Planet Minecraft

NOT A SERVER RP! ASK FOR AN IP AND I WILL TEAR YOU APART AND THROW THE PEICES INTO TARTARUS!

Storyline: Long ago, on the planet of Troje, there was one giant continent, called Algaroth. The nation was once at peace, but an assassination attempt on the emperor plunged it into turmoil. One side, the emperor and his army, sought vengeance against the attempted killing, and started hunting down all who did not follow him. A band of rebels hid out from the armies, plotting a rebellion. Now, the entire planet is on the verge of all-out war, and it is up to you to decide the fate of the planet.

Races:
Human (makes up most of the empire)
Orc (loyal to the rebellion)
Dwarven(most are neutral, though some choose sides)
Elves (forced to fight by the empire)
Dragon (Application must be amazing,this race serves no side)

If someone could make a website for this RP, please PM me.

Rules
1. No meta-gaming
2. No god-modding
3. If you go OOC, use (( ))
4. You have 3 chances to apply.

Application:

Name:
Alignment (Empire or Rebellion):
Race:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Dialogue:
Anything else:

Acceptors:
mrpipster100
Ginkurama
mrjraw4207

Name: Roark WInchester

Race: Dwarf

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Backstory: Roark grew up with the rest of his dwarf clan, in the caves, way to the east. His mother and father both ttrained him in the ways of the war hammer, and he was quite efficient in the art. After a while of working in the mines, killing bandits, and hunting, Roark decided he wanted to travel out into the world, and his clan agreed. So he traveled out, knowing of the war, but not giving one bit.

Dialogue: Roark sat in a tavern, a mug of ale in his hands. ''How 'bout ya' get me another pint of ale, ya' lassy?'' he screamed towards the bartender, drowning the mug of ale in one twitch. Standing up, the dwarf took the mug the bartender offered him and left the local tavern, his braided hair swinging with each step.

Anything else: Nothing much.

Name: Ashrungav
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: I have black spiked hair and I usually wear my white armor rimmed with gold.
Backstory: I was born in the empire as my parents got the first look at me they new i would be an exceptionable warrior. As i grew up i learned how to handle a sword and shield. And at the age of 15 i had my armor crafted on the highest mountains with materials made from gold and silver. At the age of 16 my father died and after he passed away i was given his cape and sword. And today I am fighting for the glory of the empire.
Dialogue: English and a little bit of Elvish.
Anything else: Nope not really.

Name: Mazafthen
Race: Dragon
Age: 4,983
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Backstory: Mazafthen, third grandson of Algaroth. Upon the death of Algaroth, The Grand Dragon, he gave his blessings to his descendants, and with his final words he pronounced Mazafthen leader of his siblings and elders. For this he was shunned from his family and put down. He was expelled from his family region and was forced to live in exile. He fended for himself and developed all his skills through survival, as other dragons sought to kill "Algaroth jr." Mazafthen was born a brown dragon, but the blood of other dragons and those who have opposed him have stained his scales a blood red color. Although he loved his family, he still hated them for what they had did to him. In an act of desperation to cope with the fact that he couldn't trust anybody, he assumed a human form and went to Derlom. Derlom is a thieves haven right on the outskirts of the kingdom of Alaroth. Mazafthen hired a band of assassins and dragon hunters to kill his family. He followed them to make sure the deed was done, and although the hired group managed to kill his brother Farengerth and his mother Azrid, his father make quick work of whatever was left of the assassins. Upon seeing his father in a rage, Mazafthen too reached a dark level of anger in which he killed his father, the remainder of the group he had hired, and nearly leveled the mountain. When Mazafthen woke up from his blackout of rage, he looked around him and saw all of his dead family and the blood of them all over him, from that day he swore off the use of his strength to harm others and retreated to the highest point he could find. For the past 3,000 years he has meditated and watched the world evolve and tear itself apart. He refuses to take side in such a war and knows the outcome already. Everybody dies, he see no point in more bloodshed and since humans cannot see past the current day, Mazafthen has made his decision to stay up in his mountain.
Dialogue: "...And what after that?", "Why are humans always so angry, do they not see that they only hurt themselves." (Tongue of Dragon,Elvish,Dwemer,Mundane, Orcish)
Anything else: Acceptor maybe?

Name: Roark WInchester

Race: Dwarf

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Backstory: Roark grew up with the rest of his dwarf clan, in the caves, way to the east. His mother and father both ttrained him in the ways of the war hammer, and he was quite efficient in the art. After a while of working in the mines, killing bandits, and hunting, Roark decided he wanted to travel out into the world, and his clan agreed. So he traveled out, knowing of the war, but not giving one bit.

Dialogue: Roark sat in a tavern, a mug of ale in his hands. ''How 'bout ya' get me another pint of ale, ya' lassy?'' he screamed towards the bartender, drowning the mug of ale in one twitch. Standing up, the dwarf took the mug the bartender offered him and left the local tavern, his braided hair swinging with each step.

Anything else: Nothing much.

Accepted, you can be an acceptor.

@mrjraw4207 accepted, you can be an acceptor too.

Name: Ashrungav
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: I have black spiked hair and I usually wear my white armor rimmed with gold.
Backstory: I was born in the empire as my parents got the first look at me they new i would be an exceptionable warrior. As i grew up i learned how to handle a sword and shield. And at the age of 15 i had my armor crafted on the highest mountains with materials made from gold and silver. At the age of 16 my father died and after he passed away i was given his cape and sword. And today I am fighting for the glory of the empire.
Dialogue: English and a little bit of Elvish.
Anything else: Nope not really.

It would be nice if you can find a picture of what your trying to look like

Name: Ashrungav
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: I have black spiked hair and I usually wear my white armor rimmed with gold.
Backstory: I was born in the empire as my parents got the first look at me they new i would be an exceptionable warrior. As i grew up i learned how to handle a sword and shield. And at the age of 15 i had my armor crafted on the highest mountains with materials made from gold and silver. At the age of 16 my father died and after he passed away i was given his cape and sword. And today I am fighting for the glory of the empire.
Dialogue: English and a little bit of Elvish.
Anything else: Nope not really.

Meh, denied.

*BUMP*

[Animatrix]

Hold on, app coming soon. Looks like your average Fantasy RP, but the chance of RPing as a Dragon is too tempting to ignore ^^

Hold on, app coming soon. Looks like your average Fantasy RP, but the chance of RPing as a Dragon is too tempting to ignore ^^

Name: Gobzod (most orcs don't have last names)
Alignment: Rebellion
Race: Orc
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler

Backstory: -snip-
Dialogue: Gobzod lumbered through the cavern, carelessly knocking over a barrel. "What ye' be doing, you lazy excuse for an Orc!", he bellowed at a guard, who had fallen asleep. Frustrated, he trotted off down into a mine, where he would hopefully find more coal.
Anything else: Try stealing the backstory now!