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, Henrymoray1
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”?: Unfair roleplay such as cutting someone in half.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information as your character
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting as a fictional character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have the players consent.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you are in the OOC channel or if you use 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?: A player that has a Magery degree from the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: A nomadic group that lived apart from the majority of the islands for some time until their island drifted towards the Capitol allowing them to interact with other people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The current government was established in 169 AR after overthrowing the previous government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The order is a group of men and women dedicated to dispelling the waves of evil creatures flooding the islands. The Order was disbanded by the previous Chancellor and might be reinstated by the current.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a web of energy that surrounds the bottom of the islands. If you are unlucky enough to fall off the islands the Net will harness essence to send you back. If you gain 3 levels of essence you will keep your items. Essence is gained by killing evil creatures and minig ores.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of the goddess who raised the flying islands in the first place. He was the ability to jump from body to body when his current one deteriorates. As he jumped from body to body he lost his mind and began a search for 5 artifacts that would bring his wife back and force her to grant him a wish. As of current he is contained in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Most of my experience comes from Cortex maps on the Starcraft 2 Arcade. I have also played on a few other minecraft servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I played on a few servers quite a long time ago, of which I can only remember the name of one called the Realm of Gwomath. All the servers I left were for most of the same reasons, either the server got shut down or it started to go downhill.
Character Information
Name: Isaac Black
Age: 25
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Isaac is about 6 feet tall with shaggy brown hair and beard. He is usually seen wearing a slightly dirty white shirt, brown pants, and suspenders.
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.):
Isaac was born into a small hunting village deep in the woods, when he was 10 years old the people of his village were killed by wolves while he was hunting. He was been living alone in the village for many years surviving on wild game and his own farming efforts. For things he couldn't do himself like clothes, he traded food and supplies with anyone he might find in the woods. Becoming lonely with his life he finally grew bold enough to leave his hunting village and set out for the Capitol. Once there he will try to seek any work he can find. One day he hopes to rebuild his ruined home town for others to inhabit. He wants to rebuild his home, but will not go to extreme lengths. His family raised him well with a good moral compass and a strong sense of right and wrong, because of which he has a hard time understanding how people can be so cruel to one another. He also has a very hard time walking away from those in need. He hopes that his basic knowledge of life and his set of skills will be enough to get a job in the Capitol.When he was young he heard stories of the Order of Aradin, and their deeds of valor, bravery, and honor. Although they were disbanded he hopes that one day they will be reborn so that he may help them in their mission. Until that time he instead will try his luck finding a job. As long as he can stay alive and out of jail Isaac hopes he can rebuild his ruined home.. With the surfacing of the Medori, Isaac hopes he can connect with them as they live in a way similar to they way he has for many years. Their basic form of living appeals to Isaac in a very large way. He wishes to one day live within their society, regardless of many peoples disliking of them. He thinks that maybe by integrating with them he can reduce tension between the Medori and the people of the Chancellery. With his list of ambitions set, Isaac begins the long and dangerous trek from his small middle-of-nowhere village to the Capitol City to make a life for himself. All he has to his name are the clothes on his back and the meager amount food he brought with him. Hopefully this will be enough to see him through his journey to change his life forever. What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To rebuild his ruined home town.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Having lived in the wild alone for many years, Isaac is very skilled at hunting and tracking.
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.): Lack of human interaction makes it hard for Isaac to interact with others.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *Drawing his crude sword Isaac steps in to defend the girl* "If you kind gentlemen could leave this young lady alone, that would be fantastic." "Is that all you have to fight us tiny?" asks one of the men. *The other laughs and swings at Isaac who blocks it, but breaks his sword in the process. Taking both pieces Isaac tries his best to fight them off, getting fairly battered in the process.*** *After helping Isaac to her home, the girl tends to his wounds.* "What did they take?" He asks her. "Just some change, thanks anyway." *Isaac reaches into his coat pocket and hands her most of his money* "Will this help?" "Thank you!"
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "I'd love to join, but I can't leave my current job, I promised I would work for at least 3 weeks." "Your loss Kid."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Helping the man up Isaac takes the man back to the inn where he is staying, buys him a meal, and gives him his room. Upon leaving the inn the man asks, "Why are you being so kind to me young man?" In response Isaac asks, "Why not?"
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Say it again, I dare you." *As the man begins to repeat it Isaac smashes his glass against the mans head* "That settles that."
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. "Excuse me ma'am, but may I ask where you got your necklace, its very beautiful." "Why thank you, my son made it for me."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No, thank you for asking.
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Henrymoray1- Everything in your App is fine in regards to your OOC questions and IC ones, yet you are missing one IC question: "Strengths (Both physical and personality):" I noticed you had "Weaknesses", which is good, but you also need a strength. Perhaps he's swift with his hands, as he's hunted for his own food (and probably built traps of sorts to help him)? If you could fill that out (and possibly make your ICR's longer) you'll have no problem making it in!
Deferred:
Henrymoray1- Everything in your App is fine in regards to your OOC questions and IC ones, yet you are missing one IC question: "Strengths (Both physical and personality):" I noticed you had "Weaknesses", which is good, but you also need a strength. Perhaps he's swift with his hands, as he's hunted for his own food (and probably built traps of sorts to help him)? If you could fill that out (and possibly make your ICR's longer) you'll have no problem making it in!
Sorry about that, I edited it, should be fine now.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Accepted:
Henrymoray1- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! Thank you for editing your post, and with that, you've been accepted! Here; join up on the server forums and have a glance around at the community. http://aneria.enjin.com/ I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Hop on the server as soon as you can to see what it's like, and start up some roleplay! (Though it may be empty around this time of day).
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name?: I do, but I'd prefer to not give it out.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have read the rules and I agree to them.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when you roleplay unfairly, an Example would be always hitting your enemy but never being hit.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using knowledge that you've learned outside of the roleplay during roleplay.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting as a character that you have made up.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: You are only allowed to kill another character when the other player allows you to.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: I believe you can anytime as long as you are using parentheses or the OOC Chat channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have read it and I agree to roleplay on accordance with it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only Mages, Priests and Paladins can use magic.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen are the Medori, They have only recently been in contact with the Chancellery and the citizens.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery has been in power since they defeated the old government in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The order of Aradin is a faction that came into power around 37 A.R to protect the people of the islands but they have grown into disarray and are now just a fraction of what they used to be. It was disbanded but it may be recreated by the new chancellor.
What are the Net and Essence?: The Net is a barrier that teleports living matter back to the islands if for some reason someone would fall off. Essence is basically mana that can't be used for anything other than having your items restored with you when you hit the net.
Who is/was Jensen?: Jensen is the husband of the goddess Aneria who she made immortal. He is only able to transfer his soul to another body, he doesn't actually die. He was behind the Jensen Crisis and only wished to die. He is now trapped inside a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I do have previous roleplay experience on a few other servers, it wasn't anything as professional as this is though, It was more of just a gathering of me and my friends. We had a set lore but it wasn't anything big just the basics and we would just roleplay about anything that seemed relevant.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I can't say really. It's not that I'm not allowed to or anything it's more like I can't because it's not "Offical"
Character Information
Name: Kiros Kosinski
Age: 24
Class: Bladesman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery
Physical description: 182 cm. 163 lbs. Not particularly muscly or strong. Dark green eyes, Dark black hair. Takes a liking to black clothing and wears a mask.
Screen capture of your skin:
I'm not sure how to set it so the picture would show up, so I'll just set the picture as my profile picture if that's okay.
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.):
Kiros was a loner. He never really had anyone he could call friends and would spend the majority of his time taking walks or some other activity that didn't involve other people. He was never talented at anything in particular but he would fantasize about being a hero and swinging a sword around however he'd never do more than dream about it. People started to avoid him because he had a strange aura around him, it was almost like you could sense his hate. Later on in life he turned into a delinquent, he would get into fights that he would win using his mind more than his brawns. Although he would never kill anyone he would go as close as he could to it during fights. Attacking the enemy while he is down and pushing them over the edge into the net, still being not of age the adults dismissed this as just children fighting. Kiros, being a loner could normally overhear about certain events and rumors and could gather information about things easily.
After he moved away from home at the age of nineteen, the reason being that he felt his parents were nothing more than strangers to him, he slowly quieted down, but when he did get into fights, he would always anger the wrong people.
During that time, he met a beautiful young girl. Kiros was walking down a not so popular street in the market area when he noticed two rather big thugs cornering the girl, he recognized the thugs who he had a score to settle with. “Come on little lady!” “We promise it won’t hurt!” Kiros thought about it and walked past the two as they were reaching over to touch the girl. He stopped in between them and the girl. As the girl was quite a bit shorter than Kiros, the thugs looked upwards and saw his face as he sent a piercing stare there way. Remembering who he is they backed off. Normally the thugs would get their way in the parts where they were at. After the thugs had retreated and the people had stopped staring, he put his hands back into the pockets of his winter jacket and walked off. He felt someone behind him that was following him. Expecting it to be one of the thugs he walked off into an alleyway and hid, what he saw next disturbed him. He saw the young girl who he has unconsciously saved. After letting out a sigh of relief he got out of his hiding place and asked why she followed him. Her answer was to ‘Thank him’. While Kiros thought he would never see her again after that, the very next day as he was walking the same route, he was waiting in the same spot where the thugs cornered her at and went to speak with Kiros. After a while they got to know each other, Kiros enjoyed having someone to talk to and he loved listening to her talk about her interests.
Kiros then went to work for those people who he had angered, to ‘pay back his debts’ even though in the process he angered some other people he shouldn’t have without knowing it. After believing he had cleaned up his act and was now a free man again, he lived for two more years without much happening he grew into a deep relationship with the girl and had fallen in love with her. However he couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her until another year had passed. The day before he was planning to tell her how he felt, he found a note, it told him a location of an old warehouse near the docks and that the people there had kidnapped the girl, there was the possibility that she was already dead. Kiros ran there, full speed. After he got there, he found the doors unlocked and walked right in. He overheard one of them saying “Hah, it looks like she’s already dead!” and the sound of a body being kicked, but with no reaction from the body. He lost it.
Kiros tortured the unfortunate thugs that were given this job with a sword he picked up from a crate. He ripped out their eyes, cut off their arms and legs, he then cut off bits of their skin around their body. He then watched them bleed to death. After that he finally turned around and saw that her eyes were open and that she saw all of it and was alive. Tears flooding to his eyes in happiness and relief he untied her and hugged her with his blood covered hands. She pushed him away and took up the sword he dropped and with tears in her eyes shouted “Y-you monster, what kind of sick psychopath would do this kind of thing?” She pointed the sword at Kiros as he stood up. “Stay away from me!” she shouted. Kiros has a blank look in his eyes and an expressionless face. “B- but I… I love you!” “How could I love you?!” the girl shouted horrified at what she saw. Kiros started to cry again as he stepped closer to her. “You don’t love me? Bu-but what about all that we did together? I thought we’d be together forever!” Kiros whispered as she replied “We were just friends! I was already getting married!” Kiros took another step and she warned him to stay back but he continued and she swung the sword at him, his instincts got in the way and he disarmed her and pushed her on the floor. He placed the sword at the tip of her neck and spoke “I guess I Loved you!” as his tears dropped off his face onto the floor, he swung the sword.
The next thing he knew crowds were screaming and the city was ablaze, he was one of the lucky ones seeing as how he was near the docks during the time of the Jensen Crisis. He kept the sword he used on that day and was released into the new world after the Jensen Crisis, He is now 24 and looking for a new purpose in life. Being a traumatic experience for him, Kiros has subconsciously locked away his memory from that night. All he remembers is that there was someone he loved but now they’re gone. He is now looking for a new purpose, Kiros is a normal person on the outside but with a tad of cruelty. On the inside, if you end up breaking the shell, you'll find the psychopath that Kiros really is!
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To look for a new purpose in life.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Intelligent, Doesn't get attached to people,
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Emotionless and has mental problems that pop up every now and again.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No, he doesn't.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Walking down the street, he sees the girl, then his eyes hover over to the men. "Tch. It doesn't matter, happens all the time" Kiros states trying to convince himself while he is unconsciously crying behind the mask.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hoy! You there in the black!" You look like ya can handle yourself, how about you join ma crew? Eh? Lots o good money abroad!"
"I'm fine." Kiros says as he walks along ignoring the man.
"But but but! You can also lead a life of adventure!"
"Leave me alone, or maybe one of the gunpowder reserves on your ship might accidently get lit on fire."
The man backs away with a strange look on his face but doesn't ask anymore.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Looking at the old man Kiros bends down and asks him "Are you begging for food or begging for someone to end your miserable life for you?"
"What?!" "Gwaah!" The man yells as Kiros reaches for his neck.
"Guess you do want to live." Kiros makes a depressed noise from his throat as the man slaps his hand away.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"My mother? Hmm, just mixed in with all the other strange ******** I've met."
"Wh-what, you freak!" shouts the fellow as he backs away from Kiros a little.
"That reminds me of something she once said." Kiros stands up and slowly but dramatically walks over to the other man, he leans in and whispers "If you don't have anything nice to say, Be careful on your way home tonight." Kiros then lets out a loud cackle.
"Alright you two, go back to your tables or get out!" the bartender shouts at them.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Kiros walks by the woman after carefully inspecting the necklace from a distance.
"It's not my style anyway."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No thanks.
Other notes:
Haha, I hope that my bio actually fits in, I think I focused too much on the actual story rather than having it fit in with the lore and what not. I also hope that it isn't cliché, seeing as I kind of broke a few of the guidelines on that. Haha. Thanks for reading as well!
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Kight_Sharpie -Just wanted to point out that your Bio was fine though it may have been slightly cliché.. but you could edit it so that it isn't. (Say, perhaps, he was always interested in things other weren't, so that's why he was neglected and set out to try to find people with the same interest as him.Without any slaughtering and all.) You don't have to though, that's not the reason I deferred you. The reason I deferred you is because I found the length of your ICRs lacking. If you could add to that, so that they're about a paragraph long (it can be a short one) and not just a few sentences, you'll make it right through. Thanks!
Deferred:
Knight_Sharpie -Just wanted to point out that your Bio was fine though it may have been slightly cliché.. but you could edit it so that it isn't. (Say, perhaps, he was always interested in things other weren't, so that's why he was neglected and set out to try to find people with the same interest as him.Without any slaughtering and all.) You don't have to though, that's not the reason I deferred you. The reason I deferred you is because I found the length of you ICRs lacking. If you could add to that, so that they're about a paragraph long (it can be a short one) and not just a few sentences, you'll make it right through. Thanks!
Okay, thank you! I've edited the ICRs, I hope that they're good enough now. But the main point of my bio was that I wanted my character to be a psychopath, the loner part comes in second. Anyway, Thanks though!
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Kight_Sharpie -Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! Well done with the edits, and with your biography over all! You can join the server whenever you want, and do join us on our website as well: http://aneria.enjin.com/
Enjoy your experience with our server and community!
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.):
David is descended from the Starr family, a family of would-be famous architects if it wasn’t for their terrible luck. Supposedly one of his ancestors was the project manager on one of the Warden Castles…and subsequently killed upon its completion to keep its secrets from being divulged. Supposedly another one of his ancestors participated in building the sewer system for the Capital…but also was killed to conceal secrets. Following the overthrow of the Linyeran Dynasty, the Starr family was reduced to a small but wealthy clan of architects. They were scattered throughout the isles and many remained active in the arts up to recent times.
This is where David comes into play. Originally David was born to his mother and father, Loretta and Paul in the Capital City but moved to the west to practice his craft in the other cities with his uncles. He apprenticed in carpentry under his uncle Michael and in masonry under his uncle Angelo. When building, he was taught the value of geometrics and opulence in design. His projects were always meant to “wow” and “frighten” the viewer with it’s greatness. He highly coveted works of rare woods and marble yet his budget frequently prevented him from using these materials. This made him cynical as he felt he wasn’t achieving his maximum potential.
Over the years, his skills at design improved and he independently led a firm that constructed houses and barns for private contractors, yet he always wanted more. While he built spacious, beautiful and opulent villas for plantation owners, he wanted to move away from rural construction projects and into more urban ones. He became more anti-social as he delved deeper into his studies and soon began to shun most of his friends and family. His attitude was always a negative one, he always criticized others and Aneria help whoever got in the way of his building. People have expressed concern for him, thinking him to be a mad artist yet when in public he would only be snide and arrogant to his workers rather than outright insane.. He had become utterly absorbed in not only his craft but himself.
When he heard of Jensen’s rampage at the Capital, he packed up his tools and sketch books and hopped on the next ship to the Capital. To Starr, a destroyed capital city was a great potential market for architectural works and he fully believes he’ll be able to accomplish great things there.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): David longs to build a world wonder; he wishes to justify all the work he put into becoming an architect by creating something beautiful.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a master of geometry, masonry and carpentry. His mind is shrewd and mathematical with a keen intellect.
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.): David is completely 100% arrogant and blind to everything around him. He lacks the social skills to be friendly and while he is decently strong physically, he has no fighting skills.
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 at all.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
“Terrible. Disgusting, uncouth!” Starr thought as he looked through the portfolio a student turned into him earlier. He despised the work, if it could even be called that. He had a mind to fail the student when he noticed a young woman surrounded by a group of thugs.
“Why don’t yeh come back with us and ‘ave a little fun?” The thug leader sneered. His face terrified and disgusted Starr. It was missing teeth, it was completely un-proportional and clearly he had been in combat so many times any symmetry that was once there was gone. It sickened him.
Starr groaned and opened his mouth. “You there! Did your mother beat you upside the head a few dozen times with a shovel whenever you misbehaved or do you hit your head on a bunk bed post often when you come home intoxicated after a long day of shoveling cow dung?”
“The ‘ell did you just say to me!” he roared and turned around.
“I said did your mother beat you upside the head a few dozen times with a shovel. Good Aneria, are you deaf too? How much head trauma did you suffer as a child?” Starr replied.
The thug just stared at him with a facial expression that was a mixture of “I can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth” and “I’m going to stab you.” Luckily the girl took this an as opportunity to dart away unnoticed while the thugs surrounded Starr. “Good.” Starr thought. “She has more intelligence then my students. She just might make it in the world”
Starr then turned and began to trot away while looking at his student’s works. Surprisingly the thugs tried to follow but as soon as he turned the corner onto a busy street with guard, they retreated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
“Absolutely not, get out of my face I’m trying to wash down the disgusting drawings I had to suffer today.” Starr stated.
The wealthy sailor pleaded to him. “But, but, you’re famous, surely you recognize the importance of ancient architecture that could exist on these islands!”
“No. I’m not famous. I’m well regarded. Read a dictionary and learn the difference. Now get out of my face. Adventures and expeditions to long dead civilizations are a silly thing.” He said and with a “plop” sound as his mug returned to the table, he stood up, pushed his chair in and walked away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
“Please.” The old beggar pleaded and he laid on the side on the street. “Food, I need food. I lost everything in the fire.”
His hand touched Starr’s hip as dirt and grime swiped onto his pants from the beggar. “You just got dirt on my pants.” He growled back. With a flip of his thumb, the coin was shot in front of the beggar and spun as it landed. “Go take that coin, buy a bucket of water and wash yourself for Aneria’s sake. Now get out of my face.”
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
“Shut it.” Starr replied to the initial insult.
“Shut it? Shut it! I’ll show you who to shut---Hey, where do you think yer going!?” The drunkard wailed.
No reply came. Starr had just walked away without a single reply to the man.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
The necklace beamed in the sunlight. A white-gold chain lace attached to an amulet in the shape of the Church of Aneria’s symbol emblazoned with blue and yellow gems. Most likely the gems were some kind of sapphire or topaz while the white gold must have been created by an expert alchemist. The geometry of the necklace’s hang wasn’t too low nor was it too high and it was perfectly tightened to maximize both stability and style to it’s owner.
Oh and the woman wearing it was pretty too but Starr wasn’t paying attention to her.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
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Accepted:
nV_Vanity - You already play Oliver incredibly well, and this character doesn't look to deviate from that level of quality. You may start playing him whenever you choose.
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Hi all!
Just wanted to inform anyone glancing at the server with interest that we have quite the amount of interesting things in store for you! If you want to join up, go ahead and post an application right away! We would be glad to introduce you to the community and server, and have you be a part of the events and stories that are to unfold in the nearby future!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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This is a mini-app, link to first app:
Err it's starting to be a while...type in "Tazec" In the search bar, and it'll come up after Joanna's.
Character Information
Name:
Steaz Quad
Age:
27
Class:
Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?:
Member of the Medori
Physical description:
Steaz is a strong man with brown hair, some stubbles, and dark clothes. He always has his bow with him, and his face isn't "the cleanest".
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.):
From he was very small, Steaz was taught the magic of the bow and sword. He was trained up for fighting his whole childhood, because there was a big war commencing between their island and another. Soon, he became the most skilled archer and swordsman on their island, and he started teaching the little ones himself. After 26 years, the war finally started. That day, he woke up, took a glance at the sun, breathed heavily in and knew. He knew this had to be the day it started. The day he had trained for his whole life. He was wrong. It didn't happen until the day after.
It happened at night, he heard footsteps in the hallway. His dad was never up at night, and his mother moved away a long time ago. His father said that if you didn't sleep all night, you'd perform bad next day, and next day might be the war day. He curiously got up, silently, and took his bow which was laying next to his bed. He silently opened the door, and saw a man's back. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was their armour, so he assumed there was someone going to talk to him about something. He went out and said, with his strong, commanding voice; "Is something wrong?" The man turned, and looked at him. Then he silently handed him a paper and ran away. Steaz shrugged at this, and opened the letter. His dad had been killed. The battle had started without him knowing, on the other island. They didn't bring him, their master ranger, because he had to sleep all night. He was so mad. So mad at his father for not bringing him, and so mad at the person that did. He grabbed his bow in his right hand, put his sword in his sheath and ran out to get on the next airship there. He reached the next one, and they flew over to the other island. He shot the enemies from a distance, before they even got there, without hitting any of his allies. The fight lasted for days, he couldn't count how many, and eventually, he fainted of exhaustion. At that moment, when he fainted, he thought he was going to die.
He could barely see a couple of strong feet running towards him, before his eyes closed. He woke up on his own island, in a house he had never been in before. He got up and ran out again to help the others with the fight yet again. A man was standing outside, training on a dummy with his sword. Steaz shouted at him they had to go help, and he stopped training. "No, it's over. We lost." It hit him right in his heart. "What?" "We lost Steaz, they would let me have this house until you recovered, and then we have to move away, away from this place. I know where I'm going. I'm going to live with my family, but you better find a place for yourself mate." He patted him on the back, and gestured for Steaz to follow him towards an airship. For the whole ride, he just thought about the same words. "We lost."
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it. After more days at the airship, the pilot clapped in front of him. "Get off mate, this is the last stop." he said. Steaz looked at the island they had stopped by, and smiled. Nobody knew he had lost a fight there, and neither would they. He took a coin out of his pocket and tipped the pilot, something he seemed to find a bit strange, and then planted his feet at the new island. The pilot said something about "Constance" before the airship dissapeared in the distance. "Constance." he thought. "Home."
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Well, to get friends, get a life, fight again, and never, never loose ever again.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He is very strong, and extremely good with the bow, aswell as pretty good at a sword.
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 has a weak point behind his left foot, nobody knows about it, but he was shot there with an arrow many years ago. This doesn't affect him until someone kicks/beats, or does anything at that place, then he will be helpless.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Steaz takes out his bow and aims on one of the feet of the biggest guy. "No way." he mumbles to himself and lets the arrow go. The big man turns and looks down at his foot, seing the arrow sticking out of it and the blood pouring out. He gets furious and shouts at his friend to go get Steaz. This time, he shoots the arm of the guy, so he looses his sword. The girl ran away when they were both distracted, and Steaz whistles, walking away while putting his bow back on his back.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Steaz looks at the man. "This is my home." he says. "And I have enough money, I do not intend to leave this place." The man looks kind of dissapointed. "Please?" Steaz looks kind of curiously at the man. "Why do you want me to join so bad?" he says. The man glares at him and walks away, not responding.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Steaz looks at the man, knowing he promised himself to help everyone as he best could within his power. He looked through his backpack, dissapointed when not finding any food. Then, he runs towards the nearest shop and buys a loaf of bread. He comes back and hands it to the man. "There you go." he says and walks away, whistling.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Hey you, your mother is so fat you can't even compare!" a fellow shouts at him as he is about to leave. Steaz turns, and slowly walks towards the fellow that said so. He draws his knife and looks at it. While stripping his finger at the knife, he says "I don't care what you say about my mother, but nobody is allowed to offend me." he says coldly and puts the knife up to his face. "Got it?" The man nods slowly, seemingly very scared. Steaz nods and leaves the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"That's a beautiful neckless." Steaz thinks to himself. "Wish I had someone to buy something like that for.." he thinks and watches the woman pass by. "My mother would have suited that, I am sure." he thinks. "But she left a long time ago."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
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: junitheiii
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have, And do agree to 'em.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Not giving the other person a chance to react, Such as: -I slice at your chest, Leaving a heavy blow and injuring you severely.- Instead of letting the one being sliced at decided if he's going to get hit or dodge or just scraped, Etc.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using knowledge you have obtained OOCly ICly/Making your character know things he/she shouldn't or could.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplaying is taking on the role of another person or thing. To me, Becoming that character and reacting and acting as said person.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Me!.. Nah, No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If the owner of said character allows.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In OOC chat and Msgs.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have indeedy! And I do. Quite interesting at that.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages/Those who learn at the Academy, Priests, And Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: A peaceful and secluded race of people. Live in tents (Mostly), Worship one known as 'The Father'. And they are quite wary of these New fangled Human folk. Also have a rather high natural understanding of Magic.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellory has been in charge since 169 A.R. Following the defeat of an Old Monarchy.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people that protected the lands. Back when they still needed protecting, That is. Now adays they aren't too needed. And thus aren't as respected or revered as they once were.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that saves people that fall. It unfortunately can't save their things, Unless said person that fell had enough essence on them. Essence is a form of Mana that people acquire by doing things like mining. Normal people don't have much use for it save for saving their things, While Mages can do some pretty nifty things with it.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the Reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's Husband. He had the ability to jump from one person's body to another so long as the host was dead. He tried to destroy the Net and bring the islands down, But was thwarted by the races by unbinding Aneria for guidance and sealing Jensen inside of a diamond shovel, But not before Jensen had the opprotunity to turn into a Dragon and wreck the capital for some time.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Lesse' here.. I'v had quite a bit of RP experience, Mostly coming from MC RP Servers such as this. 'Sides that I Forum RP'd a bit back when I was younger, And am writing a story with my sister that we like to Live RP.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: CraftHammer, LandsOfNavia, KingdomOfAeonis. World of Canaleth. As for reasons leaving, CraftHammer I left while being apart of for around half a year, Due to staff issues. LandsOfNavia due to it's closing from money troubles, KingdomOfAeonis died to lack of player activity. Canaleth I am still apart of, Though that server, Is only open on 2 days of the week.
Character Information
Name: Skyieh Realm (Sky-yeh)
Age: 20
Class: Ranger.
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Skyieh is around 5.8 Height wise. Her eyes are a soft light purple color. She is rather thin.
And without mask: http://prntscr.com/1ozgin (A side note, I will be making more skin variations with different masks and maybe an outfit or two.)
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.): Skyieh was born into a nomadic sort of Medori family. Her family would go from island to island, Spending but a month or a little more at most at each. For what purpose? Simply to see and learn about their surroundings, Find new things to document and write about. They were a curious family, And such was Skyieh. Just as curious as her parents.
During their travels Skyieh would learn how to do a numerous sort of things. She'd learn how to use a Bow and Arrow quite well, Something she'd use often while traveling with her family for food. She'd also learn to write, Something she finds her self doing a good bit. Recording things she'd find of interest in her books. Another thing she'd pick up was to be handy with a knife, Though not as much for combat, No, No.
Skyieh's family has a particular tradition of making, And wearing masks. A mask for each island and a story for each mask they'd say. As normal Medori families tell stories to each other, The Realm family would give and make a mask to go along with the story. Something to remind and show the importance of the story.
As such, Skyieh is not often seen without a mask of some sort around her face. She doesn't much care for what and if others think about it, Especially having lived with and around mostly only her family and Other Medori.
Skyieh also normally carries around a medium sized satchel bag with her wherever she goes, Incase she finds anything interesting to examine later, Or just for carrying food and things.
When the Jensen crisis took effect, Skyieh was set to visit the Chancellery for her first time. But much to the dismay of her Family. And as such, Used all the hearings of what had been going on to persuade her to stay just a little while longer until things would calm down. When the Fatherland began to fall they were off on one of their travels and thankfully spared from that disaster. For the moment though, They've decided to stay and help with the Medori in rebuilding.
Though Skyieh doesn't plan on staying long, And instead finds herself wanting to visit the Chancellery's Capital soon. And though her family would much rather her not, Once she sets her mind on doing something there is little for them to say otherwise about it.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She is driven by her sense of adventure, And to find new things. Her wanting to explore new islands far and wide, And ultimately, See what is beyond the Net, And down below.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Skyieh likes to think herself smart, And likes to often think outside of the box. She's gifted with a bow and arrow, And is fond of making woodwork like masks and trinkets. She likes to keep a rather optimistic view of things, And not dwell on a particular problem for too long. She's rather curious, And will sometimes let that get away with her at times. This can be both a strength and a weakness. She likes to dabble in cooking, Though she'd be the first to tell you it isn't anything too fancy and definitely not the best.
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.): Skyieh is rather slow to trust, And likes to watch a person's personality and reactions first for a time before trying to talk with them. She isn't very strong strength wise, And doesn't know her way about magics of any sort. Though it's long been something that's intrigued her.
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, As much as I'd have liked to, I didn't see any recent threads on the forums~
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.
Spotting the scene as she'd turn a corner, She would glance about the three, Analyzing the situation before then rushing back around the corner, Heading back to a nearby guard she'd pass, And undoubtedly was questioned by for as to why she was wearing a mask. "Oi, Guard! Over here." She'd yell while giving a broad wave with a knife in her hand, "That's sure to get his attention.." She'd think to herself. The guard would then of course rush over to her and around the corner as she did, To find her pointing over to the three, Which now looked to be moving into a building from the time she took to get the guard, Though the girl still struggling. The guard would pause for a moment, Looking slightly confused before Skyieh would just sigh and point again to the armored pair. "Are you going to do something or not?" Her tone slightly irate. The guard would then shake off the confusion, And quickly leap into action. The pair hassling the woman seeing the guard would swear to themselves and rush off. Likewise, As to when the guard would go to question Skyieh, She was long gone.
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A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Hearing the proposition she would pause for a moment, Giving it some thought before eventually shaking her head. "No thank you," She'd say, Then turning around to head off. Though knowing herself to be full well and capable of handling an airship, Being on the one her family has many a time, She had no reason to stop traveling with her family and join a crew such as this, Especially not even knowing the man. The man on the other hand would look clearly displeased, And then approach another prospective candidate.
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You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
She'd glance at the beggar as she'd walk by him, Pausing a small moment. Then going to start walking again before stopping, Letting out a small sigh and turning back around to walk toward the beggar. The beggar would look up at her with a look of distress, Need, And hope. She'd then take out a few coins from her satchel bag and offering it to the old man. The Old man would go to take it hastily, "Thank you young girl.. You've made an old man mighty happy," She'd give a nod, And turn to leave. Though underneath her mask would show a small smile.
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In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
She would just look to the side and try to walk way from the drunken man, Wanting to avoid trouble. The man though had different ideas. Going to take her arm. "Where are you going, Eh?" He'd say with a slight growl. Skyieh would then attempt to whip her arm around back to her forcefully, And out of the fellow's grasp, Successful at that she'd take out a knife from her pocket and point it at the ground, Her eyes focused on the fellow though. Some of the other onlookers in the Tavern would start to watch the two, Letting out some "Ooos" and "Ahhhs." The drunken fellow would then take a few steps back from Skyieh. Mumbling something about the 'Masked freak.' She on the other hand would just let out a sigh from underneath her mask and put the knife back in her pocket before departing, Her mood for the night rather gone from the encounter.
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You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
She would pause and look to the Necklace for however long she can as the Woman passes by. Then turning back to watch her walk away. Some thoughts of thievery would cross her mind, But she'd just shake her head and make her way to wherever she was going at the time.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? How long is one IC day in RL~? Like do you have an official calender? Or do you leave it up to the players to make their own timelines?
Other notes: Welp, Really lookin' forward to joinin'~ You guys seem like a really fun, And legit RP group. And thanks for reading my app. Have a nice day/night whoever is doing so~
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 do, tankg0d
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?Absolutely!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?When you "force" RP onto another player. IE: Chopping off someone's head.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?
Knowing something in game that your character has no legitimate way of knowing.IE: Being a mage, and teaching a swordsmith how to work his metals.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?
Becoming another character besides yourself and living through their eyes, usually through some type of game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?
NOBODY D:<
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?
When said other player consents to the death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?
When using parenthesis or in the OOC chats
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?
To the best of my abilities!
Who is allowed to use magic?
Those who have trained in the arts at the academy
Who are the Fallen?
A nomadic race with an old history and simple customs. AKA. The Medori
When and how did our current government come to be?
The chancellery came to be after the defeat of the Linyera monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?
A decrepit group of soldiers that once protected the islands from supernatural evils. Was disbanded, current chancellor considering bringing their title back.
What are the Net and Essence?
The net is a barrier below the islands that stops any foolish individuals from falling to their deaths. Falling off the side does consume either essence, or the individuals items.
Essence is the existence of mana on the first plane. Essence cannot be used by mages, and is merely collected and stored, potentially for sales and trading.
Who is/was Jensen?
Jensen is a man who showed up on the Islands, speaking of 5 Anerian artifacts that could summon Aneria, and allow her to grant one wish. He intended to use the wish to kill his immortal self, but was denied, and turned into a shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?
I've roleplayed on numerous other servers, and other games.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left
--Crafthammer, disagreement with the administration team.
--Avitus, still playing/working on completing.
Character Information
Name: Tyrius "The Grey" (refuses to give his last name to anyone)
Age:33
Class:Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?
Member of the Medori
Physical description:
As far as Medori go, Tyrius is not far from unusual. At a height of 6', He could blend into a crowd almost semlessly, if not for his bright red cloak he uses to keep warm in the worst of temperatures. His black hair hangs low on his head, with his eyes looking out in his undying lust for knowledge. Well built, but not terribly muscular.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/GTwATA6
(Currently doing minor work to face, like changing eyebrows and smile)
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.)
Even as a small child, Tyrius was an incredibly brave fool. Even though he only truly trusted those very close to him, like his friend Ólchobhar Shanahan, he would listen for any type of story that held any potential for adventure and wisdom. With his ever-growing thirst for knowledge, he often lead himself into difficult situations. These habits would often leave him wounded, with his friend laughing at his pains, but never without that satisfying feeling of knowing just a little more than he had the day before. At the loss of control to his left arm, he began to rely heavily on Ólchobhar's help in many situations. The level of reliance on a single person began to drive him mad though, and in a blur of self-righteous rage, Tyrius vanishes into the forests to make himself a stronger minded person, and promised himself he would not return until he could manage to live by his own rules, even with his lame, worthless arm.
In a state of self awareness, Tyrius knew he wouldn't last long in these forests if he didn't find something to eat. In the old saying, it was kill, or be killed. Tyrius did not have any plans on dying any time soon. Upon starting a small fire in the forest, he began to notice his surroundings seemed to welcome his presence, perhaps even embrace him. He had never felt such a powerful yearning towards any mortal creation, and this forest was beckoning for him to journey further; Become a living part of the forest, it seemed to say. Upon learning the name of Essence, he began to gather it in copious quantities, hoping perhaps that if he managed to collect enough, he could use them to restore some of the muscle in his arm. Unfortunately, it didn't work out in such a way, but the manual labor he endured while living within the heart of the forest had done what the Essence could not. By the time he finally left the forest, his body had become a well nurtured creation, with his arm now able to lift an entire book!
Upon leaving the city, Tyrius found a small encampment of some rather unusual folk, with very odd customs. At the sight of the masks they wore over their faces, Tyrius's need for knowledge stirred up at an incredible speed, and jogged to one of the citizens, peering intently at their mask. Thus enters the story of his second friend, Skyieh Realm. She was a young soul, much younger than Tyrius, but she seemed to not care about his age, and was just as equally amused with his appearance as he was hers. Upon spending a few days at the small tribe, there was a slight commotion amidst the forests, and Tyrius went to see what was happening. Small dagger in hand, he walked quietly into the forest, before letting the blade slip from his hand at the sight of his oldest friend, Ólchobhar. To see him once again, when he was sure that he would have died from alcohol poisoning by now, was a gift in itself! After an incredibly informal greeting, and a well meant hug, he followed Ólchobhar back to the ship he had joined with some oddball adventurer, and headed off towards the Capitol of the Chancellery. After a somewhat unreasonable situation from Ólchobhar, the friends drove their newly acquired ship towards the home island of Medori.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation)
To finish both his Primary and Magery level classes, and use his capabilities to protect his dear friends.
Strengths (Both physical and personality)
Mental: Well attuned to his surroundings, and in most situtations is incredibly calm minded.
Physical: well-rounded, and has an incredibly high stamina.
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.):
Physical: Due to severe wounds from unmentioned causes, his left arm is practically worthless beyond lifting an average sized book. Due to this, his mental weaknesses revolve around his self-esteem, and can cause his emotions to flare out of control at the mention of his arm. Only exception is his close friend. Small-minded when it comes to choice in weaponry. IE: Anything non-magical is worthless. Is also easily swayed by women, and often spends for too much time daydreaming.
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.):
The player created by KokoronoSora, known as Ólchobhar Shanahan, will be a close friend of my character. No link, as the character link was made before i even knew of the forum page.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Seeing the situation unfold, Tyrius does well to remember the faces of the guards. Lingering slightly past his time of welcome, one of the guards calls him out. Tyrius panics, and flees the scene, using his wondrous stamina to outrun the weighed down man. Knowing the faces of the men, he knows it won't take him more than a few days to find out their names, and where they live. Once he has that, he'll make damn sure the skies are bright with fire.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Tyrius: "May i bring my friend with? I do not wish to leave him here to fend for himself."
Creepy Man: "No, i'm afraid i only require one more person."
Tyrius: "Then i'm going to have to pass on your generous offer, and bid you good day."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
After thinking about the numerous times he's been stuck in the exact same situation,he quickly empties his pockets of all his food for the man. He wishes for no man to experience that pain, and wishes for a good future for the man, before continuing on his path to catch up to his friend.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Tyrius ignores the drunken oafs ramblings. He has no need to start a pointless fight of some waste of a humans stumbling words. Besides, he was never a fan of his mother anyways.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Tyrius makes a small note on his mind to compliment the woman next time he sees her. Maybe he could even get a chance to know her better? The thought makes him smile, and sends him into an hours long daydream as he continues his flight to a neighboring island.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Do you have any intention to add other races for players to use, such as one for the more experienced players?
Other notes:
This server sounds like it has an incredible potential, and i hope to be able to watch it grow!
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name?: I do, but I'd rather not everyone see it.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Ja
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: To apply omnipotent features to yourself, I.E: Impossible to react to/Without giving a chance to react, godlike and overpowered, and the such.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using knowledge that you character can't/doesn't know to their advantage; being omniscient.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing a role, acting, story telling. Unghh...
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Anybody who knows how to install them. I mean, they'll be banned, but if you wanna be technical about it...
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player consents to said death, or has no other option.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using double parentheses (()), speaking in the Out Of Character Channel, or in Private Messages.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Quite.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have received a Magery Degree.
Who are the Fallen?: The lot who got separated from the rest of humanity when the islands rose into the sky.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R. after the fall of the Linyera Monarchy.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of monster slayers that defend the weak and the innocent. Or they were. Bunch'o wash ups now.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net catches you and returns you to the islands should you fall off, and essence is this sort of physical manifestation of... Of... It's Experience.
Who is/was Jensen?: He was the husband of the godess Aneria, who caused the Jensen Crisis.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I've been role playing online for a long. long. long. time. I started out in Second Life a little over five years ago (a horrible crime, I know >_>), and still continue to role play in Second Life, along with a combination of forum role plays across multiple forums, and multiple MC role playing servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: There were a few, and I've left all of them on my own accord, but most notably I think LoTC and CraftHammer.
Character Information
Name: Ólchobhar Shanahan
Age: 37
Class: Bladesman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Ólchobhar stands a short 5'8", maintains a fit build, has moderately long dark brown hair, dark green eyes, a full beard, moderately refined facial features, and has a chance to be considered a small bear or large dog if seen naked.
I only spent about half an hour on this because I didn't want it to take up all my time in writing this app, but it's a basic look at him.
Screen capture of your skin:
(Sorry for all the spoilers >_>)
Biography: Ólchobhar was born a twin, but lived his childhood an only child. The strong survive, the weak die; harsh conditions bay his sister the latter, and she live no more than a year before she would die of natural causes. It never had much of an effect on him, he was too young to remember it very well, though his parents took it to heart and fell into depression. They tried for more children, but each attempt afterwards would fail. Their depression grew deeper, they let their household fall into ruin, their relationship devolve into fighting and violence. After a strong night of drinking on the side of his father, death crept its winding tendrils into the cottage and wrung them about the throat of his mother. His father, a murderer, faced death in reprimand, and Ólchobhar made pauper child.
Before tragedy struck, Ólchobhar acquainted himself with Tyrius, who was four years younger. Even afterwards, the two managed to stay acquainted with one another. Tyrius was often considered a nuisance by the older Ólchobhar; The favor was always repaid in due however as Ólchobhar taunted him, sometimes tirelessly. After an eventual falling out, the two split and went their separate ways.
Such misfortune was a face that Ólchobhar would come to recognize. He gained reputation as the "Perpetual Drunkard," though it wasn't true. His face was only ever seen on the way to a drink, while drinking, or from a drink while in town, but he had employed himself as a mercenary and bodyguard, and his conduct while working was less lenient. His skill with a blade wasn't extraordinary, yet his prowess acrobatically and his agile nature was a remarkable skill to be displayed in battle.
The Jensen Crisis left Ólchobhar relatively un-influenced and distant, his time during the advent spent on an airship, playing the "intimidating bodyguard" while a would be "adventurer" looked for new islands and treasures, rather unsuccessfully. Eventually the want to be Columbus did manage to stumble upon one of the wilder islands, plagued with a dense forest. The foolhearty punk adventurer raced off onto the island, near kissing the ground as if he had just discovered the find of a century, before being yanked back to his feet by Ólchobhar pulling upon his shirt collar.
The duo trekked into the forests, searching for signs of anything other than beasts and foliage. For the longest time it seemed a hopeless front, just another truly wilder island without any inhabitants, until a small encampment came into sight, and within the encampment were a familiar face. Tyrius, from more than a decade ago, was here on the same island that Ólchobhar was.
After exchanging their greetings, per say, Ólchobhar dragged Tyrius' sodding self back to the ship, and over a period of the next number of weeks the now trio made their way back to The Capital of the Chancellery, only to find it mainly abandoned aside from a small number of scattered souls. Tyrius and Ólchobhar, both being Medori and not desiring to be drug into the conflicts of the Chancellery and it's... Apparent chaotic state, threw the captain overboard and steered the ship home bound, before recognizing neither of them had any good amount of knowledge as to flying air ships. They managed to arrive nonetheless, but the ship was brutally smashed in the process.
What is your character’s main goal?: To get drunk again tomorrow.
Strengths: Physically fit and highly agile, stubborn, charismatic (all things considered), has a good working spirit.
Weaknesses: Stubborn, mentally clouded, drunkard, arsehole (all things considered), doesn't know when to stop (in most things), bad at giving directions.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: Ja, my friend's Tankg0d's character Tyrius, though we kind of established this connection before learning about the character linking board or whatnot, so no link to dat' thread tho.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*The drunkard swaggers down one of the streets in a stupor, turning to head to the docks lazily before coming upon an ongoing bit of flirting between some nice young gentlemen and a pretty young woman.
*"An wa d'wa hae ere' aye?" he spills out, "She dun'nt look ah da app... app... appreciative of yer actions, heh?"
**"Bugger off you sod, ain't nun your business," the two delinquents retort.
*Ólchobhar looks at the half empty bottle in his hand, and then hazily towards the two assailants before smashing it violently against the wall of a building to his right, holding the bottle up towards the two and cocking his head back.
*"I wan ye twa to g'way righ now 'for I get ta makin ye a tad bit uglier."
**The two men look to eachother, and then give the drunkard a seething look. They back off of the woman and slink their way off into an alley.
***The young lady looks up to the drunkard thankfully.
*Ólchobhar looks back at her and then chucks the bottle off to the side of the street and keeps walking, grumbling angrily at the wasted alcohol.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
*Ólchobhar cocks a brow at the offer, always intrigued by the prospect of making a bit of cash. He throws his arm over the man's shoulder and pats him on the back. "I'm yer man, yeah?!"
**The adventurer looks a bit shocked at the reaction but nods, his eyes wide (and likely burning from the smell of last night's lingering alcohol). He goes to lead Ólchobhar to the ship where they can exchange introductions more thoroughly.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Ólchobhar passes the old man by without caring much. The strong live and the weak die. This is reality, not a fairy tale.
**The old man looks offended and distraught; he reaches out an arm to tug on the figure's pant leg but misses.
*Ólchobhar looks back at the old man, now lying on his stomach, and growls lowly to himself before turning about and reaching into his coin pouch. He throws a few coins at the man's head. Nothing is free either, after all.
*He turns around again and keeps walking, leaving the man there to his begging.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Ólchobhar insults his mother in return and then offers to buy him another round.
**The sod is gleeful at finding a new drinking companion of similar temperament, someone to be (expletive) with.
*Ólchobhar drains a flagon and drinks his night away with the fellow.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Ólchobhar thinks to himself, "Necklaces is for sissies." He continues walking without a care otherwise.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Not really, no.
IGN: Henrymoray1
Real-Life Age: 16
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Yes, Henrymoray1
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”?: Unfair roleplay such as cutting someone in half.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information as your character
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting as a fictional character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have the players consent.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you are in the OOC channel or if you use 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?: A player that has a Magery degree from the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: A nomadic group that lived apart from the majority of the islands for some time until their island drifted towards the Capitol allowing them to interact with other people.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The current government was established in 169 AR after overthrowing the previous government.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The order is a group of men and women dedicated to dispelling the waves of evil creatures flooding the islands. The Order was disbanded by the previous Chancellor and might be reinstated by the current.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a web of energy that surrounds the bottom of the islands. If you are unlucky enough to fall off the islands the Net will harness essence to send you back. If you gain 3 levels of essence you will keep your items. Essence is gained by killing evil creatures and minig ores.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of the goddess who raised the flying islands in the first place. He was the ability to jump from body to body when his current one deteriorates. As he jumped from body to body he lost his mind and began a search for 5 artifacts that would bring his wife back and force her to grant him a wish. As of current he is contained in a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Most of my experience comes from Cortex maps on the Starcraft 2 Arcade. I have also played on a few other minecraft servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I played on a few servers quite a long time ago, of which I can only remember the name of one called the Realm of Gwomath. All the servers I left were for most of the same reasons, either the server got shut down or it started to go downhill.
Character Information
Name: Isaac Black
Age: 25
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Isaac is about 6 feet tall with shaggy brown hair and beard. He is usually seen wearing a slightly dirty white shirt, brown pants, and suspenders.
Screen capture of your skin: file:///C:/Users/User/Desktop/John_4517159%20(1).pnghttp://cdn2.planetmi...kin-4517159.jpg
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.):
Isaac was born into a small hunting village deep in the woods, when he was 10 years old the people of his village were killed by wolves while he was hunting. He was been living alone in the village for many years surviving on wild game and his own farming efforts. For things he couldn't do himself like clothes, he traded food and supplies with anyone he might find in the woods. Becoming lonely with his life he finally grew bold enough to leave his hunting village and set out for the Capitol. Once there he will try to seek any work he can find. One day he hopes to rebuild his ruined home town for others to inhabit. He wants to rebuild his home, but will not go to extreme lengths. His family raised him well with a good moral compass and a strong sense of right and wrong, because of which he has a hard time understanding how people can be so cruel to one another. He also has a very hard time walking away from those in need. He hopes that his basic knowledge of life and his set of skills will be enough to get a job in the Capitol.When he was young he heard stories of the Order of Aradin, and their deeds of valor, bravery, and honor. Although they were disbanded he hopes that one day they will be reborn so that he may help them in their mission. Until that time he instead will try his luck finding a job. As long as he can stay alive and out of jail Isaac hopes he can rebuild his ruined home.. With the surfacing of the Medori, Isaac hopes he can connect with them as they live in a way similar to they way he has for many years. Their basic form of living appeals to Isaac in a very large way. He wishes to one day live within their society, regardless of many peoples disliking of them. He thinks that maybe by integrating with them he can reduce tension between the Medori and the people of the Chancellery. With his list of ambitions set, Isaac begins the long and dangerous trek from his small middle-of-nowhere village to the Capitol City to make a life for himself. All he has to his name are the clothes on his back and the meager amount food he brought with him. Hopefully this will be enough to see him through his journey to change his life forever.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To rebuild his ruined home town.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Having lived in the wild alone for many years, Isaac is very skilled at hunting and tracking.
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.): Lack of human interaction makes it hard for Isaac to interact with others.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. *Drawing his crude sword Isaac steps in to defend the girl* "If you kind gentlemen could leave this young lady alone, that would be fantastic."
"Is that all you have to fight us tiny?" asks one of the men. *The other laughs and swings at Isaac who blocks it, but breaks his sword in the process. Taking both pieces Isaac tries his best to fight them off, getting fairly battered in the process.*** *After helping Isaac to her home, the girl tends to his wounds.* "What did they take?" He asks her. "Just some change, thanks anyway." *Isaac reaches into his coat pocket and hands her most of his money* "Will this help?" "Thank you!"
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "I'd love to join, but I can't leave my current job, I promised I would work for at least 3 weeks." "Your loss Kid."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Helping the man up Isaac takes the man back to the inn where he is staying, buys him a meal, and gives him his room. Upon leaving the inn the man asks, "Why are you being so kind to me young man?" In response Isaac asks, "Why not?"
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Say it again, I dare you." *As the man begins to repeat it Isaac smashes his glass against the mans head* "That settles that."
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. "Excuse me ma'am, but may I ask where you got your necklace, its very beautiful." "Why thank you, my son made it for me."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? No, thank you for asking.
Henrymoray1- Everything in your App is fine in regards to your OOC questions and IC ones, yet you are missing one IC question: "Strengths (Both physical and personality):" I noticed you had "Weaknesses", which is good, but you also need a strength. Perhaps he's swift with his hands, as he's hunted for his own food (and probably built traps of sorts to help him)? If you could fill that out (and possibly make your ICR's longer) you'll have no problem making it in!
Sorry about that, I edited it, should be fine now.
Henrymoray1- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! Thank you for editing your post, and with that, you've been accepted! Here; join up on the server forums and have a glance around at the community. http://aneria.enjin.com/ I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Hop on the server as soon as you can to see what it's like, and start up some roleplay! (Though it may be empty around this time of day).
IGN: Kight_Sharpie
Real-Life Age: 15
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name?: I do, but I'd prefer to not give it out.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have read the rules and I agree to them.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is when you roleplay unfairly, an Example would be always hitting your enemy but never being hit.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is using knowledge that you've learned outside of the roleplay during roleplay.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting as a character that you have made up.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: You are only allowed to kill another character when the other player allows you to.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: I believe you can anytime as long as you are using parentheses or the OOC Chat channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have read it and I agree to roleplay on accordance with it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Only Mages, Priests and Paladins can use magic.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen are the Medori, They have only recently been in contact with the Chancellery and the citizens.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery has been in power since they defeated the old government in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The order of Aradin is a faction that came into power around 37 A.R to protect the people of the islands but they have grown into disarray and are now just a fraction of what they used to be. It was disbanded but it may be recreated by the new chancellor.
What are the Net and Essence?: The Net is a barrier that teleports living matter back to the islands if for some reason someone would fall off. Essence is basically mana that can't be used for anything other than having your items restored with you when you hit the net.
Who is/was Jensen?: Jensen is the husband of the goddess Aneria who she made immortal. He is only able to transfer his soul to another body, he doesn't actually die. He was behind the Jensen Crisis and only wished to die. He is now trapped inside a diamond shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I do have previous roleplay experience on a few other servers, it wasn't anything as professional as this is though, It was more of just a gathering of me and my friends. We had a set lore but it wasn't anything big just the basics and we would just roleplay about anything that seemed relevant.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I can't say really. It's not that I'm not allowed to or anything it's more like I can't because it's not "Offical"
Character Information
Name: Kiros Kosinski
Age: 24
Class: Bladesman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery
Physical description: 182 cm. 163 lbs. Not particularly muscly or strong. Dark green eyes, Dark black hair. Takes a liking to black clothing and wears a mask.
Screen capture of your skin:
I'm not sure how to set it so the picture would show up, so I'll just set the picture as my profile picture if that's okay.
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.):
Kiros was a loner. He never really had anyone he could call friends and would spend the majority of his time taking walks or some other activity that didn't involve other people. He was never talented at anything in particular but he would fantasize about being a hero and swinging a sword around however he'd never do more than dream about it. People started to avoid him because he had a strange aura around him, it was almost like you could sense his hate. Later on in life he turned into a delinquent, he would get into fights that he would win using his mind more than his brawns. Although he would never kill anyone he would go as close as he could to it during fights. Attacking the enemy while he is down and pushing them over the edge into the net, still being not of age the adults dismissed this as just children fighting. Kiros, being a loner could normally overhear about certain events and rumors and could gather information about things easily.
After he moved away from home at the age of nineteen, the reason being that he felt his parents were nothing more than strangers to him, he slowly quieted down, but when he did get into fights, he would always anger the wrong people.
During that time, he met a beautiful young girl. Kiros was walking down a not so popular street in the market area when he noticed two rather big thugs cornering the girl, he recognized the thugs who he had a score to settle with. “Come on little lady!” “We promise it won’t hurt!” Kiros thought about it and walked past the two as they were reaching over to touch the girl. He stopped in between them and the girl. As the girl was quite a bit shorter than Kiros, the thugs looked upwards and saw his face as he sent a piercing stare there way. Remembering who he is they backed off. Normally the thugs would get their way in the parts where they were at. After the thugs had retreated and the people had stopped staring, he put his hands back into the pockets of his winter jacket and walked off. He felt someone behind him that was following him. Expecting it to be one of the thugs he walked off into an alleyway and hid, what he saw next disturbed him. He saw the young girl who he has unconsciously saved. After letting out a sigh of relief he got out of his hiding place and asked why she followed him. Her answer was to ‘Thank him’. While Kiros thought he would never see her again after that, the very next day as he was walking the same route, he was waiting in the same spot where the thugs cornered her at and went to speak with Kiros. After a while they got to know each other, Kiros enjoyed having someone to talk to and he loved listening to her talk about her interests.
Kiros then went to work for those people who he had angered, to ‘pay back his debts’ even though in the process he angered some other people he shouldn’t have without knowing it. After believing he had cleaned up his act and was now a free man again, he lived for two more years without much happening he grew into a deep relationship with the girl and had fallen in love with her. However he couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her until another year had passed. The day before he was planning to tell her how he felt, he found a note, it told him a location of an old warehouse near the docks and that the people there had kidnapped the girl, there was the possibility that she was already dead. Kiros ran there, full speed. After he got there, he found the doors unlocked and walked right in. He overheard one of them saying “Hah, it looks like she’s already dead!” and the sound of a body being kicked, but with no reaction from the body. He lost it.
Kiros tortured the unfortunate thugs that were given this job with a sword he picked up from a crate. He ripped out their eyes, cut off their arms and legs, he then cut off bits of their skin around their body. He then watched them bleed to death. After that he finally turned around and saw that her eyes were open and that she saw all of it and was alive. Tears flooding to his eyes in happiness and relief he untied her and hugged her with his blood covered hands. She pushed him away and took up the sword he dropped and with tears in her eyes shouted “Y-you monster, what kind of sick psychopath would do this kind of thing?” She pointed the sword at Kiros as he stood up. “Stay away from me!” she shouted. Kiros has a blank look in his eyes and an expressionless face. “B- but I… I love you!” “How could I love you?!” the girl shouted horrified at what she saw. Kiros started to cry again as he stepped closer to her. “You don’t love me? Bu-but what about all that we did together? I thought we’d be together forever!” Kiros whispered as she replied “We were just friends! I was already getting married!” Kiros took another step and she warned him to stay back but he continued and she swung the sword at him, his instincts got in the way and he disarmed her and pushed her on the floor. He placed the sword at the tip of her neck and spoke “I guess I Loved you!” as his tears dropped off his face onto the floor, he swung the sword.
The next thing he knew crowds were screaming and the city was ablaze, he was one of the lucky ones seeing as how he was near the docks during the time of the Jensen Crisis. He kept the sword he used on that day and was released into the new world after the Jensen Crisis, He is now 24 and looking for a new purpose in life. Being a traumatic experience for him, Kiros has subconsciously locked away his memory from that night. All he remembers is that there was someone he loved but now they’re gone. He is now looking for a new purpose, Kiros is a normal person on the outside but with a tad of cruelty. On the inside, if you end up breaking the shell, you'll find the psychopath that Kiros really is!
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To look for a new purpose in life.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Intelligent, Doesn't get attached to people,
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Emotionless and has mental problems that pop up every now and again.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No, he doesn't.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Walking down the street, he sees the girl, then his eyes hover over to the men. "Tch. It doesn't matter, happens all the time" Kiros states trying to convince himself while he is unconsciously crying behind the mask.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Hoy! You there in the black!" You look like ya can handle yourself, how about you join ma crew? Eh? Lots o good money abroad!"
"I'm fine." Kiros says as he walks along ignoring the man.
"But but but! You can also lead a life of adventure!"
"Leave me alone, or maybe one of the gunpowder reserves on your ship might accidently get lit on fire."
The man backs away with a strange look on his face but doesn't ask anymore.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Looking at the old man Kiros bends down and asks him "Are you begging for food or begging for someone to end your miserable life for you?"
"What?!" "Gwaah!" The man yells as Kiros reaches for his neck.
"Guess you do want to live." Kiros makes a depressed noise from his throat as the man slaps his hand away.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"My mother? Hmm, just mixed in with all the other strange ******** I've met."
"Wh-what, you freak!" shouts the fellow as he backs away from Kiros a little.
"That reminds me of something she once said." Kiros stands up and slowly but dramatically walks over to the other man, he leans in and whispers "If you don't have anything nice to say, Be careful on your way home tonight." Kiros then lets out a loud cackle.
"Alright you two, go back to your tables or get out!" the bartender shouts at them.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Kiros walks by the woman after carefully inspecting the necklace from a distance.
"It's not my style anyway."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: No thanks.
Other notes:
Haha, I hope that my bio actually fits in, I think I focused too much on the actual story rather than having it fit in with the lore and what not. I also hope that it isn't cliché, seeing as I kind of broke a few of the guidelines on that. Haha. Thanks for reading as well!
Kight_Sharpie -Just wanted to point out that your Bio was fine though it may have been slightly cliché.. but you could edit it so that it isn't. (Say, perhaps, he was always interested in things other weren't, so that's why he was neglected and set out to try to find people with the same interest as him.Without any slaughtering and all.) You don't have to though, that's not the reason I deferred you. The reason I deferred you is because I found the length of your ICRs lacking. If you could add to that, so that they're about a paragraph long (it can be a short one) and not just a few sentences, you'll make it right through. Thanks!
Okay, thank you! I've edited the ICRs, I hope that they're good enough now. But the main point of my bio was that I wanted my character to be a psychopath, the loner part comes in second. Anyway, Thanks though!
Kight_Sharpie -Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! Well done with the edits, and with your biography over all! You can join the server whenever you want, and do join us on our website as well: http://aneria.enjin.com/
Enjoy your experience with our server and community!
apologies
Character Information
Name: David Raphael Starr
Age: 45
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: David is a middle aged, dark haired, olive skinned architect that’s rather muscular from construction projects.
Screen capture of your skin: http://i.imgur.com/aapyLGE.png
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.):
David is descended from the Starr family, a family of would-be famous architects if it wasn’t for their terrible luck. Supposedly one of his ancestors was the project manager on one of the Warden Castles…and subsequently killed upon its completion to keep its secrets from being divulged. Supposedly another one of his ancestors participated in building the sewer system for the Capital…but also was killed to conceal secrets. Following the overthrow of the Linyeran Dynasty, the Starr family was reduced to a small but wealthy clan of architects. They were scattered throughout the isles and many remained active in the arts up to recent times.
This is where David comes into play. Originally David was born to his mother and father, Loretta and Paul in the Capital City but moved to the west to practice his craft in the other cities with his uncles. He apprenticed in carpentry under his uncle Michael and in masonry under his uncle Angelo. When building, he was taught the value of geometrics and opulence in design. His projects were always meant to “wow” and “frighten” the viewer with it’s greatness. He highly coveted works of rare woods and marble yet his budget frequently prevented him from using these materials. This made him cynical as he felt he wasn’t achieving his maximum potential.
Over the years, his skills at design improved and he independently led a firm that constructed houses and barns for private contractors, yet he always wanted more. While he built spacious, beautiful and opulent villas for plantation owners, he wanted to move away from rural construction projects and into more urban ones. He became more anti-social as he delved deeper into his studies and soon began to shun most of his friends and family. His attitude was always a negative one, he always criticized others and Aneria help whoever got in the way of his building. People have expressed concern for him, thinking him to be a mad artist yet when in public he would only be snide and arrogant to his workers rather than outright insane.. He had become utterly absorbed in not only his craft but himself.
When he heard of Jensen’s rampage at the Capital, he packed up his tools and sketch books and hopped on the next ship to the Capital. To Starr, a destroyed capital city was a great potential market for architectural works and he fully believes he’ll be able to accomplish great things there.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): David longs to build a world wonder; he wishes to justify all the work he put into becoming an architect by creating something beautiful.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a master of geometry, masonry and carpentry. His mind is shrewd and mathematical with a keen intellect.
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.): David is completely 100% arrogant and blind to everything around him. He lacks the social skills to be friendly and while he is decently strong physically, he has no fighting skills.
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 at all.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
“Terrible. Disgusting, uncouth!” Starr thought as he looked through the portfolio a student turned into him earlier. He despised the work, if it could even be called that. He had a mind to fail the student when he noticed a young woman surrounded by a group of thugs.
“Why don’t yeh come back with us and ‘ave a little fun?” The thug leader sneered. His face terrified and disgusted Starr. It was missing teeth, it was completely un-proportional and clearly he had been in combat so many times any symmetry that was once there was gone. It sickened him.
Starr groaned and opened his mouth. “You there! Did your mother beat you upside the head a few dozen times with a shovel whenever you misbehaved or do you hit your head on a bunk bed post often when you come home intoxicated after a long day of shoveling cow dung?”
“The ‘ell did you just say to me!” he roared and turned around.
“I said did your mother beat you upside the head a few dozen times with a shovel. Good Aneria, are you deaf too? How much head trauma did you suffer as a child?” Starr replied.
The thug just stared at him with a facial expression that was a mixture of “I can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth” and “I’m going to stab you.” Luckily the girl took this an as opportunity to dart away unnoticed while the thugs surrounded Starr. “Good.” Starr thought. “She has more intelligence then my students. She just might make it in the world”
Starr then turned and began to trot away while looking at his student’s works. Surprisingly the thugs tried to follow but as soon as he turned the corner onto a busy street with guard, they retreated.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
“Absolutely not, get out of my face I’m trying to wash down the disgusting drawings I had to suffer today.” Starr stated.
The wealthy sailor pleaded to him. “But, but, you’re famous, surely you recognize the importance of ancient architecture that could exist on these islands!”
“No. I’m not famous. I’m well regarded. Read a dictionary and learn the difference. Now get out of my face. Adventures and expeditions to long dead civilizations are a silly thing.” He said and with a “plop” sound as his mug returned to the table, he stood up, pushed his chair in and walked away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
“Please.” The old beggar pleaded and he laid on the side on the street. “Food, I need food. I lost everything in the fire.”
His hand touched Starr’s hip as dirt and grime swiped onto his pants from the beggar. “You just got dirt on my pants.” He growled back. With a flip of his thumb, the coin was shot in front of the beggar and spun as it landed. “Go take that coin, buy a bucket of water and wash yourself for Aneria’s sake. Now get out of my face.”
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
“Shut it.” Starr replied to the initial insult.
“Shut it? Shut it! I’ll show you who to shut---Hey, where do you think yer going!?” The drunkard wailed.
No reply came. Starr had just walked away without a single reply to the man.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
The necklace beamed in the sunlight. A white-gold chain lace attached to an amulet in the shape of the Church of Aneria’s symbol emblazoned with blue and yellow gems. Most likely the gems were some kind of sapphire or topaz while the white gold must have been created by an expert alchemist. The geometry of the necklace’s hang wasn’t too low nor was it too high and it was perfectly tightened to maximize both stability and style to it’s owner.
Oh and the woman wearing it was pretty too but Starr wasn’t paying attention to her.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
Other notes:
nV_Vanity - You already play Oliver incredibly well, and this character doesn't look to deviate from that level of quality. You may start playing him whenever you choose.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Just wanted to inform anyone glancing at the server with interest that we have quite the amount of interesting things in store for you! If you want to join up, go ahead and post an application right away! We would be glad to introduce you to the community and server, and have you be a part of the events and stories that are to unfold in the nearby future!
We hope to see some new applicants!
Mira~ ,o/
Err it's starting to be a while...type in "Tazec" In the search bar, and it'll come up after Joanna's.
Character Information
Name:
Steaz Quad
Age:
27
Class:
Ranger
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?:
Member of the Medori
Physical description:
Steaz is a strong man with brown hair, some stubbles, and dark clothes. He always has his bow with him, and his face isn't "the cleanest".
Screen capture of your skin:
http://www.mcskins.o...-1125896691.png
Uh I hope you can tell by that it's appropriate..it's my 3rd char so it better be..
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.):
From he was very small, Steaz was taught the magic of the bow and sword. He was trained up for fighting his whole childhood, because there was a big war commencing between their island and another. Soon, he became the most skilled archer and swordsman on their island, and he started teaching the little ones himself. After 26 years, the war finally started. That day, he woke up, took a glance at the sun, breathed heavily in and knew. He knew this had to be the day it started. The day he had trained for his whole life. He was wrong. It didn't happen until the day after.
It happened at night, he heard footsteps in the hallway. His dad was never up at night, and his mother moved away a long time ago. His father said that if you didn't sleep all night, you'd perform bad next day, and next day might be the war day. He curiously got up, silently, and took his bow which was laying next to his bed. He silently opened the door, and saw a man's back. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was their armour, so he assumed there was someone going to talk to him about something. He went out and said, with his strong, commanding voice; "Is something wrong?" The man turned, and looked at him. Then he silently handed him a paper and ran away. Steaz shrugged at this, and opened the letter. His dad had been killed. The battle had started without him knowing, on the other island. They didn't bring him, their master ranger, because he had to sleep all night. He was so mad. So mad at his father for not bringing him, and so mad at the person that did. He grabbed his bow in his right hand, put his sword in his sheath and ran out to get on the next airship there. He reached the next one, and they flew over to the other island. He shot the enemies from a distance, before they even got there, without hitting any of his allies. The fight lasted for days, he couldn't count how many, and eventually, he fainted of exhaustion. At that moment, when he fainted, he thought he was going to die.
He could barely see a couple of strong feet running towards him, before his eyes closed. He woke up on his own island, in a house he had never been in before. He got up and ran out again to help the others with the fight yet again. A man was standing outside, training on a dummy with his sword. Steaz shouted at him they had to go help, and he stopped training. "No, it's over. We lost." It hit him right in his heart. "What?" "We lost Steaz, they would let me have this house until you recovered, and then we have to move away, away from this place. I know where I'm going. I'm going to live with my family, but you better find a place for yourself mate." He patted him on the back, and gestured for Steaz to follow him towards an airship. For the whole ride, he just thought about the same words. "We lost."
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it. After more days at the airship, the pilot clapped in front of him. "Get off mate, this is the last stop." he said. Steaz looked at the island they had stopped by, and smiled. Nobody knew he had lost a fight there, and neither would they. He took a coin out of his pocket and tipped the pilot, something he seemed to find a bit strange, and then planted his feet at the new island. The pilot said something about "Constance" before the airship dissapeared in the distance. "Constance." he thought. "Home."
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
Well, to get friends, get a life, fight again, and never, never loose ever again.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
He is very strong, and extremely good with the bow, aswell as pretty good at a sword.
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 has a weak point behind his left foot, nobody knows about it, but he was shot there with an arrow many years ago. This doesn't affect him until someone kicks/beats, or does anything at that place, then he will be helpless.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Steaz takes out his bow and aims on one of the feet of the biggest guy. "No way." he mumbles to himself and lets the arrow go. The big man turns and looks down at his foot, seing the arrow sticking out of it and the blood pouring out. He gets furious and shouts at his friend to go get Steaz. This time, he shoots the arm of the guy, so he looses his sword. The girl ran away when they were both distracted, and Steaz whistles, walking away while putting his bow back on his back.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Steaz looks at the man. "This is my home." he says. "And I have enough money, I do not intend to leave this place." The man looks kind of dissapointed. "Please?" Steaz looks kind of curiously at the man. "Why do you want me to join so bad?" he says. The man glares at him and walks away, not responding.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Steaz looks at the man, knowing he promised himself to help everyone as he best could within his power. He looked through his backpack, dissapointed when not finding any food. Then, he runs towards the nearest shop and buys a loaf of bread. He comes back and hands it to the man. "There you go." he says and walks away, whistling.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Hey you, your mother is so fat you can't even compare!" a fellow shouts at him as he is about to leave. Steaz turns, and slowly walks towards the fellow that said so. He draws his knife and looks at it. While stripping his finger at the knife, he says "I don't care what you say about my mother, but nobody is allowed to offend me." he says coldly and puts the knife up to his face. "Got it?" The man nods slowly, seemingly very scared. Steaz nods and leaves the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"That's a beautiful neckless." Steaz thinks to himself. "Wish I had someone to buy something like that for.." he thinks and watches the woman pass by. "My mother would have suited that, I am sure." he thinks. "But she left a long time ago."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
Other notes:
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She lived for two weeks, and her death was nesseceary for other reasons.
It was not simple suicide.
Hope Steaz last's longer. lol
IGN: SJunior
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): Yes: junitheiii
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have, And do agree to 'em.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Not giving the other person a chance to react, Such as: -I slice at your chest, Leaving a heavy blow and injuring you severely.- Instead of letting the one being sliced at decided if he's going to get hit or dodge or just scraped, Etc.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using knowledge you have obtained OOCly ICly/Making your character know things he/she shouldn't or could.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplaying is taking on the role of another person or thing. To me, Becoming that character and reacting and acting as said person.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Me!.. Nah, No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If the owner of said character allows.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In OOC chat and Msgs.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have indeedy! And I do. Quite interesting at that.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages/Those who learn at the Academy, Priests, And Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: A peaceful and secluded race of people. Live in tents (Mostly), Worship one known as 'The Father'. And they are quite wary of these New fangled Human folk. Also have a rather high natural understanding of Magic.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellory has been in charge since 169 A.R. Following the defeat of an Old Monarchy.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people that protected the lands. Back when they still needed protecting, That is. Now adays they aren't too needed. And thus aren't as respected or revered as they once were.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that saves people that fall. It unfortunately can't save their things, Unless said person that fell had enough essence on them. Essence is a form of Mana that people acquire by doing things like mining. Normal people don't have much use for it save for saving their things, While Mages can do some pretty nifty things with it.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the Reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's Husband. He had the ability to jump from one person's body to another so long as the host was dead. He tried to destroy the Net and bring the islands down, But was thwarted by the races by unbinding Aneria for guidance and sealing Jensen inside of a diamond shovel, But not before Jensen had the opprotunity to turn into a Dragon and wreck the capital for some time.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Lesse' here.. I'v had quite a bit of RP experience, Mostly coming from MC RP Servers such as this. 'Sides that I Forum RP'd a bit back when I was younger, And am writing a story with my sister that we like to Live RP.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: CraftHammer, LandsOfNavia, KingdomOfAeonis. World of Canaleth. As for reasons leaving, CraftHammer I left while being apart of for around half a year, Due to staff issues. LandsOfNavia due to it's closing from money troubles, KingdomOfAeonis died to lack of player activity. Canaleth I am still apart of, Though that server, Is only open on 2 days of the week.
Character Information
Name: Skyieh Realm (Sky-yeh)
Age: 20
Class: Ranger.
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Skyieh is around 5.8 Height wise. Her eyes are a soft light purple color. She is rather thin.
Screen capture of your skin: http://prntscr.com/1ozgbb
And without mask: http://prntscr.com/1ozgin (A side note, I will be making more skin variations with different masks and maybe an outfit or two.)
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.): Skyieh was born into a nomadic sort of Medori family. Her family would go from island to island, Spending but a month or a little more at most at each. For what purpose? Simply to see and learn about their surroundings, Find new things to document and write about. They were a curious family, And such was Skyieh. Just as curious as her parents.
During their travels Skyieh would learn how to do a numerous sort of things. She'd learn how to use a Bow and Arrow quite well, Something she'd use often while traveling with her family for food. She'd also learn to write, Something she finds her self doing a good bit. Recording things she'd find of interest in her books. Another thing she'd pick up was to be handy with a knife, Though not as much for combat, No, No.
Skyieh's family has a particular tradition of making, And wearing masks. A mask for each island and a story for each mask they'd say. As normal Medori families tell stories to each other, The Realm family would give and make a mask to go along with the story. Something to remind and show the importance of the story.
As such, Skyieh is not often seen without a mask of some sort around her face. She doesn't much care for what and if others think about it, Especially having lived with and around mostly only her family and Other Medori.
Skyieh also normally carries around a medium sized satchel bag with her wherever she goes, Incase she finds anything interesting to examine later, Or just for carrying food and things.
When the Jensen crisis took effect, Skyieh was set to visit the Chancellery for her first time. But much to the dismay of her Family. And as such, Used all the hearings of what had been going on to persuade her to stay just a little while longer until things would calm down. When the Fatherland began to fall they were off on one of their travels and thankfully spared from that disaster. For the moment though, They've decided to stay and help with the Medori in rebuilding.
Though Skyieh doesn't plan on staying long, And instead finds herself wanting to visit the Chancellery's Capital soon. And though her family would much rather her not, Once she sets her mind on doing something there is little for them to say otherwise about it.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): She is driven by her sense of adventure, And to find new things. Her wanting to explore new islands far and wide, And ultimately, See what is beyond the Net, And down below.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Skyieh likes to think herself smart, And likes to often think outside of the box. She's gifted with a bow and arrow, And is fond of making woodwork like masks and trinkets. She likes to keep a rather optimistic view of things, And not dwell on a particular problem for too long. She's rather curious, And will sometimes let that get away with her at times. This can be both a strength and a weakness. She likes to dabble in cooking, Though she'd be the first to tell you it isn't anything too fancy and definitely not the best.
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.): Skyieh is rather slow to trust, And likes to watch a person's personality and reactions first for a time before trying to talk with them. She isn't very strong strength wise, And doesn't know her way about magics of any sort. Though it's long been something that's intrigued her.
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, As much as I'd have liked to, I didn't see any recent threads on the forums~
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.
Spotting the scene as she'd turn a corner, She would glance about the three, Analyzing the situation before then rushing back around the corner, Heading back to a nearby guard she'd pass, And undoubtedly was questioned by for as to why she was wearing a mask. "Oi, Guard! Over here." She'd yell while giving a broad wave with a knife in her hand, "That's sure to get his attention.." She'd think to herself. The guard would then of course rush over to her and around the corner as she did, To find her pointing over to the three, Which now looked to be moving into a building from the time she took to get the guard, Though the girl still struggling. The guard would pause for a moment, Looking slightly confused before Skyieh would just sigh and point again to the armored pair. "Are you going to do something or not?" Her tone slightly irate. The guard would then shake off the confusion, And quickly leap into action. The pair hassling the woman seeing the guard would swear to themselves and rush off. Likewise, As to when the guard would go to question Skyieh, She was long gone.
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A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Hearing the proposition she would pause for a moment, Giving it some thought before eventually shaking her head. "No thank you," She'd say, Then turning around to head off. Though knowing herself to be full well and capable of handling an airship, Being on the one her family has many a time, She had no reason to stop traveling with her family and join a crew such as this, Especially not even knowing the man. The man on the other hand would look clearly displeased, And then approach another prospective candidate.
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You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
She'd glance at the beggar as she'd walk by him, Pausing a small moment. Then going to start walking again before stopping, Letting out a small sigh and turning back around to walk toward the beggar. The beggar would look up at her with a look of distress, Need, And hope. She'd then take out a few coins from her satchel bag and offering it to the old man. The Old man would go to take it hastily, "Thank you young girl.. You've made an old man mighty happy," She'd give a nod, And turn to leave. Though underneath her mask would show a small smile.
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In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
She would just look to the side and try to walk way from the drunken man, Wanting to avoid trouble. The man though had different ideas. Going to take her arm. "Where are you going, Eh?" He'd say with a slight growl. Skyieh would then attempt to whip her arm around back to her forcefully, And out of the fellow's grasp, Successful at that she'd take out a knife from her pocket and point it at the ground, Her eyes focused on the fellow though. Some of the other onlookers in the Tavern would start to watch the two, Letting out some "Ooos" and "Ahhhs." The drunken fellow would then take a few steps back from Skyieh. Mumbling something about the 'Masked freak.' She on the other hand would just let out a sigh from underneath her mask and put the knife back in her pocket before departing, Her mood for the night rather gone from the encounter.
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You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
She would pause and look to the Necklace for however long she can as the Woman passes by. Then turning back to watch her walk away. Some thoughts of thievery would cross her mind, But she'd just shake her head and make her way to wherever she was going at the time.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? How long is one IC day in RL~? Like do you have an official calender? Or do you leave it up to the players to make their own timelines?
Other notes: Welp, Really lookin' forward to joinin'~ You guys seem like a really fun, And legit RP group. And thanks for reading my app. Have a nice day/night whoever is doing so~
-SJ
Btw. I made my avatar Graphic, Do not steal. Or use without Meh permission.
IGN:tankgod
Real-Life Age:20
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 do, tankg0d
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?Absolutely!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?When you "force" RP onto another player. IE: Chopping off someone's head.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?
Knowing something in game that your character has no legitimate way of knowing.IE: Being a mage, and teaching a swordsmith how to work his metals.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?
Becoming another character besides yourself and living through their eyes, usually through some type of game.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?
NOBODY D:<
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?
When said other player consents to the death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?
When using parenthesis or in the OOC chats
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?
To the best of my abilities!
Who is allowed to use magic?
Those who have trained in the arts at the academy
Who are the Fallen?
A nomadic race with an old history and simple customs. AKA. The Medori
When and how did our current government come to be?
The chancellery came to be after the defeat of the Linyera monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?
A decrepit group of soldiers that once protected the islands from supernatural evils. Was disbanded, current chancellor considering bringing their title back.
What are the Net and Essence?
The net is a barrier below the islands that stops any foolish individuals from falling to their deaths. Falling off the side does consume either essence, or the individuals items.
Essence is the existence of mana on the first plane. Essence cannot be used by mages, and is merely collected and stored, potentially for sales and trading.
Who is/was Jensen?
Jensen is a man who showed up on the Islands, speaking of 5 Anerian artifacts that could summon Aneria, and allow her to grant one wish. He intended to use the wish to kill his immortal self, but was denied, and turned into a shovel.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?
I've roleplayed on numerous other servers, and other games.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left
--Crafthammer, disagreement with the administration team.
--Avitus, still playing/working on completing.
Character Information
Name: Tyrius "The Grey" (refuses to give his last name to anyone)
Age:33
Class:Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?
Member of the Medori
Physical description:
As far as Medori go, Tyrius is not far from unusual. At a height of 6', He could blend into a crowd almost semlessly, if not for his bright red cloak he uses to keep warm in the worst of temperatures. His black hair hangs low on his head, with his eyes looking out in his undying lust for knowledge. Well built, but not terribly muscular.
Screen capture of your skin:
http://imgur.com/GTwATA6
(Currently doing minor work to face, like changing eyebrows and smile)
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.)
Even as a small child, Tyrius was an incredibly brave fool. Even though he only truly trusted those very close to him, like his friend Ólchobhar Shanahan, he would listen for any type of story that held any potential for adventure and wisdom. With his ever-growing thirst for knowledge, he often lead himself into difficult situations. These habits would often leave him wounded, with his friend laughing at his pains, but never without that satisfying feeling of knowing just a little more than he had the day before. At the loss of control to his left arm, he began to rely heavily on Ólchobhar's help in many situations. The level of reliance on a single person began to drive him mad though, and in a blur of self-righteous rage, Tyrius vanishes into the forests to make himself a stronger minded person, and promised himself he would not return until he could manage to live by his own rules, even with his lame, worthless arm.
In a state of self awareness, Tyrius knew he wouldn't last long in these forests if he didn't find something to eat. In the old saying, it was kill, or be killed. Tyrius did not have any plans on dying any time soon. Upon starting a small fire in the forest, he began to notice his surroundings seemed to welcome his presence, perhaps even embrace him. He had never felt such a powerful yearning towards any mortal creation, and this forest was beckoning for him to journey further; Become a living part of the forest, it seemed to say. Upon learning the name of Essence, he began to gather it in copious quantities, hoping perhaps that if he managed to collect enough, he could use them to restore some of the muscle in his arm. Unfortunately, it didn't work out in such a way, but the manual labor he endured while living within the heart of the forest had done what the Essence could not. By the time he finally left the forest, his body had become a well nurtured creation, with his arm now able to lift an entire book!
Upon leaving the city, Tyrius found a small encampment of some rather unusual folk, with very odd customs. At the sight of the masks they wore over their faces, Tyrius's need for knowledge stirred up at an incredible speed, and jogged to one of the citizens, peering intently at their mask. Thus enters the story of his second friend, Skyieh Realm. She was a young soul, much younger than Tyrius, but she seemed to not care about his age, and was just as equally amused with his appearance as he was hers. Upon spending a few days at the small tribe, there was a slight commotion amidst the forests, and Tyrius went to see what was happening. Small dagger in hand, he walked quietly into the forest, before letting the blade slip from his hand at the sight of his oldest friend, Ólchobhar. To see him once again, when he was sure that he would have died from alcohol poisoning by now, was a gift in itself! After an incredibly informal greeting, and a well meant hug, he followed Ólchobhar back to the ship he had joined with some oddball adventurer, and headed off towards the Capitol of the Chancellery. After a somewhat unreasonable situation from Ólchobhar, the friends drove their newly acquired ship towards the home island of Medori.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation)
To finish both his Primary and Magery level classes, and use his capabilities to protect his dear friends.
Strengths (Both physical and personality)
Mental: Well attuned to his surroundings, and in most situtations is incredibly calm minded.
Physical: well-rounded, and has an incredibly high stamina.
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.):
Physical: Due to severe wounds from unmentioned causes, his left arm is practically worthless beyond lifting an average sized book. Due to this, his mental weaknesses revolve around his self-esteem, and can cause his emotions to flare out of control at the mention of his arm. Only exception is his close friend. Small-minded when it comes to choice in weaponry. IE: Anything non-magical is worthless. Is also easily swayed by women, and often spends for too much time daydreaming.
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.):
The player created by KokoronoSora, known as Ólchobhar Shanahan, will be a close friend of my character. No link, as the character link was made before i even knew of the forum page.
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 Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Seeing the situation unfold, Tyrius does well to remember the faces of the guards. Lingering slightly past his time of welcome, one of the guards calls him out. Tyrius panics, and flees the scene, using his wondrous stamina to outrun the weighed down man. Knowing the faces of the men, he knows it won't take him more than a few days to find out their names, and where they live. Once he has that, he'll make damn sure the skies are bright with fire.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Tyrius: "May i bring my friend with? I do not wish to leave him here to fend for himself."
Creepy Man: "No, i'm afraid i only require one more person."
Tyrius: "Then i'm going to have to pass on your generous offer, and bid you good day."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
After thinking about the numerous times he's been stuck in the exact same situation,he quickly empties his pockets of all his food for the man. He wishes for no man to experience that pain, and wishes for a good future for the man, before continuing on his path to catch up to his friend.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Tyrius ignores the drunken oafs ramblings. He has no need to start a pointless fight of some waste of a humans stumbling words. Besides, he was never a fan of his mother anyways.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Tyrius makes a small note on his mind to compliment the woman next time he sees her. Maybe he could even get a chance to know her better? The thought makes him smile, and sends him into an hours long daydream as he continues his flight to a neighboring island.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Do you have any intention to add other races for players to use, such as one for the more experienced players?
Other notes:
This server sounds like it has an incredible potential, and i hope to be able to watch it grow!
IGN: KokoroNoSora
Real-Life Age: 17
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name?: I do, but I'd rather not everyone see it.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Ja
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: To apply omnipotent features to yourself, I.E: Impossible to react to/Without giving a chance to react, godlike and overpowered, and the such.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using knowledge that you character can't/doesn't know to their advantage; being omniscient.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing a role, acting, story telling. Unghh...
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Anybody who knows how to install them. I mean, they'll be banned, but if you wanna be technical about it...
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the other player consents to said death, or has no other option.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using double parentheses (()), speaking in the Out Of Character Channel, or in Private Messages.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Quite.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have received a Magery Degree.
Who are the Fallen?: The lot who got separated from the rest of humanity when the islands rose into the sky.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R. after the fall of the Linyera Monarchy.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of monster slayers that defend the weak and the innocent. Or they were. Bunch'o wash ups now.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net catches you and returns you to the islands should you fall off, and essence is this sort of physical manifestation of... Of... It's Experience.
Who is/was Jensen?: He was the husband of the godess Aneria, who caused the Jensen Crisis.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I've been role playing online for a long. long. long. time. I started out in Second Life a little over five years ago (a horrible crime, I know >_>), and still continue to role play in Second Life, along with a combination of forum role plays across multiple forums, and multiple MC role playing servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: There were a few, and I've left all of them on my own accord, but most notably I think LoTC and CraftHammer.
Character Information
Name: Ólchobhar Shanahan
Age: 37
Class: Bladesman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori
Physical description: Ólchobhar stands a short 5'8", maintains a fit build, has moderately long dark brown hair, dark green eyes, a full beard, moderately refined facial features, and has a chance to be considered a small bear or large dog if seen naked.
I only spent about half an hour on this because I didn't want it to take up all my time in writing this app, but it's a basic look at him.
Screen capture of your skin:
(Sorry for all the spoilers >_>)
Biography: Ólchobhar was born a twin, but lived his childhood an only child. The strong survive, the weak die; harsh conditions bay his sister the latter, and she live no more than a year before she would die of natural causes. It never had much of an effect on him, he was too young to remember it very well, though his parents took it to heart and fell into depression. They tried for more children, but each attempt afterwards would fail. Their depression grew deeper, they let their household fall into ruin, their relationship devolve into fighting and violence. After a strong night of drinking on the side of his father, death crept its winding tendrils into the cottage and wrung them about the throat of his mother. His father, a murderer, faced death in reprimand, and Ólchobhar made pauper child.
Before tragedy struck, Ólchobhar acquainted himself with Tyrius, who was four years younger. Even afterwards, the two managed to stay acquainted with one another. Tyrius was often considered a nuisance by the older Ólchobhar; The favor was always repaid in due however as Ólchobhar taunted him, sometimes tirelessly. After an eventual falling out, the two split and went their separate ways.
Such misfortune was a face that Ólchobhar would come to recognize. He gained reputation as the "Perpetual Drunkard," though it wasn't true. His face was only ever seen on the way to a drink, while drinking, or from a drink while in town, but he had employed himself as a mercenary and bodyguard, and his conduct while working was less lenient. His skill with a blade wasn't extraordinary, yet his prowess acrobatically and his agile nature was a remarkable skill to be displayed in battle.
The Jensen Crisis left Ólchobhar relatively un-influenced and distant, his time during the advent spent on an airship, playing the "intimidating bodyguard" while a would be "adventurer" looked for new islands and treasures, rather unsuccessfully. Eventually the want to be Columbus did manage to stumble upon one of the wilder islands, plagued with a dense forest. The foolhearty punk adventurer raced off onto the island, near kissing the ground as if he had just discovered the find of a century, before being yanked back to his feet by Ólchobhar pulling upon his shirt collar.
The duo trekked into the forests, searching for signs of anything other than beasts and foliage. For the longest time it seemed a hopeless front, just another truly wilder island without any inhabitants, until a small encampment came into sight, and within the encampment were a familiar face. Tyrius, from more than a decade ago, was here on the same island that Ólchobhar was.
After exchanging their greetings, per say, Ólchobhar dragged Tyrius' sodding self back to the ship, and over a period of the next number of weeks the now trio made their way back to The Capital of the Chancellery, only to find it mainly abandoned aside from a small number of scattered souls. Tyrius and Ólchobhar, both being Medori and not desiring to be drug into the conflicts of the Chancellery and it's... Apparent chaotic state, threw the captain overboard and steered the ship home bound, before recognizing neither of them had any good amount of knowledge as to flying air ships. They managed to arrive nonetheless, but the ship was brutally smashed in the process.
What is your character’s main goal?: To get drunk again tomorrow.
Strengths: Physically fit and highly agile, stubborn, charismatic (all things considered), has a good working spirit.
Weaknesses: Stubborn, mentally clouded, drunkard, arsehole (all things considered), doesn't know when to stop (in most things), bad at giving directions.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?: Ja, my friend's Tankg0d's character Tyrius, though we kind of established this connection before learning about the character linking board or whatnot, so no link to dat' thread tho.
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*The drunkard swaggers down one of the streets in a stupor, turning to head to the docks lazily before coming upon an ongoing bit of flirting between some nice young gentlemen and a pretty young woman.
*"An wa d'wa hae ere' aye?" he spills out, "She dun'nt look ah da app... app... appreciative of yer actions, heh?"
**"Bugger off you sod, ain't nun your business," the two delinquents retort.
*Ólchobhar looks at the half empty bottle in his hand, and then hazily towards the two assailants before smashing it violently against the wall of a building to his right, holding the bottle up towards the two and cocking his head back.
*"I wan ye twa to g'way righ now 'for I get ta makin ye a tad bit uglier."
**The two men look to eachother, and then give the drunkard a seething look. They back off of the woman and slink their way off into an alley.
***The young lady looks up to the drunkard thankfully.
*Ólchobhar looks back at her and then chucks the bottle off to the side of the street and keeps walking, grumbling angrily at the wasted alcohol.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
*Ólchobhar cocks a brow at the offer, always intrigued by the prospect of making a bit of cash. He throws his arm over the man's shoulder and pats him on the back. "I'm yer man, yeah?!"
**The adventurer looks a bit shocked at the reaction but nods, his eyes wide (and likely burning from the smell of last night's lingering alcohol). He goes to lead Ólchobhar to the ship where they can exchange introductions more thoroughly.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Ólchobhar passes the old man by without caring much. The strong live and the weak die. This is reality, not a fairy tale.
**The old man looks offended and distraught; he reaches out an arm to tug on the figure's pant leg but misses.
*Ólchobhar looks back at the old man, now lying on his stomach, and growls lowly to himself before turning about and reaching into his coin pouch. He throws a few coins at the man's head. Nothing is free either, after all.
*He turns around again and keeps walking, leaving the man there to his begging.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
*Ólchobhar insults his mother in return and then offers to buy him another round.
**The sod is gleeful at finding a new drinking companion of similar temperament, someone to be (expletive) with.
*Ólchobhar drains a flagon and drinks his night away with the fellow.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Ólchobhar thinks to himself, "Necklaces is for sissies." He continues walking without a care otherwise.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Not really, no.
Other notes: Nunadat here