My Firast App.

[Golapi 0]

There doesnt seem to be anywhere else to put apps so its going here.

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name:

Golapiath

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:

No

How old are you?:

18

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

GMT - The UK

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Indeed

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

Nice, outgoing guy. Doesn't have much trouble making friends in and out of MC.

I'm currently in Uni studying law and work as a warehouse worker for a well known retail store.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

Depends on how uni and wok tie up my life. Usually 15+ hours a week, maybe more?

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:

I guess. to inhabit the life of someone who isn't you. To engulf yourself in the experiences he faces and the friends or enemies he makes.

To live a life that isn't yours.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.

Meta gaming is where you use information gained from experiences not in game and using it when you are in character.

Powergaming is when you make your charactrer super powerful and able to do everything with no flaws.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

Hopefully full of roleplay.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I play one with my friends (not dedicated) thats about it.

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

Yes.

How did you hear about us?:

Minestatus.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?

No, but i will after this app.

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

Sloppygolapi

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In-Character:

Character Name:

Alamos The unyielding

What is your Race?:

Human

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Alamos was raised by no one special. His father was a farmer and his mother was a farmer's wife. When he was born he was a very large baby.

Many people believed he was the son of an orc and that his mother had been impregnated by one. But this was not the case. He was, simply, large.

From the age of 5 he was getting into fights with people twice his age. At 15 the families oxen died. He was forced to pull plow himself.

This continued throughout his youth until the age of 18 He grew bigger and strong as the years went by.

Until a time when his parents became too old to work th farm any longer. They grew old and frail, eventually bed ridden. He continued to work the farm singlehandedly

making enough food to feed his family. Until finally, at the age of 22. They passed away in the night. He mourned them for days. But news travels fast and land is worth alot. Eventually, bandits came.

Alamos had never taken up a blade before but on this night he was forced to. He threw open his fathers old cabinet and pulled out the rusted old sword. He faught off the

marauders tooth and nail. A frenzy came over him and he braught down one after the other. But there were too many. He barricaded himself inside his parents bed room.

and looked upon them. They rested silently on the bed there bodies begining to rott before his eyes. He wept. There was a call from outside. "Burn the place down!"

There was a cheer from the men outside as a volley of flaming arrows pierced the small hovel's walls. The room filled withsmoke as his home around him burned.

He climbed into his parents bed and awaited the embrace of death.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Around him were soldiers of oren. There were other beds around him. Each filled with another injured man or woman.

He coughed, clearing his lungs of ash and soot. A female elf walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Good to see you awake." she said in a soothing voice.

"Where, were am I?" He whispered.

"This is the oren infirmary. A patrol saw the fire and went to investigate. All they found was a small army of slain bandits and you. Lying in the ruins of a house."

Another man came up to him. "We thought we were never going to get you awake. Youv'e been out cold for days." He held out his hand "Im the guard captain, good to meet you"

Alamos shook his hand and spoke back. "Thank you, i guess I would have been dead without your help."

"indeed" The captain replied. "Was it you who killed those bandits? They are a known gang who plague our roads. 4 of my men have died by their hands."

"I... I guess so. I don't remember much. Just... Bloodlust." Alamos replied.

"We also found this." The captain held up the sword Alamos had used to cut down the bandits. The diamonds in the hilt shined clear now and the blade was sharpened.

"We cleaned it up for you. A reward for bringing down those bandits for us." He passed it to Alamos before turning around and walking away. Before he left the tent he turned and

called back. "Oh, and we could use tht sword arm of yours on our team, you should join us." He left the building.

The elf was smiling infront of him. "You should get some rest. I'll wake you up in a few hours for some food." Alamos nodded and fell back to sleep.

2 years later and Alamos had still not taken the now retired captain up on his offer. Instead he had gone up a different carrer route. Bounty hunting.

He was renowned in his field, hunting even the most feared criminals with just his fathers sword. He took a tooth from every bounty he collected and stored them in a cabinet

at his home in the wilds. Until, one day. He had a bounty he, to his horror, recognised. The leader of the gang he had slain many years ago.

"You!" Alamos called. "You burnt my home, my parents to the ground! I'll kill you!" He charged the man and the gang leader, in his fear fired a flurry of arrows from his

bow. He got lucky and Alamos took a single arrow to his knee. He dropped to the floor and his bounty fled into the forest.

Alamos managed to limp back to Oren. His knee was shattered. He knew it would recover in time but he needed a supply of money in the meen time. That was the day Alamos took the guard

Captain up on his offer.

This is where the story begins.

Your characters ambitions:

To fight his way up the ranks an gain prestige as the most fearsome fighter in the world.

Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?

Alamos rushes over and leaps in between the elf and the bandits before doing his best to slay them. He will do all in his power to protect others.

Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?

Hail, friend. I am in need of some fresh armour and food. Can you help me? Then he would pay the owner and head away.

A screenshot of your skin:

Other Information:

[Nero 347]

Accepted.

[Shoi 173]

Implemented