Post by omar1296 on Dec 31, 2011 6:35:12 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: omar1296
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played on one of the best RP servers (not gonna name it, it would be advertising). I'm not LEAVING it, but my love of Skyrim made me want to try out this server.
Why Us: I played Skyrim, and it is one of my favorite games. When I found out there was another RP server, based on Skyrim, I knew I had to try it out.
Time You Can Dedicate: The least I can play on daily is an hour.
IC
Name: DelGar'ad
Race: Dwemer ((I know, this will be hard to apply for, but I think I have the experience))
Gender: Male
Age: 49
Appearance: DelGar'ad has brown hair, and a shaggy beard. He wears robes, but leaves his hood down.
Fears: DelGar'ad fears his clumsiness and his lack in logic will one day be the cause of his downfall.
Personality: DelGar'ad is usually kind to people, and will try and help them. But when people insult him, DelGar'ad will usually hurt them. DelGar'ad is a hardy dwemer, but isn't really smart. He is also good with blacksmithing, but he does not care for his hygiene, and people tease him about his bad smell.
Occupation: DelGar'ad is looking to be a blacksmith in a large town, though he has no job right now.
Skills: DelGar'ad is strong, and good at blacksmithing. With a bit of metal, and the right tools, he can craft almost anything.
Nickname (Optional): DelGar'ad doesn't really have a nickname, but people call him Del, as his name is quite hard to pronounce for people not of Dwemer kind.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): DelGar'ad brings the hammer down on the hot and red metal, sculpting a long, thin blade. He leaves the blade on the anvil, then wipes his hands on his robes, leaving a long, black line of soot. DelGar'ad strolls out of the blacksmith, and casually walks down Riverwood.
DelGar'ad feels hands grasping his arms, then feels his feet getting lifted off the ground. "Oi!" yells DelGar'ad.
"What have we got 'ere?" chuckles a man.
DelGar'ad squirms, and kicks out with his feet, hitting the man in the shin. The man grunts, then warily says, "A dwemer?" The man laughs, "We got a Dwemer 'ere!"
DelGar'ad kicks the man again, "If ye don' release me, me'll 'urt ye. Me'll crush yer skull wif me 'ammer, 'n' me'll use thee crushed pieces as jewels fer th' 'ilt o' a sword me'll make," DelGar'ad manages to say. The man drops DelGar'ad, and DelGar'ad rams into him with his shoulders. The man stumbles, then runs away, scared. DelGar'ad vows to never leave without his hammer, and to always look behind him.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): DelGar'ad was a poor dwemer, born to parents who were blacksmithing for most of the day, yet still getting little to no Septims. Whenever they returned home, they were exhausted, and went to bed. The only thing DelGar'ad could do was watch and learn the ways of Blacksmithing. His parents never had time to teach him how to use a sword, and DelGar'ad's muscles were gained by working at the forge. Years of nothing bored DelGar'ad, and he has little patience because of that. DelGar'ad left when it became too much.
DelGar'ad brought with him a hammer, and learnt to use it as a weapon when monsters attacked. He journeyed on, and found a dwarven sort of city. He entered cautiously, then sighed with relief when he figured out it was a dwemer city. He asked for a job, and was granted an apprenticeship to blacksmithing. He worked happily for days, earning a steady supply of Septims. Until there was an attack. It seemed to be monsters, though there were some humans in there. DelGar'ad was not the best at combat, and was forced to hide. The place was in ruins, fires raging everywhere, and metal lying crushed on the floor. DelGar'ad raced around, and found a hole, and squeezed in. There was barely enough room to stand, but plenty of room to move about. He patted his pack, then sighed with relief, as he packed his food and hammer. DelGar'ad explored, and found a hoard of food, next to a lake, and realized this was the Dwemer's secret stash. DelGar'ad stayed there for a couple of years, slowly mining away at the rock with his hammer. DelGar'ad did not have enough space to grow, and he was left shorter than usual. The monsters seemed relentless to leave, and soon the stash of food was starting to get smaller and smaller, till there was nothing but a few crumbs. DelGar'ad moaned, and continued to mine the rock. After ages, sunlight burst into the room, and DelGar'ad was overjoyed. He dashed outside, and spotted a couple of apples lying on the ground, next to a little pond. DelGar'ad sprinted there, and gobbled the apple down, then slurped the water. DelGar'ad was alone, in the world of Skyrim, and his journey began.
FUS RO DAH!
IGN: omar1296
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I played on one of the best RP servers (not gonna name it, it would be advertising). I'm not LEAVING it, but my love of Skyrim made me want to try out this server.
Why Us: I played Skyrim, and it is one of my favorite games. When I found out there was another RP server, based on Skyrim, I knew I had to try it out.
Time You Can Dedicate: The least I can play on daily is an hour.
IC
Name: DelGar'ad
Race: Dwemer ((I know, this will be hard to apply for, but I think I have the experience))
Gender: Male
Age: 49
Appearance: DelGar'ad has brown hair, and a shaggy beard. He wears robes, but leaves his hood down.
Fears: DelGar'ad fears his clumsiness and his lack in logic will one day be the cause of his downfall.
Personality: DelGar'ad is usually kind to people, and will try and help them. But when people insult him, DelGar'ad will usually hurt them. DelGar'ad is a hardy dwemer, but isn't really smart. He is also good with blacksmithing, but he does not care for his hygiene, and people tease him about his bad smell.
Occupation: DelGar'ad is looking to be a blacksmith in a large town, though he has no job right now.
Skills: DelGar'ad is strong, and good at blacksmithing. With a bit of metal, and the right tools, he can craft almost anything.
Nickname (Optional): DelGar'ad doesn't really have a nickname, but people call him Del, as his name is quite hard to pronounce for people not of Dwemer kind.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): DelGar'ad brings the hammer down on the hot and red metal, sculpting a long, thin blade. He leaves the blade on the anvil, then wipes his hands on his robes, leaving a long, black line of soot. DelGar'ad strolls out of the blacksmith, and casually walks down Riverwood.
DelGar'ad feels hands grasping his arms, then feels his feet getting lifted off the ground. "Oi!" yells DelGar'ad.
"What have we got 'ere?" chuckles a man.
DelGar'ad squirms, and kicks out with his feet, hitting the man in the shin. The man grunts, then warily says, "A dwemer?" The man laughs, "We got a Dwemer 'ere!"
DelGar'ad kicks the man again, "If ye don' release me, me'll 'urt ye. Me'll crush yer skull wif me 'ammer, 'n' me'll use thee crushed pieces as jewels fer th' 'ilt o' a sword me'll make," DelGar'ad manages to say. The man drops DelGar'ad, and DelGar'ad rams into him with his shoulders. The man stumbles, then runs away, scared. DelGar'ad vows to never leave without his hammer, and to always look behind him.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): DelGar'ad was a poor dwemer, born to parents who were blacksmithing for most of the day, yet still getting little to no Septims. Whenever they returned home, they were exhausted, and went to bed. The only thing DelGar'ad could do was watch and learn the ways of Blacksmithing. His parents never had time to teach him how to use a sword, and DelGar'ad's muscles were gained by working at the forge. Years of nothing bored DelGar'ad, and he has little patience because of that. DelGar'ad left when it became too much.
DelGar'ad brought with him a hammer, and learnt to use it as a weapon when monsters attacked. He journeyed on, and found a dwarven sort of city. He entered cautiously, then sighed with relief when he figured out it was a dwemer city. He asked for a job, and was granted an apprenticeship to blacksmithing. He worked happily for days, earning a steady supply of Septims. Until there was an attack. It seemed to be monsters, though there were some humans in there. DelGar'ad was not the best at combat, and was forced to hide. The place was in ruins, fires raging everywhere, and metal lying crushed on the floor. DelGar'ad raced around, and found a hole, and squeezed in. There was barely enough room to stand, but plenty of room to move about. He patted his pack, then sighed with relief, as he packed his food and hammer. DelGar'ad explored, and found a hoard of food, next to a lake, and realized this was the Dwemer's secret stash. DelGar'ad stayed there for a couple of years, slowly mining away at the rock with his hammer. DelGar'ad did not have enough space to grow, and he was left shorter than usual. The monsters seemed relentless to leave, and soon the stash of food was starting to get smaller and smaller, till there was nothing but a few crumbs. DelGar'ad moaned, and continued to mine the rock. After ages, sunlight burst into the room, and DelGar'ad was overjoyed. He dashed outside, and spotted a couple of apples lying on the ground, next to a little pond. DelGar'ad sprinted there, and gobbled the apple down, then slurped the water. DelGar'ad was alone, in the world of Skyrim, and his journey began.
FUS RO DAH!