Eron

I would just like to have my house perms back.

Ingame name: Eron

Commoner housing, third floor.

Image: (link, since I cannot upload an image.)

My house

Thanks!

Forgot my IGN. Complete copy pasta, and finally, I included my IGN! x)

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name:"Eron" (without the " ").

-How old are you?: 16.

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: 0 GMT.

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I am quite certain I have so.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Gamer, the average "I've been into games since forever". I also like drawing.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: About 1 - 2 hours per day in the busy weekdays, up to 4 - 6 per day during weekends.

-How long have you played minecraft?: Since classic, about at the start of alpha. (maybe sooner, cannot remember completely...)

-What do you know about roleplaying?: Been somewhat into roleplaying in WoW, so I know the basics and I know how important it is to keep the role of a character.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: Like another dimension, a different world than our own. An experiene like our daily lives, but with unfamiliar elements to it!

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Mostly, I have only been playing with my friends through hamachi, etc. This won't be my first step into another minecraft server, but I have yet to find an experience like what LOTC presents itself to be.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read them, and will try my best to follow them.

-Name the 4 races on this server: Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs (and halflings I believe?). There are also the Ascended and the Undead player races, in other words, special races that players later join if they can prove themselves.

-How did you hear about us?: Unsuprisingly, through the yogscast's channel as they favourited your trailer.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Eron.

In-Character:

-Character Name: Eron_Bronzeheart

-What is your Race?: (Pure blooded) Dwarf!

-Biography: (As I said, it's going to be MUCH shorter since I lost my content.)

Eron's mother died when he was born, so he was left to be raised by his father alone.

He was raised in a village far away from the Dwarven Capital that went with the name of OvenStone.

His father, Thargan_Bronzeheart was known as a very talented blacksmith in OvenStone, and he expected his son to follow his footsteps.

It was a peaceful village, where very few hostile creatures were seen, even during the night. OvenStone was a great place for a dwarf to settle down at his old age, and the young dwarven men of the village would seek their wisdom about combat and the other important matters every dwarf would want to know about.

He was taught by his father to wield the pickaxe at his early age, even for a dwarf, and soon after how he would smelt and craft what he could find in the OvenStone mine. At the celebration of his 10th birthday, he was given a trusty iron sword by his father. The sword was runed with the Bronzeheart family crest, and no words could describe how meaningful it was to him.

Eron then started taking warrior lessons from the wise, old dwarves in the village, in both sword and axes and bows.

He was also taught how to read and write at least easy descriptions by his father, to prepare him for orders that he would recieve throughout his profession as a Blacksmith.

Years passed, and it was at his 27th

One day, he was sent to Kal'Urguan to deliver his father's shipment. When he returned to the village, he encountered a pack of mindless zombies. It would seem that his warrior lessons would pay off for his hard training!

It was rumoured that the undead had returned, but he would not believe that it was true!

Once he entered the village, he saw only death: the village was burning and his friends were dead. He found his way back to his house. He found his father, lying besides the forge.

"Fatherr! Are ye wounded?!" "I think I am, son. It may be the time fo' me tuh leave... *Cough* You must goh! These monstrosities will stop at naught, and I am afraid they'll take ye with me! You must fight yer way through like a tru' Dwarf! Go! For Bronzeheart!" *Thargan's essence fades away.* "Father, I shall not fail ye." *Eron equips his family armor and draws his sword*

As he steps outside, he quickly spots the Necromancer who obviously seperates himself from the minions. "He must be an apprentice! Few wizards, especially Necromancers would not reveal themselves as obviously as this one does!"

Eron shouted out with rage: "Hey there! You, necromancer! You will not leave this place without yer head!"

The Necromancer quickly replied: "Oh, another dwarven fellow with a deathwish! Flee, puny dwarf, or I promise you the pure essence of FEAR."

He held his sword, ready to strike and began charging towards the foul caster.

"I fear no undead, monster! I'll chop off yer hands befor' ye can cast another black spell!"

"So be it, dwarf! Minions, he is all yours, attack!"

The apprentice began casting a something that seemed to be a beam of dark magic, and the zombies that were blocking Eron's way were not making it easier for him.

He slashed his way through the dead, one by one. He felt his strenght fading as the necromancer seemed to drain his health through the dark beam. His armor protected him from the biting, clawing and the clutching of the undead surrounding him, but it was the most painful experience he'd yet to meet. The undead were falling in numbers, but he would not endure much further. Suddenly, there was an opening through the zombie group, and Eron used all of his power to break through.

There he was, the necromancer. He fought the apprentice's spell and stepped closer to his foe. The pain was nearly unbearable! His body weakened and his hair lost it's colour."Impossible! You cannot break throu-" Eron kicked the warlock down to the ground and shoved his sword through the necromancer's head.

The zombies were still shambling towards him, and he had to run. He threw everything he had and into the forest until he saw a temple. He fell down on the road, where the monks took him in to heal his wounds.

-Character Age: 27

-Character Appearance: Wears the Bronzeheart family tunic.

-Character Personality: Strong willpower, determined and generally friendly to strangers and other people.

-Your ambitions: Hunting down the undead plague.

-Can your character read or write?: Yes, but he's a slow reader.

-Can your character mine?: Without a shadow of a doubt.

-Are you a capable builder?: Yes, Eron is a creative dwarf, and he'll do

-Can you wield a sword?: Absolutely.

-Enjoy Farming?: He's not very good at handling wheat.

-Does your character have any special skills?: He has a strong will, but nothing else in particular.

-A screenshot of your skin:

Uploaded with ImageShack.us

-Other Information: Nothing in particular.

Have to write it over again, and I am assuming it vanshied out of thin air, since I posted it in the middle of the forum crash/maintence. I'll be talking shorter about everything on the list...

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name:

-How old are you?: 16.

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: 0 GMT.

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I am quite certain I have so.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Gamer, the average "I've been into games since forever". I also like drawing.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: About 1 - 2 hours per day in the busy weekdays, up to 4 - 6 per day during weekends.

-How long have you played minecraft?: Since classic, about at the start of alpha. (maybe sooner, cannot remember completely...)

-What do you know about roleplaying?: Been somewhat into roleplaying in WoW, so I know the basics and I know how important it is to keep the role of a character.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: Like another dimension, a different world than our own. An experiene like our daily lives, but with unfamiliar elements to it!

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Mostly, I have only been playing with my friends through hamachi, etc. This won't be my first step into another minecraft server, but I have yet to find an experience like what LOTC presents itself to be.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read them, and will try my best to follow them.

-Name the 4 races on this server: Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs (and halflings I believe?). There are also the Ascended and the Undead player races, in other words, special races that players later join if they can prove themselves.

-How did you hear about us?: Unsuprisingly, through the yogscast's channel as they favourited your trailer.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Eron.

In-Character:

-Character Name: Eron_Bronzeheart

-What is your Race?: (Pure blooded) Dwarf!

-Biography: (As I said, it's going to be MUCH shorter since I lost my content.)

Eron's mother died when he was born, so he was left to be raised by his father alone.

He was raised in a village far away from the Dwarven Capital that went with the name of OvenStone.

His father, Thargan_Bronzeheart was known as a very talented blacksmith in OvenStone, and he expected his son to follow his footsteps.

It was a peaceful village, where very few hostile creatures were seen, even during the night. OvenStone was a great place for a dwarf to settle down at his old age, and the young dwarven men of the village would seek their wisdom about combat and the other important matters every dwarf would want to know about.

He was taught by his father to wield the pickaxe at his early age, even for a dwarf, and soon after how he would smelt and craft what he could find in the OvenStone mine. At the celebration of his 10th birthday, he was given a trusty iron sword by his father. The sword was runed with the Bronzeheart family crest, and no words could describe how meaningful it was to him.

Eron then started taking warrior lessons from the wise, old dwarves in the village, in both sword and axes and bows.

He was also taught how to read and write at least easy descriptions by his father, to prepare him for orders that he would recieve throughout his profession as a Blacksmith.

Years passed, and it was at his 27th

One day, he was sent to Kal'Urguan to deliver his father's shipment. When he returned to the village, he encountered a pack of mindless zombies. It would seem that his warrior lessons would pay off for his hard training!

It was rumoured that the undead had returned, but he would not believe that it was true!

Once he entered the village, he saw only death: the village was burning and his friends were dead. He found his way back to his house. He found his father, lying besides the forge.

"Fatherr! Are ye wounded?!" "I think I am, son. It may be the time fo' me tuh leave... *Cough* You must goh! These monstrosities will stop at naught, and I am afraid they'll take ye with me! You must fight yer way through like a tru' Dwarf! Go! For Bronzeheart!" *Thargan's essence fades away.* "Father, I shall not fail ye." *Eron equips his family armor and draws his sword*

As he steps outside, he quickly spots the Necromancer who obviously seperates himself from the minions. "He must be an apprentice! Few wizards, especially Necromancers would not reveal themselves as obviously as this one does!"

Eron shouted out with rage: "Hey there! You, necromancer! You will not leave this place without yer head!"

The Necromancer quickly replied: "Oh, another dwarven fellow with a deathwish! Flee, puny dwarf, or I promise you the pure essence of FEAR."

He held his sword, ready to strike and began charging towards the foul caster.

"I fear no undead, monster! I'll chop off yer hands befor' ye can cast another black spell!"

"So be it, dwarf! Minions, he is all yours, attack!"

The apprentice began casting a something that seemed to be a beam of dark magic, and the zombies that were blocking Eron's way were not making it easier for him.

He slashed his way through the dead, one by one. He felt his strenght fading as the necromancer seemed to drain his health through the dark beam. His armor protected him from the biting, clawing and the clutching of the undead surrounding him, but it was the most painful experience he'd yet to meet. The undead were falling in numbers, but he would not endure much further. Suddenly, there was an opening through the zombie group, and Eron used all of his power to break through.

There he was, the necromancer. He fought the apprentice's spell and stepped closer to his foe. The pain was nearly unbearable! His body weakened and his hair lost it's colour."Impossible! You cannot break throu-" Eron kicked the warlock down to the ground and shoved his sword through the necromancer's head.

The zombies were still shambling towards him, and he had to run. He threw everything he had and into the forest until he saw a temple. He fell down on the road, where the monks took him in to heal his wounds.

-Character Age: 27

-Character Appearance: Wears the Bronzeheart family tunic.

-Character Personality: Strong willpower, determined and generally friendly to strangers and other people.

-Your ambitions: Hunting down the undead plague.

-Can your character read or write?: Yes, but he's a slow reader.

-Can your character mine?: Without a shadow of a doubt.

-Are you a capable builder?: Yes, Eron is a creative dwarf, and he'll do

-Can you wield a sword?: Absolutely.

-Enjoy Farming?: He's not very good at handling wheat.

-Does your character have any special skills?: He has a strong will, but nothing else in particular.

-A screenshot of your skin:

Uploaded with ImageShack.us

-Other Information: Nothing in particular.