The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
8/18/2011
Posts:
104
Minecraft:
WholeGrainWheat
Member Details
Double Defer
Maddddddeeeeyyyy - On any other day this would likely be a reject, so I want you to re-think your app carefully. First and foremost, your powergaming definition is incorrect. Secondly, a character with purple hair and red eyes simply isn't achievable by this server's point in history, nor would they occur naturally. Thirdly, your biography is absolutely filled to the brim with cliches and is a bit lacking in...substance, for lack of a better word. Fourthly, your character doesn't have any weaknesses besides being a bit clumsy and short-tempered (which I don't really consider a weakness as much as a personality trait). Fifthly, without special staff permission as of right now, you cannot apply as an alchemist yet, much less a 14-year-old one. I'd suggest almost entirely rewriting your app, and your next chance is your last. Good luck.
We're a fairly small community, but Silver Gaming servers have always been tightly-knit, and we do our best to include roleplayers of all stripes. I'd recommend joining, but, well, I'm sort of biased in that respect.
I do hope that you consider applying, though, I think that we've got a truly innovative server that can be enjoyed by all kinds.
This is a 'mini-application' as I have already been accepted to this server and I am just applying for a new character.
Character Information
Name: Perry Backstrum
Age: 25
Class: Archer/Berserker
Physical description: Perry measures at 6ft(183cm), 150lbs(68kg). Though he does seem pretty slim, he isn't to say unathletic. However, saying he is very strong would be a lie. He has somewhat pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes.
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like):
Perry was born to two loveable parents in the northern part of the Mountain Clans, where summer days and winter nights lasted the whole 24 hours. His father, then 41, was a respected confederate and politician working to modernize the government and lighten what other nations have said were 'barbaric' principles.
As his father worked and travelled the world, he took Perry along with him. Perry always had this certain charm about him that people seemed to love - though some just thought it as a below-average intelligence. But it couldn't be denied that whatever Perry lacked in IQ, he made up for it with his say-before-thinking mouth and his big heart. And so his father never had a bad day for long. Seeing Perry's face always cheered him up and reminded him why he became a politician in the first place.
Weeks turned into months and months turned into years, and Perry couldn't keep travelling with his father as he had to start his education; something that was exclusive to highborns, nobles, and the gifted. Starting from day one, Perry was labeled as the troublemaker. He got along great with the other students, not so much with the teachers. One of the teachers seemed to be set straight on finding whatever excuse she could to punish Perry, which usually ended up with a bruise on his palms or backside. And Perry never had any bad intentions. He just couldn’t seem to quite understand when to keep his mouth shut. However, this didn’t have any negative effects on his social life. In fact, he was very popular within his peers. The other boys would always enjoy hanging around with him and the girls… well, they couldn’t keep their eyes off him.
Even as his popularity grew as the years passed, Perry never had someone to call his best friend. Sure, he had tons of friends that was willing to take him hunting, or go joke around with. But he never had a person he could just talk to. Perhaps it would have been easier if he weren’t born into the Mountain Clans, where masculinity and physical strength was considered the norm. Showing any signs of emotional vulnerability would have you shunned like carrot cake blended with ketchup into a smoothie. So, Perry learned to always hide his weak side and show his charismatic, joking self and only that. But, as fate would have it, that all changed when he met Helena.
Helena was from a southern clan. She moved here when her father, another politician, decided to team up with Perry’s to start uniting the clans together. Perry had never seen a girl like her before. So what did he do when he first approached her? It was obvious.
“Hey! I think I’m attracted to you.”
“Oh! Uh…Haha… I’m Helena!”
“Oh woops! I slipped my tongue. I meant to I say I think I’m attached to… poo-... Uh.. I’m Perry!”
Helena giggled and shook his hand. Perry, red with embarrassment, gave a flustered chuckle. And that was the start of the love of Perry’s life, at age 17. Or so he thought. It ended abruptly when, just half a year in, he caught Helena cheating on him. Perry, having never actually loved anyone before, was heartbroken. He never felt so betrayed in his life. And with no real friends to go to, he separated himself from the others. He hid himself more and more and revealed a new side of him.
Cold and determined, he forcefully hid away his sweet and happy personality and did anything to abolish that reputation and create a new one. So, Perry enrolled into the Army.
Everyone knew who he was. He was nobility. His father was one of the most important people in the Mountain Clans. And because of that, the entire Army set up to push him into the ground and make him feel worthless. Perry never backed down. He slowly gained the respect of fellow warriors and proved his relentless will could overpower raw physical strength. For three years, he let his reputation grow. And as it grew, his heart became colder and colder until it was a beating block of ice.
He was discharged at the age of 21, having served three and a half years in the Army. He kept living an isolated life. He stayed away from his family and his friends only ever called him if there was a big party of meeting. It was as if he was cursed since birth to never have a meaningful relationship.
And that curse was about to be broken.
Perry was jogging around the newly built buildings when he was approaching a corner. A girl was nose deep into a book while approaching a corner. What happened next was obvious. The two walked on different lanes because they were smart enough to do so and avoided hitting each other. Their lives continued on uninterrupted. A few minutes later, Perry turned another corner. Well, he almost turned the corner. He collided with a lady turning the same corner. Perry managed to grab her just before she fell, but tripped himself. In a swirl of moves, Perry managed to turn them around and cushion the fall for her.
Perry blinked. He took a deep breath as he looked at the sky. He turned to look at the person, ready to scream. “What the absolute f-” She was crying, clutching something in her hands. “...Hey..” He cleared his throat. “Hey! I said-! I.. I said…” Perry looked at her, wondering if there really was something wrong. “Are you.. Ahem. Are you alright?” He kneeled down next to her and saw that she was holding a piece of paper. He reached out his hand. “Come on. You can cry sitting up.” She looked up at him for the first time. She nodded and took his hand. “I’m… I’m sorry. I was just… My… My father. He’s..” She trailed off. “So that’s what the note is. I’m sure he was a great soldier.” Written letters were rare around here. They were only sent by the government or chiefs for maximum privacy due to the sensitivity of the matter. And he’s seen enough of the letters being sent from the army to know what the paper said. They leaned against the wall. “I’m Perry, by the way. Perry Backstrum.” She glanced at him. “I think that’s obvious. We were in the same class. I’m Grace.”
“Yeah! Half a year! She kept calling me ‘Peddy Poo’ for half a year!” They laughed. “...Thanks, Perry. Thanks for this.” Perry smiled. She stood up. “I’ve kept you here long enough. I should get going. Let’s talk again sometime.” She smiled at him. They said there byes and Perry stood there for a while.
He took a deep breath. He felt free.
For three years, he lived freely as his normal self, with the addition of having his best friend. However, that changed when he received a letter from the hospital. His father was dying and wished for one last favour from Perry. His father never wanted to force anything onto his son. If Perry didn’t wish to continue his legacy and become a politician, that was perfectly okay with him. But he had one wish. The only thing that his father would ever ask of Perry was on his last day on the Motherland. His father gave him a letter. Perry opened it.
Perry checked his crate and bag one last time. He nodded. Everything was packed, and the carriage was waiting outside his manor. “Looks like the hero is ready to go and save the world.” Perry turned around. “Grace! ..Haha, yeah. I guess I am.” Perry walked over and gave her a hug. He then kneeled down and poked at her belly. “Hey little guy. You can’t hear me yet… but Uncle Perry’s gonna be gone for a while. Don’t you worry, I’ll be back before you’re 4 foot!” He grins. “You take care of your mother and father for me, okay?” He stood up. “Don’t miss me too much!” Grace giggled. “I’ll try not to.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Be safe. Write to me, okay?” Perry grinned. “Alright, alright.”
And with that, Perry was off.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To enjoy his time and help build the reputation of the Mountain Clans. One day, Perry wishes to return to his homeland and be with his friends and Grace.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Perry’s strengths mostly come from his characteristics. He has an unrelenting will, giant heart, and a warm smile. He’s not strong, but he is quite the runner. And his three years learning guerilla warfare in the Mountain Clans has enabled him to hold his own with a bow against the best of them.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.):
Perry may not be weak, but he can easily be overcome during a fight when it comes down to brawns vs brawns. Definitely not the SMARTEST person in the world, and sometimes voices his opinions too much.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish):
I believe this was explained in the bio to the best of my abilities.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a somewhat severe injury.
Perry winced after every step he took. He couldn’t quite tell for sure, but his right ankle was definitely sprained, at the very least. “Well, of course this is the type of luck I’m going to get.” He looks ahead and sees the tavern, a couple hundred meters off. He takes a deep breath and limps his way forward.
“Need help?” Perry turns around, seeing a man dressed in black. He smiles. “Thank the fathers you saw me… I just need to get to that taver-” The stranger steps on his ankle, causing Perry to fall down screaming. “AHHHHH!” He turns at the stranger again, ready to fight. But before he could act, he was struck with a blunt object and knocked out.
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
“Come he’a ya ****! I’mma teach ye for openin’ ye mouth!” A giant, muscular man made his way over to Perry. Perry quickly got up, fearing for his life. “No! No! Bad dog! Sit!” The giant wasn’t getting any further so Perry went behind the bar, where the bartender was hiding. “Please? Oh god, please! Are you even HUMAN?” The giant roared and took a swing at him. Perry ducked and took this chance to sprint towards the door. “Oh, ye ain’t ge’in away from me!” The giant boomed. He took out a sword and threw it at Perry, missing by a hair. Perry screamed. “Seriously! I almost died!” Perry dives out the tavern door and runs as fast as he can to his home.
It's always nice to see bright, new faces around on the server. Your app was fantastic, but wasn't exactly how I imagined the northen clans to be like. Nonethelss, you showed a different, more civilized side of the clans. Welcome to the server~ If you give me one moment, I'll add you to the whitelist.
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? Already in it.
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: When you force RP on another person in a way that does not give them any way to respond, i.e. “Bob backflips and takes off Joe's head off with his vicious spinning kick.”
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: When you use information gathered while out of character in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is when you take the place of a different character in a different world, and act as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have the proper permission, whether indicated through RP or expressly given OOC, and if you have a VA/VAA/Are acting in self-defense.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC channel, or in double parentheses, however, the second is discouraged, as to prevent spam in the IC channel.
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? Yes, in the previous 2 SG servers, and a multitude of RP servers and text-based RPs before that.
Character Information
Name: Silas Albert Hansen.
Age: 42.
Class: Farmer/Craftsman.
Physical description: Silas is a fairly short man, at 5 feet 9 inches tall, and the permanent slump that he stands in certainly doesn't help. Silas is also as thin as a post, his clothes almost hanging off of him. However, the most noticeable thing about Silas is that all of his extremities, including nearly all of his face, are covered in tightly-wrapped bandages. While the bandages are professionally done, they are cut in several places, exposing lumpy and deformed skin. The bandages on his upper arms are stained with a variety of substances, blood, and what looks to be some kind of pus, however, any form of dirt is notably absent, and Silas seems to be a VERY clean person, despite the stained bandages. He wears a threadbare, gray cloth shirt that is torn in several places, however, no skin is exposed, as the tears only show more bandages underneath. Underneath all of those bandages and threadbare clothes, Silas is... Quite the unattractive person. All over his body are pale splotches, scabby wounds that refuse to close, and plenty of rashes. He constantly seems to have a runny nose, and nosebleeds are common for him, which is why his slightly splotchy nose is revealed. These are a constant source of soreness for Silas, and thus he moves very gingerly.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like): It was almost a certainty that Silas would end up as a doctor. His father, Jeremy Hansen, was a well-renown doctor from Ombria, who married his childhood sweetheart and moved to a small farm, from which he practiced his trade. The senior Doctor Hansen was known to never give up on a patient, no matter how grim the outlook seemed. Unfortunately, the chaotic power struggle going on in Ombria at the time led to no shortage of patients, and soon Jeremy was treating refugees, even those who didn't seem like they were going to live, for free. Naturally, his steadfast dedication to his patients soon attracted the attention of the opposing sides in the civil war, and their demands that he treat their soldiers. Jeremy was, of course, more than content to try to save their soldiers' lives, but he refused to take a side, instead treating any soldiers that came to him, regardless of alliance. Despite this, the “enlistment requests” from each opposing side became more and more violent, as the local leaders in Jeremy's area could hardly stand the idea of having a doctor helping the opposing side recover.
Naturally, this was a very, very chaotic time for a child to be born, but on the third week of Tempero, Jeremy and his wife were blessed with their first, and only, child, who they named Silas, after Jeremy's father. Growing up, Silas was a curious boy, always running throughout the clinic, talking with patients and his parents. Due to the chaotic, warlike atmosphere, he didn't go out much, instead opting to be taught by his mother. Of course, being a rambunctious child, he hated these lessons, and was far more interested in poking at the sick people.
Once Silas got to the age of 10, his father FINALLY let him go on house calls with him, to the nearby villages. Of course, only to non-infectious patients, Jeremy knew all too well that Silas wouldn't be able to fight off some sicknesses that even adults couldn't. Of course, the young boy took to it like a duck to water. Every child has the lingering suspicion that their parents are invincible, and Silas's father, who worked carefully with his small hands to set bones, sew up gashes, and manage to get paid for it while avoiding any sort of infection, seemed to validate this suspicion. Essentially, Silas thought that his father was a superhero.
Life proceeded in a similar fashion for Silas. Get up, do chores, eat breakfast, do more chores, lunch, visit some patients if he was lucky, then back to more chores, and then supper. Of course, the looming threat of absolute destruction by either side of the raging civil war hung heavily over their heads, however, Silas's father always said that people need a bit of self-delusion to get through the day. People bring in corpses, hoping that the doctor can “heal” them, or they decide that, well, they’re the ones who'll manage to beat a probably fatal illness. Silas learned a good bit about the human condition, even working as a mere assistant to his father. However, the most interesting, and sadly violent, period of his life was yet to come.
At the age of 17, Silas finally learned just enough about medicine for his father to proudly declare him to be a doctor.
He left the homestead, traveling north, making his way by treating anyone along the way. He, of course, took after his father, in that he would happily treat soldiers who were fighting on both sides of the civil war. Of course, pretty much everyone he met discouraged him from doing so, and he had more than a few close calls that nearly ended his life, but he managed to get through everything unscathed. Along the way, he wasn’t exactly 100% successful. People died, and many times Silas saw lives be cut brutally short, sometimes even because his own operations failed. He came to view death as a completely natural occurrence, and despite the tragedy, resolved to not let himself grow obsessed over dead patients. The past was in the past for Silas, and that past was FAR behind him.
To make a long, LONG story short, Silas traveled for years. North, south, east, west, he aimlessly wandered the Motherland, plying his trade, trying to help as many people as possible. He saw great cities, and the most pitiful of hovels called “villages”. Throughout it all, Silas still did his best to listen to the lessons of his father... Whom he didn’t even know whether he was alive or not. But even in one of the darkest periods of his life, right after he found out that he had contracted leprosy after being the only doctor around who’d even attempt to treat a group of lepers, all he could remember was his father repeating a mantra constantly, “Focus on the patients first, THEN you can fix up yourself.” So, that is exactly what Silas did. Took life on, one small case at a time. In his free time, the small hours of the night, Silas had plenty of time to experiment with cures. Various barks, quicksilver, complex drugs from city physicians, they all did next to nothing to stop the spread of the debilitating lumps from spreading across his body. He took to tightly wrapping infected areas in bandages, to hopefully stop the spread, and prevent open wounds from becoming infected. Frankly, absolutely nothing in traditional medicine was going to work. As much as he despised admitting it, the problem had been stubbornly refused to be solved by physicians much smarter than him. So, he had to begin thinking in the realm of the non-traditional. Completely unheard-of ingredients, techniques...
And, of course, that’s when it hit him like a runaway cart. There was an entire new land, ripe with new, never-before-seen plants and, hopefully, possible cures! Silas managed to get passage to the new world, but only if he agreed to be transported far belowdecks, with the animals. It wasn’t glamorous, but it got him to the Colonies, and as he stepped off of the boat, long after the rest of the passengers, and breathed in the fresh, salty air, for the first time in a long time, Silas began to feel... Hopeful about his prospects.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Silas came to the new world for one primary reason: to search for a cure for his leprosy. Having treated patients suffering from it, he knows that the more “traditional” cures do just about nothing, so he hopes that the key to easing his pain can be found in the new world.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Silas has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of non-alchemical medicine, from his many years of acting as a physician. He is also very, VERY committed to his goals, and sometimes refuses to give up in chasing them, no matter how detrimental it may be to him or others. Silas is extremely intelligent, and able to grasp patterns and concepts quickly. However, Silas's greatest strength would have to be his experience. Despite being middle-aged, he has a WIDE pool of experience to pull from, he has traveled far, seen plenty of cultures and lands, even been in several wars.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Silas is weak, as simple as that. He doesn't do strenuous labor for a variety of reasons, his muscles are weak due to lack of use, his limbs constantly ache, and any sort of hard labor generally causes his many scabs to re-open. Of course, Silas's main weakness is his leprosy. The constant aches, disfiguring lumps all over his skin, the restriction of movement due to his tight bandages, his slowly-disappearing vision, and his degenerating muscles all limit him to an enormous degree. Additionally, despite his status as a fairly proficient doctor, Silas is terrified to operate on someone, or even get near them, lest he infect them.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish): Silas is patient, almost fanatically so. He will happily humor with the delusions of other people, as long as they aren't unhealthy, and won't lead to any sort of violence. Despite his intelligence, Silas moves and helps people at an extremely slow pace, unless the situation gravely calls for urgency.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a somewhat severe injury.
The groan that escaped Silas's dry lips was muffled by the bandages tightly wrapped around his mouth. He silently thanked whatever gods there were that it wasn't any louder, had he been heard it could've easily been the end for him. He gave his surroundings another careful glance, looking for the tell-tale sight of flickering torch-light, or the sound of a crowd approaching. Nothing... Except the quiet stirrings of the wind through the darkened slums.
Silas slumped onto the ground, leaning against the thin, wooden wall of some poor man's ramshackle hut. He very, very slowly lifted his threadbare shirt, to peer at the wound. Three of them, spaced evenly apart, when a farmer decided to get a bit “enthusiastic” with his pitchfork, trying to get the bandaged figure off of his land. Silas puffed out a quick breath through his nose, and tried to stop his hands from shaking, as he probed the wounds.
This... Was not good. Certainly, he could attempt to sanitize the wound, and hopefully bandage it well enough, but he honestly had no clue if he'd be able to recover from a wound this deep, and still continue his travels... Well. There was no use dwelling on things, and it seemed that he had plenty of time to get to work.
With a steady hand, Silas pulled out new bandages, always a necessity, and a canteen of salt water from the deep recesses of his pack. Several dark figures, doubtless out for no good reason, passed the leper by with nary a glance, recognizing a man with nothing worth being robbed for. Silas, however, never noticed one of them, instead engrossed in his extremely uncomfortable task. Though he was an old hand at wrapping bandages, especially on himself, applying the stinging salt-water was less easy, especially since soaking his other bandages would be disaster. Still, spending a generous amount of time on his tasks got Silas through okay, and he worked his way to his feet once more. Hopefully, he would be able to make his way out of the town without being accosted again.
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
Silas squinted at the man. Clearly, he was a bit... Well, tipsy. Things weren't going terribly well, suffice it to say.
“Well? Y'gotta way t'DEFEND yershelf, freak?” The man glared pugnaciously at Silas.
To his credit, Silas didn't shirk away from the man. However, he did begin to scootch his chair, very slowly, away from him. The man, to HIS credit, noted what Silas was doing, and promptly grabbed the chair.
“Last warnin'... Geddoutta the tavern, y'freak, or I'mma pop you in the mouth!” A nasty show of teeth, here. Silas cringed, would it do the man any harm to chew some mint, once in a while? He considered giving the man that tidbit of advice, however, he soon figured out that doing so would be a decidedly BAD thing. Instead, Silas continued to give the man a nervous smile, the bandages around his mouth creasing...
POW!
Silas's vision went red, and soon to a dull black. Immense pain bursted from his nose, as well as a copious amount of blood. Over what sounded like the most high-pitched bell, ringing on the inside of his head, he thought he heard someone nagging the man who punched him... Something about washing his hands.
Well... That man is... Fairly rude....
Silas wasn't exactly in the condition to think... But his body, curled up on the floor, tensed up unconsciously, and his hands were pressed tightly up against his nose, which was SPURTING blood. He remained there for several hours, 'till he was booted out onto the street as the bar closed for the night.
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle: The rebellion of the Mountain Clans, the secession of Vaerdezzio, and the capturing of the Capitol city.
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Robert Ewarding.
Where was the expedition launched from?: Roland's Field.
Reviewing my first application in over two months! Did I do well, Ma?
Accepted:
Riengo:
Despite getting the first two sections wrong, I have decided to accept you for the rest of the application. Welcome to The Wayward Ones! (officially) I'd say I'll see you on the server soon, but you are, in fact, on the server right now.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/14/2011
Posts:
77
Minecraft:
DeadlyInsanaty
Member Details
A Message to all Players and soon to be's.
Good Evening -or morning, depending on where you are currently- you may be checking these forums for the fiftieth time to see if your app was accepted or you might be a long time community member just checking up on the whitelist apps. Whatever the case, I want to thank you for choosing the The Wayward Ones as your server and Silver Gaming as your hosts! All the staff work suuuuper hard to ensure everything is 'up to snuff' for all us RP'ers.
FIRST: To those already acepted
Now you may be wondering why I'm posting. It's simply this: If you have been, waiting to be or are accepted you may be ready to get right into the world and do some RP'ing. But when you get to the main menu of your Minecraft screen and see 0 out of 50 players online don't be alarmed! Many people are busy with schooling starting up again and so attendance rates go down. Just join up on an event night and you'll see the amount of norms we have in the off-season (Staff-run Events will be announced on the Community Website). But do one better, and join up at any random time. I can bet you someone will join within ten minutes! But I want to let you know right now that YOU are the catalyst that could start a flow of players coming in.
You see, everyone is in the same boat as you. They're just waiting for some good RP'ers to get on and play. You can be that person! I've seen lobbies go from empty to full in little over half an hour simply because one or two people joined!
SECOND: To all soon-to-be appliers
If you're thinking about signing up and posting an app but seem overpowered by the world that you face, once again, don't be alarmed! We, at Silver Gaming, want you to get a fulfilling and satisfying experience with our servers and we want to help make the road to get there as easy as possible. That being said, if you have any questions about lore or character traits, don't be afraid to contact me or any other SG Staff members on the forums, on our Community Website, or through Skype(Message me and I'll give you my Skype name!)
So take heart this semester and remember this: Get the snowball rolling, and it'll do the rest!
Unfortunately, your app has been deferred. There were several things wrong with it, that I couldn't just let slip by.
Now, let me focus on the most obvious thing: The magic. Let me tell you right now, there is no magic like that, mentioned ANYWHERE on the OP. Rule 10 in the lore specifically says that you need Lore backing for any sort of elements like that in your background, and there is zero precedent for mages who can bestow or take away peoples' senses. Unfortunately, it seems that both your skin and the majority of your app was built around the single supernatural element of your character, which, sadly, isn't allowed. I'm going to have to suggest seriously re-working your app before re-submitting it, otherwise, it isn't very likely that your character will be viable and acceptable. Thank you for your time, and I hope to see your re-application after you've fixed everything up!
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? (This is optional) No thank you.
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes, I have.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Roleplaying in a manner that does not allow the target of an action to react. (E.g *Stabs through head and rips is off* instead of *Thrusts sword towards head*)
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OoC info or info that your character does not know in ic. (E.g a warrior tells an alchemist how to pick flowers efficiently, then tells him how old he is irl)
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Acting and speaking as if you are the character you portray. (In a game for example)
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Yes, but only if the other character agrees to fight (and die) So basically no powergaming and forcing another character to die.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat accessed with the command /ch o.
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? I don't have much roleplaying experience, but when I have roleplayed I have absolutely loved it. This server seems like a good place to start!
Character Information
Name: Alden Mescall
Age: 31
Class: Farmer / Craftsman
Physical description: Alden is average sized. His eyes are green. His ears are medium sized but quite broad. He has short, brown hair. He has a small mustache and a beard. His strength is average. He is slow to tire, but is not very tough. He is quite agile. He wears brown pants and green farmer's robes. He always has his hood on.
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Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like):
Alden Mescall was born in Braxia in the year 1283 to a peasant farmer and craftsman family. His family was never very rich, but not too poor either. He was the oldest in his family. He had 2 sisters and one brother. Unfortunately, his brother died by drowning. At the present time he is unaware of his sisters' or parents' location. His father was a skilled farmer and a craftsman, leading to Alden learning these skills at a young age. Alden always enjoyed working with his parents and helping them in various tasks.
He made friends easily in his youth. Because of this, he sometimes went away from working to meet his friends. His father did not like this. These things led to Alden losing the middle finger of his left hand when a group of thugs attacked him one night when he was out to meet his friends. After this he learned not to go out alone and stay home when he was told to. Alden was lucky to have his father teach him how to read. (even though he is not very good at it)
When Alden was 23 his father died of a rare disease. Alden inherited all his fathers things, including the farm and started working there. Alden became a skilled farmer and a craftsman. At the age of 30, he heard of the expeditions and decided to help expand the kingdom of Braxia. He left the farm, his mother and two sisters. New life awaits.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To help expand the Braxian lands and start a farm and sell various crafts.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Physical: He is slow to tire. He is quite agile. His strength is average. His eyesight is good, and hasn't gone worse with age. Personality: Alden makes friends easily, and is good at maintaining relationships. He is kind to others, and likes helping people. He has a good sense of duty.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Alden is not very tough. He is sometimes said to be a bit selfish. He is extremely afraid of water, and could never even imagine swimming. Even bridges make his legs shake. Sometimes he has difficulties finishing his crafts. He is very bad at fighting and hates it. He tends to forget things every now and then.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish):
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a somewhat severe injury.
Alden walks to a nearby tavern. He has a deep wound in his arm. He asks the owner of the tavern if he has some bandages. The tavern owner answers positively. Alden takes the bandage and gives some money. Alden bandages his wound after washing it with river water.
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
Alden says that he doesn't want to fight and tries getting away. He then gets punched in the face. The crowd starts cheering. Alden falls to the ground and the stranger starts beating him up. Since Alden is very bad at fighting he returns home with a black eye, a bleeding nose and a few broken teeth. He decides to never go to that tavern again.
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle: Rebellion of the Mountain Clans, War against Braxia and the Vaerdezzios leaving the empiracle.
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Robert Ewarding, a famous explorer.
Where was the expedition launched from?: The southwestern town of Roland's Field.
Questions or comments?: What is the name of the world's currency and do you start off with any of it?
Maddddddeeeeyyyy - On any other day this would likely be a reject, so I want you to re-think your app carefully. First and foremost, your powergaming definition is incorrect. Secondly, a character with purple hair and red eyes simply isn't achievable by this server's point in history, nor would they occur naturally. Thirdly, your biography is absolutely filled to the brim with cliches and is a bit lacking in...substance, for lack of a better word. Fourthly, your character doesn't have any weaknesses besides being a bit clumsy and short-tempered (which I don't really consider a weakness as much as a personality trait). Fifthly, without special staff permission as of right now, you cannot apply as an alchemist yet, much less a 14-year-old one. I'd suggest almost entirely rewriting your app, and your next chance is your last. Good luck.
I'm a man of few words and many voices.
I do hope that you consider applying, though, I think that we've got a truly innovative server that can be enjoyed by all kinds.
This is a 'mini-application' as I have already been accepted to this server and I am just applying for a new character.
Character Information
Name: Perry Backstrum
Age: 25
Class: Archer/Berserker
Physical description: Perry measures at 6ft(183cm), 150lbs(68kg). Though he does seem pretty slim, he isn't to say unathletic. However, saying he is very strong would be a lie. He has somewhat pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like):
Perry was born to two loveable parents in the northern part of the Mountain Clans, where summer days and winter nights lasted the whole 24 hours. His father, then 41, was a respected confederate and politician working to modernize the government and lighten what other nations have said were 'barbaric' principles.
As his father worked and travelled the world, he took Perry along with him. Perry always had this certain charm about him that people seemed to love - though some just thought it as a below-average intelligence. But it couldn't be denied that whatever Perry lacked in IQ, he made up for it with his say-before-thinking mouth and his big heart. And so his father never had a bad day for long. Seeing Perry's face always cheered him up and reminded him why he became a politician in the first place.
Weeks turned into months and months turned into years, and Perry couldn't keep travelling with his father as he had to start his education; something that was exclusive to highborns, nobles, and the gifted. Starting from day one, Perry was labeled as the troublemaker. He got along great with the other students, not so much with the teachers. One of the teachers seemed to be set straight on finding whatever excuse she could to punish Perry, which usually ended up with a bruise on his palms or backside. And Perry never had any bad intentions. He just couldn’t seem to quite understand when to keep his mouth shut. However, this didn’t have any negative effects on his social life. In fact, he was very popular within his peers. The other boys would always enjoy hanging around with him and the girls… well, they couldn’t keep their eyes off him.
Even as his popularity grew as the years passed, Perry never had someone to call his best friend. Sure, he had tons of friends that was willing to take him hunting, or go joke around with. But he never had a person he could just talk to. Perhaps it would have been easier if he weren’t born into the Mountain Clans, where masculinity and physical strength was considered the norm. Showing any signs of emotional vulnerability would have you shunned like carrot cake blended with ketchup into a smoothie. So, Perry learned to always hide his weak side and show his charismatic, joking self and only that. But, as fate would have it, that all changed when he met Helena.
Helena was from a southern clan. She moved here when her father, another politician, decided to team up with Perry’s to start uniting the clans together. Perry had never seen a girl like her before. So what did he do when he first approached her? It was obvious.
“Hey! I think I’m attracted to you.”
“Oh! Uh…Haha… I’m Helena!”
“Oh woops! I slipped my tongue. I meant to I say I think I’m attached to… poo-... Uh.. I’m Perry!”
Helena giggled and shook his hand. Perry, red with embarrassment, gave a flustered chuckle. And that was the start of the love of Perry’s life, at age 17. Or so he thought. It ended abruptly when, just half a year in, he caught Helena cheating on him. Perry, having never actually loved anyone before, was heartbroken. He never felt so betrayed in his life. And with no real friends to go to, he separated himself from the others. He hid himself more and more and revealed a new side of him.
Cold and determined, he forcefully hid away his sweet and happy personality and did anything to abolish that reputation and create a new one. So, Perry enrolled into the Army.
Everyone knew who he was. He was nobility. His father was one of the most important people in the Mountain Clans. And because of that, the entire Army set up to push him into the ground and make him feel worthless. Perry never backed down. He slowly gained the respect of fellow warriors and proved his relentless will could overpower raw physical strength. For three years, he let his reputation grow. And as it grew, his heart became colder and colder until it was a beating block of ice.
He was discharged at the age of 21, having served three and a half years in the Army. He kept living an isolated life. He stayed away from his family and his friends only ever called him if there was a big party of meeting. It was as if he was cursed since birth to never have a meaningful relationship.
And that curse was about to be broken.
Perry was jogging around the newly built buildings when he was approaching a corner. A girl was nose deep into a book while approaching a corner. What happened next was obvious. The two walked on different lanes because they were smart enough to do so and avoided hitting each other. Their lives continued on uninterrupted. A few minutes later, Perry turned another corner. Well, he almost turned the corner. He collided with a lady turning the same corner. Perry managed to grab her just before she fell, but tripped himself. In a swirl of moves, Perry managed to turn them around and cushion the fall for her.
Perry blinked. He took a deep breath as he looked at the sky. He turned to look at the person, ready to scream. “What the absolute f-” She was crying, clutching something in her hands. “...Hey..” He cleared his throat. “Hey! I said-! I.. I said…” Perry looked at her, wondering if there really was something wrong. “Are you.. Ahem. Are you alright?” He kneeled down next to her and saw that she was holding a piece of paper. He reached out his hand. “Come on. You can cry sitting up.” She looked up at him for the first time. She nodded and took his hand. “I’m… I’m sorry. I was just… My… My father. He’s..” She trailed off. “So that’s what the note is. I’m sure he was a great soldier.” Written letters were rare around here. They were only sent by the government or chiefs for maximum privacy due to the sensitivity of the matter. And he’s seen enough of the letters being sent from the army to know what the paper said. They leaned against the wall. “I’m Perry, by the way. Perry Backstrum.” She glanced at him. “I think that’s obvious. We were in the same class. I’m Grace.”
“Yeah! Half a year! She kept calling me ‘Peddy Poo’ for half a year!” They laughed. “...Thanks, Perry. Thanks for this.” Perry smiled. She stood up. “I’ve kept you here long enough. I should get going. Let’s talk again sometime.” She smiled at him. They said there byes and Perry stood there for a while.
He took a deep breath. He felt free.
For three years, he lived freely as his normal self, with the addition of having his best friend. However, that changed when he received a letter from the hospital. His father was dying and wished for one last favour from Perry. His father never wanted to force anything onto his son. If Perry didn’t wish to continue his legacy and become a politician, that was perfectly okay with him. But he had one wish. The only thing that his father would ever ask of Perry was on his last day on the Motherland. His father gave him a letter. Perry opened it.
Perry checked his crate and bag one last time. He nodded. Everything was packed, and the carriage was waiting outside his manor. “Looks like the hero is ready to go and save the world.” Perry turned around. “Grace! ..Haha, yeah. I guess I am.” Perry walked over and gave her a hug. He then kneeled down and poked at her belly. “Hey little guy. You can’t hear me yet… but Uncle Perry’s gonna be gone for a while. Don’t you worry, I’ll be back before you’re 4 foot!” He grins. “You take care of your mother and father for me, okay?” He stood up. “Don’t miss me too much!” Grace giggled. “I’ll try not to.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Be safe. Write to me, okay?” Perry grinned. “Alright, alright.”
And with that, Perry was off.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To enjoy his time and help build the reputation of the Mountain Clans. One day, Perry wishes to return to his homeland and be with his friends and Grace.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Perry’s strengths mostly come from his characteristics. He has an unrelenting will, giant heart, and a warm smile. He’s not strong, but he is quite the runner. And his three years learning guerilla warfare in the Mountain Clans has enabled him to hold his own with a bow against the best of them.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.):
Perry may not be weak, but he can easily be overcome during a fight when it comes down to brawns vs brawns. Definitely not the SMARTEST person in the world, and sometimes voices his opinions too much.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish):
I believe this was explained in the bio to the best of my abilities.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a somewhat severe injury.
Perry winced after every step he took. He couldn’t quite tell for sure, but his right ankle was definitely sprained, at the very least. “Well, of course this is the type of luck I’m going to get.” He looks ahead and sees the tavern, a couple hundred meters off. He takes a deep breath and limps his way forward.
“Need help?” Perry turns around, seeing a man dressed in black. He smiles. “Thank the fathers you saw me… I just need to get to that taver-” The stranger steps on his ankle, causing Perry to fall down screaming. “AHHHHH!” He turns at the stranger again, ready to fight. But before he could act, he was struck with a blunt object and knocked out.
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
“Come he’a ya ****! I’mma teach ye for openin’ ye mouth!” A giant, muscular man made his way over to Perry. Perry quickly got up, fearing for his life. “No! No! Bad dog! Sit!” The giant wasn’t getting any further so Perry went behind the bar, where the bartender was hiding. “Please? Oh god, please! Are you even HUMAN?” The giant roared and took a swing at him. Perry ducked and took this chance to sprint towards the door. “Oh, ye ain’t ge’in away from me!” The giant boomed. He took out a sword and threw it at Perry, missing by a hair. Perry screamed. “Seriously! I almost died!” Perry dives out the tavern door and runs as fast as he can to his home.
Questions or comments?:
Do you like mice?
How big is the mass of the sun?
If swim is swam, then is Jim Jam?
I like mice.
The mass of the sun is 1.989E30 kg.
Yes.
Anyways, now that we are done with that.
Accepted
OlympCoves
It's always nice to see bright, new faces around on the server. Your app was fantastic, but wasn't exactly how I imagined the northen clans to be like. Nonethelss, you showed a different, more civilized side of the clans. Welcome to the server~ If you give me one moment, I'll add you to the whitelist.
IGN: riengo
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? Already in it.
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes!
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: When you force RP on another person in a way that does not give them any way to respond, i.e. “Bob backflips and takes off Joe's head off with his vicious spinning kick.”
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: When you use information gathered while out of character in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is when you take the place of a different character in a different world, and act as they would.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When you have the proper permission, whether indicated through RP or expressly given OOC, and if you have a VA/VAA/Are acting in self-defense.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC channel, or in double parentheses, however, the second is discouraged, as to prevent spam in the IC channel.
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? Yes, in the previous 2 SG servers, and a multitude of RP servers and text-based RPs before that.
Character Information
Name: Silas Albert Hansen.
Age: 42.
Class: Farmer/Craftsman.
Physical description: Silas is a fairly short man, at 5 feet 9 inches tall, and the permanent slump that he stands in certainly doesn't help. Silas is also as thin as a post, his clothes almost hanging off of him. However, the most noticeable thing about Silas is that all of his extremities, including nearly all of his face, are covered in tightly-wrapped bandages. While the bandages are professionally done, they are cut in several places, exposing lumpy and deformed skin. The bandages on his upper arms are stained with a variety of substances, blood, and what looks to be some kind of pus, however, any form of dirt is notably absent, and Silas seems to be a VERY clean person, despite the stained bandages. He wears a threadbare, gray cloth shirt that is torn in several places, however, no skin is exposed, as the tears only show more bandages underneath. Underneath all of those bandages and threadbare clothes, Silas is... Quite the unattractive person. All over his body are pale splotches, scabby wounds that refuse to close, and plenty of rashes. He constantly seems to have a runny nose, and nosebleeds are common for him, which is why his slightly splotchy nose is revealed. These are a constant source of soreness for Silas, and thus he moves very gingerly.
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Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like): It was almost a certainty that Silas would end up as a doctor. His father, Jeremy Hansen, was a well-renown doctor from Ombria, who married his childhood sweetheart and moved to a small farm, from which he practiced his trade. The senior Doctor Hansen was known to never give up on a patient, no matter how grim the outlook seemed. Unfortunately, the chaotic power struggle going on in Ombria at the time led to no shortage of patients, and soon Jeremy was treating refugees, even those who didn't seem like they were going to live, for free. Naturally, his steadfast dedication to his patients soon attracted the attention of the opposing sides in the civil war, and their demands that he treat their soldiers. Jeremy was, of course, more than content to try to save their soldiers' lives, but he refused to take a side, instead treating any soldiers that came to him, regardless of alliance. Despite this, the “enlistment requests” from each opposing side became more and more violent, as the local leaders in Jeremy's area could hardly stand the idea of having a doctor helping the opposing side recover.
Naturally, this was a very, very chaotic time for a child to be born, but on the third week of Tempero, Jeremy and his wife were blessed with their first, and only, child, who they named Silas, after Jeremy's father. Growing up, Silas was a curious boy, always running throughout the clinic, talking with patients and his parents. Due to the chaotic, warlike atmosphere, he didn't go out much, instead opting to be taught by his mother. Of course, being a rambunctious child, he hated these lessons, and was far more interested in poking at the sick people.
Once Silas got to the age of 10, his father FINALLY let him go on house calls with him, to the nearby villages. Of course, only to non-infectious patients, Jeremy knew all too well that Silas wouldn't be able to fight off some sicknesses that even adults couldn't. Of course, the young boy took to it like a duck to water. Every child has the lingering suspicion that their parents are invincible, and Silas's father, who worked carefully with his small hands to set bones, sew up gashes, and manage to get paid for it while avoiding any sort of infection, seemed to validate this suspicion. Essentially, Silas thought that his father was a superhero.
Life proceeded in a similar fashion for Silas. Get up, do chores, eat breakfast, do more chores, lunch, visit some patients if he was lucky, then back to more chores, and then supper. Of course, the looming threat of absolute destruction by either side of the raging civil war hung heavily over their heads, however, Silas's father always said that people need a bit of self-delusion to get through the day. People bring in corpses, hoping that the doctor can “heal” them, or they decide that, well, they’re the ones who'll manage to beat a probably fatal illness. Silas learned a good bit about the human condition, even working as a mere assistant to his father. However, the most interesting, and sadly violent, period of his life was yet to come.
At the age of 17, Silas finally learned just enough about medicine for his father to proudly declare him to be a doctor.
He left the homestead, traveling north, making his way by treating anyone along the way. He, of course, took after his father, in that he would happily treat soldiers who were fighting on both sides of the civil war. Of course, pretty much everyone he met discouraged him from doing so, and he had more than a few close calls that nearly ended his life, but he managed to get through everything unscathed. Along the way, he wasn’t exactly 100% successful. People died, and many times Silas saw lives be cut brutally short, sometimes even because his own operations failed. He came to view death as a completely natural occurrence, and despite the tragedy, resolved to not let himself grow obsessed over dead patients. The past was in the past for Silas, and that past was FAR behind him.
To make a long, LONG story short, Silas traveled for years. North, south, east, west, he aimlessly wandered the Motherland, plying his trade, trying to help as many people as possible. He saw great cities, and the most pitiful of hovels called “villages”. Throughout it all, Silas still did his best to listen to the lessons of his father... Whom he didn’t even know whether he was alive or not. But even in one of the darkest periods of his life, right after he found out that he had contracted leprosy after being the only doctor around who’d even attempt to treat a group of lepers, all he could remember was his father repeating a mantra constantly, “Focus on the patients first, THEN you can fix up yourself.” So, that is exactly what Silas did. Took life on, one small case at a time. In his free time, the small hours of the night, Silas had plenty of time to experiment with cures. Various barks, quicksilver, complex drugs from city physicians, they all did next to nothing to stop the spread of the debilitating lumps from spreading across his body. He took to tightly wrapping infected areas in bandages, to hopefully stop the spread, and prevent open wounds from becoming infected. Frankly, absolutely nothing in traditional medicine was going to work. As much as he despised admitting it, the problem had been stubbornly refused to be solved by physicians much smarter than him. So, he had to begin thinking in the realm of the non-traditional. Completely unheard-of ingredients, techniques...
And, of course, that’s when it hit him like a runaway cart. There was an entire new land, ripe with new, never-before-seen plants and, hopefully, possible cures! Silas managed to get passage to the new world, but only if he agreed to be transported far belowdecks, with the animals. It wasn’t glamorous, but it got him to the Colonies, and as he stepped off of the boat, long after the rest of the passengers, and breathed in the fresh, salty air, for the first time in a long time, Silas began to feel... Hopeful about his prospects.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Silas came to the new world for one primary reason: to search for a cure for his leprosy. Having treated patients suffering from it, he knows that the more “traditional” cures do just about nothing, so he hopes that the key to easing his pain can be found in the new world.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Silas has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of non-alchemical medicine, from his many years of acting as a physician. He is also very, VERY committed to his goals, and sometimes refuses to give up in chasing them, no matter how detrimental it may be to him or others. Silas is extremely intelligent, and able to grasp patterns and concepts quickly. However, Silas's greatest strength would have to be his experience. Despite being middle-aged, he has a WIDE pool of experience to pull from, he has traveled far, seen plenty of cultures and lands, even been in several wars.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Silas is weak, as simple as that. He doesn't do strenuous labor for a variety of reasons, his muscles are weak due to lack of use, his limbs constantly ache, and any sort of hard labor generally causes his many scabs to re-open. Of course, Silas's main weakness is his leprosy. The constant aches, disfiguring lumps all over his skin, the restriction of movement due to his tight bandages, his slowly-disappearing vision, and his degenerating muscles all limit him to an enormous degree. Additionally, despite his status as a fairly proficient doctor, Silas is terrified to operate on someone, or even get near them, lest he infect them.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish): Silas is patient, almost fanatically so. He will happily humor with the delusions of other people, as long as they aren't unhealthy, and won't lead to any sort of violence. Despite his intelligence, Silas moves and helps people at an extremely slow pace, unless the situation gravely calls for urgency.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a somewhat severe injury.
The groan that escaped Silas's dry lips was muffled by the bandages tightly wrapped around his mouth. He silently thanked whatever gods there were that it wasn't any louder, had he been heard it could've easily been the end for him. He gave his surroundings another careful glance, looking for the tell-tale sight of flickering torch-light, or the sound of a crowd approaching. Nothing... Except the quiet stirrings of the wind through the darkened slums.
Silas slumped onto the ground, leaning against the thin, wooden wall of some poor man's ramshackle hut. He very, very slowly lifted his threadbare shirt, to peer at the wound. Three of them, spaced evenly apart, when a farmer decided to get a bit “enthusiastic” with his pitchfork, trying to get the bandaged figure off of his land. Silas puffed out a quick breath through his nose, and tried to stop his hands from shaking, as he probed the wounds.
This... Was not good. Certainly, he could attempt to sanitize the wound, and hopefully bandage it well enough, but he honestly had no clue if he'd be able to recover from a wound this deep, and still continue his travels... Well. There was no use dwelling on things, and it seemed that he had plenty of time to get to work.
With a steady hand, Silas pulled out new bandages, always a necessity, and a canteen of salt water from the deep recesses of his pack. Several dark figures, doubtless out for no good reason, passed the leper by with nary a glance, recognizing a man with nothing worth being robbed for. Silas, however, never noticed one of them, instead engrossed in his extremely uncomfortable task. Though he was an old hand at wrapping bandages, especially on himself, applying the stinging salt-water was less easy, especially since soaking his other bandages would be disaster. Still, spending a generous amount of time on his tasks got Silas through okay, and he worked his way to his feet once more. Hopefully, he would be able to make his way out of the town without being accosted again.
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
Silas squinted at the man. Clearly, he was a bit... Well, tipsy. Things weren't going terribly well, suffice it to say.
“Well? Y'gotta way t'DEFEND yershelf, freak?” The man glared pugnaciously at Silas.
To his credit, Silas didn't shirk away from the man. However, he did begin to scootch his chair, very slowly, away from him. The man, to HIS credit, noted what Silas was doing, and promptly grabbed the chair.
“Last warnin'... Geddoutta the tavern, y'freak, or I'mma pop you in the mouth!” A nasty show of teeth, here. Silas cringed, would it do the man any harm to chew some mint, once in a while? He considered giving the man that tidbit of advice, however, he soon figured out that doing so would be a decidedly BAD thing. Instead, Silas continued to give the man a nervous smile, the bandages around his mouth creasing...
POW!
Silas's vision went red, and soon to a dull black. Immense pain bursted from his nose, as well as a copious amount of blood. Over what sounded like the most high-pitched bell, ringing on the inside of his head, he thought he heard someone nagging the man who punched him... Something about washing his hands.
Well... That man is... Fairly rude....
Silas wasn't exactly in the condition to think... But his body, curled up on the floor, tensed up unconsciously, and his hands were pressed tightly up against his nose, which was SPURTING blood. He remained there for several hours, 'till he was booted out onto the street as the bar closed for the night.
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle: The rebellion of the Mountain Clans, the secession of Vaerdezzio, and the capturing of the Capitol city.
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Robert Ewarding.
Where was the expedition launched from?: Roland's Field.
Questions or comments?: Nnnnope.
Accepted:
Riengo:
Despite getting the first two sections wrong, I have decided to accept you for the rest of the application. Welcome to The Wayward Ones! (officially) I'd say I'll see you on the server soon, but you are, in fact, on the server right now.
Good Evening -or morning, depending on where you are currently- you may be checking these forums for the fiftieth time to see if your app was accepted or you might be a long time community member just checking up on the whitelist apps. Whatever the case, I want to thank you for choosing the The Wayward Ones as your server and Silver Gaming as your hosts! All the staff work suuuuper hard to ensure everything is 'up to snuff' for all us RP'ers.
FIRST: To those already acepted
Now you may be wondering why I'm posting. It's simply this: If you have been, waiting to be or are accepted you may be ready to get right into the world and do some RP'ing. But when you get to the main menu of your Minecraft screen and see 0 out of 50 players online don't be alarmed! Many people are busy with schooling starting up again and so attendance rates go down. Just join up on an event night and you'll see the amount of norms we have in the off-season (Staff-run Events will be announced on the Community Website). But do one better, and join up at any random time. I can bet you someone will join within ten minutes! But I want to let you know right now that YOU are the catalyst that could start a flow of players coming in.
You see, everyone is in the same boat as you. They're just waiting for some good RP'ers to get on and play. You can be that person! I've seen lobbies go from empty to full in little over half an hour simply because one or two people joined!
SECOND: To all soon-to-be appliers
If you're thinking about signing up and posting an app but seem overpowered by the world that you face, once again, don't be alarmed! We, at Silver Gaming, want you to get a fulfilling and satisfying experience with our servers and we want to help make the road to get there as easy as possible. That being said, if you have any questions about lore or character traits, don't be afraid to contact me or any other SG Staff members on the forums, on our Community Website, or through Skype(Message me and I'll give you my Skype name!)
So take heart this semester and remember this: Get the snowball rolling, and it'll do the rest!
Keep the Apps coming! See you Server Side!
Kindest Regards,
DeadlyInsanaty, Silver-Gaming Veteran and Staff
Crabcak/ZionSype
Unfortunately, your app has been deferred. There were several things wrong with it, that I couldn't just let slip by.
Now, let me focus on the most obvious thing: The magic. Let me tell you right now, there is no magic like that, mentioned ANYWHERE on the OP. Rule 10 in the lore specifically says that you need Lore backing for any sort of elements like that in your background, and there is zero precedent for mages who can bestow or take away peoples' senses. Unfortunately, it seems that both your skin and the majority of your app was built around the single supernatural element of your character, which, sadly, isn't allowed. I'm going to have to suggest seriously re-working your app before re-submitting it, otherwise, it isn't very likely that your character will be viable and acceptable. Thank you for your time, and I hope to see your re-application after you've fixed everything up!
Thx, Jadeflame1016
The server was closed.