[✔] [Accepted] _Owen's Application

[_Owen 47]

Out-Of-Character Information

Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication!

 

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: _Owen

How old are you?: 15

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

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I agree with the rule no ERp I agree with this since other server's I have played on have had an 18+ thing but its just a sad way to rp

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):

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? a friend 

 

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?: Roleplaying is where act as a different person and you react as how they would and act like them

What is metagaming?:  Metagameing is using ooc knowledge to you'r advantage Rply

What is powergaming?: Powergameing, A character that does something impossible or otherwise defies logic. for example, For example do like a front flip and throw throwing knfes at ten people in a second

 

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: Will Vexille

Character’s sex: Male

Character’s race: Human

Character’s age: 3o

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.):

 

The air blew softly in the city of Felsen. As a knife of a clever slowly cut delicately into the meat keeping a thin slice,His fingers were wheary of the knife keeping them some distance away from the blade. The front door to the butchers open with a thin tall man standing, He had a long sword in its scabbard on his right hip.With a dirk on the opposite side of the sword. The tall man placed his right hand onto the counter.

“Ello?!”  The man asked looking for the butcher which whom was out back. The butcher kept slowly cut the fine cut of elk with his long knife. He finally stood up with the slices of meat in a wooden plate. he slowly walked towards the front entrance with a slow limp is his left leg. The Autumn air had a soft wind blowing north west giving the bloody apron ripples like water on a windy day. He then walked in threw the door, Yellow on orange leaves blew threw the door behind him. He slowly closed the door with rusty Iron hinges screaming behind him, The butcher walked towards the counter placing the plate of meat onto the counter

“Ello, What can I get you” He said with a gruff voice, He then picked up a cloth of linen and cleaned the blood of his hands while waiting for a response.

“Do you have any Elk or pig?” The tall man asked tapping his nails on the table lightly, He smiles softly towards the butcher watching him go around back and grab a slab of elf rumb, There was some salt remains on top of the meat to keep it preserved.

“There is some salt left on the meat but that will go away once you cook it, is that all or do you want something else” He said looking towards the man with a smile his crooked teeth showing.  “Ah, Yes I would like a large cut of hog please” The tall man smiled looking around the shop seeing hanged up meat on a metal hook. The butcher once again want into the cellar of the building and looked around for the largest cut of hog he had cut. He then looks around and found the shoulder joint that he cut and picked it up with his hands, His feet shuffled under him as he made his way back to the counter.

“Is that all?” He then place the meat onto the table beside the elk. The tall man shook his head before pulling out a coin purse looking towards the meats “How much would that come to?” He looked up from what he was doing towards the butcher.

“It would come to twenty coins” The butcher said while he was wrapping the the meats up in a large linen cloth, He sprinkled salde along the rims of the linen before folding the cloth over the meat. He then put cord made from dried up tendons and put it under the linen and tied it tight so that the linen didn’t come apart and let the meat fall on the ground.

“There you are sir” He said pushing the protected meat towards the man. The man nodded towards him before placing twenty coins onto the table. the man would pick up the meat and nod towards the butcher “My thanks kind sir” Before walking out moving the hide as a door aside to walk out.

The Air was cool outside as he held the meat in his hands looking down the road filled with wagons and merchants trying the sell their wares, The air was filled with cooked foods and spices. A small crowd where crowding a man on stiles and another man who looked like a jester was breathing fire while he did tumbles. He walked past the merchants getting that where haggling with their customers

“Get you hot meat here get them right here” The merchant was wearing a necklace of silver with a small jade handing in the middle, He had three arm rings on his arms. his cheeks were red due to the cold air of autumn. The sun was setting as he made his way to his workshop with the meat in both hands. He pushed open the wooden door to the workshop. Hiis blazer was smoking with a few hot coals glowing red and a soft tint of orange. On the the table there layed books parchment, A quil was dipped in an ink pot, with a blank rolled up paper. A tallow candles was burning on the corner of the table. He then settled his meat wrapped in linen on the table with care, He then kicked off his leather boots towards the door “Cook!” He yelled towards the cook where ever she would be in the house. He took of his cloak and settled it on top of the chair’s choosion. Then picked up the packaged meat again and walked to the kitchen with silence on the tips of his toes. He puts his left hand on the knob of the door and pushed it open. The kitchen was empty with the open fireplace still with smoldering wood. He then picked up and long of wood and chucked it into the flames trying  to see if the flames would eat at the wood and become wild. The smolders of wood became ash and the new flames rose up and ate the wood with an amber glow. He moved towards the cutting board and untied the elk tendon and looked at the meat

“Hmm, I what wich one I should eat?” He said to himself. He shrugged and picked up the hog and pruned it to a small but long mettale staff, He hooked it on the two hooks that dangled over the flames. He moved slowly after putting the metal staff up over the flames. He picked up another ashe wood long and placed it into the pile of wood. He looked up and walked around the house looking for his cook, Where could she be?. He thought to himself looking into the servants quarters but she wasn’t there. He shrugged again and walked back to the kitchen where the hog was cooking he picked up a long knife and started to cut up some carrots slowly keeping his fingers away from the knife. The air in the kitchen became a soft burning wood smell mixed with cooking hog fat. He finished cutting up the carrots and put them in a bowl. He then walked back to his study knowing the meat would take some hours to tender up and cook. He then picked up his quilled that was left in his ink pot and and wrote a letter. The words he wrote and where fastly descriptive with love and emotions riddling the words of the man. As he finished up his letter he opened and small wooden box containing a large eagle feather he placed that in the note and closed it by sewing the rims of the letter shut knowing the feather would fall out of the letter as it’s being delivered. He then plucked up a large red wax stick. He then held it over the front of the letter letting it drip onto the clean parchment smiling lightly to himself. He then pulled out a stampe the the letter E on it. He stooped up after stamping the seat with the letter he walked back to the kitchen where the hog was sizzling lightly. He took out a long but small in with knife, and slowly cut the side of the hog with care. He then placed the slice of the hog onto a wooden plate looking over to the rest of it cooking

“I Might just leave that there to cook properly then I shall put it in a salt filled keg”

He moved slowly putting the cut carrots onto the plate and picking up a pinch of salt and sprinkled it over the hog. He picked up the plate and walked to his study.He placed plated onto the table and took a seat staring lightly at the letter he wrote

“Maybe I should sent it to her or should I not?” He picked up the letter and walked towards the rookery. he looked back at the letter frowning slightly before opening the cage to the birds. A large slame was on the door he looked towards the stairs.

((Will Dosent remember his bast but this is really the main thing that happened in his life))

Personality Traits: He can draw

Ambitions: to become a great artist

Strengths/Talents: Has good upper and lower body strength

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Cant read or write

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Will has shallow cheek bones with sunken eye's he has short but long blond hair touching his shoulder's he would be wearing a tunic of red and blue. He would carry a bow in a linen case at his side's He has a scar doing down along his left eye towards the right corner of his lip, He would be carrying a small wooden box of charcoal and paper

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