Jistuma's Application

[Jistuma 1996]

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: Jistuma

-How old are you?: 20

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: 0 gmt

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: have a lot of spelling errors, but understand quite well

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: collage student, enjoy making stories up, discovered minecraft from a friend and got addicted. So apart from martial arts training i don't believe i can say more about me.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: depends on weeks, but ill say 10 hrs

-How long have you played minecraft?: 3 months

-What do you know about roleplaying?: only know that your character is someone you made up, that follows the made up rules you impose on yourself and the ones that are imposed on you. Like acting.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: I like the idea, and since it is made by people that make up stories and you play them and can change them, i believe it will be fun, and i like minecraft. So since it has 2 things i like i expect a really good time playing it.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: tried to play other role playing servers, but most didn't have rules on what not to do, and how to role play, so there were no trees, unfinished constructions, and no one was roleplaying.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: yes

-Name the 4 races on this server: humans, dwarfs, elfs, orcs, ascended, undeath

-How did you hear about us?: youtube video

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Jistuma

In-Character:

-Character Name: Jistuma

-What is your Race?: Human

-Biography: Jasper was but a soldier in Oren. Not good, not bad, the average man in the army. Training regime by day, guard duty by night. It was a peaceful era, no battles to lose his life in. Then one morning, while sparing with a friend in the barracks, a shadow started appearing from the mist, and from it a woman. Jasper was the first one to notice her, their eyes met, and in that short time of distraction, was punched in the face. The woman instead of helping, started laughing. Only then did Jasper noticed her beautiful green eyes. Anna was her name, she said it after some "Sorry"'s. A conversation started but she couldn't stay long, she was there to meet his brother, also a soldier. They became friends, having pleasant talks from time to time, and so the years passed. War began, and Anna's brother died in battle. The funeral was held at night. As friends, Jasper attended, and saw Anna crying, tears coming out of her beautiful green eyes. Jasper could not take it. He held her, but her sorrow did not end. The night was warm, the stars many and bright, the moon in a splendid crescent, and the crickets made a beautiful sound. The night was perfect... as if God was mocking the death.

They ended up falling in love, and soon after, got married. Life was good for a while, the war ended, a house was bought, a child was being expected, and a weird old man with fake wings appeared once in a while. Anna didn't mind, he was a nice fellow, and often invited him inside and offered drinks. Jasper didn't mind either, he seemed to be a great philosopher, showing great depth in the knowledge of life and death. But people fond out he prayed to an unholy god. Town folk got angry and demanded he left. Anna and Jasper fought for the winged man acceptance in the city, but that only made people hate them too. So much, that one morning, Anna was kidnapped. Jasper searched everywhere in the city, yelled for her, beg for her return. As nightfall approached, Jasper hear of the winged old man killing a dozen people, and he quickly when home to find Anna crying at bedside over a corpse. "He asked me for a favor" said Anna, "he said he wanted to give a child the name of his god of judgment so as to receive good fortune in death." A green tear dropped from her green eyes, "Our sons name will be Jistuma. May our good friend find rest in the afterlife." As the sun set behind some clouds, the sky was in a shade of red colors, and a warm breeze calmed down the men. It was a perfect sunset... as if God was mocking the death.

Some were death, some were angry, and a family was frighten as to what was going to happen. But the king was wise. He banned the family from the city, to please the town folk, and to protect the family from said town folk. The king ordered an escort and a doctor to stay with the family in a hut until the child was born. Jistuma was born, his father's red hair, her mother's green eyes, and the parents thanked the king and the men. The king let that new family live in that hut, as in the town they were not safe. Jistuma in his childhood was happy, played in the forest, hunted with his father, heard stories from his mother, and talked to traders from all kind of races, green man, tiny man, and some man with pointy ears. But when he was 13, Anna got sick. For months she fought death but didn't make it in the end. Anna said her goodbyes, and left the living. It was a sunny afternoon, the birds were singing happily, the trees leaves were a light green, but not as green as the eye from a boy, that was crying at her mother's bed. A perfect afternoon... as if God was mocking the death.

Jistuma got better at making traps, and with time, he became an expert. But at the beginning, they didn't work so well, so he had to learn how to fight monsters from his father, but, as his father wasn't very good, he didn't became so as well. At 18 he said to his father that he wanted to travel the world and see it's wonders. Jasper didn't like the idea, but was convinced. On their first month, near Oren they were ambushed at night. Jasper was badly injured, so Jistuma had to carry him to Oren for treatment. As he passed the gates, and asked for help, some came to aid, but one remembered Jasper."Stop, don't help him, remember him, remember the pagan man that once was the source of the death of two dozen innocents!" Jistuma was stunt, he had heard the story from his mother, and there were only four men, and were kidnappers. As he was never lied to, he just taught that the men was mistaken. But he returned to his senses and begged the men to save his

father. But no one came to his aid. "You were banned from here, trow him out!", "Better that, KILL HIM!" Jistuma held his dad, and ran out of the city. He came to a stop, and a green tear was dropped from a man holding his death father. It was already morning, the moon could still be seen, the flowers were blooming, a cow ate grass on a field. It was like a perfect morning... as if God was mocking the death.

Jistuma went to the Cloud Temple of Aegis to pray for his father's return form the death, but nothing happened. He pray for his mother's return from the death, but nothing happened. To his uncle's return from the death, but nothing happened. To the old man with wings to return from the death, but nothing happened. He prayed to at least punish those that didn't save his father, but nothing happened. He prayed and prayed and nothing happened. And then he remembered some tales, some tales of someone that controlled the death, Iblees. He knew the undeath existed, then his father maybe could be resurrected. If God could not help him, maybe Iblees could, and on his way to get his loved ones resurrected, he might get the chance to punish Oren. Before he left, he prayed to Jistuma, the old weird man's god, to judge the Oren people. His eyes turned blood red, if it was from his hate, or the god himself no one knows... It started raining, Thunder echoed inside the temple... God had stopped mocking the death.

-Character Age: 18

-Character Appearance: Red eyes, red hair, red shirt, green pants

-Character Personality: He's quite cunning, of years in the forest learned how to make good traps. He has a hateful mindset for Oren citizens, so might get offended quite easily, but as for all other, has nothing to bear ill intent towards, this includes undeath. But he doesn't make a distinction between classes, for him, a king is the same as a peasant. Sometimes speaks his mind when he shouldn't.

Oh, and he can't see trough lies, as he has never been lied to.

-Your ambitions: The resurrection of his death father, and the destruction of the human citys.

-Can your character read or write?: Was never taught

-Can your character mine?: Only for survival, a little stone to build a house

-Are you a capable builder?: Mediocre, just essential building

-Can you wield a sword?: Trained with his father... with sticks... He knows something, but isn't good.

-Enjoy Farming?: Hates it, but knows it.

-Does your character have any special skills?: Quite decent at making traps to apprehend food, and stop monsters. Works on people as well. (But i don't know if redstone circuit and pistons are allowed, because of being medieval times, but i have seen a video where it exists).

-A screenshot of your skin:

-Other Information: I will send a Villain Application as well if accepted, because of the Iblees worship and the hate of Oren will make him do bad things.

[Lirinya 4021]

Aslong as you understand the boundaries of what you can and cannot do until you have a villan app I will accept you.