Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yessiree
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming means to do something that is highly unlikely and/or impossible. E.G: Bryan jumps over the castle and lands on a strangers head. Another definition can be to force an action upon another character. E.G: Jimothy stabs Teremy in the heart and kills him. Finally, it can mean that your character has powers it probably should not have. E.G: Kyle was born with the ability to teleport.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming, in my honest opinion, is a big taboo in roleplay, more so than powergaming because it is easier to commit and harder to get caught. The act of metagaming means to use information you have gained whilst OOC and using it in an IC situation to gain leverage.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to put yourself in a character, usually fictional, with traits and personality unique to itself and ‘bring it to life’.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Everyone, just not on this server (Or any other server that has rules saying not to.) (Or unless you’re Bruce Wayne) (Or Morgan Freeman)
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: You are allowed to cause the death of another character when the character you are RPing with gives you consent to or unless they are in a situation where, without powergaming, the only way out is death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: You are allowed to speak out of character (OOC) when using parentheses, OOC chat or with private messaging. It is encouraged, but not required, that you use parentheses only when explaining a situation that cannot be solved IC.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yessiree
Who is allowed to use magic?: Characters who 1) have gone to the Academy to get a Magery degree 2) priests and paladins who have been trained by the Church 3) has received special permission from staff.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen or Medori, as they like to be called, are a race of humans that have been isolated from the majority. They are much more superstitious and family-oriented. The Medori try to stay away from violence whenever possible and live simple lives.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The current government, the chancellery, was founded in 169 A.R. after the defeat of the Linyera Monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Order of Aradin was a group of Knights created in 37 A.R. to protect the citizens of the Islands from evil. It is now only a shadow of what it used be.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a sort of barrier underneath the Islands that protects people from falling for eternity. It teleports you back to a safe place but without any belongings you had with you at that time. Of course, your item can also be retrieved if you had a certain amount of Essence. Essence is a sort of Mana that is accumulated by accomplishing basic tasks.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was an immortal human, and husband of the goddess Aneria, that could not die. His soul would always carry on inhabiting corpses. After many reincarnations, he became insane and started a war on humanity. Aneria raised the islands to protect what was left of the humans. Right now, he is bound to a shovel, his rage contained and the people protected.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A couple small servers on Minecraft that never really made it. I also did some roleplay on GTA IV.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Tales Of Cornethia, it shut down. Eurasia, I left because it was just a poor quality RP server. DarkHaven, it also closed down.
Character Information
Name: Kaos Wheyson
Age: 32
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Skinny as a bone, has long, dishevelled brown hair. He has a gimp left leg and he is mute. Around 6’1, he is above average in height. Having mostly stayed out of danger, he has no noticeable battle wounds or scars.
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.):
Born in the middle class by two loving parents, Kaos was a fairly lucky child at first glance. In actuality, Kaos was born mute and had to have special tutors come by to teach him sign-language and the local language at the age of three. Because of this, his parents had to start working more so they could afford it. During Kaos’s early years, it was almost impossible to directly communicate with his parents because they never could afford the time to teach themselves sign-language as Kaos has not yet properly learned English (Or whatever the language is). Instead, they gave up more of their luxury to hire babysitters and translators. This taught Kaos about never taking anything for granted at an early age.
When Kaos was 13 years old, he was helping his father with one of his jobs as a lumberjack. Kaos was taking a break, sitting on a log and reading a book as he usually does when he heard a loud creaking noise. A worker was chopping down a relatively small tree and it was right about to fall on him. Without the ability to shout, he tried to run away but got caught on a branch and tripped. Thankfully, Kaos was able to come out of that situation alive. Unfortunately, the tree landed on his left leg and shattered his patella. He went to intense care but was told he would never be fully recovered. He now uses a cane to do the most simplest of tasks; walking.
Kaos never had much of a social life. Without the ability to talk, people never had the chance to know him. So, he spent most of his days reading books and learning. It seemed to him, knowledge was the only skill he was ever going to have. And right then, it didn’t seem so useful. Feeling horrible for Kaos, his parents brought him a pet dog/wolf. Kaos felt so grateful and named the dog Maximus. Maximus instantly became his best friend. Although it was difficult to go for walks, teach him tricks or wrestle with him, Maximus always stayed true to Kaos. Maximus gave Kaos hope for himself. He inspired him to walk once in a while, play fetch, and always managed put a smile on Kaos’s face.
One night, Kaos was 26 and living on his own –although still near his parents—a thief broke in to Kaos’s home. The thief spotted Kaos in his room and, with the intention to kill, approached him. As he crept closer, Maximus sprung up from his own bed and barking and charging and the criminal. He managed to bite the thief’s arm and woke Kaos up in a jolt. The thief, attempting to get Maximus off his arm, grabbed the knife with his left arm and stabbed him. Maximus fell to the ground in a whimper, but it gave Kaos enough time to grab his cane and whack the burglar in the head. With Maximus in one arm and his cane in the other, he limped as fast as he could to a nearby Alchemist to drop Maximus off and went straight to the Barracks. On the way to the barracks, he tripped on the uneven road and fell. Fortunately, a random patrol guard saw him and they were able to catch the culprit. Maximus recovered from the injury. The knife didn’t go in as far as it seemed it did and a few stitches were enough to do the trick. Since then on, the two became inseparable.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
As a career, Kaos’s goal is to own a newspaper company or become a professor at the Academy. As a life goal, Kaos wants to live a simple Medori-like life and perhaps have a family of his own.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Kaos is compassionate and never takes anything for granted. He can read a situation pretty well and always thinks before he acts. He
is very intellectual and loves animals.
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.):
Kaos is very weak and timid. He can’t walk properly or talk. Socially, Kaos can easily become awkward and hard to hold a conversation with.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
He stops dead in his tracks but his dog, Maximus barks angrily at the men. The two bulky men turn around and looks at Kaos and his dog. Kaos, barely able to hold on his leash, clanks his cane against a pole to make as much commotion as possible. The two men yell at Kaos to stop and finally starts to walk over to them, having had enough of this annoyance. Thankfully, the Guards has come to see what was going on and realises the situation.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Kaos politely shakes his head, writes a note on a piece of paper and gives it to the man. The paper reads “Sorry, I can barely walk nor can I talk. The only reason I am still alive is because of this dog. I am going to have to decline you on this proposition.” The man shrugs and walks away, leaving Kaos and Maximus to think how odd that man was.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Kaos smiles, stops walking and motions Maximus to sit as he reaches in his pouch for any food or coins he can find. He takes out two gold coins and a loaf of bread and gives it to the man, still smiling. As the man starts to dig in his food, Kaos continues about on his walk.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Kaos looks up from his book and smiles. As the insulting continues, he merely stands up and walks out of the tavern where he leashed Maximus. He then goes on his way, probably going to return tomorrow morning, when people have not yet started drinking.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Kaos stops and stares at the amazing piece of jewellery. He looks up slightly to see that the woman seems to be annoyed thinking he was staring at something else. He quickly writes something on his notebook rips the paper out and gives it to her. It reads, “I just couldn’t help but stare at your amazing necklace. I apologize if it seems like I was looking at your breasts. Also, if you haven’t guessed already, I cannot talk, for I am mute.” The woman looks up at Kaos and he smiles. He simply nods and continues on his walk with Maximus.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope! Other notes: Would it be possible for Kaos to start with a pet wolf? It’s a big part of Kaos’s life, since he pretty much can’t do anything with Maximus. If not, I suppose I could somehow make it work, although it would be sort of difficult. Also, does a character start with a house or do you buy it IC? Just wondering.
Accepted:
Chromosonic21:
Good application, as well as I like the character! Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! You should be whitelisted soon, one of the other staff will have to. Once you are in game, ask for a nickname from one of us staff.
Can't wait to rp with you server-side!
Also to answer your question, you will get a house ICly and a dog as well. (I have to confirm the dog with the other staff). Just ask them in-game and tell them Jaeden said it's all right.
~Jaeden
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When I play Minecraft, it feels like a game... You dont say?
Rejected:
VoxFoxHD:
There are quite a few errors with this application.
First off, you got one of your OOC questions wrong (The death of another character). You will need to fix that up.
Your definitions are copied and pasted. This was extremely easy to find out, so please put it in your own words.
You cannot start off as an alchemist either. Alchemy is part of the magic category and as you stated in one of your OOC questions, you cannot start off as a character knowing magic.
It doesn't seem reasonable with that 'helmet' and 'chest item'. I'm not 100% sure if it fits in with our lore (You would have to confirm with a loremaster), but to me it doesn't seem reasonable to have.
Also your sentence structure within the biography seems poor. You pretty much wrote it like: this happened, this happened, this happened. You used way too many commas. You can easily fix this up though, just requires some sentence configuring.
Following from that, your ICRs are too short and lack enough detail to show more about your character.
Improve these and hopefully the next time will be good!
You were double deferred, meaning, you have one more chance left. If your next one doesn't meet our standards, then you will have to be rejected, sorry.
~Jaeden
Edit: This user has shown disrespect, hence the deny.
We don't tolerate disrespect towards staff over application matters. I have edited the reply so that it is now in denial. This is because of your disrespect. Do not pester any staff over this denial or do not post here either.
Thank you.
~Jaeden
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tylie is a light skinned thin girl, Brown hair, green eyes, she likes to wear light clothing to maneuver faster. She is around normal height, if not a bit shorter.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.):
From birth Tylie was an odd child, her mother died not too long after giving birth to her. Yet no one suspected a thing, after all, she grew up normally, well, almost. She grew up in a small home with her father and her sister Eileen. They had a cat, which Tylie didn't care much for, in fact she despised the cat, especially when it would bother her.
Tylie always had strange thoughts, though she never expressed them, or shared them with anyone. Thoughts of blowing something up, or setting fire to an old tree and counting how long it takes for it to combust... y'know normal kid stuff (Totes being sarcastic). Tylie never experienced an explosion until she was 7. There were some flashes of light in the distance; away from the island. They were very colorful, all of them feeling warm, even though they were quite far away. With each explosion she felt a chill run down her spine, pure excitement, something she hadn't felt in a while. As she watched she wondered what they could do to something up close, after all, they went boom.. and going boom is good.. right? That night Tylie made it her goal to harness those lights.. the "Booms".
Five years later, her father told her that she must keep the family tradition, become an inventor, an engineer, Tylie already had her invention planned, she just didn't know how she would do it. Tylie's sister, Eileen, was always very nice to Tylie, and Tylie was always nice back. They got along quite well, even during their chores, such as getting fire wood, they would talk and have a bit of fun. Such as exploring the forest a little bit, or just playing hide and seek. No matter how close they got, something in Tylie's mind told her not to tell anyone about her thoughts, no matter what.
Sometimes when Tylie was on her own, she would play with a bit of flint, and see how much she could set on fire, with ought anyone noticing. She would also run a lot, through the forest, climbing the trees, she was light so not much strength was required. She didn't know why, but she felt like the forest was missing something, like it needed a bit of, 'excitement'.. Luckily for her family she never got to act on those feelings, because at sixteen years of age, her sister Eileen moved away, going to the 'Capital'.
Tylie had never heard of a Capital before, and was intrigued. maybe that place would be a little more... exciting. She wanted to follow Eileen as soon as possible, but was delayed a few years as her father needed her around for a bit. But eventually she made her way, but she got lost along the way. And stayed lost for quite a while. Until she was 22, when she finally arrived she was 23, her thoughts now mantras. "Incinerate" "Burn" "Destroy.." All of these sounded fun to her, exciting to her.. and now she had a whole city to get excited in.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): All her life explosives have been mesmerizing to her, the color, the warmth from the explosions.. she wanted them to be bigger, better, but she doesn't know how. She plans to carry on the family tradition, to invent and build, and to be an engineer, as those before her, for six generations or so.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Tylie is very creative and resourceful, her intelligence is above average, and she is quite fast. She is very inventive, her tools tend to prove very useful at times, when they work...
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): While Tylie is very fast, her strength does not help her in fighting, as she has next to no strength. Tylie at times suffers from insanity, thinking things that aren't there really are, while she may be intelligent, even the strongest minds can be deceived, especially when they are doing it to themselves...
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.):
Eileen Hamilton (Sister) Bunnyfufu299
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 armored men harassing a young girl.
Tylie skips along the path, though she is 23 she acts as childish as ever. Her eyes widen at the men, and the girl they are bothering. She notices the fear on the girls face, and she smirks a little bit, she had seen that face before, the same face as when she set a bit of wood on fire, and it just so happened to connect to a nearby house, and in that house was a family that ran outside quickly, the same expressions on their face as the one she saw now. A pouty frown grew across her face, thinking that the armored men were having all the fun. She lightly giggles to herself as she plucks two small bombs from her sides and places them on the men. "Yoo hooo!" She mockingly calls to them as she jogs away. The men follow her, not trying to leave any witnesses, and within 7 or so seconds their chase falls to a abrupt halt. Tylie smacks her hands together, walking off into the night.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Would a young lass like you want to join ma crew and search fer riches!?" Tylie giggles lightly at the way the man speaks, then focuses on his question. "Hehe nooo. I have too much to do here silly." The man grumbles lightly. Tylie suddenly has an aha moment. "But I could check your ships if you want..." Tylie rubs her foot against the ground innocently. "I could make sure there are no hazards or anything.." The man seems to perk up a bit. "Uhh sure."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"P-please miss, just a bit of food.. that's all I ask is a few morsels of food.. please." Tylie looks at the old man, and pouts a bit. Then it disappears almost as quickly as it came. "Do I look like I carry food around on me..?" Tylie motions to her light clothing. "N-no.. I s'pose not.." The beggar replies. "Alrightly then." Tylie skips down the path, away from the man.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
A man hollers an insult at Tylie, about her mother and something about her weight. Tylie has never met her mother, but something tells her that this man has not either. A small voice in her head tells her to ignore it, but another voice, a stronger one, says to teach this man a lesson about insulting people. Tylie waits outside, until the man is dead drunk and tries to leave. She smirks as he exits the tavern. With a quick burst of speed she rushes over and knocks the man against the wall, making a loud thud, being completely inebriated now, the man's drunken rage kicks in and he lunges at her, only to find himself on the ground again, a fist to the back of his head, he tries to stand again and is pushed over. Tylie gives him a strong kick in the family jewels for good measure. And brushes herself off, and walks away casually.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
As Tylie skips down the path, a gorgeous young lady with an even more dazzling necklace passes. Not one for jewelry normally, she doesn't think much of it, but upon closer inspection, the necklace doesn't look half bad, if even matches Tylie's outfit. She taps a hand on the ladies shoulder gently. "Hm?" The lady turns. "Where did you get that necklace?" It was a gift from my fiancé, the woman replies. Tylie pouts a bit. "Where did he get it?" "He made it." The lady replies. "Oooh." Pouting even more Tylie trudges away, seeming a bit gloomier than before.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nupity nope nope.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a fast runner, almost immune to all the common sicknesses, from his childhood in the mud. Only midly versed in swordsmancraft or archery, he could possibly best a very dull Guard recruit in a duel. (I should count this as a weakness...) However, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey.
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.): N/A
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.
Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow.
"Fortune, eh?"
"Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now."
A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner.
"Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nup.
Accepted:
Dedoralive:
I'll be lenient on this one. BUT, to me it seemed like a Jinx copy. But what you said is that it wasn't, I'll take your word for it. But try not to develop her too much like the character. Besides that the application itself seemed fine. I didn't have too many problems.
But anyway, enjoy your new character!
~Jaeden
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When I play Minecraft, it feels like a game... You dont say?
Deferred:
Skullgunner1:
I see you have came back. Well, the application itself is good, only one problem was that the weakness of 'immune to most sicknesses'. Yeah... nope. I understand that he would of gotten it a lot and such, and technically it would've given him immunity because of his cells reacting to it... But nup. To /me/ it seems too OP. Also, the weaknesses should be buffed up some more to counter your strengths of stuff like "Knows basic swordplay and archery", y'know.
~Jaeden
Deferred:
Skullgunner1:
I see you have came back. Well, the application itself is good, only one problem was that the weakness of 'immune to most sicknesses'. Yeah... nope. I understand that he would of gotten it a lot and such, and technically it would've given him immunity because of his cells reacting to it... But nup. To /me/ it seems too OP. Also, the weaknesses should be buffed up some more to counter your strengths of stuff like "Knows basic swordplay and archery", y'know.
~Jaeden
I weakened my strengths and added some things to my weaknesses, if this works.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a natural runner, although his shortness. On top of this, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey. He has trouble grasping "higher" words. Although intelligent, his vocabulary doesn't span very far. Physically, he is a tad shorter than most.
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.): N/A
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. Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow. "Fortune, eh?" "Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now." A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner. "Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
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Character Information
Name:Alena Cleo
Age:23
Class:Laboror
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?:Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description:Alena has deep rose red hair. Her bangs fall over her left eye, and go down her back. Alena’s right eye is red, while her left is silver. Her eyes were naturally these two colors. Alena prefers to wear dark colors, but she’ll wear anything, really. As long as it doesn’t reveal too much. She stands 5’7”, and weighs about 106 lb. She has a sheath for her sword, which is at her side.
Screen capture of your skin: tiffeh be workin’ on teh skien
Biography:
Alena was born to Celia and Curt Cleo. Her parents were the nicest anyone could ask for. Alena was an only child for three years, and then her parents had another child. Alena was now the older sister of her parent’s son. Alena didn’t have many problems for the first six years of her life, but a couple months after her sixth birthday, her father disappeared. After the guards searched for some time, they had found that he was murdered at his smith.
Alena was impacted greatly upon this, but her mother took most of the hit. Her mother would always fake her emotions from that point on. She wasn’t as bright, but she would still smile. Her face was always filled with sadness. As Alena’s body slowly understood the reality of life, her mind took it in another way. At first, it was one voice, and just a faint whisper. ‘Destroy...’ Alena would always dismiss the voice, and simply act as if it wasn’t there. But as Alena grew, the voice became louder and more apparent. It became harder to ignore the voice.
Alena was 9 when she first let the voice influence her actions. She had been hiding in her room as the leader of their home yelled at Alena’s mother. “What do you mean you can’t pay for your housing?! I’ve given you half a year now to pay off the debts!” Alena’s hands were trembling in fear as she sat there, curled up in a ball. There was nothing she could, is what she thought. ‘Scare him off... Hurt him...’ Alena’s head perked up as the voice echoed through her head.
“Hurt him...?” Alena mumbled under her breath. ‘Indeed. Hurt him... Alena Cleo, accept the darkness within yourself and use it to protect those around you...’ And with that, something clicked inside Alena. She was no longer an innocent little 9 year old. As a 9 year old, Alena didn’t understand true violence, but she understood what hurt. Taking a plant pot, she approached the man, her head lowered. She raised the pot over her head, then yelled, “Leave!” And with that, she threw it at the man. The feeling of the man yelping, and falling down in pain was extravagant to Alena. The feeling of hurting someone that hurt one of your loved ones.
Alena grabbed the closest thing to her, which was a book, then repeatedly hit the man. “Leave! Leave! Go away!” She screamed at him in anger and joy. After a moment of shock, the man pushed Alena to the ground and got up. Running to the door, he looked back and screamed at Alena’s mother, “You and that child are to leave this village by tomorrow!” Despite the consequences of what Alena did, Alena’s mother didn’t get mad at Alena.
The next day, Alena and her family boarded an airship, which was going to a distant island. As Alena took a seat while the airship was in motion, her voice spoke to her again. ‘Alena Cleo, do you accept the darkness within you?’ The voice was soothing to Alena, despite its creepy lack of emotion in its voice. ‘Do you?’ It was a different voice in her head this time. And before Alena knew it, she had a lot more than two voices in her head. Alena was unsure of what to answer, but it was too late to turn back. She had already begun to be consumed by the darkness.
As they arrived at the new village, Alena was also sent to a new school, of course. The children here were much more rough than her previous home. Alena always sat alone, not wanting to talk to anyone. In this new place, there had been a rumor of a girl named, ‘Alena’. The rumor had began small in her previous village, and then spreaded to the one Alena was at. “A child who brings nothing of misfortune,” is what they had said. But not a month after that, it was changed to, “A red eye stands for a child of misfortune.” Alena was often avoided and hated on for this new nickname of hers. ‘A child of of misfortune. I like that.’ A chuckled softly in her head.
Alena was 11 when she met her first friend. By this time, Alena had been fully enveloped into the darkness. As Alena stepped out of her school building, she looked around, contemplating. ‘Home with that fake mother of yours...? Or to that place only you know of, Alena?’ A female voice asked in Alena’s head. Alena lowered her head, turning around as she moved to walk around the school building. As she began to enter the forest, she heard a faint shriek, then laughter of males.
Alena froze on the spot. Slowly, she turned her head. There, two young girls were on the ground, while there were two classmates surrounding them. They were laughing, pointing at the two girls. “Haha! Can’t get up without that friend of yours, eh?” One of them mocked. Alena took a step closer, inspecting the scene more. She took notice that one of the young girls had hit her head and was most likely unconscious. The other girl remained silent. Alena felt a sudden need to help. She didn’t know why. ‘No, no Alena! Back off, you can’t do anything!’ Her first voice, also known as Jack, screamed at Alena inside her head. A small smile creeped upon Alena’s face as Jack said this, though.
‘Defiance is like the darkness, is it not?’ Alena asked the voices in her head. Alena picked up a large stick from the forest, and slowly crept up behind the boys. Raising the stick, she whacked it against one boy. The swing was fast and hard. The impact caused the boy to fall and hit his head on the ground. The other boy turned to Alena, gritting her teeth. The boy was larger than Alena, but Alena gave no absolute craps. “What the... You little...!” The boy growled under his breath, and then threw a punch at Alena’s face. She was a little dazed by the throw, but she quickly scrambled up. ‘Hit his groin, girl!’ A female voice commanded Alena. Lowering her head, she charged at the boy’s downer area. They both fell to the ground.
As Alena got up, a little dizzy, she noticed the boy was curled up on the ground, clutching his lower area. Turning around, Alena knelt down by the blonde haired girl, who was now sitting against a tree. “Uhm.. Are... Are you okay...?” Alena asked slowly. A strange feeling welled up inside her as she spoke to the girl. She nodded a bit. “Can you, uhm, walk...?” The girl looked down at the ground, then back up at Alena, shaking her head. Alena sighed a bit, troubled on what to do.
“I’ll... I’ll go get a teacher...” Alena said quietly, turning her back to the young girl. Rushing into the school, she entered her classroom. Alena never spoke in class, so it was quite a surprise to her teacher when Alena asked for help. “Alena... What happened to your face...?” Her teacher asked. Alena simply shook her head, and sighed. “J-Just... Come with me...” She said quietly. Reluctantly, the teacher followed.
After this event, Alena still didn’t have any friends, but she would often notice the girl she had saved glancing at her. Alena, one day, decided to approach the girl. Alena had noticed that the girl’s friend wasn’t there to help her get up, and she was simply sitting in her seat. Having barely talk to anyone, she quietly said, “... H-Hey...” Her cheek was still slightly bruised from the punch she received. “Hello...” The girl greeted. “Are you okay? From last week?” Alena asked. The girl nodded. Alena sighed softly, beginning to turn around and leave. She wasn’t made for conversing with someone like this.
“Th-Thank you...” Alena heard as she was walking. Turning around, she faced the girl. “Huh...?” Alena was a bit confused. ‘No ones said those two words to the girl in years!’ A voice laughed in her head, and then others joined. “Thank you for helping Jessica and I... I-I’m Sara, by the way...” The blondie claimed. Alena was a bit shocked, but she nodded slowly. “I’m, uh... I’m Alena...” And before she knew it, Alena was spending a lot of time with Sara. The two became best friends. As Alena grew closer with Sara, she took notice that many people began to avoid Sara. With this group was Jessica.
As Alena had Sara on her back, she walked home. Jessica approached the two. “Sara... What are you doing?!” Jessica screamed at Sara. Alena turned to face Jessica. “Don’t you know who this girl is?!” Jessica growled, glaring at Alena. Alena remained silent, letting Jessica speak on. “This girl is a child of misfortune! She has a red eye and she’ll only bring sadness to you!” Alena sighed softly. “You’ll be cursed along with her, Sara!” Alena began to turn and walk away. Jessica continued to throw insults at the two, though. “I’m telling you! You’ll regret becoming friends with her!” Alena kept her back to Jessica, though. And just kept walking.
The whole time, the two remained silent. Walking home in silence. ‘Will the girl leave Alena or stay with her?’ A voice wondered aloud in Alena’s head. Alena wanted to know, and the voices did as well. “I’ll leave you alone, if you want. You can go back to being friends with... Uh, whatever her name was.” Alena said quietly. Sara shook her head. “I don’t believe what they say about you,” Sara began. ‘So she’s heard the rumors about you.’ “Just because people say that you’re red eye is bad doesn’t mean I have to follow what they say.” Alena smiled a little as Sara said this. “Thank you...” Alena replied.
Years passed and the two remained best friends. No troubles, besides bullying, was there for Alena. Well, at least until Alena was 14. Alena had just awoken from her cage of darkness. A place where she was engulfed in darkness, and only the voices were to speak to her. School was off for the day. Alena was feeling horrid, after what the voices had said to her. “Good morning, Sweetie...” Her mother greeted. Alena looked up at Celia, and saw right through her mother’s fake smile. Alena was mad. Something inside of her just got Alena extremely riled up. Alena simply turned away from her mother, going back to her room.
Later that night, Alena left her room. Her voices were manipulating her. ‘The light she has is fake, so you have to destroy it,’ Is what they told Alena. And she was going to do just that. She held a sharp dagger in her hand. Entering her mother’s room, she saw that her mother was sitting at her desk. Alena showed no emotion as she said, “Mum.” Her mother turned around, eyes going wide as the dagger pierced her chest. Celia then fall to the ground, clutching at the dagger that sat in her chest. Blood spilled out from the wound.
Alena stood there, screaming in horror inside her head as she watched from her cage. Alena grinned madly, kneeling down as her mother’s breathing stopped. Setting her fingers into her mother’s pool of blood, she brought her hand up to her face. She stared at the blood, saying quietly, “Moved from the light, I put you in your cage of darkness...”
As Alena slowly realized what she did, she got up and rushed out of the house. For some odd reason, she didn’t cry. She just couldn’t. A day passed after the incident, and then Alena went home. She found the guards there, and her little brother, Keegan, holding back his tears. Alena lowered her head, and went to comfort Keegan. The guards questioned Alena. “Did you kill her?” The guards had asked. Alena immediately answered no, and just to make it seem like she didn’t, bursts into tears. Her brother shot the guards an angry look. Alena and her brother were to be put into the orphanage, but Sara’s family saved them from that fate.
Sara’s family took the two in. Alena and Keegan were extremely grateful to them. Alena’s life went on the same. Alena vowed to keep her brother safe, as he was the only family she had left. Sara’s father was a blacksmith, so he took Keegan under his wing. Alena spent most of her time with Sara. Years passed, and Alena lived rather peaceful days, besides all the bullying. Alena decided to leave her current village, and go board a ship that was leaving for a place known as the Capital. Sara’s family thought it would be okay to send Sara along with Alena. Gathering the things they needed, the three proceeded to leave on an airship. ((Dangit. I didn’t get enough words in!))
What is your character’s main goal?:To protect her ‘light’ and try to get out of the darkness. She also wants to keep her brother safe, and simply stay alive.
Strengths:Alena has trained with a short-sword. Having many different personalities, she can be kind at times. She has wonderful hearing, and even better eyesight. She’s quite strong. Alena finished school, so she’s rather intelligent. She’s very good at keeping watch of her surroundings.
Weaknesses:Alena has a strange weak spot for adorable animals like, kittens and bunnies. She never talks to people, unless its necessary. She’ll do anything for Sara, even sacrificing herself, if it means to keep Sara alive. Alena is a horrible cook, and can be quite awkward at times. Having many different personalities, while she can be kind, she can be cold. Alena is very sensitive when people talk about her red eye. Alena could be considered ‘insane’, in many different ways. She heard voices in her head, and has been caged by her own darkness. She has many negative thoughts. She is often influenced by the voices in her head. Alena can be impulsive, at times. There’s one specific voice, known as Jack, that torments her most. She is a rather light drinker.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
xCreepyCreeper; Sara - Alena’s best friend
In-Character-Responses
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Alena is reminded of when she first met Sara. Alena grits her teeth, confused on what to do. Sara was at home, waiting for Alena to come back from the market. Sighing softly, she grabbed her sword and proceeded to fight. Coming up from behind, she sends a blow to the back of one of the men, knocking him out. Growling, the other man turns around, drawing his sword. “Why, ye’ little brat!” The man growls, swinging his sword. Alena quickly moves her hand down, grabbing the blade of the sword, but it jabs her side and she winces. Raising her sword, she swings it at the man. It clangs off his armor, and then her sword falls from her hand. She falls to the ground, the wound being a lot worse than she expected. Her vision is blurry as she simply lays there. The man curses under his breath as guards run around the corner. ‘You’ve failed yourself and Sara, Alena Cleo.’ The voices whisper inside Alena’s head.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Alena watches the man, an eyebrow raised. Sighing softly, she answers, “No thanks.” She begins to turn away. ‘Why do you reject him, girl?’ Jack asks her inside of her head. ‘Because I have other things I need to do. Other important things. Better than spending months on with a rat like him.’ Alena replies.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Alena simply chuckles at the sight of the old man. “You spend your life simply laying there and being useless. You’re weak and useless, and rely on those that work hard. You disgust me,” Alena growls, tossing a coin to the man. “But its also what keeps you alive.” The old man is confused at her words and then her odd action. “Ma-May Aneria guide you, child!” The man calls after Alena as she walks away.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Alena looks at the man, chuckling softly. “Believe what you want,” Alena says. Getting up, she leaves the tavern.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Alena glances at the necklace. ‘I never knew you had a liking for jewelry, Alena.’ Jack says with a soft chuckle. Alena rolls her eyes, continue to walk, taking one last glance at the necklace as she walks by the woman.
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Accepted:
Tiffosaur:
It was a good app and good read. One of the ICRs was a bit short, but your bio mostly made up for that. : )!
Can't wait to rp with Alena. You already know the website, so all good!
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Skullgunner1:
It was a good improvement. But your weaknesses still seem unbalanced to me. Try including a physical weakness, such as a gimp leg or blind eye, etc. Remember to repost it and not edit it.
xCreepyCreeper:
It's good, but you need more detail in pretty much everything except the biography. The biography is good : ). But anyway, just fix that up and it should be good. You don't need TOO much detail, just a bit more.
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SecretAnime, on 12 October 2013 - 08:55 AM, said:
Deferred:
Skullgunner1:
I see you have came back. Well, the application itself is good, only one problem was that the weakness of 'immune to most sicknesses'. Yeah... nope. I understand that he would of gotten it a lot and such, and technically it would've given him immunity because of his cells reacting to it... But nup. To /me/ it seems too OP. Also, the weaknesses should be buffed up some more to counter your strengths of stuff like "Knows basic swordplay and archery", y'know.
~Jaeden
I weakened my strengths and added some things to my weaknesses, if this works.
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a natural runner, although his shortness. On top of this, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey. He has trouble grasping "higher" words. Although intelligent, his vocabulary doesn't span very far. Physically, he is a tad shorter than most, even being clinically blind in one of his eyes.
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.): N/A
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.
Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow.
"Fortune, eh?"
"Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now."
A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner.
"Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nup.
Accepted:
xCreepyCreeper:
Much improved.
It still could've had some more tweaks here and there. But it just scraped by my margin.
Anyway, welcome back!
The character was quite good, a good disability that definitely made up for your strengths.
~Jaeden
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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): no
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”?: Twisting a situation so you always win, or ignoring any situation in which your character will be overpowered.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information obtained out-of-character, in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Crafting a fictional life and character, and assuming the role of your creation.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character approves of their death being caused by you, or in a situation only escape able by the other persons demise.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When solving a problem that cannot be solved In character. (Example: if someone insults you, your skin, name, family, or personal info.)
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: People who have trained, and have gone through the necessary procedure.
Who are the Fallen?: People separated from everyone from the ascension.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after a battle with the former monarchy, a three-branched system was put in place with a Chancellor in charge of all three and the land itself.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group put in place to protect the Chancellery.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: some.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None. So this should be an adventure for me!
Character Information
Name: Collin Age: 36
Class: Archer
Physical description: tall, 5'9" with tanned skin, skinny body, Dirty-Blonde hair, leathery vest, gold glasses. 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 cant do long stories. so i will summarize it in about 2 paragraphs. When i was born, I had a Loving mother, father, and brother. my brother's name was David. (If someone wants to make my brother as their character, go ahead.) He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a lovable attitude. as I grew up, I got physical and worked out. But i wasn't strong enough. because when i was 10, I was playing around with my toy airship, when i heard a crash, then a Scream. I peeked around the corner to see a fire. behind the fire, i saw men running outside. one of them, was my mother, tied up. I tried to fight one off, but was instantly kicked across the room. My father saw me as a disgrace. My brother was able to take out 2 out of the 5 men. So my father banished me. he took my last name away. my name was then just, Collin. I searched the world, looking for my mother, hoping that would get me back into my family. As I grew older, my search continued, and my hope lowered to find my mother. But I will. And I will never stop looking. NEVER. Until my death I will scour the world in hope, that i can bring back my family name.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To bring back his family name!
Strengths (Both physical and personality):family (Motivational), friends, encouragement, love, and my sword!
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Temper, Family (Kidnapped and blackmailed)
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 armored men harassing a young girl.
"STOP THAT!!!" I yelled. I ran in front of the girl. I was immediately knocked out. When i woke up, the girl was treating my cuts and bruises. "what are you doing lady?! I need professional he....." then i looked around. the room. she WAS the nurse. She was being harassed because the men wanted free visits because they were castle guards. "You got very banged up, sir. and thanks for standing up for me!" "No problem..." i stuttered in pain, smiling a few missing teeth.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"I would LOVE to go! but not just for the fame, or the fortune, but for the ADVENTURE!!!" "My, lad, you have a lot of enthusiasm! you should be my secondary captain!" "YES!!! where will we go first?" "where ever the wind takes us, lad." "Then lets go NOW!!!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Old man, sadly, i have not any food, but i have small money. you can have 5 (whatever the currency is)" "Thank you, young lad, I hope (Whatever the god is) will bless you with kindness." "thank you, old man!"
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
as I said earlier, my #1 weakness is temper. I would try to stop him. If he kept doing it, My temper would rise. If he still keeps doing it, my temper would fill to the brim and a bar fight might start. XP
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"My, what a beautiful necklace you have there! where did you get it, fine woman?" " I got it from the jeweler, just down the street!"
"OK, thanks for telling me!" "No problem! Thanks for complementing my necklace!" "OK!"
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? no
Other notes: no. and just so you know, i spent, probably, about 5 hours. This it my best work. I hope i can join the skies with all of you great people! -collcroc123
IGN: Chromosonic21
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):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yessiree
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming means to do something that is highly unlikely and/or impossible. E.G: Bryan jumps over the castle and lands on a strangers head. Another definition can be to force an action upon another character. E.G: Jimothy stabs Teremy in the heart and kills him. Finally, it can mean that your character has powers it probably should not have. E.G: Kyle was born with the ability to teleport.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming, in my honest opinion, is a big taboo in roleplay, more so than powergaming because it is easier to commit and harder to get caught. The act of metagaming means to use information you have gained whilst OOC and using it in an IC situation to gain leverage.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is to put yourself in a character, usually fictional, with traits and personality unique to itself and ‘bring it to life’.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Everyone, just not on this server (Or any other server that has rules saying not to.) (Or unless you’re Bruce Wayne) (Or Morgan Freeman)
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: You are allowed to cause the death of another character when the character you are RPing with gives you consent to or unless they are in a situation where, without powergaming, the only way out is death.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: You are allowed to speak out of character (OOC) when using parentheses, OOC chat or with private messaging. It is encouraged, but not required, that you use parentheses only when explaining a situation that cannot be solved IC.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yessiree
Who is allowed to use magic?: Characters who 1) have gone to the Academy to get a Magery degree 2) priests and paladins who have been trained by the Church 3) has received special permission from staff.
Who are the Fallen?: The Fallen or Medori, as they like to be called, are a race of humans that have been isolated from the majority. They are much more superstitious and family-oriented. The Medori try to stay away from violence whenever possible and live simple lives.
When and how did our current government come to be?: The current government, the chancellery, was founded in 169 A.R. after the defeat of the Linyera Monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Order of Aradin was a group of Knights created in 37 A.R. to protect the citizens of the Islands from evil. It is now only a shadow of what it used be.
What are the Net and Essence? The Net is a sort of barrier underneath the Islands that protects people from falling for eternity. It teleports you back to a safe place but without any belongings you had with you at that time. Of course, your item can also be retrieved if you had a certain amount of Essence. Essence is a sort of Mana that is accumulated by accomplishing basic tasks.
Who is/was Jensen? Jensen was an immortal human, and husband of the goddess Aneria, that could not die. His soul would always carry on inhabiting corpses. After many reincarnations, he became insane and started a war on humanity. Aneria raised the islands to protect what was left of the humans. Right now, he is bound to a shovel, his rage contained and the people protected.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: A couple small servers on Minecraft that never really made it. I also did some roleplay on GTA IV.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Tales Of Cornethia, it shut down. Eurasia, I left because it was just a poor quality RP server. DarkHaven, it also closed down.
Character Information
Name: Kaos Wheyson
Age: 32
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Skinny as a bone, has long, dishevelled brown hair. He has a gimp left leg and he is mute. Around 6’1, he is above average in height. Having mostly stayed out of danger, he has no noticeable battle wounds or scars.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/I1cEB6H
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.):
Born in the middle class by two loving parents, Kaos was a fairly lucky child at first glance. In actuality, Kaos was born mute and had to have special tutors come by to teach him sign-language and the local language at the age of three. Because of this, his parents had to start working more so they could afford it. During Kaos’s early years, it was almost impossible to directly communicate with his parents because they never could afford the time to teach themselves sign-language as Kaos has not yet properly learned English (Or whatever the language is). Instead, they gave up more of their luxury to hire babysitters and translators. This taught Kaos about never taking anything for granted at an early age.
When Kaos was 13 years old, he was helping his father with one of his jobs as a lumberjack. Kaos was taking a break, sitting on a log and reading a book as he usually does when he heard a loud creaking noise. A worker was chopping down a relatively small tree and it was right about to fall on him. Without the ability to shout, he tried to run away but got caught on a branch and tripped. Thankfully, Kaos was able to come out of that situation alive. Unfortunately, the tree landed on his left leg and shattered his patella. He went to intense care but was told he would never be fully recovered. He now uses a cane to do the most simplest of tasks; walking.
Kaos never had much of a social life. Without the ability to talk, people never had the chance to know him. So, he spent most of his days reading books and learning. It seemed to him, knowledge was the only skill he was ever going to have. And right then, it didn’t seem so useful. Feeling horrible for Kaos, his parents brought him a pet dog/wolf. Kaos felt so grateful and named the dog Maximus. Maximus instantly became his best friend. Although it was difficult to go for walks, teach him tricks or wrestle with him, Maximus always stayed true to Kaos. Maximus gave Kaos hope for himself. He inspired him to walk once in a while, play fetch, and always managed put a smile on Kaos’s face.
One night, Kaos was 26 and living on his own –although still near his parents—a thief broke in to Kaos’s home. The thief spotted Kaos in his room and, with the intention to kill, approached him. As he crept closer, Maximus sprung up from his own bed and barking and charging and the criminal. He managed to bite the thief’s arm and woke Kaos up in a jolt. The thief, attempting to get Maximus off his arm, grabbed the knife with his left arm and stabbed him. Maximus fell to the ground in a whimper, but it gave Kaos enough time to grab his cane and whack the burglar in the head. With Maximus in one arm and his cane in the other, he limped as fast as he could to a nearby Alchemist to drop Maximus off and went straight to the Barracks. On the way to the barracks, he tripped on the uneven road and fell. Fortunately, a random patrol guard saw him and they were able to catch the culprit. Maximus recovered from the injury. The knife didn’t go in as far as it seemed it did and a few stitches were enough to do the trick. Since then on, the two became inseparable.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation):
As a career, Kaos’s goal is to own a newspaper company or become a professor at the Academy. As a life goal, Kaos wants to live a simple Medori-like life and perhaps have a family of his own.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Kaos is compassionate and never takes anything for granted. He can read a situation pretty well and always thinks before he acts. He
is very intellectual and loves animals.
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.):
Kaos is very weak and timid. He can’t walk properly or talk. Socially, Kaos can easily become awkward and hard to hold a conversation with.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
He stops dead in his tracks but his dog, Maximus barks angrily at the men. The two bulky men turn around and looks at Kaos and his dog. Kaos, barely able to hold on his leash, clanks his cane against a pole to make as much commotion as possible. The two men yell at Kaos to stop and finally starts to walk over to them, having had enough of this annoyance. Thankfully, the Guards has come to see what was going on and realises the situation.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Kaos politely shakes his head, writes a note on a piece of paper and gives it to the man. The paper reads “Sorry, I can barely walk nor can I talk. The only reason I am still alive is because of this dog. I am going to have to decline you on this proposition.” The man shrugs and walks away, leaving Kaos and Maximus to think how odd that man was.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Kaos smiles, stops walking and motions Maximus to sit as he reaches in his pouch for any food or coins he can find. He takes out two gold coins and a loaf of bread and gives it to the man, still smiling. As the man starts to dig in his food, Kaos continues about on his walk.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Kaos looks up from his book and smiles. As the insulting continues, he merely stands up and walks out of the tavern where he leashed Maximus. He then goes on his way, probably going to return tomorrow morning, when people have not yet started drinking.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Kaos stops and stares at the amazing piece of jewellery. He looks up slightly to see that the woman seems to be annoyed thinking he was staring at something else. He quickly writes something on his notebook rips the paper out and gives it to her. It reads, “I just couldn’t help but stare at your amazing necklace. I apologize if it seems like I was looking at your breasts. Also, if you haven’t guessed already, I cannot talk, for I am mute.” The woman looks up at Kaos and he smiles. He simply nods and continues on his walk with Maximus.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nope!
Other notes: Would it be possible for Kaos to start with a pet wolf? It’s a big part of Kaos’s life, since he pretty much can’t do anything with Maximus. If not, I suppose I could somehow make it work, although it would be sort of difficult. Also, does a character start with a house or do you buy it IC? Just wondering.
SWAGChromosonic21:
Good application, as well as I like the character! Welcome to the Anerian Chronicles! You should be whitelisted soon, one of the other staff will have to. Once you are in game, ask for a nickname from one of us staff.
Can't wait to rp with you server-side!
Also to answer your question, you will get a house ICly and a dog as well. (I have to confirm the dog with the other staff). Just ask them in-game and tell them Jaeden said it's all right.
~Jaeden
VoxFoxHD:
There are quite a few errors with this application.
First off, you got one of your OOC questions wrong (The death of another character). You will need to fix that up.
Your definitions are copied and pasted. This was extremely easy to find out, so please put it in your own words.
You cannot start off as an alchemist either. Alchemy is part of the magic category and as you stated in one of your OOC questions, you cannot start off as a character knowing magic.
It doesn't seem reasonable with that 'helmet' and 'chest item'. I'm not 100% sure if it fits in with our lore (You would have to confirm with a loremaster), but to me it doesn't seem reasonable to have.
Also your sentence structure within the biography seems poor. You pretty much wrote it like: this happened, this happened, this happened. You used way too many commas. You can easily fix this up though, just requires some sentence configuring.
Following from that, your ICRs are too short and lack enough detail to show more about your character.
Improve these and hopefully the next time will be good!
You were double deferred, meaning, you have one more chance left. If your next one doesn't meet our standards, then you will have to be rejected, sorry.
~Jaeden
Edit: This user has shown disrespect, hence the deny.
Rude.
We don't tolerate disrespect towards staff over application matters. I have edited the reply so that it is now in denial. This is because of your disrespect. Do not pester any staff over this denial or do not post here either.
Thank you.
~Jaeden
Character Information
Name: Tylie Hamilton
Age: 23
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery
Physical description: Tylie is a light skinned thin girl, Brown hair, green eyes, she likes to wear light clothing to maneuver faster. She is around normal height, if not a bit shorter.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.):
From birth Tylie was an odd child, her mother died not too long after giving birth to her. Yet no one suspected a thing, after all, she grew up normally, well, almost. She grew up in a small home with her father and her sister Eileen. They had a cat, which Tylie didn't care much for, in fact she despised the cat, especially when it would bother her.
Tylie always had strange thoughts, though she never expressed them, or shared them with anyone. Thoughts of blowing something up, or setting fire to an old tree and counting how long it takes for it to combust... y'know normal kid stuff (Totes being sarcastic). Tylie never experienced an explosion until she was 7. There were some flashes of light in the distance; away from the island. They were very colorful, all of them feeling warm, even though they were quite far away. With each explosion she felt a chill run down her spine, pure excitement, something she hadn't felt in a while. As she watched she wondered what they could do to something up close, after all, they went boom.. and going boom is good.. right? That night Tylie made it her goal to harness those lights.. the "Booms".
Five years later, her father told her that she must keep the family tradition, become an inventor, an engineer, Tylie already had her invention planned, she just didn't know how she would do it. Tylie's sister, Eileen, was always very nice to Tylie, and Tylie was always nice back. They got along quite well, even during their chores, such as getting fire wood, they would talk and have a bit of fun. Such as exploring the forest a little bit, or just playing hide and seek. No matter how close they got, something in Tylie's mind told her not to tell anyone about her thoughts, no matter what.
Sometimes when Tylie was on her own, she would play with a bit of flint, and see how much she could set on fire, with ought anyone noticing. She would also run a lot, through the forest, climbing the trees, she was light so not much strength was required. She didn't know why, but she felt like the forest was missing something, like it needed a bit of, 'excitement'.. Luckily for her family she never got to act on those feelings, because at sixteen years of age, her sister Eileen moved away, going to the 'Capital'.
Tylie had never heard of a Capital before, and was intrigued. maybe that place would be a little more... exciting. She wanted to follow Eileen as soon as possible, but was delayed a few years as her father needed her around for a bit. But eventually she made her way, but she got lost along the way. And stayed lost for quite a while. Until she was 22, when she finally arrived she was 23, her thoughts now mantras. "Incinerate" "Burn" "Destroy.." All of these sounded fun to her, exciting to her.. and now she had a whole city to get excited in.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): All her life explosives have been mesmerizing to her, the color, the warmth from the explosions.. she wanted them to be bigger, better, but she doesn't know how. She plans to carry on the family tradition, to invent and build, and to be an engineer, as those before her, for six generations or so.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Tylie is very creative and resourceful, her intelligence is above average, and she is quite fast. She is very inventive, her tools tend to prove very useful at times, when they work...
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): While Tylie is very fast, her strength does not help her in fighting, as she has next to no strength. Tylie at times suffers from insanity, thinking things that aren't there really are, while she may be intelligent, even the strongest minds can be deceived, especially when they are doing it to themselves...
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.):
Eileen Hamilton (Sister) Bunnyfufu299
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 armored men harassing a young girl.
Tylie skips along the path, though she is 23 she acts as childish as ever. Her eyes widen at the men, and the girl they are bothering. She notices the fear on the girls face, and she smirks a little bit, she had seen that face before, the same face as when she set a bit of wood on fire, and it just so happened to connect to a nearby house, and in that house was a family that ran outside quickly, the same expressions on their face as the one she saw now. A pouty frown grew across her face, thinking that the armored men were having all the fun. She lightly giggles to herself as she plucks two small bombs from her sides and places them on the men. "Yoo hooo!" She mockingly calls to them as she jogs away. The men follow her, not trying to leave any witnesses, and within 7 or so seconds their chase falls to a abrupt halt. Tylie smacks her hands together, walking off into the night.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"Would a young lass like you want to join ma crew and search fer riches!?" Tylie giggles lightly at the way the man speaks, then focuses on his question. "Hehe nooo. I have too much to do here silly." The man grumbles lightly. Tylie suddenly has an aha moment. "But I could check your ships if you want..." Tylie rubs her foot against the ground innocently. "I could make sure there are no hazards or anything.." The man seems to perk up a bit. "Uhh sure."
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"P-please miss, just a bit of food.. that's all I ask is a few morsels of food.. please." Tylie looks at the old man, and pouts a bit. Then it disappears almost as quickly as it came. "Do I look like I carry food around on me..?" Tylie motions to her light clothing. "N-no.. I s'pose not.." The beggar replies. "Alrightly then." Tylie skips down the path, away from the man.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
A man hollers an insult at Tylie, about her mother and something about her weight. Tylie has never met her mother, but something tells her that this man has not either. A small voice in her head tells her to ignore it, but another voice, a stronger one, says to teach this man a lesson about insulting people. Tylie waits outside, until the man is dead drunk and tries to leave. She smirks as he exits the tavern. With a quick burst of speed she rushes over and knocks the man against the wall, making a loud thud, being completely inebriated now, the man's drunken rage kicks in and he lunges at her, only to find himself on the ground again, a fist to the back of his head, he tries to stand again and is pushed over. Tylie gives him a strong kick in the family jewels for good measure. And brushes herself off, and walks away casually.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
As Tylie skips down the path, a gorgeous young lady with an even more dazzling necklace passes. Not one for jewelry normally, she doesn't think much of it, but upon closer inspection, the necklace doesn't look half bad, if even matches Tylie's outfit. She taps a hand on the ladies shoulder gently. "Hm?" The lady turns. "Where did you get that necklace?" It was a gift from my fiancé, the woman replies. Tylie pouts a bit. "Where did he get it?" "He made it." The lady replies. "Oooh." Pouting even more Tylie trudges away, seeming a bit gloomier than before.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Nupity nope nope.
Other notes:
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1739510-the-anerian-chronicles-rpairshipsclassesplayer-driven-storyextensive-lore/page__st__720#entry23405212
(Username is skullgunner1, if not stated...)
Character Information
Name: Ronald Herondiel
Age: 21
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a fast runner, almost immune to all the common sicknesses, from his childhood in the mud. Only midly versed in swordsmancraft or archery, he could possibly best a very dull Guard recruit in a duel. (I should count this as a weakness...) However, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey.
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.): N/A
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.
Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow.
"Fortune, eh?"
"Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now."
A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner.
"Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nup.
Other notes: Nup.
Dedoralive:
I'll be lenient on this one. BUT, to me it seemed like a Jinx copy. But what you said is that it wasn't, I'll take your word for it. But try not to develop her too much like the character. Besides that the application itself seemed fine. I didn't have too many problems.
But anyway, enjoy your new character!
~Jaeden
Skullgunner1:
I see you have came back. Well, the application itself is good, only one problem was that the weakness of 'immune to most sicknesses'. Yeah... nope. I understand that he would of gotten it a lot and such, and technically it would've given him immunity because of his cells reacting to it... But nup. To /me/ it seems too OP. Also, the weaknesses should be buffed up some more to counter your strengths of stuff like "Knows basic swordplay and archery", y'know.
~Jaeden
I weakened my strengths and added some things to my weaknesses, if this works.
Accepted Application:
http://www.minecraft...0#entry23405212
(Username is skullgunner1, if not stated...)
Character Information
Name: Ronald Herondiel
Age: 21
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a natural runner, although his shortness. On top of this, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey. He has trouble grasping "higher" words. Although intelligent, his vocabulary doesn't span very far. Physically, he is a tad shorter than most.
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.): N/A
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.
Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow.
"Fortune, eh?"
"Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now."
A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner.
"Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nup.
Other notes: Nup.
Tiffosaur:
It was a good app and good read. One of the ICRs was a bit short, but your bio mostly made up for that. : )!
Can't wait to rp with Alena. You already know the website, so all good!
Deferred:
Skullgunner1:
It was a good improvement. But your weaknesses still seem unbalanced to me. Try including a physical weakness, such as a gimp leg or blind eye, etc. Remember to repost it and not edit it.
xCreepyCreeper:
It's good, but you need more detail in pretty much everything except the biography. The biography is good : ). But anyway, just fix that up and it should be good. You don't need TOO much detail, just a bit more.
Deferred:
Skullgunner1:
I see you have came back. Well, the application itself is good, only one problem was that the weakness of 'immune to most sicknesses'. Yeah... nope. I understand that he would of gotten it a lot and such, and technically it would've given him immunity because of his cells reacting to it... But nup. To /me/ it seems too OP. Also, the weaknesses should be buffed up some more to counter your strengths of stuff like "Knows basic swordplay and archery", y'know.
~Jaeden
I weakened my strengths and added some things to my weaknesses, if this works.
Accepted Application:
http://www.minecraft...0#entry23405212
(Username is skullgunner1, if not stated...)
Character Information
Name: Ronald Herondiel
Age: 21
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery.
Physical description: A tad shorter than most, Ronald is to least say... a bit dirty. He wears ragged old lumberjack's green clothes, with some strickingly fabulous tattered brown shorts. His shoes are thin after years of wear and tear, his feet never seeming to grow much. His hair is ragged, unkept, and light brown with dirt. His eyes are a sea blue, somewhat dazzling. His lips are often at a smile, a mischievous one at that.
Screen capture of your skin: Currently in the makings! If I get accepted quickly, I'll whip one up real fast.
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.):
Ronald was always a mischevous rascal. From birth, his young parents gave him up because of their inability to keep him. And on he went, from household to household, whipping up ruckus. Often seen as odd or overly eccentric, he would find his alone time in groves of trees, wiggling his toes into the mud and breaking vines. (He figured out from an early age he could, in fact, /not/ swing on them.)
However, a doubt began to grow in Ronald's mind. From his social banishment, he began to question himself as a human if he was competent in making friends, or appealing to others. He began to do activities to simply make an image for himself. Sick of the "Mud Boy", he began saving up money as a beggar on his spare time, spending them on archery lessons from rather shadey men on the docks.
Perhaps the lessons might of helped if it wasn't for his naturally quirky behavior. Because he could never find enjoyment in friends, he found enjoyment at their slight, and silly, displeasure. Ranging from letting a box full of ducklings out to declaring himself Lord of the Ships, (Before briefly getting kicked off the airship.) he would look back to these memories being one of the fondest he has ever had. As a young tween, he ran around knocking boxes off their foundations, tipping hats, and complimenting very pretty woman.
And so he went. The archery lessons never lasted very long, neither did the swordsman lessons. When he tried to become a Wizard by storming the Academy, well, he hit the ground rather hard when he was caught by a guard. All in futile attempts to make a grand image for himself, the person he never was or quite frankly, never could be. Nearing the age of a teenager, Ronald was facing major problems. Hospitality shrunk heavily as families would stop accepting him, for his mischevous and pranklike behaviors and his general unreputable past. A darkness grew in his heart as he tried again and again to gain social acceptance from his peers, but his excited attitude would not prevail.
Nearing the age of 22, now living on the streets, he decided to embrace the Druid Like lifestyle of hugging trees and sniffing flowers. Does he like it? Probably not. Does he want to? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Ronald, even now, is trying to make the name for himself that he never could.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He just wants to be accepted. He keeps digging a hole for himself, but he cannot help it. He wants to glorify himself, place him as an honored, respectable man among his peers, and shall do anything it takes to achieve it.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is a natural runner, although his shortness. On top of this, he has well toned muscle in his body and is quite strong with his fists alone. He is very people smart, and extremely social. You can find the lad drinking a mug of beer in the tavern most. Due to way too much spare time, he can whistle like a champion.
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.): Is too mischevous for his own good, in the simplest terms. A darkness has grown in Ronald's heart, his lust for acceptance and self glorification possibly taking things too far. Often spending his time alone, he does not understand well the concepts of personal space. In a nutshell, he will not fear to get up in yo face, homey. He has trouble grasping "higher" words. Although intelligent, his vocabulary doesn't span very far. Physically, he is a tad shorter than most, even being clinically blind in one of his eyes.
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.): N/A
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.
Ronald stops dead in his tracks, staring at the heavily armed men. "Oh no..." he thinks. He closes his eyes, concentrating as he inhales, placing his hands to his lips. Out he lets a piercingly loud whistle, as he hollers at the top of his lungs. "GUUUUUUAAAARRDS!" Several heads begin to poke out as a guard shuffles into view, quite curious himself, and rather bothered. As he settles his eyes on the scene, he unsheathes his sword. Ronald runs out of the scene, skipping in glee.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
Ronald rubs his hands together, arching an eyebrow.
"Fortune, eh?"
"Mhm. Even a few gold coins in advance if yeh join now."
A grin splits across his face. He had nowhere to sleep that night, and a few gold coins fancied him. The idea sounded appealing, and could potentially be appealing to others. Ronald the Sailor, he imagined. Although it might not last him a while, Ronald thrusts out his hands for a shake. "Deal, deal, and deal!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Ronald glances down to his dirty toes, rubbing the mud between them. He suddenly scowls, looking at the old man. "There's a park down the road, not too far from here. A patch'a wildberries, eh? Grab some!" He scowls again, bits and pieces of mud flying forth from thy toes, nestling gently onto the stone pavement as he stomps off.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Ronald suddenly pales, looking down. The enbriated fellow roars in triumph, turning to his drinking partners to chat, seemingly unaffected by the insult he just delivered. Ronald blinks several times, quietly sipping his mug as he contemplates the insult, feeling a pang of lonliness as the night continues on.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Ronald is skipping down the street, swinging his arms to and fro in a music like manner. Suddenly, a woman wearing a very attractive necklace approaches him on the other side of the sidewalk. He grins widely, looking to the lady in a charming manner.
"Dat' necklace almost as beautiful as you." The woman instantly blushes, as Ronald does himself. He pats her on the shoulder before confidently skipping past her. What she couldn't see was the furrow of his brow, as he realized if he ever did meet her, she would be seeing a bum, and a bum only. His mood is darkened slightly, as he goes to sit by a creek and contemplate it.
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Nup.
Other notes: Nup.
Skullgunner1:
Much, much better.
Welcome back!
I'm sure you know the website, but it's aneria.enjin.com
~Jaeden
xCreepyCreeper:
Much improved.
It still could've had some more tweaks here and there. But it just scraped by my margin.
Anyway, welcome back!
The character was quite good, a good disability that definitely made up for your strengths.
~Jaeden
Real-Life Age: 12
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): no
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”?: Twisting a situation so you always win, or ignoring any situation in which your character will be overpowered.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information obtained out-of-character, in-character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Crafting a fictional life and character, and assuming the role of your creation.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character approves of their death being caused by you, or in a situation only escape able by the other persons demise.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When solving a problem that cannot be solved In character. (Example: if someone insults you, your skin, name, family, or personal info.)
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: People who have trained, and have gone through the necessary procedure.
Who are the Fallen?: People separated from everyone from the ascension.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R., after a battle with the former monarchy, a three-branched system was put in place with a Chancellor in charge of all three and the land itself.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group put in place to protect the Chancellery.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: some.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: None. So this should be an adventure for me!
Character Information
Name: Collin
Age: 36
Class: Archer
Physical description: tall, 5'9" with tanned skin, skinny body, Dirty-Blonde hair, leathery vest, gold glasses.
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 cant do long stories. so i will summarize it in about 2 paragraphs.
When i was born, I had a Loving mother, father, and brother. my brother's name was David. (If someone wants to make my brother as their character, go ahead.) He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a lovable attitude. as I grew up, I got physical and worked out. But i wasn't strong enough. because when i was 10, I was playing around with my toy airship, when i heard a crash, then a Scream. I peeked around the corner to see a fire. behind the fire, i saw men running outside. one of them, was my mother, tied up. I tried to fight one off, but was instantly kicked across the room. My father saw me as a disgrace. My brother was able to take out 2 out of the 5 men. So my father banished me. he took my last name away. my name was then just, Collin. I searched the world, looking for my mother, hoping that would get me back into my family. As I grew older, my search continued, and my hope lowered to find my mother. But I will. And I will never stop looking. NEVER. Until my death I will scour the world in hope, that i can bring back my family name.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To bring back his family name!
Strengths (Both physical and personality):family (Motivational), friends, encouragement, love, and my sword!
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Temper, Family (Kidnapped and blackmailed)
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 armored men harassing a young girl.
"STOP THAT!!!" I yelled. I ran in front of the girl. I was immediately knocked out. When i woke up, the girl was treating my cuts and bruises. "what are you doing lady?! I need professional he....." then i looked around. the room. she WAS the nurse. She was being harassed because the men wanted free visits because they were castle guards. "You got very banged up, sir. and thanks for standing up for me!" "No problem..." i stuttered in pain, smiling a few missing teeth.
A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
"I would LOVE to go! but not just for the fame, or the fortune, but for the ADVENTURE!!!" "My, lad, you have a lot of enthusiasm! you should be my secondary captain!" "YES!!! where will we go first?" "where ever the wind takes us, lad." "Then lets go NOW!!!"
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
"Old man, sadly, i have not any food, but i have small money. you can have 5 (whatever the currency is)" "Thank you, young lad, I hope (Whatever the god is) will bless you with kindness." "thank you, old man!"
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
as I said earlier, my #1 weakness is temper. I would try to stop him. If he kept doing it, My temper would rise. If he still keeps doing it, my temper would fill to the brim and a bar fight might start. XP
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
"My, what a beautiful necklace you have there! where did you get it, fine woman?" " I got it from the jeweler, just down the street!"
"OK, thanks for telling me!" "No problem! Thanks for complementing my necklace!" "OK!"
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? no
Other notes: no. and just so you know, i spent, probably, about 5 hours. This it my best work. I hope i can join the skies with all of you great people! -collcroc123