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Post by peraldon on Dec 25, 2011 14:39:49 GMT -5
Welcome, dear travellers, to a grand adventure!This is a slightly more....organised version of the first RP game set up by Trompe. The game will be run by me. As I collect more ideas about this, the thread will be expanded. The Jarl of Whiterun has called out for help as rumours of disappearing people scare the streets. He calls for brave people who will venture into the underworld of the city... Applications will close on the 4th of January around 5pm GMT. I will then pick the best to be let in. If an application truly wows me, I will let them in before the closing date. Rules and more information soon! The rulesEach turn lasts exactly 2 days. In each turn you may do one action, posting only once. If you miss a turn, back luck: your character acts as if he/she just stands there! An action is attacking someone, good descriptions of you attacking gives you bonus points  . You can't attack, talk to someone, then walk down a long corridor and then attack somebody else, you are only allowed one action. I might bend rules sometimes to keep the game enjoyable, as enjoyment is the most important part. Just remember, my say is final... Players selected 2/5Colbinile-- Farrok Crafter46--Ri'Vado ApplicationRP exp.: Maturity: Copy of your IC app for the server:
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Torchlight
Warrior
Don't mess with the bunny, He has a eye patch.
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Post by Torchlight on Dec 26, 2011 5:51:46 GMT -5
RP exp.:
I've had many RP experiences, I've RPed on other servers, Such as a yogscast themed server (Diggy Diggy Hole!) I'm also a member on Lord of the Craft and WAS a member on Kingdom Of Aeonis.
Maturity:
I'm a fairly mature person, I don't rage, I don't whine and i certainly don't cry about pointless things, I'm 15 so i know how to control myself.
Copy of your IC app for the server:
IC
Name: Alex Hound.
Race: Nord.
Gender: Male.
Age: 24
Appearance: Blondish figure with deep blue eyes, Wearing gauntlets and a backpack, His colors are grey and white.
Fears: Claustrophobic.
Personality: Strong intelligent Nord, Fights well with swords and a bow, He mostly spends his days hunting.
Occupation: Hunter and Thief, Snooping around in the shadows.
Skills: He has excellent accuracy and is very fast, Some say he disappears when they blink.
Nickname (Optional): Nighthawk.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*There's a group of Imperials and Stormcloaks arguing before a battle*
Stormcloak Guard: We are the Stormcloaks, We will protect all that are with Ulfric Stormcloak, We won't let you take this village, We will defend it.
Imperial Guard: You Stormcloaks are nothing but a virus spreading around Skyrim, If there is a Virus, There is always a cure and that cure is us.
*The Arguments continue, A figure is standing in the shadows of the buildings*
Alex: Pff... What easy targets they all make... I could sweep in and take all of their... "Belongings" As they say.
*Alex Casually walks over and pinches one of the guards wallets out, making it loose, He walks around again, Pulling the wallet out swiftly, Finding merely 50 coins* Cheap Skunks.. These ere' guards get nothing but minimum wage.. I'll guess i can eat... "Something" Tonight.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Alex was a normal child, Had normal parents and a normal life, Everyday he used to wake up, Put on his clothes and shoes then quietly creep outside and start the farm work, He would get a hoe out of the barn, then harvest all the wheat that has grown over the weeks, He was usually finished before his parents could wake up, Once Alex was finished, He would run back to the barn, put away his hoe and grab his wood sword and shield, Then sprint off into the woods, His mother always watched his run off into the wilds, Telling him to be careful.
One day when Alex was heading back home from the woods, He noticed a patrol of Imperial Guards, He quickly hid in the bushes, Once they passed he would run back home, Only to find the Guards were heading to his home, To collect the local "Tax" But that's not the only thing they were looking for, They were looking for Alex, His parents denied giving away their precious son, Well.. That's when Alex got back home, He ran towards the guards with his wooden sword out, He charged and tried to hit the Guard, Only to fail, The guard grabbed his sword, and broke it in half with no sweat, He picked up Alex and gave him a good look, "This will do." He put him down and tied his hands and legs together, He threw the boy onto the horse, His mother crying, With nothing else to remember his mother by, Only tears running down her cheeks, Since that day Alex was part of the Imperial Guards.. By force of course, But he wouldn't stand for this, He was given his own cabin, Small but cozy, with a little window, He always used to look out and think to himself "My home is somewhere out there." One day when they were taking him out of his cabin for training, Alex punched the guard that was escorting him, Making a run for it, With a few slices of bread in his back pack, The bell was rang and all the guard's were aware of the running victim, But no one could catch up to him, He was like a wolf, With nothing to lose, Alex run into the woods, Living in them since, Stealing from the major cities.
First Application, U mad ? :]
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Post by peraldon on Dec 26, 2011 10:48:25 GMT -5
Good app.
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Post by sasuage62 on Dec 26, 2011 16:18:13 GMT -5
Application RP exp.: I have had a fair bit of RP experience, for instance I used to be on the staff team of a RP minecraft server called Iconicraft. Maturity: I would like to say I am very mature, but I do have moments when i am immature, not like whining or rage quitting , but just doing immature things  Copy of your IC app for the server: Name: Jhinseck Yanten Race: Nord(Werewolf) Gender: Male Age: 28 Appearance: A scared and scratched face and a burnt left hand, apart from that, pretty normal. Fears: Vampires Personality: A friendly man, except when in werewolf form. Occupation: Builder Skills: Blacksmithing and building Nickname (Optional): Jhin RP Example (Add Dialogue): *me* Hello sir.. *man* Alright mate.. *me* How can I help ya' *man* I'm looking for an iron sword *me* Can't help ya mate, sorry, but there is a place just down the road called Trenach's swords *man* Ok, thanks, see ya soon.. *me* Bye! Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in a small village in a far away land, but the village was attacked by a huge dragon when I was only thirteen, i never saw my mother and father again, in fact, I've never met anyone from that village again. I managed to escape on the back of a cart. When the cart finally made it to another village, I jumped off. This man, named Renourg krengen noticed me, i told him what had happened and he offered to let me stay with him if i work for him. He taught me everything I know. I stayed there till i was 21, after that I moved to a new village and got a new job as a builders assistant. He passed away about two years after that and left me the business. I worked there for 4 more years until, one night, i was walking back to my home, and i was jumped on by a werewolf, he bit me and well, since then business has been tough. |
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Post by crafter68 on Dec 26, 2011 17:22:41 GMT -5
RP exp.:
I have played Minecraft for around two years now; about one year of that time was spent on roleplaying servers. At the moment I have been playing on 'The Land of Aswein' ancient rp server; I fill the role of Acolyte, currently the highest position attainable - given you chose to follow 'divine paths'.
Outside of Minecraft, I often immerse myself in games of a roleplaying nature, and of course this includes Skyrim, where I play a Khajiit that I will attempt to recreate in Minecraft through the medium of this server.
Maturity:
I regard myself as a very mature person. I am extremely passionate about what I believe in, and never act in a way that would hurt others unless it is necessary. My actions are always justified.
IC
Name:Ri'Vado
Race:Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age: 26
Appearance:
Ri'Vado's slight, but athletic build, so common among all Khajiit, accentuates his height of 6.4 feet. Fiery orange dartwing hair covers his body, juxtaposed with the eider undercoat which canvases the lower regions of his face as well as the arms and legs. Ri'Vado is committed to the upkeep of his regal looking mane which engulfs the back of his head, however given his current circumstances, the majority of his face has been hidden by the hood of a cloak which seems forever present. Unfortunately, due to the constant use, the auburn, once hardy attire has become victim to the often harsh climate of Tamriel. His eyes are frost mirriam green and those that have spied them tell of a vindictive glare that pierces their very soul. Ri'Vado's teeth, though blunt from years of mistreatment still maintain the abilty to deal some damage. On the other hand, his claws (necessary for his survival) are razor sharp, a product of constant care. His ears are in superior to most in the depth of caves, though due to a congenital defects, he has trouble hearing in 'overcrowded' conditions. Ri'Vado was also born with a fork tail. While this seems to have caused many of the problems in his past, it also means that he is able to uphold a state of balance better than any of his kin. This lends itself to many aspects of his life, and thus he is fast and agile. Sadly, because of ostracism in his early life, he tends to hide his dual-tail within his clothing, so as not to attract attention to himself.
Besides his cloak, his other clothing depends on the situation he finds himself. He will try to accommodate himself to the best of his ability, though this is often hindered by his financial situation... Currently, he dons ragged, brown leather pants and a very old green shirt.
Fears:
Ri'Vado is rather secretive, and therefore, nobody really knows much about him. Therefore it could be said that he is scared of public appearance, however, outsiders know nothing. Ri'vado fears the day when his past will be revealed - it is full of regret, sorrow and missed opportunities. Though he hopes to take control of his own life in the near future.
He also believes that all of each races Gods have a hand in the goings on in the world, and while he may not be entirely fearful, he maintains a healthy respect.
Personality:
Ri'Vado is quite secretive, and because of this, none can claim to truly know him. He is a strong believer in destiny, and has a innate feeling of knowing; knowing that his current lifestyle is not what it was meant to be. He feels that every time he tries to create new opportunities for himself, he is let down by his past, misguided. He dreams of grand adventures and has a great sense of ambition, but truly believes these fairy-tales can never be realised.
Ri'Vado is very selective in whom he trusts and dares to make acquaintance with, because of this, he seems to be hostile to anyone unwise enough to be ignorant of him. Generally this encompasses all of Tamriel given that it is somewhat difficult to know anything about him when he does not trust you enough to tell you anything. He will be loyal as long as it suits him, however he does have the capacity to allow permanent trust, given the individual.
At heart he is compassionate, and only harms an individual that has been kind to him unless necessary. Alternatively, if anyone dares talk down to him in any way, shape or form, act aggressively towards him or forget their ideals, they (depending on the circumstance) will be swiftly dealt with.
Occupation:
Ri'Vado has never really held a permanent job, and often dreams about what he could be. He has a desire to lead; which is backed by his strong leadership skills. Because of this longing, he feels that a career in politics would be desirable, however he has lacked the means to achieve such a position in the past.
Skills:
Ri'Vado's most prized attribute is his mind. Whenever he finds himself in a troublesome situation, he is usually able to talk himself out of harms way. However, on the rare occasion that he fails himself, Ri'Vado is able to fall back on his superb archery skills and sound grasp of magic. He is able to wield a blade, although he is rather clumsy...
Because he isn't the greatest magic wielder, he tends to focus on alchemy and potion brewing.
Nickname (Optional): Ri'Vado doesn't accept being called anything less than his name in its entirety.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The harsh Hearthfire sun is known for its deceptive tricks, alas this was no trick. As the mirage like figure of Ri'Vado seemed to pass through the landscape, his pursuers fell further and further behind. As freedom seemed to grow ever more, real, regret seemed to fade into oblivion. As he pondered over the curiosities of what had just occurred, he noticed a thin wire, taught between two tall trees maybe 10 meters ahead of him. This was strange, very strange, human influence is often paired wi- but he had already spotted it; a scaly orange tail well camouflaged with the red fallen leaves. "Rasha", he said quietly to himself as he turned around, "so we meet again." "Bravo, Bravo! It was the colouring wasn't it... Do you know how hard it is to get fresh tails these days?", Rasha stepped out from her bush. "They are considered a delicacy in Elsweyr", Ri'Vado retorted. "The money Rasha, where is it? This was your last chance." "Well, I am sorry to say th-" But it was to late, an arrow was already halfway through her heart...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ri'Vado has always been different from his kin. Maybe it is the product of abuse? Perhaps it is the result of being in too many 'wrong places' at the 'wrong times'? Regardless, one thing is certain, Ri'Vado's parents were in a bad business. His mother S'rivo was a Skooma addict, Ri'Vado cannot remember a time when his mother was 'really' there for him. Her only friend was the bottle; and this truth remained when S'rivo became pregnant. But Ri'Vado doesn't blame his... defects, on his mother. It was his 'father' S'Virr that deserves that blame. His mother, a weak-minded individual had been easy prey no doubt. A moon sugar dealer like S'Virr would have seen her as a great investment. S'Virr beat his mother on a regular basis, and when he was done with her, she would often come after him. Ri'Vado took to talking his father out of it, and over the course of his childhood, he was forced to master the art of speech in order to ensure his survival.
This terrible period of his life took place in all regions of Tamriel, wherever S'Virr's business took them. It is for this reason that he was never to uphold any long-term friendships, and so, he gave up. This life had shown him that in order to survive, you must be self-sufficient, and he would take this belief throughout the rest of his life. He remembers living on boats for years at a time, either ferrying goods or evading the law, there was no rest for Ri'Vado. Perhaps it is no surprise then that we disappeared. Of course nobody would notice, his father would not care; knowing that Ri'Vado would most likely die without his support. He would be glad to be rid of that burden in cat form. His mother would not notice, for did she ever? Ri'Vado decided that he would take his own life. This had gone on for long enough, and he believed that the Cat Mother Mara would look after him...
While his 'family' was staying in the north-west of Morrowind, living in a small cabin in the mountain ranges, it would begin. Ri'Vado had spent the last week draining the blood from his S'Virr's caught game, and he now had a hefty supply, which he stored in empty skooma bottles. He took blank scrolls from S'Virr's documents and stole ink from Dunmer that lived a 3 hours distance to the east. He made sure to hide everything in false rock he had discovered outside the dwelling. Middas of the Last Seed was when his plan would come together. The day before, Ri'Vado had made sure to forge a ransom note with S'Virr's scrolls, using his lengthy nails as writing implements. He made small blotches of blood lead from the rock floor where he slept, to the open doorway, all the way to S'Virr's horse. Placing the ransom note on the floor, he walked out the door mounted the horse and rode of into the night. Ri'Vado was 16 when he was presumed dead, and as was anticipated, S'Virr did follow up the ransom. Of course S'Virr did not care for Ri'Vado, it was his horse he wanted back...
With 800 Septims in his pocket and a feeling which could only be described as sweet freedom, Ri'Vado traveled across Tamriel for 10 years. Earning money from odd jobs, stealing and pick-pocketing. It is during this time that he mastered the art of stealth and trained himself to use the bow and arrow. He also spent his time collecting different materials to be used in alchemy. However, after 10 years, he was growing tired of life without meaning. He was saddened that he had achieved nothing after living for 26 years and after hearing of the civil war in Skyrim, he made a beeline for the Land of the North...
For that is where his story will begin, and meaning will take on a whole different... meaning.
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Post by Colbinile on Dec 27, 2011 1:56:15 GMT -5
RP exp.: This server.  Maturity: Over 9000. Copy of your IC app for the server: nty |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 27, 2011 5:04:14 GMT -5
Application RP exp.: I have had a fair bit of RP experience, for instance I used to be on the staff team of a RP minecraft server called Iconicraft. Maturity: I would like to say I am very mature, but I do have moments when i am immature, not like whining or rage quitting , but just doing immature things Copy of your IC app for the server: Name: Jhinseck Yanten Race: Nord(Werewolf) Gender: Male Age: 28 Appearance: A scared and scratched face and a burnt left hand, apart from that, pretty normal. Fears: Vampires Personality: A friendly man, except when in werewolf form. Occupation: Builder Skills: Blacksmithing and building Nickname (Optional): Jhin RP Example (Add Dialogue): *me* Hello sir.. *man* Alright mate.. *me* How can I help ya' *man* I'm looking for an iron sword *me* Can't help ya mate, sorry, but there is a place just down the road called Trenach's swords *man* Ok, thanks, see ya soon.. *me* Bye! Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in a small village in a far away land, but the village was attacked by a huge dragon when I was only thirteen, i never saw my mother and father again, in fact, I've never met anyone from that village again. I managed to escape on the back of a cart. When the cart finally made it to another village, I jumped off. This man, named Renourg krengen noticed me, i told him what had happened and he offered to let me stay with him if i work for him. He taught me everything I know. I stayed there till i was 21, after that I moved to a new village and got a new job as a builders assistant. He passed away about two years after that and left me the business. I worked there for 4 more years until, one night, i was walking back to my home, and i was jumped on by a werewolf, he bit me and well, since then business has been tough. Good |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 27, 2011 5:06:13 GMT -5
RP exp.:I have played Minecraft for around two years now; about one year of that time was spent on roleplaying servers. At the moment I have been playing on 'The Land of Aswein' ancient rp server; I fill the role of Acolyte, currently the highest position attainable - given you chose to follow 'divine paths'. Outside of Minecraft, I often immerse myself in games of a roleplaying nature, and of course this includes Skyrim, where I play a Khajiit that I will attempt to recreate in Minecraft through the medium of this server. Maturity:I regard myself as a very mature person. I am extremely passionate about what I believe in, and never act in a way that would hurt others unless it is necessary. My actions are always justified. IC Name:Ri'Vado Race:Khajiit Gender:Male Age: 26 Appearance:Ri'Vado's slight, but athletic build, so common among all Khajiit, accentuates his height of 6.4 feet. Fiery orange dartwing hair covers his body, juxtaposed with the eider undercoat which canvases the lower regions of his face as well as the arms and legs. Ri'Vado is committed to the upkeep of his regal looking mane which engulfs the back of his head, however given his current circumstances, the majority of his face has been hidden by the hood of a cloak which seems forever present. Unfortunately, due to the constant use, the auburn, once hardy attire has become victim to the often harsh climate of Tamriel. His eyes are frost mirriam green and those that have spied them tell of a vindictive glare that pierces their very soul. Ri'Vado's teeth, though blunt from years of mistreatment still maintain the abilty to deal some damage. On the other hand, his claws (necessary for his survival) are razor sharp, a product of constant care. His ears are in superior to most in the depth of caves, though due to a congenital defects, he has trouble hearing in 'overcrowded' conditions. Ri'Vado was also born with a fork tail. While this seems to have caused many of the problems in his past, it also means that he is able to uphold a state of balance better than any of his kin. This lends itself to many aspects of his life, and thus he is fast and agile. Sadly, because of ostracism in his early life, he tends to hide his dual-tail within his clothing, so as not to attract attention to himself. Besides his cloak, his other clothing depends on the situation he finds himself. He will try to accommodate himself to the best of his ability, though this is often hindered by his financial situation... Currently, he dons ragged, brown leather pants and a very old green shirt. Fears:Ri'Vado is rather secretive, and therefore, nobody really knows much about him. Therefore it could be said that he is scared of public appearance, however, outsiders know nothing. Ri'vado fears the day when his past will be revealed - it is full of regret, sorrow and missed opportunities. Though he hopes to take control of his own life in the near future. He also believes that all of each races Gods have a hand in the goings on in the world, and while he may not be entirely fearful, he maintains a healthy respect. Personality:Ri'Vado is quite secretive, and because of this, none can claim to truly know him. He is a strong believer in destiny, and has a innate feeling of knowing; knowing that his current lifestyle is not what it was meant to be. He feels that every time he tries to create new opportunities for himself, he is let down by his past, misguided. He dreams of grand adventures and has a great sense of ambition, but truly believes these fairy-tales can never be realised. Ri'Vado is very selective in whom he trusts and dares to make acquaintance with, because of this, he seems to be hostile to anyone unwise enough to be ignorant of him. Generally this encompasses all of Tamriel given that it is somewhat difficult to know anything about him when he does not trust you enough to tell you anything. He will be loyal as long as it suits him, however he does have the capacity to allow permanent trust, given the individual. At heart he is compassionate, and only harms an individual that has been kind to him unless necessary. Alternatively, if anyone dares talk down to him in any way, shape or form, act aggressively towards him or forget their ideals, they (depending on the circumstance) will be swiftly dealt with. Occupation:Ri'Vado has never really held a permanent job, and often dreams about what he could be. He has a desire to lead; which is backed by his strong leadership skills. Because of this longing, he feels that a career in politics would be desirable, however he has lacked the means to achieve such a position in the past. Skills:Ri'Vado's most prized attribute is his mind. Whenever he finds himself in a troublesome situation, he is usually able to talk himself out of harms way. However, on the rare occasion that he fails himself, Ri'Vado is able to fall back on his superb archery skills and sound grasp of magic. He is able to wield a blade, although he is rather clumsy... Because he isn't the greatest magic wielder, he tends to focus on alchemy and potion brewing. Nickname (Optional): Ri'Vado doesn't accept being called anything less than his name in its entirety. RP Example (Add Dialogue):The harsh Hearthfire sun is known for its deceptive tricks, alas this was no trick. As the mirage like figure of Ri'Vado seemed to pass through the landscape, his pursuers fell further and further behind. As freedom seemed to grow ever more, real, regret seemed to fade into oblivion. As he pondered over the curiosities of what had just occurred, he noticed a thin wire, taught between two tall trees maybe 10 meters ahead of him. This was strange, very strange, human influence is often paired wi- but he had already spotted it; a scaly orange tail well camouflaged with the red fallen leaves. "Rasha", he said quietly to himself as he turned around, "so we meet again." "Bravo, Bravo! It was the colouring wasn't it... Do you know how hard it is to get fresh tails these days?", Rasha stepped out from her bush. "They are considered a delicacy in Elsweyr", Ri'Vado retorted. "The money Rasha, where is it? This was your last chance." "Well, I am sorry to say th-" But it was to late, an arrow was already halfway through her heart... Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ri'Vado has always been different from his kin. Maybe it is the product of abuse? Perhaps it is the result of being in too many 'wrong places' at the 'wrong times'? Regardless, one thing is certain, Ri'Vado's parents were in a bad business. His mother S'rivo was a Skooma addict, Ri'Vado cannot remember a time when his mother was 'really' there for him. Her only friend was the bottle; and this truth remained when S'rivo became pregnant. But Ri'Vado doesn't blame his... defects, on his mother. It was his 'father' S'Virr that deserves that blame. His mother, a weak-minded individual had been easy prey no doubt. A moon sugar dealer like S'Virr would have seen her as a great investment. S'Virr beat his mother on a regular basis, and when he was done with her, she would often come after him. Ri'Vado took to talking his father out of it, and over the course of his childhood, he was forced to master the art of speech in order to ensure his survival. This terrible period of his life took place in all regions of Tamriel, wherever S'Virr's business took them. It is for this reason that he was never to uphold any long-term friendships, and so, he gave up. This life had shown him that in order to survive, you must be self-sufficient, and he would take this belief throughout the rest of his life. He remembers living on boats for years at a time, either ferrying goods or evading the law, there was no rest for Ri'Vado. Perhaps it is no surprise then that we disappeared. Of course nobody would notice, his father would not care; knowing that Ri'Vado would most likely die without his support. He would be glad to be rid of that burden in cat form. His mother would not notice, for did she ever? Ri'Vado decided that he would take his own life. This had gone on for long enough, and he believed that the Cat Mother Mara would look after him... While his 'family' was staying in the north-west of Morrowind, living in a small cabin in the mountain ranges, it would begin. Ri'Vado had spent the last week draining the blood from his S'Virr's caught game, and he now had a hefty supply, which he stored in empty skooma bottles. He took blank scrolls from S'Virr's documents and stole ink from Dunmer that lived a 3 hours distance to the east. He made sure to hide everything in false rock he had discovered outside the dwelling. Middas of the Last Seed was when his plan would come together. The day before, Ri'Vado had made sure to forge a ransom note with S'Virr's scrolls, using his lengthy nails as writing implements. He made small blotches of blood lead from the rock floor where he slept, to the open doorway, all the way to S'Virr's horse. Placing the ransom note on the floor, he walked out the door mounted the horse and rode of into the night. Ri'Vado was 16 when he was presumed dead, and as was anticipated, S'Virr did follow up the ransom. Of course S'Virr did not care for Ri'Vado, it was his horse he wanted back... With 800 Septims in his pocket and a feeling which could only be described as sweet freedom, Ri'Vado traveled across Tamriel for 10 years. Earning money from odd jobs, stealing and pick-pocketing. It is during this time that he mastered the art of stealth and trained himself to use the bow and arrow. He also spent his time collecting different materials to be used in alchemy. However, after 10 years, he was growing tired of life without meaning. He was saddened that he had achieved nothing after living for 26 years and after hearing of the civil war in Skyrim, he made a beeline for the Land of the North... For that is where his story will begin, and meaning will take on a whole different... meaning. Holy... Wow that is great! Consider yourself added before the date sir! |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 27, 2011 5:07:32 GMT -5
RP exp.: This server. Maturity: Over 9000. Copy of your IC app for the server: nty I suppose I should add you.... I'll put you on the list. |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 27, 2011 7:10:14 GMT -5
How do you delete polls? I was putting one up when I realised doing it on a server was too restrictive...
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Post by crafter68 on Dec 27, 2011 8:35:27 GMT -5
How do you delete polls? I was putting one up when I realised doing it on a server was too restrictive... Are you sure there is a way? Other boards often restrict you from doing such things... |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 27, 2011 8:37:55 GMT -5
How do you delete polls? I was putting one up when I realised doing it on a server was too restrictive... Are you sure there is a way? Other boards often restrict you from doing such things... If there isn't then we really need a way.... :/ |
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Post by peraldon on Dec 30, 2011 12:24:34 GMT -5
Come and join up! Spaces still open!
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Torchlight
Warrior
Don't mess with the bunny, He has a eye patch.
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Post by Torchlight on Dec 30, 2011 13:04:44 GMT -5
I applied but you didn't accept me, Guess my app wasn't good enough. D;
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Post by peraldon on Dec 30, 2011 13:16:03 GMT -5
Applications will close on the 4th of January around 5pm GMT. I will then pick the best to be let in. If an application truly wows me, I will let them in before the closing date. Answer your comment? |
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