Post by thenexus on Dec 18, 2011 0:13:01 GMT -5
IGN: TheNexus
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: A small amount, the one server I tried was terrible. But I do know how it works and I want to try it in the Elder Scrolls universe.
Why Us: Well, see above. Plus as you already pointed out, the server can hold 200+ people, meaning no more damn lag. You also set up strict and sensible rules which is something not a lot of servers do. They tend to go "Oh it will be fine, they won't grief".
Time You Can Dedicate: Well, I play Skyrim when I'm not studying, but Skyrim and Minecraft combined? That's an opportunity I can't pass on. I can propably go on a couple of hours a day. Especially now that the holidays are coming up.
IC
Name: Arkan Sovereign
Race: Nord/Breton (father was a nord, mother was a breton, put I pick nord when I play Skyrim)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: Blue eyes, scar along the left side of his jaw, brown shoulder-lenght hair, medium built.
Fears: Draugr and undead beings in general.
Personality: Sarcastic, yet often jokingly so. Nihilistic, which fits well with Skyrim's theme. Favors the Empire but despises the Thalmor, not because he doesn't like elves, but because they are trying to control people. If there was an Elder Scrolls equivalent to Voltaire, he would share his views on freedom of speech and what to believe. ("I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.") Although he could care less about the gods himself, he doesn't mind others believeing what they want. Seeing as he was not raised like a typical nord, he is far more accepting of other races in Skyrim. He appears confident in his abilities, but makes sure not to underestimate his opponents.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary (of sorts). He will hunt down criminals, beasts or creatures as long as there is coin involved.
Skills: Two-handed, Alchemy, Speech and Archery are his main skills, Light-armor and Smithing are lesser skills.
Nickname (Optional): No established ones as of yet.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Arkan has finally found a bandit leader which he has been tracking for days. He only had 2 other bandits with him so Arkan could easily take them both out with a bit of strategic planning. He confronts the bandit leader outside his tent.*
Bandit Leader: So you finally found me, took you long enough. How big is that bounty now?
Arkan: Enough to get me to track you this long, I could have been making a pot or a bowl or something... Now, will you come along peacefully or will you charge at me like your mindless brutes here?
*points at dead bandits*
Bandit Leader: Will I be executed if I give myself up? Or will I be thrown in jail?
Arkan: How should I know? I asked because I didn't want to have to clean my blade afterwards. You've taken enough of my time already. Now what will it be? Death by me or whatever Whiterun has in mind?
Bandit Leader: I'm not giving myself up if they're going to kill me anyway, perhaps we could work out a personal deal? I'm willing to pay you if you let me go... Just tell me how much you want and I'm sure we could work someth-
*Arkan throws a bottle of poison at the bandit, who starts to cough and drops down to his knees until he eventually collapses.*
Bandit Leader: *cough* Coward! *cough* Fight me like a man!
Arkan: Like I said, I didn't want to clean my blade. Have fun in... Wherever you're going.
Backstory:
Arkan was raised on a farm in the Western Reach (in High Rock). His mother had lived in High Rock all her life but his father had moved there 10 years before Arkan was born. Life on the farm was like lives on farms used to be, dull and unexiting. When Arkan turned 23 He decided to move away from the farm and do some woodcutting work with his uncle in Skyrim. He worked at a lumber mill with his uncle for 2 years. During those years he started training with both the sword and the bow. Life in Skyrim was tough his uncle used to say, being able to defend yourself was imortant. He met a bounty hunter at the local inn one day who had just gotten a large amount of gold from his most recent kill. Arkan, foolish as he was at the time, decided that his future was in bounty hunting. Not for a secound did he consider the dangers of it, or that it would rarely pay well.
During his first year as a bounty hunter he learned an important lesson when he was slashed in the face by one of his targets. Never underestimate your target. You may want them alive, but they may not want you to be alive. That's when he recieved his scar, a constant reminder of his stupidity. He had also realized that being a bounty hunter was very unlike what he had imagined it to be. He had imagined himself as a "slayer of great beasts", but he usually ended up going after bandits and thieves, only to get a very small amount of coin for his efforts. He eventually became better at what he was doing, and started getting a reputation. His interest for alchemy was discovered while tracking a necromancer in the Rift. He realized that he could get the upper hand in a fight with the right mixture, and that when carefully made, the mixtures could become weapons themselves. The necromancer proved to be an easy target after that realization. He threw a bottle of paralyze poison at the necromancer which made it considerably easier to knock him out and drag him to the Riften guards.
He isn't currently allied with any faction in Skyrim, but if forced, he would join up with the Legion.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: A small amount, the one server I tried was terrible. But I do know how it works and I want to try it in the Elder Scrolls universe.
Why Us: Well, see above. Plus as you already pointed out, the server can hold 200+ people, meaning no more damn lag. You also set up strict and sensible rules which is something not a lot of servers do. They tend to go "Oh it will be fine, they won't grief".
Time You Can Dedicate: Well, I play Skyrim when I'm not studying, but Skyrim and Minecraft combined? That's an opportunity I can't pass on. I can propably go on a couple of hours a day. Especially now that the holidays are coming up.
IC
Name: Arkan Sovereign
Race: Nord/Breton (father was a nord, mother was a breton, put I pick nord when I play Skyrim)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: Blue eyes, scar along the left side of his jaw, brown shoulder-lenght hair, medium built.
Fears: Draugr and undead beings in general.
Personality: Sarcastic, yet often jokingly so. Nihilistic, which fits well with Skyrim's theme. Favors the Empire but despises the Thalmor, not because he doesn't like elves, but because they are trying to control people. If there was an Elder Scrolls equivalent to Voltaire, he would share his views on freedom of speech and what to believe. ("I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.") Although he could care less about the gods himself, he doesn't mind others believeing what they want. Seeing as he was not raised like a typical nord, he is far more accepting of other races in Skyrim. He appears confident in his abilities, but makes sure not to underestimate his opponents.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary (of sorts). He will hunt down criminals, beasts or creatures as long as there is coin involved.
Skills: Two-handed, Alchemy, Speech and Archery are his main skills, Light-armor and Smithing are lesser skills.
Nickname (Optional): No established ones as of yet.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Arkan has finally found a bandit leader which he has been tracking for days. He only had 2 other bandits with him so Arkan could easily take them both out with a bit of strategic planning. He confronts the bandit leader outside his tent.*
Bandit Leader: So you finally found me, took you long enough. How big is that bounty now?
Arkan: Enough to get me to track you this long, I could have been making a pot or a bowl or something... Now, will you come along peacefully or will you charge at me like your mindless brutes here?
*points at dead bandits*
Bandit Leader: Will I be executed if I give myself up? Or will I be thrown in jail?
Arkan: How should I know? I asked because I didn't want to have to clean my blade afterwards. You've taken enough of my time already. Now what will it be? Death by me or whatever Whiterun has in mind?
Bandit Leader: I'm not giving myself up if they're going to kill me anyway, perhaps we could work out a personal deal? I'm willing to pay you if you let me go... Just tell me how much you want and I'm sure we could work someth-
*Arkan throws a bottle of poison at the bandit, who starts to cough and drops down to his knees until he eventually collapses.*
Bandit Leader: *cough* Coward! *cough* Fight me like a man!
Arkan: Like I said, I didn't want to clean my blade. Have fun in... Wherever you're going.
Backstory:
Arkan was raised on a farm in the Western Reach (in High Rock). His mother had lived in High Rock all her life but his father had moved there 10 years before Arkan was born. Life on the farm was like lives on farms used to be, dull and unexiting. When Arkan turned 23 He decided to move away from the farm and do some woodcutting work with his uncle in Skyrim. He worked at a lumber mill with his uncle for 2 years. During those years he started training with both the sword and the bow. Life in Skyrim was tough his uncle used to say, being able to defend yourself was imortant. He met a bounty hunter at the local inn one day who had just gotten a large amount of gold from his most recent kill. Arkan, foolish as he was at the time, decided that his future was in bounty hunting. Not for a secound did he consider the dangers of it, or that it would rarely pay well.
During his first year as a bounty hunter he learned an important lesson when he was slashed in the face by one of his targets. Never underestimate your target. You may want them alive, but they may not want you to be alive. That's when he recieved his scar, a constant reminder of his stupidity. He had also realized that being a bounty hunter was very unlike what he had imagined it to be. He had imagined himself as a "slayer of great beasts", but he usually ended up going after bandits and thieves, only to get a very small amount of coin for his efforts. He eventually became better at what he was doing, and started getting a reputation. His interest for alchemy was discovered while tracking a necromancer in the Rift. He realized that he could get the upper hand in a fight with the right mixture, and that when carefully made, the mixtures could become weapons themselves. The necromancer proved to be an easy target after that realization. He threw a bottle of paralyze poison at the necromancer which made it considerably easier to knock him out and drag him to the Riften guards.
He isn't currently allied with any faction in Skyrim, but if forced, he would join up with the Legion.
