[✔] [Accepted] [Pending] Application

[circusBoi 0]

Minecraft name: circusboys

How old are you: 15

Are you aware this server is pg13: Yes I am aware

Have you applied for this server before: No

Have you read and agreed to the rules: Yes

What is the rule you agree to the most: None all rules should be followed equally as much and I agree to all the rules

Are there any rules you are confused with: No

How did you find out about lord of the craft: I love medieval servers and roleplaying and I found LotC at the top of my search so I clicked it and really liked what I saw

What is roleplaying: Portraying the role of a character for a specific scene or environment and applying that characters traits to the way you behave in the game

What is metagaming: For example, saying hey circusboys even if you had never met me, using irl infomation in the game to alter the experience

What is powergaming: *stabs the Prince of Narnia while back is turned* for example. Saying that your character has done something that gives you an unfair advantage or does not give the opposing a chance to react

Characters name: Buldur Cragnok II

Characters age: 41

Characters gender: Male

Characters race: Dwarf

Biography: Like many dwarves, I was born into the world by an unknown means. Surprisingly, I was a miner in Kal'Ithrun. I was raised by the Cragnok family. I had a Father and 3 brothers. The Eldest, was Durnak, he was 23 years my senior, and went on frequent business trips to towns like Kralta and Leanniel, selling armour and weapons. My other 2 brothers, Ougnat and Glugnat, were twins, strangely enough. They were popular comedians among the royals, as they were historians and could tell jokes only someone who had read many books would understand. And then there was me, Buldur Cragnok II. My father named me after him because he thought I would be strong and brave like him. He was sorely mistaken however, for one day, at just the ripe old age of fifteen, the dwarves in the mining party I was in broke through into a cavern. The walls were lined with silver and gold, we had hit the jackpot. The thing is, the ore wasnt in veins, but was in shapes, and then it started moving and falling from the roof and we noticed where we had gone wrong. It was a spider lair. Armour and weapons and bones were falling from vast spider webs as a million 8 legged creatures scurried toward the light in the wall. I yelled to get out as loud as i could and we ran. Only a few of us got back to the city alive and we could hear the horde close behind. As dwarves raced by, I cowardly fled into the night. Id had a fear of spiders my entire life. I ran and ran along the cobblestone road until i grew faint and so I rested against a tree to get my breath back. I wake up too an orcish blade point nudging my nose. The troupe of Orcs take me to their capital city, Gronkkston in the land of Anthos. I am put into slave trade and work many years. One hot day, an elven party enters the city with bountiful amounts of gold jewellery and swords. As they leave later that day, I sneak over to the cart and pull up the tarp. Perfect, enough room for a dwarf to lay snugly. I wake yet again to a blade in my face, but this time, it is woodelven. The Elder ponders over what to do with me when a man steps out from the crowdngathered in the hollow. A wealthy elven architect takes me in and teaches me how to build and math and angles. By the time I am 40, I have payed myself off and am set free, where I follow a dwarven troupe, which goes to a new dwarven city i havnt heard of. I reach Kal'Agnar on my 41st birthday. My true story begins now

Personality traits: Cheerful at times, but stern and commited when need be. Has a keen sense for a good build. Was raised by Wood Elves, so has a more civilised tongue.

Ambitions: To become a grand architect for a well known figure in the land.

Strengths/talents: Architecture, Mining and Logging

Weaknesses/inabilities: Swimming, running fast, admitting when a fellow dwarven kin has a better face of hair then I, spiders

Appearance: 4ft9, muscular arms from many years of lifting and wood cutting. Blonde hair and beard( made to keep short while in elven company)

. Darker then average skin from being subject to the outdoors so frequently during development.

http://minecraft.novaskin.me/skin/5600311138844672/Dwarf-blacksmith-with-hamer

[Overland 349]

  Your application has been put on pending, please make the needed changes within 24 hours to be accepted. Please private message me once you have done so.

• Your meta-gaming definition is incorrect, please expand upon it.
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• Your biography contains little server lore. The wiki http://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/ contains all the information you need, such as town names.
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• This guide explains how to get your skin screenshot, it is required to be accepted.
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• A few last things:
  • Why was your character put into the slave trade? Elves don't participate in it.
  • It's also cliche to have Undead in a manner similar to the way you have mentioned.
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  • Kal'Azgoth and the Anthos Highway are not in Athera.
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Feel free to private message me with any questions or concerns you have regarding your application or the server.

 

Your application has been accepted, please wait for a Global Moderator to whitelist you. I will note that being enslaved by Orcs is still rather cliche - but I do not believe it affects your character too much (eg. He doesn't want to kill them all.)

[Overland 349]

Moved to Accepted Forum

[Cappy 1599]

Player Whitelisted