Physical description: Delicate-looking and graceful, Amrielli is decorated with beads, gold, and jewels. Standing at 5’7”, she is terribly skinny. Shoulders slightly hunch forward, her dress loosely falling around her body. Tied up in a loose bun, her hair dyed emerald green shines either like bright and healthy summer leaves, or disgusting mold growing on the oldest of stones, depending on how you look at her. Her face looks young but experienced, her eyes questioning everything it sees. Her sickly pale hands are nimble and boney, inspecting everything it touches.
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. Try and avoid clichés such as loved one being killed by bandits or the like):
Raised in Mezenia, Amrielli can’t tell the difference between the impossible and the factual anymore. Amrielli’s parents were never in the picture to begin with, leaving her with her Aunt Pova. Pova was seldom financially stable, which meant the two of them lived off of thrown out scraps and potentially poisonous fruits and berries. Amrielli couldn’t complain, though, for the whole time she didn’t know there was something to complain about. She grew up thinking a lifestyle under a makeshift shelter was normal. Pova didn’t allow whining anyways.
Using their wits, the two found that they could scrape money off of amateur fortune telling. Pova was the one to “reveal” the fortunes, while Amrielli would pretend to be a bewildered customer to attract more people. This career surprisingly worked out for the both of them, and they finally earned enough to pay for a small hut just on the edge of Oddonwall.
Slowly Amrielli began to learn how to “tell one’s fortunes”, as well. Their gig became famous, people from all over Oddonwall traveling to their hut just to get a simple reading. The business evolved, and the partners began to travel, presenting their “gifts” to the world. Everyone loved the two of them. Oozing with wealth, the two lived the life of luxury for a while. Sadly, the fortunes began to take a dark turn when Pova began to use drugs and hallucinogens to drug people into thinking they’re going into a “spiritual state.”. The drugs themselves varied from steam to drinks, and with the customers, Pova and Amrielli were affected by these drugs over time. Their minds were slowly warped and mangled, causing them to either speak absolute nonsense or having panic attacks during the readings. People thought that spirits were truly speaking through them, and Amrielli also began to believe this.
This idea that Amrielli was a true speaker for the spirits began to get to her. It corrupted her, spoiled her. She began to think that if she does read the future, that she deserves more acknowledgement. Amrielli wanted to have the business and money to herself, claiming that Pova was but a trickster and a liar. This broke the relationship between them, resulting in Amrielli abandoned on the streets of Enris.
Her mind damaged by the time she was barely an adult, she began to wander across the lands, telling fortunes and yelling obscenities for maybe a quick coin or two. Danger was all around her, for time after time she’d find herself in a forest being chased after by the petrifying beasts that inhabited the land.
Amrielli was wondering around one day when she noticed a light that was shooting up perfectly in the sky, never fading or flickering. The light seemed perfect, almost unsettling. Amrielli's intuition said to follow such light, for it was obviously the work of the "spirits". Thus, started her march for Thaeron.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To prove to the world of her powers and to reclaim fame again, also to just get by everyday.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Amrielli is very creative, coming up with spontaneous ideas every day. She can judge a person’s character just by the look of their face. A quick and cunning person, she is always ready to give a quick and snappy response to any remark. She knows what people want and she’ll do whatever it takes to mooch a few coins off of them.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Amrielli is spasmodic and volatile at times, and an unpredictable mood. People may not be able to read her or are pushed away by her. She is frail from constant hunger. Although recovering, drug exposure at a young age made her impulsive and unbridled.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish): She claims to “see” things that others can’t, and can use this to her advantage when fortune telling.
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yup.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing the role of another character, reacting to events or circumstances as the character would. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: People who have a deathwish
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as ((Enris is an anagram for “risen”; coincidence? I think NOT!))
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): Yes. Yes I do. Please don’t make me write a list of all the RP I’ve done in my lifetime.
Character Information
Name: Meriel Elora
Age: 43
Race: Elves
Physical description: Meriel stands at 6’4” with a slightly pudgy weight alongside a broad build. She has dark brown hair that goes down to her chin. Meriel has a button nose sprinkled with freckles. Her round head and brown eyes look almost nothing like her sister, Allenia. She wears brown overalls over a tattered down shirt made out of a potato sack. Her pale skin is littered with scars and burn marks.
Screen capture of your skin (I recommend uploading to imgur and posting link here):
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. Try and avoid clichés such as loved one being killed by bandits or the like):
Meriel was brought up by a welcoming family. Her older sister, Allania, was usually the one to care for Meriel. Being the youngest was easy for Meriel, because there were little to no responsibilities. Meriel enjoyed being outside by herself, mostly because she didn’t have many friends as a child. Meriel taught herself how to wrestle pigs and make the perfect mud pie. She loved to get herself all dirty and muddy so she can make little pathways throughout the house. Eventually Allania would have to prepare a bath for little Meriel. Life couldn’t have been simpler.
On the other hand, Meriel never learned to read and write. Meriel became too busy focusing on the farm life rather than any fancy academic hoo-hah. Allania would instead read and write for her. There was no need to learn. There was farmwork to be done. Farmwork was the only thing Meriel ever actually worried about. What did she expect?
It was the middle of the night when Meriel heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like someone was talking to themselves. Terrified, Meriel quickly pitter-pattered to Allania’s bed for help. Shaking her, Meriel woke Allenia up, and began to tug on Allania’s nightgown to get her to follow her.
Meriel slowly followed behind her older sibling. She trembled in her small slippers as she watched her older sister aim her bow at the darkness. Meriel was told to stay at the top of the steps. She did so. Meriel carefully whispered down the steps for Allie, just to see if she was still there. Suddenly, the small elf heard screaming. This startled her, causing her to rush back to her room in fear. Meriel slammed and barricaded the door with her rocking chair. Swiftly she retreated underneath her bed to hide. The screaming eventually morphed into crying, and Meriel remained frightened and silent. Eventually she fell asleep underneath the bed once the crying seemed to die down.
The next morning Meriel walked down to the dining room to find her mother and her older sister sitting at the table, absolutely distraught. After a long talk with the two, Meriel decided that if she were to help protect her family, she needed to get stronger. For months and years after she made sure to keep in tip-top shape for the farm and the safety of the house. Sometimes Meriel sparred with Allania. The bond between the two sisters grew stronger over time.
Eventually a new member, Orianna, joined the family, but Meriel didn’t take much time to pay much attention to that. It seemed to be that they were the new child of Allania. Slowly but surely, Meriel began to notice that her sister moved her attention to the new kid instead of her. Denying her jealousy, Meriel took the time to work even harder to get Allania’s attention once more. More training. More working. More farming.
Many years later, the family had to move out of Beshwall due to Savage infestation. Now they move towards Enris where it is said to be the safest place possible at the moment. New home. New future.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To help the world through feeding and protecting the innocent, as well to protect her own family from the dangers of the world.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Meriel is a very very buff girl, and is able to fist fight any bloke down the block. Being very outgoing and friendly, Mariel lives for joy. A good smile can go a long way for her. Having a very keen sense of hearing, Meriel loves to eavesdrop on unsuspecting saps at the tavern every once in a while. Meriel has very green thumb and can maintain a farm with ease.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Meriel unfortunately doesn’t know how to read or write and usually depends on other people to read to her or write for her. Meriel has a bad habit of eavesdropping as well as she’s very impulsive. Temper may sometimes get the best of her. She also has a lot of paranoia and may be quick to jump to conclusions.
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: You already have it :3
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yuppers! Still looking to see if there is some code word I should be saying that I am missing..
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic. Practically you are Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing the role of another character. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I SAID NO! NOBODY HERE CAN USE THEM! GOSH DARNIT *flips all tables*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as "((Cool People Use Brackets))"
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? I have have a lot of rp experience....am I supposed to list all the servers and stuff? Land of Olivin Shrines of the Ancients Spirits of the Oasis/Rise of the Elders The Anerian Chronicles Gildorym Something else Small Fractions of other roleplay
Character Information
Name: Daisy Ronhave
Age: 17
Class: Farmer
Physical description: Daisy is a fragile looking young woman who stands at 5'3. She is as thin as a stick, almost skin and bones. She is almost completely flat chested, but she manages a fair figure. She has light pale skin, freckles littering her shoulders. Flowers of all sorts are braided into her thick brown hair. Her big blue eyes radiate curiosity, optimism and a small glimmer of ignorance. She has a very round and soft facial structure, almost resembling one of a child. She has a thin pinkish dress made of silk and polyester. Daisy walks around barefoot, where cuts and bruises can be seen on her feet. Her mouth doesn’t seem to show emotion, almost deadpan.
Biography (Minimum 300 words. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like.):
You are handed a journal with “Daisy” sewed in cursive with green thread on the cover. You decide to open it, because why the hell not?
The first few pages have bad grammar, spelling, and pretty horrific handwriting.
“Daisy Age 7 Year 1304 Mommy says I need to rite down my feellings so I don’t go crasy like Auntie Diane, so she gave me this book. I tolded her that I don’t want too, but she dosn’t doesn’t lissen to me. Oh well. I will start now. The kids at my skool are super meen to me. They called me stupid and a loonaticklunutik crasy person. Nobudy trys to be my frend, but I don’t know why. I wont hurt anyone! I am a nice girl! Not meen! A girl named Lolla was frends with me for a little bit, cuz she is super duper nice. She let me go to her house and her mommy made us yummy cookys cookies. We play tag and ball and we do all the fun games. She tolded me secrets and then I tolded her secrets. My secret was about my pet fishie named Goldie and how she can say things like apple. Then I tolded her about how my vegetblesveggietibles food that grows on the farm talk to me too. Lolla tolded her mommy about my fishie and food and then her mommy say I can’t play with Lolla anymore. Now I don’t have any frends! I don’t like skool very much. I like home becuz we have a farm with food and aminals. I like to pretend that my aminals can talk and that I am the prinsess of nacher nature. My aminals are nicer to me than the stupid kids at skool.”
You decide to skip a few pages because you obviously see that this isn’t going anywhere. The following pages have a more clear and readable handwriting. The grammar is much better, and the spelling is actually decent for a change. Hopefully you will find more information as you drag on.
“Daisy Ronhave Age 12 Year 1309 A few days ago one of my peers accused me of biting them, with a couple of other students claiming to be ‘witnesses’. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of Braxia acts exactly like this...anyways...my teachers didn’t react well to it, and in result I got whipped a couple of times. Mom and Dad are also mad at me, even though I keep telling them that I didn’t do it. I overheard Mom asking Dad if they could drop me off at an adoption center. That is when I began to cry. Dad rose his voice saying that I am their child and I shouldn’t be just given up on. Then he proposed the idea of moving to a new town, for a new reputation. Mom snapped at him saying that it was the most idiotic idea ever. That remark ended up in retaliation and a fight started. I respect my Dad for thinking I just need a second chance, like an actual human being. Unlike my Mom who is deeply afraid of me. She said a lot of times that I shouldn’t go to school or be seen in public.. Why must Mom be scared of me? I hate my peers even more now because if they just decided not to spread hurtful rumors about me, my entire family wouldn’t be in this mess. I decided to flee to my room and talk to the potted tulip on my bedside table. I don’t have anyone else to talk to, because Mom avoids me and Dad is usually at work. I use the alternative and express my emotions to plants. Plants don’t judge you, or yell at you, or accuse you of biting children, or avoid you, or whip you. They just sit there and listen. They sit there and listen while they give you more air as if they are saying ‘Please, tell me more.’. Although they don’t really talk, I like to pretend that plants have meaningful conversations with me. Mom disapproves, though. She says that it is the same thing as talking to myself, and that only idiots talk to themselves.. How about I not speak at all, Mom?! Would you like that?! There isn’t a point in talking now anyways because everyone thinks I am some diseased psycho who likes hurting children as a hobby. The town usually calls me an “abnormal”, which doesn’t even make sense. What makes me abnormal? What does normal even mean anyways? Since when was there a normal human being!? Maybe I don’t want to be normal! Maybe being different is a good thing! How about that?!”
You skip ahead multiple pages
“Daisy Ronhave Age 15 Year 1312 Today is the second anniversary of Mom and Dad’s official divorce. I am sleeping at Dad’s house from now on because Mom is going to give birth to my half sibling soon, and she is anxious that I will be a bad influence on the baby. I don’t even want to see the baby anyone. Like I wanna see the direct result of what happens when my own Mother removes herself from the family that she is ashamed to call her own. Mom even had the nerve to change her last name. No longer is her name ‘Eve Ronhave’ but ‘Eve Underhill’. Personally, I wouldn’t want my last name to sound like I live under a hill. I have been homeschooled for a year now because the abuse was too much. I feel a lot happier learning in a more comfortable environment. It does get lonely very very often, but it’s not like it’s the first time I feel secluded from society. I work on the farm more often now, because Dad feels like I deserve an actual chance to practice maintaining a well-paying job. I love my Dad a lot, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so rude to him in recent years. He has defended me all this time and all I did was just kick dust back in his face. I apologized to him today and he just smiled and he quipped ‘You’re a good kid.’. Those four words made me feel so so so so happy. To know my own Father thinks that I am a ‘good kid’. Take that, half sibling! I think I am gonna sleep very well tonight.”
You sigh as you feel like you’re never gonna get info out of this nut-job. You flip through a few more pages, barely skimming each page. She refuses to speak to you, this diary isn’t giving you anything you want to hear. All you know is that this lady didn’t have any friends, was hated by her mother, and she talked to plants. Suddenly, you stop flipping to find you are on the last page.
“Daisy Ronhave Age 17 Year 1314 I, Daisy Verdin Ronhave, have recently decided to take part in Robert Ewarding’s expedition. I will depart at Rocky Cape and will arrive at Roland’s Field. My Father, Carlos Ronhave, has given me full permission to be part of this expedition. I choose to take part because I lust for freedom and independence from home, and this may be one of my only chances for a better life, and I wish to take advantage of the opportunity. Home has many enraging, depressing, and confusing memories stained onto it, and there is no hope for me to maintain a job other than on the farm. For 17 years I have lived and worked on a farm somewhere in the Braxian Kingdom, and I officially decree that I will be dismissing myself from that lifestyle. My biological Mother has not written to me since the birth of my half sister, and so this will be the last entry where she is mentioned. Furthermore, I have put it upon myself to supply crops grown solely from my farm. I have supplied food, water, and seeds for growing on the new land. This is my last written entry.”
Well then...
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make everyone happy, to make lots of friends, and to spread da love! <3
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Daisy is the more “just keep swimming” type. Although she doesn’t have many friends, she can still maintain happiness even from a lack of social interaction. Daisy is very nimble in her hands and feet, and can actually take one by surprise. Daisy is very level-headed, and can handle many situations in a more mature fashion.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Daisy wouldn’t be considered one with the best tongue. She is very bad at lying, being persuasive, haggling, flirting, and in general talking. Attempting to talk would result in stuttering, lisping, and would just be stuck mid-sentence. Daisy is a bit of a pushover. She isn’t the best at “fitting in” either. Daisy is sensitive to extreme temperatures, so a sunburn or dry skin isn’t uncommon. Her immune system is pretty bad, too. She catches cold a lot, and every once in a while she is struck with fever.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a broken ankle trying to make your way home:
Daisy sniffles, limping down the street. I hate everything.. she silently curses. After accidentally breaking her poor little ankle by getting her bare foot caught under a tree root, she drags her pitiful butt down the path that leads to home. I really need to rethink the whole “going barefoot” thing...
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her: Daisy backs away, cowering from the stranger. She lets out a whimper or two, shaking her head rapidly. “WELL, WIMP?! HOW ELSE AM I GONNA PAY FOR A NEW SHIRT?! RED STAINS DON’T JUST GO AWAY!” the stranger rants to the pitiful young woman. Daisy just cowers into a corner, the stranger rolling up his sleeves. Suddenly, Daisy strikes at the stranger’s nose. The stranger suddenly backs away, holding onto his injured smell-detector. Daisy immediately flees from the tavern, squealing as she does so.
Your superior asks for a favour you would have problem doing:
Dad nudges me awake with one hand, holding a shovel in the other. I slowly gain consciousness when I suddenly realise the purpose of the shovel. It’s my turn to shovel the cow-patties this week. “Oh...come on, Dad, can’t you do it this week? It’s smeelllyyy....” I whine Dad gives me the stink-eye and I know that I have no choice. “FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” I grunt
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle: Failing Currancy Empiracle heart city lost to the invading Grand Guyrese Army during the "Great Dividing War" Loss of Gart’nun Isles to the Guyrese and Braxians
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Braxian Explorer, Robert Ewarding (I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about him~! <3)
Where is the expedition to be launched from?: WEEELLLL....We depart at Roland’s Basin Field and we cross Rocky Cape on the way there, and then we reach our destination!
Questions or comments?: I guess SUMF is still cool, right?....Right? I swear I have to have forgotten something...
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: You already have it :3
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yuppers! Still looking to see if there is some code word I should be saying that I am missing..
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic. Practically you are Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing the role of another character. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I SAID NO! NOBODY HERE CAN USE THEM! GOSH DARNIT *flips all tables*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as "((Cool People Use Brackets))"
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? I have have a lot of rp experience....am I supposed to list all the servers and stuff? Land of Olivin Shrines of the Ancients Spirits of the Oasis/Rise of the Elders The Anerian Chronicles Gildorym Something else Small Fractions of other roleplay
Character Information
Name: Daisy Ronhave
Age: 17
Class: Farmer
Physical description: Daisy is a fragile looking young woman who stands at 5'3. She is as thin as a stick, almost skin and bones. She is almost completely flat chested, but she manages a fair figure. She has light pale skin, freckles littering her shoulders. Flowers of all sorts are braided into her thick brown hair. Her big blue eyes radiate curiosity, optimism and a small glimmer of ignorance. She has a very round and soft facial structure, almost resembling one of a child. She has a thin pinkish dress made of silk and polyester. Daisy walks around barefoot, where cuts and bruises can be seen on her feet. Her mouth doesn’t seem to show emotion, almost deadpan.
Biography (Minimum 300 words. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like.):
You are handed a journal with “Daisy” sewed in cursive with green thread on the cover. You decide to open it, because why the hell not?
The first few pages have bad grammar, spelling, and pretty horrific handwriting.
“Daisy Age 7 Year 1304 Mommy says I need to rite down my feellings so I don’t go crasy like Auntie Diane, so she gave me this book. I tolded her that I don’t want too, but she dosn’t doesn’t lissen to me. Oh well. I will start now. The kids at my skool are super meen to me. They called me stupid and a loonaticklunutik crasy person. Nobudy trys to be my frend, but I don’t know why. I wont hurt anyone! I am a nice girl! Not meen! A girl named Lolla was frends with me for a little bit, cuz she is super duper nice. She let me go to her house and her mommy made us yummy cookys cookies. We play tag and ball and we do all the fun games. She tolded me secrets and then I tolded her secrets. My secret was about my pet fishie named Goldie and how she can say things like apple. Then I tolded her about how my vegetblesveggietibles food that grows on the farm talk to me too. Lolla tolded her mommy about my fishie and food and then her mommy say I can’t play with Lolla anymore. Now I don’t have any frends! I don’t like skool very much. I like home becuz we have a farm with food and aminals. I like to pretend that my aminals can talk and that I am the prinsess of nacher nature. My aminals are nicer to me than the stupid kids at skool.”
You decide to skip a few pages because you obviously see that this isn’t going anywhere. The following pages have a more clear and readable handwriting. The grammar is much better, and the spelling is actually decent for a change. Hopefully you will find more information as you drag on.
“Daisy Ronhave Age 12 Year 1309 A few days ago one of my peers accused me of biting them, with a couple of other students claiming to be ‘witnesses’. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of Braxia acts exactly like this...anyways...my teachers didn’t react well to it, and in result I got whipped a couple of times. Mom and Dad are also mad at me, even though I keep telling them that I didn’t do it. I overheard Mom telling Dad that I might need to be sent to a hospital again. Dad stated that I don’t need therapy, just a new reputation. Then he proposed the idea of moving to a new town. Mom snapped at him saying that it was the most idiotic idea ever. That remark ended up in retaliation and a fight started. I respect my Dad for thinking I just need a second chance, like an actual human being. Unlike my Mom who is deeply afraid of me. She said a lot of times that I should have therapy or intense mental care. Why must Mom be scared of me? I hate my peers even more now because if they just decided not to spread hurtful rumors about me, my entire family wouldn’t be in this mess. I decided to go to my room and talk to the potted tulip on my bedside table. I don’t have anyone else to talk to, because Mom avoids me and Dad is usually at work. I use the alternative and express my emotions to plants. Plants don’t judge you, or yell at you, or accuse you of biting children, or avoid you, or whip you. They just sit there and listen. They sit there and listen while they give you more air as if they are saying ‘Please, tell me more.’. Although they don’t really talk, I like to pretend that plants have meaningful conversations with me. The only reason I don’t talk to plants as often anymore is because Mom sent me to a therapist for 3 years just because I was ‘speaking to myself’. How about I not speak at all, Mom?! Would you like that?! There isn’t a point in talking now anyways because everyone thinks I am some diseased psycho who likes hurting children as a hobby. The town usually calls me an “abnormal”, which doesn’t even make sense. What makes me abnormal? What does normal even mean anyways? Since when was there a normal human being!? Maybe I don’t want to be normal! Maybe being different is a good thing! How about that?!”
You skip ahead multiple pages
“Daisy Ronhave Age 15 Year 1312 Today is the second anniversary of Mom and Dad’s official divorce. I am sleeping at Dad’s house from now on because Mom is going to give birth to my half sibling soon, and she is anxious that I will be a bad influence on the baby. I don’t even want to see the baby anyone. Like I wanna see the direct result of what happens when my own Mother removes herself from the family that she is ashamed to call her own. Mom even had the nerve to change her last name. No longer is her name ‘Eve Ronhave’ but ‘Eve Underhill’. Personally, I wouldn’t want my last name to sound like I live under a hill. I have been homeschooled for a year now because the abuse was too much. I feel a lot happier learning in a more comfortable environment. It does get lonely very very often, but it’s not like it’s the first time I feel secluded from society. I work on the farm more often now, because Dad feels like I deserve an actual chance to practice maintaining a well-paying job. I love my Dad a lot, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so rude to him in recent years. He has defended me all this time and all I did was just kick dust back in his face. I apologized to him today and he just smiled and he quipped ‘You’re a good kid.’. Those four words made me feel so so so so happy. To know my own Father thinks that I am a ‘good kid’. Take that, half sibling! I think I am gonna sleep very well tonight.”
You sigh as you feel like you’re never gonna get info out of this nut-job. You flip through a few more pages, barely skimming each page. She refuses to speak to you, this diary isn’t giving you anything you want to hear. All you know is that this lady didn’t have any friends, was hated by her mother, and she talked to plants. Suddenly, you stop flipping to find you are on the last page.
“Daisy Ronhave Age 17 Year 1314 I, Daisy Verdin Ronhave, have recently decided to take part in Robert Ewarding’s expedition. I will depart at Rocky Cape and will arrive at Roland’s Field. My Father, Carlos Ronhave, has given me full permission to be part of this expedition. For 17 years I have lived and worked on a farm somewhere in the Braxian Kingdom, and I officially decree that I will be dismissing myself from that lifestyle. My biological Mother has not written to me since the birth of my half sister, and so this will be the last entry where she is mentioned. Furthermore, I have put it upon myself to supply crops grown solely from my farm. I have supplied food, water, and seeds for growing on the new land. This is my last written entry.”
Well then...
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make everyone happy, to make lots of friends, and to spread da love! <3
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Daisy is the more “just keep swimming” type. Although she doesn’t have many friends, she can still maintain happiness even from a lack of social interaction. Daisy is very nimble in her hands and feet, and can actually take one by surprise. Daisy is very level-headed, and can handle many situations in a more mature fashion.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Daisy wouldn’t be considered one with the best tongue. She is very bad at lying, being persuasive, haggling, flirting, and in general talking. Attempting to talk would result in stuttering, lisping, and would just be stuck mid-sentence. Daisy is a bit of a pushover. She isn’t the best at “fitting in” either. Daisy is sensitive to extreme temperatures, so a sunburn or dry skin isn’t uncommon. Her immune system is pretty bad, too. She catches cold a lot, and every once in a while she is struck with fever.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a broken ankle trying to make your way home:
Daisy sniffles, limping down the street. I hate everything.. she silently curses. After accidentally breaking her poor little ankle by getting her bare foot caught under a tree root, she drags her pitiful butt down the path that leads to home. I really need to rethink the whole “going barefoot” thing...
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her: Daisy backs away, cowering from the stranger. She lets out a whimper or two, shaking her head rapidly. “WELL, WIMP?! HOW ELSE AM I GONNA PAY FOR A NEW SHIRT?! RED STAINS DON’T JUST GO AWAY!” the stranger rants to the pitiful young woman. Daisy just cowers into a corner, the stranger rolling up his sleeves. Suddenly, Daisy strikes at the stranger’s nose. The stranger suddenly backs away, holding onto his injured smell-detector. Daisy immediately flees from the tavern, squealing as she does so.
Your superior asks for a favour you would have problem doing: Dad nudges me awake with one hand, holding a shovel in the other. I slowly gain consciousness when I suddenly realise the purpose of the shovel. It’s my turn to shovel the cow-patties this week. “Oh...come on, Dad, can’t you do it this week? It’s smeelllyyy....” I whine Dad gives me the stink-eye and I know that I have no choice. “FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” I grunt
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle: Failing Currancy Empiracle heart city lost to the invading Grand Guyrese Army during the "Great Dividing War" Loss of Gart’nun Isles to the Guyrese and Braxians
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Braxian Explorer, Robert Ewarding (I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about him~! <3)
Where is the expedition to be launched from?: WEEELLLL....We depart at Rocky Cape and then we land at Roland’s Basin Field.
Questions or comments?: I guess SUMF is still cool, right?....Right?
Dear Staff,
I have been a complete butthole and have abandoned you for 4 weeks now. Well, it will stop. I will be on the forums often, maybe not on the server, but definitely on the forums. I am sorry for being a really bad staff member. I will try to get back on track.
~Bunnyfufu299
I just wanna say something that may or may not get me in trouble.
This server is amazing, and that I wish I could get on more.
No, seriously, for anyone thinking of applying that are reading this right now, DO IT!
It is so worth it. <3
~Bunnyfufu299
IGN: bunnyfufu299 (No virus can hold me down forever!)
Real-Life Age: 12
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Ye already have it. Silly billy.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yuppers.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Preforming an action that would be almost if not completely impossible to do in your characters situation. I.E. Being Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Taking OOC information to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing as the role as a fictional/non-fictional character, in a form that is both fun and fair. Kinda like playing "pretend", but to THE NEXT LEVEEEEELLLLLL.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: NOOOOBODDDDYYYY! *flips desk*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the person owning the character allows the death of the character, or in a situation that makes it IMPOSSIBLE to survive.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Only in OOC chat, oorrr using (*) when trying to say something OOC.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yuppers.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Characters approved by staff, or has studied REALLY REALLY REALLY REAAAALLLLYYYYY hard at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: Medori, or people that were separated from the rest of the humans in the rising.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R, there was a rebellion, and it stopped the Linyera dynasty.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people that protect the Chancellery from BAD THINGS!
What are the Net and Essence? The net is kinda like a barrier that stops you from falling to your death, and you get to keep all of your items- BUT! If you don't have 3 levels of Essence...YOU LOSE AAALLLLL OF YOUR ITEMS! Essence is kinda like... experience, but you can put them in emeralds.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have roleplayed for 2 years now, and I have been on 6 servers so far, hoping to reach my 7th one soon!
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Land of Ovilin: Ended Another one with a name I forgot: Quit, staff was STOOPID. Shrines of the Ancients: Ended (and that stupid virus RUINED EEEVERRRYTHING!) Rise of the Elders: It just didn't work out. Gildorym: Didn't quit yet, SOOO MUCH FUUUUUN! Akavir: Didn't quit, not sure if I should.
Character Information
Name: Eileen Hamilton
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Chancellory
Physical description: Eileen has red hair, and a smile that radiates her friendliness. She stands at 5"11, and wears clothing that were passed down from her father. Her posture stands straight, and she is as thin as rails. Her skin is as pale as snow, and freckles covering most of her body.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Eileen was born in a small house, and was raised with her sister, her father, and her cat. Everything was simple, and everyone was happy. Eileen would bring home firewood and food, her sister would make sure everything was nice and organised, and her father got the money. The cat...well...the cat was there for Eileen, she will be explained later in the story.
Through her life, Eileen was a seemingly simple girl. She was pretty, she was smart, and she did what she was told. Though, never judge a book by it's cover. Beyond that little body and big brain, was a creative and hopeful soul. Eileen always loved to think. It was her favorite thing to do. She thought about how someday she will make a difference in the world...somehow. She always thought how things came to be, and how the world is so unique and special. Eileen thought she could do anything, that problems can't stop her. She was right, too...kinda...
At the age of 3, Eileen's mother became very ill. Eileen didn't know this at the time, but everyone else did. Eileen thought her mother just had a cold, or was tired more than usual. Eileen began to do more chores around the house, like cleaning the floors and picking up the toys. Simple stuff. After a while, Eileen noticed her mother began to act weird. Her mother became stressed, and a bit childish. Before you know it, she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't even stand correctly.
At the age of 5, Eileen's mother dies. This was never mentioned to Eileen, and she was always told that "She went to a better place, and she feels better now." Eileen felt happy hearing this, knowing her mother is in a better place. Though, it would be nice to see her every once in a while. Eileen felt lonely, and wanted to see her mother. It was ok though, she had a home, food, money, and a family. Eileen told herself to be happy, and that her mother was in a better place.
Throughout Eileen's life, she was given more and more chores, and she was ok with it. She did it, and it was done.
At the age of 12, Eileen's father told her that "The tradition must be passed down" and that she is ready to learn how to build and invent. Of course, Eileen said yes. Thus, beginning the biggest mistake of her life. Eileen's father brought her down to his workshop, and began to teach her the ways of mechanics. The first few days of training was just her being taught everything she needs to know about gears, nuts, bolts, wiring, and such. Eileen learned that quick. Then she learned about safety, and how to deal with tools and such. Then she moved onto the little parts of inventing, like screwing a lose bolt, or just passing her father the tools he needs. Then she was taught how to handle dangerous situations, and that was pretty hard for her.
Weeks and months passed, and she learned everything she needed to know. All she needed to do then was to build something useful, and to sell it to the public. (Uh oh..) For months, and then years, she attempted to build...SOMETHING! Everything failed, either because no one would want to buy it, or she failed to build it correctly, or it was just impossible to make. She just couldn't do it. Everything Eileen would try to make blew up in her face - literally. She didn't give up, though. She knew it was her destiny, and that she just needs a bit of practice.
On her 16th birthday, Eileen was given the best present she could ever be given; a little, cute, tabby cat. Eileen fell in love with it instantly. She didn't know what to name it, so she let the name come to her. After a while, she noticed that the cat somehow got the Mozzarella cheese from downstairs, and began to eat a whole chunk of it. Eileen noticed this, and named the cat Mozzarella, or "Mozz" for short. Eileen loved Mozzarella, and Mozzarella loved Eileen. Eileen then wondered if Mozzarella was her mother, but just in a cat. Afterwards, Eileen's love for Mozz became stronger. Eileen told her secrets, and Mozzy comforted Eileen whenever she got scared or lonely. Mozz was Eileen's best friend, and it will stay that way.
Years passed, and Eileen grew. When she knew it was time, she moved out of the house, and brought her tools and Mozzarella with her. Eileen didn't get any better at mechanics, but she still tries. Eileen thought that maybe some day, she will be able to build something helpful to everyone. So, as she walked away from her house, she held her head up high, and looked forward to her future.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To actually be good at something for once, and to finally INVENT SOMETHING THAT WORKS!
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Eileen is kind hearted, friendly, and an overall good person to be around. Eileen is that type of person that does good for goodness' sake, not because she is directed to by law or by whim. She is a determind spirit, who does not break easily. Her need to help others and reduce suffering may take precedence over all else.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Though Eileen is an inventor, she can't invent if her life depended on it. She is a klutzy, flakey, easily distracted, slightly obnoxious woman. She is weak, and barely can keep her balance, even standing up. She always messes up on almost everything, and she just can't get the fact through her head that inventing is NOT what she is meant to do.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No..I don't think so...
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
(I am going to do this in different forms of literature, bear with me.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl.
As Eileen walks down the streets of the Capitol, and sees the pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl. Oh dear, she looks like she is in trouble... what should I do? Maybe I can create a distraction. Eileen thought to herself. Eileen reaches into her pocket and pulls out a firecracker. (Best place to put an explosive object: IN YOUR POCKET!) As she begins to light it up, she realizes that it was not a firecracker, but a bomb. She quickly throws it into the sewer drain, hoping it wouldn't explode. Sadly, she didn't hope enough, and the sewer explodes. Distracting the men, and everyone else, Eileen goes to the girl, takes her hand, and runs. (Oh god, this story is SO not getting me accepted.)
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded. "Where is Bloodstone?" Eileen asked. "Er....well...umm..." The man stutters as he tries to answer. "...Isn't that the place with the creepy monsters?" Eileen once again asked. "Well, yes...I mean not really...maybe-" The man stutters. "Not going, thanks anyways." Eileen interrupts the man, and walks away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
As Eileen reaches into her pocket, she pulls out a few berries, and gives them to the man. "Thank you, Miss! Thank you!" The man exclaims, as he pops them into his mouth. Eileen walks away smiling, never actually realizing she gave him poisonous berries.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"My mother isn't around, so I can't say that is false..." I stated with a blank expression. The man smirked, as he chugged down more of his drink. I wanted to hurt him, but I resisted the urge. Father wouldn't approve.
"You aren't denying it, so it must be true! Haha!" The man laughed. I couldn't deal with him anymore, so I grabbed him by the ear, and held him close to my face.
"Don't you EVER....EVER...talk about my mother like that..." I hissed at him, and I let him go.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Eileen: Excuse me, miss, that is a lovely necklace you have there, do you know where I can buy one like that?
Woman: Oh, my Uncle made it for me, it isn't being sold anywhere, I am sorry.
Eileen: Oh, well...Ok. Have a nice day though!
*Eileen and the Woman goes their separate ways*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Not really...
OOC: IGN: bunnyfufu299 Age: 12 Why us?: Tiffosaur told me about it, and it looks cool :3 Have you "liked" our minecraftforum thread?: No...should I? Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will until I find out more about the roleplay and staff... Define Role-Playing in your words: Playing as the role of a specific character. Hence the name “roleplaying”. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info to your advantage IC. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing things that would be impossible to do in real life. IE. Being Jesus 2.0
IC: Name: Dawnli Ryheart Age: 180 Gender: Female Race: Wood Elf Appearance: Dawnli is a strikingly beautiful woman standing at about 6”4. She wears a fur cape that drapes down at her feet, and a hood that covers most of her head; with her face and only a few locks of red hair showing. Her bright green eyes sparkle with her enthusiasm, and her smile radiates her friendliness. Her face is littered with freckles, and her red rosey cheeks only adds to the fun. Personality: Dawnli is kind hearted, slightly obnoxious, friendly, and an overall good person to be around. Dawnli is that type of person that does good for goodness' sake, not because she is directed to by law or by whim. Dawnli will obey the law, or break it when she sees that it will serve a greater good. She isn't bound strongly to a social system or order. Her need to help others and reduce suffering may take precedence over all else. In-game RP example: *Back in the tribe, when Dawnli was younger, she sits next to her childhood friend* (Does it still count?) Friend: Hey Dawnli, ever thought of running away? Dawnli: Why do ya ask? Friend: Well, you always talk about how you want to adventure and everything- Dawnli: I didn’t mean run away! Ya poot! Here, I made us some bread, here. *Dawnli tosses a piece of bread to her friend* Dawnli: It is a bit burnt, but overall a good supper! Friend: I swear, Dawnli, you are too good! Keep givin’ out food like this, and you’re gonna starve! Dawnli: Givin’ be better than gettin’, don’t ya think? Friend: Well, I better get givin’ then...
Background: Dawnli was born in the wilderness, in a tribe that no longer exists. Life was perfect there. Dawnli would wake up in the morning, and walk outside to see nature everywhere. She loved it. At day, there would be children playing with the goats, and parents working away for survival. She loved it. There would be a celebration every night, where people would dance and sing. People made beautiful necklaces of many colors and shapes. There would be toys made for the children, just for giggles; and she loved it. Nothing was wasted. When you finished your food, the scraps would be used for compost or fed to the goats. Torn clothes would make a good blanket, and the leftover stalks from corn would be made into decorations.
Her mother, Anathim, was in charge of cooking and cleaning, and making sure everything was perfect. Dawnli would find her outside farming, or by the pond, cleaning the laundry. Her father, Elissar, was out hunting for animals so he could sell the meat for food and clothes. She was taught to beware power, for it can corrupt. (“Absolute power can corrupt absolutely” ~The person who made that up) Dawnli was in charge of being a child. Just an ordinary child. Though, Dawnli failed miserably at being just "ordinary". As she grew older, her mother would try to teach her how to cook and farm, but she wouldn't listen. She didn't want to grow up as someone who would clean the house or cook the food. She wanted adventure; excitement! Dawnli wanted to be a boy. She wanted to be a tough boy. She wanted to grow up and learn to hunt. She longed for adventure. For years and years she was trained to farm and cook, and never enjoyed it. Though, relaxing, there was never a joy to it. She learned to accept it, but always dreamed of becoming a hunter like her father.
For decades Dawnli would be the woman she was supposed to be, and learn to farm and cook; and clean and care. She wanted more, and if she had to break the tradition, so be it. When she was 73, she asked her father if she could come with him to hunt. Dawnli's father hesitated. I mean, who would ever bring their daughter out hunting? Dawnli's father finally accepted the request, and she quickly got dressed and they both hurried off into the wilderness. As they were walking past the huge trees, they came to a halt. Her father then picked up a small bow, leaning next to a tree. Her father handed it to her. "I used that bow when I was little, and when my father was training me!" Dawnli's father exclaimed. "How about try shooting that tree, Dawnli?" Dawnli's father offered. "Position your hands like this, and hold the arrow here. Use your mind to make a trajectory, and pull back the string as hard as you can!" Dawnli's father explained, as he was positioning her hands. Dawnli squinted and focused on the target, and pulled back as hard as she could, and she fired. The arrow didn't hit the tree, but it did hit the tree past it. "Good job! All you need to do is steady your aim and you can be as good as me!" Dawnli's father proclaimed. Hours of practice passed, and the sun started to set. "Let's go home now, it is getting dark." Dawnli's father said, and they both started walking home.
Dawnli and her father would practice the bow for months, and her father saw something in Dawnli. He saw a hero, a rebel, and a woman of independent personality. He knew she could survive anything. He knew that Dawnli is different, not knowing how, he just knew. After a while, Dawnli not only was able to hit the tree, but hit animals too. Dawnli's father started teaching her other things other than bow. "Dawnli, you seem to have improved in your bow skills, and for that I am willing to teach you about setting snares." Dawnli's father stated. Of course, Dawnli accepted her father's offer within a split second. "Ok then, first we need a rock, a stick, and some string." Said her father. After a few minutes of searching, collecting, and building, Dawnli and her father finally made the snare. "Now, we wait. Let's go home and have some food. After we can come back and see if we caught anything." Stated her father, as they walked back to the tribe.
When they came back, nothing was caught, and the string was torn. This was only Dawnli's first try though. After many attempts, Dawnli finally caught a rabbit, and it was the best stew she ever made. Dawnli only got better at setting up traps, and everyone could see it. The people of the tribe started questioning how a girl could be so talented at hunting, but she ignored it. She knew that this was something she loved, and nothing can stop her. Dawnli's father taught her more hunting techniques, and she only got better. Sometimes Dawnli would teach her father new techniques. It was only a matter of time before she started surpassing the men. After her 178th birthday, Dawnli was able to completely hunt by herself. She was able to climb the trees, and set snares. She was good as any other hunter. Dawnli's hunting skills made the boys jealous, and some even had a "thing" for her. All was perfect, and she loved it. Dawnli decided to move out of the house and live by herself. She was a woman of skills and agility, not only was she able to farm (Rarely does it), but she was able to hunt and make clothes and money. She was an independent woman, a one of a kind. A girl who broke the tradition for adventure. Nothing can stop her.
One day, Dawnli was out hunting, like usual. She would throw a rock at some bushes, and birds started flying upwards. She shot one, and she put it in her bag. She would trap a critter of some kind in her snare, kill it, and add it to her bag. Dawnli would be by the pond, with a spear in hand. She would get a couple of fish, and out it in her bag. Sometimes if she was lucky she would find a bear or moose. One night, she was resting in the trees, watching the stars and moon. Suddenly, a stampede of deer rushed by! Dawnli's instincts were telling her to run too, but she noticed they were running away from where the tribe was. Without hesitation, she ran to the tribe, only to find it burning in flames. Dawnli stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. Out of nowhere a group of men were surrounding her. The men were huge, and were wearing bright colorful masks. Dawnli quickly ran away from the group of men, and into the wilderness once again. She heard screams and roars of murder and bloodlust behind her, and she didn't turn back. She travelled far away from the site of the tribe, and didn’t dare to turn back. Though, she also didn’t want to dangle in the past. She didn’t think of “What could've happened” and thought of “What will happen”.
After weeks of travelling, she came upon Akavir. She wasn’t used to being in a place without many trees, or with huge buildings, and with so many people. Dawnli settled in, but most likely will never learn to “fit in” with the crowd. Her tribe will always be in her heart, no matter what.
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Edited my app because I felt like it would be unnecessary to re-post the whole thing.
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Character Information
Name: Amrielli (Last name unknown)
Age: 76
Race: Elf
Physical description: Delicate-looking and graceful, Amrielli is decorated with beads, gold, and jewels. Standing at 5’7”, she is terribly skinny. Shoulders slightly hunch forward, her dress loosely falling around her body. Tied up in a loose bun, her hair dyed emerald green shines either like bright and healthy summer leaves, or disgusting mold growing on the oldest of stones, depending on how you look at her. Her face looks young but experienced, her eyes questioning everything it sees. Her sickly pale hands are nimble and boney, inspecting everything it touches.
Screen capture of your skin (I recommend uploading to imgur and posting link here): http://i.imgur.com/GEPV9MX.png
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. Try and avoid clichés such as loved one being killed by bandits or the like):
Raised in Mezenia, Amrielli can’t tell the difference between the impossible and the factual anymore. Amrielli’s parents were never in the picture to begin with, leaving her with her Aunt Pova. Pova was seldom financially stable, which meant the two of them lived off of thrown out scraps and potentially poisonous fruits and berries. Amrielli couldn’t complain, though, for the whole time she didn’t know there was something to complain about. She grew up thinking a lifestyle under a makeshift shelter was normal. Pova didn’t allow whining anyways.
Using their wits, the two found that they could scrape money off of amateur fortune telling. Pova was the one to “reveal” the fortunes, while Amrielli would pretend to be a bewildered customer to attract more people. This career surprisingly worked out for the both of them, and they finally earned enough to pay for a small hut just on the edge of Oddonwall.
Slowly Amrielli began to learn how to “tell one’s fortunes”, as well. Their gig became famous, people from all over Oddonwall traveling to their hut just to get a simple reading. The business evolved, and the partners began to travel, presenting their “gifts” to the world. Everyone loved the two of them. Oozing with wealth, the two lived the life of luxury for a while. Sadly, the fortunes began to take a dark turn when Pova began to use drugs and hallucinogens to drug people into thinking they’re going into a “spiritual state.”. The drugs themselves varied from steam to drinks, and with the customers, Pova and Amrielli were affected by these drugs over time. Their minds were slowly warped and mangled, causing them to either speak absolute nonsense or having panic attacks during the readings. People thought that spirits were truly speaking through them, and Amrielli also began to believe this.
This idea that Amrielli was a true speaker for the spirits began to get to her. It corrupted her, spoiled her. She began to think that if she does read the future, that she deserves more acknowledgement. Amrielli wanted to have the business and money to herself, claiming that Pova was but a trickster and a liar. This broke the relationship between them, resulting in Amrielli abandoned on the streets of Enris.
Her mind damaged by the time she was barely an adult, she began to wander across the lands, telling fortunes and yelling obscenities for maybe a quick coin or two. Danger was all around her, for time after time she’d find herself in a forest being chased after by the petrifying beasts that inhabited the land.
Amrielli was wondering around one day when she noticed a light that was shooting up perfectly in the sky, never fading or flickering. The light seemed perfect, almost unsettling. Amrielli's intuition said to follow such light, for it was obviously the work of the "spirits". Thus, started her march for Thaeron.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To prove to the world of her powers and to reclaim fame again, also to just get by everyday.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Amrielli is very creative, coming up with spontaneous ideas every day. She can judge a person’s character just by the look of their face. A quick and cunning person, she is always ready to give a quick and snappy response to any remark. She knows what people want and she’ll do whatever it takes to mooch a few coins off of them.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Amrielli is spasmodic and volatile at times, and an unpredictable mood. People may not be able to read her or are pushed away by her. She is frail from constant hunger. Although recovering, drug exposure at a young age made her impulsive and unbridled.
What is your character's personality? (Optional; use this field to note character traits that you feel don't fit into either strengths or weaknesses if you wish): She claims to “see” things that others can’t, and can use this to her advantage when fortune telling.
Bonus Language (Caro is free): Wild Elven
Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):
Elf - Judge of Character
Keen Hearing - 1
Danger Sense - 1
Orator - 1
Brewer - 1
Cleanse - 1
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Out of Character Information
IGN: bunnyfufu299
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yup.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic.
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing the role of another character, reacting to events or circumstances as the character would. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: People who have a deathwish
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as ((Enris is an anagram for “risen”; coincidence? I think NOT!))
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): Yes. Yes I do. Please don’t make me write a list of all the RP I’ve done in my lifetime.
Character Information
Name: Meriel Elora
Age: 43
Race: Elves
Physical description: Meriel stands at 6’4” with a slightly pudgy weight alongside a broad build. She has dark brown hair that goes down to her chin. Meriel has a button nose sprinkled with freckles. Her round head and brown eyes look almost nothing like her sister, Allenia. She wears brown overalls over a tattered down shirt made out of a potato sack. Her pale skin is littered with scars and burn marks.
Screen capture of your skin (I recommend uploading to imgur and posting link here):
Biography (Minimum 225 words. Most very fleshed-out characters have around 300, but feel free to use even more than that if you wish. Try and avoid clichés such as loved one being killed by bandits or the like):
Meriel was brought up by a welcoming family. Her older sister, Allania, was usually the one to care for Meriel. Being the youngest was easy for Meriel, because there were little to no responsibilities. Meriel enjoyed being outside by herself, mostly because she didn’t have many friends as a child. Meriel taught herself how to wrestle pigs and make the perfect mud pie. She loved to get herself all dirty and muddy so she can make little pathways throughout the house. Eventually Allania would have to prepare a bath for little Meriel. Life couldn’t have been simpler.
On the other hand, Meriel never learned to read and write. Meriel became too busy focusing on the farm life rather than any fancy academic hoo-hah. Allania would instead read and write for her. There was no need to learn. There was farmwork to be done. Farmwork was the only thing Meriel ever actually worried about. What did she expect?
It was the middle of the night when Meriel heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like someone was talking to themselves. Terrified, Meriel quickly pitter-pattered to Allania’s bed for help. Shaking her, Meriel woke Allenia up, and began to tug on Allania’s nightgown to get her to follow her.
Meriel slowly followed behind her older sibling. She trembled in her small slippers as she watched her older sister aim her bow at the darkness. Meriel was told to stay at the top of the steps. She did so. Meriel carefully whispered down the steps for Allie, just to see if she was still there. Suddenly, the small elf heard screaming. This startled her, causing her to rush back to her room in fear. Meriel slammed and barricaded the door with her rocking chair. Swiftly she retreated underneath her bed to hide. The screaming eventually morphed into crying, and Meriel remained frightened and silent. Eventually she fell asleep underneath the bed once the crying seemed to die down.
The next morning Meriel walked down to the dining room to find her mother and her older sister sitting at the table, absolutely distraught. After a long talk with the two, Meriel decided that if she were to help protect her family, she needed to get stronger. For months and years after she made sure to keep in tip-top shape for the farm and the safety of the house. Sometimes Meriel sparred with Allania. The bond between the two sisters grew stronger over time.
Eventually a new member, Orianna, joined the family, but Meriel didn’t take much time to pay much attention to that. It seemed to be that they were the new child of Allania. Slowly but surely, Meriel began to notice that her sister moved her attention to the new kid instead of her. Denying her jealousy, Meriel took the time to work even harder to get Allania’s attention once more. More training. More working. More farming.
Many years later, the family had to move out of Beshwall due to Savage infestation. Now they move towards Enris where it is said to be the safest place possible at the moment. New home. New future.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To help the world through feeding and protecting the innocent, as well to protect her own family from the dangers of the world.
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Meriel is a very very buff girl, and is able to fist fight any bloke down the block. Being very outgoing and friendly, Mariel lives for joy. A good smile can go a long way for her. Having a very keen sense of hearing, Meriel loves to eavesdrop on unsuspecting saps at the tavern every once in a while. Meriel has very green thumb and can maintain a farm with ease.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.): Meriel unfortunately doesn’t know how to read or write and usually depends on other people to read to her or write for her. Meriel has a bad habit of eavesdropping as well as she’s very impulsive. Temper may sometimes get the best of her. She also has a lot of paranoia and may be quick to jump to conclusions.
Bonus Language (Caro is free): Arturan
Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):
City Elf - Judge of Character
Keen Hearing - 1
Wrangler - 1
Advanced Farmer - 5
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IGN: bunnyfufu299
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: You already have it :3
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yuppers! Still looking to see if there is some code word I should be saying that I am missing..
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic. Practically you are Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
Playing the role of another character. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I SAID NO! NOBODY HERE CAN USE THEM! GOSH DARNIT *flips all tables*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as "((Cool People Use Brackets))"
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? I have have a lot of rp experience....am I supposed to list all the servers and stuff?
Land of Olivin
Shrines of the Ancients
Spirits of the Oasis/Rise of the Elders
The Anerian Chronicles
Gildorym
Something else
Small Fractions of other roleplay
Character Information
Name: Daisy Ronhave
Age: 17
Class: Farmer
Physical description: Daisy is a fragile looking young woman who stands at 5'3. She is as thin as a stick, almost skin and bones. She is almost completely flat chested, but she manages a fair figure. She has light pale skin, freckles littering her shoulders. Flowers of all sorts are braided into her thick brown hair. Her big blue eyes radiate curiosity, optimism and a small glimmer of ignorance. She has a very round and soft facial structure, almost resembling one of a child. She has a thin pinkish dress made of silk and polyester. Daisy walks around barefoot, where cuts and bruises can be seen on her feet. Her mouth doesn’t seem to show emotion, almost deadpan.
Screen capture of your skin:
https://lh4.googleus...19_13.39.12.png
Biography (Minimum 300 words. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like.):
You are handed a journal with “Daisy” sewed in cursive with green thread on the cover. You decide to open it, because why the hell not?
The first few pages have bad grammar, spelling, and pretty horrific handwriting.
“Daisy
Age 7
Year 1304
Mommy says I need to rite down my feellings so I don’t go crasy like Auntie Diane, so she gave me this book. I tolded her that I don’t want too, but she
dosn’tdoesn’t lissen to me. Oh well. I will start now. The kids at my skool are super meen to me. They called me stupid and aloonatick lunutikcrasy person. Nobudy trys to be my frend, but I don’t know why. I wont hurt anyone! I am a nice girl! Not meen! A girl named Lolla was frends with me for a little bit, cuz she is super duper nice. She let me go to her house and her mommy made us yummy cookys cookies. We play tag and ball and we do all the fun games. She tolded me secrets and then I tolded her secrets. My secret was about my pet fishie named Goldie and how she can say things like apple. Then I tolded her about how myvegetbles veggietiblesfood that grows on the farm talk to me too. Lolla tolded her mommy about my fishie and food and then her mommy say I can’t play with Lolla anymore. Now I don’t have any frends! I don’t like skool very much. I like home becuz we have a farm with food and aminals. I like to pretend that my aminals can talk and that I am the prinsess ofnachernature. My aminals are nicer to me than the stupid kids at skool.”You decide to skip a few pages because you obviously see that this isn’t going anywhere. The following pages have a more clear and readable handwriting. The grammar is much better, and the spelling is actually decent for a change. Hopefully you will find more information as you drag on.
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 12
Year 1309
A few days ago one of my peers accused me of biting them, with a couple of other students claiming to be ‘witnesses’. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of Braxia acts exactly like this...anyways...my teachers didn’t react well to it, and in result I got whipped a couple of times. Mom and Dad are also mad at me, even though I keep telling them that I didn’t do it. I overheard Mom asking Dad if they could drop me off at an adoption center. That is when I began to cry. Dad rose his voice saying that I am their child and I shouldn’t be just given up on. Then he proposed the idea of moving to a new town, for a new reputation. Mom snapped at him saying that it was the most idiotic idea ever. That remark ended up in retaliation and a fight started. I respect my Dad for thinking I just need a second chance, like an actual human being. Unlike my Mom who is deeply afraid of me. She said a lot of times that I shouldn’t go to school or be seen in public.. Why must Mom be scared of me?
I hate my peers even more now because if they just decided not to spread hurtful rumors about me, my entire family wouldn’t be in this mess. I decided to flee to my room and talk to the potted tulip on my bedside table. I don’t have anyone else to talk to, because Mom avoids me and Dad is usually at work. I use the alternative and express my emotions to plants. Plants don’t judge you, or yell at you, or accuse you of biting children, or avoid you, or whip you. They just sit there and listen. They sit there and listen while they give you more air as if they are saying ‘Please, tell me more.’. Although they don’t really talk, I like to pretend that plants have meaningful conversations with me. Mom disapproves, though. She says that it is the same thing as talking to myself, and that only idiots talk to themselves.. How about I not speak at all, Mom?! Would you like that?! There isn’t a point in talking now anyways because everyone thinks I am some diseased psycho who likes hurting children as a hobby. The town usually calls me an “abnormal”, which doesn’t even make sense. What makes me abnormal? What does normal even mean anyways? Since when was there a normal human being!? Maybe I don’t want to be normal! Maybe being different is a good thing! How about that?!”
You skip ahead multiple pages
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 15
Year 1312
Today is the second anniversary of Mom and Dad’s official divorce. I am sleeping at Dad’s house from now on because Mom is going to give birth to my half sibling soon, and she is anxious that I will be a bad influence on the baby. I don’t even want to see the baby anyone. Like I wanna see the direct result of what happens when my own Mother removes herself from the family that she is ashamed to call her own. Mom even had the nerve to change her last name. No longer is her name ‘Eve Ronhave’ but ‘Eve Underhill’. Personally, I wouldn’t want my last name to sound like I live under a hill.
I have been homeschooled for a year now because the abuse was too much. I feel a lot happier learning in a more comfortable environment. It does get lonely very very often, but it’s not like it’s the first time I feel secluded from society.
I work on the farm more often now, because Dad feels like I deserve an actual chance to practice maintaining a well-paying job. I love my Dad a lot, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so rude to him in recent years. He has defended me all this time and all I did was just kick dust back in his face. I apologized to him today and he just smiled and he quipped ‘You’re a good kid.’. Those four words made me feel so so so so happy. To know my own Father thinks that I am a ‘good kid’. Take that, half sibling! I think I am gonna sleep very well tonight.”
You sigh as you feel like you’re never gonna get info out of this nut-job. You flip through a few more pages, barely skimming each page. She refuses to speak to you, this diary isn’t giving you anything you want to hear. All you know is that this lady didn’t have any friends, was hated by her mother, and she talked to plants. Suddenly, you stop flipping to find you are on the last page.
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 17
Year 1314
I, Daisy Verdin Ronhave, have recently decided to take part in Robert Ewarding’s expedition. I will depart at Rocky Cape and will arrive at Roland’s Field. My Father, Carlos Ronhave, has given me full permission to be part of this expedition. I choose to take part because I lust for freedom and independence from home, and this may be one of my only chances for a better life, and I wish to take advantage of the opportunity. Home has many enraging, depressing, and confusing memories stained onto it, and there is no hope for me to maintain a job other than on the farm. For 17 years I have lived and worked on a farm somewhere in the Braxian Kingdom, and I officially decree that I will be dismissing myself from that lifestyle. My biological Mother has not written to me since the birth of my half sister, and so this will be the last entry where she is mentioned. Furthermore, I have put it upon myself to supply crops grown solely from my farm. I have supplied food, water, and seeds for growing on the new land. This is my last written entry.”
Well then...
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make everyone happy, to make lots of friends, and to spread da love! <3
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Daisy is the more “just keep swimming” type. Although she doesn’t have many friends, she can still maintain happiness even from a lack of social interaction. Daisy is very nimble in her hands and feet, and can actually take one by surprise. Daisy is very level-headed, and can handle many situations in a more mature fashion.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.):
Daisy wouldn’t be considered one with the best tongue. She is very bad at lying, being persuasive, haggling, flirting, and in general talking. Attempting to talk would result in stuttering, lisping, and would just be stuck mid-sentence. Daisy is a bit of a pushover. She isn’t the best at “fitting in” either. Daisy is sensitive to extreme temperatures, so a sunburn or dry skin isn’t uncommon. Her immune system is pretty bad, too. She catches cold a lot, and every once in a while she is struck with fever.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a broken ankle trying to make your way home:
Daisy sniffles, limping down the street. I hate everything.. she silently curses. After accidentally breaking her poor little ankle by getting her bare foot caught under a tree root, she drags her pitiful butt down the path that leads to home. I really need to rethink the whole “going barefoot” thing...
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
Daisy backs away, cowering from the stranger. She lets out a whimper or two, shaking her head rapidly.
“WELL, WIMP?! HOW ELSE AM I GONNA PAY FOR A NEW SHIRT?! RED STAINS DON’T JUST GO AWAY!” the stranger rants to the pitiful young woman.
Daisy just cowers into a corner, the stranger rolling up his sleeves. Suddenly, Daisy strikes at the stranger’s nose. The stranger suddenly backs away, holding onto his injured smell-detector. Daisy immediately flees from the tavern, squealing as she does so.
Your superior asks for a favour you would have problem doing:
Dad nudges me awake with one hand, holding a shovel in the other. I slowly gain consciousness when I suddenly realise the purpose of the shovel.
It’s my turn to shovel the cow-patties this week.
“Oh...come on, Dad, can’t you do it this week? It’s smeelllyyy....” I whine
Dad gives me the stink-eye and I know that I have no choice.
“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” I grunt
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle:
Failing Currancy
Empiracle heart city lost to the invading Grand Guyrese Army during the "Great Dividing War"
Loss of Gart’nun Isles to the Guyrese and Braxians
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Braxian Explorer, Robert Ewarding (I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about him~! <3)
Where is the expedition to be launched from?: WEEELLLL....We depart at Roland’s
BasinField and we cross Rocky Cape on the way there, and then we reach our destination!Questions or comments?: I guess SUMF is still cool, right?....Right?
I swear I have to have forgotten something...
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IGN: bunnyfufu299
Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: You already have it :3
Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yuppers! Still looking to see if there is some code word I should be saying that I am missing..
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:
Powergaming is roleplaying in a way that doesn't give other people a chance to react, including it might be COMPLETELY unrealistic. Practically you are Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?:
Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?:
Playing the role of another character. Hence the name "roleplay".
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: I SAID NO! NOBODY HERE CAN USE THEM! GOSH DARNIT *flips all tables*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the character gives you permission/if the character is endangering yours.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: In the OOC chat or when using brackets such as "((Cool People Use Brackets))"
Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? I have have a lot of rp experience....am I supposed to list all the servers and stuff?
Land of Olivin
Shrines of the Ancients
Spirits of the Oasis/Rise of the Elders
The Anerian Chronicles
Gildorym
Something else
Small Fractions of other roleplay
Character Information
Name: Daisy Ronhave
Age: 17
Class: Farmer
Physical description: Daisy is a fragile looking young woman who stands at 5'3. She is as thin as a stick, almost skin and bones. She is almost completely flat chested, but she manages a fair figure. She has light pale skin, freckles littering her shoulders. Flowers of all sorts are braided into her thick brown hair. Her big blue eyes radiate curiosity, optimism and a small glimmer of ignorance. She has a very round and soft facial structure, almost resembling one of a child. She has a thin pinkish dress made of silk and polyester. Daisy walks around barefoot, where cuts and bruises can be seen on her feet. Her mouth doesn’t seem to show emotion, almost deadpan.
Screen capture of your skin:
https://lh4.googleus...19_13.39.12.png
Biography (Minimum 300 words. No clichés such as loved one being killed by robbers or the like.):
You are handed a journal with “Daisy” sewed in cursive with green thread on the cover. You decide to open it, because why the hell not?
The first few pages have bad grammar, spelling, and pretty horrific handwriting.
“Daisy
Age 7
Year 1304
Mommy says I need to rite down my feellings so I don’t go crasy like Auntie Diane, so she gave me this book. I tolded her that I don’t want too, but she
dosn’tdoesn’t lissen to me. Oh well. I will start now. The kids at my skool are super meen to me. They called me stupid and aloonatick lunutikcrasy person. Nobudy trys to be my frend, but I don’t know why. I wont hurt anyone! I am a nice girl! Not meen! A girl named Lolla was frends with me for a little bit, cuz she is super duper nice. She let me go to her house and her mommy made us yummycookyscookies. We play tag and ball and we do all the fun games. She tolded me secrets and then I tolded her secrets. My secret was about my pet fishie named Goldie and how she can say things like apple. Then I tolded her about how myvegetbles veggietiblesfood that grows on the farm talk to me too. Lolla tolded her mommy about my fishie and food and then her mommy say I can’t play with Lolla anymore. Now I don’t have any frends! I don’t like skool very much. I like home becuz we have a farm with food and aminals. I like to pretend that my aminals can talk and that I am the prinsess ofnachernature. My aminals are nicer to me than the stupid kids at skool.”You decide to skip a few pages because you obviously see that this isn’t going anywhere. The following pages have a more clear and readable handwriting. The grammar is much better, and the spelling is actually decent for a change. Hopefully you will find more information as you drag on.
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 12
Year 1309
A few days ago one of my peers accused me of biting them, with a couple of other students claiming to be ‘witnesses’. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of Braxia acts exactly like this...anyways...my teachers didn’t react well to it, and in result I got whipped a couple of times. Mom and Dad are also mad at me, even though I keep telling them that I didn’t do it. I overheard Mom telling Dad that I might need to be sent to a hospital again. Dad stated that I don’t need therapy, just a new reputation. Then he proposed the idea of moving to a new town. Mom snapped at him saying that it was the most idiotic idea ever. That remark ended up in retaliation and a fight started. I respect my Dad for thinking I just need a second chance, like an actual human being. Unlike my Mom who is deeply afraid of me. She said a lot of times that I should have therapy or intense mental care. Why must Mom be scared of me?
I hate my peers even more now because if they just decided not to spread hurtful rumors about me, my entire family wouldn’t be in this mess. I decided to go to my room and talk to the potted tulip on my bedside table. I don’t have anyone else to talk to, because Mom avoids me and Dad is usually at work. I use the alternative and express my emotions to plants. Plants don’t judge you, or yell at you, or accuse you of biting children, or avoid you, or whip you. They just sit there and listen. They sit there and listen while they give you more air as if they are saying ‘Please, tell me more.’. Although they don’t really talk, I like to pretend that plants have meaningful conversations with me. The only reason I don’t talk to plants as often anymore is because Mom sent me to a therapist for 3 years just because I was ‘speaking to myself’. How about I not speak at all, Mom?! Would you like that?! There isn’t a point in talking now anyways because everyone thinks I am some diseased psycho who likes hurting children as a hobby. The town usually calls me an “abnormal”, which doesn’t even make sense. What makes me abnormal? What does normal even mean anyways? Since when was there a normal human being!? Maybe I don’t want to be normal! Maybe being different is a good thing! How about that?!”
You skip ahead multiple pages
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 15
Year 1312
Today is the second anniversary of Mom and Dad’s official divorce. I am sleeping at Dad’s house from now on because Mom is going to give birth to my half sibling soon, and she is anxious that I will be a bad influence on the baby. I don’t even want to see the baby anyone. Like I wanna see the direct result of what happens when my own Mother removes herself from the family that she is ashamed to call her own. Mom even had the nerve to change her last name. No longer is her name ‘Eve Ronhave’ but ‘Eve Underhill’. Personally, I wouldn’t want my last name to sound like I live under a hill.
I have been homeschooled for a year now because the abuse was too much. I feel a lot happier learning in a more comfortable environment. It does get lonely very very often, but it’s not like it’s the first time I feel secluded from society.
I work on the farm more often now, because Dad feels like I deserve an actual chance to practice maintaining a well-paying job. I love my Dad a lot, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so rude to him in recent years. He has defended me all this time and all I did was just kick dust back in his face. I apologized to him today and he just smiled and he quipped ‘You’re a good kid.’. Those four words made me feel so so so so happy. To know my own Father thinks that I am a ‘good kid’. Take that, half sibling! I think I am gonna sleep very well tonight.”
You sigh as you feel like you’re never gonna get info out of this nut-job. You flip through a few more pages, barely skimming each page. She refuses to speak to you, this diary isn’t giving you anything you want to hear. All you know is that this lady didn’t have any friends, was hated by her mother, and she talked to plants. Suddenly, you stop flipping to find you are on the last page.
“Daisy Ronhave
Age 17
Year 1314
I, Daisy Verdin Ronhave, have recently decided to take part in Robert Ewarding’s expedition. I will depart at Rocky Cape and will arrive at Roland’s Field. My Father, Carlos Ronhave, has given me full permission to be part of this expedition. For 17 years I have lived and worked on a farm somewhere in the Braxian Kingdom, and I officially decree that I will be dismissing myself from that lifestyle. My biological Mother has not written to me since the birth of my half sister, and so this will be the last entry where she is mentioned. Furthermore, I have put it upon myself to supply crops grown solely from my farm. I have supplied food, water, and seeds for growing on the new land. This is my last written entry.”
Well then...
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To make everyone happy, to make lots of friends, and to spread da love! <3
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
Daisy is the more “just keep swimming” type. Although she doesn’t have many friends, she can still maintain happiness even from a lack of social interaction. Daisy is very nimble in her hands and feet, and can actually take one by surprise. Daisy is very level-headed, and can handle many situations in a more mature fashion.
Weaknesses (Balance out yours character's strengths with suitable weaknesses. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. I.E. Not knowing how to use a bow as a miner.):
Daisy wouldn’t be considered one with the best tongue. She is very bad at lying, being persuasive, haggling, flirting, and in general talking. Attempting to talk would result in stuttering, lisping, and would just be stuck mid-sentence. Daisy is a bit of a pushover. She isn’t the best at “fitting in” either. Daisy is sensitive to extreme temperatures, so a sunburn or dry skin isn’t uncommon. Her immune system is pretty bad, too. She catches cold a lot, and every once in a while she is struck with fever.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation. Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a broken ankle trying to make your way home:
Daisy sniffles, limping down the street. I hate everything.. she silently curses. After accidentally breaking her poor little ankle by getting her bare foot caught under a tree root, she drags her pitiful butt down the path that leads to home. I really need to rethink the whole “going barefoot” thing...
In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
Daisy backs away, cowering from the stranger. She lets out a whimper or two, shaking her head rapidly.
“WELL, WIMP?! HOW ELSE AM I GONNA PAY FOR A NEW SHIRT?! RED STAINS DON’T JUST GO AWAY!” the stranger rants to the pitiful young woman.
Daisy just cowers into a corner, the stranger rolling up his sleeves. Suddenly, Daisy strikes at the stranger’s nose. The stranger suddenly backs away, holding onto his injured smell-detector. Daisy immediately flees from the tavern, squealing as she does so.
Your superior asks for a favour you would have problem doing:
Dad nudges me awake with one hand, holding a shovel in the other. I slowly gain consciousness when I suddenly realise the purpose of the shovel.
It’s my turn to shovel the cow-patties this week.
“Oh...come on, Dad, can’t you do it this week? It’s smeelllyyy....” I whine
Dad gives me the stink-eye and I know that I have no choice.
“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” I grunt
Lore Questions
List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle:
Failing Currancy
Empiracle heart city lost to the invading Grand Guyrese Army during the "Great Dividing War"
Loss of Gart’nun Isles to the Guyrese and Braxians
Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: Braxian Explorer, Robert Ewarding (I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about him~! <3)
Where is the expedition to be launched from?: WEEELLLL....We depart at Rocky Cape and then we land at Roland’s
BasinField.Questions or comments?: I guess SUMF is still cool, right?....Right?
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I have been a complete butthole and have abandoned you for 4 weeks now. Well, it will stop. I will be on the forums often, maybe not on the server, but definitely on the forums. I am sorry for being a really bad staff member. I will try to get back on track.
~Bunnyfufu299
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This server is amazing, and that I wish I could get on more.
No, seriously, for anyone thinking of applying that are reading this right now, DO IT!
It is so worth it. <3
~Bunnyfufu299
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Also, your server rocks like hell! I am going to add it to my favorites!
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IGN: bunnyfufu299 (No virus can hold me down forever!)
Real-Life Age: 12
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): Ye already have it. Silly billy.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: Yuppers.
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Preforming an action that would be almost if not completely impossible to do in your characters situation. I.E. Being Jesus 2.0
What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Taking OOC information to your advantage IC.
What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Playing as the role as a fictional/non-fictional character, in a form that is both fun and fair. Kinda like playing "pretend", but to THE NEXT LEVEEEEELLLLLL.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: NOOOOBODDDDYYYY! *flips desk*
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the person owning the character allows the death of the character, or in a situation that makes it IMPOSSIBLE to survive.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Only in OOC chat, oorrr using (*) when trying to say something OOC.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yuppers.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Characters approved by staff, or has studied REALLY REALLY REALLY REAAAALLLLYYYYY hard at the Academy.
Who are the Fallen?: Medori, or people that were separated from the rest of the humans in the rising.
When and how did our current government come to be?: In 169 A.R, there was a rebellion, and it stopped the Linyera dynasty.
Who are the Order of Aradin?: A group of people that protect the Chancellery from BAD THINGS!
What are the Net and Essence? The net is kinda like a barrier that stops you from falling to your death, and you get to keep all of your items- BUT! If you don't have 3 levels of Essence...YOU LOSE AAALLLLL OF YOUR ITEMS! Essence is kinda like... experience, but you can put them in emeralds.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: I have roleplayed for 2 years now, and I have been on 6 servers so far, hoping to reach my 7th one soon!
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
Land of Ovilin: Ended
Another one with a name I forgot: Quit, staff was STOOPID.
Shrines of the Ancients: Ended (and that stupid virus RUINED EEEVERRRYTHING!)
Rise of the Elders: It just didn't work out.
Gildorym: Didn't quit yet, SOOO MUCH FUUUUUN!
Akavir: Didn't quit, not sure if I should.
Character Information
Name: Eileen Hamilton
Age: 24
Class: Craftsman
Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Chancellory
Physical description: Eileen has red hair, and a smile that radiates her friendliness. She stands at 5"11, and wears clothing that were passed down from her father. Her posture stands straight, and she is as thin as rails. Her skin is as pale as snow, and freckles covering most of her body.
Screen capture of your skin:
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.): Eileen was born in a small house, and was raised with her sister, her father, and her cat. Everything was simple, and everyone was happy. Eileen would bring home firewood and food, her sister would make sure everything was nice and organised, and her father got the money. The cat...well...the cat was there for Eileen, she will be explained later in the story.
Through her life, Eileen was a seemingly simple girl. She was pretty, she was smart, and she did what she was told. Though, never judge a book by it's cover. Beyond that little body and big brain, was a creative and hopeful soul. Eileen always loved to think. It was her favorite thing to do. She thought about how someday she will make a difference in the world...somehow. She always thought how things came to be, and how the world is so unique and special. Eileen thought she could do anything, that problems can't stop her. She was right, too...kinda...
At the age of 3, Eileen's mother became very ill. Eileen didn't know this at the time, but everyone else did. Eileen thought her mother just had a cold, or was tired more than usual. Eileen began to do more chores around the house, like cleaning the floors and picking up the toys. Simple stuff. After a while, Eileen noticed her mother began to act weird. Her mother became stressed, and a bit childish. Before you know it, she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't even stand correctly.
At the age of 5, Eileen's mother dies. This was never mentioned to Eileen, and she was always told that "She went to a better place, and she feels better now." Eileen felt happy hearing this, knowing her mother is in a better place. Though, it would be nice to see her every once in a while. Eileen felt lonely, and wanted to see her mother. It was ok though, she had a home, food, money, and a family. Eileen told herself to be happy, and that her mother was in a better place.
Throughout Eileen's life, she was given more and more chores, and she was ok with it. She did it, and it was done.
At the age of 12, Eileen's father told her that "The tradition must be passed down" and that she is ready to learn how to build and invent. Of course, Eileen said yes. Thus, beginning the biggest mistake of her life. Eileen's father brought her down to his workshop, and began to teach her the ways of mechanics. The first few days of training was just her being taught everything she needs to know about gears, nuts, bolts, wiring, and such. Eileen learned that quick. Then she learned about safety, and how to deal with tools and such. Then she moved onto the little parts of inventing, like screwing a lose bolt, or just passing her father the tools he needs. Then she was taught how to handle dangerous situations, and that was pretty hard for her.
Weeks and months passed, and she learned everything she needed to know. All she needed to do then was to build something useful, and to sell it to the public. (Uh oh..) For months, and then years, she attempted to build...SOMETHING! Everything failed, either because no one would want to buy it, or she failed to build it correctly, or it was just impossible to make. She just couldn't do it. Everything Eileen would try to make blew up in her face - literally. She didn't give up, though. She knew it was her destiny, and that she just needs a bit of practice.
On her 16th birthday, Eileen was given the best present she could ever be given; a little, cute, tabby cat. Eileen fell in love with it instantly. She didn't know what to name it, so she let the name come to her. After a while, she noticed that the cat somehow got the Mozzarella cheese from downstairs, and began to eat a whole chunk of it. Eileen noticed this, and named the cat Mozzarella, or "Mozz" for short. Eileen loved Mozzarella, and Mozzarella loved Eileen. Eileen then wondered if Mozzarella was her mother, but just in a cat. Afterwards, Eileen's love for Mozz became stronger. Eileen told her secrets, and Mozzy comforted Eileen whenever she got scared or lonely. Mozz was Eileen's best friend, and it will stay that way.
Years passed, and Eileen grew. When she knew it was time, she moved out of the house, and brought her tools and Mozzarella with her. Eileen didn't get any better at mechanics, but she still tries. Eileen thought that maybe some day, she will be able to build something helpful to everyone. So, as she walked away from her house, she held her head up high, and looked forward to her future.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To actually be good at something for once, and to finally INVENT SOMETHING THAT WORKS!
Strengths (Both physical and personality): Eileen is kind hearted, friendly, and an overall good person to be around. Eileen is that type of person that does good for goodness' sake, not because she is directed to by law or by whim. She is a determind spirit, who does not break easily. Her need to help others and reduce suffering may take precedence over all else.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality. Not knowing how to do something that is outside of your class is not a weakness. IE not knowing how to use bows and magic, if you are a swordsman.): Though Eileen is an inventor, she can't invent if her life depended on it. She is a klutzy, flakey, easily distracted, slightly obnoxious woman. She is weak, and barely can keep her balance, even standing up. She always messes up on almost everything, and she just can't get the fact through her head that inventing is NOT what she is meant to do.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): No..I don't think so...
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
(I am going to do this in different forms of literature, bear with me.)
Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl.
As Eileen walks down the streets of the Capitol, and sees the pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl. Oh dear, she looks like she is in trouble... what should I do? Maybe I can create a distraction. Eileen thought to herself. Eileen reaches into her pocket and pulls out a firecracker. (Best place to put an explosive object: IN YOUR POCKET!) As she begins to light it up, she realizes that it was not a firecracker, but a bomb. She quickly throws it into the sewer drain, hoping it wouldn't explode. Sadly, she didn't hope enough, and the sewer explodes. Distracting the men, and everyone else, Eileen goes to the girl, takes her hand, and runs. (Oh god, this story is SO not getting me accepted.)
A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
"Where is Bloodstone?" Eileen asked.
"Er....well...umm..." The man stutters as he tries to answer.
"...Isn't that the place with the creepy monsters?" Eileen once again asked.
"Well, yes...I mean not really...maybe-" The man stutters.
"Not going, thanks anyways." Eileen interrupts the man, and walks away.
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
As Eileen reaches into her pocket, she pulls out a few berries, and gives them to the man.
"Thank you, Miss! Thank you!" The man exclaims, as he pops them into his mouth.
Eileen walks away smiling, never actually realizing she gave him poisonous berries.
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
"My mother isn't around, so I can't say that is false..." I stated with a blank expression. The man smirked, as he chugged down more of his drink. I wanted to hurt him, but I resisted the urge. Father wouldn't approve.
"You aren't denying it, so it must be true! Haha!" The man laughed. I couldn't deal with him anymore, so I grabbed him by the ear, and held him close to my face.
"Don't you EVER....EVER...talk about my mother like that..." I hissed at him, and I let him go.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Eileen: Excuse me, miss, that is a lovely necklace you have there, do you know where I can buy one like that?
Woman: Oh, my Uncle made it for me, it isn't being sold anywhere, I am sorry.
Eileen: Oh, well...Ok. Have a nice day though!
*Eileen and the Woman goes their separate ways*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: Not really...
Other notes: BUNNY RISES AGAIN!
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IGN: bunnyfufu299
Age: 12
Why us?: Tiffosaur told me about it, and it looks cool :3
Have you "liked" our minecraftforum thread?: No...should I?
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: No but I will until I find out more about the roleplay and staff...
Define Role-Playing in your words: Playing as the role of a specific character. Hence the name “roleplaying”.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info to your advantage IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing things that would be impossible to do in real life. IE. Being Jesus 2.0
IC:
Name: Dawnli Ryheart
Age: 180
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Dawnli is a strikingly beautiful woman standing at about 6”4. She wears a fur cape that drapes down at her feet, and a hood that covers most of her head; with her face and only a few locks of red hair showing. Her bright green eyes sparkle with her enthusiasm, and her smile radiates her friendliness. Her face is littered with freckles, and her red rosey cheeks only adds to the fun.
Personality: Dawnli is kind hearted, slightly obnoxious, friendly, and an overall good person to be around. Dawnli is that type of person that does good for goodness' sake, not because she is directed to by law or by whim. Dawnli will obey the law, or break it when she sees that it will serve a greater good. She isn't bound strongly to a social system or order. Her need to help others and reduce suffering may take precedence over all else.
In-game RP example:
*Back in the tribe, when Dawnli was younger, she sits next to her childhood friend* (Does it still count?)
Friend: Hey Dawnli, ever thought of running away?
Dawnli: Why do ya ask?
Friend: Well, you always talk about how you want to adventure and everything-
Dawnli: I didn’t mean run away! Ya poot! Here, I made us some bread, here.
*Dawnli tosses a piece of bread to her friend*
Dawnli: It is a bit burnt, but overall a good supper!
Friend: I swear, Dawnli, you are too good! Keep givin’ out food like this, and you’re gonna starve!
Dawnli: Givin’ be better than gettin’, don’t ya think?
Friend: Well, I better get givin’ then...
Background: Dawnli was born in the wilderness, in a tribe that no longer exists. Life was perfect there. Dawnli would wake up in the morning, and walk outside to see nature everywhere. She loved it. At day, there would be children playing with the goats, and parents working away for survival. She loved it. There would be a celebration every night, where people would dance and sing. People made beautiful necklaces of many colors and shapes. There would be toys made for the children, just for giggles; and she loved it. Nothing was wasted. When you finished your food, the scraps would be used for compost or fed to the goats. Torn clothes would make a good blanket, and the leftover stalks from corn would be made into decorations.
Her mother, Anathim, was in charge of cooking and cleaning, and making sure everything was perfect. Dawnli would find her outside farming, or by the pond, cleaning the laundry. Her father, Elissar, was out hunting for animals so he could sell the meat for food and clothes. She was taught to beware power, for it can corrupt. (“Absolute power can corrupt absolutely” ~The person who made that up) Dawnli was in charge of being a child. Just an ordinary child. Though, Dawnli failed miserably at being just "ordinary". As she grew older, her mother would try to teach her how to cook and farm, but she wouldn't listen. She didn't want to grow up as someone who would clean the house or cook the food. She wanted adventure; excitement! Dawnli wanted to be a boy. She wanted to be a tough boy. She wanted to grow up and learn to hunt. She longed for adventure. For years and years she was trained to farm and cook, and never enjoyed it. Though, relaxing, there was never a joy to it. She learned to accept it, but always dreamed of becoming a hunter like her father.
For decades Dawnli would be the woman she was supposed to be, and learn to farm and cook; and clean and care. She wanted more, and if she had to break the tradition, so be it. When she was 73, she asked her father if she could come with him to hunt. Dawnli's father hesitated. I mean, who would ever bring their daughter out hunting? Dawnli's father finally accepted the request, and she quickly got dressed and they both hurried off into the wilderness. As they were walking past the huge trees, they came to a halt. Her father then picked up a small bow, leaning next to a tree. Her father handed it to her. "I used that bow when I was little, and when my father was training me!" Dawnli's father exclaimed. "How about try shooting that tree, Dawnli?" Dawnli's father offered. "Position your hands like this, and hold the arrow here. Use your mind to make a trajectory, and pull back the string as hard as you can!" Dawnli's father explained, as he was positioning her hands. Dawnli squinted and focused on the target, and pulled back as hard as she could, and she fired. The arrow didn't hit the tree, but it did hit the tree past it. "Good job! All you need to do is steady your aim and you can be as good as me!" Dawnli's father proclaimed. Hours of practice passed, and the sun started to set. "Let's go home now, it is getting dark." Dawnli's father said, and they both started walking home.
Dawnli and her father would practice the bow for months, and her father saw something in Dawnli. He saw a hero, a rebel, and a woman of independent personality. He knew she could survive anything. He knew that Dawnli is different, not knowing how, he just knew. After a while, Dawnli not only was able to hit the tree, but hit animals too. Dawnli's father started teaching her other things other than bow. "Dawnli, you seem to have improved in your bow skills, and for that I am willing to teach you about setting snares." Dawnli's father stated. Of course, Dawnli accepted her father's offer within a split second. "Ok then, first we need a rock, a stick, and some string." Said her father. After a few minutes of searching, collecting, and building, Dawnli and her father finally made the snare. "Now, we wait. Let's go home and have some food. After we can come back and see if we caught anything." Stated her father, as they walked back to the tribe.
When they came back, nothing was caught, and the string was torn. This was only Dawnli's first try though. After many attempts, Dawnli finally caught a rabbit, and it was the best stew she ever made. Dawnli only got better at setting up traps, and everyone could see it. The people of the tribe started questioning how a girl could be so talented at hunting, but she ignored it. She knew that this was something she loved, and nothing can stop her. Dawnli's father taught her more hunting techniques, and she only got better. Sometimes Dawnli would teach her father new techniques. It was only a matter of time before she started surpassing the men. After her 178th birthday, Dawnli was able to completely hunt by herself. She was able to climb the trees, and set snares. She was good as any other hunter. Dawnli's hunting skills made the boys jealous, and some even had a "thing" for her. All was perfect, and she loved it. Dawnli decided to move out of the house and live by herself. She was a woman of skills and agility, not only was she able to farm (Rarely does it), but she was able to hunt and make clothes and money. She was an independent woman, a one of a kind. A girl who broke the tradition for adventure. Nothing can stop her.
One day, Dawnli was out hunting, like usual. She would throw a rock at some bushes, and birds started flying upwards. She shot one, and she put it in her bag. She would trap a critter of some kind in her snare, kill it, and add it to her bag. Dawnli would be by the pond, with a spear in hand. She would get a couple of fish, and out it in her bag. Sometimes if she was lucky she would find a bear or moose. One night, she was resting in the trees, watching the stars and moon. Suddenly, a stampede of deer rushed by! Dawnli's instincts were telling her to run too, but she noticed they were running away from where the tribe was. Without hesitation, she ran to the tribe, only to find it burning in flames. Dawnli stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. Out of nowhere a group of men were surrounding her. The men were huge, and were wearing bright colorful masks. Dawnli quickly ran away from the group of men, and into the wilderness once again. She heard screams and roars of murder and bloodlust behind her, and she didn't turn back. She travelled far away from the site of the tribe, and didn’t dare to turn back. Though, she also didn’t want to dangle in the past. She didn’t think of “What could've happened” and thought of “What will happen”.
After weeks of travelling, she came upon Akavir. She wasn’t used to being in a place without many trees, or with huge buildings, and with so many people. Dawnli settled in, but most likely will never learn to “fit in” with the crowd. Her tribe will always be in her heart, no matter what.
Skooma kills!
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<IGN>- Accepted/Deffered/Declined (Tell them a reason why they are denied or deffered and if they are deffered tell them how they can do better)
And repeat until you got all the apps.