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[Dracian88 1]

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Dracian88

How old are you?: 18 Years Old

Are you aware the server is PG-13? : Indeed I am.

Have you applied to this server before?: Nope. First time!

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: 1. Global Rules, 6th bullet "Intentionally causing trouble or being consistently toxic" I find some servers constantly having people who are just unpleasant to be around because they're like this.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: No Sir! I've looked at the rules for two days straight before attempting to write this application!

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Google! After a server I used to play went from a RP server to a PvP server I had to find a new server to play on!

Definitions

What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying (RPing) is the action of playing a role! It's more than just playing a role, but rather putting yourself into the skin of a character you create. Many examples include RPGs, MMOs, Tabletops, GURPs, Reenactments, or LARPing. I actively do almost all of these.

What is metagaming?: -It's Stupid- It is the diabolic act of using outside information to ruin other people's fun and immersion.

What is powergaming?: The infamous "Mary Sue", "Gary Stu", and "Superman" term! This is when people make their character impossibly powerful and too perfect!

In-Character Information

Character’s name: Midas Hienrick

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human, Heartlander

Character’s age: Twenty Years (20)

Biography

Midas was raised in a middle-wealth home located in Vanderfell. His father was recognized to be very involved in the affairs of other people, often coming home bruised and beaten. His mother was a fair woman of middle age, her body and mind as strong as a rock. She often went out to the pub to drink with his father, and coming home with a different man every night. For the most part, Midas was ignored. He stayed often in his room looking at the pictures in journals of his mother's "Voyage" days. He learned much about different plants, often sneaking out through his window, running barefoot all over the wilderness to gather these plants. One afternoon, while exploring, he came upon what he recognized as a bush of red roses. Midas picked these flowers and brought them home for his mother. Upon receiving these flowers in a drunken stupor, his mother placed a large bunch of them in a clay vase near the window.

Everyday, Midas went to that bush for three days bringing his drunken mother those flowers that now decorated the house in hopes of breaking his mother of her drinking.

Upon the fourth day, he caught the smell of smoke from his room. Startled he awoke and opened his door to an intense flame that engulfed his left hand in a torrent of pain. The fire quickly traveled up the side of his arm, burning him severely. He crashed out of his bedroom window, his side swathed in a devil's tongue. Civilians quickly surrounded him to douse the flame and wrapped him in a jacket.

People expected it was the father who set fire to the house in attempt to get back at his abusive and adulterous wife. Neither him nor his mother could be found after the house was left alone to burn to cinders. All that was left was Midas, and ashes.

Midas watched in pain as his home burned to cinders to the earth. He stared absently in disbelief as all his possessions were gone, and both of his parents were no where to be seen. He had became an orphan for all but a short time before being adopted by his father's father.

Later in Midas's life he was taken by an old man, his grandfather, clothed usually in a green robe that wrapped loosely around the elder's body. His name was Alistair, he had told Midas once, and he had these strange tubes that held strange liquids everywhere. Alistair apparently held a special affection for Midas because of the large burn that covered his hand and arm. Everyday, the old man would come home with a cloth sack of various plants and leaves that he would grind into a pulp and mix with several other strange concoctions to make a salve to rub into Midas's burns. It stung sometimes, some times it relieved the pain..with side effects. Midas recalls one time his hand and entire arm sprouting grass! That soon went away and returned into an ugly burn scar. In exchange for doing these experiments, Alistair taught Midas to read and write. Midas learned much from the old man, reading his old books about alchemy and the plants and mixtures he used. Once he turned Sixteen, Alistair began to teach Midas about Alchemy, seeing his interest in the subject.

He taught him of the brewing stands around his home and how they worked, about the various elements: Fire, water, earth, and air. He told them what they had the power to do and the goal of almost every alchemist. Most importantly, his grandfather told him about the rules of equivalent exchange. Everything costed something of equal cost. A thousand lumps of coal for a diamond, a single drop of blood for a small nugget of gold, or tens of thousands of lives for immortality. His grandfather, of course, told him that alchemy didn't exactly work like the examples given. Midas listened to all of this with intensive care.

Two years later, on his Eighteenth birthday, his grandfather passed and left his small homestead and equipment to Midas. For year, Midas struggled to keep his home, barely being able to sell potions to pay the taxes. His business dwindled and his studies began to fail. He couldn't progress his knowledge to make better quality potions to make a profit in these kinds of conditions. In the end, Midas sold all of the brewing stands for all he could and the home his grandfather left to him and began his travels.

Upon his departure, he stopped in front of the charred remains of his childhood home and began to walk the ashes. His foot grazed over a small leather notebook and he bent over and took it in his grasp. The cover was decorated daintedly and charred. He opened it and recognized what was left the drawings instantly...

Midas began to read, "...My father-in-law says that things wi-l be ch---ing soon.....Pre--ant wi-- chi-- soon..old home...lea-ing -- boat..." The book is damaged beyond these pages, save for one page. His mother quotes a poem he heard his grandfather wheeze in his sleep, and recognized from his youngest years. It was labeled 'The Crumbling Tower'. The rest of the pages were left blank or burned after what appeared to be a drunken scribble of a war scene and what appeared to be elves.

Midas is now twenty, traveling the world in search of greater knowledge for his alchemy skills. He writes periodically, journaling his thoughts often in a small burned leather notebook.

Personality Traits: Hardworking, Knowledgeable, and very keen!

Ambitions: To become a better Alchemist to craft a better product to one day buy back his

grandfather's house and settle down.

Strengths/Talents: Exceptionally quick minded, adapt in Alchemy, and can count to large numbers!

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Periodically scatterbrained, disorganized, and a scarred left hand and arm.

Appearance: 5 Feet 10 inches tall, 130 pounds heavy. Brown short swept hair, burned left arm, usually covered in a flesh-colored sleeve of cloth and glove to fake being normal. An off colored eye that never reverted back to it's normal color after one of his grandfather's salve experiments.

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin:

(On a side note, I tried to fit my appearance to my skin because it's the only one that looked halfway decent for a roleplay server without looking exceedingly evil. Also, if you haven't caught it by now, my character's biography is characterized by the 4 elements, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air!)

[Z3r05t4r 855]

 

Pending. Please heed following points and make changes accordingly.

 

1. Asulon and twenty-years old? That does not quite work, sorry lad, Asulon has been many more years ago.

 

2. You should mention server locations and let lore flow into your application a bit. It's a minor requirement, but a requirement.

 

Other than that it looks fine to me. You have twenty-four (24) hours to make changes accordingly, if you are done earlier, feel free to notify me.

 

 

One of the applications I enjoyed to read. Satisfactory to me, welcome to LotC and Athera. A Gm will implement you soon.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

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