Post by Whitelistapp of Gmmha on Jan 4, 2012 18:50:13 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: gmmha
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Very much, i've played on many RP server.
Why Us: Well when i saw the word "skyrim" i immediatly klicked the name, i noticed this is exacly what i want in a server.
Time You Can Dedicate: well that depends, mostly 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name: Mak' Tru
Race: Human
Gender: male
Age: 56
Appearance: Old but wise man, has seen much, has lived much.
Fears: Dragons
Personality: Nice man but when you mess with him he will cast his revenge on you.
Occupation: former Warrior, freelance.
Skills: sword, light armor, defensive but fearless.
Nickname (Optional): -
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Mak' Tru walks into a small village a women come screaming at him "get out! get out!" Mak' Tru calmly reacts grabbing her by her sholders asking her what is the problem? as he does this a big nord walks up to Mak' Tru and picks him up as if its nothing, looks at him and says "I am Prack, this is my town you better get out before if crack you old skull!" Mak' Tru looks down and sees that the man has a band-aid on his right foot, as he slowly and silently grabs his dagger and he throws it into the mans foot, making him scream and fall on his sknees. As Mak' Tru looks up to him he swiftly smacks him down with a his stick, knocking him unconsious.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The story begins in the far east, when Mak' Tru is born, it was in the early ages
his father was a simple blacksmith and they lived in a small village on the edge of a big mountain. The town lived a humble being, everyone knew eachother but upon one day when Mak' Tru was only 9 years old a group of Argonians stood apon theyre mountain and looked down, then screaming and running down. Mak' Tru woke up of the sound of screaming of women, as he looked out of the window he saw everyone of the village running around in chaos, the houses where on fire and green creatures flash before his eyes chopping wildley around.
He quickly hid under hid bed and before he even winked the creatures trampled into theyre house throwing torches in emmediatly setting everything on fire, when they left Mak' Tru saw his father laying in the street.
an arrow stuck out of his chest, he looked upon Mak' Tru and wispered "son, run! run for you're life and never watch back! you know you're mother and me love you very much!" at first Mak' Tru didnt wanted to leave but his father forced him to leave and he did. he never saw his mother nor father again.
its now allmost 50 years later and Mak' Tru is now 56 years old and still wondering the lands helping peaple out and fighting for his glory.
he has hated Argonians and has only trusted one Argonians in his entire life.
Fus Ro Dah !
IGN: gmmha
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Very much, i've played on many RP server.
Why Us: Well when i saw the word "skyrim" i immediatly klicked the name, i noticed this is exacly what i want in a server.
Time You Can Dedicate: well that depends, mostly 3-4 hours a day.
IC
Name: Mak' Tru
Race: Human
Gender: male
Age: 56
Appearance: Old but wise man, has seen much, has lived much.
Fears: Dragons
Personality: Nice man but when you mess with him he will cast his revenge on you.
Occupation: former Warrior, freelance.
Skills: sword, light armor, defensive but fearless.
Nickname (Optional): -
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Mak' Tru walks into a small village a women come screaming at him "get out! get out!" Mak' Tru calmly reacts grabbing her by her sholders asking her what is the problem? as he does this a big nord walks up to Mak' Tru and picks him up as if its nothing, looks at him and says "I am Prack, this is my town you better get out before if crack you old skull!" Mak' Tru looks down and sees that the man has a band-aid on his right foot, as he slowly and silently grabs his dagger and he throws it into the mans foot, making him scream and fall on his sknees. As Mak' Tru looks up to him he swiftly smacks him down with a his stick, knocking him unconsious.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
The story begins in the far east, when Mak' Tru is born, it was in the early ages
his father was a simple blacksmith and they lived in a small village on the edge of a big mountain. The town lived a humble being, everyone knew eachother but upon one day when Mak' Tru was only 9 years old a group of Argonians stood apon theyre mountain and looked down, then screaming and running down. Mak' Tru woke up of the sound of screaming of women, as he looked out of the window he saw everyone of the village running around in chaos, the houses where on fire and green creatures flash before his eyes chopping wildley around.
He quickly hid under hid bed and before he even winked the creatures trampled into theyre house throwing torches in emmediatly setting everything on fire, when they left Mak' Tru saw his father laying in the street.
an arrow stuck out of his chest, he looked upon Mak' Tru and wispered "son, run! run for you're life and never watch back! you know you're mother and me love you very much!" at first Mak' Tru didnt wanted to leave but his father forced him to leave and he did. he never saw his mother nor father again.
its now allmost 50 years later and Mak' Tru is now 56 years old and still wondering the lands helping peaple out and fighting for his glory.
he has hated Argonians and has only trusted one Argonians in his entire life.
Fus Ro Dah !