Derekja Application

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Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

Derekja

How old are you?:

17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

GMT+/-7:00/USA

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

I believe I have a great grip.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I describe myself as a simple man, one with a drive for a great education and to hope for a great chance to change the world for the greater good.

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

I could spend quite a lot of time on the server.

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

Roleplaying should be a new, fun, and exciting way for people to get away from their normal lives, roleplaying involves seperating thyself from thyself and into a different world as an alter ego or a totally different life of thy selves choosing.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I've had quite a lot of experience, atleast 5 years.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Meta-Gaming is taking the OOC information received from another person and then using to change things Icly like an all knowing god, able to know the past, or predict the future.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:

Power-Gaming (Or known as God-Modding to me) is acting as an invulnerable, unstopable god that can't be harmed by any virtual way of meen's. Meaning that the character is a god and is unstoppable.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect this server to be a large, and helpful community of roleplayer's that thrive and help one-a-nother openly.

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

I've tried few other server's to no succes, as in being griefed, trolled, or just leaving them of boredom.

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

Indeed, I have.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:

If I didn't, would I really be taking the time to do this? (Yes, I do agree.)

How did you hear about us?:

I heard about this server through my friend, I believe her ingame name is Leka213

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

No, but I do plan to once I know what this server is like and what the community is like.

In-Character:

Character Name:

Magnus Vayne

What Race are you?:

Human

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

An unknown race of beat's.

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Magnus, Was born not knowing who his father was, and frankly, he never will know, but we'll save that for another story. Young magnus starting growing up with only his mother in a poor village, low on supplies, food, and water, and far from and major civilization, they sent out a messenger group to find a prosperous village, and plead for aid. Whilst the messenger's were gone, his mother, his only parent and last remaining love in the world came down with a terrible sickness from famine and rampant disease...

About a month later;

His mother was on her death bead, and unable to move, he was the only one their to comfort her in her final hours, Magnus was alone with his mother, he life slowly slipping away in his hand's... Soon his mother would be dead, dead in his hand's, Him unable to do anything to help her in any way or form...

The following week;

The supplies finally arrived way to late for Magnus, now in a quite bit of sorrow, and rage. Magnus was soon shipped of to the larger town, no other family wanting, or able to support another mouth to feed, so he thought at least. He never knew why no one wanted him, they all had the same answer, “The evil is strong with you little boy, Begone!”

The next week;

Magnus, six years of age woke up in a dark, dank, and dirt cart, the escort’s corralled the children out of the cart, their parent's having also died from the rampant disease and famine, and were soon after put into an orphanage, not a very great one at that, it was only a medium 3 bedroom orphanage, with 5 beds in each room, only enough for every child, but poor Magnus... No, no, no. He was put into one of the large storage room's, often forgot about... so in his solitude, he started to devise his plan of escape from the orphanage, rather cruel to other mind's, necessary to his...

One week later;

Finally, his potion was done, or rather, poison was done brewing... Oh yes, Magnus planned to kill every last living person in the orphanage, oh yes, He could no longer stand the irritable teasing and whining of the other children, And also the nagging and beating's from the so called, 'Lovable caretaker's'... It was his turn to assist in preparing the supper for the day, he slipped the vial of poison under his baggy, sack cloth shirt and concealed it well. After entering the kitchen, he silently crept over to the cooking pot, and dumped the content's of the vial into the soup pot, though it already looked like slop, so it made little difference to the color and texture of it.

The following hour's;

Oh how Magnus was satisfied with his work. Oh greatly indeed, All the children and caretaker's had finished their meal's earlier, and were now face down in their own blood and vomit, and so their her stood amidst the large miasma of death, it, for the first time, brought a smile to his face. Of course not a good one, not at all, it brought a snear smile of success, the smile of the final kill, the smile of an insane, perpetual, and cold hearted killer to his face...

The following twenty year's;

Oh how his mind had prospered, living smugly amongst the people, or now to him, prey of his experiments. He often visited the library now, looking for various recipe’s for new potion's to brew, after all, he did have to make revenue for his house. Oh yes, Despite his mass murder twenty year's ago, no one expected a small six year old infant could have killed everyone there. Oh no, He now work's as a potion brewer, or as some say, alchemist. Some proclaim him mad, even insane. How harsh their words can be...

Well, Not so young Magnus, He prefers... “Creative” And so now he lives as an alchemist, a cold hearted killer amongst the normal folk.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

His ambitions are to change the world, and get revenge on the people for what they've always denied him.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

His favorite tool is his brewery station, Of course.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?:

Isn't it rather obvious? Alchemy of course.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

(Will be added in attachment’s.)

Other Information about your Character:

He stands a stout 5 foot, 10 inches tall. Jet black hair, and eye's as bright blue as the ocean.

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?:

He would simply stroll be, not even wanted to give a glance towards the two armed bandit's. Not giving any care towards the small, defenseless halfling.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?:

He would respond by asking for both simple, or rare, or even delicate herbs and various ingredients of alchemy, asking in only the up-most detail.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

He would steal them, including the chest and haul the load with him, and the proceed to burn the hut to the ground not caring if anyone lived there or worked there.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?:

He would act defenseless and wounded, as if he were just battered and attacked, and would tell the townsfolk/guard's that their was a group of bandit's with a large bounty on their head's just down the road and that if they hurried, they could still catch them and turn them in, Then ask for an escort to the Inn or some sort of medical housing and steal food, water, and various supplies from the town/housing.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

He simply ignores the call to action, why go through the trouble of risking his life for the common people, what have they ever done for him?

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