Post by rsos4953 on Feb 27, 2012 4:06:54 GMT -5
Hey Guys, Rsos here.
I'm posting this little application here so you guys can see if "Thou are Worthy" to join your server!
-Rsos
(Out of Character)
IGN: Rsos4953.
Age: 18.
Role-Play Exp.: Played on the Ruined World, Lost Countries, and Desolate Wasteland RP servers.
Why Us: Quite honestly,- RP is the only thing that really keeps me going in Minecraft. +, I'm a huge fan of the entire Elder Scrolls series
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate a minimum of two hours a day, maximum of eight.
IC
Name: Robb Charisr.
Race: Khajiit.
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-Three.
Appearance: Angular eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and a feline tendency suits this man. Tall, thin, shaped like the sword he carries, straight.
Fears: Is deathly afraid of reflection. (Reflectiphobia?)
Personality: Stoic, quiet, calculating.
Occupation: He works as a deckhand on which he travels to Lordran. He's lived on the ship as on orphan ever since giving up the life of a street rat.
Skills: Old habits die hard, yes? His pickpocketing and thieving days might be over, but he still retains the skill, stealth, and appearance, of a cat. This is supremely useful when working as a rigging monkey.
Nickname (Optional): Close friends refer to him as "Char", otherwise he will assume "Robb"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): With sweat dripping down his forehead, perspiration seeping out of every pore, he smiled. If he were to rank this day among others, it would easily make the top. The physical exertion, the burn in his thighs and arms only drove him on to climb the next robe and nestle himself in the rigging of his home.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A younger, less muscled version steps out of the shadows. The younger version of Robb smiles and holds out his hand.
"Penny for a poor boy" He asked, grinning mischievously.
His sweetheart returned the smile, the two locking arms as the walked across the waste left by the other scum that lived here. Robb waved a careless hand at the teenagers that raised him. The teenagers, seeing him, waved with just the same expression. His sweetheart twined a arm around Robb's neck.
"Please, tell me the story again!" She said, twinkle in her eyes.
"If you really want me to...
It was a dark night, a night when the black of the sky swallows of the stars and when the moon seems dim and evil lurks the streets." Robb paused, "These streets. The angular, masked Khajiit rushed towards the ghetto, carrying a bundle he handled as if made of gold. Dark men gave in a look as he ran pass them, seemingly ignorant of the looks they gave. As he approached the ghetto, his gait slowed, the bundle in his arms swaying.
He saw a young couple, sitting together. He collapsed on his knees, and begged the young couple to take the baby, take the bundle, and keep the baby safe. The couple accepted. They took the baby and made it into a fine young boy, who hangs with his sweetheart and tells her stories about his life. The girl sighed, and leaned her head on Robb's shoulder.
Thanks Guys, for reading through that (super awesome) whitelist application!
-Rsos
I'm posting this little application here so you guys can see if "Thou are Worthy" to join your server!
-Rsos
(Out of Character)
IGN: Rsos4953.
Age: 18.
Role-Play Exp.: Played on the Ruined World, Lost Countries, and Desolate Wasteland RP servers.
Why Us: Quite honestly,- RP is the only thing that really keeps me going in Minecraft. +, I'm a huge fan of the entire Elder Scrolls series
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate a minimum of two hours a day, maximum of eight.
IC
Name: Robb Charisr.
Race: Khajiit.
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-Three.
Appearance: Angular eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and a feline tendency suits this man. Tall, thin, shaped like the sword he carries, straight.
Fears: Is deathly afraid of reflection. (Reflectiphobia?)
Personality: Stoic, quiet, calculating.
Occupation: He works as a deckhand on which he travels to Lordran. He's lived on the ship as on orphan ever since giving up the life of a street rat.
Skills: Old habits die hard, yes? His pickpocketing and thieving days might be over, but he still retains the skill, stealth, and appearance, of a cat. This is supremely useful when working as a rigging monkey.
Nickname (Optional): Close friends refer to him as "Char", otherwise he will assume "Robb"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): With sweat dripping down his forehead, perspiration seeping out of every pore, he smiled. If he were to rank this day among others, it would easily make the top. The physical exertion, the burn in his thighs and arms only drove him on to climb the next robe and nestle himself in the rigging of his home.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A younger, less muscled version steps out of the shadows. The younger version of Robb smiles and holds out his hand.
"Penny for a poor boy" He asked, grinning mischievously.
His sweetheart returned the smile, the two locking arms as the walked across the waste left by the other scum that lived here. Robb waved a careless hand at the teenagers that raised him. The teenagers, seeing him, waved with just the same expression. His sweetheart twined a arm around Robb's neck.
"Please, tell me the story again!" She said, twinkle in her eyes.
"If you really want me to...
It was a dark night, a night when the black of the sky swallows of the stars and when the moon seems dim and evil lurks the streets." Robb paused, "These streets. The angular, masked Khajiit rushed towards the ghetto, carrying a bundle he handled as if made of gold. Dark men gave in a look as he ran pass them, seemingly ignorant of the looks they gave. As he approached the ghetto, his gait slowed, the bundle in his arms swaying.
He saw a young couple, sitting together. He collapsed on his knees, and begged the young couple to take the baby, take the bundle, and keep the baby safe. The couple accepted. They took the baby and made it into a fine young boy, who hangs with his sweetheart and tells her stories about his life. The girl sighed, and leaned her head on Robb's shoulder.
Thanks Guys, for reading through that (super awesome) whitelist application!
-Rsos
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