[Accepted] [Pending] Dunstan Whitelist App

[Eurielle 1189]

Out-Of-Character Information

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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: bestscarface76

How old are you?: 17

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

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

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: "In order to engage in PvP you must have sufficient roleplay to do so, even if a player is running from ‘Halt!’ you may not PvP them. If the roleplay beforehand is major (e.g. a conflict) and they run from roleplay you may drop them but you must revive them."

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 dont wholly understand the concept of statuses and having it explained would most likely optimize RP quality.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Through Skype chats

Definitions

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What is roleplaying?: Playing as a personality that is not yours, in situations that your not in, and in a environment your not apart of

What is metagaming?: Using external information and breaking lore to make things happen. Typically in the favor of the metagamer.

What is powergaming?: Apparently its not what google tells me and its forcing things on other players that don't allow them to respond or counter. An example would be I kick you in the nuts and you roll around on the ground in pain unable to do any thing about because I kicked you in the nuts or I hit you in a vital spot with an arrow and you cant do any thing because arrow and other fun killing BS moves like that.

 

In-Character Information

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Character’s name: Dunstan

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human

Character’s age: 31

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.): Dunstan gave into wanderlust at the young age of 11 and wordlessly left his village of Pravets, quite literately walking off, pet dog in tow, with out any announcement. Due to dwelling among plants and animals during the process of puberty the concept of sex and romance was completely lost to him along side of much social development in which survival had taken place of those skills.

 

At what would be Dunstans 15th birthday a catalyst would arrive. A storm had been persisting for the past three days and Dunstan was hunting along with his k9 companion as food is something that a storm could not be allowed to inhibit. His companion had been acting particularly aggravated since early morning although it was hard to tell time under a grey sky. Dunstan himself had been abnormally alert as a cause of his pets aggravation and the lack of clear reason setting dunstan into a state of paranoia.

 

What should have been time of noon the sky became darker than it already was and the rain fell harder than it already had. Spontaneously the dog took off in a panicked sprint. After calling out with no response Dunstan began to follow the tracks that had been created through the mud. They were the most panicked tracks he had ever seen much less from a dog. For three miles the tracks persisted with no deviance apart from dodging trees. No pace change was made either when ascending steep hills. His dog was literally running itself to death.

 

The rain had let up but the sky was yet to be clear as the end of the tracks approached and a putrid smell had filled the air. A clearing was reached in which the corpses of various species of had been violently mutilated and strewn about. At the center his dog, perched upon was a large dark owl-like bird with the legs of man and feet of talon. It was feasting and Dunstans friend was the main course. The beast looked up from his meals, eyes a pure crimson, and took flight in a single powerful flap of its wings. Mud was thrown violently in all directions leaving a crater. At the center was only the lower half of Dunstans dog. In a rage of its purest form Dunstan broke into a dead sprint in the direction in which the omen had flown that he had not known himself capable of.

 

Two hours of violent thoughtless running later Dunstan came upon a sight even more gruesome than the last. His dogs head had been carefully been placed upon a stump. He fell to his knees, whether from the running or emotional impact he does not know, picked up the head and passed out. The thought on which he had passed out on was that that owl… No that beast had been purposeful in this. Had targeted his dog on purpose. Had placed the head in a purposeful location. Had **** on him. Had taunted him.

 

On his next waking the rain returned and Dunstan knew what that meant. That **** was watching. Dunstan himself needed nutrient after the events of yesterday. He checked his bag to find that all food inside had begun decomposing despite its freshness. Dunstan ate anyway from a mixture of spite and necessity.

 

After finishing and barely preventing himself from vomiting he knew that he needed to restock on anything edible. He began to search unknowing that the tormenting Omen had seen to it he would find none. Many hours later it dawned upon him that the environment was still under its influence and he was still being toyed with by it. Dunstan knew something the bird did not but be had never exercised himself. The inner bark of certain trees was edible. He knew his selfmade stone cutlery would not be able to harvest this without fracturing. Turning to use a more durable tool he began to rip into tree with bare hand. Much later fingertips bleeding most of the tree was stripped of bark and lightly stained with blood. With this the bird had been one upped and it was time to sleep for the night.

 

Upon daybreak the storm had cleared. The omen had lost interest in Dunstan, but Dunstan had not forgotten. He climbed a tree and saw the storm, thick and heavy was moving north. Was moving towards the cold. It mattered not the beast is what he wanted. The beast is what he would follow. This beast liked storms. Then he shall follow the storm. The Omen.

 

Dunstan began to travel north in pursuit of the storm. Quickly he found a the remains of a river. Plant life holding the land had created a small cliff about 8ft in height. At the bottom a bear. Dunstan did not think of the bears physical prowess over him. Dunstan thought of the cold land that would be north. He mumbled the words “bulking up for winter” and dropped down upon the bear stone blade in hand. He mounted it and planted the stone blade into the side of its throat. Riding the panicking ursidae he continuously stabbed, slashed, and cut into its neck until his blade broke. Then he reached in and began grabbing and clawing himself until he pulled loose his trachea. The bear passed due to blood loss and asphyxiation. With a fragment of his broken stone blade he began to skin, gut, and butcher the bear. He made warm clothing from its pelt, many meals from its meat, and weapon from its bone and sinew.

 

This gruesomeness against animal in the pursuit of the Omen of storm persisted for five years. Many exotic beast previously unknown were slain and their bodies used to fuel the pursuit of Omen. Armor from giant crab, artificial warmth from venom of amber wolf pelt. Scars upon scars left upon his body. Having crossed over the north pole of the planet is not an idea to dismiss. The Blood Omen eventually realised the sorrow in his wake was not of his creation and began to seek it.

 

“Finally I am upon the storm.” I said as I rubbed mud upon my body reminding myself why I have traveled this far. I reveled in the thought of that fucks head dangling on my waist and prepared what would be needed to slay it. For many days we stalked and tracked in vain. Every trail would lead to an abrupt end. Every sighting was brief before one of us disappeared into what would have seemed like thin air for the other. I eventually learned how to break the pattern. I slew a member of the local wildlife and left a gore trail spiraling out from a center location. A splash of blood here, and organ their. At the center I left the heart. Along with the heart I left a trap. A large rock adorned with sharpened sticks suspended with sinew string I had acquired over time that would release it when the heart was disturbed. A creature of Omen would not be able to resist a gore trail and it ******* worked. I heard a loud screech echo through the forest and in the same instant the rainfall stopped. I relocated the trap and found blood. Blood and feathers. Its ******* feathers. Judging from the presence of tracks leading away I had destroyed a wing. That thing was clumsy on the ground and its tracks were easy to follow. I came upon it and snapped its neck. I was not done with just that. I began to slice into its neck. Carefully I cut each tendon and muscle. Being careful to preserve the head I extracted its trachea and made the final cut to the spinal cord completely separating head from body. I kept the head and would keep it with me for years to come. As with the body. I plucked each feather individually form it to keep. Then I feasted upon it. The next morn when I awoke I felt the absence of fuel for revenge in my body and I didnt know what to do.

 

At the age of 25 an eventuality had begun. The reconnect to civilization. It started simply as an overlap in the land

in which Dunstan had hunted and a village had hunted. The basic curiosity that came from seeing a hunting party of humans, something he had almost forgotten existed, and investigated unseen being the better hunter. Still remembering the basics of language interaction between villagers and Dunstan was an eventuality and so was trade. More specifically fur trade, something a wild-man would easily come by and had little value for. Being a stranger to basic human comforts and having no desire for them he received from these trades a suit of chain mail, darkly died cloth to hide the glint of mail and a helm in which great care was made to prevent it from being shiny and having a dark shade to it. Other items were also gained through trade that would typically be issued to a soldier, most of which was ether broken or irrelevant to mention in this story. The name Dunstan was not his birthname which he had long forgotten along with his birth village but was a rather fitting name for him.

Personality Traits: Does not comprehend many human desires such as wealth, family, or sex which are completely lost to him.

Ambitions: To travel, explore, and hunt but to also interact with this civilization thing that had also been lost to him much of his life.

Strengths/Talents: Can reach top shelf, Extremely well developed survival abilities along with what comes along with that (hunting, navigation, foraging, butchery, tracking, stealth outside of cities/town/villages), Strength, and unarmed combat especially against large animals.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Likely to bang head on short door ways and has to turn to fit through most doorways along with other disadvantages to being abnormally large, poor education, only knows basic language, poor social skills, doesn't understand the concept of manners and cleanliness.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 7 ft, 2 in,  419lbs Muscular build, very bulky not much definition. Fair share of scars, calloused hands. Blue eyes, brown hair. Typically larger than most humans in the area at any given moment.

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