Here's my app! :biggrin.gif:
IGN: HowItKilledYou
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Um, I do it a lot, just not on minecraft
Why Us: I love skyrim, and your server looks awesome
Time You Can Dedicate:A lot, mostly after 4:00 in the afternoon, i have school
IC
Name: FeatherDragon
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, long brown hair, brown eyes, muscular build
Fears: Fire, Isolation
Personality: Um, Sarcastic, humorous, and Spirit-lifting(If that's a word)
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Um, Metalworking?
Nickname (Optional): Wingbeat
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Really, Swiping at the legs? You're so predictable", My brother jeers as we train. "I don't need your lecturing! I can handle this in my own way!", I respond snootily. He lunges at me, sword pointing at my arm, and I deflect it. I use his moment of unbalance to knock his sword out of his hand, and pin him against the wall with the tip of mine. "How does it feel? That your little brother finally beat you, so EASILY." "It's hard to explain, but if you can't respond with words, you should respond with action!" I'm confused by his statement, and in my confusion, he pulls the sword out of my hand and knocks me over, pointing the sword at me. "Never gloat little bro, its shows weakness". I sigh, get up and dodge a quick slice, working my way to my sword. "I'll never beat you at this rate!"
Backstory: Wingbeat grew up in a small hidden forest village, with his brothers and sisters. Life was good. His family was well-respected as well. No one doubted his motives, he was a good soul. His eldest brother, Martith, trained him in sword fighting so he could protect himself. But, hes more peaceful, and has an interest in healing. But his family fell into hard times, and he must rise to the task. Why not one of his brothers? He only has one, and he can't go because he must protect the family. Wingbeat's main quest is too learn healing and gain enough money too raise his family up. He needs no vengeance.
IGN:Tristanrobinson1
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: played on herocraft
Why Us: i love skyrim and am happy that a serious server is taking it up
Time You Can Dedicate: almost every day
IC
Name:Tristan
Race:dark elf
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/JSOSy.jpg ( tall darkskined darkelf redeyes and a red scar running down his left side of his face
Fears: Falmer,Chaurus, undead
Personality: cautious but not afraid. ready to be the first into a fight but not one that is a lost cause
Occupation: wanderer / mercenary
Skills: bow-onehand duel swords --fire magic
Nickname (Optional):Tristan
RP Example (Add Dialogue) The hooded figure walked into the Inn from the pouring rain outside. the once cheerfull inn grew quiet as the hooded figure walked acrose the room and sat down. The inkeeper nerviously walked over to the man "what will you be having?" he said in a weary voice. The stranger looked up "ill take wine... alot if you have it" The innkeeper backed up in a hurry....
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs) Born in a small village on the outskirts of Morrowind Tristan had a fairly normal childhood filled with luxuries of slaves-food he never had to plow a field or fish. He learned to fight. At the age of 10 he was trained in the art of combat and at the age of 18 was a respectable fighter in his village. His people were not bothered by lesser races such as humans or Argonian unless they served them. One race they faced many times was the dreaded undead. The living come again. Through time the dark elfs or Dunmer learned to face them and it was one one such fight that Tristan and his band of men fought. They were exploring a crypt in search of rare items left by the living. It was a epic fight but one that was hopeless all died except for one. The undead thinking they had slayed all that had come left to there graves until a sir ten band of men came looking for a weapon long lost. When they defeated the undead they found the limp body of tristan and carried him back to there town where he now wakes in a foreign place with strange new people
The whitelisters won't let this by so easy if you don't fix up your capitalization.
Role-Play Exp.: I have done a lot of RPs and love them
Why Us: Well I have been looking for a server like this and I finished the main
storyline of Skyrim in a day and maxed my character in 3 days!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-10 Weekdays and all day weekends
IC
Name: Trebon Fulbarni
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Mighty and Courageous
Fears: Alduin and Giants
Personality: Friendly, Funny, talkative
Occupation: Warrior for Whiterun, Blacksmith
Skills: Heavy Armor, One-Handed, Blocking, Archery, Smithing
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ME) Jarl! A Watchtower has been attacked by a dragon! I was lucky enough to make out alive. JARL) Are you the only one left ME) Yes my Jarl. I...I tried to save them but the dragon was to powerful. JARL) Which way did the Dragon go? ME) To Riverwood. JARL) Irileth! IRILETH) Yes Jarl? JARL) Go to Riverwood and kill this dragon and take Trebon Fulbarni and five of your best men. IRILETH) Yes Jarl. Come on! We havent much time!.........
Backstory: Trebon Fulbarni grew up in the city of Riverwood. He was 2 years old when Alduin was slain. His dad died in a battle against Ulfric Stormcloak when Trebon Fulbarni was 4 years old. His father was a mighty warrior. Trebon Fulbarni wanted to grow up and be like him. His mother didnt want him to be a warrior she said it was too dangerous. Trebon Fulbarni refused to listen. Trebon got a job with the blacksmith of Riverwood. He got fired because he didnt show up to woork one day. Trebon tried to find another job but couldnt. On his 18th birth day Trebon got tired of doing nothing with his life. He decided that he would travel to Whiterun and become a warrior. It was a hard journey. Once there he joined the Imperial army. There he trained with other Whiterun soldiers and listened to storys about fierce battles. One soldier told him the story of Alduin and how Dragonborn defeated him with an Elder Scroll. Trebon would sometimes wonder if Alduin would come back and if so what could be done to stop him. Trebon also worked as a blacksmith making his own weapons and making some for the army of Whiterun. up to today Trebon lives in Whiterun and fights to protect Whiterun of all invaders. He one day plans on joining a guild.
LokitoDenied [Write Rp dialogues again, bold it up and Ill give it another look]
Tris1995Denied [Assassin Creed II???]
InksDenied [Obvious Reasons]
The server is currently Down, The accepted applicants will not be able to enter, neither we can [the staff]
@MinersUndead
If you are here to rant about us, Leave the server now, if you disagree with us, We are under a lot of work, its not just one app to revise, its loads and loads of pages, and we cannot keep up!, its very hard, so if I were you, after reading this, I'd shut up.
I'm sorry but he was skipped about 4 times he needed some notice.
IGN:Eamafa Age:14 Role-Play Exp.:I've been recently playing many minecraft Role Playing severs. I am also a great roleplayer Why Us:I enjoy the Elder Scroll series and I think it would be cool to play as a side character rather then the mighty main hero Time You Can Dedicate:Depending on the day of the week and how much school work I have 1- 4 hours.
IC
Name:Orthus Randar Race:Brenton Gender:Male Age:37 Appearance:A man with a medium build. He looks clean, healthy and friendly. He has Thick brown hair, brown eyes and wears a blue tunic. Fears:Loosing a close family member, loosing his potion shop, disapointing his family. Personality:Friendly, caring, inteligent, and an overall nice person who you want to be around. Occupation:Mage and Potion Shop Keeper Skills:Alchemy, Speech, and magic including destruction, illusion, enchanting and restoration Nickname (Optional): RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Man Walks into Orthus's Shop*
Orthus: Welcome to my shop of Magical Potions. How may I be to your services?
The Man: Well I'm in need of a certain potion and I've heard you pretty good at making them.
Orthus: Well you've heard right! I'm the best Potion maker in town. So what potion are you intrested in?
The man: I need a potion of invisibilty.
Orthus: I see. Well I do have enough ingredients for one bottle, but it is very expensive. I hope you have enough Septims.
The man: Great. I'll come and pick it up tomorrow morning. You better have it ready... or else.
Orthus: Or else? It seems like you want this potion alot. What do you need it so badly for.
The man: Thats none of your business.
Orthus: But it my business. Im the one brewing the potion after all. I think you better tell me What this is all about.
The man: You better stop asking question and just brew the potion.
Orthus: Very well. I'll see you tomorrow morning.
The man: Yes. And you better have that potion ready
*man leaves stores*
Orthus:(Says to himself) Yes, and you will be ready to tell me the truth. No matter how hard you try, you will tell me what I want to hear. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Although Orthus currently lives in Skyrim he lived most of his childhood in Cyrodiil. He lived with his father and his mother. His father was a blacksmith and his mother did the house work. His father wanted him to become a blacksmith like he was and supply the Imperial Legion with wepons and armor. But Orthus didn't like blacksmithing. He was more intriuged by magic. His Uncle who was a Arch mage taught him basic spells when he was only 10. Orthus was fustrated at first when he was not able to quickly learn them but he soon learned disipline and patience from his uncle when he told him about his fustration and was able to now learn spells quicker and get less fustraited in the process. His Uncle was very proud. His father however at first did not aprove of his son learning magic instead of blacksmithing.
This disaproval lasted until the beginning of Orthus's teen years. His father then learned to accept Orthus's intrest in magic after he was able to help his fathers business by enchanting wepons and armor that his father had crafted. He learned this skill from his uncle and from books that he had been given. His father became very proud of his sons work. Unfortunatly Orthus's Uncle had to move to Skyrim and left his family to take up a job in the College of Winter Hold. Orthus missed his uncle very much as he was a great teacher to him. His uncle however left Orthus many books on magic so that Orthus could continue to become a great mage. One of these books was one on Alchemy, a skill his uncle had not taught Orthus. Orthus quickly gained intrest in Alchemy. Orthus was able to find many ingredients for the potions described in the book in Cyrodiil and quickly mastered Alchemy.
Unfortunatley once Orthus was 15 his father lost his job to a competetor in the blacksmithing industry. His father couldn't find work in Cyrodiil so the family soon decided to move to Skyrim. Orthus was happy about this because he had not seen his uncle in a few years and was excited to see him again. His father was soon offered a job blacksmithing in a small town. They were soon back on their feet and had a good amount of money. Orthus was soon able to visit he Uncle in the college he was glad to see him. He asked Orthus how he had advanced in magic. His uncle was impressed with his progress. This was a happy time in his life.
When he was 25 he moved out of his parents home and persued his love of alchemy and magic. He bought more books on magic and was now able to match his Uncle. Although he was such a gifted mage he enjoyed Alchemy more. He had traveled the world learning able magic and alchemy until he was 35. When he was this age he decided to settle down and start his own potion shop. He bought a nice place and soon had the most popular shop in town. He is now known in the town as the friendly Potion shop keeper who loves to share information on alchemy. From time to time he also visits his uncle in the College.
"Fus Ro Dah"
This really makes me mad. An admin still hasn't gotten to him. You know his original post was on the same page as me and I got accepted. Someone needs to get to him at least someday.
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FeatherDragon is not a Khajiiti name.
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XD It's nice to have someone on my side...
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I had a dream of having a girlfriend, it came true, but playing on the server won't. :sad.gif:
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YES! My name is on top!
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That's why we need a reliable host.
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It'd be funny if we had to rebuild the map lol.
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The whitelisters won't let this by so easy if you don't fix up your capitalization.
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Probably just high staff. Get a promotion and let me in or be annihilated,
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Nevermind
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I know. It's who I am.
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I'm sorry but he was skipped about 4 times he needed some notice.
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This really makes me mad. An admin still hasn't gotten to him. You know his original post was on the same page as me and I got accepted. Someone needs to get to him at least someday.
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NECROMANCER NECROMANCER!!!
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Okay then...