Why don't White-Listers have Whitelisting perms? Usually on servers there's a separate rank called Whitelister that only has the permissions to /whitelist add [Name] or /whitelist list
(Was whitelister on several servers)
I just need to say real quick that I might not be able to be on the server much in the near future as I will be moving to another room soon. I should be able to be on often as soon as I can move to my new room.
Why don't White-Listers have Whitelisting perms? Usually on servers there's a separate rank called Whitelister that only has the permissions to /whitelist add [Name] or /whitelist list
(Was whitelister on several servers)
Thank you Poet for your contribution to the whitelister civil rights movement. Because of you, us whitelisters (just myself currently) can now add people to the whitelist. This is a glorious day in Hareveth,
How did you find this server?: I'm a close friend of Vas's. When I heard that he and Coast had a server I came running!
Did you read the rules: Tuk-Tuk.
What was your favourite rule: The idea of announcing a raid and giving your defenders some time to actually collect themselves before you storm them with pvp.
Example of God-Modding: Giving your character an insane amount of unlikely and unrealistic abilities. (i.e. a human who can fly, breathe underwater, and dodge arrows.)
Example of Power-Gaming: *Punches Vanno straight in the face, sending him flying through a pillar* (If you forcibly resolve your own actions without leaving room for the defending player to decide whether your action actually resolves)
Example of Metagaming: Knowing that Tyler has drugs in his chest and going to steal them, even though Ven Rose has never seen or heard about the possibility of cocaine being present in the area (Couldn't help myself!)
IC -
Character Name: Ven Rose
Age: 17
Personality: Ven Rose is a quiet and thoughtful young man. However, underneath the facade of ignorance and complacency hides a wisdom that extends far beyond his years. When he speaks it becomes apparent just what sort of trials and tribulations Ven Rose has faced, his strong mind shining through. Giving off an aura of indifference in most situations, he is quite used to the surprised expressions from others when they learn of his selfless tendencies and fiery determination. Although not super outspoken, Ven Rose has a personality that, once warmed up to, makes him a valuable friend and a trustworthy ally to even the most disagreeable of people.
Appearance: Dark blue hair, vibrant green eyes, light skin, five-foot-ten, thin with a very muscular, defined frame. He wears an eye patch over his left eye that is embroidered with a detailed image of a rose bloom and sports a gold ring in both ears, and usually keeps his mouth and neck swathed up in a thick scarlet scarf with a tail that flows gently in the wind. With a thin brow, his one eye severe and sharply defined, high cheekbones, delicate and angular nose, and strong jawline, Ven could actually be considered a handsome boy. He usually wears a black leather jerkin with a white undershirt and elk breeches, the whole getup crisscrossed with leather straps and holsters for various tools or weapons depending on the day's activities.
Ambitions: Seeking lost companions from the past, and becoming a strong, fearless, steadfast defender of justice in their absence. He is constantly trying to become stronger to quell his fear of the dark.
Likes: Anyone with a strong sense of justice or a fine amount of hospitality, his friends, apples, the pursuit of knowledge, a good novel, interesting or odd people, anything that spells adventure
Dislikes: Water, indecisiveness, women, cold and windy days, anything of or relating to darkness. (As in the evil, not the absence of light)
Roleplay Example:
Ven leaned back, throwing his dusty boots, legs crossed, onto the counter top as he reclined. From a few moments of rummaging through his drawer he finally managed to produce a small, leather-bound volume from within its mixed-up contents. "Now....where were we....." he muttered, holding the tome in hand, thumbing through its pages with deliberation.
In the beginnings of the world there were a couple men living out in the woods, they were hunters and damn good at their profession. They peddled their hides and meats at any town they could get to and they spread their names as hunters. They tried to make a name, and a fortune, for themselves through trading what nature provided them. They saw it as a good means of living, the supply would never dwindle and the demand would only grow. As time went on the two hunters had slowly grown a small fortune for themselves and they made their hut in the woods into a true manor. It was a sight to be seen, though hidden deep in the darkness of the woods. They were pleased with their progress and continued to make sure their wealth only grew.
A couple years later the two were getting supplies ready for another round of trading when a sense of darkness filled their basement. Their torches were blown out and the room went into near darkness, the only light coming from their cellar door. A voice began to speak to them, it sounded of a thousand souls wailing in agony. It threatened not only the two hunters, but the all the living beings in this world. The hunters scoffed at the voice in disbelief of the voice's power, and thought of it as nothing. In that moment they were overcome with a sense of weakness, their bodies felt frail, but only for a moment. The two men were struck dumb as the voice yet again threatened them with death. It spoke of the curse that had been placed on them, the same curse that had been placed on those that lived on these lands long before they did. Then in a flash the room felt empty, the voice's presence could no longer be felt.
The two hunters still somewhat in disbelief of the voice re-lit their torches and began working again discussing the events that had just occurred. As they worked an old man burst through their door, the men got up quickly and took to arms facing the old man. As they stood there the old one talked of the voice and the dangers of it. He spoke of the time before the present, he claimed to the be only survivor of those times. As he spoke another man made his way into the basement, the old one claimed him to be "the chosen one." The one to fight the evil and bring all the people of the world through these horrid times.
The hunters decided to take arms with the man and follow him across the world to his home, Dragon's Crest. The city of riches, the city inside a mountain. The city wasn't much at the time, though it was rich in ores and weapons. The hunters worked hard along side the chosen one and set up a defense for the city, they prepared for an inevitable attack by the voice. As they laid the last portion of their wall the old one came forward and stood in front of the people of the town, not speaking very much. The man's face changed, it became dark and the sense of evil filled the area once again. The old man was the voice, the old man was the manifestation of the voice. The men quickly armed themselves and prepared for the worst. Giant spiders climbed over their poorly built walls and began ravaging the town. The hunters and the chosen one fought them all off wave after wave. After the bodies were cleared away the voice came back and fought the three men. After the fight one hunter took the mask the voice had worn and kept it as a trophy of the victory. The town gave the hunters a sword, a very well made sword, as a gift of gratitude.
The hunters returned home after their victory over the voice and hanged the sword up on their wall, the mask however was kept by Ethyn and worn as a symbol for all other evil to look upon. As the sun set and the moon rose that night there was a terrible, ground shaking force that moved across the land. The glasses the hunters had on a table tipped when the shaking began. The hunters quickly went outside to see what happen, or what had caused the rumble. Once they were outside the moans of tortured souls became abundantly clear. Evil had made its way into the world and made itself a prevalent force.
With evil emerging into the world and one successful killing of a true evil force the hunters saw a new way to gain fame and fortune. They turned to monster hunting as a new way of life. They already knew how to track, how to use a bow, and they were in good physical shape. They used what they knew and hunted down beasts night after night waiting for another true evil force to emerge and give them a true challenge. As the days came and went the hunters traveled to villages and towns looking for their next challenge. Eventually they came across a farm that had a giant coming and killing nearby farmers and stealing sheep. The hunters, egos filled and minds cloudy, went up into the mountains after the giant. They searched for a few days, but finally found his den. As they approached they made no attempt at being subtle and the giant took notice. Ethyn was quickly thrown from the den, but his partner, Christopher, was not so lucky. Christopher was torn apart as Ethyn laid in a bush close to death. The giant came out in search of Ethyn, but couldn't find him among all the brush.
After his partner's untimely death Ethyn left his manor in the forest and moved to a nearby town, Larkshire. He brought with him everything he could from the manor and was welcomed into the town. He took it upon himself to build a new home, something to help him forget the manor. He spent months building his home and in the end it was a magnificent, new manor. It was one of the taller buildings in the town and he took pride in his work. As much as he loved his work, Ethyn felt alone. He was missing something in his life. He set out to find another partner in life. He traveled for a year and found himself another partner, a wife. He met her in a small farm near a dense forest, she was too a hunter. While traveling back home with his new wife he met another man, a fierce fighter named Baldr. They all returned back to his home in Larkshire, Ethyn had begun to rebuild his group of hunters. He quickly named them The Hunter's Guild and began to recruit more and more people into it.
As his guild grew Ethyn decided it was time to move on from Larkshire. He ventured out with his new group consisting of five brave hunters. He had Kasie, Kornig, Baldr, and VenRose by his side now and they set off into the woods to make a new home, a safer home. After traveling a small distance from Larkshire they found their new home, Wolfden.
The same, after we all went our separate ways with your server I went looking for another. Eventually became part of a staff in a mmo with 1000-2000 players. was insane.Got bored within the last few months though and bid farwell to them. Back to working on my own server ideas again, which will probably not make it off the ground XD but...hey, its entertaining. Its good to run into you though. Come back to Aeonis because of Coast? or trying to relive old memories?
Maybe I will consider applying too... return of the lapis and my semi-psychotic leadership
OOC: IGN (This is your Minecraft username): JrClemons
Age: 16
How did you find this server?: This page came up as a search result for "Custom Minecraft Terrain
Map"Did you read the rules: Yessir
What was your favourite rule: This is a mature server
Example of God-Modding: Inhuman capabilities
Example of Power-Gaming: *InsertPlayerNameHere sends LackOfaBetterName flying with a punch to his chest*
Example of Metagaming: The publication of "secret" locations, persons, etc. over OOC and using it IC
IC - Character Name: Zachaeres Amirov
Age: 25
Personality: Sketchy, realistic, closed.
Appearance:In a white lab coat with a slight grey tint. Jars of "samples" are found around the waistline outside his lab coat. Caucasian with blue eyes and a red eyepiece over his right eye.
Ambitions: Wants to acquire as much knowledge known to man. Also want to have the gift of so called "socializing" but most steer clear of Zachaeres, possibly due to his closed and realistic personality.
Likes: Science, Order, Isolation, Knowledge, Big trees, "rare" stones, Chaos, Socialization, Collecting books, Studying numerous things
Dislikes: Being told otherwise. Wrongness.
Roleplay Example:
Zachaeres: Grimm?...
Zachaeres: (With intent) Grimm?... (Whispers to himself) Where has that damned droid gone now?
Zachaeres: GRIMM!?
Grimm: (Entering the room) Yes Zachares?
Zachaeres: (Sternly) Grimm. What have you done with the Xychorium Ice samples?
Grimm: (Confused) I havn't done anything with them... (Grimm thinks for a few seconds) Last I saw them is in the heat chamber.
Zachaeres: (Confused) Well why the hell is the ICE sample in a HEAT chamber?!
Grimm: I do believe I overheard something you said about testing their melting point...
Zachaeres: Oh... Must've slipped my mind... Sorry for yelling then...
Grimm: It's alright. I'll go grab the samples and record the results. In the meantime, you my friend NEED to get some sleep. You've been up for days, hell weeks possibly working on these different samples. Now go, get some rest for the sake of your sanity.
Zachaeres: (drowzy) You're right Grimm, I shall get some sleep then. It's just that this is possibly my greatest discovery yet, I'm just obsessed, that's all...Good night Grimm.
Grimm: Good night Zachaeres, see you in the morning or possibly the afternoon for once in your life. Zachaeres cracks a smile at the remark.
my favorite rule is When in a persons home, town or city there will be absolutely no killing of said persons livestock.
insta health
insta kill
out of character action
IC- in character
Pine wisp
17
Pine wisp likes farming and exploring, he enjoys living in a cabin in the woods near a lake or river or in a small town, He is adventurous, brave, and exciting. Pine helps many people in need and hunts for food to sell, He is a nice quiet gentleman who doesn't judge by race but by actions.
Pine wisp looks like an old western cowboy
Pine wisps most desirable ambition is to unite all the races into peace
Likes- Pine is very humble and always puts others before himself
dislike- Pine can get very mad and stop in the middle of what he is doing
RP example:
It was almost dawn, and all the people of silver oak were ready to take over the rancid pirates in which had the captives. The time was set, they weren't expecting a thing, "ready" whispers pine to the other soldiers, "3" "2" "1" "Charge" they ran out in a blaze of glory. This would be the last time anyone messed with the people of the town of silver oak.
(Was whitelister on several servers)
Thank you Poet for your contribution to the whitelister civil rights movement. Because of you, us whitelisters (just myself currently) can now add people to the whitelist. This is a glorious day in Hareveth,
Age: 20
How did you find this server?: I'm a close friend of Vas's. When I heard that he and Coast had a server I came running!
Did you read the rules: Tuk-Tuk.
What was your favourite rule: The idea of announcing a raid and giving your defenders some time to actually collect themselves before you storm them with pvp.
Example of God-Modding: Giving your character an insane amount of unlikely and unrealistic abilities. (i.e. a human who can fly, breathe underwater, and dodge arrows.)
Example of Power-Gaming: *Punches Vanno straight in the face, sending him flying through a pillar* (If you forcibly resolve your own actions without leaving room for the defending player to decide whether your action actually resolves)
Example of Metagaming: Knowing that Tyler has drugs in his chest and going to steal them, even though Ven Rose has never seen or heard about the possibility of cocaine being present in the area (Couldn't help myself!)
IC -
Character Name: Ven Rose
Age: 17
Personality: Ven Rose is a quiet and thoughtful young man. However, underneath the facade of ignorance and complacency hides a wisdom that extends far beyond his years. When he speaks it becomes apparent just what sort of trials and tribulations Ven Rose has faced, his strong mind shining through. Giving off an aura of indifference in most situations, he is quite used to the surprised expressions from others when they learn of his selfless tendencies and fiery determination. Although not super outspoken, Ven Rose has a personality that, once warmed up to, makes him a valuable friend and a trustworthy ally to even the most disagreeable of people.
Appearance: Dark blue hair, vibrant green eyes, light skin, five-foot-ten, thin with a very muscular, defined frame. He wears an eye patch over his left eye that is embroidered with a detailed image of a rose bloom and sports a gold ring in both ears, and usually keeps his mouth and neck swathed up in a thick scarlet scarf with a tail that flows gently in the wind. With a thin brow, his one eye severe and sharply defined, high cheekbones, delicate and angular nose, and strong jawline, Ven could actually be considered a handsome boy. He usually wears a black leather jerkin with a white undershirt and elk breeches, the whole getup crisscrossed with leather straps and holsters for various tools or weapons depending on the day's activities.
Ambitions: Seeking lost companions from the past, and becoming a strong, fearless, steadfast defender of justice in their absence. He is constantly trying to become stronger to quell his fear of the dark.
Likes: Anyone with a strong sense of justice or a fine amount of hospitality, his friends, apples, the pursuit of knowledge, a good novel, interesting or odd people, anything that spells adventure
Dislikes: Water, indecisiveness, women, cold and windy days, anything of or relating to darkness. (As in the evil, not the absence of light)
Roleplay Example:
Ven leaned back, throwing his dusty boots, legs crossed, onto the counter top as he reclined. From a few moments of rummaging through his drawer he finally managed to produce a small, leather-bound volume from within its mixed-up contents. "Now....where were we....." he muttered, holding the tome in hand, thumbing through its pages with deliberation.
Hello and thank you for applying to our server.
Accepted
In the beginnings of the world there were a couple men living out in the woods, they were hunters and damn good at their profession. They peddled their hides and meats at any town they could get to and they spread their names as hunters. They tried to make a name, and a fortune, for themselves through trading what nature provided them. They saw it as a good means of living, the supply would never dwindle and the demand would only grow. As time went on the two hunters had slowly grown a small fortune for themselves and they made their hut in the woods into a true manor. It was a sight to be seen, though hidden deep in the darkness of the woods. They were pleased with their progress and continued to make sure their wealth only grew.
A couple years later the two were getting supplies ready for another round of trading when a sense of darkness filled their basement. Their torches were blown out and the room went into near darkness, the only light coming from their cellar door. A voice began to speak to them, it sounded of a thousand souls wailing in agony. It threatened not only the two hunters, but the all the living beings in this world. The hunters scoffed at the voice in disbelief of the voice's power, and thought of it as nothing. In that moment they were overcome with a sense of weakness, their bodies felt frail, but only for a moment. The two men were struck dumb as the voice yet again threatened them with death. It spoke of the curse that had been placed on them, the same curse that had been placed on those that lived on these lands long before they did. Then in a flash the room felt empty, the voice's presence could no longer be felt.
The two hunters still somewhat in disbelief of the voice re-lit their torches and began working again discussing the events that had just occurred. As they worked an old man burst through their door, the men got up quickly and took to arms facing the old man. As they stood there the old one talked of the voice and the dangers of it. He spoke of the time before the present, he claimed to the be only survivor of those times. As he spoke another man made his way into the basement, the old one claimed him to be "the chosen one." The one to fight the evil and bring all the people of the world through these horrid times.
The hunters decided to take arms with the man and follow him across the world to his home, Dragon's Crest. The city of riches, the city inside a mountain. The city wasn't much at the time, though it was rich in ores and weapons. The hunters worked hard along side the chosen one and set up a defense for the city, they prepared for an inevitable attack by the voice. As they laid the last portion of their wall the old one came forward and stood in front of the people of the town, not speaking very much. The man's face changed, it became dark and the sense of evil filled the area once again. The old man was the voice, the old man was the manifestation of the voice. The men quickly armed themselves and prepared for the worst. Giant spiders climbed over their poorly built walls and began ravaging the town. The hunters and the chosen one fought them all off wave after wave. After the bodies were cleared away the voice came back and fought the three men. After the fight one hunter took the mask the voice had worn and kept it as a trophy of the victory. The town gave the hunters a sword, a very well made sword, as a gift of gratitude.
The hunters returned home after their victory over the voice and hanged the sword up on their wall, the mask however was kept by Ethyn and worn as a symbol for all other evil to look upon. As the sun set and the moon rose that night there was a terrible, ground shaking force that moved across the land. The glasses the hunters had on a table tipped when the shaking began. The hunters quickly went outside to see what happen, or what had caused the rumble. Once they were outside the moans of tortured souls became abundantly clear. Evil had made its way into the world and made itself a prevalent force.
With evil emerging into the world and one successful killing of a true evil force the hunters saw a new way to gain fame and fortune. They turned to monster hunting as a new way of life. They already knew how to track, how to use a bow, and they were in good physical shape. They used what they knew and hunted down beasts night after night waiting for another true evil force to emerge and give them a true challenge. As the days came and went the hunters traveled to villages and towns looking for their next challenge. Eventually they came across a farm that had a giant coming and killing nearby farmers and stealing sheep. The hunters, egos filled and minds cloudy, went up into the mountains after the giant. They searched for a few days, but finally found his den. As they approached they made no attempt at being subtle and the giant took notice. Ethyn was quickly thrown from the den, but his partner, Christopher, was not so lucky. Christopher was torn apart as Ethyn laid in a bush close to death. The giant came out in search of Ethyn, but couldn't find him among all the brush.
After his partner's untimely death Ethyn left his manor in the forest and moved to a nearby town, Larkshire. He brought with him everything he could from the manor and was welcomed into the town. He took it upon himself to build a new home, something to help him forget the manor. He spent months building his home and in the end it was a magnificent, new manor. It was one of the taller buildings in the town and he took pride in his work. As much as he loved his work, Ethyn felt alone. He was missing something in his life. He set out to find another partner in life. He traveled for a year and found himself another partner, a wife. He met her in a small farm near a dense forest, she was too a hunter. While traveling back home with his new wife he met another man, a fierce fighter named Baldr. They all returned back to his home in Larkshire, Ethyn had begun to rebuild his group of hunters. He quickly named them The Hunter's Guild and began to recruit more and more people into it.
As his guild grew Ethyn decided it was time to move on from Larkshire. He ventured out with his new group consisting of five brave hunters. He had Kasie, Kornig, Baldr, and VenRose by his side now and they set off into the woods to make a new home, a safer home. After traveling a small distance from Larkshire they found their new home, Wolfden.
Maybe I will consider applying too... return of the lapis and my semi-psychotic leadership
IGN (This is your Minecraft username): JrClemons
Age: 16
How did you find this server?: This page came up as a search result for "Custom Minecraft Terrain
Map"Did you read the rules: Yessir
What was your favourite rule: This is a mature server
Example of God-Modding: Inhuman capabilities
Example of Power-Gaming: *InsertPlayerNameHere sends LackOfaBetterName flying with a punch to his chest*
Example of Metagaming: The publication of "secret" locations, persons, etc. over OOC and using it IC
IC -
Character Name: Zachaeres Amirov
Age: 25
Personality: Sketchy, realistic, closed.
Appearance: In a white lab coat with a slight grey tint. Jars of "samples" are found around the waistline
outside his lab coat. Caucasian with blue eyes and a red eyepiece over his right eye.
Ambitions: Wants to acquire as much knowledge known to man. Also want to have the gift of so called "socializing" but most steer clear of Zachaeres, possibly due to his closed and realistic personality.
Likes: Science, Order, Isolation, Knowledge, Big trees, "rare" stones, Chaos, Socialization, Collecting books, Studying numerous things
Dislikes: Being told otherwise. Wrongness.
Roleplay Example:
Zachaeres: Grimm?...
Zachaeres: (With intent) Grimm?... (Whispers to himself) Where has that damned droid gone now?
Zachaeres: GRIMM!?
Grimm: (Entering the room) Yes Zachares?
Zachaeres: (Sternly) Grimm. What have you done with the Xychorium Ice samples?
Grimm: (Confused) I havn't done anything with them... (Grimm thinks for a few seconds) Last I saw them is in the heat chamber.
Zachaeres: (Confused) Well why the hell is the ICE sample in a HEAT chamber?!
Grimm: I do believe I overheard something you said about testing their melting point...
Zachaeres: Oh... Must've slipped my mind... Sorry for yelling then...
Grimm: It's alright. I'll go grab the samples and record the results. In the meantime, you my friend NEED to get some sleep. You've been up for days, hell weeks possibly working on these different samples. Now go, get some rest for the sake of your sanity.
Zachaeres: (drowzy) You're right Grimm, I shall get some sleep then. It's just that this is possibly my greatest discovery yet, I'm just obsessed, that's all...Good night Grimm.
Grimm: Good night Zachaeres, see you in the morning or possibly the afternoon for once in your life.
Zachaeres cracks a smile at the remark.
quiet
15
looking for hardcore roleplay servers
quiet
yes
my favorite rule is When in a persons home, town or city there will be absolutely no killing of said persons livestock.
insta health
insta kill
out of character action
IC- in character
Pine wisp
17
Pine wisp likes farming and exploring, he enjoys living in a cabin in the woods near a lake or river or in a small town, He is adventurous, brave, and exciting. Pine helps many people in need and hunts for food to sell, He is a nice quiet gentleman who doesn't judge by race but by actions.
Pine wisp looks like an old western cowboy
Pine wisps most desirable ambition is to unite all the races into peace
Likes- Pine is very humble and always puts others before himself
dislike- Pine can get very mad and stop in the middle of what he is doing
RP example:
It was almost dawn, and all the people of silver oak were ready to take over the rancid pirates in which had the captives. The time was set, they weren't expecting a thing, "ready" whispers pine to the other soldiers, "3" "2" "1" "Charge" they ran out in a blaze of glory. This would be the last time anyone messed with the people of the town of silver oak.
seems this server is ALSO ded D:
why are all the goodens ded?