My bio isn't centered around being an engineer rather than aspiring to be one.
skullgunner1 - You may begin playing as this character immediately.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Honestly, it should be fine. It's probably been replaced, and if not, we can replace it easily.
Hopefully I'll see you on the server in a few weeks!
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
If not, I hope they're fun!