Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have, usually there is a special word thingy but I can't find one.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Doing actions that would be, in reality, not entirely likely or possible. Such as dodging 74 arrows and then spawning your great undead army to murder the 7 people attacking you.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information you learned out of character, in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To become a character in another world, and to act out their every move. Essentially living another life.
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 they agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you are in the OOC chat or you use parentheses or private messaging.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have, it's rather difficult to form a character around as I have not done this specific type or roleplay before but I wish to try it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: People who have been trained with it at the acadamy.
Who are the Fallen?: They are a race, isolated from the rest of the humans.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R. after defeating the past monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: From what I read they used to be the great protecters of the land, not so much great nowadays but still there.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a magical barrier that would save anyone who would fall off, teleporting them to the nearest island, but losing all items in the process unless they have enough essence, which is the energy that you gain when overcoming obstacles. (levels)
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have rp'd with this community on the past two worlds they have had, but left the last one due to inability to play because my hardware just could not handle the map. I have had multiple experience with fallout related servers, but my first one disbanded and I just could never find another home.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Liandra Polveka
Age: 23
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description: Around 5 foot 7. Small fit build. Green eyes, long blonde hair. Wearing a white robe with purple trim and a gret shirt underneath. Wears white pants, brown shoes and has healthy complexion (think I butchered that).
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Liandra was born into a wealthy family, her father, a priest and her mother a laborer. She was raised most of her life in brightwater. In her earlier years she was shielded from the rest of the world, usually kept in her home but would visit others under certain occasions, didn't have many friends besides her father. She was taught by her father to try and find the good in everyone, to try to appeal to those who seemed to lack it. She was taught that if everyone had good in them and that you could find it if you tried hard enough. Her mother would work endless hours and be away from home a lot, so she never really got to know her mother. Taught the basics of house hold tasks from her father she found asylum in cleaning and cooking for her father. Her mother worked mostly in the Outpost and would stay there for extended periods. News would come when Liandra was 11 of her mothers death. An unstable tree had fell on her and she was found three days later. This would cause her father to enter a state of depression (which he hid very well. Soon after her mothers death, her father started to tell Liandra stories of them in their youth. Stories she had never heard before. She usually saw her father as a mindless servent of the church, but in those days she saw more in him. She looked up to him. In her little 11 year old heart she vowed to herself that she would follow in her fathers footsteps and become a priest, and study the Goddess of Aneria. The years passed and her father got older and soon fell ill. He would die in his bed at home, but not before Liandra left town to attempt to find someone who could help her father as no one in town seemed to have the skills or the want to help him. Her journey led her to the Outpost, where she would be lost in for weeks. During that time she was attacked by many creatures but nothing got to her more than the giant spider who chased her for hours before giving up. When she managed to find a kind traveler who directed her back to the brightwater she would come back to find her father had passed from his illness. She stayed there for a few years before deciding to leave the town and head to the Capitol to attend the academy. This time with a map of where to go. She would try to make her father proud.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To become a priest and help all those she can.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Small frame, and quite quick. A hard target to hit. Pure of mind.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Not very strong, unskilled with any weapon. Very naive. Scared to death of spiders.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
(enter Liandra on two men harassing a young girl.)
Me: Stop! Stop! Why are you doing this to her?
Man 1 replies: Oh we were just trying to make some friends!
Man 2 says: Yeah, friends.
I look over at the clearly frightened young girl, and motions her to come to me. The little girl begins to walk towards me but Man 2 stands in front of her blocking her route.
Man 2: Where do you think you are going?
Me: With me, now stand aside.
Man 2: And what if I don't?
Me: Then you won't each be getting a drink from the tavern.
Man 1: And why shouldn't we just take that money from you and then go back to our buisness?
I motions for the girl to run while I unsheathe my sword drawing the attention of Man 2. As the young girl runs away I throws the sword at the men and runs to catch up with the girl. I lose track of where she went and I take a wrong turn down an alley and are at a dead end. The men approach her.
Me: What do you want from me?
Man 1: You scared off our new friend! We want to become better acquainted with you.
Me (looking intentionally sad and weak to appeal to their conscience): Why not we forget about her and we can actually become acquainted? Tab is on me.
Man 2 looks at man one and they whisper out of earshot of me.
Man 2 smiles and says: We could do that.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
(Enter Liandra walking along in the market)
I was walking in the market when a strange man walked up to me.
Man: Are you looking to make some coin?
Me: No I am not.
I try to walk away but he jumps in front of me.
Man: Nonsense! I have something that I need help with retrieving.
I sigh: What is it?
The man smiles: It is a red satchel that holds many items, but most notably my exotic hat. It is red with a white cotton ball on the top.
Me: Where is it?
Man: Bloodstone.
I step back as i have never had any experience with fighting anything and from the stories I've heard it is a place infested with monsters and other creatures.
Me: I would love to help you but I simply cannot step foot in that wretched place.
Man: But you are the last person I can rely on.
I think very deeply. I could help him but it would most certainly end in my death.
Me: I simply cannot risk my life for whatever amount of coin you possess. Perhaps seek more help from the outpost?
I walk away from him: Good day, Aneria bless you.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
(Enter Liandra walking down the street)
I was walking down the street when I noticed a man who had a striking resemblance to my father. He was begging for food so I thought I would help the fellow out.
Man: Excuse me miss do you have any food I could have? I haven't eaten for four days.
Me: Sorry mister, but I don't have food on me...
The man looks disappointed but looks passed me to try to find someone else.
Me: ... But I could walk with you to the tavern and we could try to get you back on your feet after I've fed you.
Man: Really? I fear that in my advanced age that I cannot do as much work as before.
I reach out to help the old man get up.
I smile: We'll see what we can do for you.
Man: Thank you so much miss, my name is Galvin
Still holding his hand, i shake it: Pleased to meet you Galvin, I am Liandra.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
(Enter Liandra in a tavern with a plethora of other people)
Me: Get me a pint please.
I place down the coin for it on the counter as he passes me my drink. While grabbing for it I accidentally bump the man sitting beside me.
Man: OH WHAT THE HECK?
Me: My mistake sir, I did not mean to bump into you.
I try to go back to my drink, as he knocks it over.
Me: Why would you do that?
Man: I don't like you.
Me: I don't want any trouble sir.
Man: Yeah well your mother did, we had loads of trouble last night.
He lets out a drunked laugh.
Me: How dare you speak of my mother!
I spit in his face and attempt to leave the bar, as a notice the drunk man being ordered out by the bartender.
Bartender: Come back here, I'll give you a free one, that man is nothing but trouble anyway.
I smile at the bartender.: Aneria bless you.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
(Enter Liandra walking through town past a woman.)
I saw this woman's necklace that i just fell in love with the moment i saw it, but she seemed in quite the hurry. I proceeded to follow her in a hurried mannar in an attempt to catch up with her.
I yelled out to her: Excuse me miss, please wait!
The woman stops in her tracks and looks at me, as I jog up to her.
Me: Can I get a better look at your necklace?
Woman: Why would you want to do that?
Me: Because you walked by me and I was taken aback by the beauty of it.
Woman obviously seeming flatter obliged to my request. She hands over the necklace.
Me: By Aneria this is amazing. You are truely a lucky woman to have this as your own.
I hand back the necklace.
Woman: Thank you miss, but i have somewhere i need to be. good day!
Me: Aneria Bless you!
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
When is the present? Like what year is it? I could not find the year.
Other notes:
IGN: Blacksfyre
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:Multiple servers that have all since closed. Mostly in Fallout settings but i have done medieval a few times and are familiar with Elders Scrolls lore How did you find us(For our referral program): MinecraftForums
Why Us: Seemed to not be too large nor too small
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2h daily depending on schedule
Brief Description of Yourself: it's hard to say this without feeling narcissistic but I am described as Funny, Charismatic and fairly intelligent.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Becoming a character in a world that is not your own. Its all about the immersion, just making it feel less like an activity more of a life. It's you filling shoes of a character you create. Be who you want to be. (barbie girl)
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Meta-Gaming is using information you learned OOC IC. Powergaming is doing actions that would simply not be possible (eg John Shoots all 6 guards in the head with ONE ARROW)
IC
Name: Targon Koalias
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age:65
Appearance: Large build (for a Nord) around 6 foot 6 in height, muscle bound but not ridiculous. Short dark grey hair with a full beard. Greyish black robes with his golden(not actually gold just colour) tunic and pants.
Fears: Claustrophobic to some degree. Daedra
Personality: Friendly humble old man. Large booming voice but very moral.
Occupation: Alchemist (Retired Guard)
Skills: Skilled in Alchemy, a born warrior but is rusty on his swordsmanship.
Nickname (Optional):
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
Can You Character Farm?: Limited Ability
Can Your Character Mine?: No
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Rather persuasive. Alchemy if it wasn't already apparent. Barter.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Targon was born and raised in Skyrim, in the town of Kynesgrove. His Mother was an alchemist and his father just a humble miner. He spent his whole childhood (within reasonable time-frame he started at about 4 or 5) working with his mother trying to help her with her practice and learning how to do most of these things while doing so. When Targon was about 10, Kynesgrove was attacked by bandits, leaving his father wounded in defense of his home but he would survive his injuries and return to the mines, but due to the recent attack dedicated time to teaching Targon how to use a blade. He spent his preteen and teenage years training for combat. His parents discouraged him from pursuing a career in it as they worried for his health but he remained persistent and around the time he was 15 he left home to Eastmarch's Capital where he would enlist to become a town guard. He spent several years training to become a guard, living in the barracks and off the bare minimum. When he was 16 he was finally a "full" guard of Windhelm, he had to go through the initiation and swear his allegiance to the Throne and Jarl. He lived a happy humble life protecting the people of Windhelm. He mostly was on the reserves and a lookout just due to how short on guards they were around the time.
When Targon was around the age of 16, news of the murder of the High King had spread and he was forced to join the "true sons and daughters of Skyrim". The Stormcloaks. Targon really wasn't one for allegiance to anyone but his people, and his people was Windhelm so he would raise his sword against any who threatened. He heard of the rumors of the dragons returning but dismissed it as nothing more than tomfoolery. Until came the reports of the dragon's attack on Kynesgrove, naturally he told his captain and took off to see his parents (who he had not seen since he left, but he had written letters to his father as his mother was at a point of disowning him) and make sure they were okay. When entering Kynesgrove he saw the skeleton of what appeared to be a dragon. Ignoring it he ran directly to his home where he see his mother crying alone. He barged in and she screamed but then a look of relief was in her eyes. She told him of how his father valiantly fought alongside the guards and a strange man from out of town and ultimately fell in battle. She was extremely distraught and Targon decided to take a few days to make sure she was okay and to help her with the burial of his father. He want back to Windhelm and stayed there for a few weeks, learning all these stories about this hero who was just like the dragonborn of legend and he heard about the return of Alduin. Not too long after it was discovered that the dragonborn had attempted to defeat Alduin and he failed. Soon after when Alduin ruled over. Skyrim was in ruins.
Targon heard the rumors of the evacuation, and then successfully got aboard the ship and was able to make his way to Solstheim. So there he stay in Solstheim for years and years, in a hidden underground tomb, losing his mother to weakness and old age along the way he remained rather discrete only visiting out lying areas to just to loot and get supplies as he lived his life in solitude. With the loss of his family he just enjoyed the simple things in life such as reading and making himself physically stronger and he was quite happy being a hermit. Then he just couldnt put up with it anymore, he wanted to do something more with his life, so he moved to a small settlement and was looking for a way out of Solstheim. He had found notes when he looted about the land called Solterkardi. And then he found his way there through a man who offered him a ride there and he accepted.
That shoud wrap it up, kinda butchered the ending but couldnt find a good way to do that. Fus Ro Dah and all that nonsense. Look forward to having reply.
(i was deferred initially for my bio, i touched it up and fix all the chronology issues and added a bit more to it to fill in a few gaps of his life)
IGN: Blacksfyre
Real-Life Age: 17
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes and of course
What is the definition of "Power gaming"?: Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in character in an attempt to be a demi god of everything. “Steven bent his pinky and an earthquake caused rainbow jesus to kill John”
What is the definition of "Meta gaming"? : Using information you discovered out of character in character.
What is the definition of "Role-play"? : To take on the role of another person in another world and act as if you were that character in said world.
Who can use fly mod, X-ray and other such client sided mods?: No one ever, except maybe welk but he’s just a loose cannon admin, who doesn’t play by the rules (I.E. A bad ass )
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if the other person agrees to it, but they have to be reasonable to some extent
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: whenever you want as long as you use (()) or /tell
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to role-play in accordance with it?: It’ll have to sink in a bit more before I fully feel it but yes I have read and agree to it
Who is allowed to use magic?: Under-gods and their sages
How did the Humans come to be in the Caverns?: An Apocalypse hit the planet and survivors were forced unground if they wished to continue their survival
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are the physical representations of the undergods, which are scattered underground and offer gifts or presents to their worshipers.
What previous role-play experience have you had, if any?: I have played on BOH (and the prior), several fallout related servers and am quite excited to try a steam punkish kind of server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I left the first fallout server because it went down, the other fallout servers I played on were not up to par with the first so I stopped playing, I’ve play multiple other role-play servers similar to BOH but none were as good so I didn’t stay.
Character Information
Name: Targon Myshe
Age: 51
Race or Nationality: Ragnau
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: An aged man with a short grey hair, a rugged grey beard, about 6 feet and 4 inches tall, wears the iron helmet of his father who has long since passed from old age, very fit and built like a brick wall. Wears robes of a greyish white and some old yellow shoes.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Born into a family with only one other brother Targon learned the value of having a family, he looked up to his older brother for most of his life, and even though they didn’t agree on everything they always were really close. He has a special bond with his brother, but it was their father that really made Targon the man he turned out to be. Targon’s father was a warrior. A very big, a very strong man. Targon would find himself pretending to be his dad when he was younger by walking around outside with a stick, wielding it as a sword, and strike down trees as he imagined his father did to his enemies. Being the typical Ragnau, Targon’s father was a very big strong man. He was a warrior but was more defensive than an attacker and had attempted to teach Targon’s older brother but he had no interest in this. So he taught Targon everything he knew.
Targon looked up to his brother even though he was clearly larger in size than him, but he noticed his brother would travel to the library daily, Targon would follow him a few times, and he took a liking to books about stories of the past, legends, and just enjoyed reading all together. He was never caught by his older brother but still looked to him as a role model for most things, but not profession. When his brother decided to follow a herbalists path, Targon started to use his own father as more of a role model due to his combat abilities.
Targon in his adolescence was never a social person, he would seclude himself on his family’s terrace and train, building his abilities and battle and his physique. His teen years were more of a finding point for himself, he choose that he would use his abilities to become a warrior, and a warrior he became. Around the age of 24 he met his wife who he would in the end marry. He fought many battles protecting his home from animals but no real fight with a man until about the time he was 27. Him and his father were at a market and were approached by two men wielding swords. They asked nicely for Targon and his father to hand over all their money but they just laughed and continued shopping. Next thing that happens is that his father is slashed on in the arm, Targon Charges the attacker totally taking the two men by surprise and Targon manages to disarm the man and use the sword the stab his friend through the torso. His friend falls and the first man flees. His father and him toss the swords aside and begin attempting to help the man that Targon has just stabbed; they bring him to the local healer and leave quickly. The guards never caught up with them and they actually say the man who fled once or twice afterwards, who as a matter of fact quickly avoided them.
He eventually would lose his marriage to accusations of adultery that were false on all accounts. His wife and child whisked away by another man all when he was only the age of 34. This was a hard time for him as she was the love of his life, he would continue to spend the next few years in the Tavern spending his coin on alcohol. He swore he would never love again, and love has never wondered his way and he was not gone searching. His late 30's consisted of him working as a courier, which he never really enjoyed but did it for the money. When Dravion begins mustering his army, he quickly quit his deliveries and put his time into being somewhat of a mercenary who did not require pay but was pretty much the town guard with all the help he did. His father has been dead for years now, old age caught up with him. Targon wears his father’s slightly rusted iron helmet almost at all times in honor of his father while attempting to protect his town and people. But eventually the apocalypse would catch up with his home...
What is your character's main goal? (Motivation): Targon’s main goal would be to try and protect himself and his family.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Durable, can take quite a bit of punishment before faltering. Despite being fairly large in size is also quite intelligible and if it wasn’t for him being a warrior he would have been more of a scholar in his better years.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Not very fast, and cannot sprint for long.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: More than likely not, he is more of a pacifist in his older years but he will fight for his home and his town. (if he has either)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): Brother: Shade_fox_tails nephew: uleftthedooropen great nephew: marinepenguin
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Targon hears some muffled screaming coming from an alley in town and runs to investigate only to find two men wielding a sword and an axe, with a little girl backed up into a wall*
Targon: What the hell is going on here?
Man1: Her father wouldn’t give us food so we thought taking her would convince him to do so
Targon: So you would kidnap a defenseless girl to get things you have not earned?
Man1: Sounds about right, well now that you’ve seen us I think you know what that means
Targon: *draws sword* Bad idea
Man2: *swings axe at Targon* arrgghhh
Targon(to the little girl): Go get help! *Dodges the axe swing*
*Targon runs to the street shortly after the girl leaves in an attempt to let this conflict seem more known to people around him.*
Man2: Get back here old man
Targon: *swings at man2 only to hit a piece of the man’s armor* (yells) Guards!
*Man1 swings his sword at Targon, who attempts to block it only to have the sword of his foe hit his left lef slightly. Man2 sees this as an opportunity so he raises his axe above his head and Targon quickly rams the man onto the ground, recovers quick enough to have man1 swing his sword again at him only for Targon to dodge left quickly and knock the sword from his hands, while the other two men are looking to recover, Targon makes a break for the guard station*
You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Targon walks into the settlement, very slowly and limping slightly*
Targon: Where’s the nearest tavern, or where can I get something to eat?
Woman: You don’t look so well, *points to a building* that’s the tavern, there’s beds that you can rent as well
Targon: *smiles* Thanks
*Targon walks to the building and enters the tavern*
Targon: *slams coins on the counter* Give me the quickest thing you can make, I need something to eat.
Barkeep: I could get you some bread and a bit of fruit.
Targon: Either works *leans up against the counter* could you make it quick please?
Barkeep: Sure thing
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Targon notices a man similar in age to himself in bad condition muttering something about food*
Targon: You don’t look so well, are you hungry?
Man: Very… Have you any food to spare?
Targon: I’m afraid not, but let me bring you to the tavern for some food and a drink.
Man: *very surprised reaction* R-R-Really? Just like that? You don’t want my arm or anything?
Targon: Well you know what they say about me
Spiderman: Everybody gets one
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Drunk: Your mother is a *****!
Targon: Ah I see.
Drunk: You see she was also really ugly as well.
Targon: *Loud and firmly stated* Noted
Drunk: And I screwed her every night your daddy was away.
Targon: *In a large booming voice* IF YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT MY FAMILY I WILL TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS, barkeep.
Barkeep: Stop harassing this man or you can leave.
Drunk: I’ll stop when this man’s mother stops being a *****!
Targon: *punches out the drunk man who passes out from the impact* Sorry about the mess *leaves*
you take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Targon is walking down the street and a necklace of this unknown woman catches his eye*
Targon: Excuse me miss, but that is one fine looking necklace.
Woman: Uhh thanks?
Targon: Sorry to intrude, it’s just my mother had one similar to that and I was wondering what it would take for you to part with that necklace?
Woman: Uhm what do you mean?
Targon: I mean how much would I have to pay you for you to sell it to me?
Woman: Oh, well it is kind of a gift from my mother.
Targon: Well then I definitely couldn’t ask you for it then. Thank you though. *walks off*
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes and of course
What is the definition of "Power gaming"?: Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in character in an attempt to be a demi god of everything. “Steven bent his pinky and an earthquake caused rainbow jesus to kill John”
What is the definition of "Meta gaming"? : Using information you discovered out of character in character.
What is the definition of "Role-play"? : To take on the role of another person in another world and act as if you were that character in said world.
Who can use fly mod, X-ray and other such client sided mods?: No one ever, except maybe welk but he’s just a loose cannon admin, who doesn’t play by the rules (I.E. A bad ass )
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if the other person agrees to it, but they have to be reasonable to some extent
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: whenever you want as long as you use (()) or /tell
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to role-play in accordance with it?: It’ll have to sink in a bit more before I fully feel it but yes I have read and agree to it
Who is allowed to use magic?: Under-gods and their sages
How did the Humans come to be in the Caverns?: An Apocalypse hit the planet and survivors were forced unground if they wished to continue their survival
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are the physical representations of the undergods, which are scattered underground and offer gifts or presents to their worshipers.
What previous role-play experience have you had, if any?: I have played on BOH (and the prior), several fallout related servers and am quite excited to try a steam punkish kind of server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I left the first fallout server because it went down, the other fallout servers I played on were not up to par with the first so I stopped playing, I’ve play multiple other role-play servers similar to BOH but none were as good so I didn’t stay.
Character Information
Name: Targon Myshe
Age: 51
Race or Nationality: Ragnau
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: An aged man with a short grey hair, a rugged grey beard, about 6 feet and 4 inches tall, wears the iron helmet of his father who has long since passed from old age, very fit and built like a brick wall. Wears robes of a greyish white and some old yellow shoes.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Born into a family with only one other brother Targon learned the value of having a family, he looked up to his older brother for most of his life, and even though they didn’t agree on everything they always were really close. He has a special bond with his brother, but it was their father that really made Targon the man he turned out to be. Targon’s father was a warrior. A very big, a very strong man. Targon would find himself pretending to be his dad when he was younger by walking around outside with a stick, wielding it as a sword, and strike down trees as he imagined his father did to his enemies. Being the typical Ragnau, Targon’s father was a very big strong man. He was a warrior but was more defensive than an attacker and had attempted to teach Targon’s older brother but he had no interest in this. So he taught Targon everything he knew.
Targon looked up to his brother even though he was clearly larger in size than him, but he noticed his brother would travel to the library daily, Targon would follow him a few times, and he took a liking to books about stories of the past, legends, and just enjoyed reading all together. He was never caught by his older brother but still looked to him as a role model for most things, but not profession. When his brother decided to follow a herbalists path, Targon started to use his own father as more of a role model due to his combat abilities.
Targon in his adolescence was never a social person, he would seclude himself on his family’s terrace and train, building his abilities and battle and his physique. His teen years were more of a finding point for himself, he choose that he would use his abilities to become a warrior, and a warrior he became. Around the age of 24 he met his wife who he would in the end marry. He fought many battles protecting his home from animals but no real fight with a man until about the time he was 27. Him and his father were at a market and were approached by two men wielding swords. They asked nicely for Targon and his father to hand over all their money but they just laughed and continued shopping. Next thing that happens is that his father is slashed on in the arm, Targon Charges the attacker totally taking the two men by surprise and Targon manages to disarm the man and use the sword the stab his friend through the torso. His friend falls and the first man flees. His father and him toss the swords aside and begin attempting to help the man that Targon has just stabbed; they bring him to the local healer and leave quickly. The guards never caught up with them and they actually say the man who fled once or twice afterwards, who as a matter of fact quickly avoided them.
He eventually would lose his marriage to accusations of adultery that were false on all accounts. His wife and child whisked away by another man all when he was only the age of 34. This was a hard time for him as she was the love of his life, he would continue to spend the next few years in the Tavern spending his coin on alcohol. He swore he would never love again, and love has never wondered his way and he was not gone searching. His late 30's consisted of him working as a courier, which he never really enjoyed but did it for the money. When Dravion begins mustering his army, he quickly quit his deliveries and put his time into being somewhat of a mercenary who did not require pay but was pretty much the town guard with all the help he did. His father has been dead for years now, old age caught up with him. Targon wears his father’s slightly rusted iron helmet almost at all times in honor of his father while attempting to protect his town and people. But eventually the apocalypse would catch up with his home...
What is your character's main goal? (Motivation): Targon’s main goal would be to try and protect himself and his family.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Durable, can take quite a bit of punishment before faltering. Despite being fairly large in size is also quite intelligible and if it wasn’t for him being a warrior he would have been more of a scholar in his better years.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Not very fast, and cannot sprint for long.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: More than likely not, he is more of a pacifist in his older years but he will fight for his home and his town. (if he has either)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): Brother: Shade_fox_tails nephew: uleftthedooropen great nephew: marinepenguin
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Targon hears some muffled screaming coming from an alley in town and runs to investigate only to find two men wielding a sword and an axe, with a little girl backed up into a wall*
Targon: What the hell is going on here?
Man1: Her father wouldn’t give us food so we thought taking her would convince him to do so
Targon: So you would kidnap a defenseless girl to get things you have not earned?
Man1: Sounds about right, well now that you’ve seen us I think you know what that means
Targon: *draws sword* Bad idea
Man2: *swings axe at Targon* arrgghhh
Targon(to the little girl): Go get help! *Dodges the axe swing*
*Targon runs to the street shortly after the girl leaves in an attempt to let this conflict seem more known to people around him.*
Man2: Get back here old man
Targon: *swings at man2 only to hit a piece of the man’s armor* (yells) Guards!
*Man1 swings his sword at Targon, who attempts to block it only to have the sword of his foe hit his left lef slightly. Man2 sees this as an opportunity so he raises his axe above his head and Targon quickly rams the man onto the ground, recovers quick enough to have man1 swing his sword again at him only for Targon to dodge left quickly and knock the sword from his hands, while the other two men are looking to recover, Targon makes a break for the guard station*
You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Targon walks into the settlement, very slowly and limping slightly*
Targon: Where’s the nearest tavern, or where can I get something to eat?
Woman: You don’t look so well, *points to a building* that’s the tavern, there’s beds that you can rent as well
Targon: *smiles* Thanks
*Targon walks to the building and enters the tavern*
Targon: *slams coins on the counter* Give me the quickest thing you can make, I need something to eat.
Barkeep: I could get you some bread and a bit of fruit.
Targon: Either works *leans up against the counter* could you make it quick please?
Barkeep: Sure thing
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Targon notices a man similar in age to himself in bad condition muttering something about food*
Targon: You don’t look so well, are you hungry?
Man: Very… Have you any food to spare?
Targon: I’m afraid not, but let me bring you to the tavern for some food and a drink.
Man: *very surprised reaction* R-R-Really? Just like that? You don’t want my arm or anything?
Targon: Well you know what they say about me
Spiderman: Everybody gets one
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Drunk: Your mother is a *****!
Targon: Ah I see.
Drunk: You see she was also really ugly as well.
Targon: *Loud and firmly stated* Noted
Drunk: And I screwed her every night your daddy was away.
Targon: *In a large booming voice* IF YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT MY FAMILY I WILL TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS, barkeep.
Barkeep: Stop harassing this man or you can leave.
Drunk: I’ll stop when this man’s mother stops being a *****!
Targon: *punches out the drunk man who passes out from the impact* Sorry about the mess *leaves*
you take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Targon is walking down the street and a necklace of this unknown woman catches his eye*
Targon: Excuse me miss, but that is one fine looking necklace.
Woman: Uhh thanks?
Targon: Sorry to intrude, it’s just my mother had one similar to that and I was wondering what it would take for you to part with that necklace?
Woman: Uhm what do you mean?
Targon: I mean how much would I have to pay you for you to sell it to me?
Woman: Oh, well it is kind of a gift from my mother.
Targon: Well then I definitely couldn’t ask you for it then. Thank you though. *walks off*
Define Roleplay in your own words: Roleplay is kind of an escape from your actual world, were you can be whoever you want to be and experience a life that would otherwise be impossible.
Define Metagaming in your own words: using information learned out of character in character
Define Powergaming in your own words: Doing unrealistic things and things that would otherwise be impossible or improbable. (eg Steven shot six arrows in the air killed 4 people with a sword and then the 6 arrows all landed on other peoples heads killing them all)
Who are the only people who can use flymod?: No one
IC Information
Character Name: Amelia Osmont
Character Path: Woodsman
Character Race: Cherzian
Character Biography (Should be at least 250 words):
Amelia was born in a small cottage in the woods far away from any civilization due to the wishes of the mother who was terrified of people. Her father and mother and grandmother raised Amelia to the best of their abilities. Her mother was a healer in her old life raised and trained in the healing arts and when Amelia was of age she was taught that. She lived in the cottage until she was 12 years old. When Amelia was 6 she was playing around the pond to the rear of the cottage, her father promptly saved her life and Amelia has been terrified of deep waters ever since. When Amelia was 12 her parents got up and left the cottage in search of a better life leaving Amelia's 80 year old grandmother to raise this child alone. Amelia learned the basics of a bow from her grandmother. Her grandmother was an expert bow user in her prime and due to her advanced age she was unable to keep the household protected from any threats so she trained Amelia on how to use a bow. Amelia loved to shoot the bow, it was a passion of hers and as such she became very good at it, by the age of 16 she was better than her grandmother. She was also taught on how to effectively look after a household. When she turned 17 her grandmother fell ill and demanded that Amelia leave the cottage and go live on her own so that she may not see her grandmother pass on or catch whatever she had. Amelia reluctantly left as she loved her grandmother but she still listened. Amelia spent about a year looking for her parents but to no avail she could not find any trace of them. So she picked a direction and started walking...
Additional Questions (These should be answered in character and RPed out)
Your character stumbles upon an injured man with the mark of an assassin group on his hand. You know that the Assassins guild has attacked him. Do you help him? Or do you leave to preserve your own safety? I see no immediate danger so i would tend to his wounds as best as i could, leave him with food and water and perhaps accompany him for a day or so.
A Cherzian is being robbed by two armed men. Do you help him/her? Do you flee?
I watch from a distance at first, i wield my bow in one hand. I decide to not help this man for my life would be at risk for i have never experienced combat prior to this moment. What are your character's weaknesses?
Lack of combat experience. Inability to tell good from bad in a person. Too naive. Afraid of water.
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IGN: Blacksfyre
Real-Life Age: 18
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have, usually there is a special word thingy but I can't find one.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Doing actions that would be, in reality, not entirely likely or possible. Such as dodging 74 arrows and then spawning your great undead army to murder the 7 people attacking you.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information you learned out of character, in character.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: To become a character in another world, and to act out their every move. Essentially living another life.
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 they agree to it.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When you are in the OOC chat or you use parentheses or private messaging.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: I have, it's rather difficult to form a character around as I have not done this specific type or roleplay before but I wish to try it.
Who is allowed to use magic?: People who have been trained with it at the acadamy.
Who are the Fallen?: They are a race, isolated from the rest of the humans.
When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R. after defeating the past monarchy in 167 A.R.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: From what I read they used to be the great protecters of the land, not so much great nowadays but still there.
What are the Net and Essence? The net is a magical barrier that would save anyone who would fall off, teleporting them to the nearest island, but losing all items in the process unless they have enough essence, which is the energy that you gain when overcoming obstacles. (levels)
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have rp'd with this community on the past two worlds they have had, but left the last one due to inability to play because my hardware just could not handle the map. I have had multiple experience with fallout related servers, but my first one disbanded and I just could never find another home.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Character Information
Name: Liandra Polveka
Age: 23
Class: Laborer
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory
Physical description: Around 5 foot 7. Small fit build. Green eyes, long blonde hair. Wearing a white robe with purple trim and a gret shirt underneath. Wears white pants, brown shoes and has healthy complexion (think I butchered that).
Screen capture of your skin: http://i.imgur.com/GQCKE2e.png
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Liandra was born into a wealthy family, her father, a priest and her mother a laborer. She was raised most of her life in brightwater. In her earlier years she was shielded from the rest of the world, usually kept in her home but would visit others under certain occasions, didn't have many friends besides her father. She was taught by her father to try and find the good in everyone, to try to appeal to those who seemed to lack it. She was taught that if everyone had good in them and that you could find it if you tried hard enough. Her mother would work endless hours and be away from home a lot, so she never really got to know her mother. Taught the basics of house hold tasks from her father she found asylum in cleaning and cooking for her father. Her mother worked mostly in the Outpost and would stay there for extended periods. News would come when Liandra was 11 of her mothers death. An unstable tree had fell on her and she was found three days later. This would cause her father to enter a state of depression (which he hid very well. Soon after her mothers death, her father started to tell Liandra stories of them in their youth. Stories she had never heard before. She usually saw her father as a mindless servent of the church, but in those days she saw more in him. She looked up to him. In her little 11 year old heart she vowed to herself that she would follow in her fathers footsteps and become a priest, and study the Goddess of Aneria. The years passed and her father got older and soon fell ill. He would die in his bed at home, but not before Liandra left town to attempt to find someone who could help her father as no one in town seemed to have the skills or the want to help him. Her journey led her to the Outpost, where she would be lost in for weeks. During that time she was attacked by many creatures but nothing got to her more than the giant spider who chased her for hours before giving up. When she managed to find a kind traveler who directed her back to the brightwater she would come back to find her father had passed from his illness. She stayed there for a few years before deciding to leave the town and head to the Capitol to attend the academy. This time with a map of where to go. She would try to make her father proud.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To become a priest and help all those she can.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Small frame, and quite quick. A hard target to hit. Pure of mind.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Not very strong, unskilled with any weapon. Very naive. Scared to death of spiders.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
(enter Liandra on two men harassing a young girl.)
Me: Stop! Stop! Why are you doing this to her?
Man 1 replies: Oh we were just trying to make some friends!
Man 2 says: Yeah, friends.
I look over at the clearly frightened young girl, and motions her to come to me. The little girl begins to walk towards me but Man 2 stands in front of her blocking her route.
Man 2: Where do you think you are going?
Me: With me, now stand aside.
Man 2: And what if I don't?
Me: Then you won't each be getting a drink from the tavern.
Man 1: And why shouldn't we just take that money from you and then go back to our buisness?
I motions for the girl to run while I unsheathe my sword drawing the attention of Man 2. As the young girl runs away I throws the sword at the men and runs to catch up with the girl. I lose track of where she went and I take a wrong turn down an alley and are at a dead end. The men approach her.
Me: What do you want from me?
Man 1: You scared off our new friend! We want to become better acquainted with you.
Me (looking intentionally sad and weak to appeal to their conscience): Why not we forget about her and we can actually become acquainted? Tab is on me.
Man 2 looks at man one and they whisper out of earshot of me.
Man 2 smiles and says: We could do that.
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
(Enter Liandra walking along in the market)
I was walking in the market when a strange man walked up to me.
Man: Are you looking to make some coin?
Me: No I am not.
I try to walk away but he jumps in front of me.
Man: Nonsense! I have something that I need help with retrieving.
I sigh: What is it?
The man smiles: It is a red satchel that holds many items, but most notably my exotic hat. It is red with a white cotton ball on the top.
Me: Where is it?
Man: Bloodstone.
I step back as i have never had any experience with fighting anything and from the stories I've heard it is a place infested with monsters and other creatures.
Me: I would love to help you but I simply cannot step foot in that wretched place.
Man: But you are the last person I can rely on.
I think very deeply. I could help him but it would most certainly end in my death.
Me: I simply cannot risk my life for whatever amount of coin you possess. Perhaps seek more help from the outpost?
I walk away from him: Good day, Aneria bless you.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
(Enter Liandra walking down the street)
I was walking down the street when I noticed a man who had a striking resemblance to my father. He was begging for food so I thought I would help the fellow out.
Man: Excuse me miss do you have any food I could have? I haven't eaten for four days.
Me: Sorry mister, but I don't have food on me...
The man looks disappointed but looks passed me to try to find someone else.
Me: ... But I could walk with you to the tavern and we could try to get you back on your feet after I've fed you.
Man: Really? I fear that in my advanced age that I cannot do as much work as before.
I reach out to help the old man get up.
I smile: We'll see what we can do for you.
Man: Thank you so much miss, my name is Galvin
Still holding his hand, i shake it: Pleased to meet you Galvin, I am Liandra.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
(Enter Liandra in a tavern with a plethora of other people)
Me: Get me a pint please.
I place down the coin for it on the counter as he passes me my drink. While grabbing for it I accidentally bump the man sitting beside me.
Man: OH WHAT THE HECK?
Me: My mistake sir, I did not mean to bump into you.
I try to go back to my drink, as he knocks it over.
Me: Why would you do that?
Man: I don't like you.
Me: I don't want any trouble sir.
Man: Yeah well your mother did, we had loads of trouble last night.
He lets out a drunked laugh.
Me: How dare you speak of my mother!
I spit in his face and attempt to leave the bar, as a notice the drunk man being ordered out by the bartender.
Bartender: Come back here, I'll give you a free one, that man is nothing but trouble anyway.
I smile at the bartender.: Aneria bless you.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
(Enter Liandra walking through town past a woman.)
I saw this woman's necklace that i just fell in love with the moment i saw it, but she seemed in quite the hurry. I proceeded to follow her in a hurried mannar in an attempt to catch up with her.
I yelled out to her: Excuse me miss, please wait!
The woman stops in her tracks and looks at me, as I jog up to her.
Me: Can I get a better look at your necklace?
Woman: Why would you want to do that?
Me: Because you walked by me and I was taken aback by the beauty of it.
Woman obviously seeming flatter obliged to my request. She hands over the necklace.
Me: By Aneria this is amazing. You are truely a lucky woman to have this as your own.
I hand back the necklace.
Woman: Thank you miss, but i have somewhere i need to be. good day!
Me: Aneria Bless you!
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
When is the present? Like what year is it? I could not find the year.
Other notes:
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IGN: Blacksfyre
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.:Multiple servers that have all since closed. Mostly in Fallout settings but i have done medieval a few times and are familiar with Elders Scrolls lore
How did you find us(For our referral program): MinecraftForums
Why Us: Seemed to not be too large nor too small
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2h daily depending on schedule
Brief Description of Yourself: it's hard to say this without feeling narcissistic but I am described as Funny, Charismatic and fairly intelligent.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Becoming a character in a world that is not your own. Its all about the immersion, just making it feel less like an activity more of a life. It's you filling shoes of a character you create. Be who you want to be. (barbie girl)
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Meta-Gaming is using information you learned OOC IC. Powergaming is doing actions that would simply not be possible (eg John Shoots all 6 guards in the head with ONE ARROW)
IC
Name: Targon Koalias
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age:65
Appearance: Large build (for a Nord) around 6 foot 6 in height, muscle bound but not ridiculous. Short dark grey hair with a full beard. Greyish black robes with his golden(not actually gold just colour) tunic and pants.
Fears: Claustrophobic to some degree. Daedra
Personality: Friendly humble old man. Large booming voice but very moral.
Occupation: Alchemist (Retired Guard)
Skills: Skilled in Alchemy, a born warrior but is rusty on his swordsmanship.
Nickname (Optional):
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: Yes
Can You Character Farm?: Limited Ability
Can Your Character Mine?: No
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: Rather persuasive. Alchemy if it wasn't already apparent. Barter.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Targon was born and raised in Skyrim, in the town of Kynesgrove. His Mother was an alchemist and his father just a humble miner. He spent his whole childhood (within reasonable time-frame he started at about 4 or 5) working with his mother trying to help her with her practice and learning how to do most of these things while doing so. When Targon was about 10, Kynesgrove was attacked by bandits, leaving his father wounded in defense of his home but he would survive his injuries and return to the mines, but due to the recent attack dedicated time to teaching Targon how to use a blade. He spent his preteen and teenage years training for combat. His parents discouraged him from pursuing a career in it as they worried for his health but he remained persistent and around the time he was 15 he left home to Eastmarch's Capital where he would enlist to become a town guard. He spent several years training to become a guard, living in the barracks and off the bare minimum. When he was 16 he was finally a "full" guard of Windhelm, he had to go through the initiation and swear his allegiance to the Throne and Jarl. He lived a happy humble life protecting the people of Windhelm. He mostly was on the reserves and a lookout just due to how short on guards they were around the time.
When Targon was around the age of 16, news of the murder of the High King had spread and he was forced to join the "true sons and daughters of Skyrim". The Stormcloaks. Targon really wasn't one for allegiance to anyone but his people, and his people was Windhelm so he would raise his sword against any who threatened. He heard of the rumors of the dragons returning but dismissed it as nothing more than tomfoolery. Until came the reports of the dragon's attack on Kynesgrove, naturally he told his captain and took off to see his parents (who he had not seen since he left, but he had written letters to his father as his mother was at a point of disowning him) and make sure they were okay. When entering Kynesgrove he saw the skeleton of what appeared to be a dragon. Ignoring it he ran directly to his home where he see his mother crying alone. He barged in and she screamed but then a look of relief was in her eyes. She told him of how his father valiantly fought alongside the guards and a strange man from out of town and ultimately fell in battle. She was extremely distraught and Targon decided to take a few days to make sure she was okay and to help her with the burial of his father. He want back to Windhelm and stayed there for a few weeks, learning all these stories about this hero who was just like the dragonborn of legend and he heard about the return of Alduin. Not too long after it was discovered that the dragonborn had attempted to defeat Alduin and he failed. Soon after when Alduin ruled over. Skyrim was in ruins.
Targon heard the rumors of the evacuation, and then successfully got aboard the ship and was able to make his way to Solstheim. So there he stay in Solstheim for years and years, in a hidden underground tomb, losing his mother to weakness and old age along the way he remained rather discrete only visiting out lying areas to just to loot and get supplies as he lived his life in solitude. With the loss of his family he just enjoyed the simple things in life such as reading and making himself physically stronger and he was quite happy being a hermit. Then he just couldnt put up with it anymore, he wanted to do something more with his life, so he moved to a small settlement and was looking for a way out of Solstheim. He had found notes when he looted about the land called Solterkardi. And then he found his way there through a man who offered him a ride there and he accepted.
That shoud wrap it up, kinda butchered the ending but couldnt find a good way to do that. Fus Ro Dah and all that nonsense. Look forward to having reply.
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IGN: Blacksfyre
Real-Life Age: 17
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes and of course
What is the definition of "Power gaming"?: Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in character in an attempt to be a demi god of everything. “Steven bent his pinky and an earthquake caused rainbow jesus to kill John”
What is the definition of "Meta gaming"? : Using information you discovered out of character in character.
What is the definition of "Role-play"? : To take on the role of another person in another world and act as if you were that character in said world.
Who can use fly mod, X-ray and other such client sided mods?: No one ever, except maybe welk but he’s just a loose cannon admin, who doesn’t play by the rules (I.E. A bad ass
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if the other person agrees to it, but they have to be reasonable to some extent
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: whenever you want as long as you use (()) or /tell
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to role-play in accordance with it?: It’ll have to sink in a bit more before I fully feel it but yes I have read and agree to it
Who is allowed to use magic?: Under-gods and their sages
How did the Humans come to be in the Caverns?: An Apocalypse hit the planet and survivors were forced unground if they wished to continue their survival
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are the physical representations of the undergods, which are scattered underground and offer gifts or presents to their worshipers.
What previous role-play experience have you had, if any?: I have played on BOH (and the prior), several fallout related servers and am quite excited to try a steam punkish kind of server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I left the first fallout server because it went down, the other fallout servers I played on were not up to par with the first so I stopped playing, I’ve play multiple other role-play servers similar to BOH but none were as good so I didn’t stay.
Character Information
Name: Targon Myshe
Age: 51
Race or Nationality: Ragnau
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: An aged man with a short grey hair, a rugged grey beard, about 6 feet and 4 inches tall, wears the iron helmet of his father who has long since passed from old age, very fit and built like a brick wall. Wears robes of a greyish white and some old yellow shoes.
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Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Born into a family with only one other brother Targon learned the value of having a family, he looked up to his older brother for most of his life, and even though they didn’t agree on everything they always were really close. He has a special bond with his brother, but it was their father that really made Targon the man he turned out to be. Targon’s father was a warrior. A very big, a very strong man. Targon would find himself pretending to be his dad when he was younger by walking around outside with a stick, wielding it as a sword, and strike down trees as he imagined his father did to his enemies. Being the typical Ragnau, Targon’s father was a very big strong man. He was a warrior but was more defensive than an attacker and had attempted to teach Targon’s older brother but he had no interest in this. So he taught Targon everything he knew.
Targon looked up to his brother even though he was clearly larger in size than him, but he noticed his brother would travel to the library daily, Targon would follow him a few times, and he took a liking to books about stories of the past, legends, and just enjoyed reading all together. He was never caught by his older brother but still looked to him as a role model for most things, but not profession. When his brother decided to follow a herbalists path, Targon started to use his own father as more of a role model due to his combat abilities.
Targon in his adolescence was never a social person, he would seclude himself on his family’s terrace and train, building his abilities and battle and his physique. His teen years were more of a finding point for himself, he choose that he would use his abilities to become a warrior, and a warrior he became. Around the age of 24 he met his wife who he would in the end marry. He fought many battles protecting his home from animals but no real fight with a man until about the time he was 27. Him and his father were at a market and were approached by two men wielding swords. They asked nicely for Targon and his father to hand over all their money but they just laughed and continued shopping. Next thing that happens is that his father is slashed on in the arm, Targon Charges the attacker totally taking the two men by surprise and Targon manages to disarm the man and use the sword the stab his friend through the torso. His friend falls and the first man flees. His father and him toss the swords aside and begin attempting to help the man that Targon has just stabbed; they bring him to the local healer and leave quickly. The guards never caught up with them and they actually say the man who fled once or twice afterwards, who as a matter of fact quickly avoided them.
He eventually would lose his marriage to accusations of adultery that were false on all accounts. His wife and child whisked away by another man all when he was only the age of 34. This was a hard time for him as she was the love of his life, he would continue to spend the next few years in the Tavern spending his coin on alcohol. He swore he would never love again, and love has never wondered his way and he was not gone searching. His late 30's consisted of him working as a courier, which he never really enjoyed but did it for the money. When Dravion begins mustering his army, he quickly quit his deliveries and put his time into being somewhat of a mercenary who did not require pay but was pretty much the town guard with all the help he did. His father has been dead for years now, old age caught up with him. Targon wears his father’s slightly rusted iron helmet almost at all times in honor of his father while attempting to protect his town and people. But eventually the apocalypse would catch up with his home...
What is your character's main goal? (Motivation): Targon’s main goal would be to try and protect himself and his family.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Durable, can take quite a bit of punishment before faltering. Despite being fairly large in size is also quite intelligible and if it wasn’t for him being a warrior he would have been more of a scholar in his better years.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Not very fast, and cannot sprint for long.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: More than likely not, he is more of a pacifist in his older years but he will fight for his home and his town. (if he has either)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): Brother: Shade_fox_tails nephew: uleftthedooropen great nephew: marinepenguin
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Targon hears some muffled screaming coming from an alley in town and runs to investigate only to find two men wielding a sword and an axe, with a little girl backed up into a wall*
Targon: What the hell is going on here?
Man1: Her father wouldn’t give us food so we thought taking her would convince him to do so
Targon: So you would kidnap a defenseless girl to get things you have not earned?
Man1: Sounds about right, well now that you’ve seen us I think you know what that means
Targon: *draws sword* Bad idea
Man2: *swings axe at Targon* arrgghhh
Targon(to the little girl): Go get help! *Dodges the axe swing*
*Targon runs to the street shortly after the girl leaves in an attempt to let this conflict seem more known to people around him.*
Man2: Get back here old man
Targon: *swings at man2 only to hit a piece of the man’s armor* (yells) Guards!
*Man1 swings his sword at Targon, who attempts to block it only to have the sword of his foe hit his left lef slightly. Man2 sees this as an opportunity so he raises his axe above his head and Targon quickly rams the man onto the ground, recovers quick enough to have man1 swing his sword again at him only for Targon to dodge left quickly and knock the sword from his hands, while the other two men are looking to recover, Targon makes a break for the guard station*
You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Targon walks into the settlement, very slowly and limping slightly*
Targon: Where’s the nearest tavern, or where can I get something to eat?
Woman: You don’t look so well, *points to a building* that’s the tavern, there’s beds that you can rent as well
Targon: *smiles* Thanks
*Targon walks to the building and enters the tavern*
Targon: *slams coins on the counter* Give me the quickest thing you can make, I need something to eat.
Barkeep: I could get you some bread and a bit of fruit.
Targon: Either works *leans up against the counter* could you make it quick please?
Barkeep: Sure thing
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Targon notices a man similar in age to himself in bad condition muttering something about food*
Targon: You don’t look so well, are you hungry?
Man: Very… Have you any food to spare?
Targon: I’m afraid not, but let me bring you to the tavern for some food and a drink.
Man: *very surprised reaction* R-R-Really? Just like that? You don’t want my arm or anything?
Targon: Well you know what they say about me
Spiderman: Everybody gets one
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Drunk: Your mother is a *****!
Targon: Ah I see.
Drunk: You see she was also really ugly as well.
Targon: *Loud and firmly stated* Noted
Drunk: And I screwed her every night your daddy was away.
Targon: *In a large booming voice* IF YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT MY FAMILY I WILL TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS, barkeep.
Barkeep: Stop harassing this man or you can leave.
Drunk: I’ll stop when this man’s mother stops being a *****!
Targon: *punches out the drunk man who passes out from the impact* Sorry about the mess *leaves*
you take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Targon is walking down the street and a necklace of this unknown woman catches his eye*
Targon: Excuse me miss, but that is one fine looking necklace.
Woman: Uhh thanks?
Targon: Sorry to intrude, it’s just my mother had one similar to that and I was wondering what it would take for you to part with that necklace?
Woman: Uhm what do you mean?
Targon: I mean how much would I have to pay you for you to sell it to me?
Woman: Oh, well it is kind of a gift from my mother.
Targon: Well then I definitely couldn’t ask you for it then. Thank you though. *walks off*
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Real-Life Age: 17
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yes, yes and of course
What is the definition of "Power gaming"?: Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in character in an attempt to be a demi god of everything. “Steven bent his pinky and an earthquake caused rainbow jesus to kill John”
What is the definition of "Meta gaming"? : Using information you discovered out of character in character.
What is the definition of "Role-play"? : To take on the role of another person in another world and act as if you were that character in said world.
Who can use fly mod, X-ray and other such client sided mods?: No one ever, except maybe welk but he’s just a loose cannon admin, who doesn’t play by the rules (I.E. A bad ass
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: Only if the other person agrees to it, but they have to be reasonable to some extent
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: whenever you want as long as you use (()) or /tell
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to role-play in accordance with it?: It’ll have to sink in a bit more before I fully feel it but yes I have read and agree to it
Who is allowed to use magic?: Under-gods and their sages
How did the Humans come to be in the Caverns?: An Apocalypse hit the planet and survivors were forced unground if they wished to continue their survival
What are the Shrines?: Shrines are the physical representations of the undergods, which are scattered underground and offer gifts or presents to their worshipers.
What previous role-play experience have you had, if any?: I have played on BOH (and the prior), several fallout related servers and am quite excited to try a steam punkish kind of server.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: I left the first fallout server because it went down, the other fallout servers I played on were not up to par with the first so I stopped playing, I’ve play multiple other role-play servers similar to BOH but none were as good so I didn’t stay.
Character Information
Name: Targon Myshe
Age: 51
Race or Nationality: Ragnau
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: An aged man with a short grey hair, a rugged grey beard, about 6 feet and 4 inches tall, wears the iron helmet of his father who has long since passed from old age, very fit and built like a brick wall. Wears robes of a greyish white and some old yellow shoes.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Born into a family with only one other brother Targon learned the value of having a family, he looked up to his older brother for most of his life, and even though they didn’t agree on everything they always were really close. He has a special bond with his brother, but it was their father that really made Targon the man he turned out to be. Targon’s father was a warrior. A very big, a very strong man. Targon would find himself pretending to be his dad when he was younger by walking around outside with a stick, wielding it as a sword, and strike down trees as he imagined his father did to his enemies. Being the typical Ragnau, Targon’s father was a very big strong man. He was a warrior but was more defensive than an attacker and had attempted to teach Targon’s older brother but he had no interest in this. So he taught Targon everything he knew.
Targon looked up to his brother even though he was clearly larger in size than him, but he noticed his brother would travel to the library daily, Targon would follow him a few times, and he took a liking to books about stories of the past, legends, and just enjoyed reading all together. He was never caught by his older brother but still looked to him as a role model for most things, but not profession. When his brother decided to follow a herbalists path, Targon started to use his own father as more of a role model due to his combat abilities.
Targon in his adolescence was never a social person, he would seclude himself on his family’s terrace and train, building his abilities and battle and his physique. His teen years were more of a finding point for himself, he choose that he would use his abilities to become a warrior, and a warrior he became. Around the age of 24 he met his wife who he would in the end marry. He fought many battles protecting his home from animals but no real fight with a man until about the time he was 27. Him and his father were at a market and were approached by two men wielding swords. They asked nicely for Targon and his father to hand over all their money but they just laughed and continued shopping. Next thing that happens is that his father is slashed on in the arm, Targon Charges the attacker totally taking the two men by surprise and Targon manages to disarm the man and use the sword the stab his friend through the torso. His friend falls and the first man flees. His father and him toss the swords aside and begin attempting to help the man that Targon has just stabbed; they bring him to the local healer and leave quickly. The guards never caught up with them and they actually say the man who fled once or twice afterwards, who as a matter of fact quickly avoided them.
He eventually would lose his marriage to accusations of adultery that were false on all accounts. His wife and child whisked away by another man all when he was only the age of 34. This was a hard time for him as she was the love of his life, he would continue to spend the next few years in the Tavern spending his coin on alcohol. He swore he would never love again, and love has never wondered his way and he was not gone searching. His late 30's consisted of him working as a courier, which he never really enjoyed but did it for the money. When Dravion begins mustering his army, he quickly quit his deliveries and put his time into being somewhat of a mercenary who did not require pay but was pretty much the town guard with all the help he did. His father has been dead for years now, old age caught up with him. Targon wears his father’s slightly rusted iron helmet almost at all times in honor of his father while attempting to protect his town and people. But eventually the apocalypse would catch up with his home...
What is your character's main goal? (Motivation): Targon’s main goal would be to try and protect himself and his family.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Durable, can take quite a bit of punishment before faltering. Despite being fairly large in size is also quite intelligible and if it wasn’t for him being a warrior he would have been more of a scholar in his better years.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Not very fast, and cannot sprint for long.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: More than likely not, he is more of a pacifist in his older years but he will fight for his home and his town. (if he has either)
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.): Brother: Shade_fox_tails nephew: uleftthedooropen great nephew: marinepenguin
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
*Targon hears some muffled screaming coming from an alley in town and runs to investigate only to find two men wielding a sword and an axe, with a little girl backed up into a wall*
Targon: What the hell is going on here?
Man1: Her father wouldn’t give us food so we thought taking her would convince him to do so
Targon: So you would kidnap a defenseless girl to get things you have not earned?
Man1: Sounds about right, well now that you’ve seen us I think you know what that means
Targon: *draws sword* Bad idea
Man2: *swings axe at Targon* arrgghhh
Targon(to the little girl): Go get help! *Dodges the axe swing*
*Targon runs to the street shortly after the girl leaves in an attempt to let this conflict seem more known to people around him.*
Man2: Get back here old man
Targon: *swings at man2 only to hit a piece of the man’s armor* (yells) Guards!
*Man1 swings his sword at Targon, who attempts to block it only to have the sword of his foe hit his left lef slightly. Man2 sees this as an opportunity so he raises his axe above his head and Targon quickly rams the man onto the ground, recovers quick enough to have man1 swing his sword again at him only for Targon to dodge left quickly and knock the sword from his hands, while the other two men are looking to recover, Targon makes a break for the guard station*
You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
*Targon walks into the settlement, very slowly and limping slightly*
Targon: Where’s the nearest tavern, or where can I get something to eat?
Woman: You don’t look so well, *points to a building* that’s the tavern, there’s beds that you can rent as well
Targon: *smiles* Thanks
*Targon walks to the building and enters the tavern*
Targon: *slams coins on the counter* Give me the quickest thing you can make, I need something to eat.
Barkeep: I could get you some bread and a bit of fruit.
Targon: Either works *leans up against the counter* could you make it quick please?
Barkeep: Sure thing
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
*Targon notices a man similar in age to himself in bad condition muttering something about food*
Targon: You don’t look so well, are you hungry?
Man: Very… Have you any food to spare?
Targon: I’m afraid not, but let me bring you to the tavern for some food and a drink.
Man: *very surprised reaction* R-R-Really? Just like that? You don’t want my arm or anything?
Targon: Well you know what they say about me
Spiderman: Everybody gets one
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
Drunk: Your mother is a *****!
Targon: Ah I see.
Drunk: You see she was also really ugly as well.
Targon: *Loud and firmly stated* Noted
Drunk: And I screwed her every night your daddy was away.
Targon: *In a large booming voice* IF YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT MY FAMILY I WILL TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS, barkeep.
Barkeep: Stop harassing this man or you can leave.
Drunk: I’ll stop when this man’s mother stops being a *****!
Targon: *punches out the drunk man who passes out from the impact* Sorry about the mess *leaves*
you take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
*Targon is walking down the street and a necklace of this unknown woman catches his eye*
Targon: Excuse me miss, but that is one fine looking necklace.
Woman: Uhh thanks?
Targon: Sorry to intrude, it’s just my mother had one similar to that and I was wondering what it would take for you to part with that necklace?
Woman: Uhm what do you mean?
Targon: I mean how much would I have to pay you for you to sell it to me?
Woman: Oh, well it is kind of a gift from my mother.
Targon: Well then I definitely couldn’t ask you for it then. Thank you though. *walks off*
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Age: 17
County/Time Zone: eastern
Define Roleplay in your own words: Roleplay is kind of an escape from your actual world, were you can be whoever you want to be and experience a life that would otherwise be impossible.
Define Metagaming in your own words: using information learned out of character in character
Define Powergaming in your own words: Doing unrealistic things and things that would otherwise be impossible or improbable. (eg Steven shot six arrows in the air killed 4 people with a sword and then the 6 arrows all landed on other peoples heads killing them all)
Who are the only people who can use flymod?: No one
IC Information
Character Name: Amelia Osmont
Character Path: Woodsman
Character Race: Cherzian
Character Biography (Should be at least 250 words):
Amelia was born in a small cottage in the woods far away from any civilization due to the wishes of the mother who was terrified of people. Her father and mother and grandmother raised Amelia to the best of their abilities. Her mother was a healer in her old life raised and trained in the healing arts and when Amelia was of age she was taught that. She lived in the cottage until she was 12 years old. When Amelia was 6 she was playing around the pond to the rear of the cottage, her father promptly saved her life and Amelia has been terrified of deep waters ever since. When Amelia was 12 her parents got up and left the cottage in search of a better life leaving Amelia's 80 year old grandmother to raise this child alone. Amelia learned the basics of a bow from her grandmother. Her grandmother was an expert bow user in her prime and due to her advanced age she was unable to keep the household protected from any threats so she trained Amelia on how to use a bow. Amelia loved to shoot the bow, it was a passion of hers and as such she became very good at it, by the age of 16 she was better than her grandmother. She was also taught on how to effectively look after a household. When she turned 17 her grandmother fell ill and demanded that Amelia leave the cottage and go live on her own so that she may not see her grandmother pass on or catch whatever she had. Amelia reluctantly left as she loved her grandmother but she still listened. Amelia spent about a year looking for her parents but to no avail she could not find any trace of them. So she picked a direction and started walking...
Additional Questions
(These should be answered in character and RPed out)
Your character stumbles upon an injured man with the mark of an assassin group on his hand. You know that the Assassins guild has attacked him. Do you help him? Or do you leave to preserve your own safety? I see no immediate danger so i would tend to his wounds as best as i could, leave him with food and water and perhaps accompany him for a day or so.
A Cherzian is being robbed by two armed men. Do you help him/her? Do you flee?
I watch from a distance at first, i wield my bow in one hand. I decide to not help this man for my life would be at risk for i have never experienced combat prior to this moment.
What are your character's weaknesses?
Lack of combat experience. Inability to tell good from bad in a person. Too naive. Afraid of water.