Spelling, grammar, making up diseases, your character wasn't really explained in your backstory and your backstory made no sense. also, your name isn't a Khajiit name.
Denied.
Schvenvenstein Bard-blood isn't an Imperial name, why did I get accepted? By the way don't kick me out just asking.
IGN: un7ucky
Age: '91
Role-Play Exp: nope
Why Us: no real reason, bored
Time You Can Dedicate: 3 hours daily
IC
Name: lucky
Race:Daedra
Gender:male
Age: the Daedra have no need for age
Appearance:black/red molted color
Fears: the Daedra fear no man
Personality: fearsom, cunning trickster
Occupation: being summoned to help
Skills: slashing and burning....but not arson
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): summoner why have you summoned me? what now? i can hold that. let me pull that arrow from your knee. right away summoner. yes summoner.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): lucky was torn from the gates of Oblivion at an unknown time and now searches the world for his summoner so that he can go back to the hellish night mare that was his life. He dislikes when people try to take his Daedra Heart, and this has lead to a couple of massacres through out the ages. He once helped Mehrunes Dagon to attack one of the dragon born in a past age.
fos da roo
This is going to get denied since the Daedra are nonplayable and you have no capitalization.
Guys, I've just realized that there's a big problem with our faction plugin, namely the fact that non-members can not manipulate blocks, including doors and chests, within faction territory. This is especially a problem for the thieves guild, as we can no longer thieve within faction land, which is a pretty big setback. If there's a way to disable this part of the plugin, and just let mods protect areas that really need block protection, that would be great. (Also, some factions require entire cities to be claimed, which would then disallow citizens of the city living normally, such as by opening doors and such. It's a bother.)
IGN:ferble1
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: have played actual skyrim and have rped on other servers
Why Us: i want an rp experience where it isnt constant war and the enviroment is rich.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2 hours - 3 hours if i can
IC
Name: fringe dracon
Race: argonian
Gender: male
Age:34
Appearance: cloaked in blue robes
Fears: frost bite spiders, giants,trolls
Personality: adventurous but bold and may change with experience
Occupation: adventurer and traveling merchant
Skills: ice magic, swords, sneak, and lockpick
Nickname (Optional):frost
RP Example (Add Dialogue): you will not hold me back from my goals for this land is all ours imperials like you are scum we deserve the freedom to worship who we want with reason
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i grew up in winterhold when i was young the days dragged on as if i was trapped in the webs of a frostbite spider gah could you imagine that my mother would put me to arbituary tasks such as getting fire wood and hunting i enjoyed hunting dearly one day i wondered into a group of trolls ripping into a cow as one looked up from his meal he i broke a twig and was spotted i ran the trolls covered in blood bellowing with bloody teeth it was horrible the stench was enough to kill i had used all my arrows felling a boar and a couple of bucks i was already tired and too put it planly i stumbled and fell for a moment then in through the trees i saw what looked like a fort of somesort i was too disoriented too see what it actually wasi got up quickly and ran up hill towards the fort biggest mistake i ever made i hadnt seen frostbite spiders before here it was horrible i fainted. yes yes i fainted wanna laugh about it? i lay there for what must of been days when i came to i looked around thinking "boy im surprised i didnt get killed" resolved it mustve been an illusion. that is until i came across frozen remains if thats what you could call them and what looked like the trolls had been pushed back with tremoundous force i was lost i realised and huddled in a cave i saw u cautiously approached it and found no one hoping a grizzly didnt appear soon and i decided this was a chance to see the world i took it. i found a group of traveling khajiit merchants witch i heard were rare now adays i traveled with them for years i grew fond of one her name was crowmagnus an unusal name for a khajjit (chuckles to self) we soon seperated ways and i found my self in markath and this is where the story ends that how i got here. FUS DO RAH
Dude he is going to deny it again, use capitalization.
Role-Play Exp.:I've participated in 2 roleplay threads (one big, one stopped) and I have applied for 1 other RP server but was denied. And sometimes I find myself in survival servers roleplaying by myself.
Why Us: Because I feel like I would make a great addition to your community while still having fun myself.
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots, about the entire day time in my timezone.
IC
Name:Schvenvenstein Bard-blood
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance: White clothes, black 'n' gold vest, light black 'n' black pants
Fears:Necromancers
Personality:Party animal, bard-like
Occupation:Adventuring, taverns, woodcutting
Skills:Speech, one-handed, light armor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He walked into the tavern in black clothes, as black as the night. My mother walked up to him and striked up a conversation with him.
Mother: So what are you doing around these parts?
Necromancer: Oh just traveling Morrowind.
Mother: That is a quite long distance from here. How do you plan on getting there?
Necromancer: Boats and horses.
Mother: Do you need any money to afford that?
Necromancer: Not after I kill you.
Mother: What do you---
She is stabbed in the chest, not that I care, and not that I'll ever care. But what I do care about is fleeing Chorrol. As quick as I can I run from the necromancer, from Chorrol, from Cyrodiil.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):As a child I was attacked by a necromancer. He was killing everybody in Chorrol, so I fled Cyrodiil at the age of 10 and came to Skyrim. I am still frightened by necromancers, so I go into the caverns and fight my fears.
I have a collection of necromancer robes, and a collection of pissed pants used to get those robes. Every month I sell some off except one, the one from the necromancer that wanted me dead at age 10. When I wear it I feel powerful, like I could kill a dragon with it.
One day I say a dragon, a mighty magnificent beast. A guard killed it, so I went over and found so much gold in it's body. I was rich. I started to go to every tavern in sight, get drunk, and then go dwell in some dungeons. This has become regular for me.
Once I went into some ancient Nordic ruins. There were a few Draugr in there, no problem. But then something caught my eye, some dwemer scrap metal. I looked around and wondered, "Is this an ancient Nordic crypt, or a Dwemer ruin?" So I investigated and found an amazing sight, a dead Dwarf. I took his body and put it in a bag, I brought it over to Markarth, the land of Dwemer, and sold it for a high price, 10,000 septims. I got drunk off of that money! And was it great!
Role-Play Exp.:I've participated in 2 roleplay threads (one big, one stopped) and I have applied for 1 other RP server but was denied. And sometimes I find myself in survival servers roleplaying by myself.
Why Us: Because I feel like I would make a great addition to your community while still having fun myself.
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots, about the entire day time in my timezone.
IC
Name:Schvenvenstein Bard-blood
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance: White clothes, black 'n' gold vest, light black 'n' black pants
Fears:Necromancers
Personality:Party animal, bard-like
Occupation:Adventuring, taverns, woodcutting
Skills:Speech, one-handed, light armor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He walked into the tavern in black clothes, as black as the night. My mother walked up to him and striked up a conversation with him.
Mother: So what are you doing around these parts?
Necromancer: Oh just traveling Morrowind.
Mother: That is a quite long distance from here. How do you plan on getting there?
Necromancer: Boats and horses.
Mother: Do you need any money to afford that?
Necromancer: Not after I kill you.
Mother: What do you---
She is stabbed in the chest, not that I care, and not that I'll ever care. But what I do care about is fleeing Chorrol. As quick as I can I run from the necromancer, from Chorrol, from Cyrodiil.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):As a child I was attacked by a necromancer. He was killing everybody in Chorrol, so I fled Cyrodiil at the age of 10 and came to Skyrim. I am still frightened by necromancers, so I go into the caverns and fight my fears.
I have a collection of necromancer robes, and a collection of pissed pants used to get those robes. Every month I sell some off except one, the one from the necromancer that wanted me dead at age 10. When I wear it I feel powerful, like I could kill a dragon with it.
One day I say a dragon, a mighty magnificent beast. A guard killed it, so I went over and found so much gold in it's body. I was rich. I started to go to every tavern in sight, get drunk, and then go dwell in some dungeons. This has become regular for me.
Once I went into some ancient Nordic ruins. There were a few Draugr in there, no problem. But then something caught my eye, some dwemer scrap metal. I looked around and wondered, "Is this an ancient Nordic crypt, or a Dwemer ruin?" So I investigated and found an amazing sight, a dead Dwarf. I took his body and put it in a bag, I brought it over to Markarth, the land of Dwemer, and sold it for a high price, 10,000 septims. I got drunk off of that money! And was it great!
Install Risugami's Mob spawner API then put zombie spawners everywhere so that it will spawn so many zombies that it will not want to spawn anything else in those chunks in fear of lag.
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Schvenvenstein Bard-blood isn't an Imperial name, why did I get accepted? By the way don't kick me out just asking.
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Wannabemods are kinda epic like that :3
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This is going to get denied since the Daedra are nonplayable and you have no capitalization.
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I my friend, AGREE.
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Until the owner can get into touch with their host.
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If you plan on getting on the server, you have to use it in chat too.
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I meant in a correct way, see http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/resource/592/1/
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Dude he is going to deny it again, use capitalization.
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You should repost.
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Same here.
IGN: MinecraftUndead
But I assure you that this great staff will get us in soon and that this happens to every good member of this amazing server :biggrin.gif:
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OOC
IGN:MinecraftUndead
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:I've participated in 2 roleplay threads (one big, one stopped) and I have applied for 1 other RP server but was denied. And sometimes I find myself in survival servers roleplaying by myself.
Why Us: Because I feel like I would make a great addition to your community while still having fun myself.
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots, about the entire day time in my timezone.
IC
Name:Schvenvenstein Bard-blood
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance: White clothes, black 'n' gold vest, light black 'n' black pants
Fears:Necromancers
Personality:Party animal, bard-like
Occupation:Adventuring, taverns, woodcutting
Skills:Speech, one-handed, light armor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He walked into the tavern in black clothes, as black as the night. My mother walked up to him and striked up a conversation with him.
Mother: So what are you doing around these parts?
Necromancer: Oh just traveling Morrowind.
Mother: That is a quite long distance from here. How do you plan on getting there?
Necromancer: Boats and horses.
Mother: Do you need any money to afford that?
Necromancer: Not after I kill you.
Mother: What do you---
She is stabbed in the chest, not that I care, and not that I'll ever care. But what I do care about is fleeing Chorrol. As quick as I can I run from the necromancer, from Chorrol, from Cyrodiil.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):As a child I was attacked by a necromancer. He was killing everybody in Chorrol, so I fled Cyrodiil at the age of 10 and came to Skyrim. I am still frightened by necromancers, so I go into the caverns and fight my fears.
I have a collection of necromancer robes, and a collection of pissed pants used to get those robes. Every month I sell some off except one, the one from the necromancer that wanted me dead at age 10. When I wear it I feel powerful, like I could kill a dragon with it.
One day I say a dragon, a mighty magnificent beast. A guard killed it, so I went over and found so much gold in it's body. I was rich. I started to go to every tavern in sight, get drunk, and then go dwell in some dungeons. This has become regular for me.
Once I went into some ancient Nordic ruins. There were a few Draugr in there, no problem. But then something caught my eye, some dwemer scrap metal. I looked around and wondered, "Is this an ancient Nordic crypt, or a Dwemer ruin?" So I investigated and found an amazing sight, a dead Dwarf. I took his body and put it in a bag, I brought it over to Markarth, the land of Dwemer, and sold it for a high price, 10,000 septims. I got drunk off of that money! And was it great!
FUS RO DAH
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IGN:MinecraftUndead
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:I've participated in 2 roleplay threads (one big, one stopped) and I have applied for 1 other RP server but was denied. And sometimes I find myself in survival servers roleplaying by myself.
Why Us: Because I feel like I would make a great addition to your community while still having fun myself.
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots, about the entire day time in my timezone.
IC
Name:Schvenvenstein Bard-blood
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance: White clothes, black 'n' gold vest, light black 'n' black pants
Fears:Necromancers
Personality:Party animal, bard-like
Occupation:Adventuring, taverns, woodcutting
Skills:Speech, one-handed, light armor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He walked into the tavern in black clothes, as black as the night. My mother walked up to him and striked up a conversation with him.
Mother: So what are you doing around these parts?
Necromancer: Oh just traveling Morrowind.
Mother: That is a quite long distance from here. How do you plan on getting there?
Necromancer: Boats and horses.
Mother: Do you need any money to afford that?
Necromancer: Not after I kill you.
Mother: What do you---
She is stabbed in the chest, not that I care, and not that I'll ever care. But what I do care about is fleeing Chorrol. As quick as I can I run from the necromancer, from Chorrol, from Cyrodiil.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):As a child I was attacked by a necromancer. He was killing everybody in Chorrol, so I fled Cyrodiil at the age of 10 and came to Skyrim. I am still frightened by necromancers, so I go into the caverns and fight my fears.
I have a collection of necromancer robes, and a collection of pissed pants used to get those robes. Every month I sell some off except one, the one from the necromancer that wanted me dead at age 10. When I wear it I feel powerful, like I could kill a dragon with it.
One day I say a dragon, a mighty magnificent beast. A guard killed it, so I went over and found so much gold in it's body. I was rich. I started to go to every tavern in sight, get drunk, and then go dwell in some dungeons. This has become regular for me.
Once I went into some ancient Nordic ruins. There were a few Draugr in there, no problem. But then something caught my eye, some dwemer scrap metal. I looked around and wondered, "Is this an ancient Nordic crypt, or a Dwemer ruin?" So I investigated and found an amazing sight, a dead Dwarf. I took his body and put it in a bag, I brought it over to Markarth, the land of Dwemer, and sold it for a high price, 10,000 septims. I got drunk off of that money! And was it great!
FUS RO DAH
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