Back story of Character: Dalin grew up in a farming village within Aflex. His father and six siblings worked the fields of their small farm lived a peaceful life. Dalin's father was head of their villages milita and taught his sons to use the plow as well as whatever else was on hand but mostly the blades they had passed down through their family for generations. Dalin was the youngest of his family, living in the shadow of his father and his four brothers, so one day Dalin gathered his meager belongings together and left. Dalin joined with a group of migrant farmers and began traveling the country. Dalin left his home at sixteen and has not looked back since.
Over the next ten years Dalin traveled, he saw the deserts, plains, mountains and valleys. He worked to hone his knowledge of farming and was forced to expand upon his knowledge of fighting. Bandits hunting for profit prey on the weak and every traveler knows to keep their skills honed. Dalin has started to grow out of the constant danger and show work. In the past year he has determined to start a new life to settle down or take a new turn. And that is where Dalin's story, truely begins.
*Experience of Role playing: Few RP servers here and there. I am experianced and want to find a good community to spend my time on.
RP Example (Feels wrong without one):
*Its a slow easy morning, the sun lazily has moved up to midday, a cool breeze blows from the north and a team of migrant farmers are toiling in the fields.*
Farmer: Hey Dalin, what do you think of these carrots? Look good right?
Dalin: *looks over* They look fine, a bit more watering and they might actually be ready to pick tomorrow morning.
Farmer: Hmm... I don’t see it but I will make sure to ask the man in the farmhouse to give me some extra water for it *Motions to the bighouse and chuckles* So... what do you think of this day?
Dalin: ehhh its good I guess. *focused on his work but clearly troubled*
Farmer: Whats up man? You thinking about leaving again?
Dalin: hmm... Its just wearing on me. I just want... something new. *sighs* Lets just finish this up, daylight is wasting and we need to get this done before nightfall. *they return to work*
*Skype Username: I prefer not to give it out but I will add MeganHEARTZ5 as soon as I post this.
Thank you so much and I hope I am accepted. If not... I suppose I will try try again
Certificate of Citizenship (Whitelist Application):
OOC:
'Half-Plate'
IGN:wilsonschutter
RP Experience:I have around 5 years of experience in role-playing now; I’ve found my way around multiple Minecraft role-playing servers and communities, and have enjoyed the majority of them. Some may know me as Kenyan_Kid, but that account was lost long ago and I am now wilsonschutter.
You might know from servers such as:
Ragnarok Chapter 5: Songs of Discord: Jean Valjean
Fallout: Wild Wasteland: Gary Bousey, Richard Steele, Mister Bliss, and Inquisitor Greaves
Shadows&Daggers: Thin Shawn
Realm of Gwomath: Timas Brauss, Dervish Brauss, Jean Valjean, Edgar Carrington, Scath
Previous Bans:I've had Minecraft since Beta 1.3, I undoubtedly have bans somewhere, but the most recent one is so long ago that I fail to remember it. Try MCBans? (You might also want to note that this is not my original account and has had previous owners, as my first account was hacked.)
IC:
3 Skills:
Diverse Artistic Talent -Morgothal has lived a long life, a very long life. Over this time he has become both interested and dis-interested in several things; but one thing that truly caught his eye was Culture and Art. And thus, over his 200 years, he has learnt how to play several instruments, he has learnt how to dance and sing, and he has learnt how to paint.
A Head for Science -Another thing that caught Morgothal's eye was Science. Natural philosophy, the biology of living things, and chemistry are all things he is now well practised in. Can he heal? He has never tried it, and most likely never will, but he knows how to.
Skills in Stealth and Crime -Morgothal has had to survive since escaping the prison that was once his home, and in doing so he has learnt how to stay quiet and stick to the shadows, along with combat skills in daggers, along with becoming adept at climbing with his Arachnid legs.
Name:Morgothal Shudder
Age:200
Appearance (we would like a picture of your skin):Morgothal is a very tall... creature. He stands at around 6'7, with a large spider abdomen and long torso. His eyes are a deep red, they seemingly glow in the dark, and they appear to see all before them with their piercing angry glare. Despite their eerie anger, the eyes have a haunted, hounded, look to them. These eyes are seen by none, however, as they are covered by metal goggles with strong, yet thin, black glass lenses. These goggles further add to Morgothal's aura of ambiguity. The metal of the goggles is fine stainless steel, with small intricate carvings running along the length of the metal. The carvings are chased in gold and swirl in their patterns, and to people of higher intellect, they may resemble the runes of an elegant Ancient language. Morgothal's skin is pale and greasy, with an unhealthy sheen to it. His small brown beard is neatly trimmed, combed and washed. Apart from the beard, Morgothal has no hair to speak of, and is completely bald - his head, too, having a sickly shine to it. He is strong and lithe, his strength not being shown in muscles. Even without his long and elegant Arachnid legs, Morgothal would be agile, and he is /very/ agile - easily getting around and climbing walls. Due to his Elven blood, Morgothal has the usual long and graceful Elven ears – pointed at the end; but where he once had beautiful and elegant Elven ears, only one remains whole. The other has had the extra length chopped off, leaving a jagged scar covered in dried blood. While this does not affect his hearing very much, it gives him a savaged and angry look, further enhanced by the dried blood that he never bothered to wash from his face. His Arachnid abdomen is large and hairy, its hue being a very deep and pure black. It is not soft; on the contrary it is actually quite hard and protected, as it is covered by dull black carapaces that are hard to penetrate. The eight Arachnid legs that extend from his abdomen are long, thick, hairy, and plated with lighter carapaces; at the end of each of the legs are two pairs of serrated talons. Around Morgothal’s midsection, where his Elven torso meets his Arachnar abdomen, is twisted grotesquely – looking like a painful train-wreck that is covered in lacerations and boils.
Character Race:A hybrid between an Elf and an Arachnar.
Desire/Goal in life:To rule in a position of power, and be above the judgement of others. But most of all, he wishes to understand himself and his nature.
Background (Two to three GOOD paragraphs):(I kept this a bit shorter than usual too, mainly due to my laziness.) Morgothal had a tortured and ruinous childhood, one that lasted 20 years. You see, Morgothal Shudder does not have biological parents. He does not have a family, he does not have friends, and he does not have colleagues. He was born alone, lived alone, and has stayed alone. The reason that Morgothal exists, is because a group of Korvinian scientist gathered together and formed a shadow group of sorts. They worked for the King, making potions and special weaponry in return for test subjects. Two of the later subjects, who I suppose could be called Morgothal's 'parents', were a female Arachnar and a male Elf. They were put through a painful, and purposefully prolonged, experiment to breed them together to create a hybrid. The details of this gruesome sin shall not be divulged, but it ended in the death of the female, and castration of the male. The female had her abdomen cracked open to remove the eggs, and she died from pain, shock, and loss of blood. The male survived, but was executed so he would never speak of it. The execution wasn't necessary anyway; the Elf had been driven insane by the pain and horror of the experiment.
The result of this experiment was the birth of Morgothal. The scientists were both astounded and disgusted by what they had made, for at birth Morgothal was a twisted and spindly creature, unable to see or move without help. A large row broke out between the Scientists, each arguing for a different thing. Some were for the execution and cremation of Morgothal, others for putting him out in the wild, and only one wanted to keep him alive - albeit for experimentation. In the end, the scientist for keeping him stormed out in a rage from the conference that was going on, and three different groups of scientists were left to argue. They argued for hours upon hours as Morgothal crawled slowly around on the table, still covered in the slime and shattered fragments of his egg. Eventually he was put in a small cage while they came to their decision. But, fortunately for Morgothal, the scientist that wanted him to live returned. And with him came his household guard. So, after the others had been slaughtered by his guards, the scientist came to the cage and picked it up – taking it out of the facility and back to his estate.
It turned out that the scientist was the wealthiest of the group, and had funded the majority of the project. Morgothal was kept at his estate, and suffered through multiple tests. Though he was assured that they did whatever they could to make sure he was not in pain, Morgothal had many doubts. After the initial test, Morgothal was allowed to grow, feed, and be educated. The scientist that had saved him played at being his father; he taught him to read and write, how to paint, to protect himself, and how to hunt. For a while Morgothal was under the impression that the scientist was his father, even though he did not know his name. In the end, the scientist betrayed Morgothal’s trust. He led him into a chamber and left, saying he would be back in a few moments. After he left the chamber door slammed shut, and Morgothal was subjected to years longer of painful tests.
The reason that Morgothal is out today is that, on his 50th birthday, he broke free of his prison. When a scientist opened his cell, he discovered that there was nothing there. What he didn’t notice, was that Morgothal was on the ceiling, and crawled out of the large door the moment it opened. He crawled throughout the cell block, looking for the way out before the area was put on lockdown. The alarm was raised quickly, and his chances of escaped were almost crushed. But, fortunately for him, the windows were open and raised high up on the ceiling. The cell block was designed to hold Humans, Elves, Draconics, and all the other more humanoid races. For all their intellect, the scientists never even thought about Morgothal climbing away. And so, he crawled out of the window and away from the facility that was once his prison and home. For once, he was free.
Example of Daily Interactions: (Just as a note, I absolutely hate doing these and rarely know what I should do. Thus, I kept it short.)
Guard: “Oi, freak. Move along from here, we don’t much like loiterers, especially Arachnids.” Morgothal: *He tilts his head to one side, and observes the armoured man.* “Do I not have a right to be here?” Guard: *Shifts his feet, uneasy under the cold gaze.* “Nay, ye’ don’t. Now git!” *He steps forward, and pokes his spear butt at Morgothal.* Morgothal: *Screeches angrily as he is pushed away, and scuttles up a nearby building to get away from the man.*
Ken I have to say that was such a horribly disgusting Interaction. If I did not know you could rp I would wallop you right now. However everything else top notch so I will smug it a bit. Welcome back Ken! (Accepted if you did not realize it)
Skills (3 maximum): Politics, organization and limited alchemy
Age: 24
Appearance (we would like a picture of your skin as well as description): 6'10 with pale skin and ice colored eyes with blondish-white hair.
Character Race: Glacian
Desire/Goal in life: Power, Glory, and Bringing glory to Glacia as well.
Background (Two to three GOOD paragraphs minimum):
As an 8 year old child in Glacia, Thomas was mortified when the Empire, under orders of the soon to be dead king, invaded and occupied Glacia to the north of Kaeiyr. Thomas watched his father die for Glacia's independence, a sacrifice that would be in vain. Thomas swore to kill every last Imperial soldier in the world, but his mother talked him out of it. Thus Thomas began to grow up with a new plan. He would not suicidally charge into Kaeiyr and start swinging swords, but rather rise to power from within and have the whole of the Empire under his mercy. Then, he would have his revenge.
It was after he graduated from school that he made the move to Kaeiyr, where he started to get himself established so that he could begin the long process of exacting his revenge. He set his long term goals - first, rise into power himself as legally and trouble free as possible. Second, see that the emperor dies at his mercy. Third, declare Glacia's independence and arm it with enough weapons from the Empire that Glacia will rise to superpower status, thus ensuring it's independence.
Ambitious? Yes. But possible? That remains to be seen.
Example of Daily Interactions:
Why do I want to be on the senate? Well, clearly it's to bring glory to Empire! I believe I have a perspective not many in the senate have. I am from Glacia, I have an outsider's perspective and thus can probably shed light on new solutions to problems you haven't considered. I can speak with the experience of Kaeiyr, Glacia, and every place in between. I'm traveled, I know what the people want, and I know how to make sure they're the most productive in the world. *whispers* and between you and me I know who to share a bribe with.
Random senator who Thomas is talking to : Yeah yeah, cut the nationalist what do you really want?
Thomas : For you to stop asking questions before your wife wakes up tomorrow to find you stabbed to death in your sleep by ice sickle.
Senator : Did you just threaten me?
Thomas : Well, you can search all you want for the weapon in question...
Senator : Hm... I see. Well I suppose I might vote for you...
Thomas : And I suppose I could to give you a three week paid leave as well.
Senator : Deal. Shake on it?
Thomas : We all know shaking on it won't make a bloody difference.
Accepted. Just need to PM a picture of your skin and we are golden. Welcome back Bean.
Also server has officially opened. I am glad to see all new and returning players to yet another revival of Gwomath!
We are now entering Pre-Release. We will be accepting applications and allowing people to enter the server to inspect the map and settling in before the actual release occurs this Monday. We are excited to get this server up and running once again and we hope you will join us in this exciting new start. More information will be added later to this site later so make sure to keep checking in. Also check out our website for additional information.
-BladeStorm95
Certificate of Citizenship (Example Whitelist Application):
OOC:
IGN: BladeStorm95
RP Experience: Gwomath’s first server, D&D, and a number of other RP servers
Age: 19
Location: US
Previous Bans: none
IRP:
Name: Tanek
Skills (3 maximum): Tracking, commanding soldiers, and tactics
Age: Looks 27 is far older
Appearance (we would like a picture of your skin as well as description): Is 6’7 with black hair, has blue eyes, wears a brown cloak over black half plate. Keeps a six foot black steel great sword over his shoulder.
Character Race: Human
Desire/Goal in life: To serve his original purpose no matter what other people think of him
Background (Two to three GOOD paragraphs minimum):
Tanek is a warrior born in another time. He lived as a warrior in the Angels of Redemption until the untimely death of their leader High Vanguard Kaladin. He created his own branch of the Angels called the Angels of Vengeance.
Tanek has lead Vengeance for a long time and it has taken its toil upon him mentally. To many he appears sane but within his mind he is tormented by constant screams of those he has seen die. Tanek however tries to maintain a friendly helpful personality but under strained situations he tends to show his anxiety.
Not much is know about his life before the Angels but he refers to his family rarely. Most people are kept at arm’s length and he does not have many close friends outside of his battle brothers.
Example of Daily Interactions:
*Its a slow morning as the sun rises over the hills near Kaeiyr. Tanek looks out over the plains when one of his warriors Krev walks over to him*
Krev: Tanek? You okay. You have been looking out over the plains all night.
*Tanek rubs his forehead*
Tanek: I am fine just a little headache
Krev: *raises an eyebrow* Its the screaming again isen’t it
Tanek: It is. Look I will be done in a minute, can you make sure everybody is prepared. We have a job to head out to.
Krev: *sighs* You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I will tell them to get ready but you’re going to get some rest.
Tanek: *gruffly* I am fine just tell the men to get ready
Krev: Tanek look you are exhasted. You can sit out one or two jobs, the empire does not pay us enough to lose you.
*Tanek growls in anger and hits a tree next to him. The tree makes a loud crack as his fist causes a huge dent in the wood*
Tanek: I said... I am fine. Now get moving
*Krev looks at him under his red hood. After a few seconds he bows and goes back to the camp. As he leaves Tanek rubs his forehead again*
Tanek: Damn nosy captains. *grunts in pain* Stop screaming already, I have work to do.
*Tanek looks out one last time before with a huff he walks back to the camp after belting his sword to his back.*
Why you?: I am a decent builder who has flashes of inspiration that I implement into my builds. I also am a good support builder and I have an eye for symmetry and design. If I get accepted wonderful, if not I suppose I will just wait until the server opens.
Timezone: Pacific
How much time can you dedicate?: This is an iffy time for me right now because I am in a very busy time but I will try to build when I have free time.
Previous Pictures of builds: I am afraid I am kinda technologically challenged and have no idea how to send images via this thread. However I can send my images over Skype. So... simply add me on skype and I can show you what I can do.
Skype: I prefer not to put my skype over the web. I am in the WW chat and my name is the only one with C!*#$(& (Blade) in it.
Sorry if I am being difficult. I hope you will look into my work and I hope I have the pleasure of working on rebuilding this map with you all.
Character Race(Explain in Full detail): The Race is a Moonwalker-Magkin. My main race being a Moonwalker while the sub-race is Magkin.
Appearance: Tan bulky man. 6 feet tall. Ice Claws, aslong as his hair (( including facial hair and body hair )) looks to have like a sheet of small ice over it, very faint blue. Hair on the back of his hands, aswell as a little chest hair and back hair.
RP Character Desire: Dontae Oigher is a bit lost to what he exactly wants. He hopes the Moon will guide him to his destiny.
Previous Role-play experience(optional):
Example of Role-play of Character:
Backstory(Should be at least two GOOD paragraphs): Dontae Oighear is quite the unique person. As a young boy he was even unique some called him strange. His father a Moonwalker named Led. His mother being a Magkin named Gheata. Due to this he was a hybrid breed, not very normal between a Moonwalker and Magkin. He had a faint blue covering his hair as his came out, like a sheet of ice. Aswell instead of regular claws, his claws were ice sickles. Ice sickles hard as a piece of stone though.. very sharp. The other kids in the village which he had lived in with his parents had always left him out, calling him names like weirdo, ugly-blue-stinky-face, and many immature things. Dontae found a way to not care. He would always play with the very little magic he could do, he had a affinity for the arts of Ice magic. He could turn a small amount of water into ice. Hurl it a little fast. That's about it but he had fun. He began to love magic and who he was. Then he began hearing stories how his fathers people, and half of his could turn into wolfs for a very short time! Dontae wanted to be like them aswell, and be a wolf for a mere minute in this world, something he could say he had done! Led had told Dontae that he would have to be one with the moon, and become strong. Dontae being a determined young boy, did exactly that. Trained all day for hours, and at night sat and spoke with the moon. He began to feel the moon was actually his savior, why he was, why we are all here. He then felt he was strong enough. One night after he was done practicing he went to his normal spot and sat down, and spoke with the moon. Out of nowhere, he felt a deep somewhat pinch or tickle in his heart.. a pelt began to pop out his skin, legs shaped to hind, his nose shot out, somewhat canine, and then was on all fours. He would let out a uncontrollable "AWOOOOO" howl towards the moon, before he would uncontrollably transform back, passing out.
After that night, Dontae changed forever. He grew very quick, also his mind matured. As he grew he did more and more, becoming stronger and stronger. All mentally, physically, and magically. After many years of staying at home, Dontae has now decided he wishes to leave home, and go out into this world, to make a name for himself. He does not know what he shall do, or what he shall be. He only hopes the Moon shall lead him into the right direction. Aswell as the ice that is in this world. Dontae's journey begins here.
Starter items (Items that relate to your character): Well a T1 Ice Scroll. Also a leather feet. (( Shoes. ))
PL distribution (You get 1000 PL to put into sections of your choice, Sections are herbalism, excavation, mining, woodcutting, swords, unarmed, repair, acrobatics, fishing and taming) Unarmed: 250 Swords: 300 Acrobatics: 100 Taming: 50 Mining: 100 Woodcutting: 50 Herbalism: 50 Fishing: 100
Previous Bans and Reason: Nope.
I swear to act mature while playing on this server and to follow its rules.
You can't have instant transformation ability. Its something that takes a very long time to achieve. Also I can't give you a "ice scroll" but you can get the T1 power of frostwalk for your spell. Besides that this character app is okay.
OOC,
In Game Name: blocboy3000
Location: USA
Age (optional):
Factions you may be interested in joining: IM ALL ALONE. THERE'S NO ONE HERE BESIDE ME…
IRP,
RP Name: Wilshire Helmsmith
Character Race(Explain in Full detail): Human
RP Character Desire: To invent and tinker with technology, and journey out to the edges of the earth and discover a lost dwarven city
Previous Role-play experience(optional): Dungeons and Dragons
Example of Role-play of Character:
*Wilshire wakes to the sound of the ground shuddering beneath his feet. As he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, he sees the sun shining in the roof of his house through several smoldering holes.*
Wilshire: "What… what's going on?" *He's still half-asleep*
*suddenly the sky goes dark with a hand of some massive beast!*
Wilshire(now fully awake): WHAT THE…
*the roof flies off the house, revealing an eye the size of a man imbedded in the face of a demon!*
Wilshire: Oh boy, not this again.
*Wilshire presses a bronze gear to his chest, and a marvelous suit of clockwork armor instantly expands out to cover his body.*
Wilshire: Just another day in paradise…
*gets eaten because he wasted too much time putting his armor on*
*suddenly the demon stops. He looks down at his stomach, which is beginning to bubble and convulse inside him. The belly of the beast is blown open in a massive fireball. As the giant crashes to earth, Wilshire wriggles free of the burning demon intestines.*
Wilshire: …that…was gross. *wipes black slime from his face*
*a knife falls from a passerby's pocket and stabs him in the shin*
Wilshire: MOTHER OF GOD!
*Falls down and is left for dead…. The end.*
Previous Bans and Reason: None. Was once temp-banned BC the owner didn't like what i built…
I swear to act mature while playing on this server and to follow its rules.
The person who read and accepted the app can't post it. So I will post this until he can. Accepted
OOC,
In Game Name: blocboy3000
Location: USA
Age (optional):
Factions you may be interested in joining: IM ALL ALONE. THERE'S NO ONE HERE BESIDE ME…
IRP,
RP Name: Wilshire Helmsmith
Character Race(Explain in Full detail): Human
RP Character Desire: To invent and tinker with technology, and journey out to the edges of the earth and discover a lost dwarven city
Previous Role-play experience(optional): Dungeons and Dragons
Example of Role-play of Character:
*Wilshire wakes to the sound of the ground shuddering beneath his feet. As he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, he sees the sun shining in the roof of his house through several smoldering holes.*
Wilshire: "What… what's going on?" *He's still half-asleep*
*suddenly the sky goes dark with a hand of some massive beast!*
Wilshire(now fully awake): WHAT THE…
*the roof flies off the house, revealing an eye the size of a man imbedded in the face of a demon!*
Wilshire: Oh boy, not this again.
*Wilshire presses a bronze gear to his chest, and a marvelous suit of clockwork armor instantly expands out to cover his body.*
Wilshire: Just another day in paradise…
*gets eaten because he wasted too much time putting his armor on*
*suddenly the demon stops. He looks down at his stomach, which is beginning to bubble and convulse inside him. The belly of the beast is blown open in a massive fireball. As the giant crashes to earth, Wilshire wriggles free of the burning demon intestines.*
Wilshire: …that…was gross. *wipes black slime from his face*
*a knife falls from a passerby's pocket and stabs him in the shin*
Wilshire: MOTHER OF GOD!
*Falls down and is left for dead…. The end.*
Previous Bans and Reason: None. Was once temp-banned BC the owner didn't like what i built…
I swear to act mature while playing on this server and to follow its rules.
IGN (In Game Name): BladeStorm95
Age: 18
Country of Origin: USA
Have you read the rules, do you agree with the rules? (Please put any problems/objections in the Other Information section): I do agree with the rules however I do have a question if somebody is dropped by minecraft for some reason will that still count or not. Normally it would not be a problem but since the new update I have been randomly dropped after ghast fireballs, firecharges and other occurrences
Have you Roleplayed before? If so what? (DnD, other RP servers, forums, etc): DnD, Gwomath, Neverwind, and many more
Why do you want to join this server? (Please make it at least a short paragraph long, no one lines answers) I wish to join this server to attempt to expand my rping communities. I also am joining because a few of my friends are coming here and I hate to see them leave. Lastly I simply want to have another server in case my other servers are empty or not fun.
A screenshot of the skin you will be using on the server: (The skins face must be shown and fit the server’s theme. If you have a skin with the hood covering the face, please post a screenshot with, and then without, the hood) I mean you have seen my skin and I can’t work technology for . I intend on using Phelan’s skin but I always have problems posting skins online.
In your own words describe what you think Meta and Powergaming are (Use your own words, do not copy and paste):
Other information: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge within a rp situation. Such as suddenly ducking when you know somebody is looking at you from atop a wall or running away from something that is about to explode without knowing its there. Power-gaming is basically forcing other characters into situations beyond their control, for example rams knife through random player’s chest because he is an expert at fighting who is lightning fast
IC (In-Character):
Name: Ziheart
Age: 38
Apparent Age: 17
Nation: None but possible leaning towards Eastern Trade Company
Race: Silrila or in common “Snow Wraiths” (Look human but they have pale skin, generally very bright hair colors such as red, orange or blond. They are smaller then most humans and the tallest come to around 5’4. They tend to live twice the age of humans but their physical structure does not advance until almost twice the years a human does {For example a Silrila’s teenage years is between 26-38 while looking the age of a human child half their age}. Lastly the Silrila rarely leave their icy tundra unless they are banished for committing crimes or escape blood feuds.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5’3 with striking red hair, one golden eye and one icy blue eye wearing a white cloak to blend in with snow and black garments under the cloak to blend in with the night. He also wears a scarf to cover his throat where he has scars from where he was almost hung by slavers.
Alignment: Neutral
Likes: Snow, darkness, cold steel, ice cream, ice, and a loaf of bread
Dislikes: Deserts, direct sunlight on a not overcast day, fools and lynching.
Strength: Is relatively small and agile and is difficult to spot from a distance, with his hood raised he is a ghost among snowy conditions. He also is skilled with the kukri; which is a common weapon for his people or, smaller blades.
Weaknesses: Heat tends to slow him down because he will try to rough through it without removing his cloak. He also does not hang boat travel well and will choice a land route over sea routes. Lastly he almost always will refuse to kill women unless they have done something that he has seen justify it
Fears: Spiders (Most spiders in the northern wastes kill with a single bite), polar bears, and small caves.
Worst Fear: Being trapped or encaged
Personal Desires: Make a living for himself as a mercenary and try to find a place for himself. He also is trying to seek a way to return to his clans and repent for the crime he committed there.
Personality: Tends to do his best to help people while trying to remain somewhat aloof (And falling most of the time). Is very respectful and courteous however will not tolerate fools or people who threat him. He also shows remarkable respect for women who are equals among the clans and will help anyone he sees as a damsel in distress.
Biography/Background (Please make it detailed, include how your character got the skills he has, and what affected him during the time up to now to make him who he is, things like that): He grew up in the northern clans which are very strict in their laws and traditions. He trained there to be a scout; which is a common practice for the Silrila who tend to watch any lost travelers who wander into their frozen homeland. Ziheart learned the trade quickly and began taking assignment with his partner a girl named Zoe. One day they discovered another clan was attempting to enter their clan’s meager forest for much needed firewood. Zoe was rash for a member of the Silrila and talked Ziheart into attacking the few men they sent out to harvest the wood. Ziheart and Zoe were quickly overpowered and forced to flee back to their main camp when they discovered that the other clan had received permission to harvest there that very day. One of the loggers was dead, stabbed by Zoe’s Kukri and Ziheart took the fall for her. He was banished from the wastes and was forced to make a living among the southerners. After only a month of traveling Slavers captured him just outside the northern wastes. He attempted to escape many times and the slavers decided it was better to hang him because he was not worth the effort or the time to gain muscle, or obedience. He was just about to be hanged when an arrow sliced the rope around his neck and skilled the three slavers who captured him. Ziheart looked to see who saved him and only saw the telltale signs of the white cloak over the melted snow.
Weapons used: Kukri
Do you swear to act as a mature individual and play respectfully? I do
Do you swear to obey anything said by staff? I do intend to head the staff and obey orders when told to stop doing something. I however will not blindly obey a staff member for any reason and will ask questions when the time is proper and according.
Minecraft IGN: BladeStorm95
Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: Multiple Rping games as well as a few minecraft servers mostly The Realm of Gwomath
Character Application:
Name: Ezra
Age: 29
Race: Val’Naar
Strengths: Ezra travels as a sell sword and is talented with the blade. He also has a basic knowledge of herbs as he uses them to create pigments and dyes in an attempt to cover up his bodies change due to the Neverwind. His last strength is his intelligence; he is bright and insightful but never can really put his knowledge to bear because he is constantly moving around.
Weaknesses: Ezra is horrified by his changing body and does everything in his power to hide it. If he is discovered he will immediately flee with whatever possessions he contains. Ezra is also not very trust worthy, he always keeps a close eye on people in case they discover his secret. Lastly Ezra tries to keep his slowly deadening emotions in but he has almost completely lost his sense of compassion and love.
I'm posting this application for my cousin, he doesn't have a minecraft forum account.
In Game Name: Brutalcrafter
Location: UK
Faction:Non to start with
RP Name:Ballista
Character Race:Human
RP character's Desire: Initally survival and maybe find the elusive Lynx.
Previous Role-play experience(optional): Casual RPGs since I was a kid. No minecraft RPing
but I understand the need to follow the server rules.
Example of Role-play of Character:
Ballista is sat by a camp fire in a small clearing when he hears his friend Darius return
from collecting more wood for the fire.
Darius: Don't get up I'm fine, it's not like all this wood isn't heavy.*Drops the wood and
rubs his back*
Ballista: You know I twisted my ankle coming off my horse back there.
Darius: Yeh, sorry again.
Ballista: Don't worry accidents happen, although you will have to do all the heavy lifting
for a few days when we get back.
Darius: *sits by the fire with a sigh* Yeh I know.
Previous Bans and Reason:None
I swear to act mature while playing on this server and to follow its rules.
Accepted. However since I can't log into Minecraft somebody else will have to whitelist you. Sorry for the wait.
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Age: 19
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Nickname/Character: Dalin Nix
Race of Character: Human
Skill: Knight (I guess)
Age Group: 26
Back story of Character: Dalin grew up in a farming village within Aflex. His father and six siblings worked the fields of their small farm lived a peaceful life. Dalin's father was head of their villages milita and taught his sons to use the plow as well as whatever else was on hand but mostly the blades they had passed down through their family for generations. Dalin was the youngest of his family, living in the shadow of his father and his four brothers, so one day Dalin gathered his meager belongings together and left. Dalin joined with a group of migrant farmers and began traveling the country. Dalin left his home at sixteen and has not looked back since.
Over the next ten years Dalin traveled, he saw the deserts, plains, mountains and valleys. He worked to hone his knowledge of farming and was forced to expand upon his knowledge of fighting. Bandits hunting for profit prey on the weak and every traveler knows to keep their skills honed. Dalin has started to grow out of the constant danger and show work. In the past year he has determined to start a new life to settle down or take a new turn. And that is where Dalin's story, truely begins.
*Experience of Role playing: Few RP servers here and there. I am experianced and want to find a good community to spend my time on.
RP Example (Feels wrong without one):
*Its a slow easy morning, the sun lazily has moved up to midday, a cool breeze blows from the north and a team of migrant farmers are toiling in the fields.*
Farmer: Hey Dalin, what do you think of these carrots? Look good right?
Dalin: *looks over* They look fine, a bit more watering and they might actually be ready to pick tomorrow morning.
Farmer: Hmm... I don’t see it but I will make sure to ask the man in the farmhouse to give me some extra water for it *Motions to the bighouse and chuckles* So... what do you think of this day?
Dalin: ehhh its good I guess. *focused on his work but clearly troubled*
Farmer: Whats up man? You thinking about leaving again?
Dalin: hmm... Its just wearing on me. I just want... something new. *sighs* Lets just finish this up, daylight is wasting and we need to get this done before nightfall. *they return to work*
*Skype Username: I prefer not to give it out but I will add MeganHEARTZ5 as soon as I post this.
Thank you so much and I hope I am accepted. If not... I suppose I will try try again
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Ken I have to say that was such a horribly disgusting Interaction. If I did not know you could rp I would wallop you right now. However everything else top notch so I will smug it a bit. Welcome back Ken! (Accepted if you did not realize it)
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Also server has officially opened. I am glad to see all new and returning players to yet another revival of Gwomath!
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-BladeStorm95
Certificate of Citizenship (Example Whitelist Application):
OOC:
IGN: BladeStorm95
RP Experience: Gwomath’s first server, D&D, and a number of other RP servers
Age: 19
Location: US
Previous Bans: none
IRP:
Name: Tanek
Skills (3 maximum): Tracking, commanding soldiers, and tactics
Age: Looks 27 is far older
Appearance (we would like a picture of your skin as well as description): Is 6’7 with black hair, has blue eyes, wears a brown cloak over black half plate. Keeps a six foot black steel great sword over his shoulder.
Character Race: Human
Desire/Goal in life: To serve his original purpose no matter what other people think of him
Background (Two to three GOOD paragraphs minimum):
Tanek is a warrior born in another time. He lived as a warrior in the Angels of Redemption until the untimely death of their leader High Vanguard Kaladin. He created his own branch of the Angels called the Angels of Vengeance.
Tanek has lead Vengeance for a long time and it has taken its toil upon him mentally. To many he appears sane but within his mind he is tormented by constant screams of those he has seen die. Tanek however tries to maintain a friendly helpful personality but under strained situations he tends to show his anxiety.
Not much is know about his life before the Angels but he refers to his family rarely. Most people are kept at arm’s length and he does not have many close friends outside of his battle brothers.
Example of Daily Interactions:
*Its a slow morning as the sun rises over the hills near Kaeiyr. Tanek looks out over the plains when one of his warriors Krev walks over to him*
Krev: Tanek? You okay. You have been looking out over the plains all night.
*Tanek rubs his forehead*
Tanek: I am fine just a little headache
Krev: *raises an eyebrow* Its the screaming again isen’t it
Tanek: It is. Look I will be done in a minute, can you make sure everybody is prepared. We have a job to head out to.
Krev: *sighs* You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I will tell them to get ready but you’re going to get some rest.
Tanek: *gruffly* I am fine just tell the men to get ready
Krev: Tanek look you are exhasted. You can sit out one or two jobs, the empire does not pay us enough to lose you.
*Tanek growls in anger and hits a tree next to him. The tree makes a loud crack as his fist causes a huge dent in the wood*
Tanek: I said... I am fine. Now get moving
*Krev looks at him under his red hood. After a few seconds he bows and goes back to the camp. As he leaves Tanek rubs his forehead again*
Tanek: Damn nosy captains. *grunts in pain* Stop screaming already, I have work to do.
*Tanek looks out one last time before with a huff he walks back to the camp after belting his sword to his back.*
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OOC,
In Game Name: blocboy3000
Location: USA
Age (optional):
Factions you may be interested in joining: IM ALL ALONE. THERE'S NO ONE HERE BESIDE ME…
IRP,
RP Name: Wilshire Helmsmith
Character Race(Explain in Full detail): Human
RP Character Desire: To invent and tinker with technology, and journey out to the edges of the earth and discover a lost dwarven city
Previous Role-play experience(optional): Dungeons and Dragons
Example of Role-play of Character:
*Wilshire wakes to the sound of the ground shuddering beneath his feet. As he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, he sees the sun shining in the roof of his house through several smoldering holes.*
Wilshire: "What… what's going on?" *He's still half-asleep*
*suddenly the sky goes dark with a hand of some massive beast!*
Wilshire(now fully awake): WHAT THE…
*the roof flies off the house, revealing an eye the size of a man imbedded in the face of a demon!*
Wilshire: Oh boy, not this again.
*Wilshire presses a bronze gear to his chest, and a marvelous suit of clockwork armor instantly expands out to cover his body.*
Wilshire: Just another day in paradise…
*gets eaten because he wasted too much time putting his armor on*
*suddenly the demon stops. He looks down at his stomach, which is beginning to bubble and convulse inside him. The belly of the beast is blown open in a massive fireball. As the giant crashes to earth, Wilshire wriggles free of the burning demon intestines.*
Wilshire: …that…was gross. *wipes black slime from his face*
*a knife falls from a passerby's pocket and stabs him in the shin*
Wilshire: MOTHER OF GOD!
*Falls down and is left for dead…. The end.*
Previous Bans and Reason: None. Was once temp-banned BC the owner didn't like what i built…
I swear to act mature while playing on this server and to follow its rules.
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We do not have lock picks, pick pocketing and you can rp drugs but we do not have a plug-in for that.
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Age: 18
Country of Origin: USA
Have you read the rules, do you agree with the rules? (Please put any problems/objections in the Other Information section): I do agree with the rules however I do have a question if somebody is dropped by minecraft for some reason will that still count or not. Normally it would not be a problem but since the new update I have been randomly dropped after ghast fireballs, firecharges and other occurrences
Have you Roleplayed before? If so what? (DnD, other RP servers, forums, etc): DnD, Gwomath, Neverwind, and many more
Why do you want to join this server? (Please make it at least a short paragraph long, no one lines answers) I wish to join this server to attempt to expand my rping communities. I also am joining because a few of my friends are coming here and I hate to see them leave. Lastly I simply want to have another server in case my other servers are empty or not fun.
A screenshot of the skin you will be using on the server: (The skins face must be shown and fit the server’s theme. If you have a skin with the hood covering the face, please post a screenshot with, and then without, the hood) I mean you have seen my skin and I can’t work technology for . I intend on using Phelan’s skin but I always have problems posting skins online.
In your own words describe what you think Meta and Powergaming are (Use your own words, do not copy and paste):
Other information: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge within a rp situation. Such as suddenly ducking when you know somebody is looking at you from atop a wall or running away from something that is about to explode without knowing its there. Power-gaming is basically forcing other characters into situations beyond their control, for example rams knife through random player’s chest because he is an expert at fighting who is lightning fast
IC (In-Character):
Name: Ziheart
Age: 38
Apparent Age: 17
Nation: None but possible leaning towards Eastern Trade Company
Race: Silrila or in common “Snow Wraiths” (Look human but they have pale skin, generally very bright hair colors such as red, orange or blond. They are smaller then most humans and the tallest come to around 5’4. They tend to live twice the age of humans but their physical structure does not advance until almost twice the years a human does {For example a Silrila’s teenage years is between 26-38 while looking the age of a human child half their age}. Lastly the Silrila rarely leave their icy tundra unless they are banished for committing crimes or escape blood feuds.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5’3 with striking red hair, one golden eye and one icy blue eye wearing a white cloak to blend in with snow and black garments under the cloak to blend in with the night. He also wears a scarf to cover his throat where he has scars from where he was almost hung by slavers.
Alignment: Neutral
Likes: Snow, darkness, cold steel, ice cream, ice, and a loaf of bread
Dislikes: Deserts, direct sunlight on a not overcast day, fools and lynching.
Strength: Is relatively small and agile and is difficult to spot from a distance, with his hood raised he is a ghost among snowy conditions. He also is skilled with the kukri; which is a common weapon for his people or, smaller blades.
Weaknesses: Heat tends to slow him down because he will try to rough through it without removing his cloak. He also does not hang boat travel well and will choice a land route over sea routes. Lastly he almost always will refuse to kill women unless they have done something that he has seen justify it
Fears: Spiders (Most spiders in the northern wastes kill with a single bite), polar bears, and small caves.
Worst Fear: Being trapped or encaged
Personal Desires: Make a living for himself as a mercenary and try to find a place for himself. He also is trying to seek a way to return to his clans and repent for the crime he committed there.
Personality: Tends to do his best to help people while trying to remain somewhat aloof (And falling most of the time). Is very respectful and courteous however will not tolerate fools or people who threat him. He also shows remarkable respect for women who are equals among the clans and will help anyone he sees as a damsel in distress.
Biography/Background (Please make it detailed, include how your character got the skills he has, and what affected him during the time up to now to make him who he is, things like that): He grew up in the northern clans which are very strict in their laws and traditions. He trained there to be a scout; which is a common practice for the Silrila who tend to watch any lost travelers who wander into their frozen homeland. Ziheart learned the trade quickly and began taking assignment with his partner a girl named Zoe. One day they discovered another clan was attempting to enter their clan’s meager forest for much needed firewood. Zoe was rash for a member of the Silrila and talked Ziheart into attacking the few men they sent out to harvest the wood. Ziheart and Zoe were quickly overpowered and forced to flee back to their main camp when they discovered that the other clan had received permission to harvest there that very day. One of the loggers was dead, stabbed by Zoe’s Kukri and Ziheart took the fall for her. He was banished from the wastes and was forced to make a living among the southerners. After only a month of traveling Slavers captured him just outside the northern wastes. He attempted to escape many times and the slavers decided it was better to hang him because he was not worth the effort or the time to gain muscle, or obedience. He was just about to be hanged when an arrow sliced the rope around his neck and skilled the three slavers who captured him. Ziheart looked to see who saved him and only saw the telltale signs of the white cloak over the melted snow.
Weapons used: Kukri
Do you swear to act as a mature individual and play respectfully? I do
Do you swear to obey anything said by staff? I do intend to head the staff and obey orders when told to stop doing something. I however will not blindly obey a staff member for any reason and will ask questions when the time is proper and according.
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Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: Multiple Rping games as well as a few minecraft servers mostly The Realm of Gwomath
Character Application:
Name: Ezra
Age: 29
Race: Val’Naar
Strengths: Ezra travels as a sell sword and is talented with the blade. He also has a basic knowledge of herbs as he uses them to create pigments and dyes in an attempt to cover up his bodies change due to the Neverwind. His last strength is his intelligence; he is bright and insightful but never can really put his knowledge to bear because he is constantly moving around.
Weaknesses: Ezra is horrified by his changing body and does everything in his power to hide it. If he is discovered he will immediately flee with whatever possessions he contains. Ezra is also not very trust worthy, he always keeps a close eye on people in case they discover his secret. Lastly Ezra tries to keep his slowly deadening emotions in but he has almost completely lost his sense of compassion and love.
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