[✔] [Accepted] Whitelist Application (Drzzter)

[Drzzter 31]

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft account name?: Drzzter

How old are you?: 15

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

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yep.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I especially enjoy how memeing is frowned upon here. We don't need any of that dankness.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I think I understood them.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Friends recommended it to me.

Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I don't have any prior experience with whitelisted roleplaying servers.

 

 

Definitions

What is roleplaying?: To roleplay is to assume the role of a character who participates in events and adventures in a fictional or otherwise environment. While you are roleplaying you must remain in character at all times to improve the experience for everyone.

What is metagaming?: To metagame is to use knowledge that your character wouldn't not have access to, to give them an edge over other people in the roleplay. People who metagame might use OOC chat to overhear a secret base or plan, or they might perhaps search up an online map to give them directions.

What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: To powergame is to assert your will unwaveringly onto another player, forcing them into doing things you want them to do, or preventing them from having roleplay freedom. An example of a metagamer is a person who runs around and types things such as 'I plunge the dagger deep into your heart, instantly killing you'. Roleplay freedom is something to treasure, try not to metagame.

 

In-Character Information

Character’s name: (what do you want your character to be called?) Bennett E. Penley

Character’s sex: (male or female?) Male

Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) Heartlander Human

Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!) 43

 

 

 

Biography : (where does your character come from?; where have they traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.)

Bennett was raised by an old, plump farmer named Ollfrad, he never knew a parental figure aside from him. They both lived in a pleasant little cottage in a small unnamed town outside of Lin'Sulan. Life was good when he was a child, Ollfrad pampered him to the best of his limited abilities and he always had a full belly. The village was quaint and friendly, the warm and inviting atmosphere only broken up by the antics of Bennett. At the age of 30, he had decided he wanted to be a 'priest' and not by any regular definition of the word, for he lacked any sort of holy power, righteousness or even proper decency. The people were modest and unused to anyone having such a title, so they were always roused and ready to look in in excitement as the self proclaimed priest put on his magic shows. (These happened to be more like demonstrations of his sleight of hand, or a little bit of steam here and there trapped from the kitchen. In reality he was completely clueless and lacked any sort of arcane magicks).

 

Bennett over the course of some months, grew more and more renowned through the village as a great and powerful wizard who would carry the town forth from it's humble beginnings as a farm based town. There were even rumours spreading about that he could defend the village from the numerous Olog attacks that had recently plagued the area.

 

It was in the midst of a warm summer day when Bennett decided to trade off some of his father's modest crops - carrots and potatoes mostly - for some of the more extravagant luxurious items of the city of Lin'Sulan. He was particularly fond of the exotic sweets and delicacies that the Farfolk could craft with a wide variety of spices he had a hard time pronouncing the names of correctly. He had just begun to delve deep into the market strip when his old friend from the village, Tekkut burst forth from the front gate, gasping for air. He tripped over the cobbles not 5 feet away and fell directly on his plump belly, resulting in a pleasant thump. He gargled something about Ologs in the village before fainting from exhaustion.

 

Bennett dropped all the vegetables he was carrying and flew down the path with as much haste as his already tired legs would carry him.

 

He arrived in the center of town in time to see some of his neighbors fighting off a tightly packed group of orcs that had begun to spill in. Fire had engulfed several of the buildings on the outer ring, filling the village with a black, choking haze of smoke. Frantically he searched about, looking for a weapon. A nearby wheelbarrow carried a pitchfork with a decently sharp end. He gripped the wooden handle of the heavy tool and headed for the nearest orc. The nearest orc unfortunately was the chief of the invading clan. Several children from a fair distance off called for Bennett to use his 'Magic Death Light Ray' on the big mean brute, he winced awkwardly as he lunged forward towards the beast.

 

It dodged the blow and returned it with one of his own, the mighty warclub smashed into the back of Bennett's skull with a crushing strike. Darkness surrounded his vision as his body went cold.

 

He awoke some time later, his mind swirling with strange visions of oceans of blood, crested with huge demons, horns sprouting from their bony skulls. He heard them whisper strange tongues into his ears, lulling him into performing heinous acts. The skull thankfully didn't fracture, he noticed as his hand ran through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked towards the sky, all about him villagers started to ring his peripheral vision. They shuddered and sighed in relief, but over top of their appreciation of his not dying, a few shrill voices could be heard mocking him for his lack of magic use. Many voices spewed from seemingly everywhere, they yelled of betrayal and deceit, lies and fakes.

 

He rose with an angry roar and demanded blood sacrifice for the elder deities. They all started to laugh, surely he had to be joking? Frail, weak Bennett couldn't hurt them. He snatched up a little girl in his arms and ran off cackling into the forest, the wailing of the child and the rising pitch of his voice was soon obscured by the Alabaster Leaves and Blazing Ferns. Some of the villagers tried to chase him down and save the girl, but he was long gone.

 

13 years later Bennett, still disillusioned by the blow to the head roams the Isles of Vailor, asking travelers if they've heard the good news about his various animal headed death gods. Sometimes if the answers to these questions doesn't satisfy him, he'll take these travelers as sacrifice to appease the creatures in his head.

 

Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?) Due to his injury, Bennett has been left with uncontrollable moodswings, sometimes erupting into violence. His profession leaves behind a lot of angry individuals who would rather like to see him dead, this leaves him in a constant state of nervous protectiveness, as can be noted by his constant nailbiting.

 

Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) Bennett doesn't have an end goal, he only wants to travel and spread the word. He is somewhat fascinated by the dark arts and wouldn't turn down an opportunity to learn how to master them in the future.

 

Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) While Bennett is somewhat 'evil' he doesn't actively kill people just for the sake of killing people. He is capable of making friends and being extremely diplomatic or persuasive. He can trick the most distrusting knight into lowering his guard long enough for a quick backstabbing.

 

Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) Bennett isn't very physically skilled, lacking discipline in all weapons.

 

Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?) 5'7, skinny, pale as death - he doesn't give off an aura of intimidation. His muscles are ropy, small and he's spindly built. His hair is a dirty grey/blonde colour due to his age and the wear of the weather (it used to be a light brown). His eyes are light and he has a scar on his face from a scuffle with a Cavern Dwarf .

 

Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)

I apologize in advance for any errors on my behalf, I tried to post one of these an hour ago but the wifi cut out and it all got deleted. This one was a bit more rushed than the last. Thanks for reading! ;>

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