I've played on the server since it opened up and I really enjoy it, everyone is super nice and mature. Spawn is taking off and shops are popping up and the community is really coming together nicely. Would absolutely recommend this server!
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Apr 14, 2020Caruso09 posted a message on 🌕 NyxCraft | Vanilla | 1.15.2 | 18+ | Whitelist | Discord | Events 🌕Posted in: PC Servers
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MC Username: Caruso09
Age (18+): 19
Country/Timezone: United States (Eastern Daylight Time, GMT-4)
What Do You Like Doing in Mc: I enjoy building, making big farms, and playing with others. I always like to design community builds and I love to set up shops and engage in the economy.
Nov 23, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Appearance: Shaggy, mid-length (for a guy), blonde hair. His face is slightly broader than his regular form, and is slightly shorter. Stands at 6' even, muscular, but not well-defined.
Equipment: Full-plate armor, save a helmet, as Gareth is confident that he won't need one. Custom-tailored to allow almost full range of motion, but the weight limits acrobatics. Carries a 6-foot spear and a longsword. His shield hangs at his hip, ready to be used in case of emergency. His icon is engraved over his heart, but lacks the human translation. "I doubt these humans would know anything beyond their own language..." He still wears a cloak, but this one lacks a hood, and is tattered and full-black, with not insignia.
Nov 22, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Is it necessary for me to change my name since I was not formerly a guardian? Likewise, my armor? I do know that i must change my facial appearance to better reflect humans, but I was curious about the other aspects.
Nov 21, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Gareth heard all of the news. He wondered how he could have even been revived if he'd truly been dead, or if he'd been dead at all. He clearly remembered being in a black void for what felt like days, and had he not had a strong will, he might have gone mad.
Gareth was about to speak back to The Dark Lord, but other people appeared in the throne room. Well people is a very broad term. There was a human, but, there were also other creatures. Gareth concluded that these were the other guardians The Dark Lord was talking about, but before he'd reasoned this out, Gareth already had a hand on sword at his hip. One of them reports to The Dark Lord something about runes. Gareth stays quiet for the moment.
Nov 20, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Gareth considered what the Dark Lord said. On one hand, it's difficult to serve what kills you. On the other, he didn't have much choice. Gareth concluded that the Dark Lord shared similar motives to his own. "I can not deny your offer. I wish to be part of your legions," he paused, stuttering to find a word he'd never used to refer to something else, "My Lord." Gareth may have chosen to return to his eternal sleep had The Dark Lord's motives not matched his, though, they did. They both sought to conquer everything that was known and then everything else. Gareth was not necessarily in it to control everything, but rather to be remembered... speaking of which, how long had he been dead? Had he even been dead? The last time he remembered, The Dark Lord was incredibly powerful, but now seemed relatively weak, though still stronger than Gareth himself. "Dark Lord, have you anything that requires my service?"
Nov 20, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Gareth thought that he was dead. Where else could he have been? He'd been stuck in an empty void for what felt like days and came to the conclusion that nothing was here. He had to have seen something by now, right?
But then he heard, something, something very loud to point that Gareth believed he would become deaf. And then there was nothing, again, although, now he realized that he could open his eyes. Light blinded him, but after a few moments he could make out his surroundings. There was a large field encompassed by trees in front of him, but in this field there was a long valley with a river passing through it between two hills. Gareth was unable to make out where the river went, it seemed that it had no destination, and that it's edges were not static, but rather dynamic, moving every which way. Pools of red liquid, likely to be blood, flowed in the water, being carried and dissipated by the river's current. At that moment, another deafening noise shook the room. Gareth turned around and saw that a fortress, with walls of iron and stone and with spouts of fire had materialized behind him.
He was pleased to see such a structure, assuming it to be his own. As he was advancing towards it, he heard noises in his head. Something was trying to tell him something. Gareth resisted, but whatever it was managed to get "Floor Thirteen" into his head. At that moment, Gareth was standing in front of the essence of the being that had killed him.
"Hello, Dark Lord. Why have you risen me?"
Nov 19, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Name: Gareth, Commander of the Forsaken
Gareth has a square jaw, high cheekbones, pointy ears, and a low brow that is seemingly stuck in a scowl. His eyes are of a bright blue color, and his hair that flows down to his shoulders is of a dark brown hue.
He wears a gambeson beneath a mail shirt, with steel plates protecting his forearms up to his elbows. Over his mail, he dons a red tunic, with tattered sleeves that end just past his biceps. Fastened to his chest, Gareth has segmented steel plates with engravings of an insignia to protect his entire torso.
As for pants, Gareth wears brown, borderline black, leather-esque trousers. His pants are flexible, allowing him to a full range of motion. His boots match the color of his pants. Steel plates cover his shins and toes.
Over all of this, Gareth wears a black cloak, interwoven with gold-infused thread, and a red insignia to match the one on his chest in the center. The insignia itself depicts a hawk and a bear biting at each other's heels in a circle shape, with an Elven symbol of peace in the middle. Surrounding the insignia is the Elven and Human translations for, “Peace, only through war.”
Gareth is a logical and solemn man-elf. He carefully watches the move of everyone around him, without ever giving a clue that he is. He reasons through problems rationally, however, sometimes his pride gets the best of him, a trait passed on from his Elven ancestors. He is extremely loyal, as long as the person he’s loyal to shares his motives. Furthermore, he has an iron will. Everything he does is usually done according to his own will.
Gareth lived a life such that he became adept in warfare. Movements of troops, tactics, fighting… it all made sense to him. He was a general, his own general. He served no one, but many served him. Gareth had a peculiarity about him that allowed him to consume the mind of a being. At first, this meant rats and other rodents, but as he grew older, this meant men, elves, and anything that had a mind. Gareth had a way of breaking a living being’s will, or its instincts to kill, simply by grabbing hold of them, and entering their mind. It was said that he could break anything’s will and use it against them. So imagine Gareth when he met a being that resisted his influence.
They called him The Dark Lord.
Ages ago, Gareth had found himself and his army of Forsaken against the Lord. At the time, none had defeated the Dark Lord, but Gareth Elven pride got the best of him, and so he faced him. In the midst of battle, the two leaders encountered. Gareth was fast, but The Dark Lord was faster. For a moment, The Dark Lord left and opening for Gareth to exploit. He grabbed the Lord around his neck, and attempted to enter his mind. But he couldn’t; The Dark Lord resisted Gareth’s power.
After breaking Gareth influence, The Dark Lord gripped Gareth by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him into the ground, knocking any air inside of his lungs out. The Dark Lord did not kill Gareth however. Gareth’s mind faded, and that was the last thing he would see for thousands of years.
- “Submit to me!” - Gareth can take control of weaker, living beings to force them to fight for him. After he no longer has a use for them, they commit suicide.
- Elven Wrath - Gareth focuses and time slows to him for a few moments. During this time, Gareth becomes extremely dangerous to weak beings, and some stronger beings. He is able to kill most things in one well placed attack, unless his target is heavily armored, as he only uses his sword and shield during this time. Some beings can “resist” Elven Wrath and can focus down Gareth.
- Light of the Forsaken - Gareth can consume one or more of his followers in a blinding explosion of frost or fire. This obviously destroys the follower. The more powerful the follower, the more powerful the blast.
Gareth is adept in using swords and javelins with a small shield. His sword of choice is made of steel with Elven engravings on one side with Human translations on the other. His javelin is made for stabbing armored targets. It has a a very thin tip made for poking in gaps of armor, but isnt useful for much other than stabbing. His shield is special made to resist physical attacks, magic attacks, and attacks from cursed or enchanted weapons. The shield itself is not exceptionally good at defending against any of the mentioned types of attacks, but is instead made to resist all of the attacks decently.
(( If there's anything that seems too powerful I'd be happy to change it. ))
Apr 28, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
The faint light of the sun breaching the windows of Anders' house woke him. He laid there for a moment before sitting up and getting out of his bed. He sat on the edge with his face in palms, rubbing his eyes, before standing. He looked at the bag he'd packed for the night before, noticing his old linen pants laying next to it. He put them in a drawer, as he didn't find it necessary to take them on the trip. He changed out of the clothes in which he slept into what he'd be wearing for the adventure. White shirt, his new cotton pants, and his leather breastplate and pauldrons. He fixed the pouch with his belongings to his belt, then fitted his axes into the metal loops on his hips.
After he left, he made his way through the market. Few people walked the streets this early, most of them were likely just waking up or tending to their responsibilities at home. He browsed the shops and saw that one in particular sold tools of sorts. Anders approached the vendor and browsed his stock. He saw hammers, saws, hoes, and various other tools, but the vendor also sold knives. Anders wasn't searching for a new weapon, his axes in his hands were far too effective to need anything else, but a knife was a good thing to own as a utility. He spoke to the vendor. "What knives do you have in stock? One with a sheath that I could attach to this strap would be perfect." He gestured to the strap across his chest that held his left pauldron to his shoulder.
(( I put the parts that relate to my inventory in bold an attempt to help you out with my character sheet, let me know if you don't want me to continue this and I will stop. ))
Apr 26, 2017Caruso09 posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [Low Fantasy RP] [Created Using Microscope] [OOC] [Accepting]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
I read through the more recent story before submitting my application, and have read through it again to get a plan. I spent quite some time on this character, and would very much like to join this RP. I have some ideas about how he could meet up with the group. I'll PM you to keep posts here down.
Apr 25, 2017Caruso09 posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [Low Fantasy RP] [Created Using Microscope] [OOC] [Accepting]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Name: Vilralt Adrehen
Very light, almost white, blonde hair sits at Viralt’s shoulders, pulled back and above his ears. The top is tied into a tight ponytail and the sides are pulled behind his ears to reveal his handsome face. His nose is perfectly symmetrical and narrow. He has a thin, chiseled face; at certain angles, light will reveal the dimple in his chin. Thick stubble covers his lower face and upper lip.
His body is lean and muscular. Each muscle is tight in his smooth, pale skin. Though the majority of his skin is smooth, he has earned a few scars fighting monsters, one reaching down his left bicep and forearm, another revealing that claws have previously sunk into his back. He stands at six feet and one inch, taller than the average human.
Viralt has a few past experience with monsters.
He utilizes evasive maneuvers to make up for the fact that his armor isn’t the tankiest.
His primary fighting style is untraditional in a dueling sense, and employs thrusts and spinning counter attacks to create momentum in the sword, allowing him to easily cut the thick bones and tissues of monsters.
Sometimes he is overconfident, and sees himself as a master Slayer. While he is skilled, he is far from being a master.
The only armor he wears is light and flexible. Getting hit hard isn’t something his armor would stop, unlike most plate armor.
The style of fighting that he is an expert in is mostly ineffective against trained combatants. Traditional dueling fight styles are not his area of expertise.
He carries a beautiful longsword with a satin finish. The entire weapon measures four feet long. Nine inches of the weapon are dedicated to the hilt, the other thirty-nine for the blade. The pommel is hexagonal, and gradually increases in width the further it gets from the handle to create a curve. The grip is wire wrapped with annealed steel and copper, and in the center, a ferrule separates two sections of the handle. The guard is v-shaped, with a slight inward offset half way up the guard. The blade itself has a ricasso at the guard, a distal taper, and three fullers. The center fuller stops just past half of the length of the blade, and the two beside it end three or four inches behind.
Viralt doesn’t carry much else as far as weapons go, he finds that his longsword is versatile enough to do most everything he would need it to.
Viralt wears a light grey gambeson with pauldrons covering his shoulders. The pauldrons themselves consist of squares of riveted chainmail bordered and backed by leather to keep them durable, yet flexible. Three of these patches are layered on top of each other to create the pauldron. The pauldrons are fastened to his body by leather straps reaching across his chest and back, and around his mid-upper arm.
His choice in chest armor is somewhat unprecedented. He wears a breastplate made of layers of hardened leather, dyed to be a navy color, that covers only his upper torso. The armor is shaped to mimic the pectorals of a burly man. His backplate is made of the the same material, and connects to the breastplate with three leather belts under each arm. Finally, over the wearer’s heart is a fairly thick piece of steel, vaguely in the shape of a crest, and is fastened to one of the straps that holds on Viralt’s left pauldron.
Under the armor made for his upper torso, Viralt wears a thick, sleeveless leather shirt, reinforced with chainmail. The chainmail on this shirt, however, is not made in square patches like on his pauldrons, and instead has wide strips running to the top of the shirt in the front and back.
His gauntlets, or gloves, rather, are made of leather similar in color to his breastplate. They reach mid forearm, and are further secured with two strips of leather, one near the wrist, one near the top. Lastly, he wears a piece of brown leather covers the upper palm and the bases of each finger. A four sided steel pyramid is found on each knuckle.
As for the lower half of his body, he wears pants, made in a similar quilting fashion as a gambeson. The pants are made of linen that matches the color of his breastplate. His boots are made of simple brown leather, and stop just under the knee.
Final detail, all of his armor is custom tailored, and most of it is form fitting, the exception being his pauldrons.
Viralt’s dad was a Slayer. Emphasis on the was.
He grew up in a fairly large city. It was nothing like the capital of his own race, but it was not a small village by any means either. It was maze-like, winding streets going every which way so that a foreigner might get lost. It was, simply, Viralt’s home. He was the son of Darion Adrehen, a semi-popular Slayer in the town. He was skilled at his job; efficient, for lack of a better word. Viralt looked up to his father, and knew that one day he would follow in his steps.
From a young age, Viralt was taught to fight with the longsword, a common blade for Slayers. He went through years of training, from intense exercise to studying books on techniques. He practiced footwork, striking, cuttings, thrusting, half-swording, and pommel striking. His father was his teacher, with a few experts in different areas giving him pointers. Through his training, his combat awareness became increasingly better; knowing how his opponent moved and how his sword seemingly became an extension of his hand. It was around this time that he was introduced to an evasive fighting style that relied on swift movements and light footwork.
Prior to this new style, Viralt relied on parries and blocks to keep himself from harm. However, he found that these new techniques would be more effective against unintelligent or untrained combatants, such as a monsters. To some degree, the style worked against even trained fighters, but less effectively than a traditional dueling stance. This style relied on evading an attack, and creating momentum in the sword to result in a more explosive cut.
So, when he came of a reasonable age, Viralt went on the hunt. A large, four legged beast was tormenting a small village not far from his own home. He rode on horseback with his father to the village, asking around for leads of where the monster may’ve gone. Most suggested that it was in a forest about a mile north east from the hamlet. He and his father travelled half a mile towards the forest and waited until the night.
The silhouette of the beast could be seen in the distance, the moonlight giving away its position. Viralt signalled to his father. The monstrosity moved towards the light of the Slayers’ fire, slowly revealing the details of itself. It looks not dissimilar to a boar, or maybe a bear. Or both. Its overall size was larger than the average house. It had greasy tufts of brown and black fur covering its body; areas of dried blood spotted the beast. Its face was narrow, its lips hiding razor teeth, with the exception of two tusks that jutted upward from its jaw. Spikes protruded from the thing’s back.
The Slayers drew their swords and readied themselves. The monster charged, foam dripping from its mouth. The Slayers reacted, moving from the trajectory of the beast. It stopped in its tracks, not far from Viralt, and let out a deafening roar while standing on its hind legs. Darion approached the creature, sword at the ready, and struck it across the stomach. The horror brought down its paws in an attempt to crush Darion, though he evaded the attack, allowing Viralt to thrust into the thing’s ribs. The giant swiped in both directions, and while Viralt avoided the cut, his father didn’t, tossing him to ground, bleeding.
Viralt, greatly angered, launched a spinning cut towards the monster’s leg, which connected and was only stopped by bone. Again, the beast stood on its hind legs and attempted to trample its adversary. Viralt slashed upwards as it began to rise, cutting the stomach of the demon again. After connecting the hit, Viralt rolled to his left and toward the beast’s right leg as it attempted to hit him. When it stomped, Viralt grabbed his blade with one hand, holding the handle firmly in the other, and thrust into the monster’s neck, paralyzing it as it crashed to the ground. He didn’t bother to retrieve his sword from its neck before rushing to his father.
He was mumbling something. Viralt inspected the wounds. They were deep, possibly fatal. He dressed the wounds after cleaning them, and led his father to their horse, helping him onto their companion. They returned to village, where Darion was given better medical attention than Viralt could offer. Darion suffered profuse bleeding and a few fractured ribs and would have to stay in the village until he was properly healed. Viralt, on the other hand, returned home, leaving the horse behind for his father.
Weeks later, Darion returned, announcing that he would be retiring from being a Slayer. His excuse was he was getting too old, and that he had taken his final hit. It was a few years later when he died due to the years of stress and damage to his body. Though grieved, Viralt was grateful that his father received a peaceful death, rather than one by combat.
Now, Viralt wanders from city to city, inquiring if there is any nuisances around the city. Often times the answer is no, but there is occasionally a monster than needs taking care of it.
Other: After receiving the scar down his arm, Viralt shouted towards the imp that caused it, “For glory and honor, huzzah!” before charging it.
((Think I got everything I need for the application, let me know if they're any questions or comments on it, and I'll be happy to respond.))
Apr 19, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Anders heard the horn in the distance, and figured it was relating to official news regarding the Branded. He reached the center of town to hear a crier give a brief statement, announcing that the Branded would all recover. He then went on to say that there was a need for people to adventure into the Conglomerate due to a lack of weaponry, and that there would be payment for their services.
"A trip to the Conglomerate and money? What's not to like?" He murmured. Anders would make his way to the barracks tomorrow to talk to Clarence about going.
The sun was setting and the shops were closing, leading Anders to return home. He lit a lamp upon entering and retrieved a whetstone from a crate of supplies for taking care of his weapons. He dipped the stone in a bucket of water and began sharpening Marshall. "Wonder why they need weapons. You'd think if it was just weapons they needed they'd buy them from the citizens. Maybe it's men that they need." He thought. When he was satisfied with the edge of his axes, he put a coat of oil on the heads with a cloth to prevent rusting.
Anders knew it may be a long time before he returned home, if he he came back at all, and packed a few things for the journey. First, old manuscripts from his master. Anders studied them often, and didn't hope that the trip would impede that. He packed a small book that had mostly pages on axes, and a few on the longsword. Anders had a sort of soft spot for the longsword, as it was his introductory weapon into martial arts, and hoped to one day become more adept at using it. Next, he packed what money he had in the case he'd need it. Lastly, a small bottle of oil to keep his axes clean.
Nearly ready for tomorrow, Anders laid his leather armor next to his front door, along with his hip pouch he'd packed, and laid down on his bed, thinking about the conversation he'd be having with the Captain tomorrow.
Apr 14, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
"Seventy, huh?" Anders considered the gold he had. He wasn't currently saving it for anything, and he did favor the craftsmanship of the pants. After considering it for a short while, Anders agreed to the price. He handed the money to the tailor in exchange for the pants. He changed into the new clothes he'd purchased, and, having nothing else to do at the moment, walked around the market while waiting for some news on the Branded to come out.
Apr 13, 2017Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Hearing the conversation between the ma- "Oh, it's him." Anders thought when he turned to see who the conversation was between. He did hear the message from the nurse to the mage. Anders didn't know any Niheres, and dismissed any chance of him getting into the inn. Anders looked back at the woman, "Well, you heard the nurse. Unless we know a Nihere who wants us to be in there, we aren't going to talk to Branded today. I guess I'll see you around." With that, Anders returned to the commercial district, hoping to pass time there until some news about the Branded came out.
This time while browsing the market Anders did find something that interested him. It was a tailor. They had a variety of clothing, ranging from formal dresses to simple cotton shirts. Anders approached the tailor, a woman, and inquired, "What pants do you have in stock? I'm looking for something durable and practical."
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Dec 15, 2013My name came from a nickname, my brother gave me. He gives me many nicknames, but only Caruso stuck. I can actually remember the spot I was standing when I got it, and what the sky looked like. It was at the beach, near the corner of a condo, and the sky was dark, but still had light to it. The 09 part originated from my age at the time of creating account for many games, but prior to that, I it was Caruso07.Posted in: News
Nowadays, I use the name nkdcaruso occasionally, which originated from an XBox Live account I created, but I had two of them, so Caruso09 was taken, so I put in Caruso, but for some odd reason, it added nkd to the front, so for my steam account primarily I go under nkdcaruso, but Caruso09 is still my true identity.
May 13, 2012I only have been playing this game since the beggining of march, I must thank game informer magazine, I saw the picture an area of the game, I read the article. As soon as I got home I looked up minecraft, I clcicked the link and bought the game. I started playing made a terrible house, next day I found a masiive cave and I thought, "Thank you Mojang, for making such a good game." That was in Beta 1.3, even since then this game has changed so much.Posted in: News
Happy birthday Minecraft
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