[✔] [Accepted] [Dwarf] Ragnar Valwark Application

[KarRuptAssassin 16]

Out-Of-Character
Information

Please
fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the
essential details are accurate.

 

Minecraft
Account Name: KarRuptAssassin   

How old
are you?:16 Years Old

Time-Zone:
Central Standard Time

Have you
read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes I do.

What
previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have roleplayed through
Dungeons and Dragons, League of Legends, World of Warcraft, Warcraft 3, Lord of
the Rings Online, and several other websites such as Runescape.

How did
you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend told me about the server:
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applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A

Have you
posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link
above): I have attempted to several times and yet my application has not shown
up.

Have you
read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in
your biography?: Yes I will.

 

Definitions

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

 

Role-playing:
Taking turns describing actions done by a character to play out a scene or
plot.

Meta-gaming:
Using information that would not be known by the character but by the player.

Power-emoting:
Completely dominating a role-play without any possibilities of a fair fight.
For example: The assassin sneaks up under the cover of darkness and quickly
slits the throats of the guards, their blood spraying the ground before they
have a chance to react. The assassin stealthily lowers the two guards down in
the shadows and sneaks inside the heavily fortified base without a sound.

 

In-Character
Information:

Complete
the following biography on your character:

 

Full
Name: Ragnar Valwark

Current
Age:22

Sub-race
(if any): Mountain Dwarf

Clan (if
any): Grandaxe Clan

Past /
History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

            Ragnar has always been a rather
quiet person, even as a child. He would go off to work in the shop of his
father, Harbon Valwark and at a very early age, had started to help craft the
tools and armor that were used on a daily basis by the other dwarves. His
father was a very stern, stubborn man that always pushed him, always made him
do his best, nit-picking at every single job that he had ever done. Whether it
were a simple pickaxe to an exquisite shield, his father would excruciatingly
examine every piece, making sure it was the best, as he only promised the best
for the clan. On more than one occasion, his father destroyed his flawed works
right in front of him, scolding him for his bad job. After a long enough time
of this, Ragnar became a timid, rather shy beardling. He was always too afraid
of being criticized by others.

            Ragnar’s mother on the other hand,
was caring but strong. She was a blunt, strong woman with the caring, loving
touch of a butterfly. She could be very mean if provoked, but was usually a
very loving mother. Ragnar grew to love his mother, but always respected his
father no matter what. His father was the one to really make him push to do his
very best in everything, while his mother was there to help him realize that he
would fail in life, and that everything can be done better. As Ragnar grew , he
learned much more, such as what kinds of welds would make the strongest armor,
what would make the best base for his weapons, and what would help him work
faster to produce good work in the least amount of time.

            When he hit 18 years old, his father
sent him into the mines to help with gathering supplies, as he was working 24/7
to create armor and weapons for the dwarves to protect Khaz'A'Zhar as the orcs
were attacking.  As Ragnar was returning
with two heavy sacks of minerals for ingots, he watched as a squadron of orcs
charged into the area, quickly bum rushing the blacksmiths. He quickly drops
both of the bags and runs to the shop, grabbing his hefty double-ended battle
axe from his back. He charges in to see his father bravely defending off two
orcs, each with a one handed battle axe and a steel tower shield that Ragnar had
crafted only days before. He quickly charges in, tackling the orc swinging at
his father, aiming for the exposed flesh of his arm holding the shield. Ragnar
quickly knocks the sword out of the orc’s hand, his boot coming down on the
orc’s wrist as he reaches for it.  He
turns to see how his father is fairing only to see the orc attacking him make a
feint and quickly stab his father in the chest, the sword breaking off in his
chest cavity.

            Ragnar’s eyes go wide as he watches
his father crumple, not seeing as the orc below him grabs a dagger from his
boot. The orc swings the dagger, slicing the tender flesh of the back of his
left leg. Ragnar yells out in pain and falls down onto a knee. He grabs at his
bloody leg and then down at the orc, swinging for another slash with the
dagger. The dwarf quickly grabs the dagger, the sharp edges digging into the
flesh of his palm as he stops the dagger. He struggles against the orc, who was
still trying to push it into his leg. He quickly pushes the orc’s hand up and lets
go, the orc foolishly stabbing itself in the eye. Ragnar smirks and gives a
small chuckle before looking back up at the orc that had just stabbed his
father. He glares and quickly pushes himself up, ignoring the pain radiating
from his cut calf. He jumps at the orc, raising his heavy battle axe above his
head. He swings down at the orc, the startled creature letting out a growled
yelp as it raises its’ broken sword to defend himself. Needless to say, the
battle axe easily comes down, pushing past the broken sword and slicing through
the thin metal of the orc’s helmet. 

            Ragnar lets out a snarl as the orc
crumples to the ground, dead. He then quickly returns to his father, kneeling
beside him and grabbing his arm, checking for a pulse. “My boy, you ‘ave impressed
me far more than you think… Protect your mum.. Y-You’re the man o’ the ‘ouse
now…” he says, coughing up blood. Ragnar puts his head down, trying not to cry
in his father’s final moments as to allow his father to see him as strong
before he dies. He squeezes his hand tightly and smiles down at him “I.. I love
you, pop…” Ragnar replies, his voice almost cracking as he feels his words
about to get caught in his throat. “I ‘ove you too…” he replies, squeezing his
hand tightly before his grip goes light, his eyes shutting tightly.  Ragnar sits there, staring at his father in
disbelief as he feels the rough calluses on his hands from years of hard work.
He grabs his battle axe, heaves it onto his shoulder, and jogs out into the
chaos of the village. He quickly runs back to his home just around the corner
from the shop and goes inside to see his mother beating back an orc, another
one dead on the floor beside her. He quickly runs up and axes the orc in the
back, the orc making a loud gasp in surprise in pain before dropping free. He
wrenches the axe free and looks up at his mother, tears in his eyes. “Pop..
Pop’s dead…” he says, looking down at the ground, his thick red goatee rustling
against his dirty gray tunic. She pulls him into a tight hug, brief but loving,
before quickly pulling away. “Come on, we have to help the village.” His mother
says, swiftly walking out the door and into the chaos. He nods, throws on a
helmet, gives a throaty war cry, and rushes out after her, readying his double
bladed axe.

 

Ambitions
for the Future: Ragnar wishes to become a master blacksmith such as his father
and own his own shop, creating weapons and inventing armor to ensure that
another tragedy such as his own is not repeated.

Personality:
Somewhat timid and shy. Stays rather quiet most of the time but he is very
strong and very respectful. Is usually very aggressive towards anyone that even
mentions his past, not wanting to remember the horror of watching his own
father die before him.

Skills:
Very Skilled Blacksmith, Average woodcutter, Very good with building.

Appearance
(this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Rather rugged, tall for
his race. He has a red goatee that is typically black with the coal dust from
working the forge. His hands are large and callused, giving him an even more
rugged look.  http://i.imgur.com/XvTFenJ.png

Any
other details you wish to share about your character: A long scar goes down
from above his right eyebrow to below his right eye.

 

Open-Response-Questions

Each
question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which
must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do
not break character or lore at any point.

____

 

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:
Ragnar is just about to head back up to the surface when he spots the glint of
diamonds on the other side of the ravine that he is precariously close to. He
looks at the diamonds then down at the steep drop and smirks. He thinks to
himself for a moment, taking in the deepness of the ravine before he shrugs off
the bag of minerals. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a large length of
rope and three sharp iron needles, each several inches thick. He pushes one
into a solid area of ground and knocks it in carefully with the end of his
pickaxe before securely tying the rope to it. He ties the other end of rope to
his belt and makes sure it’s secure. Then slides the handle of his trusty
pickaxe into a loop on his belt and grabs both iron picks. He then holds both
and makes his way to the bridge, 
grabbing an empty sack and looping it through his belt as well before he
makes sure each iron pick is tied to his hand with a thick sturdy piece of
rope, the rope leading into his arm cuffs. He gently eases himself over the
bridge and as soon as he feels it about to crumble, he leaps with as much might
as he can muster, throwing himself onto the other side just as it collapses,
leaving him on the other side. He smirks and puts his pick to the ground and
grabs his pick, using the end of it to drive it into the ground as he had the
other one. He then goes about mining the diamonds, putting each one in the sack
with care, not to drop or damage them. He then tied it off to his belt and
clips his pick into his belt loop, a small piece of leather wrapping around it
to keep it from falling off. He then grabs the rope and swings down onto it,
hanging from it. He waits a moment before taking his feet off of the ground
from the other side, and slowly edges himself across. He then pulls himself up
the other side, and pulls his pick from the ground, pulling the rope above his
head to dislodge the other one and pull it across. Ragnar then puts the picks
and rope back into his pack, throws the full pack over his shoulder, and heads
up to the surface to spread the good news of his most recent find.

 

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:
Ragnar sips his ale as he relaxes at the bar. He sighs and rubs his face with
his large hand, exhausted from working all day on a new prototype axe. He hears
the small dwarf crying and takes a peek from the corner of his eye, noticing
the small wooden hammer toy. He grabs his ale and sits closer to him and
reaches over, gently squeezing his shoulder when he sees the shady dwarves
standing and coming towards the dwarf with a dagger in their hand. He turns to them,
his ale sloshing somewhat. “Aye, what do ye’ plan on doing? Ye’ better leave
him alone or that dagger will be the last thing you see as it goes into your
own dimwitted skull. Now, SCRAM.” Ragnar commands, growling at the two. They
quickly leave and he turns back to the bartender “Get the young man an ale.” He
replies, putting a few coins down on the bar and rubbing the young dwarf’s
back, trying to comfort him.

 

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:
Ragnar had had a very good day of mining, having just gotten several diamonds
and couldn’t wait to get back to his shop to start working on a new prototype
he had in mind when he hears the voice. He turns and sees the bar-owner
standing there, ale in hand. Ragnar wondered as to why the man had been down
there. “Oi! What are ye’ doin down here?” he asks, curious as to why a bar
owner would be down in the depths of a mineshaft. He feels the point of a
dagger in the back of his neck and a scruffy voice commanding him.  “If ye’r smart you’ll drop the sack…” he
says, pushing the dagger somewhat deeper. By the eagle tip and the voice Ragnar
could tell that it was in fact a dagger he made and who had ordered it. He
groans and drops the bag in front of him, watching as the hand reached around.
He quickly grabs the arm and yanks forward, pulling the dwarf off balance and
making him fall onto his back. He quickly goes down onto a knee, his armored
leg cutting into the thief’s neck. He wrestles the dagger from the thief,  cutting his hand as he does. Ragnar then
looks up just as the bartender comes at him with a longsword. He quickly
parries the sword with the small dagger, hooking the eagle tip of the dagger
into the side of the sword and deflecting it, pulling it away from him
effectively. He grabs the hilt of the sword and holds it up against the neck of
the bartender, the thief dead from suffocation. He stands, walking slowly with
the bartender as the bartender walks backwards from the sword. “L-Look, im
sorry..” he replies, his foot scattering stones at the edge of a chasm. Ragnar
smirks and presses the tip of the sword into the dwarf’s neck, only to pull it
away. “I forgive ye’ just don’t try it again..” he replies, walking back to his
cloth sack when he hears the familiar click of a boot knife being unholstered.
He quickly turns and swings the flat side of the blade at the bartender,
catching him off guard, the knife falling from his hand as he flails backwards,
cutting his hand as he grabs the sword to try and steady himself. With a loud
yell, the bartender falls off the edge to his death. Ragnar looks down into the
chasm and then throws the sword down and walks back to the thief. He grabs him
by his shirt and rifles through his pockets, pulling out a few coins before
dragging him to the edge. He then pushes the body off the side and kicks the
sword off the side as well, before walking back, grabbing his sack of metals
and minerals, and heading back up to the surface.

[cruzazul 2815]

 

A very good application, it was nice to see you go into so much detail. Welcome to Lord of the Craft. Please wait patiently for a GM to implement you. If you have any questions don't be afraid to send me a message.

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