Mingpow321

IMPERIAL CITIZENSHIP FORM

Name ((OOC Name)): Caius ((Wingmop321))

Surname/House: Sperling

Date of Birth: 21st of Sun's Smile, 1539

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Citizenship Class (A or B): B

Physical Description

Height: 5'11

Weight: 170 Lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Auburn/Brown

Skin Color/Shade: Fair, although it is often subdued by a layer of dirt from the road.

Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None to speak of.

Personal Information

Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Helvetz Manor

Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Crownlands

Profession/Occupation: Freelance archer and soldier. Currently employed as a huntsman by the Helvetz Estate.

Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): Not applicable.

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Oath(s) of Loyalty

For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):

"I, Caius Sperling, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

((Redacted.))

An official writ bearing the seal of the Lord Justiciar Hadrian Chivay is found upon noticeboards throughout Felsen and the surrounding territories of the Kingdom of Oren.

"Upon the 8th of the First Seed, 1525, by the right and authority of the Lord Justiciar of the Kingdom of Oren let it be openly known that the Holy Ser Alderan Coulthard is now a fugitive of the Crown. The man stands accused of the crimes of slander and disinformation enacted against the Lord Marshal, Duke Augustus d'Amaury, and his family upon the evening of the 2nd of the First Seed, 1525. If the accused does not deliver himself to the Crown's justice within the Saint's Day, then a sum of 500 minas will be rewarded to any good Orenian man who seeks out and apprehends this dangerous criminal so that the Crown might judge him fairly. Despite his grievances against the state, the man remains a Holy Knight of the Black Sepulchre and is to be treated as such.”

His Majesty, Guy de Bar, Duke of Savoy

Lord Justiciar, Hadrian Chivay, Magnate of Kaedrin

A brief writ bearing the seal of the Lord Justiciar is found upon noticeboards throughout Felsen and the surrounding territories of the kingdom.

"Upon the Thirteenth of the Amber Cold, 1524, by the right and authority of the Lord Justiciar of the Kingdom of Oren let it be openly known that the fugitive known by the name of Roland Sparrow is no longer to be hunted by fortune seekers abroad, for the bounty upon his head has been lifted and the charges against his name rendered null and void.

Penned in the name of His Grace Titus de Sola, Lord Justiciar of the Kingdom of Oren."

Hadrian Chivay would rise from his seat, leaning forward upon the surface of the table and nodding to his countrymen. He would remain silent for an extended moment as he contemplated the weight which had been passed on to him.

"Countrymen, today oi take up the mantle o' Kaedrin and recognize tha' the same as ye've advanced my prestige by becoming my vassals, it is now my job as yer liegelord to advance yer own standings within the realm. Together we will build a Kaedrin worthy o' its glorious heritage! Ave, true to Kaedrin."

Been cool to see you grow up, in a sense. Later, Gunnershmood!

or we could just rent out a mount and blade server and solve all of our wars on a real game :^)

OOC
MC Name: Wingmop321
Skype User: --

IC
Name: Hadrian Chivay
Age: 29
Race: Human
Prior Merits and Service: Marshal of Kaedrin, Man of Eshevurd, loyal servant to the Crown and Kaedrin for many years.

Do you agree to submit yourself to the Hierarchy of the Order, and in doing such, serve with loyalty undying to both your superiors and to Owyn himself? I do.

-If LWC becomes a non-donor perk, then I'd say full-scale lockpicking should be re-implemented. Otherwise there won't be a chest in sight that's capable of being stolen from and the 'thief' character will no longer have any place in the game. Personally I'd just leave it as a perk.

-Please fix renaming items so that I can do more than three period, it used to be three every 24 hours or something like that.

-Donor plots should be removed.

-As somebody else suggested, make the vipclaim system a monthly or bi-weekly occurrence versus a one pump dump.

------Application-----

MC name - Mingpow321

IC name - Brendt Chivay
Race - Human
Age - Early forties

Player retention isn't based on what two veteran players say in private between one another, nor even what may be seen being said between two players in a public medium. Player retention is based on the quality of the server, which while looking up is still at a low compared to the days when we had high retention. I don't think I really need to write anything longer than this to make that point.

-Reserved-

((I remember talking to Cece a few times in TS, she seemed like a great girl. You have my condolences and prayers, stay strong Jason.))

he has good family values and i honestly believe he'll be a fantastic addition to the team +1

good family values, would definitely support for staff 10/10 XD +1

I predict darkages will be full for a few days...

 

Nevermind I got banned on it again

I feel your pain.

Will you all just q-wheat it?

^ha look at that omi guy. who is he even?

Edmund Chivay had only recently arrived to the land of Thales after a long journey from Aeldin, the land of the Exodus and the place he had formerly known as home. Now he road to the Emperor's left, a disbelieving smirk playing across his lips as he contemplated the declaration. After taking a moment to collect his thoughts Edmund approached his uncle, the Emperor and took a bow over the edge of his horse.

"Your Imperial Majesty, uncle, I have studied the document that this petty kingdom drafted and I can not help but see all of the flaws in their doctrine. An outstanding issue being that they seem to draw parallels to the former Kingdom of Oren, somehow comparing it to a utopia the likes of which humanity could never possibly achieve. Any learned scholar, and yes even I in my youth, would be quick to point out that this very same Kingdom of Oren was ruled by a dynasty of corrupt and even Undead kings."

Edmund grunts, clearing his throat before he begins to speak once more, "Or perhaps they draw connections to the Phoenix Rebellion, which while successful initially- and only truly due to the backing of the Hansetians- eventually ended in a Kingdom of Renatus which we all can agree floundered. Indeed, it is our own Empire that has led humanity to its greatest heights, under Godfrey, Peter and yourself," he takes a moment to look around at the Emperor's retinue, eyeing each man in attendance carefully.

"With these things in mind, I ask that Your Imperial Majesty would allow me the command of an army to convince these rebels that they inflict damage not only upon themselves, but upon humanity as a whole when they act out in such ways. It would be my honor to be granted such a privilege."

-Edmund Chivay-

Nicknames: Ed
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Alive and kicking.

-Description-

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 211 lbs
Body Type: ​Relatively tall with a brawny/athletic build.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light brown/Auburn
Skin: Fair
Markings/Tattoos: Nothing of significance.
Health: Healthy, youthful

Appearance: Edmund is a relatively handsome man, having inherited the distinct good looks of both his mother and father. He wears his wavy light brown hair cut just above his shoulders with a surprisingly full beard adorning his ruggedly handsome face. When he's not on official business, Ed is most often seen wearing a friendly and self-assured grin.

Personality: Edmund Chivay is a cunning and ambitious young man with a glint of daring in his eyes and a drive to prove himself. He has often been compared to his father, Edward, during his prime prior to the great Exodus. Though, unlike his father, Edmund is not prone to the spite-driven out lashes that Edward was notorious for in his younger years. Much to the contrary it would seem that Edmund's general demeanor is far more akin to the upbeat and gregarious Edward of today, if slightly more reserved.

Inventory: Changes from day to day.

-Life Style-

Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Neutral Good
Deity: The Creator
Religion: One True Faith of Oren
Alliance/Nation/Home: Imperial Oren
Job/Class: Royal
Title(s): Imperial Prince
Profession(s): Aspiring officer of the Exercitus Imperium
Special Skill(s): From a young age Edmund was trained in both the finer points of life in court and the exciting, if sometimes brutal details of war. Under the tutelage of many of Oren's greatest veterans the young lad quickly found his passion in the latter. Now, as a young man, Edmund is a capable warrior and a fledgling tactician, though he has yet to be truly tested in battle.

Flaw(s): Much like his father, Edmund is often found to be prideful to a fault. And though he does not hold the same malice which his father once did, he can be quick to anger especially in the case of a personal slight.

-Weaponry-

Fighting Style: Aggressive, heavy blows. Hopefully wearing his opponent down until they eventually slip up, at which point Edmund would capitalize on the advantage.
Trained Weapon: Bastard sword (one-handed or two-handed grip), lance, dagger, crossbow
Favored Weapon: His custom forged bastard sword.
Archery: Edmund is competent with the crossbow, which is his preferred weapon when hunting.

-Biography-

Parents: Edward & Rose Chivay (neé de Sarkozy)
Siblings: Adrian Chivay, Richard Chivay

Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Extended Family: Members of the Chivay, Horen and Hightower families.
Pet(s): His warhorse, Patriarch.

-History-

WIP

-Artwork-

Yoooou wish!

Albrecht had rolled up to his very own theme song...

Albrecht "Alby" Horen bumps and grinds his way through the night alongside his comrades. Some might notice he is dressed in a new, never before seen fashion which he seems to rock quite well. Others seem to note that he appears to be the epitome of manliness and many ladies seem to simply flock to him throughout the night...

Later on in the night, Alby can be seen reclined in a hammock up in the castle courtyard after the royalty and any of those who truly mattered had fallen back there for the afterparty. He seems to be unaffected by the copious amounts of alcohol he downed over the course of the night and even now continues to sip away at some exotic cocktail...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxlgKifQ56U&feature=kp

Talks of a complete lore reboot have been going around since about halfway through 3.0, at least ones that I was privy to. I personally agree that a change of pace, a new setting would be very interesting. The thing is, the same old groups are going to reform just as something new to fit the setting. Therefore, the same people are going to rise to power, the same folks are going to be at the top of the money list, and Minecraft will still be Minecraft. To be honest, OOC skills and traits run the server. If somebody is good at leadership, they'll easily amass a following and lead them into good RP and prosperity. If a person is good at collecting wealth OOCly, they'll be the rich ones again (Syrio, Chumpchump, etc.). While I don't see this as a problem, it essentially defeats the purpose of a complete lore reset.

The dwarf squealed as a fire seemed to sear through his mid-section, the sharpened stakes at the bottom of the pit trap having impaled him as he reached the bottom of his descent. The shouts of his comrades above echoed in his ears as he looked up at the small square of light, their figures silhouetted against the sun, what two of them there were left after the drop had decimated his war party. It had all happened so quickly, even with his doubts spurred on by the recent string of losses his brothers had sustained, the dwarf had thought they might inflict some casualties.

The dwarf began to shake as he laid in the filth at the bottom of the pit, his vision blurring and fading in and out of red. With no small amount of shaking and coughing, he reached up with his right hand, grasping the large stake that now sprouted from his abdomen. The shouts of his comrades had stopped, cut short by their screams as the swords of the Orenian men fell upon them. He found himself angry, jealous of their easy death as he lay here in agony at the bottom of a muck-covered pit.

"No' much long'r now," the dwarf thought to himself as he heard the sound of men descending a ladder somewhere above his head. And he was right, shortly after the sound stopped he was greeted by the face of a grizzled Imperial Army soldier. The soldier quickly made his way between the dying dwarves and the corpses at the bottom of the pit, delivering quick deathblows to each. The man came to him last... he watched the misericorde as it was quickly slipped beneath the rim of his helmet and into his head, ending him immediately.