Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: AndrewPlaysMC
-How old are you?: 16
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Western USA time zone (Washington, USA)
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would hope so.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a 3.8+ GPA student starting my junior year in high school. I am an avid tennis player, longboard rider, and longboard maker.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: At the least, an hour a night.
-How long have you played minecraft?: For a year now.
-What do you know about roleplaying?: I am relatively new to role playing, yet I have suddenly become quite enveloped by it due to recent interest in Dungeons and Dragons. I have played many heavy role playing games like runescape, lotr online, and WoW though.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: A grand adventure, marked with friendship, treachery, and gold!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Super-Earth, and I leave because building gets old after while.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Read them twice and I agree with them all.
-Name the 4 races on this server: Orc, human, elves, and dwarves. Also read about subraces of undead, haflings (?) and protector like people.
-How did you hear about us?: Minestatus.net
-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: BoboTheFool
In-Character:
-Character Name: Bobo The Fool
-What is your Race?: Human
-Biography:
This is the story of the human Bobo, commonly called Bobo The Fool.
It was a mild autumn night, a soft chill in the whispering wind, when the raiders first struck. The farming town of Out'mar, found in the lands outside of Aegis, was simple, based around substance farming rather then profits. The nothern raiders had never before been so bold to attack such a southern lying town, but when they were done, the only things left were scorched farmlands, corpses, and a single baby, protected by a cloak of horse fur, sleeping in ash. It was here that, almost by fate, a traveling wizard found the babe, and he took pity. Although this wandering wizard had been exploring, he took pity on the weak human, and dropped him in the nearest city, on the borders of Aegis.
Several years passed, and the boy, now seven, was a street urchin, stealing, earning, or earning his food. He was looked at with distaste by the wealthy merchants and gaurds, yet Bobo was never sad or angered with his life. "There could be worse things in life..." he would always murmur. However, compared to other street urchins, the same ones who nicknamed him Bobo, Bobo had a skill, and it involved great hand eye coordination. Bobo could juggle. This not only made his young belly full, but it attracted a local jester eyes. His name was Slyvester Sweet Song, and was reknown for his singing skills. He took Bobo on as an apprentice. Delighted by his luck, Bobo dived into practices, mastering the arts of speech, writing, reading, juggling, tumbling, and even espionage, as all good jesters should know.
Being jesters, Bobo (now around 18 winters of age) and Slyvester traveled from city to city, not once stepping into the boundaries of Aegis. It was here, on there journey to finally enter this new land and see what was promised, that Bobo and Slyvester were ambushed by Fyrste, the undead terror. Slyvester was slain and Bobo laid in the night, bleeding from head to toe, as Fyrste feasted on the remains. As Bobo's life slipped away, he watched as a wizard, one that sparked great memory in his mind, appeared from the brushes, scattering Fryste into the night.
The next thing Bobo recalls is waking up in a sandstone temple, three gates lying behind him, and after the third, thinking "Who is this traveling wizard?"
(*Out of character* From the videos I've watched of your server, I believe I remember it was after the third gate that the reborn people began to think. I'm right.... right?"
-Character Age: 20
-Character Appearance: Light and fare skin with minor facial hair, I usually am clad in motley clothing that mark me of my profession, that being a Jester.
-Character Personality: I believe in self-preservance, as taught by my childhood. However, I sometimes have those sparks of good will, that later leave my pocket dry and my thoughts in regret. I tend to also indulge in..... to much of spirits.
-Your ambitions: To become a well known jester, and to find the wandering wizard.
-Can your character read or write?: I can, kind sir/ ma'am, else this application would be in shambles.
-Can your character mine?: Why lift a finger when one can lift a smile (And a pretty penny as well)?
-Are you a capable builder?: My cloth tent is all I need. Let the others build.
-Can you wield a sword?: I am skilled in the art of a dagger but the strings avoid me.(*Out of character* Sword: YES Bow: NO*)
-Enjoy Farming?: I'd rather charm a dwarf from his drink.
-Does your character have any special skills?: I can juggle, I can climb, I can sing, I can rhyme.
-A screenshot of your skin: http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/150/b/c/minecraft_jester_screenshot_by_palulukan12-d3hmyrb.png
-Other Information: My schoolwork and real life come before any game.
