[✔] [Accepted] QuestPls' Alt Application

[QuestPls 6]

 

 

Out-Of-Character Information

 

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: Ruinous_

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: QuestPls

 

Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes

Do you understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes

Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes

How long have you been on LoTC?: I want to say 1-2 months.

How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted?: Currently one.

 

 

In-Character Information

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Character’s name: Constantine Helloc

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human, Heartlander

Character’s age: 30

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.): “We're here.” Said the cart driver in a gravelly voice. I hopped off with a sigh, and my silent companion did the same, he tossed 20 Minas to him then we continued our daily commute and walked to the gates, my head facing the ground. I perked my head up once I'd reached Aumont Mercantile, I needed aurum bad, but... out of the corner of my eye I saw a crowd gathered in a circle in the square. “Aumont can wait.” I said to my friend as I took long strides to the crowd.Once we were there my friend, being much taller than me whispered “It's a body…” as soon as I heard those words I needed to see it.  I pushed my way through the crowd and saw what appeared to be a man in a red robe. My pulse quickened, this robe is my father's, dark red, adorned with ferrum. I shot down and flipped over the corpse. “No!” I shouted. “Father w-wake up!” I screamed as I shook the pale, cold body. I came to my senses and flipped the corpse back over and stood up, a lifeless expression on my face. I hesitantly turned to leave but I couldn't. I leaned over and pulled the crimson robe off my father's  body, as red as the blood splattered over the road. I simply tossed the robe over my shoulder and trudged the other way, out of Felsen. Gloom was lurking over me. I went back to the carts and hopped on a random one, my friend did not do the same. When the cart rolled to a stop I dropped a handful of Mina onto the cart and, using what little mental strength I had, I forced myself to move. I took a deep breath and looked up, I was in the desperately cold lands of Carnatia, I'd barely noticed the bite of the frost until now. I wandered around for a while, eventually settling down next to a brazier in a town called Monteford. I dozed off, the only dreams I had were that of that moment when I discovered my father was dead. CLANG CLANG the heavy steps of armored soldiers stampeded through the town. I turned my head to one passing by “What are you doing?!” The plate clad figure stopped in his tracks and rotated his head to face me, he stared at me for a while before speaking “Goin’ to a battle. Ve’re going siege Fort Rhewengrad. Going ta crush tha rotten dwarven scum!” He'd exclaim loudly, before marching off. I sat still for a moment, something pushed me to go with the men, perhaps it’s my father’s presence, he’d always been the military man. I stood up and went in the direction of  the soldiers. It’s no use sitting around grieving I told myself, my father would’ve wanted this anyway… me fighting, he always wanted me to become a soldier, or an officer, whatever the difference between the two… maybe I’ll die in this siege...

After the Siege

I plodded back to my spot next to the brazier in Carnatia, my hand grasping my chest, I felt broken, every breath felt as if a rib shattered. I sat there, wondering about life, how short it is, how much potential can be missed. I don’t want to die, I don’t want anyone to die. I need to.. help them, somehow. Perhaps I’ll learn magic, saving people by throwing fire. I chuckled at the thought. Maybe everything will be alright.

Constantine would go on living his life, saving people every now and then, he still continues his journey to learn, and hopefully master the art of fire evocation. Sadly his father is still dead, and I’m pretty sure he’ll stay that way.

 

Fin

 

Personality Traits: Finds peace in solitude. Somewhat arrogant. Enjoys information. Protective of those close to him. Would rather stop a fight before it starts.

Ambitions: To learn the art of fire evocation.

Strengths/Talents:Good at fisticuffs. Quick. Smart

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Clumsy with a sword. Trouble wearing heavy armor. Somewhat physically lacking.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): He is 5’11 with gray hair, weighs roughly 170lbs. Brown eyes. Wears the dark red robe of his father, adorned with ferrum.

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[Lego XBOX 915]

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