Post by karmadelta on Jan 17, 2012 20:44:30 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: KarmaDelta
Age: 15 - voice will surprise you
Role-Play Exp.: I have just got done playing on Lord of The Craft as I write this. I was a professional RP'r and made many friends on there. I was Deltaro, Head Mage Teacher of the Mage's Guild. I was well known throughout the server. For good and for bad. But i always brought good RP to a server. and i have had many years with it.
Why Us: honestly, im lost. I need a RP server that i know can be good admin wise and wont be as harsh or trolly. And can fill the void i have.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can stay on for more than 64 hours a week.
IC
Name: Deltaro
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 391
Appearance: [ i would put a Screenshot here but its not appearing in my folder ]
He wears a red amulet around his neck, has grey/silver hair, palish dark skin, raggy brown clothes, and red eyes.
Fears:
He doesnt like being left alone - At a young age his parents always worked outside while he worked inside, with no one around. And after his master beats his parents he always tries to get in the middle of it after being pushed into a dark corner
Doesnt like fighting in huge groups - He feels that people overpower him and so he doesnt like being in a crowd of heavily weaponed/armor people, fearing the worst may happen to him
Doesnt like it when an Argonian has power - His childhood, he feels that all Argonians are after him
Personality: He can be shown to be ignorant, hateful when threatend, doesnt keep grudges, nice, and helpful
Occupation: He never really had a job, all he did was wander and eat fruit from the wild, also knows how to cut trees down and chop them up to sustain the fire and to spread nature
Skills:
He is a good farmer - Slave job
Knows hot to wield an axe - cutting trees to live
Nickname (Optional): Del
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
You see 2 high elves, one with a sword, looking to stab the other in the back, and the other not paying attention:
"Hey!" Del shouts "Get away from him!"
The other elf looks for the shouting, as he turns he sees the elf sneaking behind him, so he runs away
"By the Dread Fathers sake! You ruined my contract!" the elf screams
"You said dread father? Not smart of a dark brotherhood member to say this out loud dont you think?"
The elf, enraged, charges at Del. It takes a few tries, but Del holds his ground, with only a few cuts and the other with bruises
Deltaro panting, "Hey.... -pant- your pret- -pants- pretty good. Shame for whats about to happen." Del says while continuing to catch his breath
"Ha! What do you mean!"
As the elf says that out loud, a patrol comes by
"Hey! We saw everything of that! Halt!"
The elf afraid, curses Del as he flees away
"Are you ok elf?"
Del nods
"Good, dont worry, we shall get him. Justice will be brought to him"
The guards sprint away, leaving Del to care for his wounds.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Deltaro's life has been a strange one. He grew up in Morrowind, as in his time when slaves started to become normal. His parents were trying there best to stay away from debts and loaning septims. But in these times it was hard. After a couple years, they ended up deep in debt, and lent more than 10,000 septims. Ironic right? But it got worse. They ended up slaved to an Argonian. He was caring at times, but after he drank his imported Nordic Meed, everything changed. He beat up Del's mother and father, leaving him to watch. And after he was done with them, he went for Deltaro. Deltaro, young and afraid flailed, his parents screaming to let go, began to hit him. His parents furios, jumped onto the Argonian and began beating him! It was so bad the Argonian passed out. Now, afraid of the future Del's parents pack his things and tell him to run, but before he goes they give him a family heirloom. It was a necklace, a red one. He does not know what it does or means, but he takes it.
In the past Deltaro grew up hateful to the Argonians, feeling as if them and Morrowind was the reason of his enslaved childhood. But, he tries to forget it, knowing what happens if you go looking for trouble. But as he grew in age, he always did end up finding trouble. At the age of 136, he got into a street brawl with a different Argonian Slaver. No one knows why, but neither does Deltaro. After that he was just given a warning. Any more outbursts like that he would be charged.
Fearing that he may be jailed or executed in the future, he left Morrowind. He knows he should have left earlier but he couldnt leave his parents behind. It was just this situation. Leaving with no path, no religion to even make a path. He didnt know what to follow, the Dark Elves patrons were looked down upon his master, while he promoted the Argonians patrons. Wile his parents told him not that, but to follow his races patrons. So he just left..... still with nothing.
He heard rumors of how skyrim was free from tyranny and slavers, well it was half true. There were not a lot of slavers, but there were rumors of corruption and other political things going on. He knows after the war with Thalmor, there would be, but since they are elven brethren he thought it would be different for him. Again, wrong. He slept in the woods, and ate apples from the trees. In the cold areas of Skyrim, he knows trees die often, so he fashions himself an axe and cuts the trees and re-plants for future generations. In this time, he was a lone, all alone in the wild, with no one.
He was always afraid of sleeping, always gripping his necklace, he did travle to small villages, but left them after no one wanting to hire a dark elf like him. He always had good in his heart, like one time he helped a nordic child find her lost doll in the woods, he did end up finding it, but was poisoned from spiders. He did return it though, before passing out and him getting medical help from the girls mother. Her mother was a brown haired, strong, hard working Nordic mother, he fell in love at first site, and her with him. He didnt tell her of his love, but later left, cursing himself for not saying anything.
To this day he is now a drifter, wandering from town to town, wishing he can do something with his life. He wishes to be a great elf, one who can help in a community, one in which would not turn him down! For that, is what he truly desires, always holding his necklace, always wishing.......
FUS RO DAH!
[ I hope you guys enjoyed this. All i ask from the server is to not have trolls that have power, or admins that threaten with the slightest thing about there power. That is what LoTC was like, thats why i left it. Thats the only thing i wish for. ]
IGN: KarmaDelta
Age: 15 - voice will surprise you
Role-Play Exp.: I have just got done playing on Lord of The Craft as I write this. I was a professional RP'r and made many friends on there. I was Deltaro, Head Mage Teacher of the Mage's Guild. I was well known throughout the server. For good and for bad. But i always brought good RP to a server. and i have had many years with it.
Why Us: honestly, im lost. I need a RP server that i know can be good admin wise and wont be as harsh or trolly. And can fill the void i have.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can stay on for more than 64 hours a week.
IC
Name: Deltaro
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 391
Appearance: [ i would put a Screenshot here but its not appearing in my folder ]
He wears a red amulet around his neck, has grey/silver hair, palish dark skin, raggy brown clothes, and red eyes.
Fears:
He doesnt like being left alone - At a young age his parents always worked outside while he worked inside, with no one around. And after his master beats his parents he always tries to get in the middle of it after being pushed into a dark corner
Doesnt like fighting in huge groups - He feels that people overpower him and so he doesnt like being in a crowd of heavily weaponed/armor people, fearing the worst may happen to him
Doesnt like it when an Argonian has power - His childhood, he feels that all Argonians are after him
Personality: He can be shown to be ignorant, hateful when threatend, doesnt keep grudges, nice, and helpful
Occupation: He never really had a job, all he did was wander and eat fruit from the wild, also knows how to cut trees down and chop them up to sustain the fire and to spread nature
Skills:
He is a good farmer - Slave job
Knows hot to wield an axe - cutting trees to live
Nickname (Optional): Del
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
You see 2 high elves, one with a sword, looking to stab the other in the back, and the other not paying attention:
"Hey!" Del shouts "Get away from him!"
The other elf looks for the shouting, as he turns he sees the elf sneaking behind him, so he runs away
"By the Dread Fathers sake! You ruined my contract!" the elf screams
"You said dread father? Not smart of a dark brotherhood member to say this out loud dont you think?"
The elf, enraged, charges at Del. It takes a few tries, but Del holds his ground, with only a few cuts and the other with bruises
Deltaro panting, "Hey.... -pant- your pret- -pants- pretty good. Shame for whats about to happen." Del says while continuing to catch his breath
"Ha! What do you mean!"
As the elf says that out loud, a patrol comes by
"Hey! We saw everything of that! Halt!"
The elf afraid, curses Del as he flees away
"Are you ok elf?"
Del nods
"Good, dont worry, we shall get him. Justice will be brought to him"
The guards sprint away, leaving Del to care for his wounds.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Deltaro's life has been a strange one. He grew up in Morrowind, as in his time when slaves started to become normal. His parents were trying there best to stay away from debts and loaning septims. But in these times it was hard. After a couple years, they ended up deep in debt, and lent more than 10,000 septims. Ironic right? But it got worse. They ended up slaved to an Argonian. He was caring at times, but after he drank his imported Nordic Meed, everything changed. He beat up Del's mother and father, leaving him to watch. And after he was done with them, he went for Deltaro. Deltaro, young and afraid flailed, his parents screaming to let go, began to hit him. His parents furios, jumped onto the Argonian and began beating him! It was so bad the Argonian passed out. Now, afraid of the future Del's parents pack his things and tell him to run, but before he goes they give him a family heirloom. It was a necklace, a red one. He does not know what it does or means, but he takes it.
In the past Deltaro grew up hateful to the Argonians, feeling as if them and Morrowind was the reason of his enslaved childhood. But, he tries to forget it, knowing what happens if you go looking for trouble. But as he grew in age, he always did end up finding trouble. At the age of 136, he got into a street brawl with a different Argonian Slaver. No one knows why, but neither does Deltaro. After that he was just given a warning. Any more outbursts like that he would be charged.
Fearing that he may be jailed or executed in the future, he left Morrowind. He knows he should have left earlier but he couldnt leave his parents behind. It was just this situation. Leaving with no path, no religion to even make a path. He didnt know what to follow, the Dark Elves patrons were looked down upon his master, while he promoted the Argonians patrons. Wile his parents told him not that, but to follow his races patrons. So he just left..... still with nothing.
He heard rumors of how skyrim was free from tyranny and slavers, well it was half true. There were not a lot of slavers, but there were rumors of corruption and other political things going on. He knows after the war with Thalmor, there would be, but since they are elven brethren he thought it would be different for him. Again, wrong. He slept in the woods, and ate apples from the trees. In the cold areas of Skyrim, he knows trees die often, so he fashions himself an axe and cuts the trees and re-plants for future generations. In this time, he was a lone, all alone in the wild, with no one.
He was always afraid of sleeping, always gripping his necklace, he did travle to small villages, but left them after no one wanting to hire a dark elf like him. He always had good in his heart, like one time he helped a nordic child find her lost doll in the woods, he did end up finding it, but was poisoned from spiders. He did return it though, before passing out and him getting medical help from the girls mother. Her mother was a brown haired, strong, hard working Nordic mother, he fell in love at first site, and her with him. He didnt tell her of his love, but later left, cursing himself for not saying anything.
To this day he is now a drifter, wandering from town to town, wishing he can do something with his life. He wishes to be a great elf, one who can help in a community, one in which would not turn him down! For that, is what he truly desires, always holding his necklace, always wishing.......
FUS RO DAH!
[ I hope you guys enjoyed this. All i ask from the server is to not have trolls that have power, or admins that threaten with the slightest thing about there power. That is what LoTC was like, thats why i left it. Thats the only thing i wish for. ]