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    posted a message on Fallout: Shadows of the Old World | Serious Roleplay | Discontinued

    OOC:

    IGN: dedoralive
    Age (Optional): I have been on *This* desolate planet for 18 years :C
    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): fvck v ((please do not take this the wrong way, the actual account name is " odsta22 " but that is the user))
    Time Zone: EST
    Prior Bans and reasons: N/a
    Define Role-play: Taking on a role of a character or entity that you wouldn't normally be irl or the like. For fun most of the time.
    Define Powergaming: Forcing an action on another character. Or condition. Like *Breaks leg* With no room for response
    Define Metagaming: Using information you have obtained oocly IC to benefit yourself, or just in general.
    Previous roleplay experience: I've been rping on mc since 2012... *shudders*
    Previous Fallout experience: Played fallout 3 and new Vegas
    Have you read the rules?: of course not :^) jk I have <3
    Write any further questions here: what does "There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World." mean ;-;

    IC:

    Character Name: Eve Manasseh
    Age: 30
    Gender: Female
    Race: Caucasian human
    Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Scarf toting red head. A rather thin looking girl. But tough enough where she needs to be. Piercingly sharp hazel eyes.
    Strengths: Keen eyes, strong will, and a knack for being right. Eve likes to let her problems sort themselves out from afar. With out getting herself in danger if she can.
    Weaknesses: Should she be in danger, she isn't one to be able to escape very quickly. Not very fast, and not too strong either. Her greatest weakness is that she thinks herself too safe at times.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):

    Strength: 3
    Perception: 9
    Endurance: 6
    Charisma: 4
    Intelligence: 8
    Agility: 3
    Luck: 8

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):

    Along with the few other 'lucky' vault dwellers, Eve grew up in the gambling vault 21; where in, the only real tests were that of regular human interaction... within a vault. She excelled in her classes, however, for her demanding father, and lap-dog of a mother, this was not enough. Her father, Joseph Manasseh, forced her into learning many things, which in turn made it difficult for her to connect with the other children in the vault. She never forgave him for it, but she did learn many things she needed once she broke from the vault. Eve learned how to handle guns, soon she found she enjoyed using them, and didn't mind the lessons so much. Her aim would improve by the week as she put her effort into learning the ins and outs of 'her' weapons. Besides weapons, she was taught basic first aid, how to care for her own wounds, and the wounds of others. She didn't like the idea of having to take care of others; besides, she seemed to be the only one on her own side in this.


    Next on her fathers must know list, was economics, one of Eve's favorite subjects, aside from guns of course. She liked learning ways to make money, and even dared to ask about the ways people did so before life in the vaults. While intelligent, her father wanted her to at least be able to run for decent amounts of time, not necessarily fast. Joseph had her jog around the vault for hours till the other dwellers were tired of seeing her face. Joseph spared no expense in making sure his daughter was ready, teaching Eve the basics of surviving in nature as he knew best. While she didn't have much of a childhood, Eve would come to appreciate the work her father put into her, or rather the 'tough love' she received wasn't for no reason. After much of her life spent learning, training, and just being miserable, Eve left her vault at the age of 22.


    Her first week consisted of a lot of hiding from the wastes inhabitants, as well as scavenging whatever she found far away from anything moving. Though soon that all changed when she found that some people weren't as hostile as the creatures that shared the land with them. Perhaps not the most socially adept person, Eve had trouble at first, but after keeping her head down and nose out of too much trouble, she learned of a very lucrative opportunity; bounty hunting. Simple enough to her, people wanted someone dealt with, and were willing to pay Eve a large sum to do so. But of course, as anyone starting something new, there are bound to be hiccups, this one Eve remembers well.


    Eve trotted atop the dry cracked dirt path leading to the shoddily put together hut in which she had been informed, she may find a job. She tapped her knuckles on the old door, and from within came a whimper and beckon for entry. "C-come in!.." Cried the voice. Eve pushed the door open with ease, within the hut was a woman laying in a pile of dirtied laundry atop a even dirtier sleeping bag, with not much else besides a rusted green toolbox beside her. "I assume y-you're here about the job.." Asked the woman. Eve would only nod, not being very good at expressing much otherwise. The woman sniffled then motioned for her to sit, which Eve did. "Thank you for doing this.. really it means so much!" proclaimed woman in a lighter tone. Eve hesitated, but nodded once more. "The leader of the raiders wears a hockey mask.. big fellow, likes to announce his presence before you see him.. hes the one I want dead.." The woman would state coldly. "He's the one that took my poor Richard away.." The woman would open the box, revealing many caps, and a worn picture of her former lover. Eve would nod once more. "Bring me his head.." Eve's eyes widened but she managed to inform the woman weakly. "I.. I will.." As quickly as it had opened, the woman closed the box, and patted Eve on the back. "Thank you so much dearie.. please don't take too long now.." With little need for encouragement, Eve stood and left the hut, off to a cliff above the raiders well known hiding spot.


    By the time she made it up the precarious perch it was night time, the sun had just set, and the raiders were having some kind of celebration. Eve took her rifle out and looked through her scope, searching for the man she needed. Her mind raced trying to figure out how she could get his head after wards, but it wasn't long before the tumbling of a few kicked up pebbles from behind her caught her attention. Her eyes flashed with overwhelming panic as she caught a glimpse of a once white ski mask over one of the men's faces, of which there were three. Eve was going to scream, but knew it would only serve to worsen her situation, so she remained silent. The tall masked man laughed. "This one is cute.. I think we can fetch a pretty high price for her.." His two underlings nodded at the statement, and rushed over to grab Eve, setting her in front of their leader. Eve merely stared up at the man, her lower lip quivering.


    "Do me a favor kid, don't be a hero. I mean after all that's how you got in this mess." The man went to remove his mask, and she quickly recognized him from the photo shown to her earlier. Noting her reaction the man began to speak again. "Ever wonder why the same old lady has been asking for someone to take out her husbands killer? Because selling them once they're caught pays well!" The man and his cronies laughed. Eve would stay silent, her mind racing, looking for a way out of this. "Ahh, the silent type huh? Well that's good I suppose, slavers don't like talkers.. but me personally.. I like screamers.." Richard revealed a whip from behind himself, and gave it a few experimental snaps against the ground. "Now lets see how quiet you stay.." His two henchmen exposed Eve's back to the man, and he began to strike her pale skin, breaking it and sending blood flying after the first hit. "Still nothing!?" He raised the whip high above his head, and as Eve braced for impact she heard the crack of a bullet being fire, nay, three bullets, followed by three thuds. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her back stinging, only to find she had been saved by a man she would come to know as Roswell. After getting Eve to safety, and leaving the town, they both set out together, searching for opportunity in the form of bounties wherever they went.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara

    As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.

    Bag contents:
    1x 10mm Pistol
    4x 10mm Pistol rounds
    1x bottle of dirty water
    2x Mentants
    1x Salisbury steak
    1x Squirrel on a stick
    1x small radio (functional)
    1x Stimpak
    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)

    What do you do?: Eve's eyes scan the horizon, staying far back as she watches the man. It'd be dumb to try and help him, especially in his current state. She huffs quietly, waiting, though not for long, the storm is coming. Eve can already make out the sound of thunder, which gives her an idea. If she can't help him in life, she can at least give him a proper death. The man is crying out now, attracting much unneeded attention to himself. But Eve has her mission. As she nears the man and the scene, she slips the 10mm pistol out, and taps it against her waist. The man looks up, fear in his eyes, he tries to raise his hands but he finds he is in too much pain. "What is your name." Eve asks him calmly. He looks confused, tilts his head, the manages to stammer out. "T-thomas.. Thomas Cantin.." Eve raises her gun, aiming at Thomas's head. "Go with peace, Thomas Cantin." Thunder sounds, nearing, and a shell drops to the ground, sending a small bit of dust into the air. Eve holsters her pistol, and the corpse of Thomas slumps back down into its own pool of blood. She wipes her hands at takes out the squirrel on a stick, munching on it while she listens in to the radio, on the lookout for any buildings nearby. The storm was getting closer.

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    posted a message on Fallout: Shadows of the Old World | Serious Roleplay | Discontinued

    OOC:

    IGN: dedoralive
    Age (Optional): I have been on *This* desolate planet for 18 years :C
    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): fvck v ((please do not take this the wrong way, the actual account name is " odsta22 " but that is the user))
    Time Zone: EST
    Prior Bans and reasons: N/a
    Define Role-play: Taking on a role of a character or entity that you wouldn't normally be irl or the like. For fun most of the time.
    Define Powergaming: Forcing an action on another character. Or condition. Like *Breaks leg* With no room for response
    Define Metagaming: Using information you have obtained oocly IC to benefit yourself, or just in general.
    Previous roleplay experience: I've been rping on mc since 2012... *shudders*
    Previous Fallout experience: Played fallout 3 and new Vegas
    Have you read the rules?: of course not :^) jk I have <3
    Write any further questions here: what does "There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World." mean ;-;

    IC:

    Character Name: Eve Manasseh
    Age: 30
    Gender: Female
    Race: Caucasian human
    Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Scarf toting red head. A rather thin looking girl. But tough enough where she needs to be. Piercingly sharp hazel eyes.
    Strengths: Keen eyes, strong will, and a knack for being right. Eve likes to let her problems sort themselves out from afar. With out getting herself in danger if she can.
    Weaknesses: Should she be in danger, she isn't one to be able to escape very quickly. Not very fast, and not too strong either. Her greatest weakness is that she thinks herself too safe at times.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):

    Strength: 3
    Perception: 9
    Endurance: 6
    Charisma: 4
    Intelligence: 8
    Agility: 3
    Luck: 8

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):

    Along with the few other 'lucky' vault dwellers, Eve grew up in the gambling vault 21; where in, the only real tests were that of regular human interaction... within a vault. She excelled in her classes, however, for her demanding father, and lap-dog of a mother, this was not enough. Her father, Joseph Manasseh, forced her into learning many things, which in turn made it difficult for her to connect with the other children in the vault. She never forgave him for it, but she did learn many things she needed once she broke from the vault. Eve learned how to handle guns, soon she found she enjoyed using them, and didn't mind the lessons so much. Her aim would improve by the week as she put her effort into learning the ins and outs of 'her' weapons. Besides weapons, she was taught basic first aid, how to care for her own wounds, and the wounds of others. She didn't like the idea of having to take care of others; besides, she seemed to be the only one on her own side in this.


    Next on her fathers must know list, was economics, one of Eve's favorite subjects, aside from guns of course. She liked learning ways to make money, and even dared to ask about the ways people did so before life in the vaults. While intelligent, her father wanted her to at least be able to run for decent amounts of time, not necessarily fast. Joseph had her jog around the vault for hours till the other dwellers were tired of seeing her face. Joseph spared no expense in making sure his daughter was ready, teaching Eve the basics of surviving in nature as he knew best. While she didn't have much of a childhood, Eve would come to appreciate the work her father put into her, or rather the 'tough love' she received wasn't for no reason. After much of her life spent learning, training, and just being miserable, Eve left her vault at the age of 22.


    Her first week consisted of a lot of hiding from the wastes inhabitants, as well as scavenging whatever she found far away from anything moving. Though soon that all changed when she found that some people weren't as hostile as the creatures that shared the land with them. Perhaps not the most socially adept person, Eve had trouble at first, but after keeping her head down and nose out of too much trouble, she learned of a very lucrative opportunity; bounty hunting. Simple enough to her, people wanted someone dealt with, and were willing to pay Eve a large sum to do so. But of course, as anyone starting something new, there are bound to be hiccups, this one Eve remembers well.


    Eve trotted atop the dry cracked dirt path leading to the shoddily put together hut in which she had been informed, she may find a job. She tapped her knuckles on the old door, and from within came a whimper and beckon for entry. "C-come in!.." Cried the voice. Eve pushed the door open with ease, within the hut was a woman laying in a pile of dirtied laundry atop a even dirtier sleeping bag, with not much else besides a rusted green toolbox beside her. "I assume y-you're here about the job.." Asked the woman. Eve would only nod, not being very good at expressing much otherwise. The woman sniffled then motioned for her to sit, which Eve did. "Thank you for doing this.. really it means so much!" proclaimed woman in a lighter tone. Eve hesitated, but nodded once more. "The leader of the raiders wears a hockey mask.. big fellow, likes to announce his presence before you see him.. hes the one I want dead.." The woman would state coldly. "He's the one that took my poor Richard away.." The woman would open the box, revealing many caps, and a worn picture of her former lover. Eve would nod once more. "Bring me his head.." Eve's eyes widened but she managed to inform the woman weakly. "I.. I will.." As quickly as it had opened, the woman closed the box, and patted Eve on the back. "Thank you so much dearie.. please don't take too long now.." With little need for encouragement, Eve stood and left the hut, off to a cliff above the raiders well known hiding spot.


    By the time she made it up the precarious perch it was night time, the sun had just set, and the raiders were having some kind of celebration. Eve took her rifle out and looked through her scope, searching for the man she needed. Her mind raced trying to figure out how she could get his head after wards, but it wasn't long before the tumbling of a few kicked up pebbles from behind her caught her attention. Her eyes flashed with overwhelming panic as she caught a glimpse of a once white ski mask over one of the men's faces, of which there were three. Eve was going to scream, but knew it would only serve to worsen her situation, so she remained silent. The tall masked man laughed. "This one is cute.. I think we can fetch a pretty high price for her.." His two underlings nodded at the statement, and rushed over to grab Eve, setting her in front of their leader. Eve merely stared up at the man, her lower lip quivering.


    "Do me a favor kid, don't be a hero. I mean after all that's how you got in this mess." The man went to remove his mask, and she quickly recognized him from the photo shown to her earlier. Noting her reaction the man began to speak again. "Ever wonder why the same old lady has been asking for someone to take out her husbands killer? Because selling them once they're caught pays well!" The man and his cronies laughed. Eve would stay silent, her mind racing, looking for a way out of this. "Ahh, the silent type huh? Well that's good I suppose, slavers don't like talkers.. but me personally.. I like screamers.." Richard revealed a whip from behind himself, and gave it a few experimental snaps against the ground. "Now lets see how quiet you stay.." His two henchmen exposed Eve's back to the man, and he began to strike her pale skin, breaking it and sending blood flying after the first hit. "Still nothing!?" He raised the whip high above his head, and as Eve braced for impact she heard the crack of a bullet being fire, nay, three bullets, followed by three thuds. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her back stinging, only to find she had been saved by a man she would come to know as Roswell. After getting Eve to safety, and leaving the town, they both set out together, searching for opportunity in the form of bounties wherever they went.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara

    As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.

    Bag contents:
    1x 10mm Pistol
    4x 10mm Pistol rounds
    1x bottle of dirty water
    2x Mentants
    1x Salisbury steak
    1x Squirrel on a stick
    1x small radio (functional)
    1x Stimpak
    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)

    What do you do?: Eve's eyes scan the horizon, staying far back as she watches the man. It'd be dumb to try and help him, especially in his current state. She huffs quietly, waiting, though not for long, the storm is coming. Eve can already make out the sound of thunder, which gives her an idea. If she can't help him in life, she can at least give him a proper death. The man is crying out now, attracting much unneeded attention to himself. But Eve has her mission. As she nears the man and the scene, she slips the 10mm pistol out, and taps it against her waist. The man looks up, fear in his eyes, he tries to raise his hands but he finds he is in too much pain. "What is your name." Eve asks him calmly. He looks confused, tilts his head, the manages to stammer out. "T-thomas.. Thomas Cantin.." Eve raises her gun, aiming at Thomas's head. "Go with peace, Thomas Cantin." Thunder sounds, nearing, and a shell drops to the ground, sending a small bit of dust into the air. Eve holsters her pistol, and the corpse of Thomas slumps back down into its own pool of blood. She wipes her hands at takes out the squirrel on a stick, munching on it while she listens in to the radio, on the lookout for any buildings nearby. The storm was getting closer.

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Out of Character Information


    IGN: dedoralive


    Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? (This is optional): im fine


    Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: yes


    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing an action or forcing a condition on another player or anything w/o proper time to react, such as killing someone instantly, or breaking their arm by simply saying *Breaks your arm*


    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using information gathered/acquired ooc towards your advantage IC. Such as who murdered a victim when your character was not present during the crime


    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: taking on the role of a character beside yourself, and acting as them, for fun and sometimes in a realm unlike our own.


    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No being alive (no one)


    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When approved by that character and role-played out correctly


    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using Double parenthesis (()) or using OOC chat.


    Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): I was on TAC as well as Book Of Halegron


    Character Information


    Name: Mika Akeldama


    Age: 21


    Race: Drow


    Physical description: Mika is a average height woman with eyes as green and shiny as emeralds in the right light, (none). She has long brown hair, braided to one side and tied in the back, her skin is grayish blue, and she only wear's long sleeves, to cover her nastily scarred arms, which have healed, but their sight makes many uneasy. She wears darkly shaded clothing, with leather arm bands to keep each sleeve on each arm. She also has a leg band to hold any items close to her that she may need. She has wrappings over her hands which are tattered and worn from years of tough use.


    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):


    Mika Akeldama, a name spoken with both disdain and reverence, for there are two sides to every story. Growing up Mika was a very normal girl, in the Drow sense, and a very attractive one to many of the Drow boys, whom she flirted with daily. Her family resided within a cave near the western edge of Norland, along with many other Drow families. Though cave is not the best term for this colony of underfolk, for their expanses reached to bedrock, and outwards nearing the sea. Mika's father, Areighnoor, was a great fighter, and through fighting he gained the admiration of Mika's mother, Merina. However it did not last, and Areighnoor was left to care for Mika, as Merina moved on to more ambitious men. So Areighnoor raised Mika, he taught her to defend herself and survive the caves she had been born into.


    By 17 Mika was able to take down most of the boys her age, however she didn't often, as when beaten the boys wouldn't see her as a lady anymore, but more as one of them. Mika had quite a bit of free time in between learning, sacrificial ceremonies, and flirting, which she spent traversing the caverns, in which she came into contact with several dangerous beasts, one of which changed her personality, and her fellow Shadow Elve's perception of her. On the night of a full moon, as Mika had overheard it was from some of the surface walkers on their way past her hall, she decided it might be fun to sneak out. So as quietly and quickly as she could, Mika left her father to sleep, and went to the uninhabited area's of the cavern. While there Mika found many old huts and items, left behind by whom she expected to be Drow.


    A cluster of mushrooms by one of the huts caught her attention, it was brighter than anything she had seen before, and more plentiful. As she neared the spores she heard a soft hiss and a quiet creaking of stones. Mika looked up to see a large hole, holding and even larger spider. She jumped stared in awe as the great beast fell upon her, trapping her under its mandibles. Mika slammed her fists into the beast, crushing one of it's eyes, and cracking some of its exoskeleton. The beast did not take kindly to losing an eye, so it started biting her arms, which she resisted, but did infact suffer deep gashes, which stung her from pain and venom. Just as Mika prepared to die she heard a pounding of feet, her father came running into the room, he had awoken to find her missing from bed, turns out she wasn't as sneaky as she thought. Areighnoor flung himself upon the beast, cracking it's carapace with his own fists, which also broke many of his own bones. Enraged, the beast turned on him, releasing Mika, who struggled to her feet. Areignoor kicked and wrestled with the beast, until finally the beast caught him in it's Mandibles, and would not let go. Mika, suffering the beasts venom, and her own terror, began pelting it with rocks, until she accidentally struck a stone hut, which was so old it crumbled and fell onto the spider, as well as her father. The old stones, brittle and heavy, crushed both of the tangled two. Mika cried out in agony as she rushed to dig her father out, only cutting her arms even more. But she only got about halfway before she passed out from the venom.


    A few days later she awoke in the bed of a Shaman, her arms still stinging, covered in bandages and blood, her own. The Shaman explained to her how they had found her lying in a pile of rubble. When she tried to explain what had happened she could only weep. She wept and wept for days, and for years when asked about the event she would only weep. Her arms eventually did heal, however they never lost their scarred appearance, to which she and the men her age took notice. None of them wanted her once they saw her arms, so she kept them covered. But news of her affliction spread like venom through warm veins, and no man in her village dared to seek her out. At 21 Mika can finally tell the story of how she gained the scars she has become known for, once those willing to listen hear her story, they begin to respect her. Many of the women in her village found her brave, though they were not the majority, so her negative image lived on. Mika decided she had enough, and left for Enris, the "Holy land" surely she thought, no one could mock her on holy ground.


    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): Mika wants to be accepted with her flaws and all, for someone or something to accept her for her, and respect her. Though she also does have a great hatred for spiders, and will seek them out, so eradication is indeed on her to do list.



    Strengths (Both physical and personality): Because of her experiences with so many Drow men, Mika has developed a rather strong sense of character, she strays from those who she believes can do nothing for her, or will do nothing for her.


    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.): Mika has become very desensitized from living underground among other Drow, with everyday life involving sacrifices or a daily fight to just survive she never developed a sense of empathy, and may seem quite callous to those around her. Mika's arms are also scarred, which has proven to be a deal breaker for her and many men she has met, as it is not attractive to them.


    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): Mika has a strong will, when she sets her mind to do something she will see it done. Because of this however, Mika has little time for others, and is quite unpleasant to new people, especially other races, she only has room in her heart for her own race, if any at all.


    Bonus Language (Caro is free): Savage


    Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):

    Martial Artist - 3

    Fast healer - 1


    Keen hearing - 1


    Sneak - 1


    Fleet - 1

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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    (Edited version, most everything is the same, a few new paragraphs and Medori island was changed to Constance.)
    Previously accepted App : http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1739510-the-anerian-chronicles-rpairshipsclassesplayer-driven-storyextensive-lore/page__st__980

    Character Information


    Name: Dache Maller


    Age: 20 Years of age.


    Class: Ranger


    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori


    Physical description: Dache has pale skin and short brown hair, his facial features are rather defined around his cheekbones, he wears lightweight clothes. Usually made out of the fur of animals he catches or furs he has bought. His eyes are a light grey, almost silver looking, he is around 5'11, his arms are rather defined and he has a lean build to him, a decently thin fellow.


    Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/qggqX16


    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.):
    Dache, a name literally meaning ‘Powerful Arrow’. From birth his father wanted him to grow up to be a great archer, like his past fathers had been. You see, for as long as the Maller family records go on for, the men in the family have always been archers, darn good ones at that. But, because he wasn’t strong enough at a young age, (Which is expected) his father began to teach him to make arrows, nothing fancy, just normal fletching and such.

    At around eight years old, Dache was playing outside, messing around with arrows he made, just having fun in general, when he looked up to the window of the house next to him, he saw a rather sad looking girl, not much younger than himself, maybe one year. Once he caught her glance she ducked away, when he looked back he didn’t see her again, but he had known that house to be empty; or, so he thought. He went to try the door and it opened easily, the house looked barely lived in! He went up the stairs to where he had thought he saw the girl; and, sure enough there she was, in the corner crying. Dache got close to her and crouched down, wondering what was wrong, seeing as she was alone, he decided to ask his parents for help, so he brought her to his home.

    His parent’s thought no one had lived in that house, so they were surprised to hear this girl lived there; but, seeing as she had no one to take care of her, the agreed to raise her. Over the years, it became apparent, to everyone except Dache it seems, that the girl he helped had a liking for him. When Dache was around 13 years old, Charlotte got scared in the night, and came into his room, since he was the one that helped her in the first place. She climbed in with him and snuggled against him, which he awoke to in the morning. Yet, even then it seemed Dache couldn’t take the hint, for many years this persisted, of Charlotte sneaking into his room at night, and him awakening to her in the morning.

    At around 15 years old, Dache’s father decided he was old enough to begin practicing with an actual bow. At first Dache wasn’t very good at it, or very enthused about learning it. That is when he was told of the long history of the Maller’s, and their way with the bow. Dache now had a sense of responsibility to keep the family tradition. He practiced day and night, getting better and better at it. It seems that with his peaked interest in archery, something sparked in Charlotte, making her want to learn swordsmanship. Which Dache’s father was more than glad to read up on and teach her. He even bought Charlotte her very own sword.

    When Dache was 17, his father thought it was time to test his skills. So, naturally he wanted him to go to an archery competition that was being held in the local guards training yard. Leading up to the event Dache was confident, he was sure he could impress his father with his skill, after all his name was ‘Dache’. The night before the competition Dache became a nervous wreck. He started to worry about missing a shot, or if he was wrongly named. He didn’t want to have that guilt on his shoulders, knowing that he disappointed his father.

    The day of, Dache nervously stepped out of the house, and headed to the training yard, it was his turn to shoot and he was late, what a /great/ way to help with his nerves, don’t you think? He raised his bow, and aimed at the target, he opened one eye and time seemed to slow, almost stop. Dache felt a surge come from his heart, almost like a stream of energy, it was like he could see it flowing, it went slowly from his chest to his arm holding the arrow, then to his wrist, then it surge into his hand and then it flowed through the arrow. Once the ‘stream’ flowed through the tip of the arrow, Dache released it. The arrow flew fast and strong, not only did it hit the center, but it pierced it and hit the stone wall behind it, sticking out of it.

    Dache looked around in astonishment as the crowd was silent for a moment, then began to celebrate, they were on their feet, clapping and muttering to themselves how one could do such a thing. Dache looked to his father; rather, where he expected him to be, turns out his father wasn’t even looking, he was talking to a friend, turned away from the event. Seeing this hurt Dache more than if he had failed to impress his father, after that Dache and his father grew apart. Dache didn’t talk to him much, and he only responded to his father when he felt it absolutely necessary.

    At around twenty years old, Dache had grown very close to Charlotte, and shared her love, they decided to move in together, buying an old home in their town with money they earned, and a nice loan from Dache’s parents. But that fantasy didn’t last long. A band of pirates decided that their home town would be a good place to raid. They came in the dead of night, the town guards were no match and the town was evacuated, Dache and Charlotte couldn’t both fit on the boats headed to another nearby town, so they decided to stay together and go to Constance, the new Medori island. They reside there today, hoping to start anew, and live in peace. Maybe even start a family too.


    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To keep Charlotte safe, and to live the life they always wanted to. One of peace and simplicity. He is also driven by his family's history of archery to do his best to enhance his skills, learning from anyone he can as he did not finish his training at home.


    Strengths (Both physical and personality): Dache is a caring person, he is usually one to think of all others before himself, like the instance with Charlotte. He is proficient in archery, but needs a good tutor to finish his training. He is rather fast, his arms are decently strong, as quite a bit is required to use a bow.


    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.): While Dache has a kind heart, he can sometimes be misled, he usually won’t think twice before helping someone, which can be a huge fault at times. He is not a great multi-tasker, in fact, he can usually either give all of his attention to one thing, or give none of it to anything. Dache has a strong fear of the green exploding things called ‘creepers’. Their destructive power drives fear into his heart, and though brave at times, he can be stopped dead in his tracks if he sees one and there is no way around.During the pirates attack, Dache received a scar on his left lower side, over his rib cage, it has never fully healed and is quite deep, it seems like a gash from a pirates sword. Because of this, if he is hit there, or if pressure is applied, Dache will be in severe pain, or worse the scar may re-open. He refuses to get it healed as it reminds him of what they did to his home, Dache has a strong hate for pirates but does not seek them out.


    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.):
    Charlotte (Bungle666) His ‘Girlfriend’, rather, soon to be.




    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.)




    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Dache walks around the corner to see two large armored men in front of a girl, much younger than them. They seem to be blocking her, trying to get something from her. Dache, being the brave lad he is, demands they leave her alone, oh boy should he have kept his mouth shut. “Hey you two! Leave her be!” The men turn, amused. “Ohhh, I’m sorry, are we in your way?” One of them snickers to the other. Dache Retorts. “No, but you certainly in hers.” One of the men gets rather close to Dache. “Oh yeah..? And just what are you gonna do about it. Huh?” the man pushes Dache back. Dache grabs at the mans hand as he is shoved, pushing it to the side he goes to tackle the man. The other man, turns and goes to Dache, leaving the girl. She quickly runs and goes to get the guards. “Oh a fighter are ye!?” On of the men says as Dache tries to lift him. Dache gets one of them on the ground, but then is kicked off by the other, they both draw their swords and stand over him. “Big mistake..” They say to him. But, to Dache’s luck, three armored guards come around the corner, the girl behind them. The two men look at each other and run, not wanting to go to jail.


    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    As Dache approaches the market, he has one goal in mind, get the food that Charlotte wanted for dinner. But then, some man comes up to him, claiming some interesting; yet, not intriguing enough things. “You there! I can get ya all the gold ya want for all the food you need! Alls ya gotta do is join ma crew!” Dache sighs and waves his hand. “No thank you sir… I need to get back home.. it’s pretty late already.” The man frowns slightly. “Think about it will ya!?” Dache simply shrugs and walks on, going for what he came here for.


    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Dache, having just stopped at the market, decides that they don’t need /that/ big of a dinner, after all, just a portion of it could help the man. As he nears him the man is about to ask for some food, when Dache pulls out a few loaves of bread, and some carrots, sitting them gently in the man's lap. The man looks up at him, with a huge smile on his face. “Bless your soul lad! And may Aneria’s light, guide you.” Dache smiles and responds. “The same to you, friend.”


    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    As Dache’s name is called by the lovely redhead behind the counter, a man across the room mutters something rather rude about his mother and her activities when not at home. Dache stops in his tracks then glances at the man, then back to the bartender who whispers to him. “Don’t pay him any mind, he does that to everyone.. I’ll get the guards again.. before he starts another fight.” Dache nods, and thanks her for the heads up. “Thanks, and don’t worry, I don’t care much for drunkards like him..” He says grasping the hot cocoa off of the counter. The bartender nods and motions to another worker to get the guards to remove the inebriated man.



    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Dache shuffles along the street looking at the different houses, but ultimately searching for a nice gift to present to Charlotte with. When, as if Aneria herself was listening, a rather wealthy looking woman with a dazzling necklace passes. Dache takes the opportunity to stop her and ask her where she got it. “Excuse me ma’am, might I inquire where you go such a beautiful necklace?” The woman smiles and replies. “Why, thank you, I had a smith make it for me years ago.. tell you what, since you have taken such a liking to it, I’ll give it to you. All you gotta do is pick up a package for me from the mail carriers. Sound like a deal?” Dache nods and smiles. “Thank you Ma’am, I’ll be back with you package soon!” He says as he runs off in the direction of the nearest mail carrier.




    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? What is the secret pepperone recipe.


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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    Previously accepted App : http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1739510-the-anerian-chronicles-rpairshipsclassesplayer-driven-storyextensive-lore/page__st__980

    Character Information


    Name: Dache Maller


    Age: 20 Years of age.


    Class: Ranger


    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori


    Physical description: Dache has pale skin and short brown hair, his facial features are rather defined around his cheekbones, he wears lightweight clothes. Usually made out of the fur of animals he catches or furs he has bought. His eyes are a light grey, almost silver looking, he is around 5'11, his arms are rather defined and he has a lean build to him, a decently thin fellow.


    Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/qggqX16


    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.):
    Dache, a name literally meaning ‘Powerful Arrow’. From birth his father wanted him to grow up to be a great archer, like his past fathers had been. You see, for as long as the Maller family records go on for, the men in the family have always been archers, darn good ones at that. But, because he wasn’t strong enough at a young age, (Which is expected) his father began to teach him to make arrows, nothing fancy, just normal fletching and such.

    At around eight years old, Dache was playing outside, messing around with arrows he made, just having fun in general, when he looked up to the window of the house next to him, he saw a rather sad looking girl, not much younger than himself, maybe one year. Once he caught her glance she ducked away, when he looked back he didn’t see her again, but he had known that house to be empty; or, so he thought. He went to try the door and it opened easily, the house looked barely lived in! He went up the stairs to where he had thought he saw the girl; and, sure enough there she was, in the corner crying. Dache got close to her and crouched down, wondering what was wrong, seeing as she was alone, he decided to ask his parents for help, so he brought her to his home.

    His parent’s thought no one had lived in that house, so they were surprised to hear this girl lived there; but, seeing as she had no one to take care of her, the agreed to raise her. Over the years, it became apparent, to everyone except Dache it seems, that the girl he helped had a liking for him. When Dache was around 13 years old, Charlotte got scared in the night, and came into his room, since he was the one that helped her in the first place. She climbed in with him and snuggled against him, which he awoke to in the morning. Yet, even then it seemed Dache couldn’t take the hint, for many years this persisted, of Charlotte sneaking into his room at night, and him awakening to her in the morning.

    At around 15 years old, Dache’s father decided he was old enough to begin practicing with an actual bow. At first Dache wasn’t very good at it, or very enthused about learning it. That is when he was told of the long history of the Maller’s, and their way with the bow. Dache now had a sense of responsibility to keep the family tradition. He practiced day and night, getting better and better at it. It seems that with his peaked interest in archery, something sparked in Charlotte, making her want to learn swordsmanship. Which Dache’s father was more than glad to read up on and teach her. He even bought Charlotte her very own sword.

    At around twenty years old, Dache had grown very close to Charlotte, and shared her love, they decided to move in together, buying an old home in their town with money they earned, and a nice loan from Dache’s parents. But that fantasy didn’t last long. A band of pirates decided that their home town would be a good place to raid. They came in the dead of night, the town guards were no match and the town was evacuated, Dache and Charlotte couldn’t both fit on the boats headed to another nearby town, so they decided to stay together and go to the Medori islands. They reside there today, hoping to start anew, and live in peace. Maybe even start a family too.


    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To keep Charlotte safe, and to live the life they always wanted to. One of peace and simplicity. He is also driven by his family's history of archery to do his best to enhance his skills, learning from anyone he can as he did not finish his training at home.


    Strengths (Both physical and personality): Dache is a caring person, he is usually one to think of all others before himself, like the instance with Charlotte. He is proficient in archery, but needs a good tutor to finish his training. He is rather fast, his arms are decently strong, as quite a bit is required to use a bow.


    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.): While Dache has a kind heart, he can sometimes be misled, he usually won’t think twice before helping someone, which can be a huge fault at times. He is not a great multi-tasker, in fact, he can usually either give all of his attention to one thing, or give none of it to anything. Dache has a strong fear of the green exploding things called ‘creepers’. Their destructive power drives fear into his heart, and though brave at times, he can be stopped dead in his tracks if he sees one and there is no way around.


    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.):
    Charlotte (Bungle666) His ‘Girlfriend’, rather, soon to be.




    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.)




    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Dache walks around the corner to see two large armored men in front of a girl, much younger than them. They seem to be blocking her, trying to get something from her. Dache, being the brave lad he is, demands they leave her alone, oh boy should he have kept his mouth shut. “Hey you two! Leave her be!” The men turn, amused. “Ohhh, I’m sorry, are we in your way?” One of them snickers to the other. Dache Retorts. “No, but you certainly in hers.” One of the men gets rather close to Dache. “Oh yeah..? And just what are you gonna do about it. Huh?” the man pushes Dache back. Dache grabs at the mans hand as he is shoved, pushing it to the side he goes to tackle the man. The other man, turns and goes to Dache, leaving the girl. She quickly runs and goes to get the guards. “Oh a fighter are ye!?” On of the men says as Dache tries to lift him. Dache gets one of them on the ground, but then is kicked off by the other, they both draw their swords and stand over him. “Big mistake..” They say to him. But, to Dache’s luck, three armored guards come around the corner, the girl behind them. The two men look at each other and run, not wanting to go to jail.


    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    As Dache approaches the market, he has one goal in mind, get the food that Charlotte wanted for dinner. But then, some man comes up to him, claiming some interesting; yet, not intriguing enough things. “You there! I can get ya all the gold ya want for all the food you need! Alls ya gotta do is join ma crew!” Dache sighs and waves his hand. “No thank you sir… I need to get back home.. it’s pretty late already.” The man frowns slightly. “Think about it will ya!?” Dache simply shrugs and walks on, going for what he came here for.


    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Dache, having just stopped at the market, decides that they don’t need /that/ big of a dinner, after all, just a portion of it could help the man. As he nears him the man is about to ask for some food, when Dache pulls out a few loaves of bread, and some carrots, sitting them gently in the man's lap. The man looks up at him, with a huge smile on his face. “Bless your soul lad! And may Aneria’s light, guide you.” Dache smiles and responds. “The same to you, friend.”


    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    As Dache’s name is called by the lovely redhead behind the counter, a man across the room mutters something rather rude about his mother and her activities when not at home. Dache stops in his tracks then glances at the man, then back to the bartender who whispers to him. “Don’t pay him any mind, he does that to everyone.. I’ll get the guards again.. before he starts another fight.” Dache nods, and thanks her for the heads up. “Thanks, and don’t worry, I don’t care much for drunkards like him..” He says grasping the hot cocoa off of the counter. The bartender nods and motions to another worker to get the guards to remove the inebriated man.



    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Dache shuffles along the street looking at the different houses, but ultimately searching for a nice gift to present to Charlotte with. When, as if Aneria herself was listening, a rather wealthy looking woman with a dazzling necklace passes. Dache takes the opportunity to stop her and ask her where she got it. “Excuse me ma’am, might I inquire where you go such a beautiful necklace?” The woman smiles and replies. “Why, thank you, I had a smith make it for me years ago.. tell you what, since you have taken such a liking to it, I’ll give it to you. All you gotta do is pick up a package for me from the mail carriers. Sound like a deal?” Dache nods and smiles. “Thank you Ma’am, I’ll be back with you package soon!” He says as he runs off in the direction of the nearest mail carrier.




    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? What is the secret pepperone recipe.


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    posted a message on (CLOSED) AKAVIR: The Elder Scrolls Minecraft ✧✧ {24/7}{Serious RolePlay}{MMORPG}{Nations}{Dungeons}{Player-Economy}{Land Ownersh
    **Out of Character**

    IGN: dedoralive
    Age: 16
    How did you find us? Tiff told me about this server.
    What Roleplay experience do you have? I would say I am rather experienced, I have been rping for about 3 years, I have been on three servers, God of Kings, Daemons rp server, and The Anerian Chronicles.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is using OOC information IC, or
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing an action without giving the person you are acting upon a chance to respond or react. Ex: *Charlie swings his mighty sword of godmodeness and kills johnny in one big hit*
    Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character impervious or invincible to other characters attacks, having unfair advantages, similar to powergaming in a way.gr


    **In Character**
    Name: Matthew Valdis
    Nickname: “Digger”
    Age: 20
    Gender:Male
    Race: Nord
    Appearance: Pale skin, short brown messy hair, pale grey eyes, old ragged clothes, a few dirt stains, around 5’11 ft tall, his arms are decently muscular, his build is pretty lean.
    Personality: All his life Matthew has preferred spending his time around graves than people, so in social situations her would prefer to avoid talking as much as possible. Most people would consider him shy, he is very humble, after all he doesn’t have much to brag about anyways.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog):
    Matthew looks down at the poor lifeless body that was dropped in front of his home, he inspects the neck, checking for any bites, good. None. Matthew the proceeds to hoist the body up, and walks inside. With one hand he grabs ahold of his fathers shovel, and he heads out to the large gloomy field. Fog hung over the recently disturbed grass, he found an unmarked grave and set the body down beside it. He swings his shovel up onto his shoulder and sits down in front of the unmarked grave and the body.
    “What did you in huh?” He looks the body over once more from his seated position, noting the bruises along the nords arms, he also determines by the facial structure that this being was indeed male. He also notes the stab wounds through the corpses thin shirt.
    “Had a bit of a fight did you..? No matter, I’ll let you rest peacefully in a bit.. I don’t suppose your attackers left anything for me to figure out who you were..” Matthew sighs softly and leans forward, setting his shovel down and checking quickly for any documents or anything of the like, finding none he stands and picks his shovel up, starting to dig in accordance to the dead nord’s height. After digging for some time Matthew climbs out of the hole, he picks the body up and sets the corpse into the grave gently.
    “That should about do it” Matthew wipes his hands brushing some dirt off, glancing at the armored man passing by the field.
    Man: “Evening Diggah! Got another one did ya?” The man says with a slight wave and a light chuckle.
    Matthew: Matthew nods slowly and turns around to begin shoveling more dirt on top of the grave.
    Man: The man sighs and continues on his way, muttering things about diggers and their behavior.

    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
    As long as Matthew could remember, all of his time was spent in a graveyard, whether it was helping his father dig, or just walking along the path and reading each tombstone. Matthew would even sleep out in the graveyard sometimes, he found it comforting to sleep near his mother’s resting place. At just seven years old Matthew’s mother died, he was by her side while she was on her deathbed, and he would hold onto her hand just to let her know he was there.

    After her death Matthew spent his time out by her grave, he grew accustom to the graveyard. And at one point he even started talking to the graves, as if the corpses would respond to him. But he didn’t care that they couldn’t respond, after all he liked quiet more than anything. His actions concerned his father a bit, but he blew it off as him just coping with his mother's passing.

    The years before his mothers death were short, most of his time was spent with her, as he was too young to venture out and help his father. In his life, Matthew has only loved two living humans, his mother and father. He never liked talking to anyone, and he was labeled the creepy kid in schools because of his families relation to death and the graveyard. But Matthew didn’t mind, he liked it when people left him alone.

    Everyday after school, Matthew would come home and walk out to the graveyard, and if any new bodies arrived at the home to be buried, he would help his father dig and prepare the graves. Despite living in front of a graveyard, the family only had one shovel, as was the tradition. Matthew got to use to shovel a few times when helping his father, before getting it was a gift of course.

    On his 18th birthday, like every grave digger before him, the family shovel was given to him, and he was to take up the responsibilities of handling the graveyard. For the first few weeks his father stayed around and helped him, then he randomly disappeared, for a while Matthew thought nothing of it and continued his daily routine. Check for bodies, check bodies for bites, prepare graves if bodies were clean, and talk to them right before putting them to eternal rest.

    But after some time, Matthew decided to look around his small house a bit, after all most of his time was spent outside of it, he barely knew his way around. He found a small map in his fathers room, it was rolled up along with a knife next to it on his father’s bed. The map was labeled “Akavir”, and led to a port supposedly leading to this “Akavir”. Assuming his father intended him to follow, Matthew packed up his things, grabbed the knife, his fathers shovel, and the map he was given, and followed the trail to the port.
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    posted a message on (ELION) MASSIVE SCALE RPG SERVER!(RUNECRAFT)(TOWNY)(MAGIC
    Real Name (First Name Required):Shawn

    Minecraft Name:dedoralive


    Age:16

    Skype?: Yesssss mai fwend

    Microphone?: Yes of course :D
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    Previously accepted app: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1739510-the-anerian-chronicles-rpairshipsclassesplayer-driven-storyextensive-lore/page__st__660#entry23254486
    Character Information
    Name: Tylie Hamilton

    Age: 23

    Class: Craftsman

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery

    Physical description: Tylie is a light skinned thin girl, Brown hair, green eyes, she likes to wear light clothing to maneuver faster. She is around normal height, if not a bit shorter.

    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-cliché manner.):
    From birth Tylie was an odd child, her mother died not too long after giving birth to her. Yet no one suspected a thing, after all, she grew up normally, well, almost. She grew up in a small home with her father and her sister Eileen. They had a cat, which Tylie didn't care much for, in fact she despised the cat, especially when it would bother her.
    Tylie always had strange thoughts, though she never expressed them, or shared them with anyone. Thoughts of blowing something up, or setting fire to an old tree and counting how long it takes for it to combust... y'know normal kid stuff (Totes being sarcastic). Tylie never experienced an explosion until she was 7. There were some flashes of light in the distance; away from the island. They were very colorful, all of them feeling warm, even though they were quite far away. With each explosion she felt a chill run down her spine, pure excitement, something she hadn't felt in a while. As she watched she wondered what they could do to something up close, after all, they went boom.. and going boom is good.. right? That night Tylie made it her goal to harness those lights.. the "Booms".
    Five years later, her father told her that she must keep the family tradition, become an inventor, an engineer, Tylie already had her invention planned, she just didn't know how she would do it. Tylie's sister, Eileen, was always very nice to Tylie, and Tylie was always nice back. They got along quite well, even during their chores, such as getting fire wood, they would talk and have a bit of fun. Such as exploring the forest a little bit, or just playing hide and seek. No matter how close they got, something in Tylie's mind told her not to tell anyone about her thoughts, no matter what.
    Sometimes when Tylie was on her own, she would play with a bit of flint, and see how much she could set on fire, with ought anyone noticing. She would also run a lot, through the forest, climbing the trees, she was light so not much strength was required. She didn't know why, but she felt like the forest was missing something, like it needed a bit of, 'excitement'.. Luckily for her family she never got to act on those feelings, because at sixteen years of age, her sister Eileen moved away, going to the 'Capital'.
    Tylie had never heard of a Capital before, and was intrigued. maybe that place would be a little more... exciting. She wanted to follow Eileen as soon as possible, but was delayed a few years as her father needed her around for a bit. But eventually she made her way, but she got lost along the way. And stayed lost for quite a while. Until she was 22, when she finally arrived she was 23, her thoughts now mantras. "Incinerate" "Burn" "Destroy.." All of these sounded fun to her, exciting to her.. and now she had a whole city to get excited in.

    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): All her life explosives have been mesmerizing to her, the color, the warmth from the explosions.. she wanted them to be bigger, better, but she doesn't know how. She plans to carry on the family tradition, to invent and build, and to be an engineer, as those before her, for six generations or so.

    Strengths (Both physical and personality): Tylie is very creative and resourceful, her intelligence is above average, and she is quite fast. She is very inventive, her tools tend to prove very useful at times, when they work...

    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.): While Tylie is very fast, her strength does not help her in fighting, as she has next to no strength. Tylie at times suffers from insanity, thinking things that aren't there really are, while she may be intelligent, even the strongest minds can be deceived, especially when they are doing it to themselves...

    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.):
    Eileen Hamilton (Sister) Bunnyfufu299


    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.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl.
    Tylie skips along the path, though she is 23 she acts as childish as ever. Her eyes widen at the men, and the girl they are bothering. She notices the fear on the girls face, and she smirks a little bit, she had seen that face before, the same face as when she set a bit of wood on fire, and it just so happened to connect to a nearby house, and in that house was a family that ran outside quickly, the same expressions on their face as the one she saw now. A pouty frown grew across her face, thinking that the armored men were having all the fun. She lightly giggles to herself as she plucks two small bombs from her sides and places them on the men. "Yoo hooo!" She mockingly calls to them as she jogs away. The men follow her, not trying to leave any witnesses, and within 7 or so seconds their chase falls to a abrupt halt. Tylie smacks her hands together, walking off into the night.

    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    "Would a young lass like you want to join ma crew and search fer riches!?" Tylie giggles lightly at the way the man speaks, then focuses on his question. "Hehe nooo. I have too much to do here silly." The man grumbles lightly. Tylie suddenly has an aha moment. "But I could check your ships if you want..." Tylie rubs her foot against the ground innocently. "I could make sure there are no hazards or anything.." The man seems to perk up a bit. "Uhh sure."

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    "P-please miss, just a bit of food.. that's all I ask is a few morsels of food.. please." Tylie looks at the old man, and pouts a bit. Then it disappears almost as quickly as it came. "Do I look like I carry food around on me..?" Tylie motions to her light clothing. "N-no.. I s'pose not.." The beggar replies. "Alrightly then." Tylie skips down the path, away from the man.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    A man hollers an insult at Tylie, about her mother and something about her weight. Tylie has never met her mother, but something tells her that this man has not either. A small voice in her head tells her to ignore it, but another voice, a stronger one, says to teach this man a lesson about insulting people. Tylie waits outside, until the man is dead drunk and tries to leave. She smirks as he exits the tavern. With a quick burst of speed she rushes over and knocks the man against the wall, making a loud thud, being completely inebriated now, the man's drunken rage kicks in and he lunges at her, only to find himself on the ground again, a fist to the back of his head, he tries to stand again and is pushed over. Tylie gives him a strong kick in the family jewels for good measure. And brushes herself off, and walks away casually.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    As Tylie skips down the path, a gorgeous young lady with an even more dazzling necklace passes. Not one for jewelry normally, she doesn't think much of it, but upon closer inspection, the necklace doesn't look half bad, if even matches Tylie's outfit. She taps a hand on the ladies shoulder gently. "Hm?" The lady turns. "Where did you get that necklace?" It was a gift from my fiancé, the woman replies. Tylie pouts a bit. "Where did he get it?" "He made it." The lady replies. "Oooh." Pouting even more Tylie trudges away, seeming a bit gloomier than before.


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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    (Accepted app) http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1739510-the-anerian-chronicles-rpairshipsclassesplayer-driven-storyextensive-lore/page__st__920
    Character Information

    Name: Cosimo Arundiel

    Age: 26

    Class: Laborer

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery

    Physical description: Cosimo has light brown hair, and he has green eyes, he is around normal height, 5"10 or so, he is rather slim looking, he does have quite a bit of muscle, but it is nothing too significant looking. His face is very serious looking, and he doesn't smile often at all. He is handsome, but not easy to get along with.

    Screen capture of your skin: N/a atm

    Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Cosimo's parents, Angela and Ermes Arundiel, wanted their son to know all he could of the way his family had been treated before he was born, of the persecution of the Arundiels, and the reasons they had been in hiding for so long. His mother taught him about the history of the Chancellery, and of the Arundiel's nobility during the Linyerian Era. valued his family's history, and developed an overall hate for the citizens of the Chancellery, for the way they treated his family for so many years; as he believed that they had done nothing to deserve it. He doesn't let it get in the way of the way he acts though, but he often speaks what he is thinking, if he thinks someone is acting unintelligent he will most likely tell them.
    His father taught him to be wary of all people who are not family, he also taught him how to defend himself. And because Cosimo wasn't very big, he mostly worked on disarms, and pressure points, he learned just where to strike and just how to strike. But even though he learned pressure points, against armored opponents he can't do too much. He excels in unarmed and in disarming weapons. His father also told him a saying that he keeps close to heart, "The less you say, the more meaningful your words will seem." Cosimo Besides teaching him history, and how to defend himself, his parents also had high expectations for Cosimo, they wanted him to be very intelligent, and most of all, they wanted him to honor the family.
    Cosimo was never an emotional child, and never cried when he didn't get what he wanted, he didn't throw fits, and he didn't even get happy very often, even on his birthday. He only seemed to stay serious during everything. There was only one time he cried. His younger sister Gianna (Now past) was a sweet hearted little girl, she was always nice to him, and would try to make him smile all the time. He loved his sister with all his heart, even if he didn't show it most of the time. But one day his sister had stayed out too long in the cold, and grew very sick. The local doctors didn't know what she had or how to treat it, so they just tried to feed her and keep her well hydrated.
    Up until she passed she was always optimistic. One day he remember specifically, because of what she told him. Cosimo walked into Gianna's room, and silently walked over to her, looking at her pale skin and frail looking frame. When she opened her eyes she smiled a little bit, and tried to get up to hug him, but he gently bent over to hug her so she wouldn't waste valuable energy. She softly told him about her day, and what the doctors had said. His eyes were fixed on nothing, as if he were watching something very carefully. When she finished he nodded softly, still staring at nothing. Gianna Reached her hand to his cheek and said softly "Promise me you'll smile for me one day..?" At that point a single tear came from the corner of his eye, he knew she didn't have much time, and how could he smile knowing that? He stood up abruptly, wiping the tear away as he walked out. Gianna passed away the next day, a piece of him died that day, as if when she passed, a part of him did too.
    Ever since then Cosimo hasn't been the same, as if he wasn't emotionless enough before, now he showed absolutely no emotion towards anything. Nothing could fill the void that she had covered called his heart. Cosimo wasn't very social either. Other than his mother and his father, Cosimo didn't meet too many family members growing up, except for Araesis, and his parents as well. But he didn't see them too much as the families did not want to draw too much attention to themselves or their children. Everyday Cosimo searches for that happiness, that feeling he got when she talked to him, but now that was gone, along with her.


    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To bring honor to his family, and search for happiness to fill the void his little sisters death left behind.

    Strengths (Both physical and personality): Cosimo isn't exceptionally strong, but he is strong enough to get what he needs done. He knows several disabling pressure points and can easily take out an un armored opponent. He is also quite quick.

    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.): If an enemy Cosimo is fighting has armor, he will have a tough time beating them, as he is only used to un armored combat. Cosimo's Emotions are almost nonexistent, he can't express himself easily, as he doesn't feel happiness, or at least he believes he cannot. He is very anti-social, unless they are family, close, or he genuinely trusts them. (HOWEVER, he will help those he deems worthy of his help, heck he will even go out of his way if he thinks they are worth the time).

    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.): Araesis Arundiel (gamer9726) Cosimo's relative.


    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.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl. Cosimo walks up quietly, and past the guards, he stops mid step when he notices the young girl in the middle. He turns slowly towards them, his feet moving the gravel around them, his emotionless face and eyes examining each of them. He quickly notes the armor, and plans to go about this peacefully if he can. "Ah, there you are." Cosimo steps forward and the pair turns awkwardly to face him. "Didn't I tell you to stay by me..?" He reaches his hand for the girl, and one of the guards shoots his arm out in front to stop him. Cosimo notices the underside of the arm is not covered in armor, and is accessible easily. The man grumbles at him. "Jus' whaddya think yer doin?" Cosimo sighs. "Picking up my daughter of course." The armored man looks at his emotionless face, then at the other guard, then steps aside to let him grab the girl. Cosimo replies almost sincerely. "Thank you for looking after her..." And walks away, setting the girl down not too far and figuring out where to send her.

    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "You sir! I ken get ya lotsa gold! All ya gotta do is join ma crew! And go on an adventure to mystical islands, Never before seen!" Cosimo has no interest in leaving to go on this man's adventure, or whatever he called it, so he sighs and holds up his hand to the man. "No, I will not join your 'crew' ..."

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food. And old man looks up at Cosimo walks by, noticing his rather fancy coat, and asks for a few coins. "Scuse me sir.. Might you spare some change for the less fortunate..?" Less fortunate!? Cosimo thought. This man didn't know unfortunate, not until he and his family have been persecuted for EIGHTY years. He holds up his hand and shakes his head slightly, then keeps on his way.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. "Oi!" Says a drunk fellow. Cosimo ignores the man. "AM Talkin te YU Mr. Redcoat!" Cosimo turns to him slowly, then says in a low voice. "What." The man shouts an insult about his mothers weight or something of the like, Cosimo didn't care to remember, and turned back to his food. "Dats et! You Look at me when am Talkin to ya! You no good piece of-" In an instant Cosimo launched his fist into the man's ribcage, knocking the wind out of him, then going back to his meal.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears. A very wealthy looking woman walks by, when a certain gleaming gem around her neck catches Cosimo's eye, Cyan, Gianna's favorite color. He cringes inside a little bit, the memories returning, all of the sadness, and the pain. Cosimo decides having it would only make him remember the pain more, so he continues on down the path, suppressing his feelings again.


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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    Character Information

    Name: Matthew Cardonell

    Age:19

    Class: Swordsman

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Chancellery

    Physical description: He is around normal height at 5"10, rather muscular, defined features, black hair, Handsome lad all around, except for a scar over his left eye, he dresses well.

    Screen capture of your skin: Unavailable atm.

    Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliché manner.): Matthew steps onto the docks, his pockets jingling with the money he was given, he knows it isn't safe to have it cling and clang around, but no one seems to be around. He cups his hands and breathes into them, warming them up. He looks around at the docks, frowning a bit. "Is this the place she were wanted to go to?" he thinks to himself. He sighs and walks forward, and stops dead in his tracks, he hears armor clanging, guards. Matthew hated all guards, not because he broke the law, but because of what they did to him at his home town, or Amelia rather.
    (Flashback time)After a long day of picking up scraps at his father's smith. Matthew's step-father's name was 'Henry Cardonell'. His true father's name was 'Lucas Nightray', and Matthew knew it, but he decided to take on Henry's last name since he had been with him since birth. He decided to stop by and see Amelia, after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other; and Matthew does have a rather large crush on her. As he walks towards her house. He notices three guards, all in a triangle, one in the middle, the other two at his side, they seem to be fixated on something, or someone. As he looks closer, his eyes flare with anger, they are trying to take advantage of Amelia (This was when he had two eyes). He quickly draws his sword that his father gave him for his birthday, which wasn't too long ago. "Off her you PIGS" He shouts at the guards. One of them turns, and scoffs at him, "Go on home kid! Dis be guards business onleh." Said the guard who turned. At this point Matthew didn't care that that they were armored. He didn't care that they outnumbered him, he only wanted Amelia safe, and them dead.
    He swung at the guards chest with his sword, the guard jumped back and drew his own sword. "Dat yer bes move boy!?" The guard yelled at him. Enraged Matthew lunged again, but the guard swung at him before he was close, as his sword was longer than Matthews. It hit him on the eyebrow, slicing downwards into his eye, causing him tremendous pain. Matthew clutches his eye with one hand, the blood trickling between his fingers, he looks at them with his other, even angrier.
    Matthew wouldn't give up, Amelia was his friend, and even though she may not feel the same way, she was his whole world, and if they messed with her, they might as well mess with him too. He holds his eye still, and takes his sword in his hand and with all his might swings at the guards chest. Unprepared, as the guard was focused on the blood, his chest is struck, and a deafening screech can be heard as the sword cuts through the metal, causing the guard to hunch over in pain, by this time the other two have turned to him, they are angry, and ready to fight, swords drawn. They both lunge at him, from each side, he is cut on his arm, and dodges the sweep for his legs, and then they both attack again, he blocks one, they cut his side, he is angry, but not even his rage can beat skill like this. After a while Matthew is cut up, he is bleeding profusely. His vision is blanking in and out, he is moving by instinct, dodging some, but not nearly enough of the attacks.
    Matthew's and Amelia's fathers rushed up, wielding swords Matthews father had made, and they protected Matthew, sending the guards away. They got him to the town doctor as quickly as possible, during the whole time all he asked was if Amelia was okay, and where she was, how she felt. After a few months the doctor had him healed, and back to normal, well; almost normal. His left eye is cut in two pieces, the doctor gave him a bandage to wear, which he did to help it heal, but after a while, he got used to it, and didn't hide it, it gave him a sense of purpose, reminding him everyday why he gets up, why he practices with the sword, and why he followed her. After the incident, Amelia's parents decided to send her away, to the "Capital", Matthew begged his parents endlessly to go, he worked, and saved up money, just so he could go with her. Until Finally, he had enough to pay for the trip, before he left his father gave him his blessing, some spare coins, and a sword, one of his finest.(End flashback time). He watched as the guards passed, holding his breath. As soon as they pass he takes a breathe, pats on his shirt for a moment, then walks into the Capital.

    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): He wants to win Amelia's heart, and he will follow her to ends of the earth to protect her.
    Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is very strong, he is skilled with swords and daggers, he is very loyal, He is very brave as well, He isn't tricked too easily. He has a slightly above average intelligence. When he is enraged, he blocks out pain, he doesn't know when to stop, this can be bad too, but it is also helpful.

    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.): Over his left eye is a scar given to him by from the guards of his home town. He cannot see out of it, and hitting it would cause him much pain. And because he is very strong, he isn't very fast when it comes to running. He is over protective of Amelia, and I guess if being anti-social is a weakness, then put that here too.

    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.):
    Yes,
    (Jaeden111) Amelia. She is his reason for moving.
    (Tiffosaur) Eleonore. She is his half sister.


    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.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armored men harassing a young girl. Instantly Matthew is reminded of the incident with Amelia, no girl should have to go through that. "And just /what/ in the name of Aneria, are you two oafs doing to that young lady!?" He shouts at them. Instead of waiting for one to turn like he made the mistake of doing, he pushes one to the side roughly and draws his sword. "Are these men giving you trouble miss?" *The young lady nods* Matthew draws his attention to the one nearest the girl. He kicks at his knee cap with full force. The armored man was expecting an attack from the upper body and his knee cap is kicked at, disabling his leg for enough time to beat him on the forehead with the hilt of Matthews sword. At this point the other man is back on his feet, glaring at Matthew. The man steps forward and Matthew reaches down and flings a small pile of dirt towards his eyes then goes to tackle him. The armored man swats the dirt away but doesn't see him rushing at him, he is tackled and his head hits the stone behind him. Matthew stands up looking down at him, and looks back at the girl. "Please, get out of here, they won't hurt you anymore." she nods and asks as she leaves "Wh-what is your name?" He replies to her hesitantly. "Matthew Cardonell.."

    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why? "Ello young man! If ya join me crew I ken promise ya riches beyond ya dreams!" Ever since the incident, Matthew has been skeptical about peoples true intentions, and besides, he isn't here to go adventuring, he is here to win Amelia's heart, and that's what he intends to do. "No sir, I won't be joining. I have much more important matters to attend to." The man frowns, then disregards him and goes to the next man on the street.

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Matthew looks down at the man, his family wasn't exceptionally rich, but he was never without food. "S-sonny.. can you spare some bread for me please? I-I haven't eaten in days.." The old man says in a frail voice. Matthew then reaches into his bag and pulls out a loaf of bread wrapped in some paper. "Here you go sir." He takes half of the loaf and hands it to the man. Then man looks up at him, eyes widening. "Bless you lad! May Aneria bless you for many years to come!" He says happily, nomming on the bread as Matthew walks away.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    Matthew doesn't take kindly to insults about his family, or anyone close to him, especially /not/ his mother. "What did you just say to me? You good for nothing drunkard?" The man repeats the insult to him, louder so more people can here. Matthew nods. "Thought so." He quickly sends a fist at his face, connecting quickly, knocking the man onto the ground, as he was already tipsy enough. "I hope you wake up with more of a brain than you have now. Cause you are just pathetic." He walks for the door, not looking back at the man.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Matthew walks by a very wealthy looking lady, and a gleaming necklace around her neck catches his eye. He thinks of how good that would look on Amelia, and how happy she could be with it. "Excuse me ma'am?" The lady turns to him. "Yes?" he motions to her necklace. "Might I ask where you got such beautiful jewelry?" She looks at him strangely. "Whyy..." He looks at her eyes. "I've got this girl.. and I think she might look good in that." *He smiles a bit* The lady smiles too. "I understand where you're coming from. I have about 12 more at home anyways." She shrugs and takes off the necklace, offering it to him with one hand. His eyes widen and he looks at her, his hand hovering under it. "What's the catch?" She giggles. "Just treat her nicely." He smiles. "I wouldn't have it any other way Ma'am." He grasps the bottom of the necklace carefully, and puts it in his bag for later.



    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? I do not.

    Other notes: http://www.minecraft...e/page__st__680 (Link to my first app, as this is a new character :3)
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    I tried joining the server, as i was clearly accepted show by the post two above this one, yet i am not white listed? did i get the ip wrong? i accessed rp.aneria.us to no avail, any ideas?
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    Out of Character Information

    IGN: dedoralive

    Real-Life Age: 15

    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): yes, my name is odsta22

    Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I do

    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing your Rp on another with out giving them any notice, or any time to defend themselves

    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using ooc knowledge to say know someones name, or know if someone is evil because they just said so in ooc chat.

    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character either made by you or someone else, and acting out their actions, and interacting with other characters around you.

    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: no one

    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: If they agree to it

    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: anytime using [[]] or (()) not sure which one this server uses

    Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes

    Who is allowed to use magic?: Anyone that attends the academy and is not on the villain blacklist

    Who are the Fallen?: The Medori, an old superstitious group of people who tend to avoid the Chancellory

    When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R after the defeat of Linyera monarchy 167 A.R

    Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Chancellors body guards

    What are the Net and Essence? The net is the barrier that saves life forces from falling to the world below, Essence is the substance you get from smelting, killing monsters and performing other tasks, it can save you and your gear from falling if you hit the net

    What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Ive been on this server when it was on God of Kings. Also ive been on another server which wasn't as good.

    If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Daemons Rp server, i left becuase there was a shift in ownership, and it wasn't an rp server anymore



    Character Information

    Name: Elruab

    Age: 23

    Class: Ranger

    Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Medori

    Physical description: Medium height, Dark brown hair, Cold looking face, Bushy eyebrows,

    Screen capture of your skin: (cant seem to post it, but if you send me your email ill send you the picture)

    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.):

    Growing up Elruab loved to hear the stories of the body snatcher, even thought it scared him he still found it interesting. Elruabs father was a very superstitious man, and he didn't like Elruab to play outside too much with all the other children, so instead Elruab stayed inside most of the time and imagined, and thought, and created little scenarios in his head, about what the body snatcher would be like, what meeting different people would be like. Elruab had heard of the air ships, and only saw one, his father never got one, nor used one because he was scared of what might happen.

    When Elruab was 21 his father passed away from natural causes. Even though his father didn't let him do much outside, up until the time he died, he taught Elruab how to defend himself. When Elruab was 12 he began teaching him to do light blocks, and to punch; with little success. When he turned 13 his father gave him an old bone knife, he set up some hay bales and tried to teach him to use it properly, Elruab was decent at stabbing, but had no technique. So his father began teaching him to stay strong, by going out at night; going on runs or pulling himself up on trees (pull ups). after he was strong enough, his father explained and showed him how to make a bow, it wasn't very fancy, or strong, but it would do for now. At 14 Elruab was getting used to his bow, he practiced making arrows nightly, when permitted by his father. some times his father and him would go on hunting trips at night, just to get him used to firing it. After a kill was secured his father would show Elruab how to skin the animal using the bone knife he gave him.

    At 16, Elruab it was time to make his own Bow and knife, so he went out and found a sturdy oak tree, he marked it a returned at night to retrieve it, when he came back he found the tree, but the marker was gone. He didn't think much of it as that thing happened a lot with all the animals around. After a long night Elruab had cut out the shape of the bow, but had to keep it from his father, he wanted to surprise him. So he would work on the bow after his training with his dad, and then after one long year he finished the bow, compared to his old one, it was in a word, magnificent. He showed his father, his father was, to Elruab's dismay, angry. His father was mad that he had kept a secret from him. Later on in the week, Elruab's father told him that he was proud of the time and workmanship put into the bow.

    With his new bow, and his new found respect from his father, his curiosity peaked. At the age of 18, Elruab finally asked his father why he was so superstitious and why he wouldn't let him interact with the other children. His father had him sit down, he told Elruab of his mother, she was a story teller, he told him of the stories she used to tell, more elaborate than body snatcher [[which is Elruab's favorite story]]. His father also told Elruab of how his mother, while on a hunting trip, got lost because the local huntsman didn't teach her navigation very well. Erlaubs father almost broke down into tears trying to tell Elruab that he could have taught her, but he had delayed it because he thought she was ready. Next he told Elruab that the only reason he didn't let Elruab out much, or to interact with others, is because he didn't want to have to rely on the villagers and get let down again, and lose another. Elurab and his father didn't believe that Elruab's mother was dead, after all she trained with Elruabs father. After the story Elruab wasn't mad at his father, but he still wished he had spent more time outside as a kid, at least with others. His father said he didn't want to interfere with his life anymore, he may be superstitious, but he still knew when enough was enough.

    For the first time, Elruab was going around to shops, saying hi to people he had never met before, still new to social life he wasn't very good at starting conversations. When Elruab turned 21 and his father passed away, he receded back to his anti social life for a while. While depression almost consumed him, he held onto one glimpse of hope, his mother. He went back to imagine what it would be like meeting her, flying an airship with her, hunting with her. Soon, he realized his new purpose, he had to find his mother. With a new goal, Elruab grabbed his bow, his arrows, and what food he had left, and began his search.

    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his mother, and to make friends.

    Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is good with a bow, very creative, used to being on his own, so hes used to traveling alone.

    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.): Not very sociably strong, very shy, just getting used to talking to people again. Elruab is fast and good with a bow, but hes not strong enough to fight with swords or block very well, so he just sticks to daggers and dodging.

    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, but ill rp it if someone arrives that fits the mother role, and if they accept of course.


    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.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Elruab notices what is going on, never having fought another person before he decides to try to talk to the two armored men, and have them leave the girl alone. But the men mock him, and continue as if he is not there, when he persists one of them turns towards him ''Alright you, you want her so bad!?" "prove it!" *the armored man unsheathes sword and swings at Elruab* *startled but not suprised, Elruab ducks out of the way and unsheathes his knife and stabs upward at the armored mans arm* *the man's sword is heavy, so he is too slow to dodge* "Oy! that's it!" screams the other armored man *as the other man prepares to strike Elruab lunges at him in attempt to knock him into the wall* *the man is busy getting his sword out and is caught off guard* *Elruab quickly motions the girl to come with him, to get her away from the two armored men*

    A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
    *Elruab is not used to men just proposing things to him, but he inquires, slightly interested* "what would you have me retrieve?" "and whats the reward?" *the man proceeds to tell him about the item, and the reward he will be payed for the task* *Elruab has no idea who this man is or what he wants, so he is worried about what accepting the task might do to him* *he decides to go anyways* "Alright you've got your man"
    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    *having little food of his own, Elruab knows what it is like* *taking pity on the man he opens his bag and pulls out some fresh meat he just caught* "If you'll come with me, we can get this cooked, and i can get you a meal" *Elruab says to the man showing him the meat* *the old man gets up and walks with him*
    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    *Elruab is a little sensitive about his mother, as she is his purpose for living, but he can see that the man is a little tipsy* *Elruab turns all the way toward the man, he stares him in the eyes* "what did you just say?" *the man responds with another insult* *Elruab knows that this is not the place, nor time, so he clenches his fists and walks out of the door*

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    *Elruab notices the necklace, he thinks it would be a nice greeting gift to his mother* "Hello miss, *he turns toward her* might I ask where you got that beautiful necklace?" *she responds with a hello and proceeds to thank him for the compliment* *she then tells him that if he gets her a package from a nearby town its his* *Elruab eagerly accepts and heads towards the town.


    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Not at all

    Other notes: Thank you for your time, I know you've been busy and responding to all of these takes time I know, just thought I'd say thanks :)
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]



    Out of Character Information

    IGN: dedoralive

    Real-Life Age: 15

    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): yes, my name is odsta22

    Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?: I do

    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing your Rp on another with out giving them any notice, or any time to defend themselves

    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: being over powerful, like saying, your swords don't effect me because i have steel skin, no one has steel skin...

    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Taking on a character either made by you or someone else, and acting out their actions, and interacting with other characters around you.

    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: no one

    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: in an rp fight, CvC

    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: you are on the server, but its not preferred, usually on the home site

    Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes

    Who is allowed to use magic?: Mages and Drakes

    Who are the Fallen?: The Medori, an old superstitious group of people who tend to avoid the Chancellory

    When and how did our current government come to be?: 169 A.R after the defeat of Linyera monarchy 167 A.R

    Who are the Order of Aradin?: The Chancellors body guards

    What are the Net and Essence? The net is the barrier that saves life forces from falling to the world below, Essence is the substance you get from smelting, killing monsters and performing other tasks, it can save you and your gear from falling if you hit the net

    What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Ive been on this server when it was on God of Kings. Also ive been on another server which wasn't as good.

    If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left: Daemons Rp server, i left becuase there was a shift in ownership, and it wasn't an rp server anymore



    Character Information

    Name: Elruab

    Age: 23

    Class: Ranger

    Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Medori

    Physical description: Medium height, Dark brown hair, Cold looking face, Bushy eyebrows,

    Screen capture of your skin: (cant seem to post it, but if you send me your email ill send you the picture)

    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.):

    Growing up Elruab loved to hear the stories of the Bogey man, even thought it scared him he still found it interesting. Elruabs father was a very superstitious man, and he didn't like Elruab to play outside too much with all the other children, so instead Elruab stayed inside most of the time and imagined, and thought, and created little scenarios in his head, about what the bogey man would be like, what meeting different people would be like. Elruab had heard of the air ships, and only saw one, his father never got one, nor used one because he was scared of what might happen.

    When Elruab was 21 his father passed away from natural causes. Even though his father didn't let him do much outside, up until the time he died, he taught Elruab how to defend himself. When Elruab was 12 he began teaching him to do light blocks, and to punch; with little success. When he turned 13 his father gave him an old bone knife, he set up some hay bales and tried to teach him to use it properly, Elruab was decent at stabbing, but had no technique. So his father began teaching him to stay strong, by going out at night; going on runs or pulling himself up on trees (pull ups). after he was strong enough, his father explained and showed him how to make a bow, it wasn't very fancy, or strong, but it would do for now. At 14 Elruab was getting used to his bow, he practiced making arrows nightly, when permitted by his father. some times his father and him would go on hunting trips at night, just to get him used to firing it. After a kill was secured his father would show Elruab how to skin the animal using the bone knife he gave him.

    At 16, Elruab it was time to make his own Bow and knife, so he went out and found a sturdy oak tree, he marked it a returned at night to retrieve it, when he came back he found the tree, but the marker was gone. He didn't think much of it as that thing happened a lot with all the animals around. After a long night Elruab had cut out the shape of the bow, but had to keep it from his father, he wanted to surprise him. So he would work on the bow after his training with his dad, and then after one long year he finished the bow, compared to his old one, it was in a word, magnificent. He showed his father, his father was, to Elruab's dismay, angry. His father was mad that he had kept a secret from him. Later on in the week, Elruab's father told him that he was proud of the time and workmanship put into the bow.

    With his new bow, and his new found respect from his father, his curiosity peaked. At the age of 18, Elruab finally asked his father why he was so superstitious and why he wouldn't let him interact with the other children. His father had him sit down, he told Elruab of his mother, she was a story teller, he told him of the stories she used to tell, more elaborate than bogey man [[which is Elruab's favorite story]]. He also told Elruab that his mother left him, and Elruab, to seek Live a life on air ships, the simple Medori life wasn't for her. Elruab's father only didn't let him play outside or interact with others for so long, because he couldn't handle losing another to the mystery behind the airships. Elruab wasn't mad at his father, but he still wished he had spent more time outside as a kid, at least with others. His father said he didn't want to interfere with his life anymore, he may be superstitious, but he still knew when enough was enough.

    For the first time, Elruab was going around to shops, saying hi to people he had never met before, still new to social life he wasn't very good at starting conversations. When Elruab turned 21 and his father passed away, he receded back to his anti social life for a while. While depression almost consumed him, he held onto one glimpse of hope, his mother. He went back to imagine what it would be like meeting her, and flying an airship with her. Soon, he realized his new purpose, he had to find his mother. With a new goal, Elruab grabbed his bow, his arrows, and what food he had left, and began his search.

    What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To find his mother, and to make friends.

    Strengths (Both physical and personality): He is good with a bow, very creative, used to being on his own, so hes used to traveling alone.

    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.): Not very sociably strong, very shy, just getting used to talking to people again.

    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, but ill rp it if someone arrives that fits the mother role, and if they accept of course.


    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.)


    Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Elruab notices what is going on, never having fought another person before he decides to try to talk to the two armored men, and have them leave the girl alone. But the men mock him, and continue as if he is not there, when he persists one of them turns towards him ''Alright you, you want her so bad!?" "prove it!" *the armored man unsheathes sword and swings at Elruab* *startled but not suprised, Elruab ducks out of the way and unsheathes his knife and stabs upward at the armored mans arm* *the man's sword is heavy, so he is too slow to dodge* "Oy! that's it!" screams the other armored man *as the other man prepares to strike Elruab lunges at him in attempt to knock him into the wall* *the man is busy getting his sword out and is caught off guard* *Elruab quickly motions the girl to come with him, to get her away from the two armored men*

    A man approaches you with a proposition - Go to Bloodstone and retrieve something for him, and you will be well rewarded.
    *Elruab is not used to men just proposing things to him, but he inquires, slightly interested* "what would you have me retrieve?" "and whats the reward?" *the man proceeds to tell him about the item, and the reward he will be payed for the task* *Elruab has no idea who this man is or what he wants, so he is worried about what accepting the task might do to him* *he decides to go anyways* "Alright you've got your man"
    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    *having little food of his own, Elruab knows what it is like* *taking pity on the man he opens his bag and pulls out some fresh meat he just caught* "If you'll come with me, we can get this cooked, and i can get you a meal" *Elruab says to the man showing him the meat* *the old man gets up and walks with him*
    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    *Elruab is a little sensitive about his mother, as she is his purpose for living, but he can see that the man is a little tipsy* *Elruab turns all the way toward the man, he stares him in the eyes* "what did you just say?" *the man responds with another insult* *Elruab knows that this is not the place, nor time, so he clenches his fists and walks out of the door*

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    *Elruab notices the necklace, he thinks it would be a nice greeting gift to his mother* "Hello miss, *he turns toward her* might I ask where you got that beautiful necklace?" *she responds with a hello and proceeds to thank him for the compliment* *she then tells him that if he gets her a package from a nearby town its his* *Elruab eagerly accepts and heads towards the town.


    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Not at all

    Other notes: Its good to be back :)

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    posted a message on The Silver Age Roleplaying Server [Serious Roleplay] [Four Races] [Many Classes] Server is 1.1
    (already whitelsited)


    Character Name: Elruab


    Character Age: 21


    Character Race: Cherzian


    Character Class: Archer


    Character Gender: Male
    Character Biography: All my life I have trained as an archer, worked as an archer, and have been, an archer. At five years of age i was given my first bow by my father (he was an archer too). Although I could not use my bow yet, my father wanted to teach me the technique. At fourteen years of age I had begun hunting for animals in the forest, to earn money for some armor and a new bow (my father insisted I work for nice things). Finally at the age of sixteen I had become a Royal archer. I was notably accurate and precise with my shots. Yet at eighteen, while I was at watch atop the walls, one of the kingdoms red-stone creations went wrong, causing the wall to collapse with me on it; but thanks to the many clerics and mages in the empire, and after long rehabilitation and healing sessions, I had recovered from the fall. I knew I could fight again, but the military didn't see it that way; I was put on leave until I had fully recovered. So now I wait until my time to rejoin the Royal army will come again (and if it does, this time I will stray from red-stone built walls -_- ). But for now I live as a solo archer, I hunt to earn money by selling my catch; for my companions and I ((when I gain them in game)).I am a proud and faithful Cherzian; so far I have followed any orders sent by my representative and my Emperor Tilius Eliri IV, and I will continue to do so. I hope to join once again soon.((this one for sure!))


    -Elruab
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