IGN: H0b0_J0e (o's are zeroes) Age: 14 How did you find us: 11lucy123 Extra Info: (Skype and such) Skype: cvmv2000 although I'll only be on the weekends currently for Skype
Character Name: Laegon Wintershadow Race: Snow Elf Age: 27 Class: (warrior, mage, farmer, etc) Mage: Appearance: A few inches taller than the average human height, very pale; about the same as a normal Snow Elf, nothing special physically, lean but not buff Personality Traits: Intelligent, curious to the point of being slightly dangerous to himself and others, silver tongue, a little bit of a ladies man; Sometimes seen as slightly weird; Character Strengths: Intelligent; Silver Tongue; Magical Powers; Good Morals; Shadow Communication: Laegon can communicate with shadows, talk with them, as well as make them find out information, because they can listen in to communcations. The drawback is that the shadows can do no physical harm, and Laegon cannot hold a conversation with shadows for a prolonged amount of time, limiting how much he can use his power. Character Weaknesses: Not muscular; No skill with any weapons; Prideful, can get angered quickly if anyone takes away his pride Backstory: Laegon Wintershadow was born to a typical family in the northern lands of most Snow Elves, in a large town, but not so large as a city. He loved to wonder the streets, alone and with other Elves, mostly Snow Elves. His parents were quite busy, and they allowed him a fair amount of freedom, but with the normal limits of a young kid, such as a curfew. He followed the rules well enough, and he acted as a normal kid, minus some odd questions he asked his parents. They never expected anything special from him, and he grew up with that in mind.
Eventually, his father began to show him some of his books, almost all of them on the family history. The family had an important tradition of keeping the legacy of the Wintershadow alive, and Laegon was next in line to carry that burden. One day, at about 14 years old, he came upon a part about his great-grandfather, a well-known mage and well-respected person. Laegon was fascinated by his great-grandfather, and read about him as much as he could, and asked his father about him. One day, he discovered through a book he found in the town library that his great-grandfather's power was the ability to communicate with shadows, and use them to gain information. He soon began to wonder why his parents, and his grandparents, didn't have the power. His infinite curiosity made him think about whether he might have the power, and asked his father. His father said he did not think so, but gave him a book written about the shadows his great-grandfather knew. He studied the book, and began to practice summoning shadows his grandfather knew. He soon found out, to his great surprise and joy, he had inherited the power. He showed his parents, who were proud and overjoyed that he had the power, but some of his friends found him a freak and out-cast. But some were accepting of it, so he lived a mixed life with his fellow peers.
One day, Laegon was talking with a shadow, his favorite, Minuos, when Minuos told him that the power was an extremely powerful one that could be developed even further. He decided that being in the town of his parents was not going to help grow the power he had at his disposal, and he made the decision of going out on his own. He told his parents good bye, he left them with a few of his belongings on his back, and went around for a few months, and after turning 27, found Alnilam
IGN: KevinQR Age: 16 How did you find us: Friends. Extra Info: n/a
Character Name: Harrison Comstock Race: Human - Plains Age: 39 Class: Farmer Appearance: Gruffy brown beard, tired looking eyes, red colored outfit. Personality Traits: Strong dislike of outlaws, enough that would make him in turn commit crimes to see them put behind bars, or executed. Very ambitious, hoping to own an impressive farm to supply cities goods. Character Strengths: Knowledgeable in production and use of poisons, knows how to handle a dagger. Character Weaknesses: Prone to commit arson, and murder criminals if not held in check. Backstory: Harrison comes from a foreign land, born to a farmer and guardswoman. At the age of thirteen he was captured, along with his younger sister by a group of slavers. On their way to sell their kidnapped across the sea, a riot broke out due to mutiny among the slavers shortly before they reached land. Several of the captives were killed, including his sister. Harrison was stabbed and thrown overboard, but was shored nearby. A fisherman found his near lifeless body and helped him recover.
Around the age of 19 he met and shortly after married that who would be the mother of his daughter, Bianca. Due to complications in childbirth, his wife perished.
IGN: AGWizard Age: 20 How did you find us: Well one day i came across a rabbit in the meadows clutching onto a pocket watch who called me "Alice".....thats not my name..... I followed this rabbit into a hole where the fall was great. When I came to, I found myself in a strange land full of Senial baseballs in positions of power, crazy sadists chicks that were actually dudes, and some guy... i think his name was based on a sense........was his name "Feel"? "Smell"? Ah, whatever that part wasn't too important. Anyway, I ment some crazy people and we started playing pretend on a minecraft server. The end.......OR IS IT? Extra Info: I am 5' 11.5" (^but seriously folks, fill these out they are important^) Character Name: Arc Vales Race: Plainsman Age: 16 Class: Warrior Appearance: Short brown hair and brown eyes. white skin. Personality Traits: Headstrong, bold, kind, tenacious, ally through thick and thin. Character Strengths: Is a honed swordarm, resourceful, good runner. Character Weaknesses: Illusions, Mind trickery, Afraid of Ghosts. Backstory: A boy from Alaraph, a town far to the west. With a heart set to find a new place in need of someone with his expertise, he travels. To keep the innocent safe, to halt evil, to start his own tale. His name is Arc Vales.
IGN:Zarthes Age:22 How did you find us: I never found you, you found me Character Name:Zarthes Zelendar Race:Ice Elf Age: hell if he knows anymore Class: Empathic Warrior Appearance: has a large amount of scars all over him, and his left eye appears to be missing, the odd glow inside the socket suggests its been magically replaced. Personality Traits: Makes jokes to cover up whenever he is feeling all forlorn and broody, a confident sort any other time. Character Strengths: Decent with a blade, hardy for an elf. Only thing he ever claims to master is old styled alchemy and empathic healing, has gotten really good at dying and not staying that way. Character Weaknesses: The scars on his body have a tendancy to reopen whenever he exerts himself too much, his empathic healing while a strength its also a major weakness, any sort of healing he can do for another, he receaves the pain of nearly 10 fold which tends to cripple him for a time. Backstory: The Elf known as Zarthes is a curious sort his appearance suggests he is a ice elf, yet he never confirms it himself just gives folks a shrug and moves on. Whenever people ask of his past he often gets all eerily soul searchy and ignores the question unless he gives a damn enough to tell people, what he would tell people is hes old, very old and has traveled the world many times over, or traveled many worlds to those who might get a kick out of that version. He'd say hes a very tragic soul, and that you'd best appreaciate what time you have with loved ones though that might not amount to much out in this place.
IGN: Luna_Valentine Age: 21 How did you find us: I was looking for an rp server! Extra Info: You guys have my skype
Character Name: Luna Foreson Race: Wood Elf Age: 120 years old Class: Warrior Appearance: Long black hair with a few gray streaks here and there. She's a warrior so her muscles are still well toned though she isn't as tough as she used to be Personality Traits: She's stubborn and proud. Most of the time she is friendly but she knows how to hold a grudge for a LONG time. Character Strengths: She can take quite a beating and keep on fighting, she has endurance to spare. Character Weaknesses: She's older now and doesn't move quite as fast, she's also a bit thick at times as she doesn't care much for long philosophical talks so she can get bored pretty easily. Backstory: Once upon a time long ago she met a man, she got married to him and eventually had a kid. She raised her son without much help from her husband and currently lives with him. From some past trauma (namely being thrown off a cliff during an argument) she doesn't care for heights, she'd rather stay on something solid (preferring rocks to wood) and stay as close to the ground as she can. She grew up in a village that was destroyed when she left to fight and wander the world.
IGN: the_elimist Age: 22 How did you find us: Searched for an RP server. Extra Info: N/A
Character Name: Silas Aterian Race: Ice Elf Age: Whatever the elven equivalent to a 20ish year old human would be. Class: Mage/scholar Appearance: Slightly taller than the average human, pale skin, circles under his eyes, willowy build, white hair. Personality Traits: Intelligent, habitual drinker/borderline alcoholic, sarcastic Character Strengths: Fairly intelligent, agile, instinctive grasp of magic Character Weaknesses: Physically weak, no proper magical training, prone to overheating Backstory: As the fifth of seven children, Silas was consistently overlooked by his parents. His brother Daray was a natural born hunter, venturing out into the frozen wastes their village was settled in and bringing back large kills to feed the family. His sister Elysia was much the same, though her talent lie in charming the beasts and bringing them back to the village as livestock. The youngest child, Eminor, was naturally the baby of the family.
Silas, however, had no special talent. Nothing that made him stand out. Nothing to earn his parent's love and acceptance. He was, for all intents and purposes, the outcast of the family. The black sheep. This left him driven, determined, and more than a little resentful. He through himself into his studies, hoping to find something that would finally make his parents notice him. And in a way, he did. He discovered, after much effort, that he had a knack for spellcasting, though his parents and the village were less than dazzled. And so he left. He vowed on leaving that he would find his place, and if he couldn't then he would make one for himself. He would further his studies, he would learn more magic.
And then he would return, and demand their respect.
IGN: the_elimist Age: 22 Roleplaying Experience: Extensive How did you find us?: I don't know. Luck I guess.
Character Name: Kaldr Illecebra Race: Human Height/Age: 5'10 / 24 Backstory: Kaldr left home at a young age, well, not exactly young but early teens or so (maybe thirteen or fourteen?) to pursue his gift for magic. Unfortunately for him, magic was rare where he came from, and there was nobody to teach him. This left the youngish boy traveling on his own, experimenting and trying to teach himself magic. And it worked, for a while. He learned a few tricks here and there, though it was nothing to write home about.
Eventually he made a friend, a fellow would-be sorcerer by the name of Sortiara. They traveled together, learning and discovering what they could. It went slowly, but it went all the same. Eventually, as all things do, their journey turned sour. They got in over their heads in the ruins of a cathedral, the undead threatening to overwhelm them. Sortiara lost her life in the struggle, and Kaldr did the only thing he could. Instinctively, and more out of blind panic than anything else, he threw up his hands in defense. When he did, a flash of light and a pale mist blurred his vision. When the spots faded from his eyes, he was alone. The undead were gone and his companion's body was little more than a husk. His arm was mangled from the intense magic that had flown through it, the skin flayed from it though he could still use it, if only barely. Now, years later, he still travels. Only now he knows magic, even if he is hesitant to use it.
Accepted and whitelisted, though I will suggest that you tone the age down a little. I'll have one of the other admins add the age limitations to the original post for future reference.
Sight will need to edit the first post, but here's how elven ages, and any other race's ages, work.
All races have roughly the same lifespan, give or take twenty years or so, but the elven calendar works differently than the human one. While an elf may physically be twenty by human standards, in their culture that might be considered as somewhere around a hundred years old. Think of it like dog years. The same goes for all other races. They aren't actually centuries old, but according to their calendar and culture they are.
Reposting this since I think it was missed. Ty for any response to the app.
Personal Information
IGN: come718
Age: [Optional]14
Location: U.S. east coast
RP Experience: I have been rping for three years on several rp servers (mainly medieval fantasy) my characters ranging everything from homicidal murderers to friendly bards. I have written lore for several servers and even co owned one, along with that I enjoy writing story’s in rl (though I rarely finish these small books) and have been doing so even before I started rping.
Reason for Applying: recently due to leaving my older server because to declining rp, I have been looking for a server that has a good community and role play. I hope this server might have both, and so I am making this app.
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Enrik_Frostfall
Gender: male
Age: 21 and 2 months of age
Race: human, lycan
Backstory: [Keep it brief however include everything you need]
With a final strike of the stone a small spark took light on the dead grass, the innocent flame crackling merrily in the night air, its form greedily consuming the dry stalks and grew in size taking no notice of its creator shivering behind it, breath coming in puffs of mist from his frostbitten lips, pale skin puckered with bumps, like a chicken that had been freshly plucked. Enrik nearly let out a howl of relief when the flame had burst forth from the stone, knowing it had only been luck but not caring, he was much too close to deaths waiting hands to take heed of luck or lack thereof. The small twigs burst alight and came forth an orange light illuminating the snow laden elms standing tall around him, bringing with it heat that felt like a burning sun to Enriks frozen hands, quickly he pulled away from the shock, tripping over branch behind him concealed in the white blanket that covered the earth. Falling back words Enriks feat came out from under him, kicking up snow that leapt in to the air then came down to the earth merely inches from the fire. Slowly he got back up dusting snow of off his tattered coat swearing under his breath, only half an inch difference and he would have lost the flame and with it any hope of making it through the night alive, and then his father’s sacrifice would have been worth nothing, absolutely nothing. Placing his hands again by the fire the uncomfortable feeling returned but now it began to diminish as the heat purged him of the cold. The tall trees around Enrik reminded him of home, at least what he used to call home, it wasn’t much of a home now, just a burned out husk of an old log cabin the wood scarred with soot of a flame that had taken away the one person enrik had trusted in the world the man who had taught him how to play a flute, and wield a sword (though not very well). Many times Enrik had wondered of going back to the small stretch of woods outside a small town that he and his father had called home, but then he remembered the torches, axes, and knives that would great him if he ever stepped foot there again, no nothing remained for him there, he had to keep on moving. In the distance Enrik suddenly heard a bay of barking, one part of him said it could just be a coincidence but he knew better, no one would be out this cold night without a very good reason and he suspected what that reason might be. Quickly Enrik stamped out the fire though he suspected it would do little good at this point, and then he turned and ran in to the woods the cold again piercing his exposed hands like long daggers. The barking and growling became louder and now enrik could hear shouts and the gallop of horses. The snow sucked at his legs trying to pull him back in to its fatal grasp, but still enrik pressed onward knowing that it was futile, but determined not to give up. Now enrik could see torch light shining through the trees behind him and the dogs became even more exited, knowing their prey was near. With no warning the first one was upon him, leaping from behind its wide maw open seeking his neck. Unable to reach his sword Enrik was pushed down in to the drift by the dog clawing at enriks protective hands to reach the cold flesh of his face beneath. Enrik grasped the dog’s neck and tossed the mut away from him to his left. Looking up Enrik saw it was pointless, dogs surrounded him giving low guttural growls and behind them sat several men on horseback wearing long snow packed furs, each holding small swords each at first looked like steel but there was a more evil glint to the metal as if it could sense enrik nearby, no not steel… silver. At first Enrik was surprised by this, then his surprise turned to fear and then to terror. He had no chance, none what so ever of escaping, this was the end and he knew it. but even as the realization sunk in to him so did something else, the thing fed of his fear, consuming it, growing in size, the beast letting a roar loose in the joy of again being free, Enrik could feel the change but unlike every other time he did not try and fight it. His vision blurred for a moment sinking towards the ground as if the land was trying to swallow him up. He could feel fur sprouting from his skin like weeds growing longer by the moment, the shouts of the men and barks of the dogs became a distant sound, no more than a small fly buzzing in his ear. Then the beast came, Enriks mind splintered as if hit with an axe cutting it in two, the beast wrestling with Enrik in a split-second battle for control that quickly Enrik lost. While the wolf peered at the men for a second then turned and charged through the line of dogs and ran. Bites and scratched cut his hide but the creature continued on, even the beast knew and feared of silver and the scars of an old bite burned underneath his fur. He cut through the soft snow, as a wolf, a man, a lycan.
Character Strengths: [Include at least 2]
1.He is not bad with a sword (though not good as well)
2.As shown in the backstory and as you will see in the additional information Enrik is a lycan who has the ability (and curse) to become a wolf when his emotions become two powerful. And while it is possible for the host to limitly influence the creature’s actions during this time it is very hard and unlikely.
Character Weaknesses: [Include at least 3]
1.First and most foremost is silver, silver as shown below causes mass pain/ bleeding if it cuts through a lycanthropes skin, and if it touches a lycanthropes skin but does not cut through it will burn like fire though leave no mark.
2.Because of Enriks lean frame he is not overly strong and cannot hold very heavy weapons /items.
3.Due to not growing up any were near a lake or any large water source he never learned to swim, bringing with it a slight fear of large bodies of water.
Additional Information: (Include anything about you we should know)
(I wrote lore for lycanthropy, this should tell just about anything you need to know)
Lycanthropy
“Ever wonder why you don’t see many live werewolf hunters?”
-Arnold Johnson, Ex werewolf hunter and tracker
Lycanthropy is an uncommon disease brought about by the bite of another lycanthrope. There are two branches of the lycanthrope disease, werewolves, and lycans, they both have similarities and differences from each other but both are referred to as lycanthropes in general terms. Both werewolves and lycans do not transform at will, but there trigger for transformation is different. Both lycans and werewolves are both affected by silver ,and both can be cured if directly after the bite wolfs bane is pressed on to the wound, but if it is not and the disease gets too far in to the blood stream there is unfortunately no other way to be cured.
Werewolves:
Werewolves are probably the more generic of the two branches. Werewolves unlike lycans transform every full moon, in to a half man half wolf bipedal creatures that usually stand 6-8 feet tall (standing up) and are very muscular. Werewolves cannot control there transformations at all and will attack/ bite any one they see (sometimes they kill if they get carried away). Like lycans werewolves are affected by silver but not as much as lycans are. werewolves also have a much tougher hide then lycans do in there transformed form.
Lycans:
lycans are slightly less known then werewolves but are hated and feared just the same. Lycans do not transform at full moon, instead whenever they have an extremely angry, scared, etc or any other such emotion they will transform. Also unlike werewolves lycans turn in to quadruped regular wolves instead of the half human creatures that werewolves turn in to. Lycans do not usually have much control over there transformed form but usually they are not as blood firstly in this form as werewolves are and can influence it slightly rarely. Also lycans are affected by silver much worse than werewolves are.
Silver and wolfsbane:
Firstly silver, silver causes mass pain and bleeding to both werewolves and lycans (causes more pain and bleeding to lycans) if it cuts there skin that is. If a werewolf or lycan touches silver it burns like fire, but leaves no noticeable injury.
As for wolfsbane, it is the only known cure for lycanthropy but only works when the bite has just happened before the disease has had a chance to get in to the blood stream. Wolfsbane is incredibly rare and can only be found in certain parts of the world most of those lost in time. If wolfsbane is not applied then the victim of the bite will go in to the “changing” as is called the period directly after the disease has secured itself in the victim’s blood stream.
The changing:
The changing is the name given to the time directly after the victim of a lycanthrope bite has been fully infected .In the first hour after the bite the victim feels nauseous and has pounding headaches, they are wobbly and it is hard for them to stand. In the second hour they begin to throw up, the headache’s getting worse. The third hour is when they usually start screaming in pain the nausea not stopping but they usually can’t throw up anything more. Fourth hour the pain continues and they usually start throwing up blood and it is unlikely that the victim is able to move at all. At the fifth hour the victim will usually pass out from the pain and wake up the next day. The next day the infected usually have mild headaches but nothing serious, after that point they are a lycanthrope and will now transform if it is triggered.
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Name: Kaylee
IGN: KineticCenturion
Age: 15
Location: Florida
RP Experience: 5 role-play server and 1 non minecraft server site thingy
Reason for applying: Because Batman.. Thats why
Recommended by: TheBioverse
Rp info.
IC name: Remi Grey
Gender: Girl
Age: 18 (human Years)
Race: Elf
Backstory: Remi Grey Is a simple elf.. with a simple family.. her Mother Ivory was kind to all the people in the village, she shard food and goods.. if needed. her Father Kenton was at work most of the time.. He was very distant for Remi.. she never knew the reason why.
Remi was a lot different then Most elves in the village.. She was also a lot shorter.. Being 5ft 5.. she was made fun of by most of the other Kids her age.. she is an only child.. never got out much. her mom made her sometimes but normally she would be in her room singing or drawing.. she had a artistic sight. she did really well in school. and when she was 18 her Mother made her move away… go explore new lands..
Character Strengths: Caring, Creative,
Character Weaknesses: Is week, Doesn't know much about races, Is very literal, Is scared easily, Shy, Untrusting.
RP Experience: I've RP'd on three different roleplay servers, such as CrusadeCraftRP, Fall of Thenan, and Asmalur: Land of the Dragon.
Reason for Applying: A lot of people from another RP server I have been playing on have applied for this server, and one of them recommended that I apply for this server.
Recommended By: Primarily TheBioverse.
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Tiberious Arnold
Gender: Male
Age: 112
Race: Gnome
Backstory: Tiberious Arnold was born in a small settlement on the fringe of a vast plain neighbouring a forest, where he grew up in a large family. Tiberious was definitely the most creative of the seven brothers and sisters his mother and father had, although his creativity always had a sustained amount of intelligence behind all of his ideas. During Tiberious' education, he could often be found writing, and drawing down in the mines. Tiberious would take a liking to the seemingly humongous machinery, and was amazed by the factor that, like the gnomes, the cogs would have to work in alignment with each one's needs. Eventually, Tiberious had finished his education, although he wasn't eager to get a job, and so he stayed with his oldest brother so he could study engineering even more, as his brother's residence was next to the mines. Tiberious would often be brought different loose cogs, and intriguing shapes of stone home, and he could often be found sketching them into his little scrapbook, a content and excited look upon his face whenever he did. Tiberious was eventually told to go and find his own grotto-like home, when his brother's wife had complained about the amount of drawings that Tiberious had pinned up around the house of himself looking onto the fire and steam coming from the mines; under the claim that "it isn't good for our child to be exposed to such imagery". This isn't to say it wasn't a fair judgement, as Tiberious did have a slight obsession with how "elegant" and "beautiful" the fire and steam coming from the mines looked.
Tiberious moved into his own grotto, and instantly restarted his studies. He would draw schematics almost every day, trying to conjure up how to make something what would impress his friends and siblings. At the age of seventy, Tiberious had managed to get his hands on an assortment of cogs from his brother, enough to make a contraption that managed to fling the settlement's entire supply of beef jerky into a pit of lava in a mine shaft in rapid succession. Tiberious was commended for managing to make such a contraption, although he was also told to leave the settlement, as he'd essentially threw an entire summer and autumn's preparation for the winter away.
The next twenty years of Tiberious' life was spent travelling. He'd raise money by using chickens he would steal from farms as cannon-fodder, creating a show for villages with his cannon. This earned him a good amount of gold at first, just enough to get a horse, a carriage, and a decent assortment of knives and hatchets to defend himself from drunk humans who would try and pick him up and run away with him. After this, there'd be an iconic show that would get Tiberious into quite a lot of trouble. Tiberious was presenting his machine to a crowd, some street thugs had noticed that the chickens actually weren't alive. Whether they had died of a heart attack, or from being smacked by other chickens propelled after them wasn't known to the crowd, but if one thing was for sure, the thugs in the crowd weren't impressed. Tiberious was beaten to a pulp and took to a bandit camp, where he was ordered to modify the contraption so that it could launch bolts. After weeks of melding metal together, Tiberious had completed what they would presume to be a killing machine, and he was allowed to go and sit in the fields for a few hours; which was a perfect view for Tiberious to watch the bandit camp blow up after he had tampered with the lever to create a spark what would set the gunpowder below it off, as well as the lamp oil he had lined the chief's quarters with. Tiberious ran for his life as the commotion bought him enough time to gather his weapons, take enough food to last him for three days or so, and leave.
Weeks passed, and Tiberious was now a tired, penniless Gnome. He was found collapsed against a well near a remote house. The man who owned the house was kind enough to bring him inside, and care for him until he woke up. Tiberious would grow close to the middle-aged fellow, and so he was granted permission to use the shed as an abode for a while. The friendship between the two developed, and so knowledge was shared. Tiberious would teach the man about how to craft some machinery, and he even begun to make the man extensions to his shed, gaining inspiration from the architecture he reminisced about from the settlement; and in return the man would teach Tiberious how to use the limited amount of weapons he could carry, such as daggers (Which due to their size was regarded as a sword to Tiberious) and small hatchets. Obviously Tiberious was no master, far from it in fact, but it at least meant he would know how to handle himself to some extent. It was a few years down the line that Tiberious had finally managed to build another one of his machines with the help of the man, although upon completion it was took away from him. Tiberious, infuriated, went to confront the friend he would now regard as a brother. Tiberious found the man outside a barricaded coal-mine, with a few other men and women of different races. The machine had been given as an offering to a cult the man had sworn his life to at a young age, and so Tiberious had no choice but to, yet again, destroy his machine by using his lamp to ignite the ammunition inside the thing, which would jam the machine up all together. Tiberious was forced to run. Again. And so he had to collect his weapons, some food, and use the well to jump onto a horses back. He travelled from place to place for another six years, before deciding it'd be a smart decision to finally try to settle down, and become content with life yet again.
Character Strengths: Stength One: His training. Although he wasn't taught by the best, and he is in no way, shape, or form "excellent" at fighting, he at least has some combat knowledge.
Strength Two: His cheerfulness. Tiberious is in no way a social climber, but if someone is willing to get to know him, his cheerful personality will become more apparent once he feels they are trustworthy, and so for that reason, Tiberious wouldn't exactly be on someone's bad side often.
Character Weaknesses: Weakness One: His size. It is quite self explanatory, but Tiberious can easily be physically outmatched due to his race.
Weakness Two: His obsession with fire. If there is a great amount of fire somewhere, don't expect Tiberious to help put it out. He is more likely to sit down, and stare at it. Cackling and commenting on the "great display" is more than likely to ensue. For obvious reasons, this could lead to Tiberious' downfall.
Weakness Three: His past accommodation. Tiberious used to live next to a mine shaft, and so for that reason, he doesn't have the best set of lungs. Due to extensive amounts of exposure to bright sights like fire, and sparks, Tiberious' eyes aren't in the best shape either, and so he will suffer from dizziness, and migraines if he doesn't wear his goggles for a few hours. Because of this, Tiberious can't exactly run for long, and so if you journey with him, be prepared to give him a piggy back.
Skype Contact Information: My username is Rustycushion.
Now this is a story, all about how, Shepard's life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sittin right there, I'll tell you how I became a Knight from a Imperial town.
In west Imperial controlled territory, born n' raised, in my pa's portrait shop is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin' out, maxin, relaxin' all cool, and shootin' some rats, out in the streets
when a couple a guys, they were up to no good, started causing trouble in my neighbourhood,
the makeshift guard got in one little fight, and my mom got tough, "You're signing up to the Guard in this Imperial town"
at 14 I met my friend on my first day, B. RuppenWaffles, we unpacked our suitcases and started to train.
We tried archery, Gave it a miss, and then a knight gave me a stick and said "Might as well hit 'em."
First match, fo sho' B. Ruppenwaffles is bad, we drank ale from a champagne glass
Is this how Knight's live like? hmmm, this might be alright.
but then some people were wussies, they weren't all that.
So we trained, we fought, we won, at the end of our long years of training we were knights, I was Sir S. Face, and my friend was Sir Ruppenwaffles, we were assigned to the frontier, something about unruly Mages, please, doing work meant effort.
Character Strengths:
Smart
Well-ish Trained
Well trained with Puns
Character Weaknesses:
Limited Dialogue options
Unable to be taken seriously
Consumes large amounts of food
Gets lost often, wait 1 hour for him to return.
Additional Information: You know me
Skype Contact Information: IhaveNosight
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Sir Ruppenwaffles
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Race: Human
Backstory:
B. Ruppenwaffles grew up in a modest home in an empire city. He had loving parents who owned a bakery, and some siblings who all enjoyed their life in the city, to a relative point. With the empire growing weaker, his city set out to hire new guards from the townsfolk that consisted of mainly farmers, blacksmiths and drunks. It didn't make a very good town guard, but everyone got free ale from the bar so all was well. (Except for the bar owner.)
Eventually, a band of knights came to the city, offering protection. The young boy and his friend Shepard were awe-struck by the heroic knights. They watched the knights fight in the training yard, ride their horses and on some occasions, get drunk at free drink night in the city.
At the age of fourteen, the two boys decided to join up with the guard to improve their chances at becoming knights! They proved to be excellent at sword-fighting and archery, if in this case sword-fighting involves beating each other with sticks crudely made to look like swords and archery being where you shoot faulty bows and take they eye out of Sir Vivor. In that case, they were protégées.
After years of training at "Beat each other with stick", "Who can steal the most sweet rolls" and "Try not to hit Sir Render with arrows", the two men were ready to move on to knighthood. B. Ruppenwaffles became Sir Ruppenwaffles, his best friend being knighted soon after. They were then sent by the empire to follow their cause, spreading the word of law and vanquishing anything that stood against them. What actually ended up happening was that the two roamed the lands, vanquishing soberness, and spreading word from inn to inn of how they all should watch out for the two men that burned down three inns, stole eight pigs and still had time for dessert all in one night.
Character Strengths:
Strong
Well-ish trained.
Impervious to the word NI
Well trained in the art of pun.
Character Weaknesses:
Limited dialogue options
Unable to be taken seriously.
Consumes large amounts of food.
Gets lost often, wait 1hr for him to return.
Additional Information: Ni.
Skype Contact Information: ihave5sight
Yes, actually. I thought Sight and I had already accepted them.
Reason for Applying: Already applied, making new character.
Recommended By: [Optional]
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Drake Maliok
Gender: Male
Age: 211
Race: Half-demon, Half-human
Backstory: Born hundreds of years ago, Drake has been in many wars. He now leads an organization named The Dark Order. This order is set out to allow the forces of chaos to roam freely. Upon recieving a letter from his old friend Kluug (other character, now deceased) about a god of darkness being let into the world, he head out to Raven Crest to "assist" in a way. His class is Shadowknight.
Character Strengths: Being half demon increased his lifespan and increased resistance to elemental powers. Smart. Improved swordsmanship.
Character Weaknesses: Lost all feelings, sucks with bows, Less defensive.
RP Experience: I play RPG video games and RP with my friends sometimes.
Reason for Applying: Looks really well thought out and I want to try RP on a Minecraft server.
Recommended By: My invisible friend Tom.
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Zarshja
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Elf
Backstory: When he was three years old, his parents had died int a fire, leaving Zarshja to be left in his senile aunt's care. While slightly crazed, the old elf had taught the orphan how to seek the good in life and heavily influenced Zarshja. After his aunt's death, the determined elf had decided to head out and explore the land. Unfortunately, fate was cruel and had it be that his aunt give all her belongings to her pet cat.
Unfazed, Zarshja left the house armed only with the clothes on his back, his determination, and a tall walking stick.
Character Strengths: He's optimistic and determined.
Character Weaknesses: He lost his entire right arm in the fire that killed his parents. He is also very naive and too trusting.
Additional Information: I'm directionally challenged, so...yeah...heheh, a little help will go a long way for me.
Skype Contact Information: I don't have a Skype as of yet.
So this is my revised post where i had to change my name and ive found a good name that fits within the lore.
IGN: Spartanwhite27
IC Name: Lucan (revised)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Backstory: [Keep it brief however include everything you need] Robin Lucan is sitting around a campfire with some of the towns young hunters when one asks him what happened when the empire left. Robin Lucan removes his hood and begins his tale. "I was eleven when the empire abandoned us here. No word came the caravans stopped there wasn't even signs of raiders stealing our supplies. We waited a week panicked that some war had started and we were left unprotected besides our local yeomen and the old drunkards we called sheriffs. But it was far worse than any of us could have imagined. It was worse because there wasn't anything, just silence on the roads that headed back towards the empire. I was scared just like the rest of my family. My mother and fathered argued of what to do. finally on the third week when there was no more meat my father took me and we out into those woods to hunt for deer. I expected bandits to kill us at any moment but in the woods away from the roads the forest was full of life, and it was good. So from then on the woods became our caravan, our supplier of food, of goods, and the life that you see around you today."
Character Strengths: [Include at least 2] Hunting and gathering (one) Tracking, being able to follow his prey quietly. (two)
Character Weaknesses: [Include at least 3] mining, lack of any magical powers, tends to be more quiet in social situations and prefers the woods over the cities.
Additional Information: (Include anything about you we should know) I am a Sargent in a gaming community known as the Disciples of Gaming (DoG) and im always looking for new people to join. the branch im in is for CoD Black ops 2 and is on xbox 360. Go Supremacy! Skype Contact Information: (If you wish to be added to a large community chat)
Race: Human
Backstory: [Keep it brief however include everything you need] Robin is sitting around a campfire with some of the towns young hunters when one asks him what happened when the empire left. Robin removes his hood and begins his tale. "I was eleven when the empire abandoned us here. No word came the caravans stopped there wasn't even signs of raiders stealing our supplies. We waited a week panicked that some war had started and we were left unprotected besides our local yeomen and the old drunkards we called sheriffs. But it was far worse than any of us could have imagined. It was worse because there wasn't anything, just silence on the roads that headed back towards the empire. I was scared just like the rest of my family. My mother and fathered argued of what to do. finally on the third week when there was no more meat my father took me and we out into those woods to hunt for deer. I expected bandits to kill us at any moment but in the woods away from the roads the forest was full of life, and it was good. So from then on the woods became our caravan, our supplier of food, of goods, and the life that you see around you today."
Character Strengths: [Include at least 2] Hunting and gathering (one) Tracking, being able to follow his prey quietly. (two)
Character Weaknesses: [Include at least 3] mining, lack of any magical powers, tends to be more quiet in social situations and prefers the woods over the cities.
Additional Information: (Include anything about you we should know) I am a Sargent in a gaming community known as the Disciples of Gaming (DoG) and im always looking for new people to join. the branch im in is for CoD Black ops 2 and is on xbox 360. Go Supremacy! Skype Contact Information: (If you wish to be added to a large community chat)
Do me a favor and name yourself something else. Otherwise you're in.
RP Experience: Years (Exp.: D&D, Star Wars, other servers, ect.)
Reason for Applying: I am looking for a dedicated, fun role-playing server.
Recommended By: [Optional]
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: Dryven Zetosor
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (Explained in backstroy)
Race: Golem-blooded (D&D race, explained in backstory)
Backstory: Raised in a cottage in the forest, Dryven wasn't very educated. He was home-schooled for a couple of years, but mostly taught himself. One night when he was 8, he was kidnapped by a crazed mage. The mage used Dryven's soul to make a golem. Dryven's cries fall on deaf ears as both body and mortal are fused together. He was no longer human, but a half-human, half-golem. A Golem-blooded. He kept most of his memories, but his family was very blurred. He wandered for several years and came across Raven Crest.
Character Strengths: He is stronger due to the golem within him. He can live for over 5000 years because he is part golem.
Character Weaknesses: Some of his childhood memories are lost causing sadness. He lives for a long time so loved ones pass before him. His mind is fragile so he may lose it in the middle of a conversation.
Definitely not. The idea is interesting, but completely overdone. You've made a super strong, near immortal character who's only weakness is that he's sad and semi-crazy.
RP Experience: World Of Warcraft, Pokemon and many more
Reason for Applying: I would like to play another RPG, but this time in minecraft. I would also like to help beginners if I become good enough
Roleplaying Information
IC Name: DeathWind
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Backstory:
As the village guard I always stood by our Leader's side. I always defended him from wolves and bandits. I and 5 other people defended him and acted as body guards.
I used to weild a sword or bow as my weapon. I must have killed many of foes and animals. I had different friends and foes, many came, passed and died. All because of the Leaders selfish greed.
We fought many battles, but the battle of our city was the bloodiest. It was father vs mother and son against daughter. I fought in this battle as a warrior, coated with a leather body suit and an Ironguard sword. I was on Kragorior's side fighting Ritach. Our Leader betrayed us because Ritach had more soldiers and better armour, while we had a few thousand they had over 5,000 troops. We were doomed to fail, but as I gave up hope I found this driad, she gave me a sword with a glowing bulge on the end. I cast it and a massive explosion occurred. I went to battle and attacked with it. After killing many of their troops with my weapon I killed our old leader by plunging my sword through his stomach. The enemy lost moral and fled, they were lucky. Only 1,000 of our troops survived while over 2,000 of theirs lived to tell the tale.
I have been wondering around the baron landscape for years, alone. I have killed wild animals and few travelers to get food, but I seek a place to call my kingdom after such a tragic past. I have become better at fighting melee troops and groups, but the flashbacks weaken me while I fight. I cannot see very well and small creature can destroy me.
Character Strengths: Ranged Battles, Confusing Enemies and Running
Character Weaknesses: Melee Troops, Groups, Humans, Fast Creatures and Small Creatures (Gnomes/Dwarves)
Additional Information: I am quite good at PvE I also would like to keep my voice hidden as I am very self - conscious
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Age: 22
How did you find us: Searched for an RP server.
Extra Info: N/A
Character Name: Silas Aterian
Race: Ice Elf
Age: Whatever the elven equivalent to a 20ish year old human would be.
Class: Mage/scholar
Appearance: Slightly taller than the average human, pale skin, circles under his eyes, willowy build, white hair.
Personality Traits: Intelligent, habitual drinker/borderline alcoholic, sarcastic
Character Strengths: Fairly intelligent, agile, instinctive grasp of magic
Character Weaknesses: Physically weak, no proper magical training, prone to overheating
Backstory: As the fifth of seven children, Silas was consistently overlooked by his parents. His brother Daray was a natural born hunter, venturing out into the frozen wastes their village was settled in and bringing back large kills to feed the family. His sister Elysia was much the same, though her talent lie in charming the beasts and bringing them back to the village as livestock. The youngest child, Eminor, was naturally the baby of the family.
Silas, however, had no special talent. Nothing that made him stand out. Nothing to earn his parent's love and acceptance. He was, for all intents and purposes, the outcast of the family. The black sheep. This left him driven, determined, and more than a little resentful. He through himself into his studies, hoping to find something that would finally make his parents notice him. And in a way, he did. He discovered, after much effort, that he had a knack for spellcasting, though his parents and the village were less than dazzled. And so he left. He vowed on leaving that he would find his place, and if he couldn't then he would make one for himself. He would further his studies, he would learn more magic.
And then he would return, and demand their respect.
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Age: 22
Roleplaying Experience: Extensive
How did you find us?: I don't know. Luck I guess.
Character Name: Kaldr Illecebra
Race: Human
Height/Age: 5'10 / 24
Backstory: Kaldr left home at a young age, well, not exactly young but early teens or so (maybe thirteen or fourteen?) to pursue his gift for magic. Unfortunately for him, magic was rare where he came from, and there was nobody to teach him. This left the youngish boy traveling on his own, experimenting and trying to teach himself magic. And it worked, for a while. He learned a few tricks here and there, though it was nothing to write home about.
Eventually he made a friend, a fellow would-be sorcerer by the name of Sortiara. They traveled together, learning and discovering what they could. It went slowly, but it went all the same. Eventually, as all things do, their journey turned sour. They got in over their heads in the ruins of a cathedral, the undead threatening to overwhelm them. Sortiara lost her life in the struggle, and Kaldr did the only thing he could. Instinctively, and more out of blind panic than anything else, he threw up his hands in defense. When he did, a flash of light and a pale mist blurred his vision. When the spots faded from his eyes, he was alone. The undead were gone and his companion's body was little more than a husk. His arm was mangled from the intense magic that had flown through it, the skin flayed from it though he could still use it, if only barely. Now, years later, he still travels. Only now he knows magic, even if he is hesitant to use it.
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Sight will need to edit the first post, but here's how elven ages, and any other race's ages, work.
All races have roughly the same lifespan, give or take twenty years or so, but the elven calendar works differently than the human one. While an elf may physically be twenty by human standards, in their culture that might be considered as somewhere around a hundred years old. Think of it like dog years. The same goes for all other races. They aren't actually centuries old, but according to their calendar and culture they are.
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Soon TM
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We're not accepting werewolves, sorry.
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Yes. In.
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Yes, actually. I thought Sight and I had already accepted them.
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Half-demon isn't an accepted race dude. Storyline.
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Whitelisted
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Yep, go on in.
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Do me a favor and name yourself something else. Otherwise you're in.
Definitely not. The idea is interesting, but completely overdone. You've made a super strong, near immortal character who's only weakness is that he's sad and semi-crazy.
Still no. The changes were negligible.