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    posted a message on *Recruiting* The Drunken Raiders Weekend (Subject to change) *Recruiting*
    Preffered Name/nickname (if wished to be with held, not necesary): Just call me Carlos ;)

    IGN: HieronymusLexImp

    Age: 15

    Location on Earth... or other planets...?: Earth last time I checked. Puerto Rico specifically. Although I do have relatives over at Mars. You can visit them when they abducted you to dissect your brain. We go on a lovely vacation there :3

    What about DRW makes you wish to join, if any!: Mostly the people, I know some of you and I wish to meet new people aswell.

    Skype name: piasmamc

    Did anyone refer you(include who), or did you randomly stumble upon this(include how): Couple people did through Skype

    (optional) Suggestive clan name:
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    Out of Character Information

    IGN: HieronymusLexImp

    Real-Life Age: 15

    Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): piasmamc

    Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I have read the rules and I agree to abide. I will obey any decision the overlords

    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Overpowering your character or just forcing an action upon another player: *The strong tall man rips the other's head off with his hands

    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC knowledge to gain an advantage ICly: Darren is told that Terrence is an assassin IC. He goes to where Terrence is and yells out that he is an assassin.

    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: ( to me) Is to create a character, Give him a personality and story and live his life. There are various types of Roleplays, Such as fantasy, cyberpunk etc.

    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:No one can use any of these

    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: ] A character may only die if their player assents

    When are you allowed to speak out of character? There is the OOC channel and private messaging to handle out of character conversations. Highly suggested not to talk OOC during RP[

    Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes I have.

    Who is allowed to use magic?: Only certain classes are allowed to use magic. Such as the mage or priest

    Who are the Fallen?: They are a group of people that tend to handle things more peacefully. They also tend to have a better grip on magic and prefer to stay isolated from other humans.


    When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 AD. Linyera family was killed, then the chancellor and 3 other leaders took control.


    Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group that is to protect the chancellor.

    What are the Net and Essence? Nets are a barrier that has a function to protect those that fall/jump off the island. and


    Essence is a type of substance, Which can be stored in emeralds or used to save items after falling off the islands.


    Who is/was Jensen?: He was a man that gained the power to inhabit corpses, He would then later begin a war against humanity. He searched for 5 artifacts that could have Aneria grant one wish. Caused the ]Jensen Crisis.

    What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Romecraft: AA, Legacy, Frontier Island. Elder Scrolls: Akavir, Rise of Kings, Camelot RP

    If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Elder Scrolls: Turned for the worse and eventually closed.
    Romecraft: Turned into Romecraft: Life sim
    Rise of Kings: It's... eh, Not that good IMO
    Camelot: Closed



    Character Information

    Name: William Belmonte

    Age: 17

    Class: Ranger

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery

    Physical description: He has messy black hair and brown eyes. He stands around 5'8 and weighs 140 pounds. His most notable features would be a small scar on his right arm (From a fight with his older brother). He has white skin, And a square shaped head. He has a small tilted nose and round ears.

    Screen capture of your skin:

    Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
    In 266 A.R., Jacob was born to Mariel and Brett Belmont, being a somewhat quiet child at youth, watching the world around him with curious eyes, looking up to the guards, though mostly the bladesmen in awe. Three years passed until his brother was born, William, he was quite different from his older brother, mostly staying at home sleeping, he was the less productive of the two. As the years passed, it became more and more obvious the two were going to be quite different, Jacob growing in strength and endurance while William became precise and agile, their personalities also being opposites, Jacob becoming a bit more serious and very moral while William became a bit of a scatterbrained jokester.

    William decided to learn how to be a bowsman, mostly due to watching his father practicing ever so often. His scatterbrainess would usually get him into trouble. Jacob began the path of the swordsman, practicing even with household items to hopefully become what he had looked up to as a child, a master of the sword, showing true dedication, despite not having a teacher. William took the path of ranger, he needed help with his training, so his father got one of the guardsmen too help him out. When he started training he spent most of his time outside, always looking forward to learn more from his teacher. Jacob refused to have a teacher himself, due to wanting to prove that he was truly better than William. William eventually caught onto this, and he decided he would do the same. And so the two decided to make everything into a competition, from who finishes their plate first, too even who wakes up first. As this wore on, their parents slowly started to become more and more annoyed by their actions, but the last straw was when they began a very violent fistfight, breaking multiple vases and other fragile items in the household. When their parents saw what had happened, Mariel was at a loss of words while Brett was so filled with rage that he refused to ever allow the two to practice swordplay or bowmanship ever again, forcing them to work off every single bit of damage they caused.

    When Jacob and William were twenty and seventeen respectively, their parents were lacking in money and they took a desperate job, heading to Bloodstone Island to try and gather a large deposit of minerals, however even though they put up a valiant fight, the monsters of Bloodstone Island were too powerful for them, the poor pair being ripped to shreds. It took a few weeks before Jacob and William finally realized what had happened, being told by the man who sent them on the suicide mission. This meant that they had no money left, losing their house, their posessions, and most of all their parents. We begin their story right after they receieve the news, sending them off into the world, alone except for the company of one another.


    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make sure his elder brother is safe, Too become an expert bowsmen and too live a quiet and peaceful life.

    Strengths (Both physical and personality):
    -Personality: William has a gentle and trusting personality, And a rather mellow attitude. He is very attentive and kind to others
    -Physical: Rather fast due to his height, Also being trained in archery he is a bit experienced( Not so much)

    Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.):
    Personality:

    -Personality: William is a bit of a scatterbrain most of the time and ends up acting silly. His good intentions can also him into trouble. A bit naive at times.
    -Physical: He isnt as bulky or as strong as his brother Jacob.

    Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): Yes, I am linking characters with UofMTigerfan


    In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    *As William walked around the Capital finishing up some errands, He would come across said men harassing the young girl. Calling her names and asking her if she could come share a room with one of them. William would approach the two larger and well armed men as he unsheathed his weapon. He seemed a bit scared at first, but he had to protected the young woman. Both men's attention shifted to William, at that point the lady ran off and William was about to get beaten by the two*


    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    *A man would approach William as he was checking out the airships, he seemed fascinated by them as he stood there for about half an hour admiring them. The man seemed to be part of a crew there. He had a smile on his face and said to William*
    "Good day sir!"
    William: "Oh hello there, Do you need something?"
    "Well I went over to you to ask you something! Tell me, You the type of person that likes adventure?"
    William: Well of course."
    "Would you like to be rich beyond your wildest dreams?"
    William: "Yeah!"
    "Hmm, Well then! How about ya join my crew! C'mon, You'll get a place to live, Travel a lot too!"
    William: "Huh, That sounds fun, Hmm I better tell my brother about this!"
    "Hmm, Sorry we only need one. Another man would be a burden with us"
    *William rubs his chin, He thinks for a moment whether to join up or not, He finally comes up with an answer.*
    William: "Sorry sir... I'll have to say no. Me and my brother, We're close you know. I can't just leave him."
    "Oh well, You're the one missing out" *The man walks away*


    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    *William walking around the Capital, Would spot the old man, The old man looked very sick and thin. He would cough a few times and finally asked him*
    "Sir... My children and I, We're starving. Please spare us some food, Or maybe some money..."
    *William looked at the man, Reaching into his pocket he took out a small bag of coins he was saving up for a new bow*
    William: "Well... I... I guess you and your family need this more than I do. I was saving up for a bow, But..."
    *The old man swipes the bag from William*
    "HAHA! Thank ya lad!" *He runs off*
    *William would just stand there, Thinking if the man was actually tricking him or if he had been honest, Nonetheless he would not chase after him as it would seem he would be taking from him... There seems to be no one around, So it may be best to forget about it*

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother
    William entered a tavern in town, It was a popular one where everybody sat down and relaxed. That night it was crowded. He greeted the people and sat down for a drink. A few moments later one of the patrons would stumble by, He looked like he had a bit too much alcohol. William would look at him, He had his usual friendly attitude, He would say*
    Oh hello there!.. Say are you alright? You don't really look so good"
    *The inebriated fellow would look down and say*
    Bah, Shush up!" *The inebriated man would say* "I'm lookin' fine *hic* n' it's none of ya damned busin*hic*ess!"
    William: Oh... Erm... I din't mean too sound rude... But I think you've had en- *he would be interrupted*
    ILL STOP WHEN*Hic*EVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!"
    A scared William would stutter and say* "Oh well... I-I uh, I'm sorry sir!"
    Laughter* "Sorry? What kinda' wuss are ya? Heh, Yer' mother must've done a *cuss* job raising ya', Yer*insult* mother raised a lil' girl"
    "W-What? My mother is not a *insult* ... T-Take that back"
    He stood up, Facing the taller drunken man, William would then shake a bit, Scared. The inebriated fellow would notice this and say to him*
    Well! *Hic* Aren't you a brave lil' fellow? How about you just sit down n' *hic* I'll not bash your head into the table"
    *William, Scared, Would do as the man said*
    The man would laugh at him, William would look down at his drink, Knowing he wouldn't be able to take him on in a fight

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears
    *William would look at the necklace and think about his mother. William would keep walking, his tears watered up as he had memories of home. Spending time with his family, competing with his brother*

    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? None

    Other notes
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    OOC:
    IGN: HieronymusLexImp
    Age: 28
    Time you can dedicate: About 3-6 hours
    Why us?: Because I've been with you since Akavir and I recently became interested in the Fallout series
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC knowledge to gain an advantage ICly: Darren is told that Terrence is an assassin IC. He goes to where Terrence is and yells out that he is an assassin.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Overpowering your character or just forcing an action upon another player: *The strong tall man rips the others head off with his hands*
    Did you join our website? Yes i did

    IC:
    Name:Donovan McHale
    Nickname: None
    Age: 28
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Caucasian, Black, Short hair. About 5'9 of height. Has bags under his eyes and has a five o clock shadow
    Personality: A serious man with a solemn attitude.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    *Donovan was visitng Doctor Stark after a small fight with the NCR, He laid down on the table and asked*
    *The Doctor sighs* "What happened now boy?" *putting down his papers*
    "Usual fighting... What's wrong with me, Doc?"

    *Doctor Stark sighs, shaking his head* The problem is your getting into all these fights with the NCR, Kings need to stop jumping to violence
    *Chuckles* "Well, That's how Kings solve things around here Doc."
    Negotiating can work, still, stay out of trouble. The doctors here dont need to wast more supplies and I hate to stop my research to make sure if your ok *He chuckles*
    -"Well, Negotiation's not my strongest suite. I'd rather beat the life out of a guy with a wrench if it means ending a problem quickly.
    "But well... Gotta think of the consequences." *Donovan said*
    *He shakes his head, letting out a tired sigh* Your never going to learn, are you just going to do this forever?
    *Chuckles* "Maybe not... I know this isnt how the world works.. But hey, Not many wounds this time, Eh?"
    *He sighs* Yeah, This time... You're good to go, Now head off and try not to get killed this time."
    "Will do Doc." *he stood up and walked outside*

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)

    Donovan were born in Freeside.
    Donovan always looked up the local gang the kings, one day hoping to join them like all freeside children. So as the NCR moved in, His parents like all locals got into small disputes with them, but never anything very large. He joined the kings once he was old enough, and helped them take care of the muggers and such in the local freeside area. He continued to help the kings until 2 years after the battle of Hoover dam, with the NCR moving in a lot more now, more disputes broke out and after a NCR citizen and him got in to a brawl, Donovan was brought back to Old Mormon Fort where the followers were. There he was treated by the followers, and met good old Doctor Stark. He had many talks about many things, mostly wasteland politics and such since Stark loves that.
    After, he was called away to San Fran, and said that if Donovan was ever in the area he could always work as security.
    After that, He saw that the legion and NCR moving in, and not wanting to wait for the war to come to freeside, He left to San Fran. Donovan left after a few days though. He made his way to San fran, joining up with a small group of traders along the way. In the group was a young mother and her 6 year old daughter, Lucy.He made friends with the two, and the three were very close. Sadly, one day the group was attacked by some raiders and most of the group was killed except for two traders and Donovan. The bandits had died, but they had killed the mother and the young girl. Donovan collapsed at the scene, He buried the bodies and took the burnt teddy bear of the little girl with him. He then and went to San Fran on your own, guilt stricken. He named the bear Lucy in memory of her. He eventually reached San fran and started looking for the FOA.
    Powers up Vaultboy 3000*
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    posted a message on Tales of Camelot [Closed]
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    2nd character(HieronymusLexImp)
    Name of Character: Francois Renoit

    Nicknames: The Raven, Golden Boy

    Age: 22

    Race: 75% Breton, 25% Imperial

    Place of Birth: Southeast of Cheydinhal, Near Hero's Hill

    Personality:
    Francois might be a bit insane and a maniac.Usually cheerful but a bit cruel. He acts all silly in public, Making jokes and embarrassing others. He looks foolish to others, But he is a very intelligent young man with a thirst for knowledge. He admires mages and hopes to one day learn a bit of it. When he thinks of magic, He mostly thinks about burning down buildings and summoning grotesque creatures. He can be a bit cruel as he enjoys torturing another living being for his own amusement. He loves animals, But they dont seem to like him, Always whimpering when he gets close...

    Francois has an obsession with blood and death.


    Appearance:

    Francois is always smiling, It keeps his mouth opened. This is due to him being a bit insane and being cheerful all the time. He is only 5'6 in height, has long curly black hair. He is also a bit pale as he always puts a hood on when he goes outside. Mostly wears long red robes with a hood that covers his light-gray eyes. He has a small bulbous nose. He has a few scars, Mostly from animals he tried to befriend. The one that is easily noticed his the wolf bite on the back of his right leg.


    Traits: He never holds a grudge with someone, And tends never to pick sides. One moment he could be fighting for you, And then he stabs you in the neck and kills everybody else. He always jokes around even when something terrible has happened

    Tools: Francois carries jars and some embalming tools just in case he finds a corpse in the wild.

    Life Story:

    Francois Renoit was born southeast of Cheydinhal, He was the son of a very religious couple. His parents dint like him due to his odd behavior, Thought he was under the influence of Daedra. So they started experimenting on him, Thinking it would change him. He was a bit traumatized. Because of this he has difficulty expressing and emotions, And feels pain slowly.Locking himself in his room with a knife under his bed, He wanted to kill them both. His 22nd birthday was coming up, Still living with them, Keeping himself to his books. One night... He went to their room, And chop both of them up. Painting the walls with their blood, And playing with their organs... All he did was laugh... And smile. He never stopped smiling, He left his home and ran off to somewhere far where he could spread chaos... He left to Akavir

    [WIP. It is STILL not finished, Will be finished by Tuesday]
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    OOC:
    IGN:HieronymusLexImp
    Age:14
    Why us?:Ive been trying to find an ES rp server for a few days, Stumbled across this one, So I thought why not?
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I have.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing ( to me) Is to create a character, Give him a personality and story and live his life. There are various types of RPGs
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using sources, Outside of RP to affect someone's in game decisions.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically Power-Gaming is forcing RP. Mostly in /me commands (In Minecrafts case) And also being completely unrealistic
    IC:
    Name: Dar'Shavir
    Nickname: Desert Tiger
    Age: 19
    Gender:Male
    Race:Khajiit
    Jobs: Professional Thief ( He can be employed to steal certain items from certain people)
    Appearance: Young Khajiit with White fur, with red eyes. Not much to look at. Mostly carries around a small brown satchel to his right and some brown pants.
    Personality: Chivalrous, A bit snide and arrogant. Very Cunning

    RP examples: (While searching for a reward left by their employer in a cave)
    Daryn: Shavir, You imbecil!Dont you see what you have done?!
    Shavir: Hey! Hey! Dont be like that, I was trying to do you a favor. Its not my fault I burnt your satchel, lighting my torch!
    Daryn: You see this is exactly what Im talking about! You are always so careless, My rags were in that satchel!
    Shavir: Oh ... Erm- That is a shame, I apoligize
    Daryn: This isnt the first time youve been this careless, Earlier today you thought it wouldve been a good idea to enter a cave through a group of bandits lair...
    Shavir: We got out alive dint we?
    Daryn: You almost got us killed! Why do I listen to you anyways?!
    Shavir: Oh please, Without me you wouldnt be alive . Lets just get to the end of the cave, claim our treasure and then goo back to get drunk.
    Daryn: :Sighs: Very well, Just promise me youll be more careful.
    ​Shavir: Fine, fine. Ill be more careful... Hey is that the chest that redguard told us about?
    Daryn: Shavir Wait dont, Cyrus said he put up a tra--!
    (Shavir sets off a trap, getting them both stuck in a pit.)
    Shavir: Hehehe....
    Backstory:
    Dar'Shavir, Given the title of Dar' for his cunning ways, He is a young khajiit from Hammerfell. He was adopted by a family of Redguards, As his parents abandoned him. He doesnt know much about them, But people have called them drunkards and thieves. He wasnt much of a family member to his Redguard family. Mostly abused by the patriarch, K'avar. His "Mother", Jearl, Barely payed attention to him, Sometimes even not feeding him or leaving him at the local market alone (Maybe on purpose). The worst of them all were his "Brothers", Always making fun of him, Beating him, Even torturing him. He dint go to any authority because he was afraid of them... He dint have any friends, Because he would steal from anybody so he can survive.
    He had only one friend, Someone he looked up to, He was Breton called Gaston, He was a shifty merchant, Giving anybody who bartered with him terrible deals (He got some idiot to pay 200 gold, For an iron sword! He told him it was a priceless antique used by a famous warrior that live in Hammerfell). Gaston thought of Shavir as an apprentice, As he was growing old and dint have any children of his own, He decided to teach Shavir a bit about persuasion.When Shavir was 14, Gaston got a few of his friends to teach Shavir some more skills, THis time on how to be a great thief. Shavir was excited to start, He was taught mostly about pickpocketting and lockpicking. He joined the guild of thieves that Gaston's friends were from, As he was sick of his Redguard "family" abusing of him, and became well known. He is a bit too careless and his arrogance can be his end, But nevertheless he is very chivalrous and loyal to his employers. However at age 19, He was giving a that he couldnt refuse, To steal an elder scroll. Stealing an Elder Scroll... Such a thing hasnt been done since a legendary thief stole one in 3E 433. Of course he accepted this job and made his way to the Imperial City... However Shavir's carelessness finally got to him. He was detained by the legion soldiers as he was making his way up the tower... He was surrounded, He was captured and sent to jail for attempting such a crime... He managed to get out of the Imperial Prison, He had no choice, He had to leave Tamriel. The only other place he could go is Akavir. What is too await for him? Only time can find out...
    SKOOMA KILLS.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    Ok instead of a mage Ill think of something completely different.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    FIXED:
    OOC:
    IGN:HieronymusLexImp
    Age:14
    Why us?:Ive been trying to find an ES rp server for a few days, Stumbled across this one, So I thought why not?
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I have.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing ( to me) Is to create a character, Give him a personality and story and live his life. There are various types of RPGs
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: From what ive known, Meta-gaming is too give out information of a current RP event Out-Of-Character and the player's character does not know of it yet. Basically having to know something that hasnt happened yet through other means that arent RP
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically Power-Gaming is forcing RP. Mostly in /me commands (In Minecrafts case) And also being completely unrealistic

    IC:
    Name: Arnand Farseer
    Nickname: ]Age: 21
    Gender:Male
    Race:BretonJobs: Novice Mage, Ex-Mercenary.
    Appearance: Light brown hair with Brown eyes. Wears a yellow striped black robe.
    Personality: Aloof, Solemn .
    In-game RP example:
    (9 years ago, Somewhere in Skyrim)
    Abbard: Arnand.
    Arnand: :Keeps quite, Ignoring his father
    Abbard: :Yelling at him: Arnand!
    Arnand: Im sorry, Is there something you need, Pa?
    Abbard: For Talos sake boy, What is wrong with you.
    Arnand: I- I havent done anything wrong sir...
    Abbard: Why do you act like this? Most children your age crave for adventure, Not stay hidden in some book. Ive also heard of other villagers seeing you casting a spell near the village gate. You could start a fire!
    Arnand: I- Im sorry Pa...
    Abbard: :Sighs: Its not your fault son. I just wants what is best for you...Arnand: Pa... Is there something wrong with me?
    Abbard: Of course not! Why do you say such a thing?
    Arnand: The others make fun of me because I dont practice wielding weapons, And that I always rather stay inside and read, The villagers seem to hate me... And you seem dissapointed because of the things I like
    Abbard: Arnand, There is nothing wrong with you... You are just different. Son, Ill always support you, On anything you do.
    Arnand : Thanks pa...
    (Other example, Of when he first joined the band of mercenaries):
    Hlar: Hello, Arnand!
    Arnand: Hlar…
    ']Hlar: Imagine! You and me fighting together. Life’s full of surprises, isn’t it?
    Arnand: I suppose so…
    Hlar: So, What do you think of our commander?
    Arnand: Im here. Theres your answer
    Hlar: Good point… You know this job as a mercenary seems to have more meaning than any of my previous ones. And its not because it deals with the continent and all the nations and all that. I simply accomplish my employer’s goals. That is my prime motivation
    Arnand: Mm…
    Hlar: Huh? What is it?
    Arnand: Hlar… Do you…
    ']Hlar: Do I what?
    Arnand: Nothing… Pay me no mind.
    Background: Arnand Farseer, Novice Mage/Mercenary, Breton born and raised in Skyrim, Only child of Abbard and Anya Farseer. Arnand was an only child raised in a nord village in The Pale. He was a bit different too all the other children, Seeing as he preferred magic rather than training using a weapon. His mother, Anya, was an excellent mage, Specializing in Illusion. She met Abbard as she was traveling across Tamriel to learn more about magic. The two fell in love and decided to settledown in Skyrim. Abbard was a very stern man, But he loved his only child, Even if he wasnt a Nord. Anya died of sickness when Arnand was only 5.
    At age 16 he decided to leave the village and hone his skills in magic. His father was heartbroken, But let him go because he knew it was what he wanted. Arnand entered the college of Winterhold, He isnt reallym uch of an experienced mage , He dint stay for long . A certain accident involving an experiment back fired, Resulting into him vaporizing one of his fellow mages ( he isnt really that good as he needs to sharpen his skills), He dint even get to learn any apprentice spells. He decided to move into Dawnstar, As he thought they needed a mage. While practicing his skills, A certain group of mercenaries called the Condemned Warriors, were visiting Dawnstar admired his skills and asked him to join them. Arnand worked his way up, Although young he managed to get his group to be a bit well known around Skyrim... That is until now. Few weeks after turning 21, Arnand was framed for a crime he did not commit, Allegedly, He had attacked a very important Thalmor official, It was most likely by a rivaling group of mercenaries called The Eternal Dragons. He had no other choice but to leave Tamriel. The only option he had was to travel to Akavir and start over his life. Although he must careful of the choices he makes. Who knows what path will he take while on his life in Akavir..
    SKOOMA KILLS!
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    OOC:
    IGN:HieronymusLexImp
    Age:14
    Why us?:Ive been trying to find an ES rp server for a few days, Stumbled across this one, So I thought why not?
    Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I have.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing ( to me) Is to create a character, Give him a personality and story and live his life. There are various types of RPGs
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: From what ive known, Meta-gaming is too give out information of a current RP event Out-Of-Character and the player's character does not know of it yet. Basically having to know something that hasnt happened yet through other means that arent RP
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Basically Power-Gaming is forcing RP. Mostly in /me commands (In Minecrafts case) And also being completely unrealistic

    IC:
    Name: Arnand Farseer
    Nickname:

    Age: 21
    Gender:Male
    Race:Breton
    Appearance: Light brown hair with Brown eyes. Wears a yellow striped black robe.
    Personality: Aloof, Solemn .
    In-game RP example:
    (9 years ago, Somewhere in Skyrim)

    Abbard: Arnand.
    Arnand: :Keeps quite, Ignoring his father:
    Abbard: :Yelling at him: Arnand!
    Arnand: Im sorry, Is there something you need, Pa?
    Abbard: For Talos sake boy, What is wrong with you.
    Arnand: I- I havent done anything wrong sir...
    Abbard: Why do you act like this? Most children your age crave for adventure, Not stay hidden in some book. Ive also heard of other villagers seeing you casting a spell near the village gate. You could start a fire!
    Arnand: I- Im sorry Pa..
    Abbard: :Sighs: Its not your fault son. I just wants what is best for you...
    Arnand: Pa... Is there something wrong with me?
    Abbard: Of course not! Why do you say such a thing?
    Arnand: The others make fun of me because I dont practice wielding weapons, And that I always rather stay inside and read, The villagers seem to hate me... And you seem dissapointed because of the things I like
    Abbard: Arnand, There is nothing wrong with you... You are just different. Son, Ill always support you, On anything you do.
    Arnand : Thanks pa...
    (Other example, Of when he first joined the band of mercenaries):
    Hlar: Hello, Arnand!
    Arnand: Hlar…
    Hlar: Imagine! You and me fighting together. Life’s full of surprises, isn’t it?
    Arnand: I suppose so…
    Hlar: So, What do you think of our commander?
    Arnand: Im here. Theres your answer
    Hlar: Good point… You know this job as a mercenary seems to have more meaning than any of my previous ones. And its not because it deals with the continent and all the nations and all that. I simply accomplish my employer’s goals. That is my prime motivation
    Arnand: Mm…
    Hlar: Huh? What is it?
    Arnand: Hlar… Do you…
    Hlar: Do I what?
    Arnand: Nothing… Pay me no mind.
    Background: Arnand Farseer, Mage/Mercenary, Breton born and raised in Skyrim, Only child of Abbard and Anya Farseer. Arnand was an only child raised in a nord village in The Pale. He was a bit different too all the other children, Seeing as he preferred magic rather than training using a weapon. His mother, Anya, was an excellent mage, Specializing in Illusion. She met Abbard as she was traveling across Tamriel to learn more about magic. The two fell in love and decided to settledown in Skyrim. Abbard was a very stern man, But he loved his only child, Even if he wasnt a Nord. Anya died of sickness when Arnand was only 5.
    At age 16 he decided to leave the village and hone his skills in magic. His father was heartbroken, But let him go because he knew it was what he wanted. Arnand entered the college of Winterhold, But he dint stay for long. A certain accident involving an experiment back fired, Resulting into him vaporizing one of his fellow mages. He decided to move into Dawnstar, As he thought they needed a mage. While practicing his skills, A certain group of mercenaries called the Condemned Warriors, were visiting Dawnstar admired his skills and asked him to join them. Arnand worked his way up, Although young he managed to get his group to be a bit well known around Skyrim... That is until now. Few weeks after turning 21, Arnand was framed for a crime he did not commit, Allegedly, He had attacked a very important Thalmor official, It was most likely by a rivaling group of mercenaries called The Eternal Dragons. He had no other choice but to leave Tamriel. The only option he had was to travel to Akavir and start over his life. Although he must careful of the choices he makes. Who knows what path will he take while on his life in Akavir...
    SKOOMA KILLS!
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    posted a message on ★★★★★ PhanaticMC Network ★★★★★ skyblock skygrid factions creative minigames + more
    MC Username: HieronymusLexImp
    Age: 14
    Why do you want to join?: I have yet to try out Skyblock. And I found about this server, So why not give it a try?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Orbzgaming review
    http://minestatus.net/41248-orbzgaming
    If you dont feel like looking at my review there, Just read on:
    Take Minecraft seriously? Dont bother with this server.
    After 3 weeks of playing on the server. I have encountered a vast amount of errors. One of them being the item resets. The wilderness is complete and utter crap. Mostly since its supposed to be a "PVP/RAID" area. You can not raid due to their /lock command, The reason for this is because and I quote: "People complain about losing their stuff". Which takes that out of the question. Imagine, After mining those glorious diamonds, Making some good ol' armor and enchanting it. Well in this server, YOU GET DIFFERENT INVENTORIES. Thats right if you are in the wilderness and want to bring some stuff to the spawn, Too bad. And they expect you to use gems as currency BUT YOU CANT BRING THE GEMS INTO THE MAIN WORLD( Which isnt even open yet) The only good part about the server is the great structures and buildings. But thats it. The roleplaying part isnt even present in the server. Not even a small amount. I dont see people creating characters with backstories or anything. Or even a small amount of narration by users using the /me command:
    Example:
    *HieronymusLexImp , X player and Y player go out into the vast and dangerous wilderness to explore new areas.
    The difficulty is set on Hard. Which doesnt really add up if people dont wanna lose their items.
    The staff is great except for a certain member...
    Overall I'd say this server gets a 4/10
    For being the broken, lousy excuse of a RPG server I've ever been in. The excuse for the item resets are: We are in Alpha stage, There are tons of errors. Again I played here for like 3 weeks. This is just my opinion, You can go try it out sure. But I wouldnt if I were you.
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    posted a message on Internal exception: java.net.SocketTimeoutException: Read timed out
    I know it has something to do with internet connection being low. Cuz whenever this happens, My internet goes down.
    Posted in: Legacy Support
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