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.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/19/2011
Posts:
52
Minecraft:
MiraMuru
Member Details
Accepted:
Sjunior- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! I am glad to see more people taking the role of Medori, it's always nice to see what kind of an Idea they have about them. Well written application, I had a good time reading it. Just one note: Since you did say you had traveled quite the bit, I'd just like to say you won't actually be able to fly an Airship IC unless you learn to do so somewhere somehow. But that's all I had to say.
To answer your question, one IC day is one day on MC itself... From when the sun comes up, and then goes down, that's one IC day of course. (So they're /quite/ short at times it will seem). We do have a calendar of somewhat, but no, nothing too exact. I think one day RL is one week, and one week is one Month. I'd ask more about it once you get on the server though, as my knowledge on everything may be lacking.
Tankgod- Great Application! Enjoyed it quite a bit, well written and planned out! Also glad to have you join the Medori crew and be able to welcome you to the Fatherland! Nothing wrong with your app it seems, (Even though your ICRS were short to my taste, I thought you'd made up for it in the rest of the app) so I would just like to welcome you to the Anerian Chronicles!
To answer your question, No, not quite. We've had a lack of balance between the two races we already have, and adding more might not be the best solution to this situation.
KokoroNoSora- Once again, another good application! It's always interesting to see people link each other's characters in one way or another. Glad to see another drunken Medori! We already had one, which didn't end too well for anyone.. but hopefully it'll be different for you! Well written app, glad to have you aboard. Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles!
Here's the link to the forums for you guys: (Join up on the community!) http://aneria.enjin.com/ And hop on the server whenever you want to start your experience with the Anerian Chronicles server and community. (:
Mira~
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Don_Rosa
It was a good application, but some fixes are needed. First thing I noticed, a lot. You usually don't see this while writing it, but the biography needs a bit more, emotion, detail kind of things. Like more enthusiasm to your character if you get what I mean. I'd also like some more detail, enthusiasm and emotion in your ICRs. Also with your ICRs, It'd make it easier to read, and look much more nice if it was 'new speaker - new line'. So, leave one speaker per line :). Onto the strengths and weaknesses, they are good, but they need more detail. The strengths don't need too much, but it needs more detail descriptions of your strengths. I'd also like the same in weaknesses. I don't mean more, I mean details. Quality over Quantity. Anyway I hope I enjoy checking your next app
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Member Details
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 wasn't scared. He was kind of relieved. Relived he'd die in battle, not like many other wimpy guys do these days, go and kill themselves instead of joining the war. Suicide. He thought that if you did that, you were a weak little pathetic creature. So he was both sad and happy at the same time. Sad he couldn't help his men anymore, happy his death would be this way.
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 anger was building up inside him. He'd rather DIE than loosing a fight. He had never lost. Never. He was not sad, he was angry. He was so, so angry at everyone. Especially the man that saved him. He should've left him there. Now he had to live with a loss on his side.
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it, as angry as he was. 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): His arms are extremely strong, after being raised training for a big war with both a bow and a sword, he just got stronger and stronger. The legs are pretty strong aswell, after all the running they did when training, but not near as strong as his arms, in a fight he would prefer using his arms/fists. He is also extremely good with a bow, and pretty good with a sword as the bio says.
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 when he was a kid, he was out training one day, and suddenly an arrow gets shot in his ancle. He fell down and clutched the area arround the foot, with some medical experience, he knew he should leave it until he came home and had bandages. It got bandaged, but it was hurt forever. If somebody kicks, beats or does anything there, it will hurt alot and it will be painful to fight any more.
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 looks a the men with a hateful expression, thinking how weak they were to take a little girl that couldn't even fight back. He spit on them, and then left.
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, and strongly 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. He takes his hand up to his dark hair and runs it through, looking up at the sun. "Another life helped." he says to himself.
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 angrily 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. He can feel a small anger inside him, for his mother just abandoning them waiting for the big war.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope.
Other notes: So yeah, I did my best at fixing it, don't know how good it turned out to be..I hope you atleast got a shape of how he is.
Accepted:
Don_Rosa
Much better. I could sort of tell the emotion and enthusiasm in your character during the biography. Anyway, you already know the website and all, and I hope you have fun playing your THIRD character ALREADY. :3
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When I play Minecraft, it feels like a game... You dont say?
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery.
Physical description: About 6'4", very scrawny, pale green eyes. Male. Has curly, graying brown hair. Wears a dark overcoat with dark grey pants. Voice is slightly scratchy from years of smoking.
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.): Danielle was born to a rather well-to-do, if eccentric family. When he was born, they saw his full head of hair and immediately assumed he was a girl, hastily naming him Danielle. When they found out he was, in fact, a boy, they simply decided to call him Dan. Growing up, Dan wasn't athletic in the slightest, and was often left out of the other children's games, though his parents forced him outside anyway to "socialize." When he was shoved out, he'd simply sneak a book and read under a tree while the other children played. He was not bullied, being rather tall for a boy his age, but he would have preferred negative attention to the nonexistent attention that he was given at the time. The boy would imagine himself immersed in the tales he read, a great adventurer or pirate, saving dames and winning games, becoming so immersed in the stories that he adopted many traits of those in the novels (often not the good traits). His favorite, though, were the detective novels. Solving murders, getting the girl, detectives had it all. Though he wanted to join the guard, Dan found himself much too scrawny to do any true guard work. Instead, he decided to open his own detective agency at age 15. Starting out small, working jobs like "The Case of the Missing Cake," (spoiler: the woman's son ate it) "The Case of the Runaway Girl," (he found her hiding in a tree; not very many places to run to on a sky island) and "Mr. Smithers and the Broken Window," (he found his peers who did it and was promptly beaten up for tattling). At age 25, Dan met a wonderful young woman by the name of Gertrude Smithers (the daughter of the man whose window was broken). In a rare act of shyness and boyishness, Dan quietly asked her on a date, which she agreed to and may or may not have done so for a free meal. After the third date or so, though, Trudy, as she liked to be called, fell for Dan. After two years of dating, they were married in a quaint little ceremony by the library, their favorite spot. In another three years' time, they had a beautiful little boy, named Evan after Dan's father. One day, though, Trudy fell ill, and it was found that she had an incurable disease passed down to her by her own mother. After she passed, little baby Evan soon followed. Dan, who had gotten a successful position at the Coin's Office by then to support his little family, was crushed. He reverted to his arrogant, reserved self and restarted the old agency, quitting his clerk's position in a drunken rage. With the small amounts of money he made, Dan was able to scrape by each month, paying the bills and keeping himself fed. Though with recent events, he may very well find himself of a use to the citizens of the Chancellery.
What is your character痴 main goal? (Motivation): To keep himself entertained at any cost (usually by taking the most interesting cases).
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Extremely intelligent and observant, very determined when he has a cause to believe in, high endurance (as in, able to run for a long time), well-spoken.
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.): Physically frail, greedy, very lazy, disconcerned with things that are not related to what he is doing, even if the other thing is more important.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See 鼎haracter Linking Aid・ Please post a link to the topic.): None
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Dan looked at the two men. He was taller than both, but far, far thinner. The girl was younger than him, but not young enough for it to seem strange should she show an interest in the hero who saved her from two thugs. They were saying things such as "Yer gonna dun give us yer money, ain'tcha?" so Dan could obviously outwit them if he tried. However, if they were to somehow see through his predictably clever ruse, they'd pummel him into paste in an instant. Perhaps getting a guard would be the better option, though they'd likely ask him what he was doing in a dark alley in the dead of night. Nothing illegal, just a late-night snack run, but it'd be a pain to explain. As Dan continued considering his options, he heard a weak whimper. The girl lay injured, most of her valuables stripped from her. Dan pressed his lips together, then ran to find a doctor.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Dan squinted at the man. "Do you take me for a suicidal fool?" "I, er...n-no, of course not," the man stammered. "You look to be a-" "Because for the right place, I can be as suicidal a fool as you need. How much are you planning to pay?" The man whispered in Dan's ear the price, and you could practically hear the "cha-ching!" "Good sir, why don't we go somewhere more...private to talk about this?" Dan said, draping his arm around the man and leading him away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Tell me, old bean; why should I further the life of a beggar when I can use this bread for my own survival?" The old man gaped at Dan. "I am a more productive member of society, and therefore sustaining myself should come before sustaining a beggar. So I'm going to ask again: why should I give you this food?" The old man stammered, "B-because it's the...human thing to do." Dan paused. "Quite right. Good answer. I was going to give the bread to you anyway, but very good answer." He tossed the old man the loaf he had been carrying and went on his way, humming quietly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Dan tried to ignore it at first, but the insults kept flying. "An'...an' she laid with allllll the members of the Knights of Aradin, aaaaannnnd..." "THAT IS IT, YOU FOUL-TOUNGED SCOUNDREL!" Dan said, slamming his hands on the bar and pushing himself to his feet. "IF YOU FURTHER INSULT MY MOTHER, I WILL BE LEFT NO CHOICE BUT TO ENGAGE IN FISTICUFFS!" he shouted, turning to face the drunkard. "Izzat right, mister fancy-talk? Ya learn that lang-ee-wage from one o' yer momma's lovers~?" he taunted, swaying back and forth. "If it must come to this, then so be it!" Dan said, charging at the man.
***
"Danielle, you know you can't fight," Mrs. Farthing said, dabbing above his eye with a wet cloth. "Motheeeeeer...I told you not to call me thaaaat..." Dan whined, crossing his arms. "Why couldn't you be more like your brothers? They're strong, married men with stable jobs. I'm eighty-three, Danielle, when will you give me grandchildren? You and that Maxwell fellow certainly are close. Dan, are you gay? Do you like making your dear old mother worry like this? Why do you blah blah blah..." Daniel groaned as his mother droned, deeply regretting defending her in the first place, and neglecting to tell her that he had been both married and had a child before. It would do no good to bring up old wounds.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dan stares at the necklace a moment. "Ah...excuse me, ma'am...where did you get that?" "Oh, the jewler's just down the street." "Thank you. It looks positively marvelous on you." "Oh, you flatter me, sir..." she blushed. Dan nodded politely to her as he remembered the favor that jewler's owed him for finding one of their stolen merchandise crates and grinning.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Accepted:
Wheatleylabs777:
Wheatley, I love this character. A detective character :P. But I really love how you have defined and sculpted him, in a way so that he is very interesting. I can't wait to rp with him! I have a feeling Collier is going to make fun of the name Danielle lol.
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When I play Minecraft, it feels like a game... You dont say?
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin: Don't have one, I can always show you in game.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing people.
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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Nope.
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.I continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
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): YINNYSuperTramp
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Aye!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. An example would be "Chops off head" instead of "Swings axe at head".
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: This means you should not use out-of-character (OOC) knowledge when playing as your character. An example would be having your guard character giving brewing advice to the local Herbalist. Even if OOC you know what ingredients make what potion, that doesn't mean your character does.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character and playing out his or her actions accordingly
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If they allow such to happen.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never. But if it is necessary use parentheses to do so. ( )
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Aye!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have studied it
Who are the Fallen?: A race also known as the Medori, a group of people who are usually superstitious
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery took over after defeating the old Linyera Monarchy in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights created to protect the people of the Islands from supernatural evils and was disbanded by the previous Chancellor, Adam Ceva.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net is under the island, so when you fall off of the island you will be safely transported back up to the island. The net will only carry your supplies if you have essence within you. As a sacrifice to keep your items the net will take away three experience levels.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of Aneria
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Tons I've played, wrote, built and created many RP servers with many different people and on many different servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:over 16 different RP's so won't list them all, but Assassins creep 3.0, RoTA, lord of the rings, Starwars and many more original RP's and I've left them, because they all closed down. which is a real shame as some of them were very good.
Character Information
Name: Alexis Bonewood
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tall, skinny, blonde gentleman in a waist coat. Who wears goggles given to him by his father
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
"I don't know about you, but I've been here my entire life. Born and raised in this area. I used to play in and run down alleys and generally be a little kid. My parents, well they were here too. They ran the local tavern their whole lives. Hell, they made it what it is today. You know they came here with nothing, nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few gold coins in my father's purse and from that they built up this tavern. From ***** house, to famed establishment."
*He takes a moment to relive his childhood memories.*
"It was thanks to my parents that I learnt how to run a business. It was thanks to them, that I have this tavern under my own name. It's thanks to them that I have a soft bed to sleep in. I'm proud of my parents and I'm sure as hell not going to disappoint them when it comes to this tavern!"
*He slams down his drink on the table, small drops of cider spill over*
"I fought for this place. Fought to get the tables you drink upon, fought to get the bread you eat. I've done all sorts that I shouldn't have. But I still have this tavern because of it."
*He takes a drink*
"But this has all happened in the past, this is now and now. Well my parents moved into the country side near some strange land I've never heard of. I send them letters every now and then, always get the same response though. 'Doing fine, grass is lovely, sun is shining.' Ah well. So long as they are happy, so am I."
*He smiles*
"Although its not always about my tavern. I want to be able to have friends you know. Have regulars come in, talk about the weather, maybe even get some gossip thats roaming round the district. Hell I could even help out some of the local archeologists. So long as the come past my tavern for a drink afterwards. We could all have a laugh, get drunk sings songs till the morning, then drink some more. Sounds like a great idea actually."
*He laughs*
"I'm a curios person by nature, I like trying new things. So if you have an idea. Don't be a afraid to run it past me. I might even have a pointer or two for you."
*He gets up from his seat*
"So what will it be?"
This has always been a day dream that Alexis has, hoping one day he could own a tavern and chat with a regular like he always does in this specific day dream he has. In reality, his parents didn't own a tavern. They were barely farmers and sold their barely to breweries so that beer could be made. A simple life, but unfortunately Alexis found it too boring. He always dreamed of being on the other end of the brewery. Being the one who bought the beer and sold it at his own tavern. Never knowing what might happen next, maybe tonight there'd be a bar fight, maybe there'd be a stranger in town or maybe it would just be the usual lot who would come in and have a good chat about their adventures.
But Alexis would never know unless he actually owned a tavern. So one day after delivering a load of barely to the breweries, Alexis found the foreman and started to talk to him about getting a job in the brewery itself. Many chats later, Alexis found himself next to an experienced Brew master with a quill and a book, taking down as many notes as possible. Luckily for Alexis, his mother came from a well-off family was educated as a girl. She passed on the ability to read and write to Alexis before he old enough to help out around the farm. A few years, many many barrels of beer, a few failed brews later Alexis found himself, leaving the comfort of the brewery he worked for and taking all the knowledge he gained from his teacher and taking it to the open road.
At the moment Alexis has no idea where he will go, what he might do and even if he will be able to open his own tavern. All he knows, is that right now, he's having the best time of his life.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To own a tavern! Well that, and to make a name for himself. One that will go down in the history books.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Quick thinker, cearful planner, Silver tounge and calm
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.): Not very strong, not a fighter, over confident, if he becomes angry he is uncontrolable and will most likely hurt himself before hurting anyone whose angered him. Sometimes forgetfull (see what I did there?), dry sense of humor.
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.): Created a link for other players to use, hopefully there will be a few apps with my link in
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.
*To himself*
"Damn.. she looks like she could use some help.."
*Quickly running around a corner*
"Guards, gaurds! Help! Murder! There's been a murder! Help! Help! Anyone, come help me!"
*The men, frightend they may be caught, run off*
"Phew.."
*Quickly running up towards the woman*
"Are you ok ma'am? Hopefuly those men won't return anytime soon."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Well! That sounds like a great plan. Just tell me first, where are we headed? What will the split of bounty be? Will I come back alive? Are you a pirate and most of all, can I bring my own stock to sell to the crew? I need the money of course, and why not sell some of my stock the crew while we plunder, no?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Here, have some bread."
*gives the man three loafs of bread*
"Come by my tavern at the end of the night, and I'll be able to give you some more food, perhaps there may be someone in there who can help you with a job."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Whhheeeelll! I see you're a brafe pershon, aren't you? Well I'll have you know, you're mother was such a gooood ***** that I mighth be you're father!"
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*to himself*
"hmm... Should proberbly ask her where she got that"
*To the lady*
Excuse me ma'am! I'm sorry to bother you, I just caught a glimps of your beautiful necklace and I have to know where it is that you got such an amazing work of art."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nay
Other notes: Prepare to have the single most badass tavern owner ever, enter your server
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"We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem."-Douglas Adams, Hitch hikers guide to the Galaxy.
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
Sure thing, I'm guessing a villain app is on the forums?
Accepted:
YINNY:
Quite a good app. Only one of the ICRs I found that didn't match your character was the drunk guy, you forgot to include how your character would react, but it's all fine. Anyway I'm unable to add you to the server whitelist so you will have to wait until a staff member is able to whitelist you. But anyway, welcome to The Anerian Chronicles, hope you enjoy : ). If you haven't already, visit our website at www.aneria.enjin.com
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When I play Minecraft, it feels like a game... You dont say?
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing people.
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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Nope.
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.I continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope
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
Sjunior- Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! I am glad to see more people taking the role of Medori, it's always nice to see what kind of an Idea they have about them. Well written application, I had a good time reading it. Just one note: Since you did say you had traveled quite the bit, I'd just like to say you won't actually be able to fly an Airship IC unless you learn to do so somewhere somehow. But that's all I had to say.
To answer your question, one IC day is one day on MC itself... From when the sun comes up, and then goes down, that's one IC day of course. (So they're /quite/ short at times it will seem). We do have a calendar of somewhat, but no, nothing too exact. I think one day RL is one week, and one week is one Month. I'd ask more about it once you get on the server though, as my knowledge on everything may be lacking.
Tankgod- Great Application! Enjoyed it quite a bit, well written and planned out! Also glad to have you join the Medori crew and be able to welcome you to the Fatherland! Nothing wrong with your app it seems, (Even though your ICRS were short to my taste, I thought you'd made up for it in the rest of the app) so I would just like to welcome you to the Anerian Chronicles!
To answer your question, No, not quite. We've had a lack of balance between the two races we already have, and adding more might not be the best solution to this situation.
KokoroNoSora- Once again, another good application! It's always interesting to see people link each other's characters in one way or another. Glad to see another drunken Medori! We already had one, which didn't end too well for anyone.. but hopefully it'll be different for you! Well written app, glad to have you aboard. Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles!
Here's the link to the forums for you guys: (Join up on the community!) http://aneria.enjin.com/ And hop on the server whenever you want to start your experience with the Anerian Chronicles server and community. (:
Mira~
Don_Rosa
It was a good application, but some fixes are needed. First thing I noticed, a lot. You usually don't see this while writing it, but the biography needs a bit more, emotion, detail kind of things. Like more enthusiasm to your character if you get what I mean. I'd also like some more detail, enthusiasm and emotion in your ICRs. Also with your ICRs, It'd make it easier to read, and look much more nice if it was 'new speaker - new line'. So, leave one speaker per line :). Onto the strengths and weaknesses, they are good, but they need more detail. The strengths don't need too much, but it needs more detail descriptions of your strengths. I'd also like the same in weaknesses. I don't mean more, I mean details. Quality over Quantity. Anyway I hope I enjoy checking your next 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".
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 wasn't scared. He was kind of relieved. Relived he'd die in battle, not like many other wimpy guys do these days, go and kill themselves instead of joining the war. Suicide. He thought that if you did that, you were a weak little pathetic creature. So he was both sad and happy at the same time. Sad he couldn't help his men anymore, happy his death would be this way.
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 anger was building up inside him. He'd rather DIE than loosing a fight. He had never lost. Never. He was not sad, he was angry. He was so, so angry at everyone. Especially the man that saved him. He should've left him there. Now he had to live with a loss on his side.
His saviour dissapeared about halfway through the ride, Steaz thought he said bye to him, but didn't respond to it, as angry as he was. 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):
His arms are extremely strong, after being raised training for a big war with both a bow and a sword, he just got stronger and stronger. The legs are pretty strong aswell, after all the running they did when training, but not near as strong as his arms, in a fight he would prefer using his arms/fists. He is also extremely good with a bow, and pretty good with a sword as the bio says.
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 when he was a kid, he was out training one day, and suddenly an arrow gets shot in his ancle. He fell down and clutched the area arround the foot, with some medical experience, he knew he should leave it until he came home and had bandages. It got bandaged, but it was hurt forever. If somebody kicks, beats or does anything there, it will hurt alot and it will be painful to fight any more.
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 looks a the men with a hateful expression, thinking how weak they were to take a little girl that couldn't even fight back. He spit on them, and then left.
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, and strongly 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. He takes his hand up to his dark hair and runs it through, looking up at the sun. "Another life helped." he says to himself.
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 angrily 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. He can feel a small anger inside him, for his mother just abandoning them waiting for the big war.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope.
Other notes:
So yeah, I did my best at fixing it, don't know how good it turned out to be..I hope you atleast got a shape of how he is.
Don_Rosa
Much better. I could sort of tell the emotion and enthusiasm in your character during the biography. Anyway, you already know the website and all, and I hope you have fun playing your THIRD character ALREADY. :3
Character Information
Name: Danielle "Dan" Farthing
Age: 46
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery.
Physical description: About 6'4", very scrawny, pale green eyes. Male. Has curly, graying brown hair. Wears a dark overcoat with dark grey pants. Voice is slightly scratchy from years of smoking.
Screen capture of your skin: http://i.imgur.com/6l9ON.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.): Danielle was born to a rather well-to-do, if eccentric family. When he was born, they saw his full head of hair and immediately assumed he was a girl, hastily naming him Danielle. When they found out he was, in fact, a boy, they simply decided to call him Dan. Growing up, Dan wasn't athletic in the slightest, and was often left out of the other children's games, though his parents forced him outside anyway to "socialize." When he was shoved out, he'd simply sneak a book and read under a tree while the other children played. He was not bullied, being rather tall for a boy his age, but he would have preferred negative attention to the nonexistent attention that he was given at the time. The boy would imagine himself immersed in the tales he read, a great adventurer or pirate, saving dames and winning games, becoming so immersed in the stories that he adopted many traits of those in the novels (often not the good traits). His favorite, though, were the detective novels. Solving murders, getting the girl, detectives had it all. Though he wanted to join the guard, Dan found himself much too scrawny to do any true guard work. Instead, he decided to open his own detective agency at age 15. Starting out small, working jobs like "The Case of the Missing Cake," (spoiler: the woman's son ate it) "The Case of the Runaway Girl," (he found her hiding in a tree; not very many places to run to on a sky island) and "Mr. Smithers and the Broken Window," (he found his peers who did it and was promptly beaten up for tattling). At age 25, Dan met a wonderful young woman by the name of Gertrude Smithers (the daughter of the man whose window was broken). In a rare act of shyness and boyishness, Dan quietly asked her on a date, which she agreed to and may or may not have done so for a free meal. After the third date or so, though, Trudy, as she liked to be called, fell for Dan. After two years of dating, they were married in a quaint little ceremony by the library, their favorite spot. In another three years' time, they had a beautiful little boy, named Evan after Dan's father. One day, though, Trudy fell ill, and it was found that she had an incurable disease passed down to her by her own mother. After she passed, little baby Evan soon followed. Dan, who had gotten a successful position at the Coin's Office by then to support his little family, was crushed. He reverted to his arrogant, reserved self and restarted the old agency, quitting his clerk's position in a drunken rage. With the small amounts of money he made, Dan was able to scrape by each month, paying the bills and keeping himself fed. Though with recent events, he may very well find himself of a use to the citizens of the Chancellery.
What is your character痴 main goal? (Motivation): To keep himself entertained at any cost (usually by taking the most interesting cases).
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Extremely intelligent and observant, very determined when he has a cause to believe in, high endurance (as in, able to run for a long time), well-spoken.
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.): Physically frail, greedy, very lazy, disconcerned with things that are not related to what he is doing, even if the other thing is more important.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See 鼎haracter Linking Aid・ Please post a link to the topic.): None
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Dan looked at the two men. He was taller than both, but far, far thinner. The girl was younger than him, but not young enough for it to seem strange should she show an interest in the hero who saved her from two thugs. They were saying things such as "Yer gonna dun give us yer money, ain'tcha?" so Dan could obviously outwit them if he tried. However, if they were to somehow see through his predictably clever ruse, they'd pummel him into paste in an instant. Perhaps getting a guard would be the better option, though they'd likely ask him what he was doing in a dark alley in the dead of night. Nothing illegal, just a late-night snack run, but it'd be a pain to explain. As Dan continued considering his options, he heard a weak whimper. The girl lay injured, most of her valuables stripped from her. Dan pressed his lips together, then ran to find a doctor.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Dan squinted at the man. "Do you take me for a suicidal fool?" "I, er...n-no, of course not," the man stammered. "You look to be a-" "Because for the right place, I can be as suicidal a fool as you need. How much are you planning to pay?" The man whispered in Dan's ear the price, and you could practically hear the "cha-ching!" "Good sir, why don't we go somewhere more...private to talk about this?" Dan said, draping his arm around the man and leading him away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Tell me, old bean; why should I further the life of a beggar when I can use this bread for my own survival?" The old man gaped at Dan. "I am a more productive member of society, and therefore sustaining myself should come before sustaining a beggar. So I'm going to ask again: why should I give you this food?" The old man stammered, "B-because it's the...human thing to do." Dan paused. "Quite right. Good answer. I was going to give the bread to you anyway, but very good answer." He tossed the old man the loaf he had been carrying and went on his way, humming quietly.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Dan tried to ignore it at first, but the insults kept flying. "An'...an' she laid with allllll the members of the Knights of Aradin, aaaaannnnd..." "THAT IS IT, YOU FOUL-TOUNGED SCOUNDREL!" Dan said, slamming his hands on the bar and pushing himself to his feet. "IF YOU FURTHER INSULT MY MOTHER, I WILL BE LEFT NO CHOICE BUT TO ENGAGE IN FISTICUFFS!" he shouted, turning to face the drunkard. "Izzat right, mister fancy-talk? Ya learn that lang-ee-wage from one o' yer momma's lovers~?" he taunted, swaying back and forth. "If it must come to this, then so be it!" Dan said, charging at the man.
***
"Danielle, you know you can't fight," Mrs. Farthing said, dabbing above his eye with a wet cloth. "Motheeeeeer...I told you not to call me thaaaat..." Dan whined, crossing his arms. "Why couldn't you be more like your brothers? They're strong, married men with stable jobs. I'm eighty-three, Danielle, when will you give me grandchildren? You and that Maxwell fellow certainly are close. Dan, are you gay? Do you like making your dear old mother worry like this? Why do you blah blah blah..." Daniel groaned as his mother droned, deeply regretting defending her in the first place, and neglecting to tell her that he had been both married and had a child before. It would do no good to bring up old wounds.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Dan stares at the necklace a moment. "Ah...excuse me, ma'am...where did you get that?" "Oh, the jewler's just down the street." "Thank you. It looks positively marvelous on you." "Oh, you flatter me, sir..." she blushed. Dan nodded politely to her as he remembered the favor that jewler's owed him for finding one of their stolen merchandise crates and grinning.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nah.
Other notes:
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
Wheatleylabs777:
Wheatley, I love this character. A detective character :P. But I really love how you have defined and sculpted him, in a way so that he is very interesting. I can't wait to rp with him! I have a feeling Collier is going to make fun of the name Danielle lol.
IGN: Zimmeme
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin: Don't have one, I can always show you in game.
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.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing people.
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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Nope.
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. I continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
Nope
Overall a very very solid application. Keep in mind, if your character wishes to start up a company on the more "illegal" side of things, you'll most likely need a Villain App submitted if you want to start selling stolen merchandise or things of the sort. We don't have any drugs on the server just so you're aware.
Now unfortunately it is our policy that you have to have a screen-capture of your skin. I hope I don't sound like too much of a stickler as your character sounds REALLY GOOD and I really want to see him on the server. If you could quickly pop into single player, snap a shot and post it on Imgur and link it in your app, we'll have you on in no time.
IGN: YINNY
Real-Life Age: 19
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): YINNYSuperTramp
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Aye!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: This is where you force RP onto someone else, without giving them an opportunity to respond. An example would be "Chops off head" instead of "Swings axe at head".
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: This means you should not use out-of-character (OOC) knowledge when playing as your character. An example would be having your guard character giving brewing advice to the local Herbalist. Even if OOC you know what ingredients make what potion, that doesn't mean your character does.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character and playing out his or her actions accordingly
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If they allow such to happen.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Never. But if it is necessary use parentheses to do so. ( )
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to Roleplay in accordance with it?: Aye!
Who is allowed to use magic?: Those who have studied it
Who are the Fallen?: A race also known as the Medori, a group of people who are usually superstitious
When and how did our current government come to be?: The Chancellery took over after defeating the old Linyera Monarchy in 169 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of knights created to protect the people of the Islands from supernatural evils and was disbanded by the previous Chancellor, Adam Ceva.
What are the Net and Essence?: The net is under the island, so when you fall off of the island you will be safely transported back up to the island. The net will only carry your supplies if you have essence within you. As a sacrifice to keep your items the net will take away three experience levels.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was the husband of Aneria
What previous Roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Tons I've played, wrote, built and created many RP servers with many different people and on many different servers.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:over 16 different RP's so won't list them all, but Assassins creep 3.0, RoTA, lord of the rings, Starwars and many more original RP's and I've left them, because they all closed down. which is a real shame as some of them were very good.
Character Information
Name: Alexis Bonewood
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tall, skinny, blonde gentleman in a waist coat. Who wears goggles given to him by his father
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
"I don't know about you, but I've been here my entire life. Born and raised in this area. I used to play in and run down alleys and generally be a little kid. My parents, well they were here too. They ran the local tavern their whole lives. Hell, they made it what it is today. You know they came here with nothing, nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few gold coins in my father's purse and from that they built up this tavern. From ***** house, to famed establishment."
*He takes a moment to relive his childhood memories.*
"It was thanks to my parents that I learnt how to run a business. It was thanks to them, that I have this tavern under my own name. It's thanks to them that I have a soft bed to sleep in. I'm proud of my parents and I'm sure as hell not going to disappoint them when it comes to this tavern!"
*He slams down his drink on the table, small drops of cider spill over*
"I fought for this place. Fought to get the tables you drink upon, fought to get the bread you eat. I've done all sorts that I shouldn't have. But I still have this tavern because of it."
*He takes a drink*
"But this has all happened in the past, this is now and now. Well my parents moved into the country side near some strange land I've never heard of. I send them letters every now and then, always get the same response though. 'Doing fine, grass is lovely, sun is shining.' Ah well. So long as they are happy, so am I."
*He smiles*
"Although its not always about my tavern. I want to be able to have friends you know. Have regulars come in, talk about the weather, maybe even get some gossip thats roaming round the district. Hell I could even help out some of the local archeologists. So long as the come past my tavern for a drink afterwards. We could all have a laugh, get drunk sings songs till the morning, then drink some more. Sounds like a great idea actually."
*He laughs*
"I'm a curios person by nature, I like trying new things. So if you have an idea. Don't be a afraid to run it past me. I might even have a pointer or two for you."
*He gets up from his seat*
"So what will it be?"
This has always been a day dream that Alexis has, hoping one day he could own a tavern and chat with a regular like he always does in this specific day dream he has. In reality, his parents didn't own a tavern. They were barely farmers and sold their barely to breweries so that beer could be made. A simple life, but unfortunately Alexis found it too boring. He always dreamed of being on the other end of the brewery. Being the one who bought the beer and sold it at his own tavern. Never knowing what might happen next, maybe tonight there'd be a bar fight, maybe there'd be a stranger in town or maybe it would just be the usual lot who would come in and have a good chat about their adventures.
But Alexis would never know unless he actually owned a tavern. So one day after delivering a load of barely to the breweries, Alexis found the foreman and started to talk to him about getting a job in the brewery itself. Many chats later, Alexis found himself next to an experienced Brew master with a quill and a book, taking down as many notes as possible. Luckily for Alexis, his mother came from a well-off family was educated as a girl. She passed on the ability to read and write to Alexis before he old enough to help out around the farm. A few years, many many barrels of beer, a few failed brews later Alexis found himself, leaving the comfort of the brewery he worked for and taking all the knowledge he gained from his teacher and taking it to the open road.
At the moment Alexis has no idea where he will go, what he might do and even if he will be able to open his own tavern. All he knows, is that right now, he's having the best time of his life.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To own a tavern! Well that, and to make a name for himself. One that will go down in the history books.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Quick thinker, cearful planner, Silver tounge and calm
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.): Not very strong, not a fighter, over confident, if he becomes angry he is uncontrolable and will most likely hurt himself before hurting anyone whose angered him. Sometimes forgetfull (see what I did there?), dry sense of humor.
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.): Created a link for other players to use, hopefully there will be a few apps with my link in
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.
*To himself*
"Damn.. she looks like she could use some help.."
*Quickly running around a corner*
"Guards, gaurds! Help! Murder! There's been a murder! Help! Help! Anyone, come help me!"
*The men, frightend they may be caught, run off*
"Phew.."
*Quickly running up towards the woman*
"Are you ok ma'am? Hopefuly those men won't return anytime soon."
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Well! That sounds like a great plan. Just tell me first, where are we headed? What will the split of bounty be? Will I come back alive? Are you a pirate and most of all, can I bring my own stock to sell to the crew? I need the money of course, and why not sell some of my stock the crew while we plunder, no?"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Here, have some bread."
*gives the man three loafs of bread*
"Come by my tavern at the end of the night, and I'll be able to give you some more food, perhaps there may be someone in there who can help you with a job."
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"Whhheeeelll! I see you're a brafe pershon, aren't you? Well I'll have you know, you're mother was such a gooood ***** that I mighth be you're father!"
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*to himself*
"hmm... Should proberbly ask her where she got that"
*To the lady*
Excuse me ma'am! I'm sorry to bother you, I just caught a glimps of your beautiful necklace and I have to know where it is that you got such an amazing work of art."
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nay
Other notes: Prepare to have the single most badass tavern owner ever, enter your server
Sure thing, I'm guessing a villain app is on the forums?
YINNY:
Quite a good app. Only one of the ICRs I found that didn't match your character was the drunk guy, you forgot to include how your character would react, but it's all fine. Anyway I'm unable to add you to the server whitelist so you will have to wait until a staff member is able to whitelist you. But anyway, welcome to The Anerian Chronicles, hope you enjoy : ). If you haven't already, visit our website at www.aneria.enjin.com
Oh, sorry should have elaborated. Once your default character app is accepted, you can then apply for a Villain App on the forums.
IGN: Zimmeme
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): Zimmeme
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”?: Doing something within rp that your character couldn't possibly do.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information within rp.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To play the role of someone, or something else.
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 they agree to it, even if they are captured and have no escape, they still live if they don't agree. (As you can see I don't fully agree with this rule as it promotes power gaming in itself).
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In ooc chats, private messages, or when using () in rp. The third should not be widely used.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I do.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages, people from the academy, priests and Paladins.
Who are the Fallen?: They are people who precede the Chancellery They are a mysterious people who are peaceful and worship someone known as 'The Father'.
When and how did our current government come to be?: They existed for many years, since 169 A.R, after they defeated the precursor faction.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that protect the islands, but are slowly losing their reputation since there have been no problems.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a barrier that keeps people from dying they fall from the Islands, but they lose their earthly possessions. Essence is (Xp) normal people have little use for it, but those who use magic can use it for many things.
Who is/was Jensen? The reincarnation of the Goddess Aneria's husband. He almost destroyed the Net and the islands. He was defeated by the people of the Islands. He then turned into a dragon and caused problems for a while.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: 3 years of minecraft roleplay servers. Too many names to list.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Kingdom of Aeonis - died, got bored of it.
Fallout: Wild Wasteland - left, staff too brain dead.
Fallcraft - Went down
Risehelm - Went down
Turius - Went down
Vault rp - Left
CraftHammer - Left, got bored
Lotc - Bored
Last Days - Went down
etc...
Character Information
Name: Duren Laungbirt
Age: 32
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Muscular, Long beard, mustache, has some scars on his face and arms, from burns or cuts, hairy.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
Duren was born into poverty, the politics of the Islands and all the events almost had no affect on him. The Dragon, moving islands, rebuilding, it changed nothing, it added excitement but it never changed anything. In changing of government, the poor just switch hands. His parents worked in very laborious areas, the shipyard, conditions where terrible and the people treated like dirt. Workers could easily change hands, and if one died because of some kind of gas accident, or some kind of mechanical error another would take their place. Those born into this life could almost never get out, the average life-span with the working conditions was low. Duren's mother went first, she died in a gas leak, he could hardly care, all she did was force him into work. At age 12 he was working so him and his dad could get enough to eat. He had no remorse for deaths of his friends or co-workers, he was used to this happening, he learned how to buy food for himself as his dad got too sick to work, too much coal in the lungs. Duren couldn't even feed himself with the money he made and his dad slowly passed, a sad death, there would be no afterlife for him. Duren still had no remorse, people died all the time in this hell hole, he began counting the days till he died, he took the small building his parents resided in and continued working, slowly dying of the laborious tasks and terrible conditions. Sometimes he would fool around with some of the girls, it was the only way he could enjoy himself, he could care less if he made a baby out of it. he worked for a long time in that place, for many years. When he had to leave due to the Islands falling and the dragon attack not much happened to change. He enjoyed a small amount of time without the work but when the Dragon was defeated, it was he who had to help rebuild. Duren wanted to see something other than hot coals and gas, he slowly began moving away from the laborious tasks. He would steal books and trade other things like food to learn the basics of modern life. He learned little about the Chancellery, but he decided to blame it for living a hard life, or at least what he thought was hard due to other scriptures and notes he read from those he saw on streets. Duren, read a manuscript on laws and government, he spit at it. He wondered how he could follow those rules and survive, he had his words that could help him through situations, and if that didn't work he'd just cause an 'accident'. Duren promised he'd live to see a day were he could live like a noble, the employers made sure no one could legally leave, they forced on contracts you couldn't read and so on. There was one to leave, if he sacrificed a week of food and all his belonging he could be smuggled out. He did it, he kept all his money for food stashed and he sold himself out of the place. for too long he worked there, after escaping he stole half the food in storage of the ship smuggling him out. He fell asleep in a barrel of wine and awoke to guards standing over him. He was thrown off at the nearest island, he was so scared he ran, he didn't want to make it so far just to be shot. Duren escaped and began wondering what to do now, he escaped, he never thought he'd get this far. He thought about creating his own business that would beat out those with the cruel working conditions, maybe he could stop others becoming soulless like him. He could do anything now, he had an idea of what he could do, but for now he would relax under the trees.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): His goal will to be to start up a business, one that follows his own laws, pretty much he will try and start up an underground, illegal company.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Strong, is good with words and convincing people.
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.): Has a short temper when speaking with anyone who isn't a laborer, sometimes gets exhausted due to coal in his lungs. missing left hand pinky from an accident.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Nope.
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. I continue walking, there must be a reason for it, I could care less. I have my own business to attend to, it's not like I've done worse things to girls.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Hmm, you got yourself a nice offer friend. I'd be interested in whatever you're doing, I have no goal, so this gives me something to do." The man responds about when and where to meet, about the next day. I leave to the pub to get drunk before my adventure. I tell the bartender about it. "Yesh, dish guysh shaying thersh gonna be a fortune, ya hear?" I stumble over to the location, and either get kicked off for being drunk or go along for the ride.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. The memories of his hunger come to him and his stomach rumbles. "Oy, friend, take this 'ere, least I can do" *Pulls out half a loaf of bread from his pack and offers it to the man. The man responds in some kind of grateful way. "Aye, jus' try and get a job 'ur sumtin'" Then I continue walking away trying to remove the thoughts from my head.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. I begin laughing "Oh yer' right, lad. Me mum was nothin' but a ***** whu used me, glad tha hags dun' fer'" The man then stands awkwardly expecting something else and walks away. I continue drinking my ale slowly chuckling about how terrible my mother was.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. I follow her until the street is relatively empty. "Ay lass, I saw ye' walkin' past me, oy yu had the nicest bosom with tha necklace roight there." She responds in a digusted way, I grab her necklace moving further in. "Would ya' like to part ways with it, lass? I'd get ye' sumtin' real nice in return." She slaps me and says, 'get off me!' I begin laughing, then I slap her back, rip the necklace off and start walking away. "Aww, what a wee' poor lass, I hope I din't hurt yer' pretty face" I laugh and start running away.
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