Post by mallander on Feb 16, 2012 11:30:02 GMT -5
IGN: mallander
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A lot. have played many RP servers and have owned a few of my own.
Why Us: Looking for a good server, to get more experience and see different ways of playing styles.
Time You Can Dedicate: a substantial amount, maybe 5+ hours a day. Some days less, some days more.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Role-play to me is taking your own twist on a character that you, or someone else has created for a purpose. to fulfil an adventure, or raise a family. It is your path to decide with Role-Play.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Meta-gaming - Using outside information to your in-game advantage, for example: being in someone's TS channel without them knowing, and using information on an attack to depend yourselves. power-Gaming - Someone who uses the game system to bring misfortune and frustrate other players.
IC
Name: Ascaroth
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 460
Appearance: dark hair, wears a green masked hood, with a grey overcoat, his orange eyes allow him to see brighter in night, and dimmer in day.
Fears: His fears are Endermen, Without being able to shoot them accurately with his bow, he is defenceless towards them, and fears crossing their paths.
Personality: Ascaroth is protective of his Kin, but is kind at heart towards anyone who will do the same to him. He treats others as they treat him.
Occupation: Archer, but also has a good knowledge of potions from his forefathers.
Skills: Deadly accurate with a bow, and good Charisma to solve issues, and make friends. Or enemies if the time occurs.
Nickname (Optional): Shortened - Ascar
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ascar - "Sir, he is coming.. There is not enough time, You ahve to go, NOW!"
Astrald - "no, Ascar... i must stay and help my people. you go, i shall stay and fight!"
Ascar - "I am sorry, lord. I cannot let you do that, you must be with the survivors, i shall protect the rest!"
*Ascar pushes Astrald out of the city, and closes the gate.
Ascar - "Run, go now!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Spoiler
The Dark, a threat that has haunted our people for an age. And now it has won. The Kingdom Of Aeonis has been deserted, and all remaining survivors have fled to a baron land, to start a fresh. Away from the Clutches of evil...
Or so they think.
This is the Tale of the Lorican Specialist Ascaroth, and his efforts to keep Aeonis alive.
Gathering all he could from the Tree he once called home, Ascaroth rallied his kin, and fled the nation. Moving swiftly as Elves do, he managed to escape before his home was torn apart by the Claws of 'The Dark'. The fearless warrior he was, he told the 'Elven Lord Astrald' and his followers to run ahead... Whilst Ascaroth attempts to slow the night, and bring light to his kin.
Standing there, in the middle of open land, enough to be far enough from the enemy to get a good shot with the 'Bow Of Lorican' handed to him by the Lord to keep safe, and use in his battle against the night that spreads over Aeonis. In a last hope to save his Kin and nation, he braves the cold, damp, night to fight this 'thing'.
Standing, drenched to his bones in the famous rain of Aeonis, his hopes were high, his bow was drawn, and his armour thick. Staring face to face at 'The Dark', he lets out a roar of power. In hope it could give him the strength to fight. Letting off his first shot, he pierces the dark right through his chest. In a mocking fashion, the dark coils, giving Ascaroth false hope that he has injured the beast, but stands and laughs whilst the arrow disintegrates and heals his wound.
Now realising that he cannot defeat this creature but only slow it down, Ascaroth knows he must fight. Swarms of minions come charging at him, being knocked down one by one with the 'Bow of Lorican' and the skill of a master bowman. After minutes of fighting, Ascaroth hears charging footsteps, but not from the minions of 'The dark', but coming from behind him.
A battalion of human Warriors unite with Ascaroth, and help him defeat what they thought was the last of the minions. At this point, thunder was pounding the floor around where Evil stood, and from the ground, arose many more hoards of minions. The humans and Ascaroth knew this was their final stand, but it was not over for him yet.
The brave human warriors fought through the night alongside Ascaroth, and just as midnight struck they saw that 'The Dark' was becoming more powerful as the night progressed. Being the ever kind souls humans are, they ordered Ascaroth to leave and protect his Lord, as he was quicker than them and the Human Warriors knew that they were not fast enough to get away.
As Ascaroth moved swiftly through the forest, every warrior he saw, he told of the location of the human warriors and 'The dark' so that they could aid his new found friends on the battlefield. Running past Dark Elves and Demons alike, no-one was in the mood for battle right now, but all who could be spared joined the fight against Evil.
Ascaroth found the Elven base camp, that they had set up to rest in some kind of wasteland, and helped the hunters gather pork for a meal. When he was out hunting, he could hear the screams of men and Dwarves being slaughtered like Pigs at the hand of 'the dark'.
There was now nothing that Ascaroth could do, it was too late to attempt to save them. His lord ordered him to stay and be his royal Protection for the night after his loyalty and Guidance to the Elfish kind.
Ascaroth turned around, to see what threat remained, he stopped, and looked in awe what destruction laid behind. He turned to follow his Kin... but nothing... no-one was there, Ascaroth was completely lost, as there was only 1 elf who knew the way.
Running around in any which direction. He began to think, and accept, this was the end for him. He ran the whole night, Until... he saw... something, a figure appearing in the mist of the night.
The figure spoke... 'Welcome... to... Lordan'
Ascaroth was confused, he did not know where he was, or how he got here.
But, he decided to settle down, and build new life and town for himself and his new kin... Here began his life in 'Lordan'
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: A lot. have played many RP servers and have owned a few of my own.
Why Us: Looking for a good server, to get more experience and see different ways of playing styles.
Time You Can Dedicate: a substantial amount, maybe 5+ hours a day. Some days less, some days more.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Role-play to me is taking your own twist on a character that you, or someone else has created for a purpose. to fulfil an adventure, or raise a family. It is your path to decide with Role-Play.
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Meta-gaming - Using outside information to your in-game advantage, for example: being in someone's TS channel without them knowing, and using information on an attack to depend yourselves. power-Gaming - Someone who uses the game system to bring misfortune and frustrate other players.
IC
Name: Ascaroth
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 460
Appearance: dark hair, wears a green masked hood, with a grey overcoat, his orange eyes allow him to see brighter in night, and dimmer in day.
Fears: His fears are Endermen, Without being able to shoot them accurately with his bow, he is defenceless towards them, and fears crossing their paths.
Personality: Ascaroth is protective of his Kin, but is kind at heart towards anyone who will do the same to him. He treats others as they treat him.
Occupation: Archer, but also has a good knowledge of potions from his forefathers.
Skills: Deadly accurate with a bow, and good Charisma to solve issues, and make friends. Or enemies if the time occurs.
Nickname (Optional): Shortened - Ascar
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ascar - "Sir, he is coming.. There is not enough time, You ahve to go, NOW!"
Astrald - "no, Ascar... i must stay and help my people. you go, i shall stay and fight!"
Ascar - "I am sorry, lord. I cannot let you do that, you must be with the survivors, i shall protect the rest!"
*Ascar pushes Astrald out of the city, and closes the gate.
Ascar - "Run, go now!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Spoiler
The Dark, a threat that has haunted our people for an age. And now it has won. The Kingdom Of Aeonis has been deserted, and all remaining survivors have fled to a baron land, to start a fresh. Away from the Clutches of evil...
Or so they think.
This is the Tale of the Lorican Specialist Ascaroth, and his efforts to keep Aeonis alive.
Gathering all he could from the Tree he once called home, Ascaroth rallied his kin, and fled the nation. Moving swiftly as Elves do, he managed to escape before his home was torn apart by the Claws of 'The Dark'. The fearless warrior he was, he told the 'Elven Lord Astrald' and his followers to run ahead... Whilst Ascaroth attempts to slow the night, and bring light to his kin.
Standing there, in the middle of open land, enough to be far enough from the enemy to get a good shot with the 'Bow Of Lorican' handed to him by the Lord to keep safe, and use in his battle against the night that spreads over Aeonis. In a last hope to save his Kin and nation, he braves the cold, damp, night to fight this 'thing'.
Standing, drenched to his bones in the famous rain of Aeonis, his hopes were high, his bow was drawn, and his armour thick. Staring face to face at 'The Dark', he lets out a roar of power. In hope it could give him the strength to fight. Letting off his first shot, he pierces the dark right through his chest. In a mocking fashion, the dark coils, giving Ascaroth false hope that he has injured the beast, but stands and laughs whilst the arrow disintegrates and heals his wound.
Now realising that he cannot defeat this creature but only slow it down, Ascaroth knows he must fight. Swarms of minions come charging at him, being knocked down one by one with the 'Bow of Lorican' and the skill of a master bowman. After minutes of fighting, Ascaroth hears charging footsteps, but not from the minions of 'The dark', but coming from behind him.
A battalion of human Warriors unite with Ascaroth, and help him defeat what they thought was the last of the minions. At this point, thunder was pounding the floor around where Evil stood, and from the ground, arose many more hoards of minions. The humans and Ascaroth knew this was their final stand, but it was not over for him yet.
The brave human warriors fought through the night alongside Ascaroth, and just as midnight struck they saw that 'The Dark' was becoming more powerful as the night progressed. Being the ever kind souls humans are, they ordered Ascaroth to leave and protect his Lord, as he was quicker than them and the Human Warriors knew that they were not fast enough to get away.
As Ascaroth moved swiftly through the forest, every warrior he saw, he told of the location of the human warriors and 'The dark' so that they could aid his new found friends on the battlefield. Running past Dark Elves and Demons alike, no-one was in the mood for battle right now, but all who could be spared joined the fight against Evil.
Ascaroth found the Elven base camp, that they had set up to rest in some kind of wasteland, and helped the hunters gather pork for a meal. When he was out hunting, he could hear the screams of men and Dwarves being slaughtered like Pigs at the hand of 'the dark'.
There was now nothing that Ascaroth could do, it was too late to attempt to save them. His lord ordered him to stay and be his royal Protection for the night after his loyalty and Guidance to the Elfish kind.
Ascaroth turned around, to see what threat remained, he stopped, and looked in awe what destruction laid behind. He turned to follow his Kin... but nothing... no-one was there, Ascaroth was completely lost, as there was only 1 elf who knew the way.
Running around in any which direction. He began to think, and accept, this was the end for him. He ran the whole night, Until... he saw... something, a figure appearing in the mist of the night.
The figure spoke... 'Welcome... to... Lordan'
Ascaroth was confused, he did not know where he was, or how he got here.
But, he decided to settle down, and build new life and town for himself and his new kin... Here began his life in 'Lordan'
