Drm0Nst3Rofd00M's Va

[Abyssus 487]

What is your Minecraft Account Name?:

 DRM0NST3ROFD00M

 

 

What is your ingame Character Name?:

 

 Guarger Tsouderous

 

What is your Character’s Race?:

 

 High Elf

 

Have you read and familiarized with all server rules and the villain rules?:

 

 I have.

 

Links to any previous villain applications (for reference, these can be from previous characters, or previously denied applications to show how you’ve improved):

 

 N/A

 

What VA are you applying for? (Lesser Evils, Greater Evils [Greater includes Lesser by default, you don't need two applications if you apply for greater first]):

 

 Greater Evils

 

Why is your character the way he/she is?  What has led them to a path requiring a Villain Application?:

 

 My character is the way he is due to a long time of being unable to achieve anything of notable accomplishment, this started when he was helpless to defend his family against a pack of raiders, which pillaged and killed his entire family, since then he has always had the feeling of not being able to "Do" anything. On top of that extensive research into Dark Arts and observance of shady things has corrupted his mind to a point of self fulfillment, Pride, and Lust. As well as various events starting from his best friends death, total isolation from society, torture and various failed relationships have pushed his mind to quite an extent. What has led them to this path of requiring a VA is the knowledge and skill my character would need to acquire to attain certain Dark Arts for the sake of power and to satisfy his thrist for knowledge, which onto my character would at very heavy costs do much to gain knowledge.

 

What are his/her motives?  What do you plan to gain from this?:

 

 My character's motives for doing all this is for the sake of power, and for gaining knowledge so he may have that power. I plan to gain the ablity to continue my character's dark descent into entropy and soothe his further growing cancerous mass of his greed for knowledge.

 

What moral boundaries does your character have, if any?:

 

 Very few, His last remaining boundaries are for his family and lover's themselves. He could neither hurt or kill either without an extreme sense of dread from doing it.

 

What general kind of Villain will you be? (Bandit, Pirate, Raider, Madman, Cultist, Antihero, Destroyer Of Worlds, etc etc…):

 

 I think my character would fit into the category of "Mad Doctor"

 

Open Response - Answer at least two of the open ended scenarios below. Do not powergame, metagame, or do anything else rulebreaking or unrealistic. Each scenario is designed with no particular objective in mind and is open ended deliberately. Assume your character is in each position, regardless of their normal situations:

 

 

-An elderly man with a walking stick(possibly a staff), a middle aged woman in a flowing dress, and a teenage boy with a sword hanging on his belt are walking down the road, with no others in sight that you can tell...

 

 

-You are about to head out of your house when someone starts pounding on your door frantically.  You open the door to see a human woman, dress half torn, a gash across her cheek bleeding, fear in her eyes as she begs you for help. Someone has just attacked her and her sister, killing the sister, and the girl barely getting away and losing him...

 

 

-Sitting in a bakery, you hear two men talking in hushed voices upstairs. Sneaking up the stairs, you see a figure robed in black and a Guard. The robed figure is revealing plans to the Guard about an upcoming rebellion.  You can’t tell if the robed man is betraying the rebels, or if it is the Guard betraying the town...

 

 

-There is a knocking on your door, and when you open it there is an angry-looking man standing there, and a Olog standing behind him, eyeing you coldly.  The man tells you that you owe 1000 minas in taxes to the local Royals, and had best pay up...

 

 "Oh, by all means come inside." Guarger would say softly allowing the man and the Olog to step inside, as they'd both step in and sit down at his table, "Would you two like some alcohol?" As the two would glance towards him the Olog would say cheerily "I wuld liuke Rott." The man slaps the Olog over the head saying loudly "Be quiet! And some alcohol would be fine, just get us the money." Guarger bows lightly stepping downstairs and bring his hands up to the drinking rack. He tugs down one of the bottles of Vodka setting it aside as he uncorks it bring a spare hand forward grabbing a small vial off atop the rack. He sets down the vial uncorking it and bring the lips of the vial over top the bottle's entrance. He gently shifts the vial forward as the liquid pours down into the bottle. He tilts the vial back up setting it aside and corking the bottle. He would step over opposite the drinking rack beneath the stairwell opening tugging open a small chest as he would pull out a piece of rotting meat. He would set it on the table aside the vial wrapping a hand around the vial and pouring the rest of the contents over top the meat. Guarger would grin slightly watching the liquid soak into the meat. He would take the meat and bottle in hand heading upstairs. The man glances over with a huff saying loudly "About time, You better had been getting my money while you were down there."  Guarger sets the bottle in front of the man holding the meat in front of the Olog. the man glances over his expression folding into a frown before relaxing with a "Whatever". The Olog takes the meat greedily munching it down as the man grips his own bottle taking a brief sip. Guarger says softly "I will grab the money, give me a moment." Guarger would shift his heels stepping towards the stairs as he would begin to walk up. The man would say harshly "Hurry up before I decide to take everything, my patience is wearing." Guarger would bring his palm over towards his chest propping it open as he'd reach in tugging free a small bag of Mina, Guarger would slowly shut the chest heading downstairs setting it atop the table infront of the man. The man would turn his eyes brightening as he'd reach a hand over at the bag. Suddenly the man grips his chest  making brief gasps "My inside's are....burning..." Guarger would glance over at the man with a brief smile as the man would turn meeting his gaze suddenly gasping out "Wha..What? Poison! Olog...G-Get him!" The Olog would roar swing his arms as the large beast would make its way around the man heading straight in Guarger's direction. The Olog would smash down its fists breaking part of the table with it. Guarger would shift his direction running beside the stairs. As the table would break away the man would collapse onto the floor the bottle rolling away from him liquid steadily falling out onto the floor. The Olog would swing another fist forward before gripping his chest with a fist. This however does not stop the Olog's onslaught as Guarger would begin ducking and running around, an attempt to avoid the Olog's fury. Suddenly a single fist swings over nailing Guarger right in the stomach, Guarger would smack up against the wall, bashing his head against the wall receiving a mild concussion, Guarger would begin to lose consciousness as his final sight would be the Olog looming over him, before the Olog finally collapsed in front of him, finally overcomed by the poison.

 

-Two Guards are trying to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two Humans. Your friend slays one of the Guards as he approaches, causing the other Guard as well as the Humans to pull out their weapons...  (Lets call Guard - Frank, Human One - Gregory, Human Two - Scott, Friend - Henry)

 

Guarger unsheathes his own sword glancing at his friend and between the other three assailants. Guarger glances towards the exit as he lurches forward swinging his sword in a slash in the general assailants direction. Henry follows close beside swinging his sword downwards towards Scott's head. Scott swings his sword up blocking the blow as Guarger's slash is blocked swiftly by Frank's sudden swing. As Frank begins pushing forward going to literally tackle his sword against Guarger. Guarger quickly ducks bring his free hand forward gripping Frank's leg. Guarger tugs back flipping Frank over onto the floor. Meanwhile Gregory sends a swing towards Henry's side. Distracted by his own continuous blocking. Guarger quickly stands up sending a steady kick towards Gregory's side. Gregory distracted by his own swinging falls to the side against a table. Frank begins to steady himself using his sword to make himself stand up straight again. Guarger swings his sword forward going to cut across Scott's back as Scott and Henry appear locked in swordplay. Scott's back is sliced across as he collapses in pain. Frank sends a slice forward towards Guarger's arm as his arm is sliced deeply and Guarger growls in pain. Henry sends his sword down towards Scott's neck in his moment of agony. Quickly a flash of red fills the air as his neck is sliced across by Henry's blade. Guarger sends a fist forward going to punch Frank in the eye as he'd reel his sword up for another strike. Frank is punched in the eye bring a hand up cursing in pain. Gregory begins to steady himself standing back up slowly. Guarger turns running for the door as Henry takes the hint following after him, They run out of the Inn and off into the night.