nhbdy1

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: nhbdy1 -How old are you?: 19 -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central/United States -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes and yes -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a college student and a fan of video games and tabletop roleplaying -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: at least 10-15 hours likely 20+ -How long have you played minecraft?: I'm bad with dates, but it was about one month before beta was released that I joined. -What do you know about roleplaying?: I have a couple of years of experience as a DM in D&D, I was a player less often; I also have experience with World of Darkness, and Shadowrun. I know that meta-gaming is one of the worst things you can do as it beaks character and ruins the atmosphere, both of which are critical to telling a good story. Most importantly I know that if not everyone is having fun, then the roleplaying experience isn't working. -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect heavy roleplaying in a standard fantasy environment with cues from Lord of the Rings -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Lots of them (more than I care to list, but never an RP server) and the primary reason for leaving is lack of a good community, people come, people go, some don't care, some rock and are griefed, and there are trolls and griefers. I realize that this server won't be 100% troll-proof but I do believe that there will be much less here -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: of course -Name the 4 races on this server: Elf, Human, Orc, Dwarf -How did you hear about us?: Browsing the minecraft forums -Did you vote?: yes -What was your favourite Law?: No destroying the landscape-it's unique and keeps the map looking nice -What was your least favourite Law?: No mining without a permit, I will follow it, but I don't like things getting in the way. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: nhbdy1 In-Character: -Character Name: Malrion Firaniel -What is your Race?: Human -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: nhbdy1 -Biography: I was born to a lovely pair of people, my father was an adventurer of sorts, always out on expeditions, my mother was a tailor. My early childhood was easily defined by my mother's death, she had contracted some sort of disease and lay bedridden for months before passing on, I still carry the blanket she knit for me during he dieing days, and it brings me no small amount of sorrow to recount her tale. Alas there I was, the son of an adventurer, but too young to adventure for myself. It was the only trade my father knew, I mean sure he could build a survival hut or repair his sword, or forage for food but he had no other real trade skills. This left me to fend for myself more often than not, for we were not wealthy enough to have servants. It wasn't all bad, the house they had purchased was nice enough and we had stable food from the traders that passed by, looking for some bauble my father brought back from his travels. Then it happened, sometime in my early teen years, my father heard tale of the grandest treasure you can imagine, one that would make even a dragon of myth jealous. His eyes lit up upon recounting it's tale to me, the mere thought of it filled him with ambition, for it wasn't just the wealth that drew him, it was the adventure of a lifetime. He would have to travel to the ends of the earth, fight unspeakable monsters, riddle his way through countless puzzles before finally he would have his reward. He geared up anxiously, gathering as many people to his cause as he could, not to mention rations, wagons and other such basics. Finally after two years of preparing, he was off! It would've been the happiest day of my life to have been able to have gone with him, but alas he would not have it, the mere thought of putting me in such danger repulsed him, so he left me with a bit of money and told me to make a life for myself. Now I was under the impression that my father was close to omnipotent at the time, so I spent most of the money celebrating the success that was sure to happen as he set sail away from our home. Oh what a fool I was, I could and should have been smarter with my money, should have waited to party for when he got back, or used it to support him, but I did not, I wasted all but a little of it. I did see my father again I was eighteen when he returned, and during his absence I had been a jack-of-all-trades and a bit of a drifter. When I heard news of his ship returning, I rushed back our village, and waited on the port, I was expecting to see my triumphant father return in some heroic pose on the bow of his ship, a mountain of gold and precious stones on the deck of his ship behind him, what I did see couldn't have been more of a shock. His ship, a rather large three masted one, listed into port, numerous holes in it's hull and it leaned heavily to one side, all but one of the masts were snapped and lost and the ship looked a mess, barrels were strewn about, the wood was stained with blood and other fluids I dare not guess and my father was at the helm, the only living soul aboard the ship which set out with over twenty men. He had changed, his hair was ragged and messy, his clothes were torn, his eyes were bloodshot and milky, he was frail and gaunt, with several new scars including a missing eye! I rushed to him, begging to hear what had happened, but he wouldn't speak of it. Three days later he hung himself with the remaining rope from his ship, which had sunk the day after he pulled it into port, as he could not afford to repair it. Since then I have been traveling the land, helping where I can, moving on when things just aren't right and in short looking to make the most of what I can. -Character Age: 20 -Character Appearance: He is roughly 6ft. and carries himself tall and proud, but is never without a sword strapped to his belt -Character Personality: My years fending for myself have left me self-reliant, if I cannot provide for myself then I will never be happy, my life listening to my father's tales have left me opportunistic, I never balk from a chance to prove myself, and my final encounter with my father left me cautious, I still long for adventure, but I do not rush to my own demise. -Your ambitions: I seek to make a name for myself, to be known across the land -Can your character read or write?: yes -Can your character mine?: yes -Are you a capable builder?: yes -Can you wield a sword?: yes -Enjoy Farming?: enjoy is a stretch, but he certainly can -Does your character have any special skills?: not particularly -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/82 ... 53251.png/ -Other Information: Nothing more to say EDITED (with content change) TWICE

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: nhbdy1 -How old are you?: 19 -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central/United States -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes and yes -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a college student and a fan of video games and tabletop roleplaying -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: at least 10-15 hours -How long have you played minecraft?: I'm bad with dates, but it was about one month before beta was released that I joined. -What do you know about roleplaying?: I have a couple of years of experience as a DM in D&D, I was a player less often; I also have experience with World of Darkness, and Shadowrun. I know that meta-gaming is one of the worst things you can do as it beaks character and ruins the atmosphere, both of which are critical to telling a good story. Most importantly I know that if not everyone is having fun, then the roleplaying experience isn't working. -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect heavy roleplaying in a standard fantasy environment with cues from Lord of the Rings -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Lots of them (more than I care to list, but never an RP server) and the primary reason for leaving is lack of a good community, people come, people go, some don't care, some rock and are griefed, and there are trolls and griefers. I realize that this server won't be 100% troll-proof but I do believe that there will be much less here -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: of course -Name the 4 races on this server: Elf, Human, Orc, Dwarf -How did you hear about us?: Browsing the minecraft forums -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: nhbdy1 In-Character: -Character Name: Malrion Firaniel -What is your Race?: Human -Biography: I was born to a lovely pair of people, my father was an adventurer of sorts, always out on expeditions, my mother was a tailor. My early childhood was easily defined by my mother's death, she had contracted some sort of disease and lay bedridden for months before passing on, I still carry the blanket she knit for me during he dieing days, and it brings me no small amount of sorrow to recount her tale. Alas there I was, the son of an adventurer, but too young to adventure for myself. It was the only trade my father knew, I mean sure he could build a survival hut or repair his sword, or forage for food but he had no other real trade skills. This left me to fend for myself more often than not, for we were not wealthy enough to have servants. It wasn't all bad, the house they had purchased was nice enough and we had stable food from the traders that passed by, looking for some bauble my father brought back from his travels. Then it happened, sometime in my early teen years, my father heard tale of the grandest treasure you can imagine, one that would make even a dragon of myth jealous. His eyes lit up upon recounting it's tale to me, the mere thought of it filled him with ambition, for it wasn't just the wealth that drew him, it was the adventure of a lifetime. He would have to travel to the ends of the earth, fight unspeakable monsters, riddle his way through countless puzzles before finally he would have his reward. He geared up anxiously, gathering as many people to his cause as he could, not to mention rations, wagons and other such basics. Finally after two years of preparing, he was off! It would've been the happiest day of my life to have been able to have gone with him, but alas he would not have it, the mere thought of putting me in such danger repulsed him, so he left me with a bit of money and told me to make a life for myself. Now I was under the impression that my father was close to omnipotent at the time, so I spent most of the money celebrating the success that was sure to happen as he set sail away from our home. Oh what a fool I was, I could and should have been smarter with my money, should have waited to party for when he got back, or used it to support him, but I did not, I wasted all but a little of it. I did see my father again I was eighteen when he returned, and during his absence I had been a jack-of-all-trades and a bit of a drifter. When I heard news of his ship returning, I rushed back our village, and waited on the port, I was expecting to see my triumphant father return in some heroic pose on the bow of his ship, a mountain of gold and precious stones on the deck of his ship behind him, what I did see couldn't have been more of a shock. His ship, a rather large three masted one, listed into port, numerous holes in it's hull and it leaned heavily to one side, all but one of the masts were snapped and lost and the ship looked a mess, barrels were strewn about, the wood was stained with blood and other fluids I dare not guess and my father was at the helm, the only living soul aboard the ship which set out with over twenty men. He had changed, his hair was ragged and messy, his clothes were torn, his eyes were bloodshot and milky, he was frail and gaunt, with several new scars including a missing eye! I rushed to him, begging to hear what had happened, but he wouldn't speak of it. Three days later he hung himself with the remaining rope from his ship, which had sunk the day after he pulled it into port, as he could not afford to repair it. Since then I have been traveling the land, helping where I can, moving on when things just aren't right and in short looking to make the most of what I can. -Character Age: 20 -Character Appearance: He is roughly 6ft. and carries himself tall and proud, but is never without a sword strapped to his belt -Character Personality: My years fending for myself have left me self-reliant, if I cannot provide for myself then I will never be happy, my life listening to my father's tales have left me opportunistic, I never balk from a chance to prove myself, and my final encounter with my father left me cautious, I still long for adventure, but I do not rush to my own demise. -Your ambitions: I seek to make a name for myself, to be known across the land -Can your character read or write?: yes -Can your character mine?: yes -Are you a capable builder?: yes -Can you wield a sword?: yes -Enjoy Farming?: enjoy is a stretch, but he certainly can -Does your character have any special skills?: not particularly -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/82 ... 53251.png/ -Other Information: Nothing more to say