[✔][Accepted] HELLO WORLD! (Redone)

[MangoArt 399]

So, I reviewed your requests, and am ready to edit this again. I wasn't sure if I needed to just edit it or create a hole new one, so here's my app with a little more flavor.

Out-Of-Character Information

 

 

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: micbox

How old are you?: 13

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

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: YEP!

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: No cyber bullying. Bullying is just awful, pointless, and irrational in the first place, and being such a coward and hiding behind a computer screen about it just makes it worse

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: Nope. All are pretty crystal clear.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: A friend from an old MC RP server I used to play when it was shutting down told me about it

 

Definitions

 

 

What is roleplaying?: It's using a character to act out certain things and a form of art that combines your own ideas with someone else's

What is metagaming?: Using OOC info to your IRP advantage.

What is powergaming?: Making your character practically a god

 

In-Character Information

 

Character’s name: Brett Jones

Character’s sex: Male

Character’s race: high lander human, subrace: Northerner

Character’s age: 30 (Looks and acts like an IRL human that way because he has a stressful life)

Biography: Brett grew up in a small town in Salvus by the sea. His family had a long history of being explorers and scouts for the military. In fact, his great great great great grandfather fought in the phoenix revolution. When he was a child he always liked to wander to wherever he could. He always found himself very interested in ancient lore, and half the time he was exploring he was looking for ancient temples. Once he was exploring a temple that looked to belong to the mysterious early tribes of Vailor. Before he could even investigate it (By now he was about...16), he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a cloth with an odd sedative smeared on it come to his nose. He drifted off, and his hometown never saw him again. He slowly opened his eyes about 3 days after, finding himself in the jungles of Vailor when he regained consciousness. He staggered to his feet and looked around the looming dark landscape of the unforgiving jungle. He spent a few days without sleep or food hunting for civilization, but to no avail. After he gave up hope, he just hunted and gathered to survive. After a while, it grew boring and hum drum. He would sit all day, trying to meditate but losing focus constantly. He tried all kinds of things to entertain himself, he even took up the flute after he carved one from a bamboo stalk while waiting for the remains of a hawk to cook on the fire. He hunted with a makeshift bow and a makeshift sword, which he practiced with constantly to keep himself occupied and distracted from the itching curiosity of what had kidnapped him at the back of his mind. But there was one thing he always loved to do to pass the time- Write. He wrote constantly, you couldn't tear him from his makeshift paper, and he became a master at writing.

After a while, he found himself wandering everywhere. He had never noticed he had taken on a nomadic lifestyle, and before he knew it he had reached the sea, and now he could finally see the beautiful stars. After calculating for some time, he had soon discovered he was in southern Van Hemar. He calculated if he traveled east for a while he would be able to find the closest town. He went through many different landscapes, jungle, forest, snow, pretty much anything before he reached the border between the Crownlands and Van Hemar. There was a quaint and cute little town there, just a pleasant little place he could settle down. Despite being in civilized society, he still had his habits from the wilderness. He rarely went to taverns, he always was either reading, hunting, writing, or practicing. He kept exploring though, trying to escape his curiosity by satisfying other questions.

Personality Traits: He's very cheery, but kind of awkward. He tends to be an introvert. Despite his skill in writing, he can only muster up a few words per sentence.

Ambitions: To learn whatever he can about the world

Strengths/Talents: He can play the flute, is adept at writing, can do only the tiniest bit of magic (Just enough to heal minor wounds, light enemies on fire, and illuminate dark temples), and is good with short swords

Weaknesses/Inabilities: He tends to stutter a lot, is really bad with blunt weapons, and almost always would much rather have his nose in a book than be out in the tavern having a nice cold ale.

Appearance: He has rough and messy rust red hair, freckles, pale skin, stands at about 5'10, wears the color black or blue a lot, almost always has a sword on his belt, has piercing hazel eyes, and ever so slightly pointed ears, which probably points to incredibly far back elvish ancestors.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Under Review

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

This application is accepted. On the behalf of the Application Team we welcome you to the server as a whitelisted player. Please wait as a GM will implement you to the server shortly! While you are waiting you are more than welcomed to browse the forums and/or Wiki to refresh your mind on server events and lore.

 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Moved to Accepted Applications Forum. Your application will be Implemented by a GM shortly.

[Dohvi 622]

Player Whitelisted.