TharGla

Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: LavaLeprechaun How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: GMT Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've been Roleplaying since I was 6 - 7. - SAMP, Habbo, Runescape, Minecraft, IRL, WoW, RIFT, Warhammer Online. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: In 2011 when I first applied, succeeded and played, then I forgot about this. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...lavaleprechaun/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yeah, but it got denied :3 Have you read the Orcish lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yeah dawg. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Taking someones Role up like you would do in real life, breath like the character, eat like the character, become the character. Meta-gaming: Using OOC information, such as IG names and using that information IC. E.G "Hey Randomguy23(Minecraft username), wanna come on a journey with me?". Power-emoting: Power emoting is where you'd go behind someone and go /me raises his sword up, slicing down through Avril's body, killing her instantly. It's Powergame, so giving the player no chance, or doing something that you couldn't do. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Thar'Gorkil Current Age: 23 Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): c On one of the coldest known nights of the realm, a child was born, its red eyes glittered under the moonlight in the graveyard as his unknown mother passed away at the dead of night. The monstrous creature named Thar had dark red skin, he was a large child, and the cause of his Mothers death. It started when Thar's Mother met a young Orc called Ugal, Ugal was a light red skinned Orc, he had a short fuse and was almost drawn to violence. Thar's Mother and Ugal met under the moon, creating a child, for 9 month's she carried Thar, but on one of those dreadful nights Ugal had walked into the Misty Veil, a well known pub, and when he entered he did not like what he saw, he opened his eyes wide, observing the moves of Thar's Mother, to realize that she was serving other Orcs and flirting with them, when one of the younger Orcs, aged around 17 grabbed Her left arm, dragging her back and giving her a quick kiss he burst. Ugal slowly approached the young Orc, without any hesitation he got grip of his shoulders, pulling back, dragging him off the wooden stool that he was on, destroying the stool, making parts fly all over the room, after the action the Ugal had done he went further to kneel onto the young Orc, punching his face with force, quickly, screaming in anger. After many minutes of witnessing the brutal beating of the young Orc Thar's Mother quickly fled, trying to run as fast as she can, but Ugal was not going to let this slip, he grabbed a bottle, smashing it onto the surface of the bar, parts of the bottle flew apart, hitting the bartender in the eye, shredding it in two parts, Ugal started to run after her, they ran through farms, forrests, even ditches, until finally she couldn't run any longer, she walked into a graveyard, hiding behind a gravestone, this was where it happened, Ugal arrived not long after she had hid, but Thar's Mother had already started to give birth, screaming a little as Thar came out of her body, and within a few minutes of Ugal slowly approaching her, the child was born, she grabbed Thar, holding him in her arms, crying a little, rocking him side to side, but it was too late, Ugal had placed his right foot close to her, bending over, ripping Thar from her arms, ripping the tube apart from her. This was when the deathly beating of Thar's mother occurred, without any hesitation Ugal started to hit her with the glass bottle, on impact ripping the side of her head open, he then proceeded to kick her, finishing her off, within minutes she was dead on the floor, Thar crying and a bloody bottle lying on the floor. Thar grew up as a violent Orc, they say like Father like Son, in this case it was all too real, Thar was told by his father that his Mother was a wh*re, a worthless piece of trash and was killed by a group of rogue bandits, and Thar believed in it, he thought his mother was an utter disgrace without even knowing her. When Thar grew to the age of four he began to go to school, although this barely helped him, he was an Orc for starter, and no Orc is meant to go to school, but his anger and emotions were also one of the main reasons that he found it very hard to be around school, he would land his first fight when he was only Four and a half years old, an Orc who thought he owned Thar pushed him too far and Thar retaliated, attacking him, and biting into his upper arm, giving him scars of bite marks. When Thar had turned to the age of five he started to create a so called "Gang", otherwise known as a clan in his place of learning, although he pretended that he was a warrior and a clan leader it encouraged him too much to fight, upping his game of who's the boss around here, many of the Orcs he was around got hit or beaten once by Thar, over little things such as who's the leader of the group or over girls, even at his young age he was heavily attracted to them. Thar went through the years with an easy life style, people were feared of him and would do what he wanted them to do. When Thar turned to the age of seven he was introduced to the Gorkil clan, his father Ugal'Gorkil was part of the clan, not a well known member, but he was still part of the clan. Thar and his Father'd always train, whether it'd be in fighting or train knowledge about the Gorkil's, they'd always be training. Three total years passed and Thar had got even more popular, when he was only nine he created his first "gang" within school, but this was not long lasted, at the age of ten he left school for the clan, they were his only family, Ugal had died when going against the Dwarfs in a long battle, and was held in the Dwarven court where he was sentenced to death. With no family left he had no one to turn too but the clan, it was like one long run, a nightmare. Thar was trained well with many weapons, the Gorkil clan had trained him heavily with double sided axes, swords, daggers and bows, leading up to the first village raid that Thar participated in, when the raid happened Thar was ordered to take the head of the village earl, he did this quickly with multiple swings of his axe through the earls neck, other soldiers within the village were mounted on the side, warning anyone who may come close to stay away, as this was now territory of the Gorkil clan. As Thar started to engage in Puberty he started to face many troubles, his friends abandoned him because of the clan he was in, and many of the people he thought were friends were really his biggest enemies. Thar carried on pushing through the world, he executed many people whilst he was with the Gorkil, heard the screaming of many people getting slaughtered, but this just made him stronger. When Thar turned to the age of 15 he was already 7'3, but no longer did he wish to be associated with the Gorkil's, quickly he made his escape to the harsh mountain enviroment, putting all of his work together and in a whole becoming much more tough, he learnt to tame various animals, he had a large wolf named Fangs, who unfortunately died on a cliff accident when a large boar around the same size of him pushed him off, After Thar had witnessed the death of his only friend he took himself deep into the mountains, where he came across a group of Dwarfs, unfortunately Thar had been scarred as a child from when the Dwarfs murdered his Father, this event didn't trigger a positive reaction, one by one Thar slowly picked off the Dwarfs, eliminating many of the exits and food resources, and after months of doing this he had killed the occupants of the cave, they were all skinny bones. For years after this occurrence Thar had nightmares about how his Father would be disgraced about how he had abandoned the clan that he had try to make as best as possible, finally realized that he was a disgrace to his people, returning after many years of him being out on a large mountain was not pleasant, many people didn't recognize him as he was nearly 7'6, but he returned back to the Gorkil's, trying his hardest to achieve what he could. The only positive thing that he could say about the time he spent in the wilderness was life changing, he had fear, but with animals and beasts, none, he could fight a boar bare handed and rip its jaw open, Thar was tough now, tougher than ever. Ambitions for the Future: Trader of all heavy goods. Leader of a Tribe & Town. Breeder. Personality: Angry, brutal, non-forgiving, slob. Skills: Crafting, Taming/Breeding, Fighting. Survival. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character:He has mutilated parts of his body (Such as cuts) from before when he'd fight by the tradition of the Gorkil. 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. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react? Answer: *Slowly I'd turn to the Orc* Broda! Wuub ded yu zay! *Slowly I'd approach the Orc, my eyes'd be travelling around his body, inspecting his appearence* Orc; Come, let me teach you! *I'd give out a laugh, opening my mouth and beginning to talk* Yu zay dat I ned to learn to becum czivil! But yu are a dizcraze to da Orcz! Orc: Now now, no need to make this get out of hand! *I'd continue to walk towards the Orc, crunching my fists up into a ball* How bout I teech you of da Orc zavagry! *As I'd have reached him by now I'd look at him with a serious expression* Now, I giz yu one choiz! Yu take zat bak, or I hurtz you! Orc: Please, I- I won't bother you about this again! Just let me leave, ... I'll let you get back on with your Orcish ways.. Dat not ze anzwur I lookz fur! *I'd go to hit the Orc in the stomach from below* Orc: Ough! *My fist'd go into his stomach* Ahaha! Littlz weak Orc! *I'd now raise my leg, attempting to knee his chest* Orc:Argh! *The Orc'd fall to the ground, bleeding a little from the fall* Ahaha! You iz weak! Go run home to babby! *I'd now stop clenching my hand, raising my foot back and then kicking some of the dust from the floor onto the Orc, following this action I'd turn around and start to walk away with a large grin on my face* 2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mi brudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder da Warbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this? Answer: *Looking at the Goj of Krug for a minute I'd think about the situation* ( "Zacrafizez? I can do zat!, let me get ze clan!" ) *I'd turn around, pushing my way through the crowd of Orcs attending the fight* *Quickly I'd make my way to the Clan location, talking to them* Brodaz! We muzt collect ze zacrifizez for ze Krug! Orcs: Okey! *Everyone'd quickly gear up, as we make our way out into the wild* Human; Selling Potions, Armour, Weapons! [Low]: Yu zee dat Humanz? We gon grabz him and takez him to ze Krug.. *The Orcs'd nod, still looking at Thar* [Low]: Okey, yu quicklyz flenk around en tryz tu buy hiz good, we'll comeh frum da zide en takez him, okey? *Everyone'd take up their position within a few minutes, then one of the Orcs'd come out and talk to the Human* Broda! Sell me da goodz yu haf! Human: Okay.. Let me quickly retrieve my stock *The Human'd slowly place his hand into a large leather satchel on his side, searching around for his most valued items* *I'd quickly signal the Ambush* *I'd remove my axe from my back, walking out the large forest* Broda! No ned to do zat! *We'd quickly place out weapons out, into an aggressive position* Followz uhz! *With time we'd walk back to the Area, walking down infront of the Goj of Krug* Ze Krug, we haz de zacrafizez fu youh! *The bunch of us'd throw the Human out the front* *I'd raise my foot above the Humans leg, attempting to kick it* Human: Aargh, you beasts! *My foot'd connect to the back of his leg, and he'd fall to the ground on his knees* Goj of Krug: De Orcz! Yu havah surved me wellz! gu bak and enjoyaz yurzelf! 3. As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent where a young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do? Answer: *I'd look at the Oasis, admiring it, then I'd look at the Young Orc, raising my hand in the air, approaching him..* *After a few minutes of walking over to the Young Orc I'd finally make it to him, Headbutting him as a sign of brotherly appreciation* Hellu broda! Tiz a nice Oaziz, tiz it not? Orc: Tiz a fine Oaziz. Thetz a nice Halfling youz haz der, I'd lovah some of itz Orc; Good, i zhal cuht you za pieze of it off Mmm,, *I'd be drooling and my tusks'd be covered with saliva the botton* *The Orc'd remove his large axe, swinging down onto the halfling, chopping its leg off, after he'd done that he'd go towards it, grab the leg and throw it towards me* *I'd grab the leg, nodding towards the Orc, raising the leg in the air* Tu ze Krug! Orc: Tu ze Krug! *I'd take a large bite into the Halflings leg, ripping a chunk out of it, eating it up* Tiz delizchiouz! *The Orc'd now raise his axe into the air again, swinging down and cutting his other leg off, he'd now bite into the leg, starting to eat it now* *I'd slowly start biting into the leg again, eating more and more, whilst doing so starting to speak* Zo, what bringehz yu outz here? Orc: I iz lookenz for da plece to settlz down. I zee, I iz travelinz to citiez lookinz for jobz tu make sum minaz wid. Orc; I zee *I'd eventually finish the bleg, throwing it to the sand, spitting and shards of the bone to the floor* Ye no, onz I hadz to fiyt ziz mazziveh wulf, ze fiyt waz abut thirty-zecondz, I zplit his jawz riyt openz Orc: Niyz, I got intzo ziz fight wid ziz boar, befor yu couldz zay Krug itz head was on ze floor en I wus bitinz into itz bodeh! *I'd laugh with the Orc, giving a loud yawn, looking at him* Tiz gettinz latez, we shuldz hed to zleep... Orc; I agreez, letz. *I'd stand up, turning behind me, grabbing a large sleeping bag with the head of a wolf on the end* Ziz in de wolf. Orc:Niyz, anywayz I zee you in ze morning broda *I'd slowly attempt to climb into the wolf sleeping bag, giving a yawn, falling to the floor Koed, sleeping*

Ok G, where are the homies hangin'?

Heya, how's it going? Just passing through. I'm new, to you guys anyway.

I joined ages ago, found out I'm not whitelisted, I'll re apply for now, but if you'd be kind to re-add me I'd like it - I applied with LavaLeprechaun

He also felt it hard to fit in and hated his life, 24 is quite young by the way. He was also and still is a Psychopath.

This was when he was young, He was neglected and felt violence was the only way out of things.

-Name: TharGla -Title: TharGla the HellBringer -Gender: Male -Age: 54 -Race: Orc -Occupation: Soldier and traveling trader, Also the Leader of a cult -Hobbies: Hunting, killing people, Robbing, Execution, Building, And experimenting with people. -History: TharGla was a boy, that boy was not accepted in his family though. They despised of him because he killed his own brother. He quickly got angry with the people at school and went on a hunt for dwarfs and humans. He killed his girlfriend when he found out she was double dating. When he was 24 he got sent to prison for killing his family with clubs and assassinating his children, When he was found out he was banished. Now back in the word he sets off to bring the end of the world to the world....

lol don't you mean you'll be collecting dirt and be taking a seat in the "Royal box" Preferably a painted cardboard one

In the idea and lore thread i have a post about corruption check it out.