[✔] [Accepted] Chongojdragonski's Application

[ChonGojDragonski 317]

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - ChonGojDragonski

How old are you?: - 15

What time-zone do you live in?: - Pacific Time

Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: - Yes, I've RPed on both Forums and other Servers

Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: -  Yes, though I'm not comfortable listing.

Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): - Yes, though I'm not comforatable listing.

How did you hear about us?: - A friend mentioned this server.

What do you think the server will be like? - I think it will be quite strict with the RP, however, I believe that the RP  will be more balanced and consistent.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - Yes I have.

What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - The rule that you may not start out as a Noble or a member of Royalty. I enjoy working my way up through the Social Heigharcy, both IC and OOC.

Definitions

This
is simply so that we can get an understanding of how much you know
about roleplaying. Feel free to Google the answers, but make sure that
you write the reply in your own words, not another website / person's!

What is roleplaying?: - Roleplaying is when you act a certain roll, whether it's high fantasy, or an everyday thing such as going to work.

What’s metagaming?: - When you act on something you've learned OOC, IC, without taking the time to learn it IC.

What’s powergaming?: - Powegaming is whenever you act in a ridiculously powerful way. This is sometimes confused with Godmodding which is whenever you react for the other person, not giving them a chance to fight or say anything back. This is often confused and/or done differently depending on the server.

In-Character Information

Now
you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable!
Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with
a character that you actually want to play.

What’s your character called?: - Urathal Stonebeard

What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Dwarves, Mountain Dwarves

What sex are they?: - Male

How old are they?: - 73 (in human years. He's in his prime as a Dwarf.)

Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family: - Urathal was born in a small mining settlement created by the Grand Kingdom of Urgan. His family was a regular one in the hundreds of familys that lived there. This was of course until the cave in. Urathal was a strange Mountain Dwarf. Though he enjoyed mining deep in the Earth like the others, he also enjoyed the outside. He'd often play with the other Dwarves, pretending to be a brave Dwarven Warrior. He remembered fantasizing King Thorin Grandaxe, labeling him as his best warrior, and his champion. Yes, all was good in Urathal's life. Those were the days, when all he had to worry about was the occasional cave in and a scrape with the bigger boys.

 

One day when Urathal had an argument with his mother, he was outside muttering angirly to himself. Suddenly, the grond began to rumble. Urathal immediately bent down as if he was in a cave in, but he realised he was above ground. He looked around confused and tried to keep his feet when he suddenly saw the mountain! It was shaking violently like the ground was. It was like an above ground cave in! As Urathal stayed low to the ground, away from any trees that could fall down and hurt him, he suddenly heard a massive crash, and it continued even after the shaking stopped. Suddenly, a massive section of the mountain seemed to cave in on its self. By god, it was caving in!

 

Urathal ran forward past the fields as fast as he could. By the time he arrived at the mountain, the shaking had stopped. As he arrived, he frowned. It seemed he'd arrived at the wrong spot, the exit was not where it should have been. He ran around for a bit, and after a mile he turned back. As he arrived at the same point, huffing and puffing, his face red, he realised, he was at the entrance! The entire thing had been caved in. Urathal ran forward and tried to pry away some of the rocks. As he pushed one away it began to shake a little again, and rocks began to fall, and as Uratahl succried away and fell down on his back, and the dust cleared, even more rocks were covering the entrance way. Urathal layed his head against the boulders and weeped till night fell.

 

Urathal blinked his eyes as he woke up. The past few months had been a blur. The mountain collapse, the hard walk through the lands of Anthos, trying to reach Kal'Azgoth. Arriving there, and instead of being helped and cared for, being thrown out into the street like a common street urchin. He had to beg for food just to survive. Days had turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Urathal was tired of it. He got up and walked into an ally, determined to make life better for himself. He took a wrong turn and found himself in an alley way that was a dead end. He turned around and found two Dwarves blocking his path. He asked them what they wanted, his hands balling up into fists at his sides. The two looked at each other and smiled knowningly, then they both jumped on Urathal.

 

Urathal did not remember much. What he did remember was fists flying, and feet kicking. He remembered his nose breaking and beginning to bleed, and giving a black eye to one of his assailants. He remembered being pulled away, he remembered blacking out as the assailants turned onto his savior. He woke in a comforatable bed, his injuries being tended to by a Dwarf with a Grey Beard and Large, Grey, bushy eyebrows, which all but covered his eyes. He was smoking a big pipe when he said, "That was the most pitiful display I've ever seen. You should be ashamed to call yourself a Mountain Dwarf." Urathal blinked his eyes confused. He'd woken up here, and the first thing this man said to him was an insult? "There were two of them," Urathal says defensively. The Old Man stared at him and gave a hearty laugh that sounded like stones rolling down a hill. "Yes, and they gave you a good whooping."

 

The Old Man tended to his wounds, as he closed his kit he said, "Where you from boy?" Urathal took a deep breath and said, "I was from a mining settlement sent by King Grandaxe. However, some above ground cave in happened and the mountain caved in. I was the only survivor." The Old Man looked at him in what Urathal thought was suspicion. "How come you were the only one that survived?" "I had been bad the other day, and my mother punished me by forcing me to go out into the sunlight." The Old Man accepted his lie readily enough, and as he was nodding his head he asked, "So you've got no where to go? No one to care for you?" Urathal nodded his head silently. "No one, no where."

 

The Old Man stared at him for what seemed like hours, suddenly he said, "How would you like to be my apprentice. An apprentice Blacksmith." Urathal shruggedd his shoulders. "A jobs a job." "You're damn right it is, and you'll be bloody thankful before I throw you out to those boys again." Urathal sucked in his pride and said, "Thank you..." "Gravelfoot" the Old man filled in. And so, Urathals life began. He woke up at Dawn everyday to tend the bellows and cook breakfest for Gravelfoot. He learned how to craft the finest armor in all of Kal'Azgoth, or so he claimed. One day, when Gravelfoot died, he passed on all his possessions to Urathal Stonebeard. In truth, Gravelfoot had been an old man when he took Urathal in. Much to old to be doing Blacksmith work. He had come to regard Urathal as a son, and he wanted him to have what little he owned.

 

Urathal closed up shop and hefted his Warhammer. He was dressed in his finest armor, and he had the most beatiful Warhammer he had ever crafted. He was going to follow his dream. He was going to join the Royal army, under King Thorin Grandaxe. When Urathal joined, things were far different than what he had expected. He had thought that life in the army would be magnificent duels in front of fair maidens, and hard work to hone there skills. Hardwork it was, however, there were no duels, and fine ladies. There was however, hauling large rocks up and down abandoned mineshafts. Hours upon hours of tedious training with not just the warhammer, the sword, and the axe as well. When his enlistment time finished, Urathal left, gladly.

 

However, Urathal never forgot his dream of being a famous warrior. Urathal trained day and night with his Warhammer. He explored all the land of Anthos, learning what he could. He still has much to learn, but what is the destination without the journey?

What are they like (personality)?: - Urathal is extremely loyal and will stick by his friends no matter what. However, he is often hostile, sarcastic, and cruel to newcomers that aren't Dwarves. He is sadistic, so he enjoys cuasing pain to others battle, often breaking many Limbs with his warhammer, before finishing them off. He is also kind to others that are less fortunate than him. He remembers what is was like to be orphaned, begging in the streets of Kal'Azgoth. He'll often hand little trinkets and buables to the neiborhood orphans, and he is known for caring for other small creatures that he finds in the tunnels such as Rats, Moles, and even the occasional cat when they wander into the tunnels and can not get out. He is a strong man, that will fight loyally with his fellow Dwarves and friends, but he is also rash and cruel.

What are their ambitions?: - He wishes to horde the most riches in all of Anthos, and plans to be a teacher to other young Dwarves who show potential in the arts of war and mining.

Do they have any special skills?: - He is tall for his kind, averaging at around 5 feet. He is also quite powerful, his strength honed by the years of military training and mining. He is heavily resistant to Magic, and has good skill in Blacksmithing.

What are their weaknesses?: - Sadistic, Cruel, often makes enemies quickly and often. He also has obsessive compulsive order, especially when it comes to his own horde.

Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - His hair is a dark red, which extends down to his long beard. He often dress plainly, when not in armor. He is built like a blacksmith and appears to be quite

 

Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -

[aron. 427]

 

Although I am suspicious this may be an alt of some sort, your application was well written, and IP didn't match anyone. I'd be really thankful if you PM'd me exactly why you are not comfortable linking previous applications. In any case, please wait patiently for a GM to whitelist you.

[aron. 427]

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[Neri 3590]

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