Post by tristanrobinson1 on Dec 13, 2011 20:30:17 GMT -5
Hi i posted it in the minecraft forums but did not know if you guys were still looking there here is my app
IGN:Tristanrobinson1
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: 3 RPG servers
Why Us: SKYRIM and look stable
Time You Can Dedicate: almost every day
IC
( I know I should not ask but i would wish to be a builder (not staff sence you dont know me yet) i would love to help create the world i love so much (whiterun
if its avaliable. I may be able to donate and i know tones of server commands have admin'ed on a ton of servers and ran my own for a year 80 slot. If you need tech help i can help but back to building i know im late on it ha ha but i hope i can help build i would love to help make the world please get back to me and i can wright a storyline if you want... read mine and give me feedback plz( please disregard all of that if it will get me not accepted i hope i was not overstepping my place and if i was please forgive me)
Name:Tristan Robinson
Race:Khajiit
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance:dark black with white spots, scar running down left eye from fight with Vuljotnaak the dragon.
Fears: Falmer,Chaurus, drowning, cripts
Personality: cautious but not afraid.
Occupation: wanderer / leader
Skills: bow-onehand-dragonslaying-
Nickname (Optional):Tristan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)----( not avenging parents but his people didnt know if that was allowed if not ill re wright it)
Born in one of the wandering caravans he was raised as a thief. His mother would distract a customer and he would steal from them without them knowing. One day he tried his luck on what he thought was a rich traveler but turned out to be a imperial general. Outraged when he found out he had been robed he sent his men to slaughter the caravan. Through a desprate fight in the morning only one survived a young boy. He picked up a sword from a dead imperial and walked twards their camp. They were drinking and getting fat off of the caravans riches and had no idea what was to come. It was in this night that Tristan the lone survivor of the massacure avenged his people and gained the name The nightdemon.he then set off to help the week and destroy those who used their power for crulty and greed. Over time he Gained reputation as a wandering hero after defeating a giant raid on Whiterun where the jarl made him Thane.He Wandered From place to place killing the things that go bump in the night. Moving from one place to the next never safe from his old enemies the Imperials. He met many men. He had heard of a horor that stalked the people of Ivarstead a beast with 3 eyes that no arrow could kill and swords broke to his skin. When he reached Ivarstead the people told him to climb the 7000 stairs to High Hrothgar and their he would find the beast. Reaching the top he came acrose a sigh to see the place of the graybeards but out front stood the beast with a broken ram in his arms, he turned and charged. Tristan emedently crowched and launched arrow after arrow at the beast... no good. With superior agility he managed to evade the beast and run past where he drew his wepions 2 long slender elvin one handed blades in each hand. as the beast charged again he slashed and slashed at it managing to draw blood but the cost was to great as the beast reared up and swatted Tristan as if he was a bug. Limp and bloody laying in the snow he knew his time had come. Out of all the beasts the dragons the giants the falmor or the elvin this one had bested him he slowly turned his head to looked up to see 5 old men walk outside the beast turned and charged Tristan knowing there was no hope for them felt pity but there was nothing he could do he slowly closed his eyes ready for death when "FUS RO DAH" he opened his eyes to see the beast flying past him he turuend to see the old me aproaching him "Arngeir he is alive! we must take him in and heal him" the one called Arngeir turned "Borri i am quite aware that he lives.... Einarth, Arngeir take him in and heal him we shall see that he lives" so they took the noble warior into their relm and made him hole. Their he learned with them and learned the voice. Once he was ready to go he was about to open the door when it suddenly flew open and a man walked by tall, built, and shrowded with a large icebear pelt he turned and looked down revealing ice blue eyes that glow with power. Tristan turned to see the all the graybeards on their knees. "my lord' Arngeir said "We will have your room ready in the hour" as arngeir turned to head to the room the hooded figure grabbed his sholder "Their is no need i come to speak to Paarthurnax. Through the elder scroll nothing more i must go soon for the remaining Imperial still oppress the land". Arngeir hastenly waved at a chest in the middle of the room "of course we will be here if you need us" The hooded figure was about to leave when he noteced Tristan standing in aw at the 7 foot figure He was a giant in size towering over most men which made it easer for him to go head to head with the giants when needed or ideal to fight a dragon. His arms where like barles his chest like a stone. He was a idea that most men could not contemplate he was the dragonborn. Twenty years ago he fought Alduin and defeated him making him the most powerful living thing in skyrim known as lord of the dragons he stoped and pulled something out of his enchanted bag ["because thats how he holds 300+ pounds of stuff
not part of storyline just comic releif"] it was like nothing he had seen a bow made out of black metal with red glowing symbols. Young warior i give you my blessing cary this dadaric wepion with honor and pride use it for good not evil i trust any student of the graybeards to do so. You where gifted with a gift a voice able to use words of power maby not at the power and speed of a dragonborn but none the less use your power for good I have spent my life creating skyrim i give it to you now fight for her and defend her now and until you die". With that he opened the doors and the snow hurtled in and dissapered into the world. Tristan stood shaking with nerves "what will you do" Arngeir" said while looking out at the snow storm. Tristan looked over "I will use this power I have been gifted and will fight for rightiousnes i will destroy evil in all forms and except the shuning of the world i will become an assasin and a hero I will be a follower of the light and the dark of the Dragonborn.
All rights reserved Tristan, Robinson http://tristansstory....com/index.html
IGN:Tristanrobinson1
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: 3 RPG servers
Why Us: SKYRIM and look stable
Time You Can Dedicate: almost every day
IC
( I know I should not ask but i would wish to be a builder (not staff sence you dont know me yet) i would love to help create the world i love so much (whiterun
if its avaliable. I may be able to donate and i know tones of server commands have admin'ed on a ton of servers and ran my own for a year 80 slot. If you need tech help i can help but back to building i know im late on it ha ha but i hope i can help build i would love to help make the world please get back to me and i can wright a storyline if you want... read mine and give me feedback plz( please disregard all of that if it will get me not accepted i hope i was not overstepping my place and if i was please forgive me)Name:Tristan Robinson
Race:Khajiit
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance:dark black with white spots, scar running down left eye from fight with Vuljotnaak the dragon.
Fears: Falmer,Chaurus, drowning, cripts
Personality: cautious but not afraid.
Occupation: wanderer / leader
Skills: bow-onehand-dragonslaying-
Nickname (Optional):Tristan
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)----( not avenging parents but his people didnt know if that was allowed if not ill re wright it)
Born in one of the wandering caravans he was raised as a thief. His mother would distract a customer and he would steal from them without them knowing. One day he tried his luck on what he thought was a rich traveler but turned out to be a imperial general. Outraged when he found out he had been robed he sent his men to slaughter the caravan. Through a desprate fight in the morning only one survived a young boy. He picked up a sword from a dead imperial and walked twards their camp. They were drinking and getting fat off of the caravans riches and had no idea what was to come. It was in this night that Tristan the lone survivor of the massacure avenged his people and gained the name The nightdemon.he then set off to help the week and destroy those who used their power for crulty and greed. Over time he Gained reputation as a wandering hero after defeating a giant raid on Whiterun where the jarl made him Thane.He Wandered From place to place killing the things that go bump in the night. Moving from one place to the next never safe from his old enemies the Imperials. He met many men. He had heard of a horor that stalked the people of Ivarstead a beast with 3 eyes that no arrow could kill and swords broke to his skin. When he reached Ivarstead the people told him to climb the 7000 stairs to High Hrothgar and their he would find the beast. Reaching the top he came acrose a sigh to see the place of the graybeards but out front stood the beast with a broken ram in his arms, he turned and charged. Tristan emedently crowched and launched arrow after arrow at the beast... no good. With superior agility he managed to evade the beast and run past where he drew his wepions 2 long slender elvin one handed blades in each hand. as the beast charged again he slashed and slashed at it managing to draw blood but the cost was to great as the beast reared up and swatted Tristan as if he was a bug. Limp and bloody laying in the snow he knew his time had come. Out of all the beasts the dragons the giants the falmor or the elvin this one had bested him he slowly turned his head to looked up to see 5 old men walk outside the beast turned and charged Tristan knowing there was no hope for them felt pity but there was nothing he could do he slowly closed his eyes ready for death when "FUS RO DAH" he opened his eyes to see the beast flying past him he turuend to see the old me aproaching him "Arngeir he is alive! we must take him in and heal him" the one called Arngeir turned "Borri i am quite aware that he lives.... Einarth, Arngeir take him in and heal him we shall see that he lives" so they took the noble warior into their relm and made him hole. Their he learned with them and learned the voice. Once he was ready to go he was about to open the door when it suddenly flew open and a man walked by tall, built, and shrowded with a large icebear pelt he turned and looked down revealing ice blue eyes that glow with power. Tristan turned to see the all the graybeards on their knees. "my lord' Arngeir said "We will have your room ready in the hour" as arngeir turned to head to the room the hooded figure grabbed his sholder "Their is no need i come to speak to Paarthurnax. Through the elder scroll nothing more i must go soon for the remaining Imperial still oppress the land". Arngeir hastenly waved at a chest in the middle of the room "of course we will be here if you need us" The hooded figure was about to leave when he noteced Tristan standing in aw at the 7 foot figure He was a giant in size towering over most men which made it easer for him to go head to head with the giants when needed or ideal to fight a dragon. His arms where like barles his chest like a stone. He was a idea that most men could not contemplate he was the dragonborn. Twenty years ago he fought Alduin and defeated him making him the most powerful living thing in skyrim known as lord of the dragons he stoped and pulled something out of his enchanted bag ["because thats how he holds 300+ pounds of stuff
not part of storyline just comic releif"] it was like nothing he had seen a bow made out of black metal with red glowing symbols. Young warior i give you my blessing cary this dadaric wepion with honor and pride use it for good not evil i trust any student of the graybeards to do so. You where gifted with a gift a voice able to use words of power maby not at the power and speed of a dragonborn but none the less use your power for good I have spent my life creating skyrim i give it to you now fight for her and defend her now and until you die". With that he opened the doors and the snow hurtled in and dissapered into the world. Tristan stood shaking with nerves "what will you do" Arngeir" said while looking out at the snow storm. Tristan looked over "I will use this power I have been gifted and will fight for rightiousnes i will destroy evil in all forms and except the shuning of the world i will become an assasin and a hero I will be a follower of the light and the dark of the Dragonborn.All rights reserved Tristan, Robinson http://tristansstory....com/index.html
