Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name:
dionnsai
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
no
How old are you?:
33
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Eastern Time Zone
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
Parent of 3, work full time, play when I'm off.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
Hour or two on workdays, several hours on off days.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
A chance to step away from real life and be someone/something else.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Never personally tried it, but from what I've seen, utilizing game mechanics or external tools/cheats to gain unfair advantage or abnormally elevate character skills/abilities/levels.
In roleplay, metagaming would be utilizing or acting on knowledge which ones character has no logical ability to have access to.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
A more polished/professional roleplay server than those I've played on previously.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
landoflegends.net - fun server, just grew bored and then the server went offline after 1.7. They're still trying to get a 1.0.1 build up and running.
minescaperpg - current server, I lead the largest town, but smallest nation on this server...not certain I'm exactly "leaving" yet, but I'm looking at options and I'd like to see what you have to offer. =D
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes
How did you hear about us?:
Minecraftforum
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
Yes, somehow I didn't see how to tell what vote number I was. If you wish I can vote again.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
dionnsai
In-Character:
Character Name:
Dionnsai
What is your Race?:
Human
Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
"Clang clang!" the alarm bells ring loud and clear! "It's too late I shout, they're here!" Down in the village I can see fires springing up as the Brukweyrian forces throw torches on the easily lit thatched rooftops. From my perch on the castle wall, I can see the townsfolk are still streaming across the bridge into the castle...but I know already that they won't all make it. I see Knight Roado in the midst of them, urging them to hurry. Twenty paces behind, the leader of the invading force rounds the corner of the inn with twenty men-at-arms at his heels. They'll be at the drawbridge in moments...I have to do it.
"Lower the gate and erect barricade! Ready the oil!" The remaining townsfolk outside begin to scream, I shut it out and focus on the approaching force. Behind the approaching men at arms, a small squad of hunters is climbing up the inn and positioning themselves behind the crown of the rooftop. Knight Roado glances up from the bridge at me and nods, then turns towards the coming onslaught. We've done this before, but each time is harder than the last...we won't survive this time.
I draw my bow, and the ranks of archers at my flanks do the same. We've drilled and drilled, no orders are needed. I murmur the incantation for fire, and as my arrow begins to glow, so do those of my men. I take aim at the hunters on the inn as they try to stabilize themselves. I loose my arrow and as I do, twenty others join it in flight. "Too late again" I think, as I see that the hunters have released their own volley as well. "Too late, why does it always end this way?"
There is no pain as the razor-edged flint tips sink into my body. As the red wells up in my eyes, I look down to see Knight Roado trading blows with the men-at-arms. Tapplewhack is behind him, slinging fireballs into their midst, but it's not enough this time, there are just too many...the red fills my vision and I cannot see.
"The queen!, the queen has been shot!" I hear the shouts, feel the hands catch me and lower me to the cold stone brick...and then the shouting...the clatter of swords and armor fades from my ears, and the blackness comes...
As the cold dark envelopes me, the memories return: The lives, so many bodies, names, each one different and yet, still me...the undeniable urge to build, homes, towns, great cities...nations. They always come to me, the people, the wealth, the power...the war.
I feel the new connections beginning, new smells, new eyes...new teeth...new teeth are always so odd...and with them the memories fade. I grasp at them one last time and my mind shouts: "Whatever Gods rule this new world, for once, just this once, let me have peace!"
The memories are gone. My new eyes open, and I see walls of sandstone. I like sandstone. A sign on the wall reads: "The First Gate, you begin to see"... I look forward into this new world. I know not why but I feel an uncontrollable urge to build...I must go find untainted land and build...
Your characters ambitions:
Dionnsai is a builder at heart, her last town was a tudor style design. Dionnsai relishes in building beautiful things, not epic mind you...subdued with an attempt towards realistic scale. Dionnsai lives for the siege, the defense, the breach, and the process of rebuilding yet again, stronger and better than before. Dionnsai dislikes the sword and the fist, and trusts only the bow in combat.
Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?
With the wisdom of age comes the ability to see not just the surface of a situation, but an awareness of the big picture and what real truth may be. The cottage I see is of human design, and what appear to be bandits are also human. From the looks of them they are not well travelled, likely this is their home. The elf on the other hand, has the bearing of a common thief. Further he has tucked in his belt what appear to be a pair of poor quality silver candlesticks...most likely stolen from the cottage. As the humans appear to have him cornered, I offer to contact the local magistrate and send him to arrest the cur. Then I head on my way towards the nearest town.
Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?
Oy you! I look like a SIR to you? Are ya daft or blind?
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