Lithus

You know just how to cheer me up :) I am having a terrible day lol

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: My minecraft account name is Verify110. If there is an ability to change my in-game name to Lithus that would be preferable though. -How old are you?: I am sixteen years of age. -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern, USA is my residence. -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: My grasp on that puny subject is that of an exemplar. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I find rules to be surprisingly easy to abide by. My levels of testosterone are refined and I have no urges to be immature. The aspect of mine that I have the most pride in is my mind; I hate to not be modest but I am capable of harnessing quite a large vocabulary spanning over almost all subjects. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I will devote anywhere from 5 hours to 25 hours a week, depending on my schedule, on minecraft. -How long have you played minecraft?: I have had several months of experience on minecraft. Don't get me wrong, minecraft means a lot to me and getting permission to play on this server will mean a great deal to me. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have 6 years of Diablo 2 under my belt, 5 years of World of Warcraft to my name and a countless multitude of other examples to bolster my divine roleplaying talents. I know that roleplaying suppresses the characteristics and attributes of the player and replaces those with new ones, often forged by the player his or her self. Upon entering a roleplaying world the player enters a second life. -What do you expect this server will be like?: Serious roleplayers where the common lollygagger will not be tolerated -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Divine Sanction; the uptime was not exemplary. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Indeed I have. The lore has many a grammatical mistake. Aegis spurred from void to flourish with naught but a reason. I liked how orcs were 7 ft tall but by reading the lore there really isn't anything unique to them; they are a default brute (just personal opinion :D) -Name the 4 races on this server. Human, Orc, Dwarf, Elven. Ascended and Undead are also there but you have to be a special person to access them. -How did you hear about us?: I saw a video on youtube where a person gave a tour of LotC -Did you vote?: Yes, I have indeed voted. -What was your favourite Law?: Must speak as if roleplaying (From the looks of the video on youtube, I feel this should be enforced with a greater vigor, to be quite frank) -What was your least favourite Law?: The laws are basic. I have no complaints. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? My account name is Lithus In-Character: -Character Name: I am Lithus. -What is your Race?: Are you so ignorant to believe that we have a choice in life? I am of human lineage. -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/user/29062-lithus/ -Biography: Byron's d'Auro's life began on the lands near Oren and end on the same.After his birth, his quests for glory and treasure halted upon the age of 12 but he received them nonetheless. His father and his father's father were of a bloodline of miners, poor miners. The terra never proved bountiful. Upon the passing of his father, Byron took mining with a new passion. It was not long until he found something. Something his family desired for very long. A vein of gold that extended as far as anyone can imagine. Byron particularly remembers his father's favorite quote; "A penny is worth a penny, two pennies are worth one and a half". Byron took this to heart. He sold the gold in increments of just a maximum of ten kilos per week. The price of gold remained steady. His path to wealth and luxury was clearly established. He met a woman, a woman he cared very much for. It wasn't long their in the ecstatic pleasures they procured a child. It's been fourteen years since that day. Byron felt that his son was ready to have access to the gold deposit. He showed him how to gather the gold from the rock. Byron handed his son a child-sized pickaxe and before his son could get his first hack at the rock, there was a crackling in the distant cavernous deeps. Expecting plunderers, Byron and his son exited the mine shaft with all haste. Byron continued to hire the most elite guards word of mouth could find. There are those who say he paid them enough for each could buy a mansion of their very own. Byron, not ready to lose his source of wealth to a group of law-breaking thieves, invited his hired help to explore the mine in search of the robbers. He showed them to the entrance, hidden under a veil of vines and leaves. Byron unlocked the gate. At the very moment, he sustained a powerful strike to the back of his cranium. He dropped to the leaf-covered floor. His vision blurred. His movement seemed limited and lagged. A headache swelled. Before darkness came to him, he viewed his own mercenaries sneak their way into his mine, giggling like hyenas and with mouths of piranhas. It was dark when he awoke. Dark everywhere. Byron rose to his feet and remembered his trauma and what caused it. Byron inflated with rage. The door to the mine was broken and unhinged. Byron stepped in his mine and saw nothing. He saw nothing. It was dark. The glistening gold had vanished, the burly guards making short work of it. His stomach went light and he expelled bile.He shrieked. He screamed until he had met a reply. It caught him off guard. Something had shrieked back. It was not human. It's voice had a multitude of channels. It was a long decrescendo no human could produce. His mouth went to a grin, expecting his villainous guards to have been injured. He made his way into his empty mine. It was dark. Byron yelled "Where are..." he heard the inhuman shriek again, this time it possessed an aura of vigor and dominion. Byron finally realized that it was, indeed, not of human origin. Not ready to lose his life to whatever the darkness hides, Byron bolted to the entrance of the mine and stepped out. It was dark in the night forest. He placed the unhinged door over the mineshaft entrance and covered it with leaves. He was tired and woosy. He made his way to his mansion. The doors were open. As he approached, nothing could have prepared him for the sight he beheld. The painted walls were discolored with unknown stains. The floor told a story of pandemonium within the house. He called his wife and, this time, did not receive a reply. He climbed up the broken staircase to the bedrooms. The bedroom door was locked. He took a step back and rammed it open. The walls were punctured and battered and the furniture were strewn and broken. Among the rubble of the room, Byron did not find his wife. He sprinted to his sons room and in one swift motion battered the door down. The blankets and sheets of the bed were a scattered and covered with rips and tears and yet, no presence of his beloved wide and son. Byron didn't know how to react. Recalling the wails from the mines, he made his way through the cold moonlight to the entrance and lunged himself inside and called for his wife and son. He called again, and again, and again. Byron waited in the motionless dark. The silence was broken. The wail had recurred. He listened to it intently. He affirmed himself that is certainly is not of human origin. Still, he followed it for a reason unknown to him. People say he lived in that cave for several years before moving on, others say he left everything where it be and escaped his nightmare right then. He never found his wife or son. Byron became a hermit. Rage bled through him. His depression devoured him. Byron threw his name away. He forged himself a new one; Lithus He lives, feeding on his own loathsome view of the world and on his own endless, concealed sadness. Lithus wishes nothing but the worst on his fellow humans. His guards betrayed him. His guards left him with nothing. These humans left his family defenseless. He wasted thirty years in the wastelands on the border of the lands of the undead. He practiced a multitude of ways to ail others. Lord Lithus would develop an uncanny desire to torture and to make others bleed. His hatred has never ceased. Lithus now returns to the land of Humans to start anew, hidden purpose to his life. Humans took his happiness away. He bides his time for now, an everlasting patients, for his time of redemption. -Character Age: Lithus has experienced 55 years of life. -Character Appearance: As his time as a hermit, Lithus has abandoned with purposes to stay kempt and grown a large beard. -Character Personality: A sense of superiority looms everlasting on this man's mind. -Your ambitions: Lithus has been taught, through past experiences, to abandon all hopes in life. He is an exorbitantly bitter being. Lithus wields a cruel and malicious intent, though it is squelched by his repressiveness of which hath spurred from the past traumas this man has witnessed. -Can your character read or write?: Lithus's grasp on language is divine. -Can your character mine?: Yes, a bloodline of fathers has refined his abilities with the pick. -Are you a capable builder? This power of mine can not be overstated. Byron, Lithus's previous appellation, was a capable designer mixing utility with eye-candy with a precision seen nowhere else. Byron's abilities deserve nowhere else but the best; Aegis. -Can you wield a sword?: Lithus is no warrior, but given the right circumstances, he won't be afraid to pick one up and get the job done. (Lithus isn't much of a warrior; although willing to kill on his steadfast need for retribution, his abilities in a face to face battle are limited.) -Enjoy Farming?: No -Does your character have any special skills?:] Lithus's intelligence should not be underestimated. -A screenshot of your skin: Downloaded off minecraftskinspro.com and customized it so to the point where it barely resembles the original design -Other Information: I am familiar with a multitude of Shakespearean plays as well as those of Sophocles. I know social and political aspects of medieval lifestyles. I can use several different 3d modeling programs as well as having a decent understanding of gimp2.0 and FL studio (I'm not too great with FL studio tbh). I am fascinated by space and could lecture you on it day and night for decades and never repeat myself nor become bored :D

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: My minecraft account name is Verify110. If there is an ability to change my in-game name to Lithus that would be preferable though. -How old are you?: I am sixteen years of age. -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern, USA is my residence. -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: My grasp on that puny subject is that of an exemplar. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I find rules to be surprisingly easy to abide by. My levels of testosterone are refined and I have no urges to be immature. The aspect of mine that I have the most pride in is my mind; I hate to not be modest but I am capable of harnessing quite a large vocabulary spanning over almost all subjects. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I will devote anywhere from 5 hours to 25 hours a week, depending on my schedule, on minecraft. -How long have you played minecraft?: I have had several months of experience on minecraft. Don't get me wrong, minecraft means a lot to me and getting permission to play on this server will mean a great deal to me. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have 6 years of Diablo 2 under my belt, 5 years of World of Warcraft to my name and a countless multitude of other examples to bolster my divine roleplaying talents. I know that roleplaying suppresses the characteristics and attributes of the player and replaces those with new ones, often forged by the player his or her self. Upon entering a roleplaying world the player enters a second life. -What do you expect this server will be like?: Serious roleplayers where the common lollygagger will not be tolerated -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Divine Sanction; the uptime was not exemplary. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Indeed I have. The lore has many a grammatical mistake. Aegis spurred from void to flourish with naught but a reason. I liked how orcs were 7 ft tall but by reading the lore there really isn't anything unique to them; they are a default brute (just personal opinion :D) -Name the 4 races on this server. Human, Orc, Dwarf, Elven. Ascended and Undead are also there but you have to be a special person to access them. -How did you hear about us?: I saw a video on youtube where a person gave a tour of LotC -Did you vote?: Yes, I have indeed voted. -What was your favourite Law?: Must speak as if roleplaying (From the looks of the video on youtube, I feel this should be enforced with a greater vigor, to be quite frank) -What was your least favourite Law?: The laws are basic. I have no complaints. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? My account name is Lithus In-Character: -Character Name: I am Lithus. -What is your Race?: Are you so ignorant to believe that we have a choice in life? I am of human lineage. -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/user/29062-lithus/ -Biography: Byron's d'Auro's life began on the lands near Oren and end on the same.After his birth, his quests for glory and treasure halted upon the age of 12 but he received them nonetheless. His father and his father's father were of a bloodline of miners, poor miners. The terra never proved bountiful. Upon the passing of his father, Byron took mining with a new passion. It was not long until he found something. Something his family desired for very long. A vein of gold that extended as far as anyone can imagine. Byron particularly remembers his father's favorite quote; "A penny is worth a penny, two pennies are worth one and a half". Byron took this to heart. He sold the gold in increments of just a maximum of ten kilos per week. The price of gold remained steady. His path to wealth and luxury was clearly established. He met a woman, a woman he cared very much for. It wasn't long their in the ecstatic pleasures they procured a child. It's been fourteen years since that day. Byron felt that his son was ready to have access to the gold deposit. He showed him how to gather the gold from the rock. Byron handed his son a child-sized pickaxe and before his son could get his first hack at the rock, there was a crackling in the distant cavernous deeps. Expecting plunderers, Byron and his son exited the mine shaft with all haste. Byron continued to hire the most elite guards word of mouth could find. There are those who say he paid them enough for each could buy a mansion of their very own. Byron, not ready to lose his source of wealth to a group of law-breaking thieves, invited his hired help to explore the mine in search of the robbers. He showed them to the entrance, hidden under a veil of vines and leaves. Byron unlocked the gate. At the very moment, he sustained a powerful strike to the back of his cranium. He dropped to the leaf-covered floor. His vision blurred. His movement seemed limited and lagged. A headache swelled. Before darkness came to him, he viewed his own mercenaries sneak their way into his mine, giggling like hyenas and with mouths of piranhas. It was dark when he awoke. Dark everywhere. Byron rose to his feet and remembered his trauma and what caused it. Byron inflated with rage. The door to the mine was broken and unhinged. Byron stepped in his mine and saw nothing. He saw nothing. It was dark. The glistening gold had vanished, the burly guards making short work of it. His stomach went light and he expelled bile.He shrieked. He screamed until he had met a reply. It caught him off guard. Something had shrieked back. It was not human. It's voice had a multitude of channels. It was a long decrescendo no human could produce. His mouth went to a grin, expecting his villainous guards to have been injured. He made his way into his empty mine. It was dark. Byron yelled "Where are..." he heard the inhuman shriek again, this time it possessed an aura of vigor and dominion. Byron finally realized that it was, indeed, not of human origin. Not ready to lose his life to whatever the darkness hides, Byron bolted to the entrance of the mine and stepped out. It was dark in the night forest. He placed the unhinged door over the mineshaft entrance and covered it with leaves. He was tired and woosy. He made his way to his mansion. The doors were open. As he approached, nothing could have prepared him for the sight he beheld. The painted walls were discolored with unknown stains. The floor told a story of pandemonium within the house. He called his wife and, this time, did not receive a reply. He climbed up the broken staircase to the bedrooms. The bedroom door was locked. He took a step back and rammed it open. The walls were punctured and battered and the furniture were strewn and broken. Among the rubble of the room, Byron did not find his wife. He sprinted to his sons room and in one swift motion battered the door down. The blankets and sheets of the bed were a scattered and covered with rips and tears and yet, no presence of his beloved wide and son. Byron didn't know how to react. Recalling the wails from the mines, he made his way through the cold moonlight to the entrance and lunged himself inside and called for his wife and son. He called again, and again, and again. Byron waited in the motionless dark. The silence was broken. The wail had recurred. He listened to it intently. He affirmed himself that is certainly is not of human origin. Still, he followed it for a reason unknown to him. People say he lived in that cave for several years before moving on, others say he left everything where it be and escaped his nightmare right then. He never found his wife or son. Byron became a hermit. Rage bled through him. His depression devoured him. Byron threw his name away. He forged himself a new one; Lithus He lives, feeding on his own loathsome view of the world and on his own endless, concealed sadness. Lithus wishes nothing but the worst on his fellow humans. His guards betrayed him. His guards left him with nothing. These humans left his family defenseless. He wasted thirty years in the wastelands on the border of the lands of the undead. He practiced a multitude of ways to ail others. Lord Lithus would develop an uncanny desire to torture and to make others bleed. His hatred has never ceased. Lithus now returns to the land of Humans to start anew, hidden purpose to his life. Humans took his happiness away. He bides his time for now, an everlasting patients, for his time of redemption. -Character Age: Lithus has experienced 55 years of life. -Character Appearance: As his time as a hermit, Lithus has abandoned with purposes to stay kempt and grown a large beard. -Character Personality: A sense of superiority looms everlasting on this man's mind. -Your ambitions: Lithus has been taught, through past experiences, to abandon all hopes in life. He is an exorbitantly bitter being. Lithus wields a cruel and malicious intent, though it is squelched by his repressiveness of which hath spurred from the past traumas this man has witnessed. -Can your character read or write?: Lithus's grasp on language is divine. -Can your character mine?: Yes, a bloodline of fathers has refined his abilities with the pick. -Are you a capable builder? This power of mine can not be overstated. Byron, Lithus's previous appellation, was a capable designer mixing utility with eye-candy with a precision seen nowhere else. Byron's abilities deserve nowhere else but the best; Aegis. -Can you wield a sword?: Lithus is no warrior, but given the right circumstances, he won't be afraid to pick one up and get the job done. (Lithus isn't much of a warrior; although willing to kill on his steadfast need for retribution, his abilities in a face to face battle are limited.) -Enjoy Farming?: No -Does your character have any special skills?:] Lithus's intelligence should not be underestimated. -A screenshot of your skin: Downloaded off minecraftskinspro.com and customized it so to the point where it barely resembles the original design -Other Information: I am familiar with a multitude of Shakespearean plays as well as those of Sophocles. I know social and political aspects of medieval lifestyles. I can use several different 3d modeling programs as well as having a decent understanding of gimp2.0 and FL studio (I'm not too great with FL studio tbh). I am fascinated by space and could lecture you on it day and night for decades and never repeat myself nor become bored :D

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