Racker2008's Alt Account's Application

[Lefty 1696]

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name: racker2008

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Lefty_Bojengles

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is: Roleplaying is to play another character and basing decisions upon their personality and type, for example a thief character would see a person walking along a road and would go over and rob them, while an assassin type of character would go and kill them, the decisions are based upon your characters personality making them unique in every way.

In your own Words, define what the act of Metagaming is: Metagaming is using OOC information IC for example, someone told you over skype that there is a man who can sell you cheap swords, then you immediately go to the man and say “how much for a sword I heard you sell them cheap?” That is metagaming.

In your own Words, define what the act of Powergaming is: Powergaming is when you give yourself god-like abilities for example being able to use a blunt dagger to chop a man in half. It’s unrealistic and near impossible. Its also like saying “he kills the bandit” instead of saying “he attacks the bandit”

In-Character:

Character Name: Horik’Gorkil

What Race are you?: Orc

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

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.):

Horik was born in Asulon 34 years ago, his father is Thore’Gorkil and his mother Damila’Gorkil. He also has a brother called Gaerune’Gorkil. On the night of Horik’s birth his father had been very drunk and his mother was very angry at this, his exact birth location is unknown as his father was too drunk to remember anything that happened on the night of his birth.

By the age of 4 his father had thought he was weak and sent him out to live in the desert alone until he could find his way back. He was sent at such a young age to prove his strength to the other cubs. At first he got lost because he wasn't used to being alone in the desert, but as he grew up he gradually grew used to the harsh winds and became one with the desert.

At the age of 8 he had become familiar with average tools and weapons, he had been using shovels, pickaxes and axes. He had never been fond of swords or hoe’s because he felt they were tools of the weak. He especially admired his axe, although it was only wooden he thought it had great power within it, he cherished this axe very much so. Whenever he was in need of food he would use his axe to kill cows and pigs for food and his hunger was always met.

While he was travelling through the desert he came across an egg, this egg was larger than all the eggs he had ever seen, it was the size of a dwarf. He wondered what beast laid inside the egg, at first he thought it was a eagle egg, but he realised that it was too large for a bird like that. He decided he should keep it as it was big and could be used for some sort of a ball. It had been a year and 6 months since he had found the egg and he had just had his 16th birthday (alone). While he was messing with his axe he heard a crack in the egg, he immediately looked over and saw a lizard type creature emerge from the egg. It was a Jabbernack (but he didn't know it was called that), The moment he saw the creature he became very fond of it, he thought of it as his only friend so he cherished it like a brother. He named it Geneezur (pronounced Ge-knee-zer)

On one of his travels with Geneezur they had came across a cave, being the curios type of person he is, Horik went into the cave leaving Geneezur outside. As always he brought in his trusty wooden axe too fight with upon his entering he was brought before another orc but this one was, dead. He was shocked to see one of his own kin like that, so he searched his body to find any clues of his death, but all he found was a an old looking stone axe. He realised what he had in his hand and that with this upgrade he could enhance his skills much more so he put down his wooden axe and help his stone one up high. He was much stronger that he ever had been so he decided to test out this new axe. He left the cave to see his Jabbernack being attacked by a 4 wolves so he immediately took the opportunity and attacked the wolves. He swung at the first wolf and knocked it in the spine leaving it lying on the floor. He then proceeded to charge at another one of the wolves but was bitten by another wolf. He immediately threw the stone axe at the wolf and kicked the wolf that had bitten him to death. One more wolf was left but his Jabbernack proceeded to killing it. Realising what he had jsut done he picked back up the axe and left with his Jabbernack with pride.

18 years had passed since then, him and his Jabbernack and grown quite large after travelling many years he had decided it was time to return to Krugmar, so him and his Jabbernack travelled for days and days until finally reaching Krugmar. The whole of the city watched as he rode in on a mighty Jabbernack while it hissed at all that it passed by!

Appearance: Horik is currently 34 years of age, he is slight goldish eyes and wears brown clothes made of leather.

What is your Character's ambitions?: To become a high ranking official in the Krughai maybe even a Warboss like his father.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://i.imgur.com/8bDtu.png http://i.imgur.com/rm0F3.png

Other Information about your Character: He is son of Thore’Gorkil and a soon to be worker in the Krughai.

Open-Response-Questions

Answer at least three out of five listed

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?

Horik: Oi wut latz be doing?!?!?

“The bandits ignore Horik and continue to harass the halfling”

Horik: “raises his tone” I asked, WUT LATZ BE DOING!

Bandit-1: Shut up ye dumb orc before we beat ya black and blue!

Horik: Latz be crazy? You be stepping away from da halfling or mi klomp you!

Bandit-2: Listen to us ye filthy orc, ye have 5 seconds to get or we will slice your throat in half!

Horik: Yub latz be crazy, time for me to klomp lat.

“Horik unsheathes his war axe and charges at the bandits”

“Horik succeeds in knocking out the first bandit but the other cuts Horik’s back with dagger”

Horik: AHHHHH! Dats it!

“Horik turns at the man and hits him on the head with the axe”

“The bandit’s head is severely bruised and he falls to the ground with a concussion on his head”

“Horik looks at the halfling and says”

Horik: Lat be luky dat I came, if not lat wud be ded now.

“Horik walks away before the Halfling can speak”

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?:

“Horik see’s the chest and looks inside”

Horik: Hmmm I b needin iron bars but not da sword, but I can sell it to another orc!

“He takes the sword and the ingots and leaves the house”

“Before he leaves he is confronted by an elf”

Elf: Oi what are you doing in my house?!?!?!

Horik: Dis be lat’s house? Lat left his chest open now lat’s stuff b mine!

Elf: Put my stuff back or else I will take it back!

Horik: Listen ye puny elf bak off, lat dont want to mess with mi!

“He unsheathes his axe and it catches the elfs’e eye”

Elf: Al.....alright just dont come back!

“See’s the elf’s fear”

Horik: Haha, I wil try not tu lat.

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?

Horik: AHH! I b hungry! Gib mi food!

Trader: Oh here take some bread!

“The trader hands Horik the bread”

“Horik noms the bread feeling relieved that his hunger was met”

Horik: Dank you, here take dis.

“Horik hands the man 10 minas”

Trader: Thank you my friend, would you like to purchase some wares?

Horik: Unless lat hav a diamond axe then nub

Trader: Well I do have one let me go get it for you.

“The trader rummages through a chest and takes out the diamond axe”

Trader: Here you go.

“Gives Horik the diamond axe”

Horik: Hmmm? How much?

Trader: 500 minas

Horik: Deal! Gimme the sword lat.

“Horik hands the trader the sword”

“The trader hands the axe to Horik”

Horik: Dank you lat, mi much appreciate dis.

Trader: No problem, G’day.

Horik: Gug’ye

“Horik walks away and continues his travels”

[UltraRed 78]

Evaluating.

[UltraRed 78]

Accepted.

[UltraRed 78]

Moved to Accepted Forum

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