[✔] [Accepted] [Alt][Human] Arthur Kronin

[z3m0s 1957]

Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

Main Account Name: Z3m0s (crusher was the account i made my first character on, but z3m0s is now my main)
Alternate Account Name: Crusher32
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: UTC +10:00
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've played on this server for a few months with many role-play encounters, as well as various other  minecraft roleplay servers.

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

Role-playing: Role-playing is acting/playing as a character performing with what your character would do not yourself

Meta-gaming:Using information you no but your character does not to roleplay or make discussions

Power-emoting: Power-emoting is forcing an emote on someone not giving them a chance to counter to react for instance *kills bob* which is force emoting so u would have to say *try's to stab bob* for example

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

Full Name: Arthur Kronin
Current Age: 27
Race: Human
Sub-race (if any): Halfling
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Young Arthur Kronin Was born into a small hut in Dunwood, living a very normal life getting a job plowing fields as soon as he could for pocket money he would spend on first of all a very sharp carving knife, that he used to make statues out of wood which he bought with the remainder of his pocket money, He would sit for hours on end carving away making what ever his heart desired, letting his mind run free with not a care in the word besides what he was carving. People began to notice his statues for he would display them on the ledge of his small bedroom window, they began to ask were these were coming from, how they were made, would he sell them.

 

One day he struck on it "yes!, that's it" he said "I shall carve things for people and sell them, so i can do what i wish for a job and not be burdened with this boring farming job till my demise. So, as planned he began taking orders from various workmen house wives even children, who requested toys,handles for tools, he began to branch off into making all things wood, crafting stools, bookshelves, bed-frames, even house decorations.

 

Until one day when he had come back from delivering his requested wood items's, he found his door wide open with 3 men scrounging threw all his belongings with no care at all, as Arthur entered his house in a rage, something about seeing all his carefully carved wooden implements and items being broken and trashed made him very angry, for this was his life.. he had devoted everything to this now out of no were faceless men in minuted had destroyed half of his life, "STOP!" he shouted, "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!", they looked plain faced at Arthur the seemed leader of the three drew a letter form his pocket " here boy, i have a letter form the king, we are sent here on suspicion of treason when we are sure you are not guilty we shall vacate until then please cooperate".

 

Arthur would not stand for this even though this was signed by the king he could not let this happen, "OY!" he said, "YOU BASTARDS HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I VACATE YOU ONE LIMB AT A TIME", the leader turned with a grin on his face "hah!, is that so.. well you better get to burning this hut down boys we only have 5 minutes left, AHAHAHA", he chuckled turning back to the men signaling them to continue there search for any suspicious items, Arthur could not help it as the leader turned make to his 2 henchmen he withdrew his very sharp knife he had sharpened earlier that day and slowly gripping the knife firmly in his hand crept up behind the leader as he stood watching the henchmen.

 

He gritted his teeth as he quickly grabbed the mans forehead pulling his head back and then proceeded to slit the mans jugular. The two quite large henchmen turned hearing the loud noise of there commander/leader dropping to the ground, they realized what had happened and looked towards the now hyperventilating Arthur holding the bloody carving knife firmly in his hand, Arthur realized if he stayed put he would most definitely die, so he hastily sheathed his knife as he ran out the door with the two henchmen following suit. This story was only none because of a young writer who had been passing by when he heard Arthur yell, he sat silently watching the four men threw the small window Arthur used to display his wooden statues. That was the last anyone from Dunwood had heard anything from him, there be many story's as to what happened to him but only he himself will ever now.

Ambitions for the Future: Arthur wish's to stay low and disguise himself, and blend in and try to start up a new life some were quiet.
Personality: Very loving man, utmost respect for all races, with a particular interest in orc's, very rarely has a bad day, but when he does it is a VERY BAD DAY.
Skills: Highly skilled in wood crafting,  moderate tool making skills,  poor weapon sharpening, moderate stealth skills, great fist fighting techniques but quite poor vision and and unbelievably terrible memory when it comes to names, near unable to wear armor for he has quite weak legs and bad balance.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Thick black hair and beard with much shrubbery, leaves and filth in his hair, warm blue clothing with multiple layers.   ( i attached a screenshot but not sure if it worked or not, if not i can post it again if need be)
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is not in the most mentally stable position at this point in his life.

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