Roleplaying Experience: I've been rping for years. Mostly on forums. a few times on servers.
How did you find us?: You dragged me back her, Sight you jerk.
Character Name: Luna Valentine
Race: Elf
Height/Age: 6' 2" /45
Backstory: She's fairly happy go lucky though her emotions have been known to change at the drop of a hat. She generally stays out of arguments. She just kind of wandered into town, she won't admit it but her emotional outbursts got her kicked out of her hometown. She is a bit odd but she does enjoy the company of others....most of the time.
Roleplaying Experience: I have been roleplaying for years on Starcraft, then Warcraft 3, Frozen throne, Neverwinter Nights, WoW, Starbound, A plethora of minecraft servers.
How did you find us?: The courier troll arrived to my doom cave and told me of this greatness.
Character Name: Goda Hammerstrike Race: Dwarf Height/Age: 4'39, 36 cycles old. Backstory:
Goda Hammerstrike was born into the clan of the Swinging Hammers, ever since she was able to take her first steps until her adolescent years, she was always near a forge and a anvil, always eager to learn the trade of her grandfather and father.
When she was finally at the sweet age of sixteen, she would often go into the mines with her family to make statues and trinkets hewn from their mountain home of Hul'dalar, a vast dwarf kingdom of a thousand and thirty five souls by their standards. The halls were adorned with gold and silver, on the ceilings were cast with dwarven-made stalacites that gave off light almost as bright as a sun.
Goda Hammerstrike of the clan Swinging Hammers recovered her breath. Leaning back against the roughly hewn wall of the watch tower, she cupped her hand to her bushy brown eyebrows and shaded her eyes from the unaccustomed light. The ascent had been grueling and her close-woven chainmail, Axe, and shield weighed heavy on her legs.
There was no one younger to stand watch in her stead.
Only a few days previously, the nine clans of Hul'dalar had been attacked in their underground halls. Many had lost their lives in the battle, but the young and inexperienced were the first to fall. Then came the sickness. No one knew where it had sprung from, but it preyed on the dwarves, sapping their strength and enfeebling their hands. And so it was Goda, despite her age, was guarding the gate that night. Two vast slabs of solid rock erected by the dwarves to stem the tide of the invading beasts. For some the sight of the gate was not enough of a deterrent, bleached bones and twisted scras of armour were all the remained of them now.
However, the war with the orcs wasn't over. Goda was one of the many to abandon her homeland in search of peace and solitude.
IGN: SexycombineAge: 20Roleplaying Experience: I have been roleplaying for years on Starcraft, then Warcraft 3, Frozen throne, Neverwinter Nights, WoW, Starbound, A plethora of minecraft servers.How did you find us?: The courier troll arrived to my doom cave and told me of this greatness.Character Name: Goda HammerstrikeRace: DwarfHeight/Age: 4'39, 36 cycles old.Backstory: Goda Hammerstrike was born into the clan of the Swinging Hammers, ever since she was able to take her first steps until her adolescent years, she was always near a forge and a anvil, always eager to learn the trade of her grandfather and father. When she was finally at the sweet age of sixteen, she would often go into the mines with her family to make statues and trinkets hewn from their mountain home of Hul'dalar, a vast dwarf kingdom of a thousand and thirty five souls by their standards. The halls were adorned with gold and silver, on the ceilings were cast with dwarven-made stalacites that gave off light almost as bright as a sun. Goda Hammerstrike of the clan Swinging Hammers recovered her breath. Leaning back against the roughly hewn wall of the watch tower, she cupped her hand to her bushy brown eyebrows and shaded her eyes from the unaccustomed light. The ascent had been grueling and her close-woven chainmail, Axe, and shield weighed heavy on her legs. There was no one younger to stand watch in her stead. Only a few days previously, the nine clans of Hul'dalar had been attacked in their underground halls. Many had lost their lives in the battle, but the young and inexperienced were the first to fall. Then came the sickness. No one knew where it had sprung from, but it preyed on the dwarves, sapping their strength and enfeebling their hands. And so it was Goda, despite her age, was guarding the gate that night. Two vast slabs of solid rock erected by the dwarves to stem the tide of the invading beasts. For some the sight of the gate was not enough of a deterrent, bleached bones and twisted scras of armour were all the remained of them now. However, the war with the orcs wasn't over. Goda was one of the many to abandon her homeland in search of peace and solitude.
Roleplaying Experience: I've been rping for years. Mostly on forums. a few times on servers.
How did you find us?: You dragged me back her, Sight you jerk.
Character Name: Luna Valentine
Race: Elf
Height/Age: 6' 2" /45
Backstory: She's fairly happy go lucky though her emotions have been known to change at the drop of a hat. She generally stays out of arguments. She just kind of wandered into town, she won't admit it but her emotional outbursts got her kicked out of her hometown. She is a bit odd but she does enjoy the company of others....most of the time.
IGN: Zarthes
Age: 22
Roleplaying Experiance: 10 years+
How did you find us?: I dunno perhaps I stalk you guys.
Character Name: Zaroseth
Race: Human
Height/Age 5'11/ 26
Backstory: Zaroseth was always a wildchild of sorts, always climbing always running, always snooping around and possibly stealing this and that. Until it got him cast out of his village. See he was an orphan, parents got eaten by some beasts of the forest, eventually the "Hes just an orphan" excuse stopped flying and he was thrown out for being to much of a nuisance. He was alone in the very woods that he lost his parents in, wandered aimlessly and a little excited as he would, until he found it. A clan of beasts that claimed the great woods as their own. Curious at a human child being brave enough to enter their territory they took him in. He was raised to be like them, a great warrior to the clan. Eventually he learned that they were the ones that killed his parents but he didn't seem to care, he knew his parents were hunters and knew it was only a matter of time till some other beast got them if these ones didn't. Eventually it came a time for him to leave, though the clan cared for him and raised him to be the best they would think themselves mad if they kept the young man from finding what they assumed all humans needed, a mate. Or shiny trinkets, their knowledge on humans was limited at best, and so off he roamed occasionally finding treasure and being a failure of a tarzan to many a jane. Until he stumbled upon an old ruined town, he passed it off at first thinking it just some empty place devoid of anything of worth, yet no matter how far he roamed he ended back up there. Like there was some purpose to him actually coming here, mayhap even settling there. He was young yes, but seemed weary of a kind, though its probably nothing kids been traveling a lot.
Roleplaying Experience: Plenty, including past versions of this server
How did you find us?: KamakaziCat & Elder_Alhoon
Character Name: Carter Thane
Race: Human
Height/Age: Around 6' / 25
Backstory:
Aaron was born in a small town, and around thirteen years old, he became interested in smithing. His father was in the local militia, and his mother was a worker at the local inn. Around the age of 16, his father was killed by a group of bandits, and him and his mother were forced to live on her low pay, until he had become proficient enough to become the local blacksmith.
At age 19, he took the place of the old blacksmith, and made a decent living for him and his mother. A few years later, he was forced to go on a raid with the militia. In the raid, he was slashed across the right eye. As an apology from the General, he was given a large amount of money, and returned to his shop.
Age 24, the same group of bandits (whom the town had been constantly raiding and being raided by) attacked with every single person they had at their disposal. Not going into detail, the townspeople were slaughtered and the town, burnt. The few people left, had been captured and taken back to the bandits' cavern, and basically used as slaves. Aaron barely escaped from the town, after watching a group of the bandits behead his mother.
That brings us to current times.
He has been wandering across the land, stopping at small villages to trade, and moving on... What awaits him at this new town? It seems rather interesting.
Well, you see.. I would absolutely love to make some cool-ass banner.. Ish.. Thing.. As my Signature... As I have no clue how to, That's out of the question. Thank you for understanding. OH, I forgot. I figured out how to add pictures! ... Scratch that. I haven't a damn clue.
IGN: Zarthes Age: 22 Roleplaying Experiance: 10 years+ How did you find us?: I dunno perhaps I stalk you guys. Character Name: Zaroseth Race: Human Height/Age 5'11/ 26 Backstory: Zaroseth was always a wildchild of sorts, always climbing always running, always snooping around and possibly stealing this and that. Until it got him cast out of his village. See he was an orphan, parents got eaten by some beasts of the forest, eventually the "Hes just an orphan" excuse stopped flying and he was thrown out for being to much of a nuisance. He was alone in the very woods that he lost his parents in, wandered aimlessly and a little excited as he would, until he found it. A clan of beasts that claimed the great woods as their own. Curious at a human child being brave enough to enter their territory they took him in. He was raised to be like them, a great warrior to the clan. Eventually he learned that they were the ones that killed his parents but he didn't seem to care, he knew his parents were hunters and knew it was only a matter of time till some other beast got them if these ones didn't. Eventually it came a time for him to leave, though the clan cared for him and raised him to be the best they would think themselves mad if they kept the young man from finding what they assumed all humans needed, a mate. Or shiny trinkets, their knowledge on humans was limited at best, and so off he roamed occasionally finding treasure and being a failure of a tarzan to many a jane. Until he stumbled upon an old ruined town, he passed it off at first thinking it just some empty place devoid of anything of worth, yet no matter how far he roamed he ended back up there. Like there was some purpose to him actually coming here, mayhap even settling there. He was young yes, but seemed weary of a kind, though its probably nothing kids been traveling a lot.
Roleplaying Experience: Plenty, including past versions of this server
How did you find us?: KamakaziCat & Elder_Alhoon
Character Name: Carter Thane
Race: Human
Height/Age: Around 6' / 25
Backstory:
Aaron was born in a small town, and around thirteen years old, he became interested in smithing. His father was in the local militia, and his mother was a worker at the local inn. Around the age of 16, his father was killed by a group of bandits, and him and his mother were forced to live on her low pay, until he had become proficient enough to become the local blacksmith.
At age 19, he took the place of the old blacksmith, and made a decent living for him and his mother. A few years later, he was forced to go on a raid with the militia. In the raid, he was slashed across the right eye. As an apology from the General, he was given a large amount of money, and returned to his shop.
Age 24, the same group of bandits (whom the town had been constantly raiding and being raided by) attacked with every single person they had at their disposal. Not going into detail, the townspeople were slaughtered and the town, burnt. The few people left, had been captured and taken back to the bandits' cavern, and basically used as slaves. Aaron barely escaped from the town, after watching a group of the bandits behead his mother.
That brings us to current times.
He has been wandering across the land, stopping at small villages to trade, and moving on... What awaits him at this new town? It seems rather interesting.
‘The secrets of this world are mine alone to unravel!’
Though he was born as any child would be; Nullius was by no means yet another cub bound for the mediocre destiny this world had to offer him; he knew he was bound for more. As Nullius, or ‘Null’ as he had taken as a hindering call name, progressed, he had visibly shown nothing unique to himself physically; aside from his eyes, which shone a crystal violet. Mentally however, Nullius had a greater mental capacity, it seemed, than even the average adult elf, and all at the meagre age of 10.
As the days progressed into months and so on into years, Nullius had shown an immense interest in knowledge, and a keen skill of being able to recall it at words edge at a moment’s notice. However as his intelligence grew, so did his quickness to temper and arrogance. He believe himself better than all those he saw around him; and should haven’t have? He surely was. Brute strength did not matter when the mind was applied; hence why Nullius was never keen on developing his body along with his mind, along with a tinge of laziness. Slowly but surely, his family, friends, and associates left Nullius to his own devices, to grow content in the darkness of his mind…
“I’m departing this afternoon, Mother. Inform Father if you would. There is nothing left for me here; nothing left to learn…”
At the meagre age of 15 Nullius departed from his Elven grove; most of which he had never even glanced upon. It was beautiful, he had to admit, and perhaps he could have spared the time, but it was behind him. He was departing, never to return in likeliness. However, his gravest error could likely be seen as boarding a simple travelling vessel; unnoticeably host to a rather expectant syndicate of criminals…
“And just like that… the nightmare ends.”
Countless years had passed since that day, and the sins committed would forever be etched into his mind, he was sure. Regardless, he had learnt much. He knew far more than any one man could, or should. In return for helping an infamous crime family dominate their ranks to supremacy, not only had he gained knowledge inaccessible to him, but a set of skills invaluable to most; along with a tree of arcane might known to warp and bend the minds of man and beast alike; Hex. However, he was older now, far older, and more experienced. He had travelled far and wide, absorbing the knowledge each land had to offer. Now, all he craved was the solitude to peace it all together.
It seemed a quaint little hamlet nestled into the nothingness of the wilderness would be the perfect means of doing so…
‘The secrets of this world are mine alone to unravel!’
Though he was born as any child would be; Nullius was by no means yet another cub bound for the mediocre destiny this world had to offer him; he knew he was bound for more. As Nullius, or ‘Null’ as he had taken as a hindering call name, progressed, he had visibly shown nothing unique to himself physically; aside from his eyes, which shone a crystal violet. Mentally however, Nullius had a greater mental capacity, it seemed, than even the average adult elf, and all at the meagre age of 10.
As the days progressed into months and so on into years, Nullius had shown an immense interest in knowledge, and a keen skill of being able to recall it at words edge at a moment’s notice. However as his intelligence grew, so did his quickness to temper and arrogance. He believe himself better than all those he saw around him; and should haven’t have? He surely was. Brute strength did not matter when the mind was applied; hence why Nullius was never keen on developing his body along with his mind, along with a tinge of laziness. Slowly but surely, his family, friends, and associates left Nullius to his own devices, to grow content in the darkness of his mind…
“I’m departing this afternoon, Mother. Inform Father if you would. There is nothing left for me here; nothing left to learn…”
At the meagre age of 15 Nullius departed from his Elven grove; most of which he had never even glanced upon. It was beautiful, he had to admit, and perhaps he could have spared the time, but it was behind him. He was departing, never to return in likeliness. However, his gravest error could likely be seen as boarding a simple travelling vessel; unnoticeably host to a rather expectant syndicate of criminals…
“And just like that… the nightmare ends.”
Countless years had passed since that day, and the sins committed would forever be etched into his mind, he was sure. Regardless, he had learnt much. He knew far more than any one man could, or should. In return for helping an infamous crime family dominate their ranks to supremacy, not only had he gained knowledge inaccessible to him, but a set of skills invaluable to most; along with a tree of arcane might known to warp and bend the minds of man and beast alike; Hex. However, he was older now, far older, and more experienced. He had travelled far and wide, absorbing the knowledge each land had to offer. Now, all he craved was the solitude to peace it all together.
It seemed a quaint little hamlet nestled into the nothingness of the wilderness would be the perfect means of doing so…
Server is very good, better than the prebuilt servers where admins hand hold you the whole way. Gives a sense of freedom to make an impact on this world.
IGN: KineticCenturion
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Alot
How did you find us?: My friend TheBioverse
Character Name: Scarlett Grey
Race: Elf
Height/Age: 6’0”/18
Backstory:
Born as little more than the daughter of a miller and his stay at home wife, Scarlett led a disciplined and stale life for most of her childhood. Unlike many of her schoolyard friends, Scarlett was born full of passion and rebellion, and was committed to tomfoolery around the town with those reckless enough to join her. Though the rag tag bunch was first seen as little more than a nuisance, it soon became a problem where property was damaged and walls were vandalized with carved in texts and whitewash paints. Though Scarlett herself meant no harm, many others of the group did. They resorted to petty thievery and juvenile acts in their spare time. Her parents noticing clearly the influence rubbing off on their daughter, Scarlett was arranged to marry one of the cobbler’s sons in the coming summer. Flabbergasted and wounded at her parents’ actions, Scarlett immediately escaped town with her little party for a life of adventure and excitement. Despite her enthusiasm, she could not help but weep upon the thievery of her belongings and innocence by those she had once called her own friends. Upon the strangest of coincidences, she came across a small cropping of furnished land near the middle of nowhere. Starved and nauseated, she decided upon resting in the town, and perhaps even staying if the locals deemed her acceptable; to which she greatly hoped they did.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
5/28/2013
Posts:
48
Member Details
IGN: horatiosnake
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Many other RP servers
How did you find us?: Here on forums
Character Name: Konrad Stonestricker
Race: Dwarf
Height/Age: 145cm/41
Backstory:
Konrad is the son of a high ranking soldier, whom he learnt the ways of battle and the strict Dwarven Code of Honor from. His family were very proud and of high honor. Some would say their pride has lead to great arrogance. Konrad started his military career as little more than a Guard at the age of 20. After his skills were recognized by his superiors, and the pressure of his father, Konrad advanced apron the ranks to a General, to the delight of his now retired and highly honored father. Konrad is very strict apon the younger and lower ranking Soldiers and does his utmost to keep them in order, following the Dwarven Code of Honor to the finest. This pride has meant that the Soldiers have a certain degree of resentment to him, but are proud to fight along side him.
IGN: KineticCenturion Age: 15 Roleplaying Experience: Alot How did you find us?: My friend TheBioverse Character Name: Scarlett Grey Race: Elf Height/Age: 6’0”/18 Backstory: Born as little more than the daughter of a miller and his stay at home wife, Scarlett led a disciplined and stale life for most of her childhood. Unlike many of her schoolyard friends, Scarlett was born full of passion and rebellion, and was committed to tomfoolery around the town with those reckless enough to join her. Though the rag tag bunch was first seen as little more than a nuisance, it soon became a problem where property was damaged and walls were vandalized with carved in texts and whitewash paints. Though Scarlett herself meant no harm, many others of the group did. They resorted to petty thievery and juvenile acts in their spare time. Her parents noticing clearly the influence rubbing off on their daughter, Scarlett was arranged to marry one of the cobbler’s sons in the coming summer. Flabbergasted and wounded at her parents’ actions, Scarlett immediately escaped town with her little party for a life of adventure and excitement. Despite her enthusiasm, she could not help but weep upon the thievery of her belongings and innocence by those she had once called her own friends. Upon the strangest of coincidences, she came across a small cropping of furnished land near the middle of nowhere. Starved and nauseated, she decided upon resting in the town, and perhaps even staying if the locals deemed her acceptable; to which she greatly hoped they did.
IGN: horatiosnake Age: 15 Roleplaying Experience: Many other RP servers How did you find us?: Here on forums Character Name: Konrad Stonestricker Race: Dwarf Height/Age: 145cm/41 Backstory: Konrad is the son of a high ranking soldier, whom he learnt the ways of battle and the strict Dwarven Code of Honor from. His family were very proud and of high honor. Some would say their pride has lead to great arrogance. Konrad started his military career as little more than a Guard at the age of 20. After his skills were recognized by his superiors, and the pressure of his father, Konrad advanced apron the ranks to a General, to the delight of his now retired and highly honored father. Konrad is very strict apon the younger and lower ranking Soldiers and does his utmost to keep them in order, following the Dwarven Code of Honor to the finest. This pride has meant that the Soldiers have a certain degree of resentment to him, but are proud to fight along side him.
Roleplaying Experience: Played on a lot of different RP servers including Shrines of the Ancients
How did you find us?: Typed "Roleplaying Adventure Server" in the search bar
Character Name: John Schillenger
Race: Human
Height/Age: 6'4"/ 18
Backstory: Normal life. Grew up on a farm. Raised sheep for wool for his family to trade and make clothing out of. Wanted a simple life for most of his adolescence. Read texts about structures called airships. Has been interested in ships of all sorts since that day. Now being eighteen he wants to build a farm and settle down, or if the stars align (Admins agree) build an airship and explore the world around him.
IGN: Fistandantils
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Many other games and years of roleplaying.
How did you find us?: My friend ybnormal08 told me about the server.
Character Name: Ogramoth
Race: Orc
Height/Age: 6'4" 26
Backstory: Born on a farm. Grew the crops with his brothers. For half his life he farmed crops and sold them. When he reached the age of sixteen he was drafted into the orc army. His life in the army were rough and full of pain. By the his sixth year in the army he was force to be reckoned with. When the castle was raided Ogramoth fled the castle with minor injuries, and fell unconscious after tiring himself out. As Ogramoth woke, he grabbed whatever basic supplies he could find around him and began his long journey to find a new purpose in this world.
IGN: Fistandantils
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Many other games and years of roleplaying.
How did you find us?: My friend ybnormal08 told me about the server.
Character Name: Ogramoth
Race: Orc
Height/Age: 6'4" 26
Backstory: Born on a farm. Grew the crops with his brothers. For half his life he farmed crops and sold them. When he reached the age of sixteen he was drafted into the orc army. His life in the army were rough and full of pain. By the his sixth year in the army he was force to be reckoned with. When the castle was raided Ogramoth fled the castle with minor injuries, and fell unconscious after tiring himself out. As Ogramoth woke, he grabbed whatever basic supplies he could find around him and began his long journey to find a new purpose in this world.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
5/26/2011
Posts:
48
Member Details
IGN:ariwizard
Age:14
Roleplaying Experience:Mendowen, prison servers.
How did you find us?: link on the last post of the mendowen page
Character Name:The shade
Race:human(werewolf)
Height/Age:6"3' age around 25-30 yrs
Backstory:(He has amnesia)
I wake up on at the bottom of a cliff. I sees that there are clawed grasp's at the side of the cliff (sorta like someone has been trying to get out)
I looks around and finds a small pack ripped open and strewn around. I looks to see if anything is left and finds a old book with strange writing. I try to read it and as i figure out a line it seams to change. As I gets a grasp on my surroundings I sees that there is no way up the cliff and no way out of the place I has gotten into. As I stair at the river passing by I sees a old log float up into the cove. I pulls it a shore and finds a old necklaces made out of a shiny metal, I picks it up and quickly drop it in painful agony. it is then when the moon comes out...
I wake at the bottom of a cliff, broken pieces of necklace strewn around me. I suddenly remember the day before and i decide to stay away from the pieces. I pull my pack up and see that some...thing has eaten all the food. that is when i see the log. i wait for a long time before realizing that i have to move. it is at this time when i swim out to log and pull my body up onto it. This is when the moon comes out...
This is where my adventure starts
(i fall into a "sleep" and wake up in the town)
just as a idea becase i am werewolf i have to drink milk before i sleep or cant be in the moons light otherwise something related to whats going on in game happens like me trying to kill my team mates or going on a killer rampage.
IGN: zellcho
Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: Many different types of minecraft servers
How did you find us?: Objective server list
Character Name: Stephen Yeltz
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5’9/ 24
Backstory: Stephen was born into a a simple but stable household. His father had enough business as a woodsman, and his mother was able to stay at home. Inevitably, Stephen worked at his father's business at a young age. At first, it was simply shadowing his father to learn the traits of the craft but eventually, as he got older, Stephen had enough experience to be a fully independent worker. Since the age of 15, Stephen worked 8 hours going into the woods, chopping trees, tending newly planted ones, and crafting furniture. His schooling primarily focused upon the craft, but he learned the basics of many subjects due to the homeschooling of his above average educated mother. The family business required their living arrangement to be somewhat distant from the rest of the villagers. As a result, Stephen never had too many long standing relationships with people. However, meeting individuals looking to purchase his furniture or the occasional delivery into town provided Stephen with a healthy amount of human interaction.
Stephen as a whole is a lover not a fighter, but as a realist tends to have a lot of internal conflictions. When dealing with people he likes to assume the best of everyone as much as possible but when working with someone that is clearly hostile, he’s quick to get defensive. Since he spends a great portion of his time working with nature, and exploring areas mostly by himself, he has grown an appreciation of the simplicity of the wilderness. People are emotionally complex and difficult to deal with at times, especially those who try to avoid paying him. They can be loved and, at times, just as much hated for their actions. With Stephen, nature, specifically plants, has a set path and follows a typical pattern. They just grow. There isn’t anything to consider about their emotions, whether they can be trusted, or their rationality. As a result, Stephen likes to spend his time analyzing new vegetation, seeing how species interact, and diligently categorizing everything.
This provided some value, when Stephen was 22 and his father was killed by a falling tree. Fortunately, Stephen was a fully independent adult at the time of his fathers death, but the emotional sting was still enormous. His alone time with nature, especially in some of his favorite spots, provided Stephen with a meditative option that helped him cope with his loss.
To further distract him of his father, using his craftsmanship, Stephen enjoyed crafting bows. He particularly liked experimenting with different types of wood, and bow designs to see what properties yield what results. He was a curious man. He loved to study how things behaved and worked. Whether it was people, plants, or bows, Stephen wanted to stay behind the lines and just spectate. He understood he was only a small part of this world, and adores understanding what everyone else’s role is. There’s so much for him to explore and understand. He doesn't desire being a grand warrior or the most influential person, he’s contempt with learning. So at the age of 24, Stephen sets out, leaving his home behind, to explore and learn new things.
Age: 20
Roleplaying Experience: I have been roleplaying for years on Starcraft, then Warcraft 3, Frozen throne, Neverwinter Nights, WoW, Starbound, A plethora of minecraft servers.
How did you find us?: The courier troll arrived to my doom cave and told me of this greatness.
Character Name: Goda Hammerstrike
Race: Dwarf
Height/Age: 4'39, 36 cycles old.
Backstory:
Goda Hammerstrike was born into the clan of the Swinging Hammers, ever since she was able to take her first steps until her adolescent years, she was always near a forge and a anvil, always eager to learn the trade of her grandfather and father.
When she was finally at the sweet age of sixteen, she would often go into the mines with her family to make statues and trinkets hewn from their mountain home of Hul'dalar, a vast dwarf kingdom of a thousand and thirty five souls by their standards. The halls were adorned with gold and silver, on the ceilings were cast with dwarven-made stalacites that gave off light almost as bright as a sun.
Goda Hammerstrike of the clan Swinging Hammers recovered her breath. Leaning back against the roughly hewn wall of the watch tower, she cupped her hand to her bushy brown eyebrows and shaded her eyes from the unaccustomed light. The ascent had been grueling and her close-woven chainmail, Axe, and shield weighed heavy on her legs.
There was no one younger to stand watch in her stead.
Only a few days previously, the nine clans of Hul'dalar had been attacked in their underground halls. Many had lost their lives in the battle, but the young and inexperienced were the first to fall. Then came the sickness. No one knew where it had sprung from, but it preyed on the dwarves, sapping their strength and enfeebling their hands. And so it was Goda, despite her age, was guarding the gate that night. Two vast slabs of solid rock erected by the dwarves to stem the tide of the invading beasts. For some the sight of the gate was not enough of a deterrent, bleached bones and twisted scras of armour were all the remained of them now.
However, the war with the orcs wasn't over. Goda was one of the many to abandon her homeland in search of peace and solitude.
Accepted!
Age: 22
Roleplaying Experiance: 10 years+
How did you find us?: I dunno perhaps I stalk you guys.
Character Name: Zaroseth
Race: Human
Height/Age 5'11/ 26
Backstory: Zaroseth was always a wildchild of sorts, always climbing always running, always snooping around and possibly stealing this and that. Until it got him cast out of his village. See he was an orphan, parents got eaten by some beasts of the forest, eventually the "Hes just an orphan" excuse stopped flying and he was thrown out for being to much of a nuisance. He was alone in the very woods that he lost his parents in, wandered aimlessly and a little excited as he would, until he found it. A clan of beasts that claimed the great woods as their own. Curious at a human child being brave enough to enter their territory they took him in. He was raised to be like them, a great warrior to the clan. Eventually he learned that they were the ones that killed his parents but he didn't seem to care, he knew his parents were hunters and knew it was only a matter of time till some other beast got them if these ones didn't. Eventually it came a time for him to leave, though the clan cared for him and raised him to be the best they would think themselves mad if they kept the young man from finding what they assumed all humans needed, a mate. Or shiny trinkets, their knowledge on humans was limited at best, and so off he roamed occasionally finding treasure and being a failure of a tarzan to many a jane. Until he stumbled upon an old ruined town, he passed it off at first thinking it just some empty place devoid of anything of worth, yet no matter how far he roamed he ended back up there. Like there was some purpose to him actually coming here, mayhap even settling there. He was young yes, but seemed weary of a kind, though its probably nothing kids been traveling a lot.
Well, you see.. I would absolutely love to make some cool-ass banner.. Ish.. Thing.. As my Signature... As I have no clue how to, That's out of the question. Thank you for understanding. OH, I forgot. I figured out how to add pictures! ... Scratch that. I haven't a damn clue.
Both accepted!
Whitelisted!
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Alot
How did you find us?: My friend TheBioverse
Character Name: Scarlett Grey
Race: Elf
Height/Age: 6’0”/18
Backstory:
Born as little more than the daughter of a miller and his stay at home wife, Scarlett led a disciplined and stale life for most of her childhood. Unlike many of her schoolyard friends, Scarlett was born full of passion and rebellion, and was committed to tomfoolery around the town with those reckless enough to join her. Though the rag tag bunch was first seen as little more than a nuisance, it soon became a problem where property was damaged and walls were vandalized with carved in texts and whitewash paints. Though Scarlett herself meant no harm, many others of the group did. They resorted to petty thievery and juvenile acts in their spare time. Her parents noticing clearly the influence rubbing off on their daughter, Scarlett was arranged to marry one of the cobbler’s sons in the coming summer. Flabbergasted and wounded at her parents’ actions, Scarlett immediately escaped town with her little party for a life of adventure and excitement. Despite her enthusiasm, she could not help but weep upon the thievery of her belongings and innocence by those she had once called her own friends. Upon the strangest of coincidences, she came across a small cropping of furnished land near the middle of nowhere. Starved and nauseated, she decided upon resting in the town, and perhaps even staying if the locals deemed her acceptable; to which she greatly hoped they did.
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Many other RP servers
How did you find us?: Here on forums
Character Name: Konrad Stonestricker
Race: Dwarf
Height/Age: 145cm/41
Backstory:
Konrad is the son of a high ranking soldier, whom he learnt the ways of battle and the strict Dwarven Code of Honor from. His family were very proud and of high honor. Some would say their pride has lead to great arrogance. Konrad started his military career as little more than a Guard at the age of 20. After his skills were recognized by his superiors, and the pressure of his father, Konrad advanced apron the ranks to a General, to the delight of his now retired and highly honored father. Konrad is very strict apon the younger and lower ranking Soldiers and does his utmost to keep them in order, following the Dwarven Code of Honor to the finest. This pride has meant that the Soldiers have a certain degree of resentment to him, but are proud to fight along side him.
Both accepted and whitelisted.
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Many other games and years of roleplaying.
How did you find us?: My friend ybnormal08 told me about the server.
Character Name: Ogramoth
Race: Orc
Height/Age: 6'4" 26
Backstory: Born on a farm. Grew the crops with his brothers. For half his life he farmed crops and sold them. When he reached the age of sixteen he was drafted into the orc army. His life in the army were rough and full of pain. By the his sixth year in the army he was force to be reckoned with. When the castle was raided Ogramoth fled the castle with minor injuries, and fell unconscious after tiring himself out. As Ogramoth woke, he grabbed whatever basic supplies he could find around him and began his long journey to find a new purpose in this world.
Accepted and whitelisted.
Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: Many different types of minecraft servers
How did you find us?: Objective server list
Character Name: Stephen Yeltz
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5’9/ 24
Backstory: Stephen was born into a a simple but stable household. His father had enough business as a woodsman, and his mother was able to stay at home. Inevitably, Stephen worked at his father's business at a young age. At first, it was simply shadowing his father to learn the traits of the craft but eventually, as he got older, Stephen had enough experience to be a fully independent worker. Since the age of 15, Stephen worked 8 hours going into the woods, chopping trees, tending newly planted ones, and crafting furniture. His schooling primarily focused upon the craft, but he learned the basics of many subjects due to the homeschooling of his above average educated mother. The family business required their living arrangement to be somewhat distant from the rest of the villagers. As a result, Stephen never had too many long standing relationships with people. However, meeting individuals looking to purchase his furniture or the occasional delivery into town provided Stephen with a healthy amount of human interaction.
Stephen as a whole is a lover not a fighter, but as a realist tends to have a lot of internal conflictions. When dealing with people he likes to assume the best of everyone as much as possible but when working with someone that is clearly hostile, he’s quick to get defensive. Since he spends a great portion of his time working with nature, and exploring areas mostly by himself, he has grown an appreciation of the simplicity of the wilderness. People are emotionally complex and difficult to deal with at times, especially those who try to avoid paying him. They can be loved and, at times, just as much hated for their actions. With Stephen, nature, specifically plants, has a set path and follows a typical pattern. They just grow. There isn’t anything to consider about their emotions, whether they can be trusted, or their rationality. As a result, Stephen likes to spend his time analyzing new vegetation, seeing how species interact, and diligently categorizing everything.
This provided some value, when Stephen was 22 and his father was killed by a falling tree. Fortunately, Stephen was a fully independent adult at the time of his fathers death, but the emotional sting was still enormous. His alone time with nature, especially in some of his favorite spots, provided Stephen with a meditative option that helped him cope with his loss.
To further distract him of his father, using his craftsmanship, Stephen enjoyed crafting bows. He particularly liked experimenting with different types of wood, and bow designs to see what properties yield what results. He was a curious man. He loved to study how things behaved and worked. Whether it was people, plants, or bows, Stephen wanted to stay behind the lines and just spectate. He understood he was only a small part of this world, and adores understanding what everyone else’s role is. There’s so much for him to explore and understand. He doesn't desire being a grand warrior or the most influential person, he’s contempt with learning. So at the age of 24, Stephen sets out, leaving his home behind, to explore and learn new things.