Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: From quite a few other Rp servers and Roleplaying on other games
In Character (IC
)
Character Name: Tony
Character Age: 22
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Sleezebag, silver tongued snake, easily bored and amused
Races:
Wastelander
S
.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points. Double tens are not allowed. The minimum stat is 3.
STRENGTH:3
PERCEPTION:6
ENDURANCE:4
CHARISMA:7
INTELLIGENCE:6
AGILITY:7
LUCK:7
Back Story (Any back story's that involve: Being Ex-Enclave, Ex-BoS, giving your self PA training ,or giving you items and/or perks will be automatically denied):
Mister Tony was what you might call an .. entrepreneur making caps and precious salvage in anyway that he came across whether it be dirty deals, selling drugs to crazies, even a bit of slavery at one point. If there was something to be gained then Tony would step right up and offer his services but don't be surprised if some of the stock goes missing or suddenly he's asking about where the shipment will be stored. Out here in the wastes is no place for compassionate saps, only those who are willing to get their hands truly dirty will step out on top of the corpses. Don't think for a second I'll slow down for anyone because of the notion of 'loyalty', 'honor', or 'friendship' you're just lucky I even brought you along for the ride.
In Game Name: _Mr_Pickles Age: 20 Timezone: Central RP Experience: I have a few years of RP experience mainly with minecraft RP servers and RPing on a few other games Reason for joining: I have a friend playing on the server and I have been wanting to get back onto a good RP server for a while now Did you read the rules?: Yes I did Any questions or comments?: Is the map extremely large and is it difficult for a new player to get around and find the towns they want to go to? Also would it be alright if my character could make a family recipe moonshine and if so would I rename a bucket of milk through an anvil or would I need to rename a potion to do so?
In Character
Name: Matthew Age: 22 Gender: Male Class: Worker starting out as citizen then would work to become a farmer Backstory: “Now I admit the life of a simple farmer boy is far from interesting in comparison to any knight or servant. Everyday I wake up bright and early to do my chores around the farm such as plowing the field, planting the harvest, and tending to the various animals. It isn’t very interesting and most days its dull work but I can keep to myself and provide for many with the labor I do. It wasn’t always just me and a farm I used to tend the farm with my two little sisters, the youngest one ain’t much taller than my knee but she still helps wherever she can by feeding the chickens and helping her older sister who I believe will be turning 20 here real soon. Lastly I want to make this clear ‘m fine talking about my siblings but I will not talk to you about my parents. Nothing against you they didn’t die or anything like that but it’s in the past and I prefer it stays that way. As for myself I guess you could say 'm just like any other farmer. I spent my days working and after that day is done I sit down in a chair with a fine glass of my family's moonshine then gripe about harvest and taxes. I wish I could tell you more about myself but there isn't much to tell you. I'm not much of a people person in fact sometimes they downright irritate me, everyone is getting lazy and expecting others to do their work for them hell even horses and cattle have more moments of understanding than folks these days. Funny thing is despite how much people say plants and animals are different than us they actually have it all wrong, plants need to be individually nurtured and if left alone with no care it will strangle its neighbors."
Strengths and Weaknesses: Very kind hearted, hard working, friendly with others, and was gifted enough to be born as more of a giant than a man standing currently at about 6 feet 1 Inches with a bulky build. He's not perfect however he has a habit of underestimating his own strength, dislikes violence of almost every sort, doesn’t quite understand much of anything outside farming, can be rude to those who make their earnings from the work of others and things tend to get unpredictable when he gets drinking.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Taking control of a character you create, influencing his every move, action, and consequence. I have played on quite a few Rping servers before applying for this one.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
A couple of my friends are currently playing it.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
No.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes “Porkchops in ma underwear”, the lore was fine.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
..This is a fun subject. I would define it as your character doing anything from not taking any damage from attack, jumping over chasms with ease, disarming three men in a few swift movements or my personal favorite, when someone gives their character unreal abilities such as my character was affected by the toxic waste and now he controls fire!!
*Jimmy blocks the bullet with a knife then cuts the guys head off*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Taking any OOC information and knowing it Rply. If someone tells you in the OOC chat where someone is or where a location is and you go right to it you are metagaming.
In a skype call you learn that Jimmy is hiding in a shack by this town so you immediately go there to find him.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) William
Your character's story so far:
William was born when the whole world seems to be putting a gun to its head and pulling the trigger. I never thought I would be living on a world without a moon to look up at even if it was just a giant ugly rock and that was just the beginning. Oh sweet joy this is amazing look at all this radiation, one could just bathe in it if it didn’t cause an enormous list of horrific side effects and oh yeah you die. I had to scavenge and survive on what little I had for so long even when I found myself among a colony living in this smelly dump. I was too young to do any work, I wasn’t even allowed by the fields and every time I set food outside the colonies border I swear I can hear a growling from afar. I didn’t have much going for me but I was willing to do whatever it took to make myself seem useful and not another beggar.
After two days of no food I collapsed and thought death would take me soon however it would seem there were different plans for me. I woke up later attached to an IV bag in a medical camp owned by a very stern fellow by the name of ‘Corporal’ This man led teams of army soldiers back in the day and had a reputation of beating up whoever didn’t followed his orders. I layed back and watched this veteran treat many of the citizens of our colony of various radiation sickness. At first I was disgusted by the mere sight of those who had lost their skin and developed tumors but then Corporal looked at me and said “Don’t pity the dying, pity the living. These sons of es will be up there in the electrified radiated sky sitting in a camping chair with a cold beer while we rot down here.” I asked if there was anything I could do to help and Corporal picked up a few books and threw them at my face “Read some of those and figure out what’s wrong wit these fellas. I can’t because I’m so busy but all you do is lay back and do nothing.” The books turned out to be a few ruined medical texts and although they didn’t contain much information on radiation sickness I still learned quite a bit about medicine… okay maybe not a lot. After helping Corporal on a few patients he sent me out to grab some water from the well on the outskirts of the colony. I returned to find the entire colony in flames. I never thought that we would ever get attacked but I guess I was wrong. I scavenged what I could from the shambles and left before we got hit again.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No family, currently on my own.
How old is your character? Almost 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? I have a full head of hair which is pretty uncommon.
How does your character act? Friendly demeanor but something about him suggests he has his own agenda at hand. Is willing to help others but not without receiving something in return.
Character's occupation: Doesn’t have one anymore.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Knows how to read, write, and I suppose I have medical training… if that medical training was held at a community center
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Knows basic first aid and how to treat most radiation sicknesses from some of the books and videos he found when he was younger.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders, heights, sharp knives pointed at him, snakes, mutants, needles but only on himself he doesn’t mind poking other people, being attacked by raiders or mutants, people covered in tattoos, clowns… luckily I’m pretty sure they’re all dead but I found one in this little toy that jumped out of a box that scared me to death.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
*William is walking along the road unaware that others are watching him from afar, a loud noise is heard as a raider fires a shot at him, dust on the ground in front of William flies up as the bullet lands near him. William runs for cover towards a large rock bullets flying towards him, he nearly makes it to the rock but is shot in the leg and falls onto the ground in pain. He holds the leg tightly as blood spurts out of the wound. William tries using what energy he has to crawl but the rock is too far away and the raiders will surely be there soon, Williams rolls to the side off the road towards a small crevice where there used to be a stream but it is now an empty pit. William falls down hard onto his back as he exhales and grips his agonizing leg tightly. William sits there for what seemed liked a long time watching as the sky passed. He sits up slowly as he pulls up his pants leg and examines his leg wound. The wound was still bleeding so the bullet must have nicked an artery meaning if it didn’t get closed he would die. He pulled out a basic medical kit and grabs some tweezers, he takes a few deep breathes and puts the tweezers into the wound to grab the bullet and pull it out. After pulling the bullet out he falls back onto the ground, tears going down his cheek. He picks himself one more time grabbing a blowtorch from his backpack and almost start hyperventilating as he gets ready to seal the wound. He closes his eyes, puts some cloth in his mouth and quickly puts the blowtorch to the wound and turns it on. He clenches the cloth with his teeth, screaming in pain as he cauterizes his wound. He falls back onto the ground shaking gripping the ground as he lays waiting for the pain to subside.*
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Taking control of a character you create, influencing his every move, action, and consequence. I have played on quite a few Rping servers before applying for this one.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
A couple of my friends are currently playing it.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
No.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes “Porkchops in ma underwear”, the lore was fine.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
..This is a fun subject. I would define it as your character doing anything from not taking any damage from attack, jumping over chasms with ease, disarming three men in a few swift movements or my personal favorite, when someone gives their character unreal abilities such as my character was affected by the toxic waste and now he controls fire!!
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Taking any OOC information and knowing it Rply. If someone tells you in the OOC chat where someone is or where a location is and you go right to it you are metagaming.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) William
Your character's story so far:
William was born when the whole world seems to be putting a gun to its head and pulling the trigger. I never thought I would be living on a world without a moon to look up at even if it was just a giant ugly rock and that was just the beginning. Oh sweet joy this is amazing look at all this radiation, one could just bathe in it if it didn’t cause an enormous list of horrific side effects and oh yeah you die. I had to scavenge and survive on what little I had for so long even when I found myself among a colony living in this smelly dump. I was too young to do any work, I wasn’t even allowed by the fields and every time I set food outside the colonies border I swear I can hear a growling from afar. I didn’t have much going for me but I was willing to do whatever it took to make myself seem useful and not another beggar.
After two days of no food I collapsed and thought death would take me soon however it would seem there were different plans for me. I woke up later attached to an IV bag in a medical camp owned by a very stern fellow by the name of ‘Corporal’ This man led teams of army soldiers back in the day and had a reputation of beating up whoever didn’t followed his orders. I layed back and watched this veteran treat many of the citizens of our colony of various radiation sickness. At first I was disgusted by the mere sight of those who had lost their skin and developed tumors but then Corporal looked at me and said “Don’t pity the dying, pity the living. These sons of es will be up there in the electrified radiated sky sitting in a camping chair with a cold beer while we rot down here.” I asked if there was anything I could do to help and Corporal picked up a few books and threw them at my face “Read some of those and figure out what’s wrong wit these fellas. I can’t because I’m so busy but all you do is lay back and do nothing.” The books turned out to be a few ruined medical texts and although they didn’t contain much information on radiation sickness I still learned quite a bit about medicine… okay maybe not a lot. After helping Corporal on a few patients he sent me out to grab some water from the well on the outskirts of the colony. I returned to find the entire colony in flames. I never thought that we would ever get attacked but I guess I was wrong. I scavenged what I could from the shambles and left before we got hit again.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No family, currently on my own.
How old is your character? Almost 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? I have a full head of hair which is pretty uncommon.
How does your character act? Friendly demeanor but something about him suggests he has his own agenda at hand. Is willing to help others but not without receiving something in return.
Character's occupation: Doesn’t have one anymore.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Knows how to read, write, and I suppose I have medical training… if that medical training was held at a community center
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Knows basic first aid and how to treat most radiation sicknesses from some of the books and videos he found when he was younger.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders, heights, sharp knives pointed at him, snakes, mutants, needles but only on himself he doesn’t mind poking other people, being attacked by raiders or mutants, people covered in tattoos, clowns… luckily I’m pretty sure they’re all dead but I found one in this little toy that jumped out of a box that scared me to death.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
*William is walking along the road unaware that others are watching him from afar, a loud noise is heard as a raider fires a shot at him, dust on the ground in front of William flies up as the bullet lands near him. William runs for cover towards a large rock bullets flying towards him, he nearly makes it to the rock but is shot in the leg and falls onto the ground in pain. He holds the leg tightly as blood spurts out of the wound. William tries using what energy he has to crawl but the rock is too far away and the raiders will surely be there soon, Williams rolls to the side off the road towards a small crevice where there used to be a stream but it is now an empty pit. William falls down hard onto his back as he exhales and grips his agonizing leg tightly. William sits there for what seemed liked a long time watching as the sky passed. He sits up slowly as he pulls up his pants leg and examines his leg wound. The wound was still bleeding so the bullet must have nicked an artery meaning if it didn’t get closed he would die. He pulled out a basic medical kit and grabs some tweezers, he takes a few deep breathes and puts the tweezers into the wound to grab the bullet and pull it out. After pulling the bullet out he falls back onto the ground, tears going down his cheek. He picks himself one more time grabbing a blowtorch from his backpack and almost start hyperventilating as he gets ready to seal the wound. He closes his eyes, puts some cloth in his mouth and quickly puts the blowtorch to the wound and turns it on. He clenches the cloth with his teeth, screaming in pain as he cauterizes his wound. He falls back onto the ground shaking gripping the ground as he lays waiting for the pain to subside.*
Out Of Character Information
Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human (Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now (If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology. (As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
We actually had a nice little group set up. I was never much of a fighter, my combat prowess was merely meager skill with a sword and ridiculously horribly skill with a bow however this changed when I made some new friends and met up with Calla. She was an expert marksman and even taught me a few things so I can at least call myself a moderate archer now. My only other skills are more supporting roles, from when I was very young my father tried to make me his apprentice in blacksmithing and although I hated it with a passion I’ve learned quite a few useful things from it. However this was when I was very young, nowadays I have been trying my hand at enchanting and alchemy. Mostly enchanting, the alchemy was more of something for me to try out after hiding in an attic from men who were angered with me for flirting with this nurse at the ward… Oh and I nearly forgot one of my passions is barding. Singing tales of old history and battle, spreading cheer and of course having a few lovely chats with the local women…
But then again after some time I find more excitement in selling my enchanted wares to would be adventurers for a large sum of money. Some call me a shrewd businessman but in this world it helps to be one. If I handed my money to every poor man in disaster I walked across I would have none left for myself or the group. …Honestly I’m not too sure about some of the folk in the group. I am good friends with Calla, Irving, and Sigfried, wearen is okay by me but that other fellow, the one who uses the large needles as weapons I’m keeping a close on with my sword by my side.
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
This would be my second attempt I do hope you enjoy
Out Of Character Information
Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human (Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now (If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology. (As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
We actually had a nice group set up. I was never much of a fighter, my combat prowess was merely meager skill with a sword and ridiculously horribly skill with a bow however this changed when I made some new friends and met up with Calla. She was an expert marksman and even taught me a few things so I can at least call myself a moderate archer now. My only other skills are more supporting roles, from when I was very young my father tried to make me his apprentice in blacksmithing and although I hated it with a passion I’ve learned quite a few useful things from it. However this was when I was very young, nowadays I have been trying my hand at enchanting and alchemy. Mostly enchanting, the alchemy was more of something for me to try out after hiding in an attic from men who were angered with me for flirting with this nurse at the ward… Oh and I nearly forgot one of my passions is barding. Singing tales of old history and battle, spreading cheer and of course having a few lovely chats with the local women…
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
I take one sick day and come back to nine applications. I should do this more often.
I'm sorry about our short backstory it was late at night and we did not know or see that they had to be longer. I'll go tell everyone to redo their application and make the backstory long. Also it's poopfac not poopface
P.S. Perhaps I was wrong about the application not detailing any information as some of the other applications have much more details in the questions. I'm not sure why that is also is there anything else with the applications we should make changes to or is it just the backstory length?
Out Of Character Information
Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human (Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now (If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology. (As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
Guys I have serious news.
Me and Pickles have left from staff and the server. We went through a lot in the 6 months we have been managing the server, and i will not go into detail, but know we love this server and you guys, and it is sad to have to leave. I wish you all luck with the server, and luck against all it has to fight RPly. Pickles and myself will miss you all.
~Greeno96 and _Mr_Pickles
I am sorry for this everyone. I know things will soon be very different and it seems others have decided to leave too, although it's sad to hear this I hope the best for you wherever you go next. I don't know what will happen to the College of Magic. Without greeno, myself and calla it will probably become barren. Also from what i've heard Silent_Shino is your new head admin. I expect every damn player on this server to give her the respect she deserves and follow her directions as she has been one of our hardest working staff in bringing more players in and starting the podcast for everyone. And hell while i'm at it do you guys know why Archmage_Sanchez was so friggin old?!?! He was a vampire. Yup. He was secretly a vampire for an extremely long time since early solstheim, he was using illusion magic to keep his eyes and face different and a potion of blood he was replicating in secret which kept him in stage one vampirism so he wouldn't be outed but he was still a bit paler from it. Luckily he spends so much time indoors that most people assumed that was why. If you ask online he actually knew too but I told him he couldn't tell anyone since the character that knew I killed. Oh and charger that ghost that was in your hideout earlier today... yeah that was me. I had written down your conversation while I was invisible and I had revealed your whole plot to overthrow the council and government >:3
IGN: Coolnessisbest1
Age: 20
Role-Play Exp.: Some but not alot
Why Us: I like how the server looks, and a friend recomended me ;3
Time You Can Dedicate: Not alot with work but some
Brief Description of Yourself: Im a funny person
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Roleplay is when you take the role of another in a different place, like a story.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words:
Powergaming= Doing inhuman acts or extreme acts your character cannot do with their training
Metagaming= Taking Information from Out of Character and taking it into your character.
IC
Name: Liliath Chare
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: A nice Burnette with a sensitive personality.
Fears: Most people she meets, at first
Personality: She has a mother's heart, but is weeping over he dead husband
Occupation: She was a gardener while she was married
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Nickname (Optional): Lily
Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?: No
Can You Character Farm?: She can Garden
Can Your Character Mine?: No
What Other Things Can Your Character Do?: She is a good cook, and was a good housewife
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs: Liliath was born to a moderate merchant family in Solstheim. As she grew older her father arranged a marriage with a young man named Cheven. At the age of 25, Liliath was married off to this man and become his wife. She ran the household while he ran the store. When the problems in Solstheim started, she and her husband fled to the fleet waiting to save the citizens. When they reached the boats they found that the group they were traveling with was followed. Some Deadric Minions began to attack the group. Cheven pushed Liliath Shouting "GO" as he turned to fight them off. The last thing she saw of him as she borded the boat with the other woman and children was her husband getting stabbed, and the start of her widowship. That was a month ago from her arrival of Atmora.
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Backstory is a little short and I noticed one or two spelling errors but otherwise pretty good. Accepted
Hi there, I sent a message to InsaneArtist but he hasn't reacted yet, is he still alive?
If you feel comfortable you could send it to myself or greeno and if it's something we can take care of we will otherwise we'll tell insane the next time we see him. Also sem you built your home inside one of the mountains, if you read the rules on the rule board right by the ship you will see the rule that states "No building outside of the town or near it" and a sign next to it that says "Not without permission from staff." If you did not get permission to build in the mountain you do need to move your home and items to a different location prefferably one of the empty homes inside the town.
Soooo I haven't been on in a while and I went on for like a half hour yesterday looking around the map and now im banned for griefing? It was probably because I accidently broke that Lapis Block in town and it fell in the fire, I would of told someone but no one was on so if someone could clear this up for me that would be cool. Thanks :/
Worldsend you have been banned for stealing an ore block from someones home. You are allowed to make a ban appeal on http://lordran.proboards.com/index.cgi.
EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NEWS A large portion of the map was rolled back!! This was due to a missing backup file when Beastnode switched file managers. We are extremely sorry for this inconvenience. To help players recreate their homes we are allowing players to remake their homes in creative whilehaving their inventory watched closely to prevent spawning anything they don't own. If you are allowed to be put in creative do not spawn anything you don't own or don't need we have already had one player try spawning in blocks of diamonds and a beacon and if you are caught you will be put back in survival and have to do the rest on your own.
If you look at that first sentence you'll see. You were banned because you did go to filthys home and broke the lapis block he put up.
Andwey and filthy please get in contact with staff as soon as you can so you can bring back the structures you have made that were destroyed by the rollback.
Worldsend you have been banned for stealing an ore block from someones home. You are allowed to make a ban appeal on http://lordran.proboards.com/index.cgi.
EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NEWS A large portion of the map was rolled back!! This was due to a missing backup file when Beastnode switched file managers. We are extremely sorry for this inconvenience. To help players recreate their homes we are allowing players to remake their homes in creative whilehaving their inventory watched closely to prevent spawning anything they don't own. If you are allowed to be put in creative do not spawn anything you don't own or don't need we have already had one player try spawning in blocks of diamonds and a beacon and if you are caught you will be put back in survival and have to do the rest on your own.
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Mister Tony was what you might call an .. entrepreneur making caps and precious salvage in anyway that he came across whether it be dirty deals, selling drugs to crazies, even a bit of slavery at one point. If there was something to be gained then Tony would step right up and offer his services but don't be surprised if some of the stock goes missing or suddenly he's asking about where the shipment will be stored. Out here in the wastes is no place for compassionate saps, only those who are willing to get their hands truly dirty will step out on top of the corpses. Don't think for a second I'll slow down for anyone because of the notion of 'loyalty', 'honor', or 'friendship' you're just lucky I even brought you along for the ride.
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In Game Name: _Mr_Pickles
Age: 20
Timezone: Central
RP Experience: I have a few years of RP experience mainly with minecraft RP servers and RPing on a few other games
Reason for joining: I have a friend playing on the server and I have been wanting to get back onto a good RP server for a while now
Did you read the rules?: Yes I did
Any questions or comments?: Is the map extremely large and is it difficult for a new player to get around and find the towns they want to go to? Also would it be alright if my character could make a family recipe moonshine and if so would I rename a bucket of milk through an anvil or would I need to rename a potion to do so?
In Character
Name: Matthew
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Class: Worker starting out as citizen then would work to become a farmer
Backstory:
“Now I admit the life of a simple farmer boy is far from interesting in comparison to any knight or servant. Everyday I wake up bright and early to do my chores around the farm such as plowing the field, planting the harvest, and tending to the various animals. It isn’t very interesting and most days its dull work but I can keep to myself and provide for many with the labor I do.
It wasn’t always just me and a farm I used to tend the farm with my two little sisters, the youngest one ain’t much taller than my knee but she still helps wherever she can by feeding the chickens and helping her older sister who I believe will be turning 20 here real soon. Lastly I want to make this clear ‘m fine talking about my siblings but I will not talk to you about my parents. Nothing against you they didn’t die or anything like that but it’s in the past and I prefer it stays that way.
As for myself I guess you could say 'm just like any other farmer. I spent my days working and after that day is done I sit down in a chair with a fine glass of my family's moonshine then gripe about harvest and taxes. I wish I could tell you more about myself but there isn't much to tell you. I'm not much of a people person in fact sometimes they downright irritate me, everyone is getting lazy and expecting others to do their work for them hell even horses and cattle have more moments of understanding than folks these days. Funny thing is despite how much people say plants and animals are different than us they actually have it all wrong, plants need to be individually nurtured and if left alone with no care it will strangle its neighbors."
Strengths and Weaknesses: Very kind hearted, hard working, friendly with others, and was gifted enough to be born as more of a giant than a man standing currently at about 6 feet 1 Inches with a bulky build. He's not perfect however he has a habit of underestimating his own strength, dislikes violence of almost every sort, doesn’t quite understand much of anything outside farming, can be rude to those who make their earnings from the work of others and things tend to get unpredictable when he gets drinking.
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Minecraft account name: _Mr_Pickles
Country of residence and time zone: USA, Central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Taking control of a character you create, influencing his every move, action, and consequence. I have played on quite a few Rping servers before applying for this one.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
A couple of my friends are currently playing it.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
No.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes “Porkchops in ma underwear”, the lore was fine.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
..This is a fun subject. I would define it as your character doing anything from not taking any damage from attack, jumping over chasms with ease, disarming three men in a few swift movements or my personal favorite, when someone gives their character unreal abilities such as my character was affected by the toxic waste and now he controls fire!!
*Jimmy blocks the bullet with a knife then cuts the guys head off*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Taking any OOC information and knowing it Rply. If someone tells you in the OOC chat where someone is or where a location is and you go right to it you are metagaming.
In a skype call you learn that Jimmy is hiding in a shack by this town so you immediately go there to find him.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) William
Your character's story so far:
William was born when the whole world seems to be putting a gun to its head and pulling the trigger. I never thought I would be living on a world without a moon to look up at even if it was just a giant ugly rock and that was just the beginning. Oh sweet joy this is amazing look at all this radiation, one could just bathe in it if it didn’t cause an enormous list of horrific side effects and oh yeah you die. I had to scavenge and survive on what little I had for so long even when I found myself among a colony living in this smelly dump. I was too young to do any work, I wasn’t even allowed by the fields and every time I set food outside the colonies border I swear I can hear a growling from afar. I didn’t have much going for me but I was willing to do whatever it took to make myself seem useful and not another beggar.
After two days of no food I collapsed and thought death would take me soon however it would seem there were different plans for me. I woke up later attached to an IV bag in a medical camp owned by a very stern fellow by the name of ‘Corporal’ This man led teams of army soldiers back in the day and had a reputation of beating up whoever didn’t followed his orders. I layed back and watched this veteran treat many of the citizens of our colony of various radiation sickness. At first I was disgusted by the mere sight of those who had lost their skin and developed tumors but then Corporal looked at me and said “Don’t pity the dying, pity the living. These sons of es will be up there in the electrified radiated sky sitting in a camping chair with a cold beer while we rot down here.” I asked if there was anything I could do to help and Corporal picked up a few books and threw them at my face “Read some of those and figure out what’s wrong wit these fellas. I can’t because I’m so busy but all you do is lay back and do nothing.” The books turned out to be a few ruined medical texts and although they didn’t contain much information on radiation sickness I still learned quite a bit about medicine… okay maybe not a lot. After helping Corporal on a few patients he sent me out to grab some water from the well on the outskirts of the colony. I returned to find the entire colony in flames. I never thought that we would ever get attacked but I guess I was wrong. I scavenged what I could from the shambles and left before we got hit again.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No family, currently on my own.
How old is your character? Almost 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? I have a full head of hair which is pretty uncommon.
How does your character act? Friendly demeanor but something about him suggests he has his own agenda at hand. Is willing to help others but not without receiving something in return.
Character's occupation: Doesn’t have one anymore.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Knows how to read, write, and I suppose I have medical training… if that medical training was held at a community center
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Knows basic first aid and how to treat most radiation sicknesses from some of the books and videos he found when he was younger.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders, heights, sharp knives pointed at him, snakes, mutants, needles but only on himself he doesn’t mind poking other people, being attacked by raiders or mutants, people covered in tattoos, clowns… luckily I’m pretty sure they’re all dead but I found one in this little toy that jumped out of a box that scared me to death.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
*William is walking along the road unaware that others are watching him from afar, a loud noise is heard as a raider fires a shot at him, dust on the ground in front of William flies up as the bullet lands near him. William runs for cover towards a large rock bullets flying towards him, he nearly makes it to the rock but is shot in the leg and falls onto the ground in pain. He holds the leg tightly as blood spurts out of the wound. William tries using what energy he has to crawl but the rock is too far away and the raiders will surely be there soon, Williams rolls to the side off the road towards a small crevice where there used to be a stream but it is now an empty pit. William falls down hard onto his back as he exhales and grips his agonizing leg tightly. William sits there for what seemed liked a long time watching as the sky passed. He sits up slowly as he pulls up his pants leg and examines his leg wound. The wound was still bleeding so the bullet must have nicked an artery meaning if it didn’t get closed he would die. He pulled out a basic medical kit and grabs some tweezers, he takes a few deep breathes and puts the tweezers into the wound to grab the bullet and pull it out. After pulling the bullet out he falls back onto the ground, tears going down his cheek. He picks himself one more time grabbing a blowtorch from his backpack and almost start hyperventilating as he gets ready to seal the wound. He closes his eyes, puts some cloth in his mouth and quickly puts the blowtorch to the wound and turns it on. He clenches the cloth with his teeth, screaming in pain as he cauterizes his wound. He falls back onto the ground shaking gripping the ground as he lays waiting for the pain to subside.*
Anything else to add? Not really
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://imgur.com/He0Tu3V
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Out of Character
Minecraft account name: _Mr_Pickles
Country of residence and time zone: USA, Central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Taking control of a character you create, influencing his every move, action, and consequence. I have played on quite a few Rping servers before applying for this one.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
A couple of my friends are currently playing it.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
No.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes “Porkchops in ma underwear”, the lore was fine.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
..This is a fun subject. I would define it as your character doing anything from not taking any damage from attack, jumping over chasms with ease, disarming three men in a few swift movements or my personal favorite, when someone gives their character unreal abilities such as my character was affected by the toxic waste and now he controls fire!!
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Taking any OOC information and knowing it Rply. If someone tells you in the OOC chat where someone is or where a location is and you go right to it you are metagaming.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) William
Your character's story so far:
William was born when the whole world seems to be putting a gun to its head and pulling the trigger. I never thought I would be living on a world without a moon to look up at even if it was just a giant ugly rock and that was just the beginning. Oh sweet joy this is amazing look at all this radiation, one could just bathe in it if it didn’t cause an enormous list of horrific side effects and oh yeah you die. I had to scavenge and survive on what little I had for so long even when I found myself among a colony living in this smelly dump. I was too young to do any work, I wasn’t even allowed by the fields and every time I set food outside the colonies border I swear I can hear a growling from afar. I didn’t have much going for me but I was willing to do whatever it took to make myself seem useful and not another beggar.
After two days of no food I collapsed and thought death would take me soon however it would seem there were different plans for me. I woke up later attached to an IV bag in a medical camp owned by a very stern fellow by the name of ‘Corporal’ This man led teams of army soldiers back in the day and had a reputation of beating up whoever didn’t followed his orders. I layed back and watched this veteran treat many of the citizens of our colony of various radiation sickness. At first I was disgusted by the mere sight of those who had lost their skin and developed tumors but then Corporal looked at me and said “Don’t pity the dying, pity the living. These sons of es will be up there in the electrified radiated sky sitting in a camping chair with a cold beer while we rot down here.” I asked if there was anything I could do to help and Corporal picked up a few books and threw them at my face “Read some of those and figure out what’s wrong wit these fellas. I can’t because I’m so busy but all you do is lay back and do nothing.” The books turned out to be a few ruined medical texts and although they didn’t contain much information on radiation sickness I still learned quite a bit about medicine… okay maybe not a lot. After helping Corporal on a few patients he sent me out to grab some water from the well on the outskirts of the colony. I returned to find the entire colony in flames. I never thought that we would ever get attacked but I guess I was wrong. I scavenged what I could from the shambles and left before we got hit again.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No family, currently on my own.
How old is your character? Almost 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? I have a full head of hair which is pretty uncommon.
How does your character act? Friendly demeanor but something about him suggests he has his own agenda at hand. Is willing to help others but not without receiving something in return.
Character's occupation: Doesn’t have one anymore.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Knows how to read, write, and I suppose I have medical training… if that medical training was held at a community center
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Knows basic first aid and how to treat most radiation sicknesses from some of the books and videos he found when he was younger.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders, heights, sharp knives pointed at him, snakes, mutants, needles but only on himself he doesn’t mind poking other people, being attacked by raiders or mutants, people covered in tattoos, clowns… luckily I’m pretty sure they’re all dead but I found one in this little toy that jumped out of a box that scared me to death.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
*William is walking along the road unaware that others are watching him from afar, a loud noise is heard as a raider fires a shot at him, dust on the ground in front of William flies up as the bullet lands near him. William runs for cover towards a large rock bullets flying towards him, he nearly makes it to the rock but is shot in the leg and falls onto the ground in pain. He holds the leg tightly as blood spurts out of the wound. William tries using what energy he has to crawl but the rock is too far away and the raiders will surely be there soon, Williams rolls to the side off the road towards a small crevice where there used to be a stream but it is now an empty pit. William falls down hard onto his back as he exhales and grips his agonizing leg tightly. William sits there for what seemed liked a long time watching as the sky passed. He sits up slowly as he pulls up his pants leg and examines his leg wound. The wound was still bleeding so the bullet must have nicked an artery meaning if it didn’t get closed he would die. He pulled out a basic medical kit and grabs some tweezers, he takes a few deep breathes and puts the tweezers into the wound to grab the bullet and pull it out. After pulling the bullet out he falls back onto the ground, tears going down his cheek. He picks himself one more time grabbing a blowtorch from his backpack and almost start hyperventilating as he gets ready to seal the wound. He closes his eyes, puts some cloth in his mouth and quickly puts the blowtorch to the wound and turns it on. He clenches the cloth with his teeth, screaming in pain as he cauterizes his wound. He falls back onto the ground shaking gripping the ground as he lays waiting for the pain to subside.*
Anything else to add? Not really
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://imgur.com/He0Tu3V
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Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human
(Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now
(If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology.
(As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
We actually had a nice little group set up. I was never much of a fighter, my combat prowess was merely meager skill with a sword and ridiculously horribly skill with a bow however this changed when I made some new friends and met up with Calla. She was an expert marksman and even taught me a few things so I can at least call myself a moderate archer now. My only other skills are more supporting roles, from when I was very young my father tried to make me his apprentice in blacksmithing and although I hated it with a passion I’ve learned quite a few useful things from it. However this was when I was very young, nowadays I have been trying my hand at enchanting and alchemy. Mostly enchanting, the alchemy was more of something for me to try out after hiding in an attic from men who were angered with me for flirting with this nurse at the ward… Oh and I nearly forgot one of my passions is barding. Singing tales of old history and battle, spreading cheer and of course having a few lovely chats with the local women…
But then again after some time I find more excitement in selling my enchanted wares to would be adventurers for a large sum of money. Some call me a shrewd businessman but in this world it helps to be one. If I handed my money to every poor man in disaster I walked across I would have none left for myself or the group. …Honestly I’m not too sure about some of the folk in the group. I am good friends with Calla, Irving, and Sigfried, wearen is okay by me but that other fellow, the one who uses the large needles as weapons I’m keeping a close on with my sword by my side.
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
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Out Of Character Information
Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human
(Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now
(If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology.
(As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
We actually had a nice group set up. I was never much of a fighter, my combat prowess was merely meager skill with a sword and ridiculously horribly skill with a bow however this changed when I made some new friends and met up with Calla. She was an expert marksman and even taught me a few things so I can at least call myself a moderate archer now. My only other skills are more supporting roles, from when I was very young my father tried to make me his apprentice in blacksmithing and although I hated it with a passion I’ve learned quite a few useful things from it. However this was when I was very young, nowadays I have been trying my hand at enchanting and alchemy. Mostly enchanting, the alchemy was more of something for me to try out after hiding in an attic from men who were angered with me for flirting with this nurse at the ward… Oh and I nearly forgot one of my passions is barding. Singing tales of old history and battle, spreading cheer and of course having a few lovely chats with the local women…
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
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P.S. Perhaps I was wrong about the application not detailing any information as some of the other applications have much more details in the questions. I'm not sure why that is also is there anything else with the applications we should make changes to or is it just the backstory length?
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Minecraft Username: _Mr_Pickles
Have you ever been banned?: There was this one Percy Rp server that my friend was staff on but he hated it so I hopped on to see what it was like and help out. Oh my good lord their staff were horrible immature s and if you so much as call them immature you got banned. I still have screenshots of this time the admin or head admin raged in the chat and told everyone pretty mean things. I can show you if you want.
In Character Information
Character Name: Reichayl Valens
Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Desired Race (Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Human, Other): Human
(Note: if choosing other, the race must fit within our lore and must be approved via the staff before you will be allowed to RP as the specific race.)
Desired Allegiance (Keyhold Canyon, Dun Morgue, Broken Hill, Trenmany Islands Empire, Unallied): Unnalied for now
(If unallied, you may belong to a clan or enclave separate from the four Kingdoms. Please keep in mind that enclaves and clans can only exist with four or more members, and are not protected.)
Method of Arrival: I did not die in another world nor was I created via Demonology.
(As a nexus of all universes, you can arrive in Ravien via death in another world, birth to someone in Ravien, creation via Demonology, etc.)
Character Backstory: It’s a bit of a long and strange story... Myself and many of my friends were born in a small and basically insignificant village together. This village was far off from the mainland and isn’t recognized by many folk which we took as a blessing for we were rarely attacked by anyone expects demons from time to time. We never expected our village to be outright raided and burned to the ground so quickly… Our entire village was gone. But we were not. We grabbed our gear and set on our way to the mainland to start anew in the land.
Roleplay Example
You are on a camping trip, surrounded by miles of wilderness, and little else. Your family is with you, each member in a separate tent. The night is crisp, but pleasant, and you gaze up at the night sky with a sense of dread, feeling that something is going to go wrong at any second. Your intuition proves correct, as a group of six bandits stumbles upon your camp, draws their weapons, and demands that you give them everything of value you possess.
Your weapons are stowed in your tent, only a few feet to your left. The campfire is dying down, but some flames still remain, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Knowing that everyone you care about is sleeping peacefully in their tents, threatened by the presence of these bandits, how do you react?
I open my eyes slowly as I hear faint yelling. I rub my eyes and get up expecting someone setting themselves on fire or complaining about spilled ale. I leave the tent and see Irving, a close friend and very strong martial artist punch a bandit square in his face and yell for aid. I run over to the tent where we stored most of our weapons, I feel stupid now for suggesting to store it separately for storage and travel. I pull out my sword and irvings gauntlets. I turn around look towards Irving and yelled “Catch” as I threw the gauntlets at him. I see an axe whiz by my face and nail a bandit that was running at me. I unsheathe my sword and stab the injured bandit then look up just in time to see the last bandit run away. Wearen walks up and grabs his axe from the bandit’s body. I walked around the campsite looking for the rest of our group and find Draven sleeping in his tent.
((Myself and a few of my friends made our Roleplaying examples similar since we were applying together and we would be considered a family. We worked hard to make this intertwined and we hope you like it. Those who are in this are Senpukaru, Sparky223, greeno961, TK_Walrus_117, poopfac, and CaveExplorer2346))
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If you look at that first sentence you'll see. You were banned because you did go to filthys home and broke the lapis block he put up.
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EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NEWS
A large portion of the map was rolled back!! This was due to a missing backup file when Beastnode switched file managers. We are extremely sorry for this inconvenience. To help players recreate their homes we are allowing players to remake their homes in creative whilehaving their inventory watched closely to prevent spawning anything they don't own. If you are allowed to be put in creative do not spawn anything you don't own or don't need we have already had one player try spawning in blocks of diamonds and a beacon and if you are caught you will be put back in survival and have to do the rest on your own.