[Accepted] Whitelist Application Vrarrdata

[Vrarrdata 205]

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Vrarrdata

 

How old are you?: 17

 

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes I’m aware

 

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Nope.

 

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I’ve read and I agree with the rules.

 

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: All the rules are important, but the most important thing is not to metagame, powergame, or in another way ruin the role-play for people. It’s a role-play server!

 

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): I’m still a bit confused about in-game dying and role-play dying.  I like some thorough explanation, before I lose my character!

 

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I googled: Minecraft Roleplay Server. And this server was #1.

 

Definitions

Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person!

 

What is roleplaying?: You assume the role of you character/persona and you have to act like your character in a setting.

 

What is metagaming?: Using OOC information/knowledge IC, information/knowledge that you know, but your character doesn’t, for your own benefit.

 

What is powergaming?: making your character so “power”ful where nothing would stop them in-game. This is unfair for other players. Or you could force actions on other people. “*[insert name here] cuts off the knight’s head.” Is a BAD thing.

 

In-Character Information

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

 

Character’s name: Amethu Denaseth

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human/Farfolk/ Southerons

Character’s age: 20

Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.):

 

My story? Get a drink “effendi”, it is quite a tale. My family, the Denaseth family, are true Southerons in our blood, however we were no farmers, no we were nomads . We traveled with the Qalashi trade caravans since we landed on Anthos. They have helped us to survive in the scorching sun of the deserts, in return we guarded their trade caravans. Near the End of the Anthosian Era, our family finally settled down in the area around Abresi. My family had a stable life, but after the “Great Floods hit the lands, our story almost ended, we were nomads again, we lost many brother and sisters in the “Great Floods”. The only people who survived the disaster were my parents, They didn’t abandon the caravans, like the others.  On “the fringe” and Thales When my parents landed on Athera with the caravans, they made a promise to the merchants and  went separate ways, the promise was a lifedebt. “ Every generation of my family will always send one son to the caravans as a honor guard. He will live and die with the caravan.” I was the first and the last son to be sent away

 

I was born on a farmstead, just outside Leuvaarden. I had two brothers: “Fariq, my older brother and Risah, my baby brother.” My parents became farmers after the disasters that happened to them in the old lands, “a normal life” they called it. The land was ravaged by rebellions, wars and the undead and they called a normal life, It was not normal, no, but it was at least okay. Growing up on a farm, I learnt how to take care for myself when my father and brother had to leave for the wars. Well… how much you can learn as a child, because my life rapidly changed. It was “Sun's Smile”, a year after the conflict between the Kingdom of Akovia, Mardonic League, the Dwarves and the Orcs had ended. I was outside, playing “knight” with my elder brother, while my parents where tending to the cows in the field. Suddenly we heard the sound of horses, camels and many voices approaching the farmstead. It was a trade caravan, a trade caravan traveling on that road was nothing out of the ordinary, It was different today.

 

The caravan stopped in front of our home. A old man with a beige skin, clothed with bright colored robes, and a long grey beard, appeared descended from his huge camel and approached me and my brother. “As-Salamu Alaykum, children of the Denaseth. I am here for your parents” We were awed by the magnificence of the caravan, we had never seen a caravan so big. Our parents noticed the commotion and came rushing down from the fields. They allowed the old man and his caravan to stay the night camping on our fields and invited the old man over for dinner.  That evening me and my older brother were not allowed at the dinner table, but we were curious and we were eavesdropping on the conversation in the dinner room. We heard something about training, Al-Dirakh in the Deus Proditor and leaving Leuvaarden. Forever.

 

The following morning my father explained the whole situation: “Our families history, the Qalashi trade caravan and the life debt.”  I never knew why my father chose me instead of my brother. Being the eldest son is something special, the youngest too. But the middle son, no you’re nothing, always the need to prove yourself.  I cried for hours when I saw the farmstead disappear over the horizon, but I knew crying would not help me. I was a studious and curious child, I tried to learn every aspect of the Qalashi merchants and the people who traveled with them. The old man told me about the Qalasheen, their culture, and faith. I was fascinated and it didn’t take long before I became one with the Qalashi culture, but I never forgot my roots: “a Southeron” and as a Southeron I was raised to be gregarious, that trait really helped me to make friends among the caravan, however I got in some sticky situations with my tongue, I’m not only gregarious, but I am also honest and honesty may be a virtue, but it is an annoying virtue, but calling someone a complete imbecile is not a smart thing to-do. After some incidents with some other guards and some merchants in the caravan, I learned to keep my mouth shut. The most difficult part of my life with the caravan was the combat training. I noticed that I am not a born fighter, but after years of training in the ways of the sword and the left-handed archery and some experiences in skirmishes, I became more than an average soldier, no formidable fighter, but skilled.

 

Life went very fast when I was with the caravan, we visited so many places,  I learned the Qalashi language, became one with the Qalashi faith, but I longed for one thing: home. We never passed the farmstead on new trips to Leuvaarden,  I was not able to get an opportunity to visit it. Always “on duty”. Not only In Leuvaarden, but in every city we visited. The paid guards got breaks and everything included, I was no “honor guard”, I was a slave. When I was eighteen, I found an opportunity to escape and I took it. We were traveling from Salvus to Petrus, It was a long trip, not without dangers. The caravans dangers, my freedom. An ambush, they were no ordinary bandits, but they were skilled deserters from different armies, fighting for no king, no leader.  I was able to defend myself and flee the massacre. I felt horrible, I left the only friends I ever had, however, I had to continue. If I died with them, their “sacrifice” was useless.  

 

For almost a year I dwelled through the forests, always fearing for someone looking for me.  only with my scimitar and bow, living from the wild animals and collecting some fruits. But I did not have any knowledge about poisonous fruits and those fruits were almost my end. Every day I became more fatigued, more paranoia, more nauseous and finally crazy without companionship. I could not keep my body working, I collapsed.

 

I opened my eyes ever so slightly in a unknown place, I began to see. I felt a soft breeze on my skin, I began to feel. I began to ponder about my whereabouts, I began to think. I did not know why, but I had been given a new chance, A new beginning, “a normal life.”

 

Personality Traits: Humble, Zealous (after his “second chance”), Gregarious, Honest, a bit Paranoid,  Diligent, Content (after his “second chance”).

 

Ambitions: Start a normal life, stay out of trouble, follow the teachings of Allah. Finding his family. (not a priority anymore)

 

Strengths/Talents: Skilled fighter, Silver Tongue, Knows how to survive on his own.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: his honesty can get him into trouble, Paranoia and needs companionship. never learned manual labour.

 

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): 6’  tall, Afro-textured hair, skin looks rough and dirty, calm dark brown eyes, many small scars on his hands and arms, a tad muscular.

 

[John Ivory 4547]

Accepted

 

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[Lark 2227]

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