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Out-Of-Character Details

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:Baldur_Ironfist

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name:Bofric

How old are you?: 25

In-Character Details

Character Name:Baelic

Character Race:Dwarf

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

Childhood:

Life was simple on the mainland, the small town near the Vale sat right on the edge of the water.

It was connected by a bridge that led to the Holy Hammerite Isle of Ironrock. An island full of life

inhabited by the faithful.

Baelic was born on the mainland, son of a dwarf father and Dwarf mother. Baelic's father was a retired

Hammerite Smithee and mine worker. He had retired from the order but not from his faith, and he raised

his son Baelic in the Hammerite faith. He raised Baelic to be kind to all creatures and only to use

his skills for the Order and for good and righteous causes. Life at Belic's house was pretty simple,

His father wanted Baelic to go into the order and trained him early on in the art of Smithing and Stonework.

His family lived decent not poor not wealthy, all in the mainland were tasked with helping in some way, supply gathering

and the such. One day Baelic's father was working on some metal in his small forge when the small town gathered out in front of

their homes. The Holy Hammerite Selectives were walking through the town, They were looking for ones granted with The Master Builders gifts.

Usually these would be children who had begun to show themselves as having potential to serve The Master Builder in skilled craft.

It was a great honor to be selected. Baelic had been training his entire childhood for these rare moments when The Selective seeked

out those to answer the calling. Belic was presented by his father to a balding human Hammerite Selective.

Baelic shied away and The Selective smiled and said "Come child show me what you can do," So Baelic walked over to his Fathers Anvil and took

a rod of orange glowin iron that had been sitting in the fire. He brushed his sides and picked up a hammer and with blinding speed began to

Hammer out the shape of pickaxe. One of the men in the group clapped his hands in approval. Such a young child able

to do this clearly showed potential. Baelic had finished his slightly crude axe head and the presented it to The Selective.

The Selective were pleased and soon made arrangements with Baelic's parents for the child to be trained on IronRock Keep.

Adulthood:

Baelic now aged to look about as old a 30yo human.

Baelic has lived on the Main Island for quite some time now, he is bald, by choice. He has a Big scruffy beard, and can often be seen wearing his

traditional Hammerite Garb. His nose is round he stands about 4 foot tall and 200lbs. He wears a special ring from his father that he had recieved in the order. an obsidian stone encased in strengthened iron ring. Life for Baelic consists mainly of Studying the religion and training his skills to the peak under his master, Bofric.

Baelic trains under Bofric in the art of Smithing and Stonework. Baelic at this point is brimming with pride in his life, his craft is becoming better. he is gaining knowledge

every day that passes. His faith is strong and he pours over ancient Hammerite texts in the grand library, everyday reciting the chants.

Many years have passed, he takes after his Master, Bofric. Baelic is gruff and looks unapproachable. If you look past that though he has a deep kindness for all living things

especially those weaker and smaller than he. He was trained by the Order to help those in need and smite the wicked. Baelic is over eager

and over confident. He is not arrogant but sure of himself in any situation even ones where he is clearly outmatched, He doesnt take no for an answer, and has a drive

to learn all that he can from the Order and to eventually become a Master himself. He has no notions of marriage, it is forbidden for dedicated Hammerites to marry.

and this is where we leave off of young Baelic a book waiting to be filled with future chapters...

Baelic feared only one thing currently and it wasnt life or hardships, it was the blasted.. Ducks. He hates the foul creatures as the ones on IronRock he was sure of were out to get him. Always sneaking up behind him and quacking as loud as possible to scare him.

What are your characters ambitions?: To become a master of his craft, a Master Miner and Master Smithee. Too rise as high as he could within the order and teach newer memebers the Hammerite ways.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:Im having a slight problem obtaining a skin. I have a friend thats gonna make one for me.

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He also likes apples and freshly squeezed applejuice.

Open-Response-Questions

Anwser at least two of the below questions with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

Dorin looks around the city, passing by all the shops. This is his first time here and he soon comes across a fellow dwarf, "'ail Sir! what are ye selling 'ere?" Baelic asks the Dwarf who appears to be looking a little worse for ware.

Ah goodda sir, i be selling some trinkets 'n metal i find among my travels! would ye be interested in anythin? Dorin looks over everything and decides nothing interests him. "nay nothin i could use at the mo' 'Ave a blessed day sir". As Doring turns to leave he notices the Dwarf really isnt in the best of health and was visibly saddened that he had not purchased anything. Baelic turns back and questions him.

Oi, you! You alright sir? Ye look a little wobblly. ye need some 'elp?

"Nay i'll be alright, money is a bit tight and i 'avent got enuv to see a healer for wut ails me.*he coughs*

Baelic furrows his brow, visibly upset at the Dwarves misfortune. *Baelic wiggles his hands into his pack and pulls out a bag of minas.

"Oi! oldman, I believe you dropped this bag. *handing over the bag of minas to the sick Dwarf the Dwarves eyes widen in surprise. *seeing that the dwarf was about to make alot of ruckus and excitement he clamped his mouth shut and said "Oi,

just shut up and take. git wut ails ya fixed and dinnae ye worry about payin me back. 'Ammerites ave little use fer minas. 'Owever if ye feel like ye must do sometin ta settle yer debt visit the 'Ammerite island and see what we be about. *Baelic straightens himself* and clears his throat* "Now you 'ave a good day sir"

*Baelic walks away*

Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:

"Oi! Baelic shouts, and rushes to the old mans aide. What in the blazes are ye doin oldman!? *Baelic helps the oldman to his feet and guides him to a nearby boulder and sits him down.

the oldman sounding feeble tells Baelic what is going on. "Well i was just on my way home young dwarf, i live just o'er the hill there. My daughter is waiting for me, Might ye help an old man get home? " Baelic agrees* Aye ill get ya 'ome old man but first thins first. we cant a've ya going all cattywampus, ye gonna need

a new stick and ta git yer money off the ground 'fore we ferget it." Now ye sit right there n ill look fer a new stick. *Baelic goes off and searches the grass on the side of the road near some old oak trees and finds a fallen branch* "Oi! old man " he says breaking off some excess stick parts* Try this on fer size." *the old man takes it and tests it out seeing that it will do*

Oh thank ye lad yea have done me a service, now if ya could help em gather the money ill be right on my way, by the way would ya care to have supper with my daughter and i? She cooks a mean ole duck if i do say so myself. *the old man chuckles* Baelic makes an alarmed face at the word of Duck, but figures it would be rude to turn down the old man and decides its better than a live one.*

Aye, i would be 'onored *says Baelic, as he picks up the old mans money he slips a little bit of his own in with it. and smiles knowing later the oldman would find a nice surprise*, The two walks off down the road Dorin by the old mans side as they exchange stories*

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