Post by vern on Nov 26, 2016 10:32:49 GMT
Out of Character
Minecraft IGN:
Vern.
Age: 21.
How did you hear about us?:
I was bored, but found the Minecraft Forum's post.
What made you want to join us?:
I enjoy applying to servers and trying them out. Find the perfect fit and all.
What is Roleplaying?:
Using a medium or activity to play out a story or a character(s) as if you are the character.
What is Metagaming?:
Consciously or subconsciously using information to you or another's advantage which your character has no means of knowing.
What is Powergaming?:
Forcing an action upon another or using a playstyle that leaves the opposing party with little to do.
Character Creation
Name:
Seran Anderson.
Age:
28.
Gender:
Female Attack Helicopter.
Origin: Lowen.
Biography: Born in to an average family in Lowen, Seran took an interest in academics. More specifically, she took an interest in archaeology and the research into methods of torture. This lead her to be known around local libraries, book stores, and prisons. While her upbringing was fairly normal, her fascination with the two topics generally dissuaded others from getting to know her. Along her studies, she read over combat training manuals of all sorts. Deciding that physical strength wouldn't benefit her, she paid for one-on-one sabre/curved sword training lessons.
In the waning hours of the night, she laid down for another night of sleep. While drifting through the endless chasm of sleep, she had a dream much more vivid than others she had. She was standing on the pier of small town, the noisome smell of fish assaulting her senses as the loud crashing of waves filled the background. She began walking through the desolate town, peering in through windows thickly covered in a brown dust. She found herself nearing the weather battered inn, salt deposits forming on the connecting ground platform. She pushed the door open, greeted by the stygian reception room. As she made her way through the inn, itself croaking at the winds, a staircase caught her gaze. Illuminated by a pale moonlight, it drew her deep within the bowels of the inn where she was greeting by what looked to be an excavation sight or crater covered from the sight of men. It was as if an entrance to an ancient temple was swallowed whole by the land which it rested, it's ancient cyclopian pillars supporting the inn above it. It was not the temple that caught her attention, but the obelisk which stood at the foreground of the pilalrs. A structure so precise it demanded near godly perfection at the craft. The face of the obelisk was clean, save for an odd symbol which she could not place the origin and it's material seemed to dim what little light that shown upon it. No, it was not the greasy, black stone that caught her attention either, but the singular living creature she had encountered during her dream. A humanoid being lay on it's knees, kneeling before obelisk with it's amorphous arms outstretched to the heavens in a pleading manner. It was just before the early hours of dawn when she found herself awake, panting in a cold sweat.
The morning light could not come sooner as Seran sat at the edge of her bed, thinking about any importance the the dream she had. It seemed to be just a nightmare, a fever dream brought on by too many late hours of literature. Though the idea of this brought her some comfort, it was not long before she began to toil into the night over maps and archaic tomes. Her newfound obsession was further entertained by the news of an island being discovered, quickly becoming a potential lead in her newfound ambition. She began talking to what few people she new, securing herself safe passage on a ship destined toward the vastly unknown island.
She boarded the ship, placing her belongings in her small and unfavorable cabin. Deciding to rest, as the voyage had been projected to last many days, she began to sleep upon the dirty thatched bed. The dream had not revived itself from whatever accursed chasm it so eagerly spewed from, nor would it again for a time in the near future. Though not from any waking nightmares, she was bothered from her sleep by rougher waters than what was near the port. Taking a waterskin provided for her, she frowned at the viscous wood of the hull as she crept to the upper deck. It was there, in the pale green moonlight of the ocean that she gazed out unto the sea with determination for answers as to why, when that praying beast turned it's bulbous head toward her, it's gibbous large eyes where a matching purple to her own.
Your character's physical appearance:
Seran is of fair complexion. Her slightly unkempt, straight brown hair is naught but a second glance from her effulgent purple eyes. She has an observably average frame for a female, though a bit more cushioning to sit on during her long hours of study. She wears a long, leather coat hemmed with a purple-stained leather. The coat, resembling a robe, has various inner pockets, two large pockets on the outermost layer, and a hood that is always left around her neck.
Your character's strengths and weaknesses: She's adept at using a sabre or curved sword, using the momentum for cutting power. As for raw strength, she has no more than one would get from picking up large stacks of books every now and again. Any weakness is the same as a normal human and isn't too fit for combat.
Minecraft IGN:
Vern.
Age: 21.
How did you hear about us?:
I was bored, but found the Minecraft Forum's post.
What made you want to join us?:
I enjoy applying to servers and trying them out. Find the perfect fit and all.
What is Roleplaying?:
Using a medium or activity to play out a story or a character(s) as if you are the character.
What is Metagaming?:
Consciously or subconsciously using information to you or another's advantage which your character has no means of knowing.
What is Powergaming?:
Forcing an action upon another or using a playstyle that leaves the opposing party with little to do.
Character Creation
Name:
Seran Anderson.
Age:
28.
Gender:
Female Attack Helicopter.
Origin: Lowen.
Biography: Born in to an average family in Lowen, Seran took an interest in academics. More specifically, she took an interest in archaeology and the research into methods of torture. This lead her to be known around local libraries, book stores, and prisons. While her upbringing was fairly normal, her fascination with the two topics generally dissuaded others from getting to know her. Along her studies, she read over combat training manuals of all sorts. Deciding that physical strength wouldn't benefit her, she paid for one-on-one sabre/curved sword training lessons.
In the waning hours of the night, she laid down for another night of sleep. While drifting through the endless chasm of sleep, she had a dream much more vivid than others she had. She was standing on the pier of small town, the noisome smell of fish assaulting her senses as the loud crashing of waves filled the background. She began walking through the desolate town, peering in through windows thickly covered in a brown dust. She found herself nearing the weather battered inn, salt deposits forming on the connecting ground platform. She pushed the door open, greeted by the stygian reception room. As she made her way through the inn, itself croaking at the winds, a staircase caught her gaze. Illuminated by a pale moonlight, it drew her deep within the bowels of the inn where she was greeting by what looked to be an excavation sight or crater covered from the sight of men. It was as if an entrance to an ancient temple was swallowed whole by the land which it rested, it's ancient cyclopian pillars supporting the inn above it. It was not the temple that caught her attention, but the obelisk which stood at the foreground of the pilalrs. A structure so precise it demanded near godly perfection at the craft. The face of the obelisk was clean, save for an odd symbol which she could not place the origin and it's material seemed to dim what little light that shown upon it. No, it was not the greasy, black stone that caught her attention either, but the singular living creature she had encountered during her dream. A humanoid being lay on it's knees, kneeling before obelisk with it's amorphous arms outstretched to the heavens in a pleading manner. It was just before the early hours of dawn when she found herself awake, panting in a cold sweat.
The morning light could not come sooner as Seran sat at the edge of her bed, thinking about any importance the the dream she had. It seemed to be just a nightmare, a fever dream brought on by too many late hours of literature. Though the idea of this brought her some comfort, it was not long before she began to toil into the night over maps and archaic tomes. Her newfound obsession was further entertained by the news of an island being discovered, quickly becoming a potential lead in her newfound ambition. She began talking to what few people she new, securing herself safe passage on a ship destined toward the vastly unknown island.
She boarded the ship, placing her belongings in her small and unfavorable cabin. Deciding to rest, as the voyage had been projected to last many days, she began to sleep upon the dirty thatched bed. The dream had not revived itself from whatever accursed chasm it so eagerly spewed from, nor would it again for a time in the near future. Though not from any waking nightmares, she was bothered from her sleep by rougher waters than what was near the port. Taking a waterskin provided for her, she frowned at the viscous wood of the hull as she crept to the upper deck. It was there, in the pale green moonlight of the ocean that she gazed out unto the sea with determination for answers as to why, when that praying beast turned it's bulbous head toward her, it's gibbous large eyes where a matching purple to her own.
Your character's physical appearance:
Seran is of fair complexion. Her slightly unkempt, straight brown hair is naught but a second glance from her effulgent purple eyes. She has an observably average frame for a female, though a bit more cushioning to sit on during her long hours of study. She wears a long, leather coat hemmed with a purple-stained leather. The coat, resembling a robe, has various inner pockets, two large pockets on the outermost layer, and a hood that is always left around her neck.
Your character's strengths and weaknesses: She's adept at using a sabre or curved sword, using the momentum for cutting power. As for raw strength, she has no more than one would get from picking up large stacks of books every now and again. Any weakness is the same as a normal human and isn't too fit for combat.
