[✔] [Accepted] Ourwar's Whitelist Application

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What's your Minecraft Account Name?: OurWar

How old are you?: 15
Have you applied to this server before? Yes I have.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have.
Are you aware the server is PG-13: Yes I am.

Whats the rule you agree with the most?: "It is the responsibility of the player to maintain understand of the existing rules as the StaffTeams  update them."
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don't make sense?: Not at all, I understand every rule stated.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I found out about Lord of the craft on Google.
What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is acting, and speaking as if you are the character you are portraying in game.

What is powergaming?: Powergaming is having an unfair advantage towards players in game to achieve a certain goal.
What is metagaming?: Metagaming is using learned knowledge, or rules from outside of the game and applying them inside of the game.

In-Character Information
Character gender: Male

Characters name: Aphelion Dalvengyr
Character race: Human (HeartLander)

Character's age: 23

Biography:      It was dark where the boy hid, crouched inside his dresser he did what he was told. Thunder crackled in the distance, the consistent sound of rain striking the roof muted out the sounds of iron clashing, and pots falling on the ground. Suddenly a piercing shriek came from outside the boy’s room; the agony could be heard from the almost un-human voice. The cry seemed to last for an eternity until it abruptly stopped; only the dance of rain on the roof could be perceived. Paralyzed with fear the boy tried remembering his name, he recalled his Mother calling him Aphelion; then the room’s door opened with a loud thud with the sound of boots trudging on the wooden floor. Looking through the key hole in the dresser door the boy saw a strange man; the boy could barely see what he looked like due to the man wearing a hood. Pausing for a moment, the strange man looked around curiously; obviously there was nothing in the room he wanted since he walked out. Opening the door anxiously while stepping out into the open, the boy looked at the window; gingerly walking to it with complete silence on each advance. The sound of footsteps echoed outside the room, then came to a halt. Aphelion could hear swords being unsheathed behind him, hastily opening the window and jumping out of the stone house aphelion ran into the woods, melting into the scenery.

 

   Recklessly running through the woods, Aphelion ran until the sun light glimmered through the trees and painted the sky with bright shades of oranges, and yellows; the great walls of Petrus started to formed in front of Aphelion as the trees diminished. Aphelion remembered the stories

his Mother had told him about Petrus, and various stories of when his Father went to trade there. Aphelion knew better than to go to Petrus, the strange man, and whoever else was in Aphelion’s house might come looking for him there. Quickly jogging down the cobble stone path Aphelion found a large village near Petrus; the village was sprawled over a beach with many boats docked at port. Aphelion entered the bustling village as the villagers went to and fro from their ships unloading goods. Aphelion saw a middle aged dark skinned man with a sword in his sheath. Aphelion thought that maybe he would help him since everyone else was busy unloading goods, and doing various other things. Aphelion frantically asked the middle aged man for help, telling him what happened; the man agreed, and followed aphelion back to his home. While they were running through the forest to Aphelion’s house the middle aged man introduced himself, his name was Dalvengyr, a Farfolk that came to that village to make good money, due to it being one of the newest big port villages that is a part of Petrus. When they arrived at the house the flames just started to calm, bits of debris from the house fell on the ground as smoke augmented from the roof. Aphelion tried entering the house but the flames singed him; tears raced down his cheek as Dalvengyr put his hand on the boy’s shoulder acknowledging the boy’s greif. Dalvengyr asked Aphelion to come back to the village with him, and Aphelion accepted as they walked back through the forest.

      By the time Aphelion was fourteen Dalvengyr started to teach him his trade. Dalvengyr was a famous artist, and architect known throughout the village for his masterful oil paintings, and alluring architecture. Dalvengyr had a very minimalistic upbringing, traveling through the kingdom of Oren with his Mother in a caravan selling rare stones, and jewels they would find; barely having any food for themselves to survive. Dalvengyr’s Father had died from a disease he had contracted from getting bitten fighting wolves; Dalvengyr  could relate with Aphelion about losing his parents. By the time Aphelion was sixteen he was already a master artist, and showed to be a talented architect. Dalvengyr then showed Aphelion how to fight with sword and bow like the Farfolk. On Aphelions eighteenth birthday he was a talented swordsmen and marksmen, Dalvengyr would now call Aphelion his son and give Aphelion his last name, Dalvengyr. Aphelion was probably a HeartLander since he was such a quick learner, and had many physical features like a HeartLander, but Dalvengyr wasn’t sure. When Aphelion had turned twenty-one people started leaving the village. The village was commissioned to be built by the cynical king, and bureaucratic high class in Petrus, everything in the village was controlled by the kingdom. The village became a model for all other kingdoms to witness; it was to show wealth and prosperity in Petrus. The trade ships are just for looks to fool any spectators that may look upon the village, the village was unnamed due to it being so new, and was completely dependent on the kingdom’s welfare. One day Petrus removed her maternal nurturing from the village; without any money things started to go downhill. Most of the order-men started to leave their posts, and crime became common, houses and shops started to deteriorate, people started to starve.

  
   Aphelion stands up from the garden where he had been working; dropping his tools he looks into the distance. An all too familiar shriek emits from inside of the house; Aphelion frantically runs inside as he tries to find out what is going on. Dalvengyr lays motionless on the stone floor with a sword in his hand; Aphelion could barely distinguish the body for it has endured a countless form of savage unnatural death. Distraught at what Aphelion was looking at, he unsheathed his short sword; then out of the shadows formed in the light a tall bulky man with a hood. Aphelion remembers this man’s hood from the dresser; he must have been looking for the boy that ran away. Rage seeped into Aphelion’s eyes, and with great force Aphelion had lunged at the intruder, but the intruder parried with his battle axe he pulled out Dalvengyr. The intruder equipped his shield off his back, when spontaneously Aphelion attacked with an onslaught of hacking, and thrusts breaking the intruders shield. The intruder swung his axe at Aphelion’s neck, proving futile for Aphelion had dodged the swing then lunged at the intruder piercing him in his heart. Falling to the ground with a loud thud the intruder remained motionless. Aphelion had killed one of many that were most likely after him; Aphelion left that village and never returned searching for a new home in Athera.

Personality Traits: Adaptable, Smart, Artistic, Capable, Gallant, passionate

Weaknesses/Inabilities: hot headed, wary of assassins, mentally scarred, schizophrenic
Appearance: weight 130 Ibs / Height: 5.7 / Hair length medium / Hair color: Black / Actual skin http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/rogue-from-wow/

Strengths: Archery, Swords, Architecture, Art, Trading

[Liam McLeod- Connor428 75]

Great app! PM me if you have any questions.

[Liam McLeod- Connor428 75]

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