Why you want to join Lost World: I was asked by a friend to join.
Race chosen: Kaeldorai
Alignment:
Neutral
Backstory (1-2 Paragraphs):
The earliest traces of the Tsarniev family originated on a barley farm seemingly in the middle of nowhere, yet they flourished on their barley product.. His mother, Mama Nezhit, was sent to buy supplies in a nearby town, however she returned with a small cold which eventually turned into a vile plague, thus causing her untimely death, and the abandonment of the Farm. His father, Opekun Tsarniev, was a renowned farmer, able to grow wheat on rocky terrain, and nurse potatoes in arid climates. Dimi, the eldest of three children, was easily the least educated, but was also the most innocent. With short brown hair, mud-brown eyes, and pale skin, he also might be considered the dullest of the Nezhit family.
On the family farm, Dimi first learned the vital skill of farming from his father. In their vast field, the young boy was exposed to Opekun’s green hand at a raw level. The farm master seemed to heal dead plants with but a rub and twist. After a hard day’s work, Mama Nezhit would make a nutritious meal out of boiled pig’s blood and beans. Both men and women grew strong from this foul brew. It wasn’t until many years later that Moshennik found true flavor in food. When Moshennik was around thirteen, his mother came home with what was thought to be a mere cold, but soon turned out to be vile plague. Opekun and Dimi fled the household.
As Moshennik and his father fled the farm, they set it aflame, bringing with them only a single pig named Achilles and a black stallion who went by the title Omegan. The dynamic duo soon found themselves on the streets of a filthy metropolis, digging through the trash heaps in order to supply sustenance for themselves and the two animals they loved so dear. Before long the duo found work as farmers in a nearby farming town.
When they first moved in, they received a very warm welcome from their neighbors and the aristocratic ruler. This, however, did not stop Dimi from opening his mouth. In one instance, he called the mayor himself a “nit-witted horse hater”. For many years, nonetheless, they lived in the village as simple farm hands. In his quest for education, Dimi started to work for a local farmer who was known to be educated, and eventually learned how to read. To conclude Dimi eventually left his town, feeling that he was intelligent enough to make his way in the world and thus his adventure begins.
Why you want to join Lost World:
Because I love you guys <3
Race:
Malvar
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral/Neutral
Backstory (1-2 Paragraphs):
Rylie prided herself in her work as a woman-at-arms back before the light took her. She used to fight for her Lord in the circle of knights that led his levy, leading her own force at times and patrolling her home city. She enjoyed practicing her magic, participating in tourneys, riding horses, and occasionally sewing when she had the time. She was originally born to two Malvar parents and they taught her their ways, encouraging her to learn the magic herself; later in life when she began her training as a page, she was accepted and had to juggle magic education with hard physical training. Now she is slowly getting the gist of magic, but so far can't do much. She's prideful and believes deeply in chivalry and order, and while she will ultimately take care of herself before anything, she greatly values law and keeping the peace.
When the light took her, she had been arming her horse before battle. She was wearing a mail haubergeon and the yellow tabard with her Lord's black eagle sigil, and hadn't yet put on her helm. She's looking for some more daily common clothing at the moment.
How active do you think you’ll be on the server? Pretty active, hopefully.
Have you ever griefed? Never.
Explain metagaming briefly, please: Basically using information gained from an outside source to your characters advantage, something your char wouldn't have found out on their own.
Explain powergaming briefly, too, would you kindly: Not allowing the other player a chance to retaliate or doing something to your character that is too OP. (Ex. Player one throws a pinecone at player 2, causing player two to explode.)
IC
Your Character's Name:(First,Middle, Last):Mason Castus
Age (All races have the same lifespan): 21
Gender: Male
Personality and Appearance: Mason is just a regular man, with a rather aggressive attitude. He gets annoyed a bit easily and is somewhat impatient, but other than that, he's a very nice guy. He's about 5'10", brown hair, green eyes, average muscles.
Biography (No more than a couple paragraphs):
Mason lives an average life. He's suffered through the hard times and prospered through the good. He grew up learning mostly hard labor and basic trade, living off by being a simply fisherman, and an occasional farmer whenever the local farmer needed help harvesting his crops. He also managed to teach himself how to use a longsword, which he found one day laying within a ditch, rusted and dull. He's not very good with it, but a hobby is a hobby.
Mason lost his parents at a rather young age, a sad tale indeed. The city he once lived in were rioting due to a food shortage within the city, not only did it impact the citizens, but also mason and his family. The riot turned for the worse as mason's parents were murdered trying to protect him. It took him some time to get over it, and now he's a grown man, just trying to survive himself.
Are you experienced with roleplay?: I am. I done quite a bit of "Forum Roleplaying" which, if nothing else, should tell you that I am experienced with the terminology and have my own style. I also do quite a bit of "Paper and Pen" roleplaying, games like Dungeons & Dragons, where roleplaying is half of the experience due to the mechanics not holding up on their own for a game of that length.
How active do you think you’ll be on the server?: I think I will be decently active, due to the fact that summer is almost over for me, my play time may be limited by real life obligations.
Have you ever griefed?: I have never griefed in order to troll or degrade another's property. On certain servers, griefing is required, e.x. Starquest, in order to get to a place in the game in which you can feel safe and happy.
Explain metagaming briefly, please: Metagaming is using out of game knowledge to effect your in game decisions.
Explain powergaming briefly, too, would you kindly: Powergaming is attempting to maximize the strength of your character with no regard for roleplay, background, or story. Think EV trainers in Pokemon.
It is a common misconception that powergaming is the same thing as godmodding. Godmodding is forcing your actions upon another. Saying something like, "Franklin stab James' heart and kills him," is godmodding. What Franklin should say is, "Franklin takes a stab towards James' heart in order to finish him off." This allows James time to react and keep his character alive.
Other: By the way, I noticed that you were unsure on the name for your insectoid people and I wanted to bring something to your attention. In the Dark Sun campaign setting in Dungeons & Dragons, there is a race of insect like people with a chitinous exoskeleton and mandibles. In the setting they are known as the Thri-kreen. When I saw the Insectoids, they instantly reminded my of that race.
IC
Your Character's Name:(First,Middle, Last): Adder (Hawk) Hawkins
Age (All races have the same lifespan): 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality (Separated for organizational purposes): Adder is a recluse towards those who he does not know. He does not make friends easily and prefers to work alone. By no means will Adder ever set up permanent residence with anybody else. When he gets to know you, he is charismatic and knowledgeable
Appearance (Separated for organizational purposes): This is the skin I will be using.
Biography (No more than a couple paragraphs):
You know, people say that every cloud has a silver lining. They say that whenever something bad happens, there is always something good that will come out of it. Well, as far as I can see, those people are full of sh*t. At every single turn, I have found something else that I have to go through and, no matter how many of those things I encounter, I have never once found a silver lining. If this is some god trying to teach me a lesson, then they must have a messed up sense of humor.
Anyway, you are probably wondering how I got to this god forsaken island. This all started about 6 years ago. At the time, I was nothing more than a lowly fisherman, trying to make a living off of the open seas. My crew and I were sailing into open waters when a storm, the likes of which we had never seen, hit. The turbulent waters made it nearly impossible to control the boat and, within 10 minutes, our boat capsized and I was left drifting out to see in a dingy. Unfortunately, I did not bring any water with me on the dingy and I quickly succumed to the ravages of dehydration. Unconscious, I eventually regained consciousness on a nearby island. In a haze, I waddled inland to find water and came upon a freshwater river running through the center of the island. From then on, I worked to find food. I created a bow from some webs I found hanging from trees and quickly learned how to use it. For years, I was stuck on that island, trying to find a way out until, finally I figured out a way to create a boat out of a fallen tree.
When the boat was finally created, I stocked up on supplies and set out into the ocean once again. I went east, knowing that that was the direction of the mainland, and began to sail. I sailed for days in the hot sun with no sign that I would ever return to the mainland until finally, I spotted a land mass on the horizon. Extatic, I paddled my boat as hard as I could until I was swept up by an extremely powerful current. The current began to take me closer and closer to the land mass until it crashed me into some of the rocks on the side of the land mass. It was then that I realized something. I did not sail into the mainland, I sailed into yet another island. With my boat broken and my supplies exhausted, I was left to start all over on this new land, this new place that I now need to call home. How's that for a silver lining?
10/10, good job. Thanks for the advice on the species name. Accepted! You can get on and play around and once the whitelist is turned on you'll be allowed in to start roleplaying.
Yes, i am, ive been playing this genre for almost a year.
Every day, for around 1-2 hours, unless im grounded.
To be truthfull, i griefed my friends house on another server.
Metagaming is were a person takes complete control over a situation by being an over-the-top player.
Powergaming is were a player goes OP, I.E.; *Takes a gun and mowes everyone down* *Takes everyones money* ect.
Mark Jason Wicks
21
Male, human
Short tempered, nice at most times, a bit clumsy and likes to keep a sword with him. Brown shagy hair, 1 hazel eye, 1 blue eye (Explained in Bio), tanned skin, Wears white clothing and a hood to keep cool in the heat.
Bio: Mark woke one night, boat rocking back and forth violently. He got up, dressed, walked up deck, and saw the crew struggling against the storm. "Help me over here will ya?" Shouted the man nearest him "I dont got two sets of hands." Mark walked over to help the man. "Say, this storm come out of no were?" "Ya, just as we were startin' to clean deck, say, lad, will you run into storage and grab a knife, I gotta cut this rope." The man screamed over the wind. "Ya, shure." Mark yelled back.
Mark ran into the the storage room, then it hit him, a vial of blue powder, used in dyeing clothes, busted on his forehead just as he looked up, the powder got all in one eye and dyed his eye blue, he ran deeper into the room, feeling excruciating pain in his eye, grabbed a knife and ran back upstairs, half blinded. He handed the man the knife, the man quickly cut a rope without saying anything and a beam came down and knocked Mark out.
Mark awoke the next morning head hammering, lying face first in the sand. He stood up and walked over to the huts men were making out of a shipwrecked boat and canvas. He walked into the makeshift village and started life on the island.
Everything is good except for your metagaming definition. It's okay to look it up.
You can all expect the server to be finished soon, all plugins are running smoothly and the only thing left for me to build are some secrets ;). Players that are currently whitelisted have been on the island for enough time to have built the starting camp and have whatever you have now.
Currently the server's in an early access stage while we work and tweak plugins and buildings. You may join in and play, but we'll be implementing a whitelist once we're done (and making an announcement beforehand) and applications will be needed to join! This is so we ensure that players know the rules and know their characters.
Luckily the applications don't have to be very long.
Roleplay Experience: Uhh.. That's a tough one to remember. I've played on atleast 10 different rp servers in 2011-2012 but only a couple since. Never on anything too big, since I love smaller communities
Previous Bans: Never been banned before. No bans that I know of, anyway.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?In my own words? well basically mixing your OOC knowledge with your IC one. Usually used to your characters advantage.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?Power gaming here would be to get ripped and grind your ass to the top. Very uncool and OOClike. Ruins the fun
Do you understand the Lore and Magic? I understood what there was to read, yes. Except if I missed something of course, you see that I wouldn't have understood. yet.
Have you also posted your application on our website http://ultisa.enjin.com/home ?No. Is it to your interest that I do?
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
*The stranger shrugs* Some call me friend, to few I am Ben, to many I am stranger, but you may call me Abenthy. *Abenthy copies the smile in a mocking fashion*
How old are you?*Another shrug* You see rummaging in the business of a stranger would be unwise, even for a goodhearted man as yourself. *Abenthy goes back to his drink * ( Abenthy is around his mid 30ies though he fonds himself younger )
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race)An* earthkin, yes, I guess my height and lack of muscle made you think otherwise. *Abenthy wipes his mouth and orders another mug of cheap strawberry wine. Smiling.*
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?*Abenthy lifts his eyebrows in a way that made him almost look quizzical* A man to smart for his own good I'd say. Sadly, being wise does not seem to get you far these days. Though I believe good men like yourself a of an outmost importance! *Abenthy laughs to himself and takes a sip of his new drink* ( Abenthy is a man that has been through too much, too early in his life. He is intelligent, but weak. Theatrical, but not brave. In some ways old, yet very young. But if there is something that he is for sure, then it is good company. )
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
*Downing the whole thing* AAHHhhhhh.. Now here we go! *Abenthy made an overly exaggerated motions with his arms* Why did you not just ask this to begin with? *A smile widening on his face*Well, to keep things short, since I do not want to keep you up all night, I can draw a quick timeline.I was born a nomad.Seeing as I was not to grow strong like the rest; I was sent to study at 15.I've learned, suffered and lived under the study of a lovely E'kin named Fella.I loved a woman that did not long for me.I traveled, serving as a tinker of sorts. I might go back to that actually. *sip*But for the most part my story involves a weak boy outcast from his family with no place to call home.We done? *Abenthy eyed down the man, looking as frightening as he could, though obviously not taking himself too serious*- If you wish for more specific lore, I could write some, but I think these characteristics should give a good idea of what character I'd like to develop on this server! -
Accepted and whitelisted.Good job :3 I'll announce when the server is up and running, there are plugin problems, etc, as well as formulating some fun things to add for you guys to do.
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?: Fayroh, who had been in the middle of a low-costing chicken sandwich, was kicked out of deep thought when a man confronted him. Usually when strange men randomly brought him to conversation he would push them away, but today he was feeling particularly open. "Hello... what do you want?"
How old are you?: Irritated at the random inquiring about himself, he sat back in his chair and frowned. He didn't think the man was a bounty hunter... he had no weapon on him, and no one would be so foolish to confront him without some sort of defense. He decided to humor him, and gave a quick answer. "24."
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race):Ok, now he was annoyed. What did the man want? If he was trying to make a friend, maybe he should start with atleast his name. And if he was going to ask his race, maybe he could just look at him. His feline ear twitched annoyingly and he groaned before answering. "Earthkind, obviously."
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?:What the absolute hell did this man want? Maybe next he would ask what color his undergarments were. He snorted and thought of just walking away, but something was compelling him to answer. It was quite a jimmie-rustling feeling. "I'm someone that can get things done. During my time I've come across many problems, but none of them I haven't been able to take care of them. I'm smart, quick, and..." He tapped the royal fancy looking dagger on his belt. "not unwilling to kill a very annoying man asking him questions."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?: Fayroh snorted, and stood up. "I'm done with you." He walked away from the table, slid the gold he owed over to the owner, and headed straight for the stables to grab his horse. Of course he had a story, like anyone else, but it was not one he liked to tell or remember as he was not fond of his simple beginnings. Even the strange feeling was not enough to influence him. "What a strange man..." He muttered, before paying for the horse-watching fee as well.
Fayroh had been born into a simple family of four. His mother, who was a sempstress, a father who was a mercenary, and with a sister. They got along fairly, had some rough times now and then, but he could have had a fine childhood. But he decided not to. He often got into trouble, stealing from vendors and being in charge of a small gang, so was looked at as rude and power-hungry. He was taught by his father in academics and sword-play, and rised past his father at his teens. But Fayroh was still unsatisfied... he hated the simple shop they lived in, the hand-me-downs from his father, his parent's obvious preference over his sister rather than himself. It came to no-one's surprise when he was caught trying to steal from the royal family's treasure, and was thrown into the jail... but it definitely did when he escaped expertly without capture, and ran away to become a small time thief. He is convinced he is destined to be great, and become the richest man in all of Ultisa.
Fayroh smirked as he rode off on the horse. Sure, it was a simple beginning. But that's how it would be- a simple boy, rising to become the greatest man ever known.
LoTC, CoC, countless other servers, Skype RPs, etc.
Previous Bans:
None.
What is MetaGaming, in your own words?
Metagaming is the use of information your character does not know in order to gain an advantage. (For example, learning about an invasion via the forums and then using that info to prepare for battle.)
What is PowerGaming, in your own words?
Making your character extremely powerful, or not allowing another character a chance to react. (For example, emoting *Zorg the Destroyer chops off Bob's head in one stroke.* This does not allow the other player a chance to react to your action.)
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name?
"Rannulf. And yours?"
How old are you?
"I... ok. You're blunt, no formalities then, child? I'm... what was it... mm... a hundred and nine at last check."
And I'm guessing you are a...?
"Skykin, yes. Do the pointy ears give it away?"
What kind of person would you describe yourself as?
"Heh. Old, wise, but jolly. I'm a sly one, too."
So..where did you come from? What's your story?
Rannulf leans back a little in his chair, and pulls out his pipe and a little tobacco. "It's a long one, but I'll not deny you it, stranger. Knowledge is important in these dark times," he says, lighting the tobacco and taking a puff. He blows a ring upwards, letting it crash into the ceiling. "Hm. I must've been may nine, ten, when those things came. Dark, scary, nasty things. I won't name them. Gods, I hardly remember anything but fear from back then. My mother was taken by them, and that was the last straw for my father. He gathered the most powerful magicians we had, and together they raised Alta from the Earth into the Sky. That was my life from then on. Life in the sky. Life in the clouds. A peaceful life, a protected life. Never bothered to even look at the desert left below. I grew into a young man, my father into an old one. I was being groomed for leadership, and my younger brother as well, in case anything were to happen to me. I had lots of free time to learn and to explore, and thusly I grew to be a smart, curious person. Thank the Gods, I'm glad to have my wit. It's saved my **** more than once. Anyway, I was a spoiled one, too. Blackmailed the baker into giving me the freshest pastries when I found out he was cheating on his wife. Heh! Suppose that's the start of my... well, never mind that. My father eventually died, unfortunately, and I was made the Lord of Alta. I used my wit to my advantage, kept everyone happy and safe. That's my job. Happy and safe. That's all I want for everyone, too. There's more tiny details, but that about brings us up to the present. And if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my pipe."
OOC
IGN:Shorsand
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: Approx. 3 years. One year on a Minecraft RP server.
Previous Bans: N/A
What is MetaGaming, in your own words? Using OOC knowledge to your advantage in RP.
What is PowerGaming, in your own words? Usually making yourself overpowering to others and forcing your actions on them without fair opportunity for the other party.
(You may look it up, but cannot copy directly. This is so we know that you know!)
Have you also posted your application on the Minecraft Forums thread? No, I will promptly.
IC
A man walks up to you in a tavern. He says hello and sits across from you with a smile.
Hey, what's your name? Walter Rennard
How old are you? 36
And I'm guessing you are a...? (Race) Skykin
What kind of person would you describe yourself as? I would describe myself as a very reclusive individual, who tends not to get involved often in physical quarrel, but takes the opportunity to debate a matter or criticize whenever possible. Very up-front and amenable with my opinions, and I usually take the neutral or good side in matters of conflict.
So..where did you come from? What's your story? I was born in the south, in the swamplands. My father was a surgeon and my mother stayed at the farm taking care of my brother and I. I left my home when I was twenty, and found myself living a nomadic life, often delving in and out of caves and ancient ruins. I traded with merchants with my findings and eventually bought myself a fair amount of land, which I established an impromptu guild hall for others of my profession. Many years after, I discovered a fairly large ruin nestled in the jungle, to which I moved my guild hall there; it is where I currently reside and further my studies of the ancients.
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IGN: CCCP_Zhulik
Age: 17
Why you want to join Lost World: I was asked by a friend to join.
Race chosen: Kaeldorai
Alignment:
Neutral
Backstory (1-2 Paragraphs):
The earliest traces of the Tsarniev family originated on a barley farm seemingly in the middle of nowhere, yet they flourished on their barley product.. His mother, Mama Nezhit, was sent to buy supplies in a nearby town, however she returned with a small cold which eventually turned into a vile plague, thus causing her untimely death, and the abandonment of the Farm. His father, Opekun Tsarniev, was a renowned farmer, able to grow wheat on rocky terrain, and nurse potatoes in arid climates. Dimi, the eldest of three children, was easily the least educated, but was also the most innocent. With short brown hair, mud-brown eyes, and pale skin, he also might be considered the dullest of the Nezhit family.
On the family farm, Dimi first learned the vital skill of farming from his father. In their vast field, the young boy was exposed to Opekun’s green hand at a raw level. The farm master seemed to heal dead plants with but a rub and twist. After a hard day’s work, Mama Nezhit would make a nutritious meal out of boiled pig’s blood and beans. Both men and women grew strong from this foul brew. It wasn’t until many years later that Moshennik found true flavor in food. When Moshennik was around thirteen, his mother came home with what was thought to be a mere cold, but soon turned out to be vile plague. Opekun and Dimi fled the household.
As Moshennik and his father fled the farm, they set it aflame, bringing with them only a single pig named Achilles and a black stallion who went by the title Omegan. The dynamic duo soon found themselves on the streets of a filthy metropolis, digging through the trash heaps in order to supply sustenance for themselves and the two animals they loved so dear. Before long the duo found work as farmers in a nearby farming town.
When they first moved in, they received a very warm welcome from their neighbors and the aristocratic ruler. This, however, did not stop Dimi from opening his mouth. In one instance, he called the mayor himself a “nit-witted horse hater”. For many years, nonetheless, they lived in the village as simple farm hands. In his quest for education, Dimi started to work for a local farmer who was known to be educated, and eventually learned how to read. To conclude Dimi eventually left his town, feeling that he was intelligent enough to make his way in the world and thus his adventure begins.
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CaveExplorer2346
Age:
14
Why you want to join Lost World:
Because I love you guys <3
Race:
Malvar
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral/Neutral
Backstory (1-2 Paragraphs):
Rylie prided herself in her work as a woman-at-arms back before the light took her. She used to fight for her Lord in the circle of knights that led his levy, leading her own force at times and patrolling her home city. She enjoyed practicing her magic, participating in tourneys, riding horses, and occasionally sewing when she had the time. She was originally born to two Malvar parents and they taught her their ways, encouraging her to learn the magic herself; later in life when she began her training as a page, she was accepted and had to juggle magic education with hard physical training. Now she is slowly getting the gist of magic, but so far can't do much. She's prideful and believes deeply in chivalry and order, and while she will ultimately take care of herself before anything, she greatly values law and keeping the peace.
When the light took her, she had been arming her horse before battle. She was wearing a mail haubergeon and the yellow tabard with her Lord's black eagle sigil, and hadn't yet put on her helm. She's looking for some more daily common clothing at the moment.
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Everything is good except for your metagaming definition. It's okay to look it up.
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You can all expect the server to be finished soon, all plugins are running smoothly and the only thing left for me to build are some secrets ;). Players that are currently whitelisted have been on the island for enough time to have built the starting camp and have whatever you have now.
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Currently the server's in an early access stage while we work and tweak plugins and buildings. You may join in and play, but we'll be implementing a whitelist once we're done (and making an announcement beforehand) and applications will be needed to join! This is so we ensure that players know the rules and know their characters.
Luckily the applications don't have to be very long.
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Accepted and whitelisted!
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Great!
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Try again, there was a temporary technical issue last night that was Fragnet's fault. It's up again!
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Accepted and whitelisted.
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Accepted and whitelisted.