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    Application #3

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    hopefully, the last edition. Thanks.

    Out-Of-Character:

    "I go by Dylan. Dylan Schafer."

    -Minecraft Account Name: xXDylanXx1013

    -How old are you?: I am 17 at the moment.

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: OH, USA (eastern time)

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe my hold on the English language will more than suffice.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a very musical person (9 instruments), I am very tech savvy, and I am quite athletic. perfect combo! *sheepish laugh*

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I will be able to play on this server for most of the time of the week. (after school that is)

    -How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing Minecraft since the Alpha came out.

    -What do you know about role-playing?: What do I know about role playing? Well, for starters it is an activity that most, if not all people are trained in at an early age. Played fireman as a child? RP. Pretended you were a monster crashing your own block towers? RP. And my personal favorite, trying to be a dog at a young age by biting the mailman's arm? RP... well, my RP. please keep in mind that happened when I was very young... *under breath* (hmmm... Maybe that was last year...)

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: A beautiful rendering of one of my favorite genres. RP in its finest form.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have seen many servers, and liked none. I left these pitiful "RP servers" when I find out that the only RP that happens is that you get raped by p.v.p. bandits right when you step out of the safe zone. HOORAH RP! I believe this server may just satiate my need...

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes sirie.

    -Name the 4 races on this server: Elves, Orcs, Humans, Dwarves. (with sub-races of all.)

    -How did you hear about us?: Months of tireless searching... months of not seeing the sun... MONTHS WITHOUT SAFE MUSHROOMS!

    -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Lykos the Scarred. Meh, trying to stay in char already.

    In-Character:

    "Aye? Well if you must know, I was born Lykos Daedron. Just call me Lykos. I don’t care much for names... Pride even in one's name curtains one's skill.”

    -Character Name: Lykos the Scarred.

    -What is your Race?: Human with a bit of the North flowing through my blood..

    -Biography: Hmm... Not many have asked me about my past in a while. Well, here it goes then... First of all, this world is hard to survive in when you are living outside of those "jeweled fortresses" and whatnot. As you may have noticed, many of your newest immigrants have lost their families and friends on account of bandits, a pack of barbaric Orcs, and even the rare execution by farming equipment. This story isn't exactly original, and this world is not exactly safe. My home town was a small secluded fortress named "Whiterun". Never heard of it? Not exactly well known. It is not really in existence now. Now it remains as a burnt-out fortress lost to the blizzrds on an island to the North. We led relatively simple lives... Then every thing went to hell. As it turned out, the Volcano making the middle of the island was, unbeknownst to us, a hibernation spot for the mythical dragons. One Dusk, Ten years ago at the Eve of a new Snow‘s Maiden, the volcano opened up. We expected eruption, but we were safe from the lava and debris that would shoot out. However, we were not prepared to defend against the volcano's secret fire... I was asleep in my family's dug-out hut, and the thatch roof went up in an inferno. This Stirred me from my slumber, and I ran outside to see the cause of the new-found chaos the town was in. Dragons, Gliding through the air, letting loose flame, talon, and fang. To my right, a guard on horseback yells for me to run, but before I can register his words, a mighty lizard swooped down and caught the guard in it's talons, hauling him off to God knows where. Instead of running for the gates, as the other villagers did, I ran towards the bailey. My family worked in the mines below the town, and I was rather sure they were still inside the mines. I sprinted towards the bailey, dodging talons and great walls of fire alike. I narrowly missed being burnt to a crisp, but a city guard and family friend that was much like an uncle to me pushed me out of the way. He was in full Iron plate armor, so this wasn't exactly comfortable for me. In the dirt, I turn around to face him... I find that the fire hit it's mark, and that my uncle is actively boiling in his suit. His last words to me, and the world for that matter, were "Get out of here!". I could not bear the sight of my friend be boiled alive, or the stench that came with it, so I ran. On the way down to the mines, I pick up a sturdy oak bow and a few arrows. My family and I met in the mines, and we made for a secret exit to the southern fields, and away from the attack. The miners were using tnt, so my father picked a few sticks up, Quickly took my arrows away from me, and fashioned together the dynamite and the arrows. We came out of the entrance as he handed the arrows to me. We opened the great gate. Escape! Survival! We rejoiced in our own survival... then the largest Draconic being I have ever laid eyes on landed in front of me with two of it's minions. Dragons are very intelligent creatures, most likely surpassing our own intellect. They quickly surrounded us three. They all gave great bellows, everything went black, I could feel the heat, smell the burning flesh of my family, and hear their skin rupturing. Then color came back into my world, and I went into an uncontrollable rage. I knocked a "special delivery arrow", lit the fuse, and let loose. The arrow pierced the Largest Dragon's eye, pushing in until the tnt was completely inside of it's skull. It wailed in agony, there was a pop, and everything was silent. The other dragons that had surrounded me stared on... I looked into their eyes- was that... fear? They flew off without giving me the time of even thinking about knocking another arrow. I wandered the island, surviving off the land until I found my way back to town. If there were any dragons left, they gave me a large berth for some reason, most likely to cut down the chances of an explosive death. I had heard the from the lore of our region that not a single dragon has been seen, let alone killed for centuries. That must be why they were wary... I looked around town... empty. Not even a corpse. Just ash. I was the lone survivor... With nothing left, I had to travel. Where? I did not know. All I knew is there was a chance of a brighter future on the continent to the south... So I gathered up my belongings, including my family's heirloom, a knife, and I set sail for my future just to the South and off the island… After reaching the shores of what was to be my new home, all I found was the harsh icy badlands North of the Nation of the Orcs. I scraped out a living through these badlands for nearly a decade before moving south, sneaking through Orcish camps and checkpoints. And so here I am. I still do not know how I survived the Draconic flames that turned my family to ash...

    -Character Age: 25 years of age.

    -Character Appearance: Describe myself? alright. well, I am 6'2" and nearly 250lbs. Well muscled, as what comes with years of living in the wilderness with no possessions but a family dagger. Blind in my right eye due to a rather long knife fight. I haven’t really put on much plate mail, but I wear iron vembrances and shoulder pads.

    -Character Personality: Not much of a people person, as the only companion I had during my life in the icy badlands after the attack was a wolf that tended to follow me around I had named Redmaw. Also, when in common banter, I tend to speak Laconically.

    -Your ambitions: I Do not know what my future holds for me, but I know one thing- I will not die with a whimper. that's for sure. Most likely will start hiring myself out as an extra blade or bow. Always was good with weapons...

    -Can your character read or write?: I can read and write, but "higher vocabulary" is lost to me, as the only thing that taught me language was the public school on my native island.

    -Can your character mine?: Mining? I can work ores quite well, but it just doesn’t seem as rewarding as mining an opponent's heart from their chest using only a dagger and your bear hands.

    -Are you a capable builder?: Yes, I can build Ramparts to foundations, River Dams to Bear Traps...

    -Can you wield a sword?: I was practically born with a sword in my hand. I have a rather large amount of actions that I can go through... from the years of fending for myself with a dagger, I have learned just the right way to turn the blade to disembowel someone, whether it be the silky skin of an elf, to the tough skin of an Orc. Even killed a feral Orc tribe chieftain when he was absolutely covered in a diamond-weave suit of armor with one little well-placed stab.

    -Enjoy Farming?: Farming? Not really, but i can do it if it is required to survive.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Growing up in Whiterun gave me great skill with both bow and sword. Also, I have great skill in preparing and setting off explosives. Another skill i am adept at is redstone circuiting.

    -A screenshot of your skin:

    minecraftskin.png

    -Other Information: Hmm... I might just use this story as a backround for one of my future Tes: Skyrim characters...

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    application #2

    in Denied Applications

    Posted

    *this request is now kaput, see #3, as this one is stricken with spelling and punctuation errors.&

    yeah got buried... and impatient. :b

    Out-Of-Character:

    "I go by Dylan. Dylan Schafer."

    -Minecraft Account Name: xXDylanXx1013

    -How old are you?: I am 17 at the moment.

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: OH, USA (eastern time)

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe my hold on the English launguage will more than suffice.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a very musical person (9 instruments), i am very tech savvy, and i am quite athletic. perfect combo! *sheepish laugh*

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I will be able to play on this server for most of the time of the week. (after school that is)

    -How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing Minecraft since the Alpha came out.

    -What do you know about roleplaying?: What do i know about roleplaying? Well, for starters it is an activity that most, if not all people are trained in at an early age. Played fireman as a child? RP. Pretended you were a monster crashing your own block towers? RP. And my personal favorite, trying to be a dog at a young age by biting the mailman's arm? RP... well, my RP. please keep in mind that happened when i was very young... *under breath* (hmmm... mabey that was last year...)

    -

    What do you expect this server will be like?: A beautiful rendering of one of my favorite genre. RP in its finest form.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have seen many servers, and liked none. I left these pitiful "RP servers" when i find out that the only rp that happens is that you get raped by pvp bandits right when you step out of the safe zone. HOORAH RP! i believe this server may just satiate my need...

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Completely. Without rules there would be no order and no balance.

    -Name the 4 races on this server: Elves, Orcs, Humans, Dwarves. (with sub-races of all.)

    -How did you hear about us?: Months of tireless searching... months of not seeing the sun... MONTHS WITHOUT SAFE MUSHROOMS!

    -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Lykos the Scarred. meh, trying to stay in char already.

    In-Character:

    "Aye? Well if you must know, i was born Lykos Daedron. Just call me Lykos. I dont care much for names... Pride even in one's name curtains one's skill.”

    -Character Name: Lykos the Scarred.

    -What is your Race?: Human with a bit of the North flowing through my blood..

    -Biography: Hmm... ain't had no-one ask me about my past in a while. Well, here it goes then... First of all, this world is hard to survive in when you are living outside of those "jeweled fortresses" and whatnot. As you may have noticed, many of your newest immigrants have lost their families and friends on account of bandits, a pack of barbaric orcs, and even the rare execution by farming equipment. This story isn't exactly original, and this world is not exactly safe. My home town was a small secluded fortress named "Whiterun". Never heard of it? Well, it is on the island of Solsteire, which, as you know, is a small island far off-coast of the North Shores. We led relitively simple lives... Then every thing went to hell. As it turned out, the Volcano making the middle of the island was, unbeknownst to us, a hibernation spot for the mythical dragons. One Dusk, Ten years ago at the Eve of a new Snow‘s Maiden, the volcano opened up. We expected eruption, but we were safe from the lava and debris that would shoot out. However, we were not prepared to defend against the volcano's secret fire... I was asleep in my family's dug-out hut, and the thatch roof went up in an inferno. This Stirred me from my slumber, and i ran outside to see the cause of the newfound chaos the town was in. Dragons, Gliding through the air, letting loose flame, talon, and fang. To my right, a guard on horseback yells for me to run, but before I can register his words, a mighty lizard swooped down and caught the guard in it's talons, hauling him off to God knows where. Instead of running for the gates, as the other villagers did, i ran towards the bailey. My family worked in the mines below the town, and i was rather sure they were still inside the mines. I sprinted towards the bailey, dodging talons and great walls of fire alike. I narrowly missed being burnt to a crisp, but a city guard and family friend that was much like an uncle to me pushed me out of the way. He was in full Iron plate armor, so this wasn't exactly comfortable for me. In the dirt, i turn around to face him... I find that the fire hit it's mark, and that my uncle is actively boiling in his suit. His last words to me, and the world for that matter, was "Get out of here!". I could not bear the sight of my friend be boiled alive, or the stench that came with it, so i ran. On the way down to the mines, i pick up a sturdy oak bow and a few arrows. My family and I met in the mines, and we made for a secret exit to the southern fields, and away from the attack. The miners were using tnt, so my father picked a few sticks up, Quickly took my arrows away from me, and fashioned together the dynamite and the arrows. We came out of the entrance as he handed the arrows to me. We opened the great gate. Escape! Survival! We rejoiced in our own survival... then the largest draconic being i have ever laid eyes on landed in front of me with two of it's minions. Dragons are very intelligent creatures, most likely surpassing our own intellect. They quickly surrounded us three. They all gave great bellows, everything went black, i could feel the heat, smell the burning flesh of my family, and hear their skin rupturing. Then color came back into my world, and i went into an uncontrollable rage. I nocked a "special delivery arrow", lit the fuse, and let loose. The arrow pierced the Largest Dragon's eye, pushing in until the tnt was completely inside of it's skull. It wailed in agony, there was a pop, and everything was silent. The other dragons that had enrounded me stared on... I looked into their eyes- was that... fear? They flew off without giving me the time of even thinking about nocking another arrow. I wandered the island, surviving off the land untill i found my way back to town. If there were any dragons left, they gave me a large berth for some reason, most likely to cut down the chances of an explosive death. I had heard the legends of olde, how not one dragon was slain for a thousand years, that must be why they are wary. I looked around town... empty. Not even a corpse. Just ash. I was the lone survivor... With nothing left, i had to travel. Where? i did not know. All i knew is there was a chance of a brighter future on the continent to the south... So I gathered up my belongings, including my family's heirloom, a knife, and i set sail for my future just to the South… After reaching the shores of what was to be my new home, all I found was the harsh icy badlands North of the Nation of the orcs. I scraped out a living through these badlands for nearly a decade before moving south, sneaking through Orcish camps and checkpoints. And so here I am. I still do not know how i survived the Draconic flames that turned my family to ash...

    -Character Age: 25 years of age.

    -Character Appearance: Describe myself? alright. well, i am 6'2" and nearly 250lbs. Well muscled, as what comes with years of living in the wilderness with no possessions but a family dagger. Blind in my right eye due to a rather long knife fight. I havn’t really put on much plate mail, but I wear iron vembrances and shoulder pads.

    -Character Personality: Not much of a people person, as the only companion i had during my life in the Isaz Badlands after the attack was a wolf that tended to follow me around i had named Redmaw. Also, when in common banter, I tend to speak Laconically.

    -Your ambitions: I Do not know what my future holds for me, but I know one thing- I will not die with a whimper. that's for D*** sure. Most likely will start hiring myself out as an extra blade or bow. Always was good with weapons...

    -Can your character read or write?: I can read and write, but "higher vocabulary" is lost to me, as the only thing that taught me language was the public scool on my native island.

    -Can your character mine?: Mining? i can work ores quite well, but it just doesnt seem as rewarding as mining an opponent's heart from their chest using only a dagger and your bear hands.

    -Are you a capable builder?: Yes, i can build Ramparts to foundations. River Dams to Bear Traps...

    -Can you wield a sword?: I was practically born with a sword in my hand. i have a rather large amount of actions that i can go through... from the years of fending for myself with a dagger, i have learned just the right way to turn the blade to disembowel someone, whether it be the silky skin of an elf, to the tough skin of an orc. Even killed a Naestros orc Tribe chieftain when he was absolutely covered in a diamond-weave suit of armor with one push.

    -Enjoy Farming?: Farming? yes, i have had to eat berries and the such to survive, but I am mostly carnivorous due to the numerous prey of the North and small amount of vegetation.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Growing up in Whiterun gave me great skill with both bow and sword. Also, I have great skill in preparing and setting off explosives.

    -A screenshot of your skin:

    minecraftskin.png

    -Other Information: meh.

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    Application

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    Here you go. Kinda got carried away in the bio, but that's just the writer in me. Once i start, i can't stop 'till i'm done. enjoy 8-)

    Out-Of-Character:

    "I go by Dylan. Dylan Schafer."

    -Minecraft Account Name: xXDylanXx1013

    -How old are you?: I am 17 at the moment.

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: OH, USA (eastern time)

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe my hold on the English launguage will more than suffice.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a very musical person (9 instruments), i am very tech savvy, and i am quite athletic. perfect combo! *sheepish laugh*

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I will be able to play on this server for most of the time of the week. (after school that is)

    -How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing Minecraft since the Alpha came out.

    -What do you know about roleplaying?: What do i know about roleplaying? Well, for starters it is an activity that most, if not all people are trained in at an early age. Played fireman as a child? RP. Pretended you were a monster crashing your own block towers? RP. And my personal favorite, trying to be a dog at a young age by biting the mailman's arm? RP... well, my RP. please keep in mind that happened when i was very young... *under breath* (hmmm... mabey that was last year...)

    -

    What do you expect this server will be like?: A beautiful rendering of one of my favorite genre. RP in its finest form.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have seen many servers, and liked none. I left these pitiful "RP servers" when i find out that the only rp that happens is that you get raped by pvp bandits right when you step out of the safe zone. HOORAH RP! i believe this server may just satiate my need...

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes...

    -Name the 4 races on this server: Elves, Orcs, Humans, Dwarves. (with sub-races of all.)

    -How did you hear about us?: Months of tireless searching... months of not seeing the sun... MONTHS WITHOUT SAFE MUSHROOMS!

    -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Lykos the Scarred. meh, trying to stay in char already.

    In-Character:

    "Aye? Well if you must know, i was born Lykos Daedron. Just call me Lykos. I dont care much for names... Pride even in one's name curtains one's skill.”

    -Character Name: Lykos the Scarred.

    -What is your Race?: Human with a bit of the North flowing through my blood..

    -Biography: Hmm... ain't had no-one ask me about my past in a while. Well, here it goes then... First of all, this world is hard to survive in when you are living outside of those "jeweled fortresses" and whatnot. As you may have noticed, many of your newest immigrants have lost their families and friends on account of bandits, a pack of barbaric orcs, and even the rare execution by farming equipment. This story isn't exactly original, and this world is not exactly safe. My home town was a small secluded fortress named "Whiterun". Never heard of it? Well, it is on the island of Solsteire, which, as you know, is a small island far off-coast of the North Shores. We led relitively simple lives... Then every thing went to hell. As it turned out, the Volcano making the middle of the island was, unbeknownst to us, a hibernation spot for the mythical dragons. One Dusk, Ten years ago at the Eve of a new Snow‘s Maiden, the volcano opened up. We expected eruption, but we were safe from the lava and debris that would shoot out. However, we were not prepared to defend against the volcano's secret fire... I was asleep in my family's dug-out hut, and the thatch roof went up in an inferno. This Stirred me from my slumber, and i ran outside to see the cause of the newfound chaos the town was in. Dragons, Gliding through the air, letting loose flame, talon, and fang. To my right, a guard on horseback yells for me to run, but before I can register his words, a mighty lizard swooped down and caught the guard in it's talons, hauling him off to God knows where. Instead of running for the gates, as the other villagers did, i ran towards the bailey. My family worked in the mines below the town, and i was rather sure they were still inside the mines. I sprinted towards the bailey, dodging talons and great walls of fire alike. I narrowly missed being burnt to a crisp, but a city guard and family friend that was much like an uncle to me pushed me out of the way. He was in full Iron plate armor, so this wasn't exactly comfortable for me. In the dirt, i turn around to face him... I find that the fire hit it's mark, and that my uncle is actively boiling in his suit. His last words to me, and the world for that matter, was "Get out of here!". I could not bear the sight of my friend be boiled alive, or the stench that came with it,

    so i ran. On the way down to the mines, i pick up a sturdy oak bow and a few arrows. My family and I met in the mines, and we made for a secret exit to the southern fields, and away from the attack. The miners were using tnt, so my father picked a few sticks up, Quickly took my arrows away from me, and fashioned together the dynamite and the arrows. We came out of the entrance as he handed the arrows to me. We opened the great gate. Escape! Survival! We rejoiced in our own survival... then the largest draconic being i have ever laid eyes on landed in front of me with two of it's minions. Dragons are very intelligent creatures, most likely surpassing our own intellect. They quickly surrounded us three. They all gave great bellows, everything went black, i could feel the heat, smell the burning flesh of my family, and hear their skin rupturing. Then color came back into my world, and i went into an uncontrollable rage. I nocked a "special delivery arrow", lit the fuse, and let loose. The arrow pierced the Largest Dragon's eye, pushing in until the tnt was completely inside of it's skull. It wailed in agony, there was a pop, and everything was silent. The other dragons that had enrounded me stared on... I looked into their eyes- was that... fear? They flew off without giving me the time of even thinking about nocking another arrow. I wandered the island, surviving off the land untill i found my way back to town. If there were any dragons left, they gave me a large berth for some reason, most likely to cut down the chances of an explosive death. I had heard the legends of olde, how not one dragon was slain for a thousand years, that must be why they are wary. I looked around town... empty. Not even a corpse. Just ash. I was the lone survivor... With nothing left, i had to travel. Where? i did not know. All i knew is there was a chance of a brighter future on the continent to the south... So I gathered up my belongings, including my family's heirloom, a knife, and i set sail for my future just to the South… After reaching the shores of what was to be my new home, all I found was the harsh icy badlands North of the Nation of the orcs. I scraped out a living through these badlands for nearly a decade before moving south, sneaking through Orcish camps and checkpoints. And so here I am. I still do not know how i survived the Draconic flames that turned my family to ash...

    -Character Age: 25 years of age.

    -Character Appearance: Describe myself? alright. well, i am 6'2" and nearly 250lbs. Well muscled, as what comes with years of living in the wilderness with no possessions but a family dagger. Blind in my right eye due to a rather long knife fight. I havn’t really put on much plate mail, but I wear iron vembrances and shoulder pads.

    -Character Personality: Not much of a people person, as the only companion i had during my life in the Isaz Badlands after the attack was a wolf that tended to follow me around i had named Redmaw. Also, when in common banter, I tend to speak Laconically.

    -Your ambitions: I Do not know what my future holds for me, but I know one thing- I will not die with a whimper. that's for D*** sure. Most likely will start hiring myself out as an extra blade or bow. Always was good with weapons...

    -Can your character read or write?: I can read and write, but "higher vocabulary" is lost to me, as the only thing that taught me language was the public scool on my native island.

    -Can your character mine?: Mining? i can work ores quite well, but it just doesnt seem as rewarding as mining an opponent's heart from their chest using only a dagger and your bare hands.

    -Are you a capable builder?: Yes, i can build Ramparts to foundations. River Dams to Bear Traps...

    -Can you wield a sword?: I was practically born with a sword in my hand. i have a rather large amount of actions that i can go through... from the years of fending for myself with a dagger, i have learned just the right way to turn the blade to disembowel someone, whether it be the silky skin of an elf, to the tough skin of an orc. Even killed a Naestros orc Tribe chieftain when he was absolutely covered in a diamond-weave suit of armor with one push.

    -Enjoy Farming?: Farming? yes, i have had to eat berries and the such to survive, but I am mostly carnivorous due to the numerous prey of the North and small amount of vegetation.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Growing up in Whiterun gave me great skill with both bow and sword. Also, I have great skill in preparing and setting off explosives.

    -A screenshot of your skin:

    minecraftskin.png

    -Other Information: Sorry if i somehow broke a rule by making the post too large, but i couldnt help but get into this. Thank you for your time! (and now to go and post it at the info forum :D)

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