How did you find this server?: Whilst browsing for roleplay servers. And this thing called Tuk-Tuk made me come here.
IC:
Name: Theadrin Khola
Race: Human
Age: 31
Personality: Friendly, sometimes serious, willing to sacrifice almost anything to save lives.
Appearance: Wears reddish bluish clothes, has short brown hair and green eyes, and white skin. (Not the total white skin variant.)
Ambitions: Try to improve the lives of those around him, become a highly skilled swordsman and archer, and discover new areas unknown to almost everyone.
Likes: Fighting for recreational purposes, adventuring, helping others when possible.
Dislikes: The undead, assassins, bandits, thieves, people who are jerks, and unnecessary deaths.
Roleplay Example: ((Here goes nothing.))
I was wandering outside a village, trying to find a certain item that has been lost. As I was searching, I was stopped by a man who appeared to be a courier.
"Are you Theadrin?" He asked, to which I replied "I am."
"I've got something for you," he pulled something from his pocket. "A letter." He proceeded to hand me the letter then left.
I opened the letter, it read "Theadrin, if you are reading this, leave. Do not ask questions, just leave. -A friend."
Following what the letter said, I packed what belongings I could take and left, unsure of what the meaning was.
After days of travelling I came upon a town with a group of people. When I came close to the group I was stopped by a man. "You got my letter then, good." I asked "Why was I directed here?"
"That old village life didn't appear to suit you. Welcome to your new life, Theadrin," he told me.
((Know that this will not affect my character in the server, this is just a mere example.))
How did you find this server?: Whilst browsing for roleplay servers. And this thing called Tuk-Tuk made me come here.
IC:
Name: Theadrin Khola
Race: Human
Age: 31
Personality: Theadrin is a somewhat friendly person, generally not violent in some situations, social, and somewhat adventurous.
Appearance: Image of skin I plan on using for in depth appearance.
Ambitions: Try to improve the lives of those around him, become a highly skilled swordsman and archer, and discover new areas unknown to almost everyone.
Likes: Fighting for recreational purposes, adventuring, helping others when possible.
Dislikes: The undead, assassins, bandits, thieves, people who are jerks, and unnecessary deaths.
Roleplay Example: ((Here goes nothing.))
I was wandering outside a village, trying to find a certain item that has been lost. As I was searching, I was stopped by a man who appeared to be a courier.
"Are you Theadrin?" He asked, to which I replied "I am."
"I've got something for you," he pulled something from his pocket. "A letter." He proceeded to hand me the letter then left.
I opened the letter, it read "Theadrin, if you are reading this, leave. Do not ask questions, just leave. -A friend."
Following what the letter said, I packed what belongings I could take and left, unsure of what the meaning was.
After days of travelling I came upon a town with a group of people. When I came close to the group I was stopped by a man. "You got my letter then, good." I asked "Why was I directed here?"
"That old village life didn't appear to suit you. Welcome to your new life, Theadrin," he told me.
((Know that this will not affect my character in the server, this is just a mere example.))
Heya, everybody over the next few weeks there will be a bunch of events happening and changes so if you would like to apply or jump on the server if already applied get on it!
How did you find this server? : Crusaderz told me about it
IC:
Name: Kida Quin’on
Race: Human
Age: 24
Personality: Somewhat tomboyish, Kida loves meeting new people. She can also be kind of a flirt, being a free spirit in her own way. Even though she is friendly and prefers to avoid trouble, she can be hotheaded and will call people out when she sees something she really doesn’t like, though can sometimes regret it if she gets into deep trouble she could’ve avoided. Can be kind of a potty mouth, and loves to have fun.
Appearance: Measuring around 5’4, Kida has short white hair, tan skin, and caramel brown eyes. She has a slim yet fairly agile figure. Three claw marks run down her left cheek, clearly one of the mementos she had of some kind of past altercation (she has several other scars on her body). She wears a slightly snug blue shirt, dark brown pants, dark brown leather wristbands, a black scarf wrapped around her neck, another piece of black cloth around her waist, and black boots. As her main weapon, she usually carries a naginata strapped onto her back. On her left arm, she has a half sleeve tribal tattoo.
Ambitions: She just wants to explore, have fun, and live her life to the fullest. But who knows, life is a funny thing, and ambitions can change in the blink of an eye.
Likes: Booze, kind and friendly people, traveling, training with her naginata, laughing with friends, being sarcastic, good sex
Dislikes: Meaningless arguments, disrespectful idiots, having to sit still for too long, dead things (not very fond of the stench and gore)
Roleplay Example: Humming to herself, Kida walked merrily up a dirt road to a run down and dirty shack, ignoring the fact that giant mushrooms grew around it uncontrollably and pigs wandered freely in the area, causing a mess and making the place smelly. As she reached the door, she knocked and waited, expecting the house owner to peek out through a small slab in the door. And that he did a few moments later, looking around suspiciously. “Who is it? What’s the password?” Kida rolled her eyes and smiled a bit, leaning slightly against the door with her arm. “Tuk tuk. Do we really have to go through this every time I drop in? It’s not like I came with a huge army to take over, Banemyre.”
The old man opened the door and stepped aside; receiving a pat on the shoulder as the young woman stepped in as he glanced out the door warily. “You never know what can happen. I’m not going to take any chances.” Turning around, Banemyre stepped into the kitchen to grab a used bottle of liquor, clearly having been subject to the elder man and young woman's drinking habits a few days before. “My neighbor for over 30 years was murdered a few weeks back for not being careful. Orcs, by the looks of it.” He spoke as he sat down, a gleeful Kida taking the bottle with a wide grin and taking a swig of it before handing it over to the old man. “Please, old as you may be, you’re as stubborn as an ox. You wouldn’t die so easily,” she replied with a laugh. He simply harrumphed in response and took a swig of the bottle, glancing at the woman for a moment and passing the bottle back.
“Anyway, what brings you to my humble home? You’re not really the type to drop by after such a short time since your last visit.” “I’m moving on, Banemyre. Probably gonna be gone for a long while, so I thought I’d drop by and say my farewells for now.” Kida downed another swig of liquor as Banemyre stared, not surprised by the woman’s decision. “You never were the type to settle down in one place for too long. Where shall you be heading off to then?” “Not really sure, but I might head down to Havereth. Heard things were getting pretty interesting down there, and I thought I’d check it out.” A big grin was plastered on her face, cheeks tinged with a soft pink as the alcohol did its job. Banemyre looked at her seriously, stopping the bottle close to his lips. “Listen to me, Kida. Not much is known of that place. I know you’re a pretty strong girl, but be ready to find anything over there.” With that, he nodded slightly, taking a long swig of liquor before falling back passed out. Kida sighed, moving over to take the bottle, grabbing a nearby blanket and placing it over the old man. “You never could handle your liquor,” she chuckled, taking a final drink out of the bottle and heading towards the door.
As she walked out of the shack and down the dirt road, Banemyre’s words echoed in her mind, though they didn’t worry her at all. In fact, it excited her more about the place. ‘Dangerous, huh? Can’t wait to see what Havereth has to offer’ she thought to herself, grinning widely and humming to herself once more.
(As a side note, RP would be somewhat summarized on the server, such as:
Kida: *takes a swig of mead and sighs happily* Ahh, refreshing!"
Personality: Sofetios is a calm and kind person. He prefers to think his way out of situations and not using brute force. He only really speaks when he has something relevant to say. He is not one to start a conversation unless he needs to. Sofetios will nearly never fight. He basically borders on being a Pacifist.
Appearance: Sofetios has a green shirt, brown pants, a worn sleeveless brown leather jacket, brown hair, and brown eyes.
Ambitions: Sofetios loves to read and write. also to farm and cook. Sofetios hopes that he can make a living running a bookstore. Maybe even a Bookstore/restaurant.
Likes: Sofetios likes reading, writing, cooking, farming, teaching, philosophical thinking, and many other things.
Dislikes: Sofetios dislikes violence and thugs. Thugs being people who have no regard for others and take what they want through violent and/or non-violent means.
Roleplay Example:
Sofetios was walking down an alleyway, making his way to his bookshop. Sofetios, as usual, was lost in thought. So lost in thought in fact that he didn't notice the person following him. A little later, Sofetios was in a narrow alleyway, when at the end a person jumped in the way. The man looked young and very skinny. Almost starved looking. The man had a knife in his hand and Sofetios was unarmed. They were no farther then 3 feet from each other.
Rather then running, Sofetios Asked,
"What are you doing?"
The man replied, "Give me your Money!" and made a threatening gesture with his knife. Sofetios looked at the man, noticing that the man had a nervous look on his face. Sofetios asked,
"Why are you robbing me?" to which the man replied,
"I need the money, why else?"
"Well why do you need the money." Sofetios asked in reply.
"Why do you care? give me the money, now!" Said the man, to which Sofetios replied,
"Oh I am going to give you the money. there is no doubt about that. I just wanted to know why you needed it. You obviously aren't used to robbery."
"Y-yes I am!" The man said angrily. The man went forward to try and swing the dagger at Sofetios. Sofetios didn't attempt to dodge. The dagger was about to his Sofetios in the arm when the man stopped in mid swing. The man had a look of major conflict in his face.
Sofetios slowly grabbed the mans dagger arm and lowered it, as the man allowed him to do. then Sofetios went to his own money pouch and pulled out a modest amount. Then put it in the mans other hand. Sofetios said,
"You can change who you are, it all has to do with what you believe. " and walked around the man, who was still just standing there.
How did you find this server?: Through a friend, and another friend. We all use to play on servers back. Oh the prison... the prison.
IC:
Name: Kornig Jaeger
Race: Human
Age: 23-26
Personality: Quiet, well reserved, mostly keeps to himself while enjoying solitude of the forest or mountain areas. He is not well spoken, which makes communication difficult for most, he has an air of being off-putting.
Appearance: Dark haired with dark brown eyes. Wearing simple garb of a hunter.
Ambitions: He simply dreams of building a sustainable life underground, a community of survivors wanting to test their baring in a desolate place.
Likes: Kornig enjoys many things, but by far, he enjoys building and mining. Much of his time is put into the two.
Dislikes: Very few dislikes, but the most dominant is his distaste of Cities. The noise, the pollution, the lack of thrill.
Roleplay Example:
Town Guard: “Now what is it that has brought you to this city?” Kornig: “Well it not be the stench if yer askin me proper. I came fer information, simple as that.” Town Guard: “What kind of information are you seeking, lad?” Kornig: “I be seeking to learn of where I might settle me self. A place where much of yer people stray from.” Town Guard: “Now why would you want to live in such a place? When our town is so grand and mighty.” Kornig: “It is for that your town be as grand and mighty, that I find meself searching for a place, where yer people may keep my peace. Tuk Tuk and you will see." Town Guard: "Tuk Tuk, I shall not Tuk Tuk at you sir, why I'd never!"
IGN (This is your Minecraft username): matthew384837
Age: 15
How did you find this server?: On the forums a while back, I decided to wait until the server was up to apply though.
Did you read the rules: Yep, Tuk-Tuk (just in case)
What was your favourite rule: The no kiling livestock rule. Tired of finding my cows dead after an adventure.
Example of God-Modding: Making a character simply overpowered, characters like this are referred to commonly as "Mary Sues."
Example of Power-Gaming: Giving no time for a character to react In-Character, disallowing any interaction whatsoever, such as narrarating a fight all on your own, with you're foe unable to say anything in defense.
Example of Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge in-character, like instantly knowing that some one person is in a certain group without any information given.
IC -
Character Name: Phoenix Elliot
Age: 22
Personality: A boisterous and arrogant, yet clever and cunning young man, he can easily make friends and entice others into working for him. He was born into a more wealthy family, effectively kick-starting his rise to power, including lessons in fighting, molding him into a skilled swordfighter. He hopes to run mines, farms, and herds of livestock, and he chooses business as his means of income.Yet even if he has the skills to found an empire, he managed to lose it all in a night involving clubbing, too many drinks, and fines. Lots of fines.
Appearance: He is of a slim build, has dirty blond hair, emerald green eyes, and the smirk of a businessman. He usually dresses in casual civilian clothing with light armor built in, with his trusty sword, Wyvern's Fang, sheathed with him at all times.
Ambitions: He dreams to be the grand tycoon of business, possibly even the mayor of his own bustling city. He can see the dream so close to being a reality, yet he is always short of influence and funds. He hopes to gain the favor of the populous and the proper coin to make more than just a living.
Likes: Power, land for the taking, development, progress, and alcohol(which by the way is his downfall).
Dislikes: Rival business, arrogance(oh the irony), disrespect, racism, sexism, and discrimination.
Roleplay Example:
Phoenix awoke to a dull thudding on the door, a sign of guests.
"Who's gonna be knocking at-"
he started, interrupted by his own racing mind as he glanced at his grandfather clock.
"Twelve o'clock in the afternoon!?"
He exclaimed, rushing to the door immediately. Upon finally reaching the den, he heard the call,
"Phoenix Elliot, this is the town guard. If we are not let onto the premises within five minutes we will enter by force."
Now in a frantic panic, Phoenix opened the grand front door to be met with three armed guards, one holding a list, slowly reading down. When they have a list, they mean business. And not the kind that earns you money either.
Officer: "Mister Elliot, we have received reports that you have committed seven accounts of property damage and three accounts of assault last night, each ranging from times between eleven in the evening and three in the morning. I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."
Phoenix: "E-Excuse me? I'll tell you I didn't commit a single-"
Officer: "One of those assaults was committed in a pub, you were probably drunk, sir."
Phoenix: "But I just woke up!"
Officer: " That doesn't change anything sir. Now please, if you would come with us, we'll get this sorted out."
Not wanting to create any more trouble, Phoenix decided to give in and follow their orders. While being brought to the courthouse, he did begin to notice a dull headache, and soon his world fogged up and melted away in his shock as he passed out under stress.
Age: Age doesn't mean anything, it's the maturity you're looking for. You look at age and you think of the age's maturity level. My maturity level, now, is of about a 20's college student
How did you find this server?: Stalking Dex ;-;
IC:
Name: Tuk
Race: Skaven (Seems interesting, a new race I've never seen.)
Age: Nothing about age was said on the Skaven page so, just to be safe, I'm going to put "37 in Human Years"
Personality: Tuk is fearful, just as all Skaven are. He usually refers to himself in the third person. Usually kind to those he meet, when he isn't afraid. He hates his Skaven nature and hates fearing everything. Other than that, he is enjoyable. When he is around people he does not fear, a rare occurrence, he is hyperactive, and generally happy. A smile on his Skaven face is not a rare occurrence. He is usually not selfish, and is very caring for the wilderness. He'd prefer to stay in the wild than to stay in a town full of strange people. All during this, he tries to overcome his natural Skaven nature, a not-too-easy feat.
Appearance: Tuk is 4'11, and weighs about 140 lbs. His fur is of a darker brown color, the color around his pupils red. He wears a hood and some leaf-green clothes for his life in the wilderness. His voice is of a gentle, but slightly raspy nature. If you look closely, you can see creases of coming-age on his face, as well as bags under his eyes. His body is of an athletic type, agile for the forest and spry for his age. He carries around a large-bladed sharpened stick woven with roots that is in the shape of a dagger on him.
Ambitions: To over-come his Skaven nature of being fearful, as well as learning a craft.
Likes: Trees, rocks, underground caverns, basically anything natural. He also enjoys the company of people he isn't afraid of.
Dislikes: Fear (There is nothing to fear... But fear it's self.), loud noises, things that will destroy what he loves, or his home, and especially he hates orcs for some reason. Maybe it's just how they look to him. He also hates dominance. He'd rather all to be free than few to be punished.
Roleplay Example: Tuk ran through the wild on all fours, hearing the cries of a child. His Skaven nature telling him to turn around and run away, his heart telling him to help it. As he broke through the brush into a clearing, he saw a small bundle in a basket, the source of the noise. Though not appreciating the noise, he slowly moved to it, checking around. He knew that the nearest town was still a ways away. He felt bad for the poor, unwanted child. Hesitantly, he kneeled down into the basket, picking the bundle up into his arms. He moved away some of the cheap cloth to reveal the baby's face, a human. He smiled. The baby looked at him and smiled as well. But Tuk's face grew grim. He knew he can't keep a child, especially a human child. He kneeled back down, putting the baby back in the basket and sitting, pondering what to do for a short while. His Skaven nature conflicting his reason. Eventually, he got up and picked up the basket. He looked in, saying to the child, "Quiet, young one. We will take you into town soon. First we must feed you." After a while, they arrived to another clearing, with bushes carrying small red fruit. Tuk picked off a hand full and crushed them up using a piece of tree, and put it on some bark, feeding it to the child. Night was falling and Tuk noticed. He left the child hidden under some brush and collected leaves and branches to form a shelter they would spend the night in. The day after, Tuk travelled through the forest until coming to the edge of the town. He sighed, looking at the child in the basket. He didn't want to go in, but his heart was telling him he had to. He walked into town, getting strange glances from the inhabitants. He kept stopping people, asking, "Is this your child?", or, "Do you know this child?". He got no responses telling him that the child belonged to anyone. He stepped up to the town hall, his last stop before trying to figure out what to do with the child. He hesitantly looked at the guards, who nodded back with grim looks, and opened the doors. The leader of the town was in the halls, sitting on a large seat. Tuk went up to him. "H..Hail sire." Tuk said, kneeling down and putting the basket on the ground. "Get up, Skaven. What do you require?" the leader said. He looked to be very large and in charge to Tuk. Tuk hesitated with getting up, put none-the-less did, picking up the basket with him. "Sir-e.. I found a small b-baby in the forest. I do not know who he belongs to..." Tuk said hesitantly, shuffling his feet. "Show me the child then, Skaven." the leader said, resting his arm on his knee and leaning inwards towards Tuk. Tuk moved closer and removed the cloth from the basket, revealing the face. The leader gasped, and grinned, jumping up and raising his arms above his head. "Skaven! You have found my lost child taken from me the night of yesterday! Thank you! What is your name, and what reward do you wish?" he said, taking the basket from Tuk with little resistance. Tuk shuffled again, and looked at his feet.
"My name is Tuk, and I am a wanderer of the forest. The only favor I ask in return is for a little bit of material for a shelter of my own." he said hesitantly.
The leader grinned, looking in the basket. "So be it then, Tuk, Wanderer of the Forest. My men shall have a cart outside waiting for you. Thank you!"
Tuk blushed, and stood awkwardly before turning and leaving. When he got outside, he took the cart humbly from the men and moved out back to the forest, his home and his heart. He smiled after a while, realizing what feat he came over as a Skaven. He moved faster after that, towards the forest.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk of the Jungle.
(I literally did all that just to do that. If you didn't notice, Tuk-Tuk.)
Sorry Bard252, I am a whitelister but I cannot add you to the server's whitelist. I review apps and then message the Admin. It seems he is not around currently but I will try to get a hold of him as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Sorry Bard252, I am a whitelister but I cannot add you to the server's whitelist. I review apps and then message the Admin. It seems he is not around currently but I will try to get a hold of him as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience.
It's no problem, and call me Poet. That's what most people hate call me.
Hello and thank you for applying to our server.
I'm sorry to say I cannot accept you.
1. Your Appearance and Personality are much too short.
2. Fix your God-modding and Power gaming.
IGN: 99thslayer
Age: 16
How did you find this server?: Whilst browsing for roleplay servers. And this thing called Tuk-Tuk made me come here.
IC:
Name: Theadrin Khola
Race: Human
Age: 31
Personality: Friendly, sometimes serious, willing to sacrifice almost anything to save lives.
Appearance: Wears reddish bluish clothes, has short brown hair and green eyes, and white skin. (Not the total white skin variant.)
Ambitions: Try to improve the lives of those around him, become a highly skilled swordsman and archer, and discover new areas unknown to almost everyone.
Likes: Fighting for recreational purposes, adventuring, helping others when possible.
Dislikes: The undead, assassins, bandits, thieves, people who are jerks, and unnecessary deaths.
Roleplay Example:
((Here goes nothing.))
I was wandering outside a village, trying to find a certain item that has been lost. As I was searching, I was stopped by a man who appeared to be a courier.
"Are you Theadrin?" He asked, to which I replied "I am."
"I've got something for you," he pulled something from his pocket. "A letter." He proceeded to hand me the letter then left.
I opened the letter, it read "Theadrin, if you are reading this, leave. Do not ask questions, just leave. -A friend."
Following what the letter said, I packed what belongings I could take and left, unsure of what the meaning was.
After days of travelling I came upon a town with a group of people. When I came close to the group I was stopped by a man. "You got my letter then, good." I asked "Why was I directed here?"
"That old village life didn't appear to suit you. Welcome to your new life, Theadrin," he told me.
((Know that this will not affect my character in the server, this is just a mere example.))
Skype Me if you need me - ToxicPurpose
OOC:
IGN: 99thslayer
Age: 16
How did you find this server?: Whilst browsing for roleplay servers. And this thing called Tuk-Tuk made me come here.
IC:
Name: Theadrin Khola
Race: Human
Age: 31
Personality: Theadrin is a somewhat friendly person, generally not violent in some situations, social, and somewhat adventurous.
Appearance: Image of skin I plan on using for in depth appearance.
Ambitions: Try to improve the lives of those around him, become a highly skilled swordsman and archer, and discover new areas unknown to almost everyone.
Likes: Fighting for recreational purposes, adventuring, helping others when possible.
Dislikes: The undead, assassins, bandits, thieves, people who are jerks, and unnecessary deaths.
Roleplay Example:
((Here goes nothing.))
I was wandering outside a village, trying to find a certain item that has been lost. As I was searching, I was stopped by a man who appeared to be a courier.
"Are you Theadrin?" He asked, to which I replied "I am."
"I've got something for you," he pulled something from his pocket. "A letter." He proceeded to hand me the letter then left.
I opened the letter, it read "Theadrin, if you are reading this, leave. Do not ask questions, just leave. -A friend."
Following what the letter said, I packed what belongings I could take and left, unsure of what the meaning was.
After days of travelling I came upon a town with a group of people. When I came close to the group I was stopped by a man. "You got my letter then, good." I asked "Why was I directed here?"
"That old village life didn't appear to suit you. Welcome to your new life, Theadrin," he told me.
((Know that this will not affect my character in the server, this is just a mere example.))
IGN: hanyougirl2010
Age: 22
How did you find this server? : Crusaderz told me about it
IC:
Name: Kida Quin’on
Race: Human
Age: 24
Personality: Somewhat tomboyish, Kida loves meeting new people. She can also be kind of a flirt, being a free spirit in her own way. Even though she is friendly and prefers to avoid trouble, she can be hotheaded and will call people out when she sees something she really doesn’t like, though can sometimes regret it if she gets into deep trouble she could’ve avoided. Can be kind of a potty mouth, and loves to have fun.
Appearance: Measuring around 5’4, Kida has short white hair, tan skin, and caramel brown eyes. She has a slim yet fairly agile figure. Three claw marks run down her left cheek, clearly one of the mementos she had of some kind of past altercation (she has several other scars on her body). She wears a slightly snug blue shirt, dark brown pants, dark brown leather wristbands, a black scarf wrapped around her neck, another piece of black cloth around her waist, and black boots. As her main weapon, she usually carries a naginata strapped onto her back. On her left arm, she has a half sleeve tribal tattoo.
Ambitions: She just wants to explore, have fun, and live her life to the fullest. But who knows, life is a funny thing, and ambitions can change in the blink of an eye.
Likes: Booze, kind and friendly people, traveling, training with her naginata, laughing with friends, being sarcastic, good sex
Dislikes: Meaningless arguments, disrespectful idiots, having to sit still for too long, dead things (not very fond of the stench and gore)
Roleplay Example: Humming to herself, Kida walked merrily up a dirt road to a run down and dirty shack, ignoring the fact that giant mushrooms grew around it uncontrollably and pigs wandered freely in the area, causing a mess and making the place smelly. As she reached the door, she knocked and waited, expecting the house owner to peek out through a small slab in the door. And that he did a few moments later, looking around suspiciously. “Who is it? What’s the password?” Kida rolled her eyes and smiled a bit, leaning slightly against the door with her arm. “Tuk tuk. Do we really have to go through this every time I drop in? It’s not like I came with a huge army to take over, Banemyre.”
The old man opened the door and stepped aside; receiving a pat on the shoulder as the young woman stepped in as he glanced out the door warily. “You never know what can happen. I’m not going to take any chances.” Turning around, Banemyre stepped into the kitchen to grab a used bottle of liquor, clearly having been subject to the elder man and young woman's drinking habits a few days before. “My neighbor for over 30 years was murdered a few weeks back for not being careful. Orcs, by the looks of it.” He spoke as he sat down, a gleeful Kida taking the bottle with a wide grin and taking a swig of it before handing it over to the old man. “Please, old as you may be, you’re as stubborn as an ox. You wouldn’t die so easily,” she replied with a laugh. He simply harrumphed in response and took a swig of the bottle, glancing at the woman for a moment and passing the bottle back.
“Anyway, what brings you to my humble home? You’re not really the type to drop by after such a short time since your last visit.” “I’m moving on, Banemyre. Probably gonna be gone for a long while, so I thought I’d drop by and say my farewells for now.” Kida downed another swig of liquor as Banemyre stared, not surprised by the woman’s decision. “You never were the type to settle down in one place for too long. Where shall you be heading off to then?” “Not really sure, but I might head down to Havereth. Heard things were getting pretty interesting down there, and I thought I’d check it out.” A big grin was plastered on her face, cheeks tinged with a soft pink as the alcohol did its job. Banemyre looked at her seriously, stopping the bottle close to his lips. “Listen to me, Kida. Not much is known of that place. I know you’re a pretty strong girl, but be ready to find anything over there.” With that, he nodded slightly, taking a long swig of liquor before falling back passed out. Kida sighed, moving over to take the bottle, grabbing a nearby blanket and placing it over the old man. “You never could handle your liquor,” she chuckled, taking a final drink out of the bottle and heading towards the door.
As she walked out of the shack and down the dirt road, Banemyre’s words echoed in her mind, though they didn’t worry her at all. In fact, it excited her more about the place. ‘Dangerous, huh? Can’t wait to see what Havereth has to offer’ she thought to herself, grinning widely and humming to herself once more.
(As a side note, RP would be somewhat summarized on the server, such as:
Kida: *takes a swig of mead and sighs happily* Ahh, refreshing!"
Thought I'd add that little detail as well.)
Accepted
Welcome To Hareveth
IGN: Sofetios
Age: 20
How did you find this server?: Minecraft forums
IC:
Name: Sofetios Jayamen
Race: Human
Age: 22
Personality: Sofetios is a calm and kind person. He prefers to think his way out of situations and not using brute force. He only really speaks when he has something relevant to say. He is not one to start a conversation unless he needs to. Sofetios will nearly never fight. He basically borders on being a Pacifist.
Appearance: Sofetios has a green shirt, brown pants, a worn sleeveless brown leather jacket, brown hair, and brown eyes.
Ambitions: Sofetios loves to read and write. also to farm and cook. Sofetios hopes that he can make a living running a bookstore. Maybe even a Bookstore/restaurant.
Likes: Sofetios likes reading, writing, cooking, farming, teaching, philosophical thinking, and many other things.
Dislikes: Sofetios dislikes violence and thugs. Thugs being people who have no regard for others and take what they want through violent and/or non-violent means.
Roleplay Example:
Sofetios was walking down an alleyway, making his way to his bookshop. Sofetios, as usual, was lost in thought. So lost in thought in fact that he didn't notice the person following him. A little later, Sofetios was in a narrow alleyway, when at the end a person jumped in the way. The man looked young and very skinny. Almost starved looking. The man had a knife in his hand and Sofetios was unarmed. They were no farther then 3 feet from each other.
Rather then running, Sofetios Asked,
"What are you doing?"
The man replied, "Give me your Money!" and made a threatening gesture with his knife. Sofetios looked at the man, noticing that the man had a nervous look on his face. Sofetios asked,
"Why are you robbing me?" to which the man replied,
"I need the money, why else?"
"Well why do you need the money." Sofetios asked in reply.
"Why do you care? give me the money, now!" Said the man, to which Sofetios replied,
"Oh I am going to give you the money. there is no doubt about that. I just wanted to know why you needed it. You obviously aren't used to robbery."
"Y-yes I am!" The man said angrily. The man went forward to try and swing the dagger at Sofetios. Sofetios didn't attempt to dodge. The dagger was about to his Sofetios in the arm when the man stopped in mid swing. The man had a look of major conflict in his face.
Sofetios slowly grabbed the mans dagger arm and lowered it, as the man allowed him to do. then Sofetios went to his own money pouch and pulled out a modest amount. Then put it in the mans other hand. Sofetios said,
"You can change who you are, it all has to do with what you believe. " and walked around the man, who was still just standing there.
(( and also, "Tuk-Tuk"))
Accepted
Welcome to Hareveth.
IGN: DarthVanno
Age: 20
How did you find this server?: Through a friend, and another friend. We all use to play on servers back. Oh the prison... the prison.
IC:
Name: Kornig Jaeger
Race: Human
Age: 23-26
Personality: Quiet, well reserved, mostly keeps to himself while enjoying solitude of the forest or mountain areas. He is not well spoken, which makes communication difficult for most, he has an air of being off-putting.
Appearance: Dark haired with dark brown eyes. Wearing simple garb of a hunter.
Ambitions: He simply dreams of building a sustainable life underground, a community of survivors wanting to test their baring in a desolate place.
Likes: Kornig enjoys many things, but by far, he enjoys building and mining. Much of his time is put into the two.
Dislikes: Very few dislikes, but the most dominant is his distaste of Cities. The noise, the pollution, the lack of thrill.
Roleplay Example:
Town Guard: “Now what is it that has brought you to this city?”
Kornig: “Well it not be the stench if yer askin me proper. I came fer information, simple as that.”
Town Guard: “What kind of information are you seeking, lad?”
Kornig: “I be seeking to learn of where I might settle me self. A place where much of yer people stray from.”
Town Guard: “Now why would you want to live in such a place? When our town is so grand and mighty.”
Kornig: “It is for that your town be as grand and mighty, that I find meself searching for a place, where yer people may keep my peace. Tuk Tuk and you will see."
Town Guard: "Tuk Tuk, I shall not Tuk Tuk at you sir, why I'd never!"
Accepted
IGN (This is your Minecraft username): matthew384837
Age: 15
How did you find this server?: On the forums a while back, I decided to wait until the server was up to apply though.
Did you read the rules: Yep, Tuk-Tuk (just in case)
What was your favourite rule: The no kiling livestock rule. Tired of finding my cows dead after an adventure.
Example of God-Modding: Making a character simply overpowered, characters like this are referred to commonly as "Mary Sues."
Example of Power-Gaming: Giving no time for a character to react In-Character, disallowing any interaction whatsoever, such as narrarating a fight all on your own, with you're foe unable to say anything in defense.
Example of Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge in-character, like instantly knowing that some one person is in a certain group without any information given.
IC -
Character Name: Phoenix Elliot
Age: 22
Personality: A boisterous and arrogant, yet clever and cunning young man, he can easily make friends and entice others into working for him. He was born into a more wealthy family, effectively kick-starting his rise to power, including lessons in fighting, molding him into a skilled swordfighter. He hopes to run mines, farms, and herds of livestock, and he chooses business as his means of income.Yet even if he has the skills to found an empire, he managed to lose it all in a night involving clubbing, too many drinks, and fines. Lots of fines.
Appearance: He is of a slim build, has dirty blond hair, emerald green eyes, and the smirk of a businessman. He usually dresses in casual civilian clothing with light armor built in, with his trusty sword, Wyvern's Fang, sheathed with him at all times.
Ambitions: He dreams to be the grand tycoon of business, possibly even the mayor of his own bustling city. He can see the dream so close to being a reality, yet he is always short of influence and funds. He hopes to gain the favor of the populous and the proper coin to make more than just a living.
Likes: Power, land for the taking, development, progress, and alcohol(which by the way is his downfall).
Dislikes: Rival business, arrogance(oh the irony), disrespect, racism, sexism, and discrimination.
Roleplay Example:
Phoenix awoke to a dull thudding on the door, a sign of guests.
"Who's gonna be knocking at-"
he started, interrupted by his own racing mind as he glanced at his grandfather clock.
"Twelve o'clock in the afternoon!?"
He exclaimed, rushing to the door immediately. Upon finally reaching the den, he heard the call,
"Phoenix Elliot, this is the town guard. If we are not let onto the premises within five minutes we will enter by force."
Now in a frantic panic, Phoenix opened the grand front door to be met with three armed guards, one holding a list, slowly reading down. When they have a list, they mean business. And not the kind that earns you money either.
Officer: "Mister Elliot, we have received reports that you have committed seven accounts of property damage and three accounts of assault last night, each ranging from times between eleven in the evening and three in the morning. I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."
Phoenix: "E-Excuse me? I'll tell you I didn't commit a single-"
Officer: "One of those assaults was committed in a pub, you were probably drunk, sir."
Phoenix: "But I just woke up!"
Officer: " That doesn't change anything sir. Now please, if you would come with us, we'll get this sorted out."
Not wanting to create any more trouble, Phoenix decided to give in and follow their orders. While being brought to the courthouse, he did begin to notice a dull headache, and soon his world fogged up and melted away in his shock as he passed out under stress.
I forgot my password to my other account (I'm a nub.) So am using another from now on.
Accepted
matthew384837
IGN: TheDevilsPoet
Age: Age doesn't mean anything, it's the maturity you're looking for. You look at age and you think of the age's maturity level. My maturity level, now, is of about a 20's college student
How did you find this server?: Stalking Dex ;-;
IC:
Name: Tuk
Race: Skaven (Seems interesting, a new race I've never seen.)
Age: Nothing about age was said on the Skaven page so, just to be safe, I'm going to put "37 in Human Years"
Personality: Tuk is fearful, just as all Skaven are. He usually refers to himself in the third person. Usually kind to those he meet, when he isn't afraid. He hates his Skaven nature and hates fearing everything. Other than that, he is enjoyable. When he is around people he does not fear, a rare occurrence, he is hyperactive, and generally happy. A smile on his Skaven face is not a rare occurrence. He is usually not selfish, and is very caring for the wilderness. He'd prefer to stay in the wild than to stay in a town full of strange people. All during this, he tries to overcome his natural Skaven nature, a not-too-easy feat.
Appearance: Tuk is 4'11, and weighs about 140 lbs. His fur is of a darker brown color, the color around his pupils red. He wears a hood and some leaf-green clothes for his life in the wilderness. His voice is of a gentle, but slightly raspy nature. If you look closely, you can see creases of coming-age on his face, as well as bags under his eyes. His body is of an athletic type, agile for the forest and spry for his age. He carries around a large-bladed sharpened stick woven with roots that is in the shape of a dagger on him.
Ambitions: To over-come his Skaven nature of being fearful, as well as learning a craft.
Likes: Trees, rocks, underground caverns, basically anything natural. He also enjoys the company of people he isn't afraid of.
Dislikes: Fear (There is nothing to fear... But fear it's self.), loud noises, things that will destroy what he loves, or his home, and especially he hates orcs for some reason. Maybe it's just how they look to him. He also hates dominance. He'd rather all to be free than few to be punished.
Roleplay Example: Tuk ran through the wild on all fours, hearing the cries of a child. His Skaven nature telling him to turn around and run away, his heart telling him to help it. As he broke through the brush into a clearing, he saw a small bundle in a basket, the source of the noise. Though not appreciating the noise, he slowly moved to it, checking around. He knew that the nearest town was still a ways away. He felt bad for the poor, unwanted child. Hesitantly, he kneeled down into the basket, picking the bundle up into his arms. He moved away some of the cheap cloth to reveal the baby's face, a human. He smiled. The baby looked at him and smiled as well. But Tuk's face grew grim. He knew he can't keep a child, especially a human child. He kneeled back down, putting the baby back in the basket and sitting, pondering what to do for a short while. His Skaven nature conflicting his reason. Eventually, he got up and picked up the basket. He looked in, saying to the child, "Quiet, young one. We will take you into town soon. First we must feed you." After a while, they arrived to another clearing, with bushes carrying small red fruit. Tuk picked off a hand full and crushed them up using a piece of tree, and put it on some bark, feeding it to the child. Night was falling and Tuk noticed. He left the child hidden under some brush and collected leaves and branches to form a shelter they would spend the night in. The day after, Tuk travelled through the forest until coming to the edge of the town. He sighed, looking at the child in the basket. He didn't want to go in, but his heart was telling him he had to. He walked into town, getting strange glances from the inhabitants. He kept stopping people, asking, "Is this your child?", or, "Do you know this child?". He got no responses telling him that the child belonged to anyone. He stepped up to the town hall, his last stop before trying to figure out what to do with the child. He hesitantly looked at the guards, who nodded back with grim looks, and opened the doors. The leader of the town was in the halls, sitting on a large seat. Tuk went up to him.
"H..Hail sire." Tuk said, kneeling down and putting the basket on the ground.
"Get up, Skaven. What do you require?" the leader said. He looked to be very large and in charge to Tuk. Tuk hesitated with getting up, put none-the-less did, picking up the basket with him.
"Sir-e.. I found a small b-baby in the forest. I do not know who he belongs to..." Tuk said hesitantly, shuffling his feet.
"Show me the child then, Skaven." the leader said, resting his arm on his knee and leaning inwards towards Tuk. Tuk moved closer and removed the cloth from the basket, revealing the face. The leader gasped, and grinned, jumping up and raising his arms above his head. "Skaven! You have found my lost child taken from me the night of yesterday! Thank you! What is your name, and what reward do you wish?" he said, taking the basket from Tuk with little resistance. Tuk shuffled again, and looked at his feet.
"My name is Tuk, and I am a wanderer of the forest. The only favor I ask in return is for a little bit of material for a shelter of my own." he said hesitantly.
The leader grinned, looking in the basket. "So be it then, Tuk, Wanderer of the Forest. My men shall have a cart outside waiting for you. Thank you!"
Tuk blushed, and stood awkwardly before turning and leaving. When he got outside, he took the cart humbly from the men and moved out back to the forest, his home and his heart. He smiled after a while, realizing what feat he came over as a Skaven. He moved faster after that, towards the forest.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk of the Jungle.
(I literally did all that just to do that. If you didn't notice, Tuk-Tuk.)
Hello and thank you for applying to our server.
Your app is well written.
Accepted
Seems I'm not whitelisted...
It's no problem, and call me Poet. That's what most people
hatecall me.IGN (This is your Minecraft username): 19Baker96
Age: 17
How did you find this server?: MC forums
Did you read the rules: Yes I did
What was your favourite rule: The fact about not spamming OOC. I hate a stuffy chat
Example of God-Modding: Using Creative mode during a raid
Example of Power-Gaming: Like *Slices you in half* Obviously its being un realistic or forcing that upon another RP'er
Example of Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge in IC
IC -
Character Name: Aloyns Peridot
Age: 19
Personality: Very nice, kinda shy and can keep his temper in most situations
Appearance: Brown jacket with a white shirt underneath, Mop of brown hair and wears generally brown pants
Ambitions: To travel, study magic and find peace and make a nice mountain home
Likes: Cats, Warriors, Cooking, Sleeping
Dislikes: Anger, Mean People, Undead
Roleplay Example:
Town-Baker: "Good evening sir!, could I interest you in buying some homemade bread?"
Aloyns: "I'm incredibly sorry sir, but I need to use my money for other things. Perhaps some other time?"
Town-Baker: "Here here then, on me, enjoy your night lad!" -Places a loaf in Aloyns's hands-
Aloyns: "Sir that isn't necessary..."
Town-Baker: "Pfft, do not insult me, enjoy your night aloyns!"
Aloyns: "Uh..."
Aloyns "Places a few copper on the table next to stall anyways."
Aloyns "Indeed, enjoy your night."
Hello and thank you for applying to our server.
I'm sorry to say I cannot accept you.
1. Your Appearance and Personality are much too short.
2. Fix your God-modding and Power gaming.
Hope you try again, until then,
Denied