[✔] [Accepted] The Dwarf Dizzy

[Dizzy771 900]

Link to minecraft forum post: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__2800

my post is at the bottom of that page

 

 

 

Out-Of-Character Information

Minecraft Account Name: Dizzy771
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: PST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Many role play
servers with minecraft and with other games (such as GMod, but they are a bit less RP orientated then there minecraft counterparts)
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: From a friend who is on 
the server
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:

Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:

Role-playing: To cast away your own personality and person to play the in game persona that you have created for yourself. If you are a calm person in real life but an angry on in game then you must successfully convey the sense of your characters emotions and how he acts.
Meta-gaming: The use of your personal knowledge that your in-game character should not know about
Example: Knowing exactly the way to your victims house as an assassin, yet you have never heard of said person ever.
Power-emoting: To abuse the RP system to your own gain in such a way that it can not be countered by anyone
Example: Bob kills everyone with a hug bomb.

In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:

Full Name: Dizzy Torhild
Current Age: 80 years (young for a Dwarf)
Sub-race (if any): Dwarf (Dwarf)
Clan (if any): Dizzy's linage is nigh untraceable, leaving whom he is related to a mystery. The name Torhild is an assumed name, because who wants to go around without a last name eh? Perhaps one day Dizzy will find to which clan he belongs or maybe he will find a long forgotten name.
Past / History:
When Dizzy was very young he lived a simple life with his father. His father was his only family due to the fact that his mother was deceased, she died giving birth to him. Dizzy's father was a poor man who worked as a mine worker in one of the smaller community's near the out-skirts of the Dwarven Kingdoms domain. Whilst in the mines one day Dizzy's father was foully murdered, but it was not any simple murder, it was an Orcish raid on their fair community! At the time of the raid Dizzy was about 30 and was of enough size to defend him self  from any of his assailants. Rushing to his fathers work site he was filled with anguish... his own father lying in a pool of blood surrounded by dwarf and orc body's alike, strewn across the area as if a child had left its toys out after play. Tears in his eyes he knelt beside the still figure of his father, his father stirred slightly. Filled with hope he examined his father only to have his heart fall, he was covered in mortal wounds. “Dizzy......” came a rasping whisper which caused Dizzy to jump “Listen to me my boy......” it was his father. “I am proud of you son... but you must get as many people out of here as you can” he broke off in a fit of blood filled coughing and continued “In our home....My room....a chest...take...my key.....” it was clear that his father did not have much time left. Pulling in a large gasp of air his father continued “There is a helmet inside....it belonged to your great grandfather.....it is yours now...may it serve you well.....next to it there should be enough money for you to make it to one of the large Dwarven holds......” Tears where now flowing freely from Dizzy's eyes. “Now go...save everyone you can and go....and know I love you...” Dizzy wept as his fathers breathing faltered and finally stopped. Running back to his home and evading orcs on the way Dizzy gathered the items he needed, an old axe, some food, the money, and the shining helm his father spoke of. He marvelled at the artistry and skill that went into the helms forging, but was cut short in his examination by screams from outside. The orcs had started moving towards his district, seeing as they had stop to loot, pillage and burn the other quarters first. Equipping him self with his gear he charged outside to find panicking citizens and the remains of the community's guards holding back the orcs, but it was a losing battle. One of the guards noticed him and broke formation to meet him “You look like a strong, smart lad” he said “We will fight until death, I need you to take all the innocents out of here, now!” Dizzy nodded and gathered the panicking Dwarfs and led them to an old abandoned mine shaft his father used to talk about. “My father used to tell me that there was a way to the surface through this shaft” he explained. Breaking down the cover to the shaft he lead them through and into darkness. After hours upon hours of walking through the dark musty network of caverns they finally reached the surface. The many different refuges split and went there separate ways but one of them approached Dizzy. “Thank you for saving us lad.... but I must ask...where will you go?” the man asked “I do not to be honest” “Why dont you come with me? I have a large family in one of the larger citys.” Pondering the idea, Dizzy finally decided to accept the offer “alright, thank you for your kindness.” Fast forward past the long travel to the city Dizzy meets the mans family. “Welcome lad, we thank you what you did in saving some of our family!” Some Dizzy's new family where smiths and the others soldiers. Ever wanting to learn more Dizzy learned the ability to fight. After become a good fighter Dizzy felt something was missing....sitting down he pulled off his helmet to admire it “that is it....I warrior and a smith! I can forge an axe and armor to fit my fathers helm!” Learning the trade of the smith from his extended family he began to feel a bit more complete. The story now plays out as it happens....ever changing, ever advancing.

Ambitions for the Future: To become a larger part in both the Dwarven military and Dwarven politics in order to properly protect the Dwarven populace 
Personality:Calm, slow to anger but when he does become angry his inner furnace flares like a red hot furnace. Respectfully and a quick thinker. Intelligent, a virtue his father tried very hard to give his son as he did not have the luxury of advanced learning himself.
Skills:Axe fighting and smithing
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):Dark brown colored hair with matching eyes. Always wears his helm. 
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Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Incredible Loyal to his friends and allies but knows that they are not always right.

Open-Response-Questions

1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?

Answer: "A Dwarf can not with stand the gleaming call of a precious jewel such as that!" Dizzy exclaims. Examining the bridge he decides that it is highly unstable and not the best idea to cross. He goes looking for any materials or objects that would help him across the ravine. “If only I were a stone mason I would know if that bridge is truly safe enough or not.” Upon finding nothing Dizzy devises a plan. Taking some of his spare metal he fashions a crude hook and fastens it the the rock on his side of the raven. He attaches his rope to his waist and the hook and walks towards the thin walkway. “Now at least if it collapses I wont fall” delighted with the concept of the diamond on the other side he continues. Taking careful steps on the walkway he hears a loud crack, and the bridge collapses from under him. Taking a leap back and grabbing the rope fastened to his waste he is able to prevent his fall into the ravine. Climbing back up he looks at the gleaming diamond on the far side of the ravine “Maybe its not to be, I can accept that” he says philosophically “But if I got a bit richer I wouldn’t mind either!”  

2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?

Answer: Being the friendly character Dizzy is he walks over to the dwarf at the table and sits down. “Oi there friend whats the matter?” he says as the two shady men come closer. Pulling his axe out and sliding a menacing look in there direction he continues “Ahh thats better. I needed to get the haft of my axe out of my side there” Unfortunately it appears that one of the thug like dwarves did not get the message and he continues to advance. “Whats wrong there lad? Anything I can help with?” Dizzy asks the crying dwarf. “OI you there” the shady dwarf says to Dizzy “I need to have a talk with my friend.” “If all you want is talk then why do you have your knife out?” “Thats none of your bloody buisness.” “It is now” Dizzy says calmly standing up and planting his axe in the table, mere inches from the thug. “Cripes there's no need for that gentlmen” the bar owner says as he walks rushes to stop the commotion. “Of course my good man, I just needed to get a message across” Dizzy says calmly. “Here is some money for your table good bar keep. Follow me” he says to the crying dwarf. Asking where the dwarf lives Dizzy escorts him back and asks him about his problem, giving him any advice he can.

3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?

Answer: Taking quick note of the time it is and the appearance of the bar owner Dizzy decides that he is clearly a bit drunk. It would be bad to offend the simple offer of the bar owner “Of course my good man! I would love to have a drink!” Cautious still Dizzy enters the bar and sits down. Never fully lowering his guard Dizzy enjoys a drink with the bar owner.

[Ford 1996]

 

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