Post by tarias on Dec 21, 2011 1:03:13 GMT -5
Heyo lads 'n lasses!
I'll just copy my application from the thread to here.
OOC
IGN: Tarias
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: In Minecraft: Lord of the Craft server for about half a year. And Buxville for a while. I have also roleplayed in any game I have ever played.
Why Us: Because Skyrim is a bloody awesome and I love the lore of the game. And since Minecraft is one of my favourite games it would be awesome to play them combined.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Valundre Hurdnan
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Is mostly seen in Leather Armour, beneath he wears fancy clothing with a satchel containing food, ingredients and, his book. Has long brown hair and a brown beard.
Fears: Being forced to stand by and not interact when something injust is happening.
Personality: A man who sees everyone as an equal yet has no respect for people who commit unjust deeds like the Thalmor. His greatest goal in life is bringing peace to Skyrim. Mainly remains calm but can sometimes lose his temper when his opponent insults him.
Occupation: Traveller, peacebringer.
Skills: Persuasion, stealth and archery.
Nickname (Optional): Valundre the Persuasive
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I sat by my fire, eating a piece of cooked salmon I looked into the sky, the clear moon, my thoughts wandered off. Suddenly, I heard some talking coming from the road, I grabbed my bow and my sword and silently got into position to ambush them. Only 2 bandits with a stolen coin purse... As they walked by while I hid between the bushes I shot an arrow into one of the bandits his leg. The other one turned around: "Come out!" Silently I walked onto the road from the bushes, smiling. "Just drop the coin purse and leave, or you'll end up like your friend there." I said. "Heh, no way." he said with a grin. I threw away my bow and stood there, without a weapon in my hands as the bandit charged at me. In his rage, he tried to cut off my head, I ducked and unsheathed my weapon, cutting him in his stomach. "Still so sure?" I asked him. "You bastard! Here, have the coins! I'm out of here!" he said as he threw the coin purse at me and picked up his wounded friend. "Only 50 septims..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in Whiterun, Valundre had always been raised to become a good talker, since his father wanted him to become a merchant, like him. When Valundre was young he had always been enthousiastic about becoming a merchant because of the stories his father told him about places he went and interesting items he had encountered. Though when he was 17, he got confronted with the horrible war that was going on in Skyrim, his ambitions to become a merchant changed... he no longer wanted to travel around and trade his wares, he wanted to end the war, to bring peace to Skyrim. His father and mother didn't want this, because they thought it was too dangerous for Valundre. Yet, Valundre's ambition never changed again...
When Valundre was 22, he got sick of his parents trying to talk him out of it, he took the leather armour his father had brought him, the sword he had received from a friend of his father, a blacksmith and his wooden long bow with iron arrows. He didn't know where he would go, as long as he could leave that place. After half a year, he had gathered information from all the towns and armies at war and wrote a book filled with the information and his own life. He travelled the lands and infiltrated bandit camps to take their stolen valuables. Still trying to find a way to end these pointless wars and still writing about his life... The road goes on...
FUS RO DAH!
I'll just copy my application from the thread to here.
OOC
IGN: Tarias
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: In Minecraft: Lord of the Craft server for about half a year. And Buxville for a while. I have also roleplayed in any game I have ever played.
Why Us: Because Skyrim is a bloody awesome and I love the lore of the game. And since Minecraft is one of my favourite games it would be awesome to play them combined.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Valundre Hurdnan
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Is mostly seen in Leather Armour, beneath he wears fancy clothing with a satchel containing food, ingredients and, his book. Has long brown hair and a brown beard.
Fears: Being forced to stand by and not interact when something injust is happening.
Personality: A man who sees everyone as an equal yet has no respect for people who commit unjust deeds like the Thalmor. His greatest goal in life is bringing peace to Skyrim. Mainly remains calm but can sometimes lose his temper when his opponent insults him.
Occupation: Traveller, peacebringer.
Skills: Persuasion, stealth and archery.
Nickname (Optional): Valundre the Persuasive
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I sat by my fire, eating a piece of cooked salmon I looked into the sky, the clear moon, my thoughts wandered off. Suddenly, I heard some talking coming from the road, I grabbed my bow and my sword and silently got into position to ambush them. Only 2 bandits with a stolen coin purse... As they walked by while I hid between the bushes I shot an arrow into one of the bandits his leg. The other one turned around: "Come out!" Silently I walked onto the road from the bushes, smiling. "Just drop the coin purse and leave, or you'll end up like your friend there." I said. "Heh, no way." he said with a grin. I threw away my bow and stood there, without a weapon in my hands as the bandit charged at me. In his rage, he tried to cut off my head, I ducked and unsheathed my weapon, cutting him in his stomach. "Still so sure?" I asked him. "You bastard! Here, have the coins! I'm out of here!" he said as he threw the coin purse at me and picked up his wounded friend. "Only 50 septims..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in Whiterun, Valundre had always been raised to become a good talker, since his father wanted him to become a merchant, like him. When Valundre was young he had always been enthousiastic about becoming a merchant because of the stories his father told him about places he went and interesting items he had encountered. Though when he was 17, he got confronted with the horrible war that was going on in Skyrim, his ambitions to become a merchant changed... he no longer wanted to travel around and trade his wares, he wanted to end the war, to bring peace to Skyrim. His father and mother didn't want this, because they thought it was too dangerous for Valundre. Yet, Valundre's ambition never changed again...
When Valundre was 22, he got sick of his parents trying to talk him out of it, he took the leather armour his father had brought him, the sword he had received from a friend of his father, a blacksmith and his wooden long bow with iron arrows. He didn't know where he would go, as long as he could leave that place. After half a year, he had gathered information from all the towns and armies at war and wrote a book filled with the information and his own life. He travelled the lands and infiltrated bandit camps to take their stolen valuables. Still trying to find a way to end these pointless wars and still writing about his life... The road goes on...
FUS RO DAH!
