Post by tristanrobinson1 on Jan 10, 2012 16:45:20 GMT -5
OOC
IGN:Tristanrobinson1
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.: I have Played on [Hero-craft,Legendary-Craft,Medieval-Lords,Age-of-Vohemas]
Why Us: I enjoy the game skyrim and minecraft seems like a good and fun idea to bring the two together and hope i can play soon
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours daily
IC
Name: Tristan
Race: Dunmer-(Dark-elf)
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Appearance:tall, Lean but muscular, White hair but a clean shaved face, only distinctive markings is a red scar running down his left side. Blood read eyes, dark skinned
Fears: His fears are Drowning, and dark tight places
Personality: calm and peacefully will step back and let things handle themselves out usually but if he does jump in over 40 years of experience kicks in and he is a ferocious warrior
Occupation: Traveler
Skills: Bow, One hand, Speech, assassination.
Nickname (Optional):Tristan
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The man opened the doors eager to get out of the pouring rain. Inside the Inn was full of joy he smiled to himself as he walked over to a empty table and sat down stretching his weary legs. A movement caught his eye and he looked up to see the Inn keeper walking towards him. "Hello Miss how are you" The Women taken aback at his kindness asked "good what will you be having" He replied "wine alto if you have and bread" She nodded and walked towards the cellars. While this was happening he stood up and walked to the fire where young warriors were swapping stories They all looked up and nodded respectfully as he came over save for one young lad who had had a bit to much to drink that night. "What about you geezer he chuckled got a story to tell?" His friends about to whack him over the head for being so rude But the old make laughed and replied "ay I do It is a long one tho so you best get comfortable"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): It was a long time ago when in a small House on the outskirts of Morrowind I was born. My family was not rich but we did not worry about food or clothing.I grew up in a world of magic and fighting for the war was at its hardest. We did not get to choose our path it was chosen for us. At the age of 10 we learned to fight and to kill at the age of 15 we fought. My village was aligned with the storm cloaks so most of the time we raided caravans or burned houses. But then the dragons came and out men were used to fight all the foul creatures that stirred with the dragons. We never fought them for that meant death but we saw them plenty enough on out travels. We left the dragons to the dragon born. So for most of my life i fought weather it was in the revolution or against the beasts of Skyrim. Finally when the war ended we were free, When the dragon born killed Alduin we could choose our paths. But we were not truly free one can not go from a warrior to planting fiends the horror and the thrill stays. So i decided to see the world and become a man of hire. So i travel Skyrim seeing amazing things forgotten by many and i fight things that most push off as myth or legend I am older that I would wish but that is my tale" Now buy this old man a drink would you after such a story my throat tends to be dry"
Fus Ro Dah!
IGN:Tristanrobinson1
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.: I have Played on [Hero-craft,Legendary-Craft,Medieval-Lords,Age-of-Vohemas]
Why Us: I enjoy the game skyrim and minecraft seems like a good and fun idea to bring the two together and hope i can play soon
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours daily
IC
Name: Tristan
Race: Dunmer-(Dark-elf)
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Appearance:tall, Lean but muscular, White hair but a clean shaved face, only distinctive markings is a red scar running down his left side. Blood read eyes, dark skinned
Fears: His fears are Drowning, and dark tight places
Personality: calm and peacefully will step back and let things handle themselves out usually but if he does jump in over 40 years of experience kicks in and he is a ferocious warrior
Occupation: Traveler
Skills: Bow, One hand, Speech, assassination.
Nickname (Optional):Tristan
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The man opened the doors eager to get out of the pouring rain. Inside the Inn was full of joy he smiled to himself as he walked over to a empty table and sat down stretching his weary legs. A movement caught his eye and he looked up to see the Inn keeper walking towards him. "Hello Miss how are you" The Women taken aback at his kindness asked "good what will you be having" He replied "wine alto if you have and bread" She nodded and walked towards the cellars. While this was happening he stood up and walked to the fire where young warriors were swapping stories They all looked up and nodded respectfully as he came over save for one young lad who had had a bit to much to drink that night. "What about you geezer he chuckled got a story to tell?" His friends about to whack him over the head for being so rude But the old make laughed and replied "ay I do It is a long one tho so you best get comfortable"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): It was a long time ago when in a small House on the outskirts of Morrowind I was born. My family was not rich but we did not worry about food or clothing.I grew up in a world of magic and fighting for the war was at its hardest. We did not get to choose our path it was chosen for us. At the age of 10 we learned to fight and to kill at the age of 15 we fought. My village was aligned with the storm cloaks so most of the time we raided caravans or burned houses. But then the dragons came and out men were used to fight all the foul creatures that stirred with the dragons. We never fought them for that meant death but we saw them plenty enough on out travels. We left the dragons to the dragon born. So for most of my life i fought weather it was in the revolution or against the beasts of Skyrim. Finally when the war ended we were free, When the dragon born killed Alduin we could choose our paths. But we were not truly free one can not go from a warrior to planting fiends the horror and the thrill stays. So i decided to see the world and become a man of hire. So i travel Skyrim seeing amazing things forgotten by many and i fight things that most push off as myth or legend I am older that I would wish but that is my tale" Now buy this old man a drink would you after such a story my throat tends to be dry"
Fus Ro Dah!
