Out-Of-Character
Minecraft Account Name: Bennastick
How old are you?: 20 years old
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States of America
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes I have good grammar, if you think otherwise just let me know.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm not talkative, have no friends, and i live in my moms basement. If that doesn't qualify for the server then i don't know what will.
But honestly, as you can tell i'm a smart ass some of the time, I wont deny it because well... It's true. But i'm serious when i need to be, which is often so i'm usually not smack talking my way around people and swinging loaded guns around like it's the fourth of July. When i'm serious i get work done fast, and efficiently. I don't screw around when it comes to things i'm passionate about, or serious about. But the only feature that i myself dislike that i have is that when i work i work fast, and well. But when i stop working unless it is a project I truly want to finish i will get bored.
That of course only applies to when i'm building, otherwise I will work tirelessly to get whatever needs done, DONE.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Weekly, I can be on very often, usually about 2 hours a day.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: My definition of Roleplaying in my own words would be the act of playing out a made up characters life/story as if you were that character and making up events in his/her life for your own personal enjoyment.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've done many things in my Rp experiences, whether it was leading armies to trample over opposing cities, fighting as a grunt in the army and follow any and all orders given to me, or even leading an empire itself. I am experienced and i take my rp seriously, my OOC self gets in the way at times though.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of using OOC information or knowledge in an RP environment and knowing more than your character actually does. Such as using a live map to know if and enemy is going to attack. (Taken from my old post)
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Taking control of a situation and making whatever you do law in the situation giving the other person/player no chance to react or retaliate. Such as /me stabs [player] through the heart and kicks him to the ground. (Taken from my old post)
What do you expect this server will be like?: A large community with a well put together system of races and clans. With a variety of different characters, some crazy and insane, others diabolical and cynical, and some loyal and trustworthy. Making the server a network of great rp, pvp, and leadership in the races. (Also taken from my old app, best description i could make)
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I play on a server called Romecraft, the community can get fairly hectic at times and i would like some professional RP every once and a while, which is part of why i'm joining. And i have not left this server as i am a Moderator, it would be irresponsible of me to leave them like that, also I've been on that server a very long time. It would be sad to part ways with everyone i know.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, Indeed i have!
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, of course. If i didn't there would be no point in applying now would there?
How did you hear about us?: I was on the server a long while ago. I had to reapply for this new account i made after the old one got hacked.
Also i recently found out a friend of mine played on the server IGN: Luigi his rp name it Kote/Elrun/Erat. He was also from the Romecraft server I play on.
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: I have, this is my second. You can go into topics i have created on my profile and it should be in there.
Or simply click here - My First Application (Denied) - I wrote that application when i was very tired from a night of partying, i hope this one is much better than the last.
Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? : Yes i have.
In-Character:
Character Name: Benthur The Blade
What Race are you?: Dwarven
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None
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.):
-This is a true story of things that happened on an old server. This is simply transferred into RP-
Benthur had been a great adventurer and had lived in a cheerful town with many people that knew him well. He was tall, well for a dwarf that is. A burn covered half his face, from picking a fight with the wrong beast. And he bore many scars of battle on his body. He was kind to everyone and rarely got mad, though when he did it was as if a demon had possessed him. He was not young, nor was he old, he was of 35 years old when he lived in the town. Though he was homeless the public adored him, he fought for them, built for them, everyone knew him as a great man/dwarf. He had decided that he should build a home of his own, and being a dwarf simply had to have it underground. He started with nearly nothing but the clothes on his back and a pick at his side. But he shaped a cave into a hall of magnificent stature. It was massive and were adorned with massive pillars that seeped water from them. large blocks of jewels. Though the greatest thing about this, was that t had been built in secret by Benn alone over a span of four months. Everyone flooded to see these halls and asked for it's name. For a hall of this stature simply had to have a name. He called it The Halls Of Benthur, a simple name from a simple man.
His Halls were so massive that they were made into an underground city that many joined and enjoyed. Though his creation had not gone unnoticed. A well known man noticed this accomplishment and felt envy of his creation, he was secretly a black magician. He gathered all bandits and demons from the country side and told them to attack this city. Benthur gathered all of his most able and well equipped fighters, and told them to hold the gates, no matter what came through the doors. The city had one way in, and one way out. They were boxed in. When the doors opened creatures and men of all kind flooded inside, and all hell broke loose. It was twenty against thousands...
There was no way to defeat them all, he gathered everyone and held them in his throne room for safety. There lay many unarmed and without protection. Only few fighters remained. His Captain, a woman. Was beaten but could still fight. They gathered the troops and readied for possibly their last fight.
They broke the solid gold doors and rushed in arrows flew, many died, and only Benthur's Captain and himself were left standing. The magician had run away. Everyone was dead, the halls were in ruin. His captain was mortally wounded and died soon after she stopped fighting. Nothing was left of his great halls but destruction and looters. He walked away, and kept on walking. He walked for two years until he found this place, where he now resides and considers remaking his great halls for everyone to enjoy. Though this time, he WILL be ready. (Taken from my old App)
What is your Character's ambitions?: To rebuild his great hall once again.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A sword, sometimes an axe. But always as a weapon, he uses it efficiently like an extension of his arm.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? He has the ability to fight many men, he does not break under pressure, and is always ready for a fight...
A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):
Other Information about your Character: He is loyal and does everything for the sake of his clan. But after his experience with his home clan he his mind has become more and more insane. Though he still fights for his people and is loyal when he fights he is constantly reminded of his wife that died in the attack. (ALSO from my old app)
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? Benthur walked up to the two men, they were heavily armed by the looks of it but they seemed famished and they're skin pale. They were not well trained warriors like Benthur was, though outnumbered he could easily take them both. The tall warrior turned to see Benthur and put his hand on his sword.
"Can i help ye?" The warrior asked letting his buddy deal with the halfling.
"Aye you could, drop the halfling and empty yer pockets..." He said with his best poker face.
The warrior in front of him laughed as if he was speaking to another halfling threatening him. Then responded coldy,
"And if i don't?"
Benthur then pulled out one golden nugget and set it on the ground. Confused, the warrior looked to his friend for advice. But the short stocky man next to him was still occupied with the halfling.
The tall warrior crouched down to pick up the nugget curiously and quickly lost two fingers from the axe Benthur had drawn.
"You lose more than a finger...."
Before the warrior could respond his friend, noticing his partners ordeal, turned and drew his blade. Though he was late and his shoulder blade met the harsh embrace of Benthur's axe. He then kicked the man down and said cooly,
"Get going you bastards, or by the gods i'll have your heads on a silver platter. I might even get a good bit of gold from it, now get!"
At this they both got up and ran from the dwarf as he put his axe back in his belt. He then turned to the halfling and picked up the gold off of the ground, handing it too the halfling. After he had given him back the gold the thieves attempted to steal he said walking away,
"Next time carry a blade..." As he looked over the grimy blood he got on his tunic.
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? Benthur pondered the mans question and said in his rough dwarven accent,
"Well my blade has seen better days, could i possibly persuade you into taking mine and a bit of gold for a new axe head?"
While saying this he unlatched his axe from his belt and placed it on the stalls counter. The man in the stall looked it over for a minute or two and said,
"How much gold can you spare?"
Benthur responded whilst pulling out a small pouch of gold,
"I have 20 gold right now, if that will not suffice I could bring you back more when i return for some armor repairs."
He said rubbing his finger over a dent near his shoulder that he earned from picking a fight with a couple goblins. The man in the stall took the gold and looking it over said,
"No this'll do, thank ye for the business!"
As he pulled a brand new axe head from a chest next to him. Benthur looked it over and slid the axehead over the shaft while wrapping it into place with some twine. It was good craftsmanship and Benthur thanked the man as he left putting his axe back in his belt.
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?: Benthur walked into the small home, it was not overgrown with vines and taken over by natures grasp but had clearly seen better days. He spotted a chest full of a few things, 9 bars of iron and a beautiful golden sword. It was obviously purely for decoration but had never been hung on a wall.
He walked outside and leaned on the wall of the shack, looking onward for any movement or sign of life in the dense brush ahead of him. He stood there for a good hour until he was satisfied that no one was returning to the broken down shack that he had found.
He went back inside and opened the chest again, he took the blade and slid it into a strap across his back, slowly and carefully. He then took the iron and shoved it into his bag, the weight was annoying but he was willing to carry a bit more of the burden on his shoulders so that he could use it to craft a good ornate wall case for the new sword he had just found.
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? Starving and lost Benthur stumbled through the brush to find three men looking at him from they're campfire. Benthur was enraged at his own stupidity for getting lost but was not yet aggravated to attack.
One man greeted him cooly with,
"Greeting's traveler! How goes it?"
With this Benthur calmed down a little. But when a soldier put his hand on his blade he went insane with rage. Everything through his eyes began to burn, the men transformed into undead thralls sitting around a mound of scorching dead bodies as they watched him.
Benthur pulled out his axe and let out a battle cry as he charged the undead fiends and jumped on top of one punching it in the face and severing it's head while it lay on the ground. Another, a large undead soldier drew his blade and attempted to strike Benthur. He easily caught it in the nook of his axe and threw the soldiers blade away from him as he struck him down.
The last, a magician got on his knees and began uttering words of magic. Before he could finish Benthur stuck his axe in the magicians head and then redrew it. He took any food and supplies he could and stacked the bodies on the fire, triumphant over the 'undead' that now lay burning before him as he feasted on surprisingly good undead gruel.
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?: Benthur walked up to a guard and asked kindly,
"Where can i find the captain of the guard? I wish to help slay some bandits."
The guard looked him over and seeing he was a fit, able bodied dwarf he said in a surprisingly authorative tone,
"I am the captain of the guard, and we'd be glad to have another blade- er axe at our side."
He spoke quickly and then shouted orders to the guards as they gathered at the gate in formation, ready for battle. Benthur nodded to the captain and gathered with the guards, ready for a good fight. They waited another minute or two and then began to depart, Benthur counted 6 other men besides him. They might be a bit outnumbered, but they were well armed and were encouraged by the captains words.
They arrived and before they could react an arrow whizzed past Benthur's head, just barely missing him. They all drew their weapons and rushed into the camp where the bandits awaited them. Benthur charged into one knocking him down his brute force and cleaved off his foot with ease. The bandit writhed in pain as Benthur's axe came down and finished him with one stroke into his head.
He drew his axe back just in time to catch another bandit's blade with his axe. Benthur locked the blade in his axe and threw it away, but the bandit drew a dagger and thrust it into Benthur's arm, he drew back and then when the bandit thrust again Benthur cut into his neck and turned away to face other possible opponents as the bandit bled out from his wound.
He noticed a guard in trouble fighting two bandits at once with a gaping cut in his armor that bled on his arm. Benthur rushed over and before the bandit could react was kicked in the pelvis onto the ground. The bandit tried to get up and grab his blade but was held down by Benthur's foot as he turned to help fight the other bandit attacking the guard. The bandit had pulled out his knife and was attempting to fight off both Benthur and the guard but with no avail.
He thrust at the guard and cut his armor a bit but his skin was not touched. The guard put up his shield and rammed the bandit into a nearby tent. Before Benthur followed the guard he finished the bandit writhing under his boot with on swift motion of his axe. When Benthur arrived to where the guard had tackled the bandit the bandit was lying in the tent with a dagger through his heart, and the guard picking up his sword off the ground quickly as he ran to join the fight.
Benthur followed the guard and they split ways as Benthur spotted the bandit leader fighting the captain of the guard and went after them. The Captain of the guard was on the ground but still attempting to push the man off of him as he tried to strangle him. Their blades were away but the Captain was reaching for his. Benthur took aim and threw his axe, lodging it into the bandit leaders head. The Captain pushed the now dead bandit leader off of him and went to Benthur saying,
"Very nice throw dwarf! You fought well today, and sure as hell saved my skin!"
Benthur nodded and put his axe in his belt as he surveyed the battlegrounds. Two guards dead, seven dead bandits in a pile of bodies. He then turned back to the captain and said,
"You fought well too, I'm not one to intrude on our victory but what of my pay?"
He said rubbing his fingers together, waiting for the gold to be in his grasp.
"Yes, very well..."
The Captain said handing him a pouch of gold from his pocket and saying,
"I never got your name dwarf."
Benthur turned to the Captain and said kindly,
"It's Benthur, Benthur the Blade. You ever need help again just come get me."
He then walked out of the camp and back to the town where he hoped to get a good night's rest.
