Mesalia Forums - Denied Applications

[Pending] Application - MC_HoRiZoNTaL

Sun, 24 Nov 2019 23:16:59 +0000

In Game Name (IGN): MC_HoRiZoNTaL

How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) just browsing

About You: i'm just a guy working part time and likes to play Minecraft

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Erhardt Werner

Age: 26

Gender: male

Appearance: a sturdy built man

Personality: caring

Backstory: he was a normal person whom father was a guard. at a young age of 6 he was taught how to use a sword and ever since was training but then his father was killed in the war and his mother and sister were killed by thieves. so when he was alone and nothing to do he ran to the forbidden lands starting his life there

Capabilities:

Swordsmen - skilled

Items: he always carries his fathers old iron sword for memories of his past life

Additional Comments:

[Pending] Application - Yamushu

Sat, 28 Sep 2019 22:15:46 +0000

In Game Name (IGN):

Yamushu

How did you find us?

I was looking for a whitelisted roleplay Minecraft server, and a Reddit forum pointed me in the right direction.

About You:

Hello there! I’m Yam/Yamu, a thirteen female year old who has been roleplaying since I was about eleven. I’m a prolific drawer and roleplay often on a site called Quotev, and have made many fantasy-based characters.

Name:
Xylen Viperis

Age:
Twenty-nine.

Gender:
Male.

Appearance:

Long, overgrown black hair that’s tied into a ponytail. Right eye green, left eye brown. Pale skin. Well muscled, rounded features, shark-like smile.

Personality:

The one annoying thing that gets people to stray away from Xylen is he’s defiant. He won’t listen to anything you say, and he certainly won’t follow orders. He loathes authoritative figures with a burning passion, and even more so having to do something that won’t benefit him. His stubbornness can be his downfall, which often leads to him doing things in a way more difficult manner than they could’ve been done. This defiance sparked in childhood, and will continue to prevail. It makes it hard for Xylen to keep jobs due to this tendency.
Even if he has done some bad things in the past, he’s trying to redeem himself. The male will not hesitate to jump in to attempt to assist someone in need, or run headfirst into a battle with a dusk feind wearing only a heroic pair of pajama pants wielding a kitchen knife. While if he did do this, the chances would be that he would die, but it still stands to show how reckless he is. Xylen prefers the adrenaline rush he gets from teasing the Grim Reaper, and when he’s not in the best of moods, will often do something dangerous to “cheer up.”
Despite his best efforts to be friendly, he still unintentionally scares people away. His cold stare makes him practically unapproachable. Not to mention, he distrusts those who come up to him first. He grew up on the streets, and when someone talked to you there… they usually wanted something. Old habits die hard.

Backstory:

Xylen grew up in the Naja Empire, a vast country full of crime and poverty. He wasn’t just any serf boy on the streets, however, he was one of King Aethul’s many illegitimate children. His father, Aethul, has a tendency to screw any woman without care for his marriage with Queen Lana the III. It isn’t a rare sight to see disowned descendants on the streets, nor are they hard to spot. The telltale black hair and the heterochromic green and brown eyes practically scream, “royal blood!”
Despite the dangers of the streets, his father simply threw Xylen’s mother, Cecilia, who-- unbeknownst to him, is bearing another bastard-- back on the streets. Back to the slums, to be exact. Xylen resents his dad for doing such a thing. He could have lived in luxury, but instead he was never given the chance. At six, he learnt of this fact, and that caused a fury to build inside of him. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stand any authoritative figures. He snapped against teachers, fought against Cecilia’s countless boyfriends, revolted when anyone gave him an order. Stubbornness made him refuse to do anything. Unless, of course, it benefited him.
While Xylen was being a fussy brat, Cecilia had to work to support herself. Her voluptuous build had not been ruined by her pregnancy, which made brothels the perfect place to work. She had to do what she could to support her and Xylen.
She never once thought of the effect it had on the little boy over years and years. He made note of every bruise that appeared on her once perfect skin, every cut, every scratch. Despair seemed to follow her everywhere, and Xylen’s anger started to fester. He searched for a scapegoat, and he started to blame his manwhore of a father for letting them live like this. For dropping responsibility and pretending like this whole kingdom wasn’t falling apart and instead relishing in exotic food, lavish armchairs, and countless partners for pleasure. While he was growing up, he made sure to try to stay on the right path, vowing to never end up a spoiled rich scandal like his father.
When revolutions spread like a virus through each major kingdom and empire, Xylen was practically oblivious. He was only three when the first wars broke out, and while people were shedding blood for the first half of the war, Xylen was learning his ABC’s and basic social skills. Only when he was an adolescent did he realize what was truly going on, (around 13, 14) and despite his urgency to go fight against his father's rule, he couldn’t.
As his mother was pregnant.
With his mother unable to work, Xylen had to resort to desperate measures to keep both of them alive and well. He had to turn to theivery, as most others did. Jobs were scarce, and the war simply raised prices for most foods. Living was tough even before the war, and now? It was even harsher.
Even though Xylen had no experience thieving, he has the blood of the Viperis family in his veins. A royal bloodline, yes, but a bloodline who took the throne adroitly. His ancestors manipulated, they backstabbed, they stole and blackmailed. All for that spot on the throne. He was sly by nature, and stealing from vendors couldn’t be too difficult.
He swiped up anything he could get his hands on. Food, jewelry, weapons. Anything was fair game. Some might call him talented, others would call him a hooligan. He spent months doing this, successes outweighing the failure. Xylen started to grow arrogant.
And that arrogance made him stupid.
One day, a group of merchants moved into town. They carried wonderful goods, from shiny jewels, watches, to dried meats and fruits. The group of three looked harmless, two lanky looking males and one female. They couldn’t run as fast as him, Xylen thought. So, he attempted to steal their exotic goods.
That was one of the worst mistakes of his life.
The merchants were actually apart of T.W.O, an organized crime group, who killed, raped and stole whenever they saw fit. It was a group of psychopaths. And Xylen, at fifteen years old, tried to steal from them.
He was caught with ease. He should’ve been killed right then and there, but for once, his genetics did something good for him. T.W.O thought they had really got something, a heir! A prince! They’d earn a lot of ransom, they thought. But, Xylen wasn’t worth anything. His father could care less about him.
So, Xylen spun his web of lies.
How he was an escaped prince, who was looking to join an organization that could train him to become stronger. So he can kill his father. In exchange, he promised T.W.O control over the kingdom. It was the only way fifteen year old Xylen thought he could survive.
That was the second biggest mistake he made in the span of five minutes.

He didn’t know what joining them entailed. The World’s Ours training system was harsh, and truly survival of the fittest. Trainees were pitted up against eachother, told to torn out eachothers throat while spectators laughed with glee. That’s how he learnt to fight. Not in fair matches, but in matches where it was life or death.
Xylen just adapted. He swallowed it and adapted, desperately clinging onto his empathy as he fought with countless others in an act of self preservation. In a way, this was his karma. After all, he was just as greedy as he father by stealing, and that fact still disgusts him. When his lies started to run out, Xylen knew he had to escape. He had become one of their “champions,” and soon he’d be sent in missions. Killing people who were trying to kill you was one thing, but killing innocents?
He knew he had to escape.
So, Xylen fled. He got on a voyage to the Forbidden Lands, leaving behind the mainland and praying that his past won’t follow him.

Capabilities:

STEALTH - Basic
While he only spent eight or so months stealing from the streets, the practical mafia he got kidnapped into forced him to further develop those skills. For a couple years, he was expected to be able to break locks and steal effeciently. Plus, did you think he spent those 16 years in that organization sitting in his room all day? He eavesdropped whenever he could, which further advanced his stealth.

COMBAT - Proficient
He’s better with melee than he is ranged. He prefers knives, and his fighting style is rather dirty. He’ll do what he can to win the fight if he thinks his life is in danger. After all, that’s how it worked down in those terrible arenas for all of those years. It was win, or die.

Items:

A few gold coins, various jewelry for trading, (silver bracelets, rings, and a few necklaces) and an extra pair of clothes.

[Pending] Character Submission

Fri, 10 May 2019 02:27:32 +0000

In Game Name: JBolt97

How did you find us? I have been searching for role play/lore minecraft servers that were in depth and seemed interesting. So I read up on your lore and color me intrigued.

About You: I am currently working a part time job, as well as live streaming on twitch part time. My passion is to make streaming/making videos a full time job. I also have a soft spot for the medieval age and the fantasy area.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Jordan Drake

Age: 21

Gender: Male

APPEARANCE: He has beady brown eyes that are like two drops of chocolate. His Silky, brown hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a flame. He is on the shorter side of the scale (5'6) and he has a muscular yet skinny body. His skin is light-colored. He has high cheekbones, small ears and a rounded jaw. Most of the time, he wears a slight grin on his face. He wears a (Blue) sleeveless shirt and a ripped pair of jeans, as well as black and white sneakers. He has a tattoo on his forearm with his family's name "Drake" with a flower wrapped around it.

PERSONALITY: Jordan Drake is a friendly and faithful dude, but sometimes when pushed too far, can be outright mean. He sometimes finds himself wanting to be away from others for a certain amount of time so he can have his own personal space, where he meditates or works out. He likes to avoid any conflict due to his anxiety and just overall nervousness of the unknown.

BACKSTORY: Jordan Drake was born to the thieves Amy and Jarrod Drake. Jordan was taught from a small age that if you wanted something, you take it. His father "mentored" him to be an even better thieve that himself. By the time Jordan was 16, he had been contemplating whether or not he wanted to continue down this road. He confronted his father about this decision, but he wasn't having it. Jordan was given two options. Leave and have nothing or continue in his fathers footsteps. He made his mind to leave his family and their legacy because he didn't agree with how they dealt with things. Jordan took the essentials that he needed to survive and snuck out of his house while his parents were sleeping. He would move village to village doing odds and end jobs, ranging from farming to cleaning weapons for a local blacksmith. At age 18, he had met a girl named Ginny Taylor. Luckily, the Taylor's had brought Jordan in, and helped him get back on his feet. Jordan had made up a completely false backstory and last name, due to the meaning of drake "Serpent" He then later married Ginny 2 years later, but insisted that he kept his last name to prove that not all drakes are evil and thieves. Ginny and Jordan set off to find a place to call home. They had found a place at the village of Lindow in the forbidden lands.

CAPABILITIES:

STEALTH: Advanced

Being mentored by his father until the age of 16, Jordan has learned the art of sneaking, lock picking and stealing. Even though he knows these things, he tends to not want to do them.

SURVIVAL: Apprentice

With leaving his home at 16, he has been by himself until he was 18, so he knows a few things about surviving the wilderness.

TAILORING: Novice

Jordan may not know a lot about tailoring clothes or items, but he knows very well how to stitch up wounds.

COMBAT: Competent

Even though he is advance in the art of thievery, he has also honed his combat skills in case of if things have turned sour.

ITEMS: Jordan normally carries a small pouch of sewing needles and thread for wounds/patching up. He has a small draw string bag with extra pairs of clothes for changing. He also carries a small dagger that he stole from his father before he left home.

[Pending] TJBigGay's Applicattion

Mon, 07 Jan 2019 01:17:14 +0000

In Game Name (IGN):
TJBigGay
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…)
Referred by Lexicomane!
About You:
Hi, my name is TJ, and I live in the American South. My interests include art and roleplaying, along with writing lore. I've been roleplaying for three years officially, 5 years in total. I like music and singing.

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name:
Andromeda Evangeline
Age:
Twenty
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Andromeda may appear soft and sweet in her pretty dresses, but there is hard muscle underneath her dresses and the hard brand of a criminal. Her hair is long and reaches her hips, and is a soft brown in color. She has beautiful blue eyes within a youthful face that appears happy, although there's grit in her eyes that only comes from the experience of hardship. She has a long scar on her stomach from being slashed open with a knife.
Personality:
Andromeda is completely driven by self-interest. She often pretends to be kind and gentle, but in reality, she is simply a femme fatale and enjoys the suffering of others. Seductive and flirtatious, Andromeda flirts or seduces her way into whatever she wants, and usually gets away with it, as she creates a soft, doe-eyed demeanor that can easily win hearts.
Backstory:
Born as a lowly kitchen maid's daughter, she's had to work every day she's been alive. She had a hard and strained relationship with her mother, and her father, the chef, was never around. Lonely and struggling, She had to steal to get the things she desired most in life. Fancy clothes, Jewelry, sometimes even food, although she didn't choose to be a thief for very long after she was caught and branded one day. She simply moved on to another kingdom in the mainlands, wishing for a better life for herself.

She succeeded in this by winning the heart of the kingdom's king, who was indeed still married to a ruthless and cold queen. Determined to make her life better, she said all the things she needed to say to win his favor. Unwilling to leave his wife even after she knew, Their relationship was held as a royal secret. She was treated as a rich and prosperous concubine, and this made her happy. The queen grew jealous and had her imprisoned, which she manipulated and fought her way out of, despite being injured by a guard's blade.

She left and made her way to somewhere new, ambition alight in her eyes. She was going to make things better for herself.
Though throughout this experience, Andromeda isn't a villain per se, she is only just trying to make things better for herself.

Capabilities:
Cooking - Competant
This is something she has been doing all her life.

Weaving - Competant
She took up weaving at age ten and has been doing it for ten years.

Deception - Competant
This is a skill she uses often.

Items:
A ruby necklace (A gift from her past lover)
A sheathed dagger
Additional Comments:
Discord : Todd #1681

[Pending] SlenderGirl808's Whitelist Application.

Fri, 09 Nov 2018 23:23:00 +0000

In Game Name (IGN): SlenderGirl808

How did you find us? : Minecraft forums.
About You: Where to start..Well, my name's Emma but people often call me Slendy online. I've been roleplaying for three years now, mostly medieval fantasy types of communities and I've also been looking for one I can stick with and create lasting memories and stories through my character.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Hannah Cainhurst.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: A petite woman of athletic form and a few womanly curves to go along with it, giving her a lean and eye-catching figure, were she not usually dressed in unflattering traveling clothes. From a heart shaped face surrounded by a thick mane of blonde curls, two teal eyes to observe the world with.

Personality: Hannah is a sturdy woman, despite because quite morally conflicted and rambunctious in her younger years. She's responsible and reliable despite having a tendency to be stubborn as well as wrathful when considering the safety of her family and friends. However people that get close to her will find that she has more scars than she cares to show, physical or otherwise.

Backstory: [i]In a dimly lit, raggedy orphanage, moonlight shone through one of its many dusty window panes with it’s curtains parted, now spotted with things of frost. A small little bundle of joy with rosy cheeks and eyes of soft green sat on the lap of her elder sister, snorting happily at the sight of her first snow. She was hushed, not to cause a ruckus while the other children slept..
[/i]

A man stood on the cobble, a simple observer on the streets. He knew why he had paused. Tall in stature, he held a small oil lamp in his left. Bundled up so warm, he could hardly peer at the two children in the moonlit pane without some fabric jostling around. The morrow would do, he decided, before continuing about his business on the streets.

The next day and the next after that, the orphanage received a strange visitor. A hardy man, wearing a scholar’s robes, visibly wizened- he made a stop from his errands to look over the children the on first. He asked the pair who he observed in the pane a few questions, before he left. On the second day, they awakened to a carriage- and though it was not quite the stuff fairy tales were made out of, it was more than the two had ever witnessed. Suffice to say, they were overjoyed.

Though he was not considered their father, and rather their master- they were not slaves, and much more like daughters to him, who received his last name for lack thereof. They received a rich education and were his apprentices; and while Hannah’s sister Emily did not have some potential that she did, it did not matter that much in his eyes, as she flourished in other fields of study.

While always the reckless wild child, Emily was always there to care for Hannah when their master could not, when she got hurt, or when her experiments went awry. Because they were four years apart in age, they had many pointless arguments as children (much to their master’s displeasure), but no petty bump in the road could break their bond. When Emily fell ill at the age of fifteen with an odd and deadly plague, there was no spell nor medicine that could fix that damage it caused to her dear sister, nor that could recover her lost memory. In the end, she was put down for the better.

Ten-year old Hannah mourned, but grew as a better person in the end. While packing the responsibilities her late sister once did upon herself along with the ones she always had was not the healthiest thing for young Hannah, and stunted her once rambunctious personality; in a way she grew up thereafter taking her role as an apprentice much more seriously than before.

She left the lonely cottage in the middle of nowhere (practically nowhere), when she was about twenty-one, having nothing left to learn from her master and adoptive father. Hannah learned on the streets how to make profit out of being a traveling Musician, medic and scholar; and yet with no plans for the future, Hannah was hopeful.

The woman with the soft green eyes worked day from night, head to toe; she was no stranger to the grind for every copper to make her name known in the streets. Over the next four years of her life she did so. She made a habit to journal constantly, whether it be ideas on music progression , or on human anatomy (her second favorite study), and her studies and theory in both  have made a dent.

However, on the fourth year as Hannah noticed her memory had began to crumble- she fell ill with a plague very, very similar to Emily’s. When she was visited by her master, he was devastated. She was tossed between many healers and doctors far and few, but none had seen a disease quite like hers.

When her disease rotted her memory so bad that she could not recall a thing the very next morning; her master read to her every journal she owned, every morning. Just in hopes she would begin to retain…

But nothing stuck. After months, Hannah made a decision for herself. Though the disease rendered her weak, unable to perform any sort of music, walk too far a distance- she decided she could still write. Therefore, she could still function.

The fifth year, present day. Hannah knows herself; she knows to fear the night, the moon- when her memories crumble, sapped by her own mind into oblivion. She awakens at dawn, to begin a few hours worth of reading, before she begins every day. Not like herself like the day before, nor the one after- but she has made a name for herself, and will continue to live under her masters’ legacy.

Capabilities: Hannah is able to tend to wounds and manage a lute nowadays. She'll always grip onto what she could once manage. She's found peace and a hobby in cooking and Herbal-ism however she's far from mastering those arts, growing up and failing to remember the concepts and topics of her study now.

Items:  Hannah carries her journals with her everywhere, or at least her two most current ones with her at all times. Usually she's carrying a bottle of brew, something alcoholic probably, along with a small dagger tucked somewhere underneath her clothing.

Additional Comments: Thank you for the opportunity~.

[Trashed] Application - Cinnamonium

Mon, 12 Mar 2018 19:23:27 +0000

In Game Name (IGN):
[Cinnamonium]

How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…)
[Some forum about roleplaying servers]

About You:
[I'm very enthusiastic about roleplaying, but I haven't done it too much. I'd love to learn more.]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name:
[Jonathan Cropstar]

Age:
[38]

Gender:
[Male]

Appearance:
[physically fit, a bit smarter than a regular peasant, 177cm tall, great stamina, tanned,
average eyesight, bass-y voice, has scars on his hands, back, chest and over his left eye.]

Personality:
[Calm, relaxed, humorous, romantic, hardworking]

Backstory:
[Spent his entire childhood and teen-hood under his father's wing, on their family farm.
His mother passed away giving birth to Jonathan.
When Jonathan was a young adult, aged 18, he went hunting with his father for the first time,
and he has hunted ever since, but he hadn't had too much education on the subject, since
his father passed away in the woods when a bear attacked Jonathan's father, and scratched
Jonathan's left eye. Jonathan has ever since been the head of Cropstar Farm.
When Jonathan had been the head of Cropstar Farm, a traveling mercenary passed through his land, asking for shelter.
During his being there, the mercenary taught Jonathan how to wield an axe in combat.]

Capabilities:
[expert farmer, competent hunter, novice axe-wielder]

Items:
[Iron Axe, Farmer's tools and clothing, Bow and Arrows]

Additional Comments:
[]

[Trashed] - Character Application - __J_Nope__

Mon, 04 Dec 2017 23:19:33 +0000

In Game Name (IGN): __J_Nope__

How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…): Found this group from a forum discussing good rp servers.

About You: My name is Eve and I like to roleplay, evidently. I really love the sound of the game's lore. Haven't found anything about if this is even still running and haven't seen posts that aren't from October or older, so I hope i'm not posting for nothing.CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Torianna (Tori) Lucien

Age: Fifteen

Gender: Female

Appearance: With pale blonde hair and fair skin, the one thing that stands out about her is her eyes. Murky green like the swamp, her eyes are the first thing a person would be drawn to when they meet her. She wears a cloak that is of similar coloration to her eyes and usually keeps the hood up.

Personality: Stern but still fun-loving and friendly, Torianna is an aspiring fighter and athlete. She does have a bit of a temper, but usually can control it unless her loved-ones are being threatened or harmed. She was raised to take pain and has often ignored injuries a layman might be concerned about. She is still in training though, so she does have her weaknesses. She isn't the greatest at making recoveries from under the blade yet, but may be soon.

Backstory: Born a year after the civil war ended, Torianna doesn't remember much about it. However, she was walking and almost talking by the time the Dusk Gate opened in 35AV. Her mother died a few weeks afterwards, being caught in a corner of the woods by a Spider Rider. Tori's father was a colonel during the war and commanded her around like a footsoldier. She was sent to train for the army almost as soon as she had learned all her father wanted her to, at the age of seven. She trained at many schools, transferring each time she either picked a fight or her father's job took them elsewhere, but always loving her training. Now, though, at age 15, she was old enough to choose her school for herself, travel alone, and control her temper. She looked at an array of schools before picking out a lovely sounding one in Nightveil. She boarded a cart and rode to the docks, getting on a boat to sail to Nightveil.

Capabilities: Acrobatics (Competent) , Climbing (Competent) , Swordfighting (Apprentice)

Items: A ration of bread, a notebook, and a lightweight sword.

Additional Comments: Cuts on her chest and abdomen from sword training, not like anyone in roleplay would get a chance to know though.

[Trashed] Character Application - Caspar Wilder

Sun, 05 Nov 2017 02:30:57 +0000

In Game Name (IGN):  Penguenos

How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…)  Myself via searching RP servers on google, finally stumbling upon this one

About You:  I see myself as a fairly silly, but again, mature enough in situations that need maturity. I find myself confident when I'm in a crowd, not excited by many things that happen daily, but yet, I try to stay chill and cool down, seeing that's the best action I can cause when I'm with people.CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Caspar Wilder

Age:   Eighteen

Gender: Male

Appearance: Caspar is a 6'5 foot tall teenager with rather a thin body. He carries the changes that puberty has brought to him, such as a quicker and stronger body, a tad bit of middle length black hair. He has deep, brown eyes that usually give off wolf stares at strangers. He usually prefers black clothing, which looks messy on him because of his forgery actions, seeing how he sometimes uses his clothes to clean his newest inventions he made out of whatever he had found. He has a rather goofy smile, with wide shoulders and a balanced body. He sometimes wears his pilot glasses, usually when he's out in cold weather.

Personality: As many people describe him, Caspar is a rather confident person, usually messing around with his humor. He's usually good with lying, so he's not the quite innocent type. He has some dark view aspects of the world, a sadistic POV as he'd describe it himself. He usually looks at strangers from an objective aspect, not throwing them away, even if that means he doesn't trust them a hundred percent. Caspar would rather depend on mathematics and be a rational person, instead of letting his emotions take over.

Backstory: 32 AV. A baby crying could be heard inside of the tent, right after a scream of agony echoed in the distance. One person is holding a baby between a woman's legs, while another person is holding the woman's hand.

"It's a boy!"

The doctor of the village gave the baby to the woman's hands, which she smiled in grief and exhaustion.

"Caspar. your name will be Caspar."

And so was Caspar born. His uncle near his mother, who's holding her hand, smiles as well.

"Don't worry Stella. We'll take good care of him."

There the baby cried. Cried into the new world he was opened to, in a middle ranged village of Mesalia. His big brown eyes looked innocent and young. He looked at his mother with curiosity, grabbing her finger. He looked rather intelligent but wasn't it too early to say this?

"I love you, and I love my baby."

The mother held his uncle's hand tightly, looking at the two loves of her life. One was her new forbidden lover after her husband died, and the other was her hope. Her symbol of innocence. The two parents grabbed the child together. They were filled with happiness. With years of having a forbidden marriage, someone would finally like them. Someone they could call their child, their legacy.

And so has the child has been growing up with his uncle since then. Until the age of twelve, that is. In the workshop his uncle owned, he'd usually play around with tools, making new objects he'd call his "inventions". But working there had really seemed to improve his skill on crafting. But then the stranger came.

"You do not understand madam.. your son. He's special. He's intelligent. He needs to be taught by better teachers!"

"I do not care! He's my child, and you can't take him away from me!"

His mother cried while the soldier stabbed her in the stomach. His uncle screamed with anger after the shock of losing his wife, and attacked the soldier, getting punched in the face to the ground again. Then the soldier took the little boy's hand, strongly dragging him towards the door of the workshop they called their house. Caspar was silently crying, hoping this would end. He didn't want to become a special person. He was happy at the spot he was in before.

"I'm going to teach you."

"Teach me?... How to kill?"

The soldier kept dragging him towards the horse he came to the village by. Then they have traveled for two long days until they finally stopped at a cave. The boy was starving, he was tired, he wanted his mother.

The cave was filled with tents, in which people lived. Some were filled with students his age, noting some stuff in front of a man that looked like a teacher.

"Children like you are taken by us. We will teach you how to use your mind, via mathematics, and improve your crafting."

"What is this place?..."

"This is the cave we call home. Our men stay here."

From that day, Caspar was thrown into a tent with a teacher that taught him about mathematics and numbers for years, as well like he learned how to craft better. At the age of fifteen, he was finally able to forge a weapon for himself. He named it Revenger, with the anger he carried from his past, and attacked the soldier that took him there. Killing him off guard, the other men were happy that another weak one was taken away from them. From that day, the child was also taught how to use his two feet tall steel sword. At the age of eighteen, finally old enough to leave the area. He was sent away with a big ceremony, traveling for days. Finally, he arrives at his old village, which he finds his uncle in. His uncle greets him with happiness, crying in tears to finally see his step-son. Then he tells Caspar about a stranger that people in the village seem obsessed with. Out of curiosity, he goes to speak with the strange man alone, and the man tells him about a strange place called Neighville. Caspar, depending on the legends he had heard about this earlier, he gets interested to see this place by his own eyes, so he makes a deal with the man to take him there. The man takes Caspar on a boat, and brings him to Neighville.

Capabilities:  Crafting and forgery (Advanced)

Sword fighting (Apprentice)

Mathematics (Competent)

Items: Revenger, a two feet tall sword made out of steel with a metal handle. It's the only weapon Caspar has ever had.

A crafting hammer, it was given to him by his uncle when he visited him after he was trained.

A belt that he uses as his tool shed.

Additional Comments: Please excuse my poor English and stupid grammar/spelling mistakes, I've learned English myself at home and I did not speak it as my home language. I really apologize if that backstory wasn't good enough because it was the best I could come up with using such a small words I knew. Thank you for giving attention to this, and have a good day!

[Trashed] Application - Icarus

Sat, 21 Oct 2017 17:30:46 +0000

Attention Please! Before I start, I just wanted to say that I saw the lore of this server and messed around for a bit, and I'm absolutely in love with it. Since I loved it so much, I thought I'd add a note here so people don't get confused. I decided to change the character application format a little bit, and I will gladly change it if that's a problem, and truly sorry if it matters. I will include anything that was needed in the forum again, just in a different type of format. Also, please excuse my grammar and spelling mistakes, I learned English myself home, and live in a country that does not speak English as a mother language. Now, we can start! http://images.clipartpanda.com/divider-clipart-big-blue-divider.svg In game name: Penguenos How did you find out about us?: I was searching through Minecraft Forums, and I stumbled upon this post talking about a whitelisted roleplaying server, so I searched a bit more and got the website, read the lore, and got excited. Now I'm in. About you: I would like to describe myself as a very self-confident and trust-worthy person, not saying to make myself look like a good guy. I really hear that people appreciate my black humor and self-trust because I seem to make everybody around a little more relaxed, which makes the world a tad better for me to know that I'm not completely useless. I would say that I'm not very responsible with stuff that I don't give a toot about, but I do see the potential of a very responsible and mature person in myself if it's needed. If it's not needed, who can say no to jokes? I really love and care about stuff that I'm into, such as my hobbies, my family, and sometimes my friends. I don't see myself as that good of a person though, it just wouldn't be myself if I could erase someone out of this world. I really hate unneeded drama and people who ruin stuff that could be good for others. I'm very into roleplaying, especially if I can create my own character and have played on other servers like this before. And heck, I had to leave this here, I love comedy. http://pa1.narvii.com/6272/146bf17cbcb71b2d247e69650d6dab1ba5ea64a2_hq.gif https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelfansunite/images/9/99/Divider-vict.png/revision/latest?cb=20140727070933 https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171021/6f1cb77709dfd3a2019f10869b36bdb8.png

https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171021/a40a71221efcbfb23eab54ce019e3d6c.png Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Lincoln is a 7'1 foot tall man, with black, straight hair and big blue eyes. His skin is light, and he's slim, not being very buff like many others from his kind. He wears glasses and usually a scarf that was made by his mother and black clothes. He carries a smile of boredom, smirks, and snorts of the wish of pranking people. He usually tries not to show his serious depressed part out, so even if his smile was always there, he'd always carry sorrowing, exhausted blue eyes. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cb/71/78/cb7178253a8088971a8dcb288d89910d--anime-love-hot-anime.jpg Personality: Lincoln would consider life as meaningless, same with war, racism between kingdoms, and such stuff. That's the reason he likes comedy, usually cracking puns and messing around with people, practically seeing life as a joke. He could joke about the most horrific things going on in the present days, and could probably get at least someone to laugh. He's very into maths and would describe his choices as rational, no matter how goofy he is. He's somewhat into swordsmanship and personally uses one in battle. The other interesting ability of Lincoln is to be able to create custom items such as making his custom-designed weapons, maybe a grappling hook in a few weeks, or a crossbow in two months if he can find the ingredients. He's very into the history of Lucins and their aquakinesis, seeing how the flow of water fits Lincoln's life logic. Backstory: Lincoln was born in a street alley, his original mother being a Mesalian that was known as a Lucin in the war of Veld. After years, she was killed just like Lincoln's father when Lincoln was around five by a Xitian, leaving his son alone with step parents. He was later on sent to schools that his step-parents would care to afford until he attacked one of them but was beaten down and thrown out of his house. Scared alone in the streets, he wandered around for three years, learning the ways of outside world and such other skills such as controlling a sword that was left from his mother, which was a Lucin model that was given to him the day he was thrown out. After three years when he was nineteen, he stumbled upon a stranger that took him into a boat and lead him to a town that was known by its curse. . . Capabilities: Lincoln is known to be a slim but sneaky swordsman that was known by his acrobacy, usually into parkour and martial arts. He usually has a better understanding of animals and communicating to those who he met, as well as being able to do good stunts unlike a normal Mesalian could do. He is very good with comedy as well, and ain't laughter the best skill? Items: Lincoln carries a Lucin sword, and a backpack filled with Mesalian currency that he gained from his jobs in the three years. He also carries a basic scientific kit that helps him on his inventions as he's very skilled from what he learned in three years. He could create a rope thrower that would surround his target in around a few days, making him a potential inventor which helps him make his own weapons from the materials he finds.

Additional Comments: Just leaving this out here, this is the best thing I could come up with without anyone negotiating with me. I would be glad to remove or add some stuff to my character, as long as it doesn't destroy who he is. Welp, I hope you enjoyed this character. Have a dopy-puppy-sloppy day. http://www.clker.com/cliparts/f/L/B/A/1/D/hummingbird-with-transparent-background.svg

[Trashed] James Reaver

Sat, 14 Oct 2017 09:20:36 +0000

Code:
[b]In Game Name (IGN):[/b] ignition

[b]How did you find us?[/b] Forums

[b]About You:[/b] [code]

im 23 years old and ive seen my fair share of hardships as it is life is turning around but ya ive had a dark era in my life family died in house fire i became homless at 15 at 18 i got shot in the back and the list goes on still im a freindly caring guy who would give the shirt off my back if it helps someone a ive got 4 years in dark rp exp

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: James Reaver
Age: 37
race:Mesalian
Gender: male
Appearance: Mr. Reaver has platinum blond hair wears glasses and has a scar on his right cheek he has a lean but muscular build to himself and carries himself as a warrior
Personality: is a strong willed fighter who puts his fellow allies before himself, he can be boastful, but only in a friendly jest. He's calm collective and above all a brilliant strategist. And if you get to know him past his rough exterior you'll see he's the best friend you'll ever have however his ego may come off a bit uptight surely not as bad as it was but still there, often making himself apologies. Old habits die hard as they say.
Backstory:Reaver was born into a prestigious Catholic family in the town of nightveil. He grew up in a well off lifestyle due his father and mother being well-known knights. His education was no exception, given going to a well-known private school he was guided into greatness by his stern father who encouraged him to go into sports and would take him on yearly hunting trips to make a man of his young son. However, being wealthy did have its drawbacks, but who could blame him living entitled life. His father wanted to see his son grow up to be a man of honor and someone to look up to a hero of sorts but due to spoiling him at a young age. His mother teaching him in the ways of her and his father family name and the meaning behind it known as the crusaders. Teaching him Biblical verses and combat strategies as well as how to look after those wounded and such. However this didnt last long as he was soon
orphaned as a child at the age of 13 due to his two parents Derick and Eve Reaver died fighting for the Mesalians during Mesalians civil war. He was later sent their swords at the age of 16 he and was assined to be trained by a friend of the two and trained by him to follow in his parents footsteps as a knight. Learning everything he could from the man each day getting better and better Reaver grew close with the man looking to him as a step father of sorts. Eventually he moved out and joined the knights at the age of 18 and put in the same unit like his parents before him. He received his new title as knight at the age of 20 after fighting and showing great leadership during one of many battles in the war which also gave him a scar on his cheek from a enemy blade at first it was hard getting used to it but after a while it was easy to bear. Serving the next 13 years fighting till the end of the war it was during those years that followed he became a seasoned warrior and became a leader of his own unit. when he witnessed the dusk gate open he began prepping for his unit and him to traveled back home it took time but eventually his lord allowed it but only for him. Eventually he traveled to his home town of nightveil so that he may make sure they are protected as his parents did before him
Capabilities: combat-melee (advanced swordsmanship) tradeskill-blacksmithing(average) labor-mining(basic)
items: both his parents steel swords plate armor with his family crest on the chest peice he made with his skill in blacksmithing
Additional Comments: in each hand he carries the blade of his father and mother making him feel as there always with him n[/code]

[Pending] Application- HighOnNoon

Mon, 02 Jan 2017 19:51:47 +0000

[Pending] Application - Rhion

Sun, 11 Dec 2016 22:36:49 +0000

In Game Name (IGN): kidrocker60
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…): Oh gosh. I don't even remember how I found this place. It was a long time ago though. Probably 2010 back when Zark was still a helper, I believe. I was a member of this community for awhile and have come and gone. I am back.
About You: I am no longer the little teenage boy that I once was when I was a member of this community. I've since graduated high school and I work and go to school full-time. I still have some extra time here and there and I figured I would come back to this place to meet my roleplay needs!

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Rhion (Ryan)
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rhion is a small, slender preteen. He wears heavily worn clothes that appear baggy on him. Rhion has fair skin, bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
Personality: Rhion appears to be a sweet little boy. He uses his looks and his docile appearance to his advantage. He'll stuff his pockets with whatever he can find while your back is turned and then smile in your face when you look at him. Unlike most children, Rhion stays to himself unless he's trying to manipulate someone out of their possesions. If Rhion does befriend someone, they will notice aside from all the deceptive actions he pulls on people he runs into everyday, Rhion really has a good heart. Rhion is very loyal to those who offer him assistance.

Backstory: Rhion was born out-of-wedlock by an important figure from his home village. The courtier whom gave birth to Rhion, became very sick when Rhion was a toddler. Eventually, his mother would die when Rhion was four. Rhion would've likely passed to, had it not been for a thief who entered Rhion's home one night, finding the carcass of Rhion's mother and Rhion hiding in a corner of a near-by room. The thief calmed Rhion down, and took him back to his group of thieves.

The thief, a teenager named Sawyer, wasn’t a member of the village that Rhion was from. Sawyer was a part of a traveling group of people, all homeless, who made their money mostly through thieving and the occasional odd job. Sawyer’s group were originally against what would eventually become the adoption of Rhion, but Sawyer convinced them.

Rhion was raised by the pack of thieves, traveling from city to city. Of course, Rhion was closest to Sawyer and believed that he was his brother. Not long after being brought into the group, Rhion was being used by the thieves as a distraction for whatever scam they were trying to pull. Rhion spent the next five years of his live traveling with the thieves, eventually becoming a part of the pack. Sawyer would train Rhion up to be a pretty agile and sly child. Rhion loved it as well. Running from a town’s guards and only narrowly escaping was Rhion’s favorite hobby. Sometimes, Rhion wouldn’t even have done anything wrong other than anger the wrong person.

Rhion had become a part of a family of thieves who seemed and believed that they could never be caught.

Until one fateful day.

Rhion, along with Sawyer and two others from the group, entered a village late at night hoping to make a quick bit of coin. Despite dismay from Sawyer, the group decided to enter the home of a very wealthy member of the village. All seemed to go well. Rhion and the others climbed up the side of the home and into a window. The room they entered was empty and Rhion quietly scavenged through the drawers of the room while the others searched throughout the home. Not long after, Rhion heard a scurry commence in a room nearby. Rhion ran into the hall with full pockets and his world proceeded to drop. At the very end of the hall, the owner of the home was sliding his blade through the stomach of Sawyer. Whilst he did this, the other two from the pack pulled Rhion back into the room. “Run Rhion!” said one as the owner shouted and ran down the hall towards them. Without looking back, Rhion ran to the room he entered and jumped clear out of the second story window onto a roof down below. He then jumped off of that roof and into the surrounding forest of the home.

Scared and alone, Rhion stayed in the woods for the night and made his way out by sunrise. Rhion returned to his campsite, only to find that the group was gone.

Rhion returned to the village, unsure of what to do now that his only family was gone. Rhion spent the next few weeks in the village, until he ran into the owner of the home in the market. Much like his childish game with the guards, Rhion sprinted through the village streets and narrow corners. Led by his fear of getting caught by the man who killed Sawyer and the fact that he had no where to go, Sawyer hid on a random boat in a shipyard. This boat would set sail for the Forbidden Lands that night.

Rhion would survive the travels, but would be very distraught upon arrival for several reasons, such as, not knowing where he is, the death of Sawyer, and having no one but himself.

Capabilities: Climbing/Free running: Competent
Pickpocketing: Competent
Deception/Manipulation: Novice
Items: His clothing, some coins
Additional Comments: it’s great to be back

(Pending) Apllication

Sat, 01 Oct 2016 15:35:24 +0000

In Game Name (IGN):
CatPaw11
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…)
trying to find d&d severs
About You:
I am 14 and love roleplaying i'm a GM for multiple dnd games. I also love playing minecraft so combining the two would be great
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name:
Alisa Moonwater
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Long brown hair , brown eyes , dressed in Elvin clothes , Forest Vibe
Personality:
Shy around people because of her isolation , Loving of nature an hates when it is hurt , sneaky and agile

Backstory:

I was born in the woods with my mom and dad and as i grew older i decided to leave home and explore on my own to study as a druid after about four years i diced to returen to scocity and become social once again
Capabilities:
pick pocketing, climbing (parkour) basic combat with Bow, basic speech
Items:
she carries with her only but a short bow and a staff/walking stick
Additional Comments:

[Pending] Application - CookieMonXD

Sat, 17 Sep 2016 17:06:22 +0000

[Pending] Application

Fri, 09 Sep 2016 01:18:13 +0000

[New] Application - Geekychic5000

In Game Name (IGN):
HoneyBadger500

About You:
I have roleplayed for more than 8 years, mostly on Minecraft, GW, and WoW. I absolutely LOVE roleplay, and have been searching for a server. As for names, I go by Jo.

ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER
Name:
Aaisha Darkkin
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Aaisha is tall and slim, with long limbs. She has silky, light brown, hair that falls to her waist in curls. She has light, blue eyes framed with dark lashes. She wears leather armor, just enough to protect her, with a red cloak
Personality:
Aaisha believes in being merciful and fair. At times, she can be a bit moody and sarcastic. She is headstrong and determined, with a brave heart. Although she doesn't show it very often, she loves to meet new people. Aaisha is very protective and caring to those she lets close.
Backstory:
Aaisha grew up in a small village, barely six houses, with a large family of 5. During her second winter, her father fell due to illness. The man had been a woodcutter. Aaisha would hear tales of his generosity and kindness throughout her childhood life. Aaisha also had three brothers, two of which were twins; Fredrick, George, and Draedyn. All were much older than her, reaching their 17th and 19th winters by the time she was only 6.

When the girl was in her teenage years, her village was destroyed by a bandit raid. Only their mother, Aaisha, and George survived. They traveled and managed to be taken in by a tavern owner and his wife, though it didn't last long. After George and Aaisha's mother died from the very same illness that claimed their father's life, the tavernkeeper took sole rights over the two. George was given the responsibilities of looking after the tavern and serving guests. Aaisha, was not so lucky. She was sold into slavery, and was forced to perform in a brothel for many years, before she finally found the nerve to run away. It was then that the war plagued the world. By the time it was over, Aaisha had learned to defend herself. She had also learned of her brother's death. With nothing else to anchor her to the miserable town, she left to travel.
Capabilities:
Aaisha never learned to read or write, but she prides herself on her ability to swing a sword, shoot a bow, and survive in the wilderness. Aaisha is also handy with charcoal and paper, being able to sketch anything with minimal flaws, seeing as how that was how she passed time in the brothel and tavern.
Items:
Aaisha starts off with a bow, a few arrows, and a flimsy sword.