Derekja

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Derekja How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+/-7:00/USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe I have a great grip. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I describe myself as a simple man, one with a drive for a great education and to hope for a great chance to change the world for the greater good. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could spend quite a lot of time on the server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying should be a new, fun, and exciting way for people to get away from their normal lives, roleplaying involves seperating thyself from thyself and into a different world as an alter ego or a totally different life of thy selves choosing. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've had quite a lot of experience, atleast 5 years. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is taking the OOC information received from another person and then using to change things Icly like an all knowing god, able to know the past, or predict the future. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming (Or known as God-Modding to me) is acting as an invulnerable, unstopable god that can't be harmed by any virtual way of meen's. Meaning that the character is a god and is unstoppable. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be a large, and helpful community of roleplayer's that thrive and help one-a-nother openly. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've tried few other server's to no succes, as in being griefed, trolled, or just leaving them of boredom. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Indeed, I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: If I didn't, would I really be taking the time to do this? (Yes, I do agree.) How did you hear about us?: I heard about this server through my friend, I believe her ingame name is Leka213 Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you. No, but I do plan to once I know what this server is like and what the community is like. In-Character: Character Name: Magnus Vayne What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): An unknown race of beat's. Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Magnus, Was born not knowing who his father was, and frankly, he never will know, but we'll save that for another story. Young magnus starting growing up with only his mother in a poor village, low on supplies, food, and water, and far from and major civilization, they sent out a messenger group to find a prosperous village, and plead for aid. Whilst the messenger's were gone, his mother, his only parent and last remaining love in the world came down with a terrible sickness from famine and rampant disease... About a month later; His mother was on her death bead, and unable to move, he was the only one their to comfort her in her final hours, Magnus was alone with his mother, he life slowly slipping away in his hand's... Soon his mother would be dead, dead in his hand's, Him unable to do anything to help her in any way or form... The following week; The supplies finally arrived way to late for Magnus, now in a quite bit of sorrow, and rage. Magnus was soon shipped of to the larger town, no other family wanting, or able to support another mouth to feed, so he thought at least. He never knew why no one wanted him, they all had the same answer, “The evil is strong with you little boy, Begone!” The next week; Magnus, six years of age woke up in a dark, dank, and dirt cart, the escort’s corralled the children out of the cart, their parent's having also died from the rampant disease and famine, and were soon after put into an orphanage, not a very great one at that, it was only a medium 3 bedroom orphanage, with 5 beds in each room, only enough for every child, but poor Magnus... No, no, no. He was put into one of the large storage room's, often forgot about... so in his solitude, he started to devise his plan of escape from the orphanage, rather cruel to other mind's, necessary to his... One week later; Finally, his potion was done, or rather, poison was done brewing... Oh yes, Magnus planned to kill every last living person in the orphanage, oh yes, He could no longer stand the irritable teasing and whining of the other children, And also the nagging and beating's from the so called, 'Lovable caretaker's'... It was his turn to assist in preparing the supper for the day, he slipped the vial of poison under his baggy, sack cloth shirt and concealed it well. After entering the kitchen, he silently crept over to the cooking pot, and dumped the content's of the vial into the soup pot, though it already looked like slop, so it made little difference to the color and texture of it. The following hour's; Oh how Magnus was satisfied with his work. Oh greatly indeed, All the children and caretaker's had finished their meal's earlier, and were now face down in their own blood and vomit, and so their her stood amidst the large miasma of death, it, for the first time, brought a smile to his face. Of course not a good one, not at all, it brought a snear smile of success, the smile of the final kill, the smile of an insane, perpetual, and cold hearted killer to his face... The following twenty year's; Oh how his mind had prospered, living smugly amongst the people, or now to him, prey of his experiments. He often visited the library now, looking for various recipe’s for new potion's to brew, after all, he did have to make revenue for his house. Oh yes, Despite his mass murder twenty year's ago, no one expected a small six year old infant could have killed everyone there. Oh no, He now work's as a potion brewer, or as some say, alchemist. Some proclaim him mad, even insane. How harsh their words can be... Well, Not so young Magnus, He prefers... “Creative” And so now he lives as an alchemist, a cold hearted killer amongst the normal folk. What is your Character's ambitions?: His ambitions are to change the world, and get revenge on the people for what they've always denied him. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His favorite tool is his brewery station, Of course. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?: Isn't it rather obvious? Alchemy of course. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): (Will be added in attachment’s.) Other Information about your Character: He stands a stout 5 foot, 10 inches tall. Jet black hair, and eye's as bright blue as the ocean. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?: He would simply stroll be, not even wanted to give a glance towards the two armed bandit's. Not giving any care towards the small, defenseless halfling. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?: He would respond by asking for both simple, or rare, or even delicate herbs and various ingredients of alchemy, asking in only the up-most detail. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: He would steal them, including the chest and haul the load with him, and the proceed to burn the hut to the ground not caring if anyone lived there or worked there. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?: He would act defenseless and wounded, as if he were just battered and attacked, and would tell the townsfolk/guard's that their was a group of bandit's with a large bounty on their head's just down the road and that if they hurried, they could still catch them and turn them in, Then ask for an escort to the Inn or some sort of medical housing and steal food, water, and various supplies from the town/housing. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: He simply ignores the call to action, why go through the trouble of risking his life for the common people, what have they ever done for him?

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Derekja How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+/-7:00/USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe I have a great grip. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I describe myself as a simple man, one with a drive for a great education and to hope for a great chance to change the world for the greater good. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could spend quite a lot of time on the server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying should be a new, fun, and exciting way for people to get away from their normal lives, roleplaying involves seperating thyself from thyself and into a different world as an alter ego or a totally different life of thy selves choosing. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've had quite a lot of experience, atleast 5 years. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is taking the OOC information received from another person and then using to change things Icly like an all knowing god, able to know the past, or predict the future. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming (Or known as God-Modding to me) is acting as an invulnerable, unstopable god that can't be harmed by any virtual way of meen's. Meaning that the character is a god and is unstoppable. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be a large, and helpful community of roleplayer's that thrive and help one-a-nother openly. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've tried few other server's to no succes, as in being griefed, trolled, or just leaving them of boredom. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Indeed, I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: If I didn't, would I really be taking the time to do this? (Yes, I do agree.) How did you hear about us?: I heard about this server through my friend, I believe her ingame name is Leka213 Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: No, but I do plan to once I know what this server is like and what the community is like. In-Character: Character Name: Magnus Vayne What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): An unknown race of beat's. Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Magnus, Was born not knowing who his father was, and frankly, he never will know, but we'll save that for another story. Young magnus starting growing up with only his mother in a poor village, low on supplies, food, and water, and far from and major civilization, they sent out a messenger group to find a prosperous village, and plead for aid. Whilst the messenger's were gone, his mother, his only parent and last remaining love in the world came down with a terrible sickness from famine and rampant disease... About a month later; His mother was on her death bead, and unable to move, he was the only one their to comfort her in her final hours, Magnus was alone with his mother, he life slowly slipping away in his hand's... Soon his mother would be dead, dead in his hand's, Him unable to do anything to help her in any way or form... The following week; The supplies finally arrived way to late for Magnus, now in a quite bit of sorrow, and rage. Magnus was soon shipped of to the larger town, no other family wanting, or able to support another mouth to feed, so he thought at least. He never knew why no one wanted him, they all had the same answer, “The evil is strong with you little boy, Begone!” The next week; Magnus, six years of age woke up in a dark, dank, and dirt cart, the escort’s corralled the children out of the cart, their parent's having also died from the rampant disease and famine, and were soon after put into an orphanage, not a very great one at that, it was only a medium 3 bedroom orphanage, with 5 beds in each room, only enough for every child, but poor Magnus... No, no, no. He was put into one of the large storage room's, often forgot about... so in his solitude, he started to devise his plan of escape from the orphanage, rather cruel to other mind's, necessary to his... One week later; Finally, his potion was done, or rather, poison was done brewing... Oh yes, Magnus planned to kill every last living person in the orphanage, oh yes, He could no longer stand the irritable teasing and whining of the other children, And also the nagging and beating's from the so called, 'Lovable caretaker's'... It was his turn to assist in preparing the supper for the day, he slipped the vial of poison under his baggy, sack cloth shirt and concealed it well. After entering the kitchen, he silently crept over to the cooking pot, and dumped the content's of the vial into the soup pot, though it already looked like slop, so it made little difference to the color and texture of it. The following hour's; Oh how Magnus was satisfied with his work. Oh greatly indeed, All the children and caretaker's had finished their meal's earlier, and were now face down in their own blood and vomit, and so their her stood amidst the large miasma of death, it, for the first time, brought a smile to his face. Of course not a good one, not at all, it brought a snear smile of success, the smile of the final kill, the smile of an insane, perpetual, and cold hearted killer to his face... The following twenty year's; Oh how his mind had prospered, living smugly amongst the people, or now to him, prey of his experiments. He often visited the library now, looking for various recipe’s for new potion's to brew, after all, he did have to make revenue for his house. Oh yes, Despite his mass murder twenty year's ago, no one expected a small six year old infant could have killed everyone there. Oh no, He now work's as a potion brewer, or as some say, alchemist. Some proclaim him mad, even insane. How harsh their words can be... Well, Not so young Magnus, He prefers... “Creative” And so now he lives as an alchemist, a cold hearted killer amongst the normal folk. What is your Character's ambitions?: His ambitions are to change the world, and get revenge on the people for what they've always denied him. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His favorite tool is his brewery station, Of course. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?: Isn't it rather obvious? Alchemy of course. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): (Will be added in attachment’s.) Other Information about your Character: He stands a stout 5 foot, 10 inches tall. Jet black hair, and eye's as bright blue as the ocean. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?: He would simply stroll be, not even wanted to give a glance towards the two armed bandit's. Not giving any care towards the small, defenseless halfling. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?: He would respond by asking for both simple, or rare, or even delicate herbs and various ingredients of alchemy, asking in only the up-most detail. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: He would steal them, including the chest and haul the load with him, and the proceed to burn the hut to the ground not caring if anyone lived there or worked there. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?: He would act defenseless and wounded, as if he were just battered and attacked, and would tell the townsfolk/guard's that their was a group of bandit's with a large bounty on their head's just down the road and that if they hurried, they could still catch them and turn them in, Then ask for an escort to the Inn or some sort of medical housing and steal food, water, and various supplies from the town/housing. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: He simply ignores the call to action, why go through the trouble of risking his life for the common people, what have they ever done for him?

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Derekja How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+/-7:00/USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I believe I have a great grip. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I describe myself as a simple man, one with a drive for a great education and to hope for a great chance to change the world for the greater good. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could spend quite a lot of time on the server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying should be a new, fun, and exciting way for people to get away from their normal lives, roleplaying involves seperating thyself from thyself and into a different world as an alter ego or a totally different life of thy selves choosing. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've had quite a lot of experience, atleast 5 years. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is taking the OOC information received from another person and then using to change things Icly like an all knowing god, able to know the past, or predict the future. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming (Or known as God-Modding to me) is acting as an invulnerable, unstopable god that can't be harmed by any virtual way of meen's. Meaning that the character is a god and is unstoppable. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be a large, and helpful community of roleplayer's that thrive and help one-a-nother openly. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've tried few other server's to no succes, as in being griefed, trolled, or just leaving them of boredom. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Indeed, I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: If I didn't, would I really be taking the time to do this? (Yes, I do agree.) How did you hear about us?: I heard about this server through my friend, I believe her ingame name is Leka213 Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: No, but I do plan to once I know what this server is like and what the community is like. In-Character: Character Name: Magnus Vayne What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): An unknown race of beat's. Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Magnus, Was born not knowing who his father was, and frankly, he never will know, but we'll save that for another story. Young magnus starting growing up with only his mother in a poor village, low on supplies, food, and water, and far from and major civilization, they sent out a messenger group to find a prosperous village, and plead for aid. Whilst the messenger's were gone, his mother, his only parent and last remaining love in the world came down with a terrible sickness from famine and rampant disease... About a month later; His mother was on her death bead, and unable to move, he was the only one their to comfort her in her final hours, Magnus was alone with his mother, he life slowly slipping away in his hand's... Soon his mother would be dead, dead in his hand's, Him unable to do anything to help her in any way or form... The following week; The supplies finally arrived way to late for Magnus, now in a quite bit of sorrow, and rage. Magnus was soon shipped of to the larger town, no other family wanting, or able to support another mouth to feed, so he thought at least. He never knew why no one wanted him, they all had the same answer, “The evil is strong with you little boy, Begone!” The next week; Magnus, six years of age woke up in a dark, dank, and dirt cart, the escort’s corralled the children out of the cart, their parent's having also died from the rampant disease and famine, and were soon after put into an orphanage, not a very great one at that, it was only a medium 3 bedroom orphanage, with 5 beds in each room, only enough for every child, but poor Magnus... No, no, no. He was put into one of the large storage room's, often forgot about... so in his solitude, he started to devise his plan of escape from the orphanage, rather cruel to other mind's, necessary to his... One week later; Finally, his potion was done, or rather, poison was done brewing... Oh yes, Magnus planned to kill every last living person in the orphanage, oh yes, He could no longer stand the irritable teasing and whining of the other children, And also the nagging and beating's from the so called, 'Lovable caretaker's'... It was his turn to assist in preparing the supper for the day, he slipped the vial of poison under his baggy, sack cloth shirt and concealed it well. After entering the kitchen, he silently crept over to the cooking pot, and dumped the content's of the vial into the soup pot, though it already looked like slop, so it made little difference to the color and texture of it. The following hour's; Oh how Magnus was satisfied with his work. Oh greatly indeed, All the children and caretaker's had finished their meal's earlier, and were now face down in their own blood and vomit, and so their her stood amidst the large miasma of death, it, for the first time, brought a smile to his face. Of course not a good one, not at all, it brought a snear smile of success, the smile of the final kill, the smile of an insane, perpetual, and cold hearted killer to his face... The following twenty year's; Oh how his mind had prospered, living smugly amongst the people, or now to him, prey of his experiments. He often visited the library now, looking for various recipe’s for new potion's to brew, after all, he did have to make revenue for his house. Oh yes, Despite his mass murder twenty year's ago, no one expected a small six year old infant could have killed everyone there. Oh no, He now work's as a potion brewer, or as some say, alchemist. Some proclaim him mad, even insane. How harsh their words can be... Well, Not so young Magnus, He prefers... “Creative” And so now he lives as an alchemist, a cold hearted killer amongst the normal folk. What is your Character's ambitions?: His ambitions are to change the world, and get revenge on the people for what they've always denied him. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His favorite tool is his brewery station, Of course. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?: Isn't it rather obvious? Alchemy of course. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Screenshot is in attachment's. Other Information about your Character: He stands a stout 5 foot, 10 inches tall. Jet black hair, and eye's as bright blue as the ocean. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?: He would simply stroll be, not even wanted to give a glance towards the two armed bandit's. Not giving any care towards the small, defenseless halfling. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?: He would respond by asking for both simple, or rare, or even delicate herbs and various ingredients of alchemy, asking in only the up-most detail. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: He would steal them, including the chest and haul the load with him, and the proceed to burn the hut to the ground not caring if anyone lived there or worked there. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?: He would act defenseless and wounded, as if he were just battered and attacked, and would tell the townsfolk/guard's that their was a group of bandit's with a large bounty on their head's just down the road and that if they hurried, they could still catch them and turn them in, Then ask for an escort to the Inn or some sort of medical housing and steal food, water, and various supplies from the town/housing. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: He simply ignores the call to action, why go through the trouble of risking his life for the common people, what have they ever done for him?

Out of character- OOC; Accounts name- Derekja How old are you?: I am 17 years of age. Time Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard time/USA New Castle, Indiana Do you have a good grip on the English language?: Yes, I believe that I have a rather good grip. Give a small 2-3 sentence description of yourself: I think of myself as a well hearted, well behaved, and well education, and rather, Not much more should need be said. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could spend a large time on, atleast 30 hours or so a week. What do you know about role playing?: Role playing is separating your mind from your body and just letting yourself become a different person, living as another person and doing as you see fit in that life, making the decisions that will not affect you, but the character you are playing as. What experience do you have roleplaying?: I have a great deal of it, rather three or so years of experience. In my own words, the definition of Meta, and Power-Gaming: Metagaming is using an OOC contexted information to use in an IC situation such as a character weakness of some sort or a secret location of a magical artifact. Power-gaming, or as I say, 'Poweremoting' is using an incredibly overpowered emote or such to instantly kill another player or to act or be of an inhumane godlike stature in the world... Of minecraft in this case. What do you expect the server to be like?: I hope it to be of a helpful and friendly community of role-players that are experienced and grateful. What other servers have you played on and why: I've played on a multitude of other servers, mainly trying to find a friendly role-playing community to do so with, and yet I have found none, I'm hoping this one will be. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rule: Yes, I have reviewed the multiple times and do agree with them. Do you promise to abide by said rules and law's: Yes, I do solemly agree to follow and abide by the set rules and law's. How did you hear about us: I heard about this place through a friend of mine, He MC-Name is Leka213. Have you voted for lord of the craft: No, I have not yet voted for the server, though I will do so soon. In character- IC; Character name- Sethoros What race are you: His race is Human. What sub-race are you: His sub-race is elvish. Young Sethoros was born into a peasantry lifestyle and with a poor family at hand, he was an only child from his mother having four other miscarriages, He is lucky to be alive, one day on his seventh birthday, he and his father went on a rousing huting trip for food, for they were running dangerously low from the harsh, unruly winter blizzards, as they were trekking through the snow they came upon, what they thought, was a large, abandoned open cave face, as they ventured forward together they heard a loud menacing roar from deep inside the cave, before they even had time to react, the large charging snow bear was upon them, charging at them with vigorous energized speed! His father was the bears target, the bear took barley any notice to your Sethoros, as the bear pounced upon his father, pinning him to the ground young Sethoros in an adrenaline fueled rage, thrust himself upon the bear, stabbing vigorously at its head an throat, killing it a a few jabs, and stabs with his knife, the bear now lay upon the ground dead, but under the bear, lay his father dead body... Bloody and mangled young Sethoros had no idea what had happened, the bear has crush, and caved in his fathers chest cavities, crushing his heart and lungs instantly killing him... Now alone and orphaned in the world, young Sethoros set out into it alone... Five years later; Young Sethoros, Though not so young now I should say, Is now a large hearty young man, living by himself in the wilds, a hermit of sorts. One day on his usual hunting routine his stumbled apon a strange tracking, one he had not seen in years... Wagon wheel tracks! My my he had though he would never see any sort of human interaction again, Sethoros set out, following the tracks to the end, where he, and only him stand at the foot of a glorious, large castle drawbridge... my my was he surprised at how large it was, wondering what could lie beyond it, Not but a moment later, a guard from the watchtower called out down to him, 'Oi! What are ye' doin' down there kid!' Sethoros, not knowing much of the language in solitude, answered back with his utmost knowledge of the English language Sethoros called, “I was only tracking these wheels!” The guard, now only just met him yelled to the others, “Open the drawbridge!” and a few minutes later, it was down and open, He now saw what lay before him in the city, a new world of sorts, new and full of adventure, the guard yelled back down to him, “Welcome to Falkonreath, Home of the order of the Silver Falcon!” Sethoros had no idea what the man meant, so he went inside of the town, no money, fame, or family, he wondered around aimlessly for hours, and hours, until it was night time. What was a young man like him supposed to do for the night? Sleep on the cold hard ground, open and exposed to strangers and cut-throats of the town? No, He decided otherwise to keep going, he came upon a large keep gate, with a Silver Falcon atop the gate scaffolding... The gate was open, so he wandered inside, he was greeted by a fairly large man in a full suit of shining plate armor, something Sethoros was amazed about, he had never seen anything like it! The large man spoke to him in a raspy, stern voice, “Well well? A youngn' in the keep? Might I ask good lad, What are ye' doing here?” Sethoros of course didn't know how to respond, nor could he, he was focused on the mans armor, so the man simply stated, “Well, You must be here for the guild, aren't ye'?” He took Sethoros' arm, though not hurting him he was slightly alarmed, he followed the man into a decent sized room wit ha desk, with a large charter book in it, the man turned it around and asked, “What's your name boy?” And he simply answered back, “Sethoros...” For that’s all he could answer back, the man wrote his name down in the book, simply under date of birth and occupation, he put 'unknown' and turned the book back around. “Sethoros,” the man said, “Welcome to your new life son... As a Templar!” Five years later he is now a holy Templar, fully armored as the man was when he found him, and now understands the English language, he is now part of an arranged squad where he is one of the most fearsome fighters, and so now he sets off, into the world he knows nothing of, and of what he now considers to be 'home'... And so, our next chapter in the story begins... His ambitions are to cleanse the world of evil and to uphold the rights of justice and faith in the world. What is your character's ambitions: His ambitions are to help and protect the weak and defenseless, bring back the virtues of the world, and keep the ones who hold great power in line. What is your character's favorite tool: His favorite tool would of course be his sword. What is one of your character's most skilled talents: His most skilled talent would be swordsmanship, though his smithing is great also. Insert a screenshot of your character: I currently cant in the program I am using. Other information: Other information about him would be that he stands 6 foot, 2 inches tall, he has jet black hair and deep ocean blue eye's. Open-Response-Questions; Whilst traveling from the Cloud temple you see a small halfling being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond: He would evaluate the battle for a moment, taking in who is attacking, defending, and wounded, after a very brief moment he rushes in to battle! His large two-handed silver hacking and slashing through at the warriors! He helps the halfling up, tending to his wounds with minor healing magics and simple medicines and bandages, taking time out of his way to take him to the nearest town for care, not asking for any reward or help in return, for these are his virtues. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He's offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent, “ 'ello there, what can I do for you today?” What is your reaction: He would not ask for much, only but the simplest of items such as bread and meat, only asking for little and at a fair price, for he huts and procures his own meats, weapons, and armor. Whilst wandering in the wilds, you character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars and a golden sword. How would you character react: He would react be simply closing the chest back and leaving the contents of it completely how they were, and leaving the chest alone inside of the hut, and leave a note saying, “Take better care of your goods, they could be easily stolen.” You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information: He would gladly offer his help in any way that the guards would see fit, and would ask for no reward in return for his services for he would only participate to defend and protect the citizens.

Out of character- Accounts name- Derekja No, I did neither of the sort. I am 17 years of age. Eastern Standard time/USA New Castle, Indiana I think of myself as having a fair grip of it with a large plethora of vacabulary. I am a 17 year old, Both black and white, Six foot two inches tall and I currently have an ablative occupations at a local health care facility. I could spend a large time on, as I am currently on a vacation. I know a rather lot about role-playing, Being separated from your every-day life and putting yourself into a new image of reality and into a new self being and undergoing life in said world as you think you should do. Metagaming is using an OOC contexted information to use in an IC situation such as a character weakness of some sort or a secret location of a magical artifact. Powergaming, or as I say, 'Poweremoting' is using an incredibly overpowered emote or such to instantly kill another player or to act or be of an inhumane godlike stature in the world... Of minecraft in this case. I hope it to be of a helpful and friendly community of role-players that are experienced and grateful. I've played on other building and surival servers though I did not enjoy them because there were too many immature people that Pked when not obligated to and constantly griefed other people, and my, magnificent art and building work. Of course, You even stated it before you have us fill this application out and in the registration. Through a friend of mine, Leka213 or something along the lines of that in-game. Not yet, though I do plan to as soon as I am on and ready to start off on my campaign. Derekja is my current forum name. In Character- Character name- Sethoros, The Templar My race is a half-elf, mix of human and elf. Young Sethoros was born into a peasantry lifestyle and with a poor family at hand, he was an only child from his mother having four other miscarriages, He is lucky to be alive, one day on his seventh birthday, he and his father went on a rousing huting trip for food, for they were running dangerously low from the harsh, unruly winter blizzards, as they were trekking through the snow they came upon, what they thought, was a large, abandoned open cave face, as they ventured forward together they heard a loud menacing roar from deep inside the cave, before they even had time to react, the large charging snow bear was upon them, charging at them with vigorous energized speed! His father was the bears target, the bear took barley any notice to your Sethoros, as the bear pounced upon his father, pinning him to the ground young Sethoros in an adrenaline fueled rage, thrust himself upon the bear, stabbing vigorously at its head an throat, killing it a a few jabs, and stabs with his knife, the bear now lay upon the ground dead, but under the bear, lay his father dead body... Bloody and mangled young Sethoros had no idea what had happened, the bear has crush, and caved in his fathers chest cavities, crushing his heart and lungs instantly killing him... Now alone and orphaned in the world, young Sethoros set out into it alone... Five years later; Young Sethoros, Though not so young now I should say, Is now a large hearty young man, living by himself in the wilds, a hermit of sorts. One day on his usual hunting routine his stumbled apon a strange tracking, one he had not seen in years... Wagon wheel tracks! My my he had though he would never see any sort of human interaction again, Sethoros set out, following the tracks to the end, where he, and only him stand at the foot of a glorious, large castle drawbridge... my my was he surprised at how large it was, wondering what could lie beyond it, Not but a moment later, a guard from the watchtower called out down to him, 'Oi! What are ye' doin' down there kid!' Sethoros, not knowing much of the language in solitude, answered back with his utmost knowledge of the English language Sethoros called, “I was only tracking these wheels!” The guard, now only just met him yelled to the others, “Open the drawbridge!” and a few minutes later, it was down and open, He now saw what lay before him in the city, a new world of sorts, new and full of adventure, the guard yelled back down to him, “Welcome to Falkonreath, Home of the order of the Silver Falcon!” Sethoros had no idea what the man meant, so he went inside of the town, no money, fame, or family, he wondered around aimlessly for hours, and hours, until it was night time. What was a young man like him supposed to do for the night? Sleep on the cold hard ground, open and exposed to strangers and cut-throats of the town? No, He decided otherwise to keep going, he came upon a large keep gate, with a Silver Falcon atop the gate scaffolding... The gate was open, so he wandered inside, he was greeted by a fairly large man in a full suit of shining plate armor, something Sethoros was amazed about, he had never seen anything like it! The large man spoke to him in a raspy, stern voice, “Well well? A youngn' in the keep? Might I ask good lad, What are ye' doing here?” Sethoros of course didn't know how to respond, nor could he, he was focused on the mans armor, so the man simply stated, “Well, You must be here for the guild, aren't ye'?” He took Sethoros' arm, though not hurting him he was slightly alarmed, he followed the man into a decent sized room wit ha desk, with a large charter book in it, the man turned it around and asked, “What's your name boy?” And he simply answered back, “Sethoros...” For that’s all he could answer back, the man wrote his name down in the book, simply under date of birth and occupation, he put 'unknown' and turned the book back around. “Sethoros,” the man said, “Welcome to your new life son... As a Templar!” Five years later he is now a holy Templar, fully armored as the man was when he found him, and now understands the English language, he is now part of an arranged squad where he is one of the most fearsome fighters, and so now he sets off, into the world he knows nothing of, and of what he now considers to be 'home'... And so, our next chapter in the story begins... His ambitions are to cleanse the world of evil and to uphold the rights of justice and faith in the world. He would evaluate the battle for a moment, taking in who is attacking, defending, and wounded, after a very brief moment he rushes in to battle! His large two-handed silver sword easily slicing through the brigand bandits like butter! He helps the elf up, tending to his wounds with minor healing magics and simple medicines and bandages, taking time out of his way to take him to the nearest town for care, not asking for any reward or help in return, for these are his virtues. He would not ask for much, only but the simplest of items such as bread and meat, only asking for little and at a fair price, for he huts and procures his own meats, weapons, and armor. This skin will likely change also to one of the others, depending on what he is wearing at the time. I believe I have covered every field as needed, I don't think any other information is needed.