Post by Vulon Ronaans Documents on Jan 11, 2012 15:15:39 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: Falconsp
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played on a few Good RP Servers, But it'd be nice to Get some More Experience; I dont see why this cant be the Place.
Why Us: Ive played skyrim for a good 100 Hours, But Minecraft Seperates me from my playing Time on skyrim, So Its better to have Skyrim IN Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: I could Squeeze in a good 20-40 hours a week
IC
Name: Vokun Ronaan
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Typical Strong and Hardy Nord, Muscular and
Fears: Giant Frostbite Spiders and Draugr's. Also Falling off High Points to his Death.
Personality: Cocky, Always ready to beat the next challenger and take the loot from their dead bodies. Like an imperial where theres a Septim to be found, Vokun Will Find a few more.
Occupation: Traveling Merchant / Mercenary ; Will Wander the world in search of Septims, Despite the danger of idiocy of the request. As a Mercenary He will fight for anyone who has the Coin. More of a Wanderer He travels throughout Skyrim in search of Septims, Friends and Items to sell.
Skills: Great Swordsman, Knows how to Pursuade others into a better deal and can Seem To use a Bow Better than Most.
Nickname (Optional): Falcon (His Nickname was given to him by a Rich Merchant Who hired him as a guard, While Walking through the Rift, Vokun Whipped out his bow and Shot a Bandit Hidden in a tree Hundreds of Yards Away. Vokun Was described as having the "Eye of a Falcon.")
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Vokun - "Can i Make a Request, Bard?"
Bard - "For the Right Price, I'll Play Any Song."
Vokun - "Would 20 Septims Float your boat In exchange for 'The DragonBorn Comes'?"
Bard- "It would be My Pleasure."
Vokun Returns to His Seat, Watching The Bard Pull out His Lute.
As the bard Begins playing His song, A Shady Man approaches Vokun...
??? - "Hey You, Yea You, In the Armor and stuff. How About a Contest?"
The Unknown Man has a heavy Slur in his voice.
Vokun - "What Kind of Contest..."
Sam - "A Drinking Contest Of course! No One Can beat 'Ol Sam!
Vokun - "What Do i Get if I Win?"
Sam - "Ill Give You This Staff I Found!"
Sam Shows The Staff To Vokun, Who Is Trying to Price it out.
Vokun - "First Round's On me."
Says Vokun in the most cocky Tone he can.
After They Both Down 4 Bottles of Thick Nord Mead, Vokun Passes out.
Vokun Awakes On a Skiff the size of a table in the middle of The Niben Bay In Cyrodiil, But notices Theres a Staff Next to him...
Vokun - "Where am I..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Vokun Ronaan Was Born in The Late 3rd Era Just Before the 'Oblivion Crisis' In The Small town of Ivarstead. He Was Trained How to use a Sword at the age of 7, and Trained how to use a Bow at the age of 11. From The Year He was Trained How to Use a Bow Him and His Father Would Take their Bows and Climb High Hrothgar While Hunting The wolves that Dotted the path to the Top. This Became a Tradition For Both of them Every Year, And Despite Some of the Rumored Ice Wraiths and Trolls The Tradition Carried on. One Year, When Vokun Was 16, There Was a Horrible Blizzard Around The Path Of High Hrothgar That Made any Traveling Up or Down the Path Impossible. Either Way Vokun and his Father Were going to Take the path to the top.
While Trying to Travel Up the Mountain The Blizzard Became more Fierce And Before Vokun Knew it he Had lost his father. Vokun Sought out a Cave He knew was nearby To use for shelter Until the blizzard passed. Once He found it He Waited there for 4 Days, COnstantly awake, awaiting His father to come and bring them home. After 6 Days of waiting, Constantly awake on Skooma he had bought from a Hunter Climbing to the top, He Decided it wastime to go home. After taking the long trek down the mountain he managed to make it home alive, But no one could say the same for his father; No one Had even Seen him for Days. For The Next 2 Years He Thought His father Died in the Blizzard, But a Fourtune teller Found at the Temple of Arkay told Him That His Father was not Dead, but Had Fallen off a Slippery Ledge during the blizzard and Lost All Memory he had of his family, And The world.
For The past 3 Years He Has Been Searching For any Sign of him; Vokun Had made his way across all of Tamriel, Spending Thousands of Septims on Horses, Mead and Inns. A Courier Sent For Vokun From Skyrim to an Inn in Anvil, Where Vokun Was staying. The Letter was from an Inn keeper In Solitude, Saying that he had seen a man who was Drunk out of his mind and wouldnt Stop Blabbering about How his "Yearly Trip to High Hrothgar Is in Three days!" The Inn Keeper Was Good Friends with Vokun's Mother Who Still lives in Ivarstead, But Over the years They stopped talking and just forgot about each other.
After Entering Skyrim Again after 2 years He Made his way to Falkreath, The Nearest City, Where he found That his sword had rusted over the years of no usage. After Having bought a new sword in Falkreath, Almost out of nowhere, Stormcloaks Came charging from the East, And Imperials From the West. the Next thing he knew Falkreath Was a Warzone and he barely made it out alive.
Today Vokun Awakes to see That all his stuff is gone, Stolen by bandits. With Nothing But the Simple Armor On His body and a Few Septims he had on him, His Search for his father would need to be delayed.
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IF Theres anything wrong with the application i will change it to meet standards.
Thanks for reading this Application that took 2 Hours and 17 minutes to make.
FUS RO DAH!
IGN: Falconsp
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played on a few Good RP Servers, But it'd be nice to Get some More Experience; I dont see why this cant be the Place.
Why Us: Ive played skyrim for a good 100 Hours, But Minecraft Seperates me from my playing Time on skyrim, So Its better to have Skyrim IN Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: I could Squeeze in a good 20-40 hours a week
IC
Name: Vokun Ronaan
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Typical Strong and Hardy Nord, Muscular and
Fears: Giant Frostbite Spiders and Draugr's. Also Falling off High Points to his Death.
Personality: Cocky, Always ready to beat the next challenger and take the loot from their dead bodies. Like an imperial where theres a Septim to be found, Vokun Will Find a few more.
Occupation: Traveling Merchant / Mercenary ; Will Wander the world in search of Septims, Despite the danger of idiocy of the request. As a Mercenary He will fight for anyone who has the Coin. More of a Wanderer He travels throughout Skyrim in search of Septims, Friends and Items to sell.
Skills: Great Swordsman, Knows how to Pursuade others into a better deal and can Seem To use a Bow Better than Most.
Nickname (Optional): Falcon (His Nickname was given to him by a Rich Merchant Who hired him as a guard, While Walking through the Rift, Vokun Whipped out his bow and Shot a Bandit Hidden in a tree Hundreds of Yards Away. Vokun Was described as having the "Eye of a Falcon.")
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Vokun - "Can i Make a Request, Bard?"
Bard - "For the Right Price, I'll Play Any Song."
Vokun - "Would 20 Septims Float your boat In exchange for 'The DragonBorn Comes'?"
Bard- "It would be My Pleasure."
Vokun Returns to His Seat, Watching The Bard Pull out His Lute.
As the bard Begins playing His song, A Shady Man approaches Vokun...
??? - "Hey You, Yea You, In the Armor and stuff. How About a Contest?"
The Unknown Man has a heavy Slur in his voice.
Vokun - "What Kind of Contest..."
Sam - "A Drinking Contest Of course! No One Can beat 'Ol Sam!
Vokun - "What Do i Get if I Win?"
Sam - "Ill Give You This Staff I Found!"
Sam Shows The Staff To Vokun, Who Is Trying to Price it out.
Vokun - "First Round's On me."
Says Vokun in the most cocky Tone he can.
After They Both Down 4 Bottles of Thick Nord Mead, Vokun Passes out.
Vokun Awakes On a Skiff the size of a table in the middle of The Niben Bay In Cyrodiil, But notices Theres a Staff Next to him...
Vokun - "Where am I..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Vokun Ronaan Was Born in The Late 3rd Era Just Before the 'Oblivion Crisis' In The Small town of Ivarstead. He Was Trained How to use a Sword at the age of 7, and Trained how to use a Bow at the age of 11. From The Year He was Trained How to Use a Bow Him and His Father Would Take their Bows and Climb High Hrothgar While Hunting The wolves that Dotted the path to the Top. This Became a Tradition For Both of them Every Year, And Despite Some of the Rumored Ice Wraiths and Trolls The Tradition Carried on. One Year, When Vokun Was 16, There Was a Horrible Blizzard Around The Path Of High Hrothgar That Made any Traveling Up or Down the Path Impossible. Either Way Vokun and his Father Were going to Take the path to the top.
While Trying to Travel Up the Mountain The Blizzard Became more Fierce And Before Vokun Knew it he Had lost his father. Vokun Sought out a Cave He knew was nearby To use for shelter Until the blizzard passed. Once He found it He Waited there for 4 Days, COnstantly awake, awaiting His father to come and bring them home. After 6 Days of waiting, Constantly awake on Skooma he had bought from a Hunter Climbing to the top, He Decided it wastime to go home. After taking the long trek down the mountain he managed to make it home alive, But no one could say the same for his father; No one Had even Seen him for Days. For The Next 2 Years He Thought His father Died in the Blizzard, But a Fourtune teller Found at the Temple of Arkay told Him That His Father was not Dead, but Had Fallen off a Slippery Ledge during the blizzard and Lost All Memory he had of his family, And The world.
For The past 3 Years He Has Been Searching For any Sign of him; Vokun Had made his way across all of Tamriel, Spending Thousands of Septims on Horses, Mead and Inns. A Courier Sent For Vokun From Skyrim to an Inn in Anvil, Where Vokun Was staying. The Letter was from an Inn keeper In Solitude, Saying that he had seen a man who was Drunk out of his mind and wouldnt Stop Blabbering about How his "Yearly Trip to High Hrothgar Is in Three days!" The Inn Keeper Was Good Friends with Vokun's Mother Who Still lives in Ivarstead, But Over the years They stopped talking and just forgot about each other.
After Entering Skyrim Again after 2 years He Made his way to Falkreath, The Nearest City, Where he found That his sword had rusted over the years of no usage. After Having bought a new sword in Falkreath, Almost out of nowhere, Stormcloaks Came charging from the East, And Imperials From the West. the Next thing he knew Falkreath Was a Warzone and he barely made it out alive.
Today Vokun Awakes to see That all his stuff is gone, Stolen by bandits. With Nothing But the Simple Armor On His body and a Few Septims he had on him, His Search for his father would need to be delayed.
==================================================================================================================================================
IF Theres anything wrong with the application i will change it to meet standards.
Thanks for reading this Application that took 2 Hours and 17 minutes to make.
FUS RO DAH!