Lathander

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: simon1881 -How old are you?: I have just turned 15. -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in Denmark. GMT +1 -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, i believe i have a fairly good grip on the grammar. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a boy, who is currently making my way through the 8. year of public school. I like roleplaying, and i love gaming. I like to cook and to eat (dont we all). -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I expect to be able to play everyday except tuesdays, where i play D20 modern with my friends. I think i can be on for about 7-20 hours a week. I am still going to school though, so it may vary. -How long have you played minecraft?: I have played Minecraft since about the end of the Alpha. -What do you know about roleplaying?: I know that roleplaying is like acting a role, only that you improvise the script along the way. A roleplaying character can be, an avatar of yourself, but in most cases arent, as this tends to get boring. -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be different, and entertaining. I really dont know what else expect, since this is my first RP Minecraft server. -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I have played on two survival servers, Coneboy and Kunniacraft. They were both very popular, but they succumbed to Minecraft updates, which left them desserted, and/or funding problems. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read the server rules and i understand them quite well. -Name the 4 races on this server: The four "standard" races are: Humans, elves, dwarfs and orcs. -How did you hear about us?: A friend of mine told me about the server. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Lathander In-Character: -Character Name: Lathander Quickfoot -What is your Race?: Dark Elf -Biography: My name is Lathander. I am the son of Najim Quickfoot and Sif Everglade. I have lived most of my childhood in the wild, learning how to build camps, how to find food, how to light a fire,finding comfort in the dark nights out in the open, under the great sky. It was the happiest time of my life. I sometimes went hunting with my father. We could be gone for days before returning home with big game in our arms. My mother was a beautiful, loving and caring woman, with long slick blonde hair. She was a druid, dedicated to preserving and nurturing nature. Perhaps not as "flawless" as all the others, but nevertheless a druid. The few times i was alone with her, was of great joy and enlightenment. We would go playing in the woods, collecting mushrooms, and studying the trees. And sometimes, when she was in her " you have to be able take care of yourself one day" or " what kind of elf cant read" mood, taught me how to read and write. I understood the part of her who loved the nature, but i have never understood how she had the patience to to go check on every tree in the area, noting how much they had grown, and studying those who hadnt. My parents, although both of elven heritage, didnt really look the same. My father had dark, obsidian skin and grey hair, and my mother had fair, golden skin and blonde hair. There was other differences too. My father yearned for adventure, danger and glory, while my mother found her adventure in the garden. Nevertheless they loved each other. Years went by, i grew older, and i had a great time. Until one day. It was a normal day, i had been out hunting with my father, and had returned home with a great catch. We had made a big fire to roast it all, and while it was roasting, we had gone searching for Sif. She was gathering some mushrooms when we found her. We told her that we had finally tracked down that huge pig, who had been wandering around in the woods lately, and that we were preparing a feast, and asked her, if she would like to join. She happily accepted the invitation, and followed. When we came back, we were shocked, the big fire had spread, setting the nearby trees on fire. The fire was spreding by the minute, and ran more and more out of control, and there was no water nearby. My father acted quickly, and ran for help. But my mother knew that the help would arrive too late, so she thought and thought and ended up with a risky plan. She took the flint and tinder, and ran. I followed her to see what she was doing. She was starting another fire nearby! Still flint and tinder in hand, she explained quickly how the two fires would extinguish each other when they met. In the same moment, my father returned, a druid by his side. He had by chance stumbled upon one nearby, in his search for help. They had brought some water with them, which they used to extinguish the fire. We were relieved for a moment, but then the druid said:" Dedicant Sif Everglade, i have with my very own eyes witnessed you committing a crime against nature. For that you shall be judged by the council. You will be hearing from us soon." When the druid had left, my mother began to cry. She feared that she would be expelled from the society, or worse. My father, unable to understand why she was crying, couldnt comfort her. 3 days later he returned, with a judgement to give. " Sif Everglade, you have been expelled from the order of the druids, and a shun has been bestowed on you. This will be the last time, a member of the order, will speak to you, or archknowledge your existence." After having said that, he left, leaving my mother drowning in tears. My father still couldnt understand why it mattered, and just stood there staring at this crying woman. I couldnt handle it anymore. I took my stuff and ran. Ran away from my mothers misery, away from my fathers incapacity, away from what i until then, had called home. I ran and ran, and when i stopped running, i ran some more, until i finally reached civilization. I had run all the way to Laurelin. It was a very weird feeling, realising that the tales you heard as a little child, about a big glorious elven city, actually were true. I was overwhelmed by its size. In my wildest dreams, i had not even been close to imagining how big it is. I was wonderful. But i was also a bit scared by all the new faces going about, and doing their business. I went back into the woods, and tried to live by myself. But i found myself in constant need of shelter, so i did the only thing i could do, and entered the city. -Character Age: 68 -Character Appearance: Lathander has an obsidian skin, purple eyes and white/grey hair -Character Personality: He is bit distanced at first, but if you can get him to open up, he is a nice person. He doesnt really have a bad temper, but he has a shorter fuse than normally, especially if it takes long. He hates incompetent people, and people who make him wait. He likes The Wild, and the woods. -Your ambitions: His ambitions is to explore the opportunities of the world of Aegis, and make the best of them. Also to find a wife. -Can your character read or write?: He can read and write, but tends not to, because he finds it boring. -Can your character mine?: He have never been taught how to swing an pickaxe. -Are you a capable builder?: The only thing he can build, at the best of times, is a tent. -Can you wield a sword?: He has the strength and stamina, but lacks the training. -Enjoy Farming?: Not one bit -Does your character have any special skills?: He has really basic skills, but he is a capable learner, if it doesnt require him to read and or it gets repetitive. -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/685/20111009180140.png/ -Other Information: He likes mushroom stew.