Post by zarllarlack on Mar 7, 2012 16:35:44 GMT -5
OOC
IGN:kashki
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:not much but i do have some experience RP'ing with my sister who does it all the time.
Why Us: Because I don't know i just like the idea of being able to Rp as my character in minecraft in a skyrim themed server
Time You Can Dedicate:most days 2-5 hours depending on my homework status for the night
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Actually putting yourself into your character’s mind and reacting to situations as your character would, and adjusting your characters out look on someone or something accordingly.
IC
Name: Zarl-Larlack username is kashki
Race:argonian
Gender:male
Age:19
Appearance: grayish black skin with extremely blue iris with a white sclera. he wears very strange clothes that seem to depict a smiling skull.
Fears:trolls, spiders, needles, and drowning even though for him that's almost physically impossible.
Personality:a very quick to anger person most likely do to child hood trauma including a near death experience involving almost being drowned. But if you get on his good side he will prove to be one of your most loyal friends willing to die for your safety hence the drowning incident.
Occupation: he's a sell sword who tends to stay towards the warmer southern areas of skyrim but his name is rather well known in the college of winterhold because he had helped the mages by retrieving a mask from a dragon priest to let them study it. and a rather skilled translator of ancient languages so his friends sometimes call him the calligragraphic interpreter CI for short.
Skills:skilled in both light and heavy armor wearing what best suits his current task, quite skilled with a sword, and has an odd talent for translating ancient writings.
Nickname (Optional):CI
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me: SHIVA! LEAVE KOZZY ALONE!
Shiva: Oh, and why should i little hatchling?
me: BECAUSE I'LL GIVE YOU A BEATING IF YOU DON'T!
Shiva: Ha! Your five years younger then me and half my size what could you possibly do to hurt me?
Me I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT.
Zarl rushes at shiva arm cocked back ready to punch. Zarl throws the punch and shiva merely side steps out of the way and trips Zarl. Shiva bends down and picks Zarl up by the neck and carries him to the creek just behind the school. By now all the kids are cheering SHIVA!SHIVA!SHIVA! Shiva then proceeds to cover up Zarl's gills and dunks his head under the water.
Zarl's thoughts: This is it i'm really going to die i'm going to be the first argonian to be drowned.
(everything goes black for young 8 year old zarl
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My life started out like most other hatchlings in Blackmarsh. I hatched but the only person i saw was a male at my side he looked so happy but yet i had a sense that he was holding back great sorrow. I now know this sorrow to be caused by the absense of his mate, my mom. But as a new hatchling I gave it no second thought all i thought was pure joy.
For the next few years my life was simple. Until there was a murder in the village and my father was framed. I knew he hadn't done it because i had been with him that night. The punishment was banishment from black marsh. I had a friend named Kozzy who was a khajit and she was about to go to skyrim to start up a skooma business seeing as moon sugar was becoming much less popular. So she opted to bring me and my dad to skyrim with her. Along the way my father told me why I never had a mother, he told me that when i was just an egg that my mother ran off with a another mate, and never returned. That night should have been devastating to any one else but not me you see I never had a mother I couldn't have felt a connection towards her. So I vowed never to marry for that reason for the fear of losing my wife and possibly leaving a kid motherless. The next day we arrived in skyrim. I had no idea what to do with my self, so i ran and leaped for joy at the thought of a new beginning. Then my father fell down in pain I ran over to him and Kozzy followed me upon inspection I found that someone had shot my father directly in the knee. I heard someone from behind and i whirled around fathers dagger in hand. the man was a nord but i couldn't see his face because he was wearing an iron horned helmet and a set of studded armor. He ran off laughing, yelling "ARROW TO THE KNEE". The jackass thought it was a joke! The next thing i heard was the sound of a bow being drawn I looked at Kozzy, who had just readied her bow, she fired and hit the man right in the back of the knee. He fell down crippled, Kozzy slowly walked up to him daggers of unfamiliar craftsmanship in both hands and proceeded to cut off his head. I had never seen such a brutal display of violence from her, I guessed it was the daggers as they seemed to glow a bright red when she killed him. When I asked what kind of daggers they were she told me that they were deadric and that they were forged with the very heart of a Deadra. This of course explained the brutal surge of violence she had felt. We then rushed my father to the nearest city which was called Whiterun and we brought him to the temple there for the healers to help my dad. He lived but the healers said he may never be able to run again.
This is were me and kozzy part ways, she headed off to riften to get in good with the thieves guild and start up her skooma empire.(which has done very well.) I set off to find an argonian docter who has been rumored to be creating a serum that could have any sort of affect, even the possibilty to heal my father leg. Along the way I will do as much work and quests as possible to gain enough money to buy this serum from the doctor if i Can Ever Find him.
FUS RO DA!
IGN:kashki
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:not much but i do have some experience RP'ing with my sister who does it all the time.
Why Us: Because I don't know i just like the idea of being able to Rp as my character in minecraft in a skyrim themed server
Time You Can Dedicate:most days 2-5 hours depending on my homework status for the night
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Actually putting yourself into your character’s mind and reacting to situations as your character would, and adjusting your characters out look on someone or something accordingly.
IC
Name: Zarl-Larlack username is kashki
Race:argonian
Gender:male
Age:19
Appearance: grayish black skin with extremely blue iris with a white sclera. he wears very strange clothes that seem to depict a smiling skull.
Fears:trolls, spiders, needles, and drowning even though for him that's almost physically impossible.
Personality:a very quick to anger person most likely do to child hood trauma including a near death experience involving almost being drowned. But if you get on his good side he will prove to be one of your most loyal friends willing to die for your safety hence the drowning incident.
Occupation: he's a sell sword who tends to stay towards the warmer southern areas of skyrim but his name is rather well known in the college of winterhold because he had helped the mages by retrieving a mask from a dragon priest to let them study it. and a rather skilled translator of ancient languages so his friends sometimes call him the calligragraphic interpreter CI for short.
Skills:skilled in both light and heavy armor wearing what best suits his current task, quite skilled with a sword, and has an odd talent for translating ancient writings.
Nickname (Optional):CI
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me: SHIVA! LEAVE KOZZY ALONE!
Shiva: Oh, and why should i little hatchling?
me: BECAUSE I'LL GIVE YOU A BEATING IF YOU DON'T!
Shiva: Ha! Your five years younger then me and half my size what could you possibly do to hurt me?
Me I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT.
Zarl rushes at shiva arm cocked back ready to punch. Zarl throws the punch and shiva merely side steps out of the way and trips Zarl. Shiva bends down and picks Zarl up by the neck and carries him to the creek just behind the school. By now all the kids are cheering SHIVA!SHIVA!SHIVA! Shiva then proceeds to cover up Zarl's gills and dunks his head under the water.
Zarl's thoughts: This is it i'm really going to die i'm going to be the first argonian to be drowned.
(everything goes black for young 8 year old zarl
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My life started out like most other hatchlings in Blackmarsh. I hatched but the only person i saw was a male at my side he looked so happy but yet i had a sense that he was holding back great sorrow. I now know this sorrow to be caused by the absense of his mate, my mom. But as a new hatchling I gave it no second thought all i thought was pure joy.
For the next few years my life was simple. Until there was a murder in the village and my father was framed. I knew he hadn't done it because i had been with him that night. The punishment was banishment from black marsh. I had a friend named Kozzy who was a khajit and she was about to go to skyrim to start up a skooma business seeing as moon sugar was becoming much less popular. So she opted to bring me and my dad to skyrim with her. Along the way my father told me why I never had a mother, he told me that when i was just an egg that my mother ran off with a another mate, and never returned. That night should have been devastating to any one else but not me you see I never had a mother I couldn't have felt a connection towards her. So I vowed never to marry for that reason for the fear of losing my wife and possibly leaving a kid motherless. The next day we arrived in skyrim. I had no idea what to do with my self, so i ran and leaped for joy at the thought of a new beginning. Then my father fell down in pain I ran over to him and Kozzy followed me upon inspection I found that someone had shot my father directly in the knee. I heard someone from behind and i whirled around fathers dagger in hand. the man was a nord but i couldn't see his face because he was wearing an iron horned helmet and a set of studded armor. He ran off laughing, yelling "ARROW TO THE KNEE". The jackass thought it was a joke! The next thing i heard was the sound of a bow being drawn I looked at Kozzy, who had just readied her bow, she fired and hit the man right in the back of the knee. He fell down crippled, Kozzy slowly walked up to him daggers of unfamiliar craftsmanship in both hands and proceeded to cut off his head. I had never seen such a brutal display of violence from her, I guessed it was the daggers as they seemed to glow a bright red when she killed him. When I asked what kind of daggers they were she told me that they were deadric and that they were forged with the very heart of a Deadra. This of course explained the brutal surge of violence she had felt. We then rushed my father to the nearest city which was called Whiterun and we brought him to the temple there for the healers to help my dad. He lived but the healers said he may never be able to run again.
This is were me and kozzy part ways, she headed off to riften to get in good with the thieves guild and start up her skooma empire.(which has done very well.) I set off to find an argonian docter who has been rumored to be creating a serum that could have any sort of affect, even the possibilty to heal my father leg. Along the way I will do as much work and quests as possible to gain enough money to buy this serum from the doctor if i Can Ever Find him.
FUS RO DA!