Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Cristofano's father was the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule.
Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
So the resourceful young man decided to start a new life, traveling from town to town until he came upon this one. At first, he was resolved to lay low, to blend in with the plebeian classes. But Cristofano was not content with this bare and empty life, and his soft hands were not suited to manual labour. He decided he would rise, once again, and attain the highest level of culture and society that Italy had to offer. He would live in luxury; he would indulge in intellectual contemplation and never work a day in his life. He, Cristofano, would take on the title of Duke of Milan, and with an effortless air of nonchalance, eliminate anyone the way of his dreams.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
Backstory has been chopped a little, unnecessary stuff removed.
OOC -
IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Cristofano's father was the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule.
Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
So the resourceful young man decided to start a new life, traveling from town to town until he came upon this one. At first, he was resolved to lay low, to blend in with the plebeian classes. But Cristofano was not content with this bare and empty life, and his soft hands were not suited to manual labour. He decided he would rise, once again, and attain the highest level of culture and society that Italy had to offer. He would live in luxury; he would indulge in intellectual contemplation and never work a day in his life. He, Cristofano, would take on the title of Duke of Milan, and with an effortless air of nonchalance, eliminate anyone the way of his dreams.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
I come back from work...just want to relax and play some minecraft on my favourite server..aaaand this **** happens.
Not to be a whiny self-entitled little *****, but come on, fix this ****, mojang.
Is there any reason you skipped over me? Or did I miss a post somewhere...Nevertheless, I have revised a little.
OOC -
IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Backstory:
Cristofano walked slowly to the window, drawing aside the curtain and looking thoughtfully at the colours and sounds of the moonlit city. His gaze, as always, was drawn towards the magnificent palace of the Duke, resplendent in its gilded domes and marble statues. It tugged at his very soul; he belonged there, he knew it, and his heart ached with longing for the life he once led.
His mind drifted to his father, the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. On the other hand, his few friends knew he had an indefatigable sense of pride and honour, although he would sooner die than admit it. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule. In short, this man had no heart.
Well, almost. Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. Cristofano wondered what sort of madness possessed his father, what drove him to make such a—such a human mistake. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
But he couldn’t do it. Cristofano longed for the splendour and culture of the aristocratic life, and he simply was not whole without it. For the first time, he noticed the houses of the lesser nobles, plain and ignoble in comparison with the palace, surrounding it like wolves closing in on their prey. He knew how the system worked. He would work his way back up to the top, and he would never lose his composure. With an effortless air of nonchalance, he would eliminate anyone in his way and he would be where he deserved to. He whispered it into the night air: “I, Cristofano, will take on the title of Duke, and I will rise to heights yet unknown to mankind.” And if his brothers came for him—well, so be it. He would deal with them as he dealt with all the insubordinate curs in his way.
Without mercy.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also very skilled with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Backstory:
Cristofano walked slowly to the window, drawing aside the curtain and looking thoughtfully at the colours and sounds of the moonlit city. His gaze, as always, was drawn towards the magnificent palace of the Duke, resplendent in its gilded domes and marble statues. It tugged at his very soul; he belonged there, he knew it, and his heart ached with longing for the life he once led.
His mind drifted to his father, the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. On the other hand, his few friends knew he had an indefatigable sense of pride and honour, although he would sooner die than admit it. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule. In short, this man had no heart.
Well, almost. Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. Cristofano wondered what sort of madness possessed his father, what drove him to make such a—such a human mistake. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
But he couldn’t do it. Cristofano longed for the splendour and culture of the aristocratic life, and he simply was not whole without it. For the first time, he noticed the houses of the lesser nobles, plain and ignoble in comparison with the palace, surrounding it like wolves closing in on their prey. He knew how the system worked. He would work his way back up to the top, and he would never lose his composure. With an effortless air of nonchalance, he would eliminate anyone in his way and he would be where he deserved to. He whispered it into the night air: “I, Cristofano, will take on the title of Duke, and I will rise to heights yet unknown to mankind.” And if his brothers came for him—well, so be it. He would deal with them as he dealt with all the insubordinate curs in his way.
Without mercy.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
I looked around the forums for a bit, and I haven't seen this mentioned before, so I'd just like to put it out there.
As it stands there is very little incentive to go underwater in minecraft, so why not add underwater caves? I envision sort of tunnels with air pockets so you don't drown, and coming up into a sort of cave, like you swam up into an air pocket after going downwards.
The caves should maybe have some lighting already there when you come into them, perhaps glowstone? Or a new block that gives off light, like phosphor or coral or something. Also treasure! Maybe a silverfish spawner, too, if it were some sort of dungeon-type thing?
Some sort of increased visibility underwater would be needed, as well as prolonging the air meter. I suggest something like putting a melon on your head to see farther, something like the pumpkin, and adding a breath potion to the already existing potion system.
I didn't really think this through, I'm just putting it out there as a suggestion because I thought it was a cool idea feel free to expand upon this or do whatever, I just think that we're missing an underseas aspect in minecraft.
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IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Skin (Link, picture, description): www.minecraftskins.com/skin/181066/king-hejthomas/
Backstory:
Cristofano's father was the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule.
Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
So the resourceful young man decided to start a new life, traveling from town to town until he came upon this one. At first, he was resolved to lay low, to blend in with the plebeian classes. But Cristofano was not content with this bare and empty life, and his soft hands were not suited to manual labour. He decided he would rise, once again, and attain the highest level of culture and society that Italy had to offer. He would live in luxury; he would indulge in intellectual contemplation and never work a day in his life. He, Cristofano, would take on the title of Duke of Milan, and with an effortless air of nonchalance, eliminate anyone the way of his dreams.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
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OOC -
IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
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Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Skin (Link, picture, description): www.minecraftskins.com/skin/181066/king-hejthomas/
Backstory:
Cristofano's father was the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule.
Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
So the resourceful young man decided to start a new life, traveling from town to town until he came upon this one. At first, he was resolved to lay low, to blend in with the plebeian classes. But Cristofano was not content with this bare and empty life, and his soft hands were not suited to manual labour. He decided he would rise, once again, and attain the highest level of culture and society that Italy had to offer. He would live in luxury; he would indulge in intellectual contemplation and never work a day in his life. He, Cristofano, would take on the title of Duke of Milan, and with an effortless air of nonchalance, eliminate anyone the way of his dreams.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
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Not to be a whiny self-entitled little *****, but come on, fix this ****, mojang.
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OOC -
IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result. He does not fear death, because life isn't particularly important to him, but he is afraid that one day, someone will see through his act. He is afraid of honourable, noble men because they come the closest to realizing what he is, and they represent the very mindset he has rejected.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also proficient with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Skin (Link, picture, description): www.minecraftskins.com/skin/181066/king-hejthomas/
Backstory:
Cristofano walked slowly to the window, drawing aside the curtain and looking thoughtfully at the colours and sounds of the moonlit city. His gaze, as always, was drawn towards the magnificent palace of the Duke, resplendent in its gilded domes and marble statues. It tugged at his very soul; he belonged there, he knew it, and his heart ached with longing for the life he once led.
His mind drifted to his father, the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. On the other hand, his few friends knew he had an indefatigable sense of pride and honour, although he would sooner die than admit it. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule. In short, this man had no heart.
Well, almost. Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. Cristofano wondered what sort of madness possessed his father, what drove him to make such a—such a human mistake. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
But he couldn’t do it. Cristofano longed for the splendour and culture of the aristocratic life, and he simply was not whole without it. For the first time, he noticed the houses of the lesser nobles, plain and ignoble in comparison with the palace, surrounding it like wolves closing in on their prey. He knew how the system worked. He would work his way back up to the top, and he would never lose his composure. With an effortless air of nonchalance, he would eliminate anyone in his way and he would be where he deserved to. He whispered it into the night air: “I, Cristofano, will take on the title of Duke, and I will rise to heights yet unknown to mankind.” And if his brothers came for him—well, so be it. He would deal with them as he dealt with all the insubordinate curs in his way.
Without mercy.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience. Using information that your character could not have obtained. If there is news at a nearby city, for example, your character should only know it if someone has told him.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
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IGN: Palasilva
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Next to none, honestly, but I’m willing to learn, and I learn quickly.
Why Us: I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed series, but more than that, I like how you’ve set up the classes and the hierarchy of this server, and I think I’d enjoy it a lot.
Time You Can Dedicate: Kind of erratic, because I have a lot of work to do right now, but definitely 3 hours and up to 5.
Have you played Assassin's Creed? Of course! All of them.
IC -
Name: Cristofano, Duke of Milan
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Fears: Although he would never admit it, he has a deep fear of his own dreams, and is averse to sleeping as a result.
Personality: Rarely serious, and treats life as a joke. Witty, intelligent; spends long hours reading and writing. Cristofano enjoys mixing with the best society, and places great value on appearance. Very calm and composed, never loses face. An aristocrat through and through.
Skills: A diplomat and a politician, as well as a skilful public speaker. Highly educated and cultured, intelligent as well as cautious and guarded. Prefers to avoid outright combat, and would rather solve a situation through wits than death, but uses poison as his weapon of choice when elimination is necessary. Also very skilled with a bow and arrow, but again, prefers to avoid combat.
Nickname (Optional): The man who dares nickname Cristofano, Duke of Milan, lacks any sort of common sense.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Cristofano: I suggest the theatre.
Antonio: I do not understand it. How does a man, who professes to despise shows of emotion, have such a profound affection for the theatre?
Cristofano: That is the beauty of it, my friend. The emotions of theatre are not only counterfeit, but a refined and amusing caricature of reality.
Antonio: You really do have the most bizarre views on life. I’ve never met a man like you.
Cristofano: My friend, if there were more men like me in this world, we would never accomplish anything at all.
Antonio: On that, at least, we agree. Come, shall we go?
Skin (Link, picture, description): www.minecraftskins.com/skin/181066/king-hejthomas/
Backstory:
Cristofano walked slowly to the window, drawing aside the curtain and looking thoughtfully at the colours and sounds of the moonlit city. His gaze, as always, was drawn towards the magnificent palace of the Duke, resplendent in its gilded domes and marble statues. It tugged at his very soul; he belonged there, he knew it, and his heart ached with longing for the life he once led.
His mind drifted to his father, the last Duke of Milan. He was a tall, gaunt old man, with cold blue eyes that could cause the staunchest young men to falter. He was widely disliked, for he was cold and merciless, a political mercenary. On the other hand, his few friends knew he had an indefatigable sense of pride and honour, although he would sooner die than admit it. His marriage was loveless, arranged for the sake of politics; he took pride only in his rule. In short, this man had no heart.
Well, almost. Years ago, his father had bedded one of his wife’s ladies-in-waiting; a catastrophic mistake in an otherwise faultless life. Cristofano wondered what sort of madness possessed his father, what drove him to make such a—such a human mistake. The scandal was hushed up instantly, and soon there was no evidence to suggest such a thing had even taken place; the lady-in-waiting was shipped off to some distant, unknown port town and money was discreetly distributed to keep the affair under wraps. No evidence, that is—except a child. The Duke could not bear to let the child go, and he felt some strange duty to take care of him. And so, Cristofano—for it was he—was brought up with the Duke’s family as though he were a natural-born son.
However, his father’s wife absolutely despised him. He could understand why, of course: he was a constant reminder of her shame, her husband’s mistake. But her hatred was unnatural in its intensity. His so-called brothers, too, grew to despise him, under their mother’s influence. So he grew up alone, isolated: with the aristocracy, but outside his own family. He educated himself the best he could. He read Dante and Machiavelli; he read Homer, Cicero and Virgil. He studied mathematics and science, and he developed a great love for art and theatre.
When Cristofano was twenty, his father died—how, nobody knew, it seemed. Some said he was assassinated by one of his sons, some said his wife; others still maintained that he died in his sleep, or killed himself. Whatever the cause, upon his death, his wife and their sons all fell out and fought amongst themselves for whatever the Duke had left. Cristofano was disgusted by all this; without waiting for his father’s funeral, and silently asking his forgiveness, he slipped away during all the confusion with a small sum of money and the clothes on his back. He came upon this town during his travels, and decided to start a new life here, away from his hateful family. They would, when they were finished fighting with each other, inevitably try to hunt him down and kill him in some dark alley.
But he couldn’t do it. Cristofano longed for the splendour and culture of the aristocratic life, and he simply was not whole without it. For the first time, he noticed the houses of the lesser nobles, plain and ignoble in comparison with the palace, surrounding it like wolves closing in on their prey. He knew how the system worked. He would work his way back up to the top, and he would never lose his composure. With an effortless air of nonchalance, he would eliminate anyone in his way and he would be where he deserved to. He whispered it into the night air: “I, Cristofano, will take on the title of Duke, and I will rise to heights yet unknown to mankind.” And if his brothers came for him—well, so be it. He would deal with them as he dealt with all the insubordinate curs in his way.
Without mercy.
Other
Roleplaying is discarding your reality and throwing yourself into a different world. You become a different person; you take on their attitudes, their values, their faults and their virtues. In essence, you are that person, at least until the experience is over.
What is Metagaming?
Breaking the roleplay wall and being out of character in a way that might ruin the immersion of the roleplay experience.
What is Powergaming?
Playing to win rather than enjoying the experience of roleplaying. Breaking blocks, placing blocks etc. and ruining the game for other, more serious roleplayers.
What is Assassin's Creed?
Assassin’s Creed is Ubisoft’s series of video games based on the war between the Assassins and the Templars. You play as Desmond, unlocking his memories through a device called the Animus, and reliving the life of Assassins in various time periods.
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Age: 17
Additional Information: I love setting up traps!
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As it stands there is very little incentive to go underwater in minecraft, so why not add underwater caves? I envision sort of tunnels with air pockets so you don't drown, and coming up into a sort of cave, like you swam up into an air pocket after going downwards.
The caves should maybe have some lighting already there when you come into them, perhaps glowstone? Or a new block that gives off light, like phosphor or coral or something. Also treasure! Maybe a silverfish spawner, too, if it were some sort of dungeon-type thing?
Some sort of increased visibility underwater would be needed, as well as prolonging the air meter. I suggest something like putting a melon on your head to see farther, something like the pumpkin, and adding a breath potion to the already existing potion system.
I didn't really think this through, I'm just putting it out there as a suggestion because I thought it was a cool idea