Post by destro on Dec 31, 2011 19:04:40 GMT -5
IGN: CalmCrysis
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I ran my own roleplaying server for about 4 months, but I couldnt keep up with the payments and had to shut it down.
Why Us: I played Skyrim, and loved it, but my passion for Minecraft overruled it. Combining both would be epic!
Time You Can Dedicate: 10-15 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kalin Haalos
Race: Redguard
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: A large Redguard, sprouting crimson dreadlocks. He has a hard set face and tempered steel armour on.
Fears: Nothing but Fear itself.
Personality: Stubborn, but is pleasant toward his friends.
Occupation: Mercenary / Blacksmith
Skills: Due to his history, he is adept at catching and killing animals for food. He is also great at wrestling.
Nickname (Optional): Kal
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Kalin walks up to Bandit*
Bandit: Give me 50 gold coins or die.
Kalin: How about you give me 100 gold coins or YOU die.
Bandit: Well, we have come to a disagreement, I believe the only course of action is-
*Bandit then lurches at Kalin, which he dodges easily. Kalin brings his sword down upon the Bandits head. He then loots him*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kalin is a Redguard, whom grew up in a small village east of Whiterun. The village was peaceful until a town north of Whitrun, called Helgen had apparently captured the great Ulfric Stormcloak. Being curious, he headed out to survey the infamous rebel. In his travels, he met with 2 other travellers. One, a tall Nord called Fernal, and an Argonian shaman, whom spoke not a word, but could write his messages. He told not of his name, but he was nicknamed Viper, due to his Argonian background. When they arrived at Helgen, they were shocked to find it in Ruins. One archer, who had been crushed under the weight of a falling log, mumbled at them something unintelligible. It sounded like..."Dragon...North-East...Ulfric" Shocked, Kalin left his companions, shouting back to them "Whiterun, next full moon!" as he ran toward his village. He sprinted for 3 days straight, resting only for hydration and food. When he arrived at his town, he found it burnt and abandoned. He fell to the floor in grief. Honoring his promise to his companions, he left for Whiterun, a faint terar glimering in his eye. When he arrived in Whiterun, the guard asked him of his grief. Explaining it all, he was escorted to Jarl Balgruff. The Jarl seemed obnoxious at first, lazily lying in his chair, though after further discussion, Kalin realized the grief and sadness the Jarl was feeling as well. He offered Kalin food, lodging and his safety in the walls in return for the news. Kalin declined, asking only of his companions. The Jarl commented on the shady Argonian and giant of a Nord who had entered the town not 3 days ago. He thanked the Jarl, bowed and fled Dragonsreach, but not after the Jarl extended his offer out to his friends, which in kind faith, Kalin accepted. They were shown to his lodging. The home he had been given was a fancy one. It had 3 rooms, a glamorous kitchen, and master bedroom and a living area. After much rearranging, the Master bedroom was converted into bunk beds for the 3 friends. 4 days later, while wandering through the marketplace, he saw a small child buying fruit from a vendor. The boy was a Redguard, strong, muscular and broad necked. He approached the boy, only to see the burn marks that covered his right arm. He tapped the boys shoulder and requested an audience with him. Confused, the boy agreed. He asked the boy a series of questions only a true Redguard could answer truthfully, such as "What is the boiling point of Meteoric iron?" to which the boy answered perfectly. He was a Redguard, true and pure. He then asked him of his village. He responded with...Kalin's home town! Shocked and excited, Kalin questioned the boy on the whereabouts of the survivors. He said they were camped outside the city. Rushing away, Kalin stormed the tent city outside the gates. He stormed through the camp, ignoring shouts of "Kalin?!" until he stumbled upon a familiar tent. His family tent. Relieved he entered the tent, only to be tackled suddenly by a familiar face. His sister, Relinia. Laughing, she rose to her feet and embraced Kalin as if she had not seen him for a hundred years. "Your home..." she whispered. "Im home..." replied Kalin, in a bare whisper, tears welling in his eyes. He heard the sudden rush of feet outside the tent, and burst out in a rage for the interruption of such an emotional event, only to see Viper, and Fernal waiting for him, with sarcastic grins on their faces. Never, in his life, had Kalin seen an Argonian smile...He truly was home.
Other Info: Kalin chose to stay in Whiterun when his village rebuilt their village.
Regards,
Adelas
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I ran my own roleplaying server for about 4 months, but I couldnt keep up with the payments and had to shut it down.
Why Us: I played Skyrim, and loved it, but my passion for Minecraft overruled it. Combining both would be epic!
Time You Can Dedicate: 10-15 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kalin Haalos
Race: Redguard
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: A large Redguard, sprouting crimson dreadlocks. He has a hard set face and tempered steel armour on.
Fears: Nothing but Fear itself.
Personality: Stubborn, but is pleasant toward his friends.
Occupation: Mercenary / Blacksmith
Skills: Due to his history, he is adept at catching and killing animals for food. He is also great at wrestling.
Nickname (Optional): Kal
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Kalin walks up to Bandit*
Bandit: Give me 50 gold coins or die.
Kalin: How about you give me 100 gold coins or YOU die.
Bandit: Well, we have come to a disagreement, I believe the only course of action is-
*Bandit then lurches at Kalin, which he dodges easily. Kalin brings his sword down upon the Bandits head. He then loots him*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kalin is a Redguard, whom grew up in a small village east of Whiterun. The village was peaceful until a town north of Whitrun, called Helgen had apparently captured the great Ulfric Stormcloak. Being curious, he headed out to survey the infamous rebel. In his travels, he met with 2 other travellers. One, a tall Nord called Fernal, and an Argonian shaman, whom spoke not a word, but could write his messages. He told not of his name, but he was nicknamed Viper, due to his Argonian background. When they arrived at Helgen, they were shocked to find it in Ruins. One archer, who had been crushed under the weight of a falling log, mumbled at them something unintelligible. It sounded like..."Dragon...North-East...Ulfric" Shocked, Kalin left his companions, shouting back to them "Whiterun, next full moon!" as he ran toward his village. He sprinted for 3 days straight, resting only for hydration and food. When he arrived at his town, he found it burnt and abandoned. He fell to the floor in grief. Honoring his promise to his companions, he left for Whiterun, a faint terar glimering in his eye. When he arrived in Whiterun, the guard asked him of his grief. Explaining it all, he was escorted to Jarl Balgruff. The Jarl seemed obnoxious at first, lazily lying in his chair, though after further discussion, Kalin realized the grief and sadness the Jarl was feeling as well. He offered Kalin food, lodging and his safety in the walls in return for the news. Kalin declined, asking only of his companions. The Jarl commented on the shady Argonian and giant of a Nord who had entered the town not 3 days ago. He thanked the Jarl, bowed and fled Dragonsreach, but not after the Jarl extended his offer out to his friends, which in kind faith, Kalin accepted. They were shown to his lodging. The home he had been given was a fancy one. It had 3 rooms, a glamorous kitchen, and master bedroom and a living area. After much rearranging, the Master bedroom was converted into bunk beds for the 3 friends. 4 days later, while wandering through the marketplace, he saw a small child buying fruit from a vendor. The boy was a Redguard, strong, muscular and broad necked. He approached the boy, only to see the burn marks that covered his right arm. He tapped the boys shoulder and requested an audience with him. Confused, the boy agreed. He asked the boy a series of questions only a true Redguard could answer truthfully, such as "What is the boiling point of Meteoric iron?" to which the boy answered perfectly. He was a Redguard, true and pure. He then asked him of his village. He responded with...Kalin's home town! Shocked and excited, Kalin questioned the boy on the whereabouts of the survivors. He said they were camped outside the city. Rushing away, Kalin stormed the tent city outside the gates. He stormed through the camp, ignoring shouts of "Kalin?!" until he stumbled upon a familiar tent. His family tent. Relieved he entered the tent, only to be tackled suddenly by a familiar face. His sister, Relinia. Laughing, she rose to her feet and embraced Kalin as if she had not seen him for a hundred years. "Your home..." she whispered. "Im home..." replied Kalin, in a bare whisper, tears welling in his eyes. He heard the sudden rush of feet outside the tent, and burst out in a rage for the interruption of such an emotional event, only to see Viper, and Fernal waiting for him, with sarcastic grins on their faces. Never, in his life, had Kalin seen an Argonian smile...He truly was home.
Other Info: Kalin chose to stay in Whiterun when his village rebuilt their village.
Regards,
Adelas