Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No, I don't like conventions, playing the game is enough for me.
How old are you?: Fourteen but I'm mature for Fourteen.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Scotland, Greenwich Meantime
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes it's my first language.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a fourteen year old boy who lives in Dundee, a decent sized city in the east of Scotland. I enjoy sports including basketball, football and a lot of parkour. I like to play MMO's such as Lotro and Wow and especially enjoy roleplaying on Minecraft.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Twenty to Thirty hours.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is an art of telling the story from a fictional characters' point of view whether this is realistic or not roleplaying is a commonly enjoyed thing throughout the world.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming (MG) Is when you use Out of Character knowledge In Character, an example of this would be going up and greeting a stranger using their name. You wouldn't know the person and therefor you wouldn't know their name. Powergaming (PG) Is when you force actions upon another player not giving them any chance to resist. An example of this would be:
"Karol Bladeleaf pins the man to the ground and kills him" Powergaming can also mean doing unrealistic or impossible things, like for example: "Kyle takes his bow and kills eight hundred people"
What do you expect this server will be like?: I cannot say to be perfectly honest as I haven't played it yet but I hope it will be filled with serious hardcore RPers that know how to RP in a proper fashion. But most of all I hope I'll have a fun time playing here!
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I learned to Roleplay on SA-MP, I played one server there where I spent three years. I lead three factions which were very successfull but I left due to boredum of the game. I've also RPed on WoW aplenty but I have RPed on one Minecraft server and it is Skyrim: The Age of War. The staff were a little ignorant so I decided to search for another server. And here I am.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Of course, there would be no point in applying for this if I was just wanting to get banend.
How did you hear about us?: Through a few friends. Tyber1231, kitty00009 and a few others whose IGN's I don't know.
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not but would be more than happy to.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: geoboy66 my nick is Geo
In-Character:
Character Name: Ralof Kjarvallen
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.): Ralof is a man of the cold, harsh north; he's a hunter, a tracker and lives in the wild. Ralof is twenty eight years old with quite a pale complexion as he himself believes the north winds paint a mans skin whiter than snow. He has long brown hair that sits neatly draped from his broad shoulders pertruding from his hardy torso. His eyes are resemble a cobalt mineshaft and his lips prove pale. The only thing warm in about this man is the fire for vengance. Ralof was born and raised in the North and he's been there all his life, from the almost incapable age of six he was tought the basics of survival in the wilds, how to construct and iglu, how to gut a deer and use its body as sleeping bag. By the time he was nine he could catch leaping trouth with his stubby bare hands and cooking it was by far his most enjoyable part. Life was cold, life was tough but Ralof loved to work for his food and especially his shelter. His family (consisting of a sister, mother and father) were always makeshift, they would only remain in the same location for no more than a couple of months and there isn't one part of the north Ralof doesn't know - or so he says. Life pretty much went on like this, until the accident.
Ralof, his sister Yalena and his parents were tredding away from there current camp after a long four month stay, this time they were heading south for the first time since his parents had moved to the north, they were headed for the misty mountains, a harsh and rugged terain filled with jagged peaks and steep slopes, clearly a place to be given a second thought surely. Nonetheless the family were set on seeing what the could find atop the mountain. They were determined and stubbron just like Ralof. After a good three hours they had reached a flat enough area to have a rest as it turns out it wasn't just their resting place. As a band of orcs, around four led by a tall grim half-orc descended down a narrow winding path to them. Upon being noticed the Half-orc let out a staggering shreek, dazing Ralof and his kin and this shreek was no shreek, but a call for help and the call was answered... One of the ugliest creatures he had ever seen emerged from the group of orcs, its pincers were as shrap as steel and each one of its eyes struck fear into his heart eight times over. He had only ever heard of the Scaddernak' before but this is the first time he evidently discovered one. The Scaddernak scurried along it's thin needle-like legs slashing the wind with no regret it pierced his mother's thigh before throwing her off. Ralof will never forget the look in her eyes as she gracefully slid off the side of the peak, guilt flooded him until he was drowned with hate. The Scaddernak impaled his father with it's pincer and as it savagely shook him from it he crashed against the floor, a thick, dark venom pertruding from his chest and stained on his cuirass. Ralof was unseen during this whole incident and had to be mute as he watched the orc party drag Yalena off down the mountain. The time had come for him to receive his last mission from his father and as his cold lips spoke, they resonated: "Follow that Scaddernak, travel to the south, Find Yalena!" As he spoke these words, Ralof gazed at him, as if he had more to say. "Now run, you fool!" And with these words came the Arrow piercing his father's shoulder and his father was right, there were still two orcs here and he was dangerously unarmed, he had to move - Fast.
Up until this day Ralof continues to be an independant man and his stubborn nature prevents him from taking hospitality from others, even when they insist. He lives in the wild and he knows it shall stay that way. 'As is the way of the north'.
Your characters ambitions: Vengance for his parents and to find his sister. He wants to gather some powerful allies to help him achieve his ambitions.
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? Ralof hides camouflaged in the large fern watching the combat, the elf bests one of the bandits, but as he struggles to reclaim his sword from the bandits chest the other bandit crushes his skull him a mace. It is clear by the blood stains and his frail body movements that the second bandit is badly injured and while he is still in shock from the encounter Ralof takes this chance to ambush the bandit.
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? Ralof leans on the counter by his elbow, cupping one hand and resting his chin there. He lowers his head forward towards the man so that he may whisper. "Do you have any white worg hides? I've heard you specialise in 'hard-to-come-by" material.
A screenshot of your skin:
Other Information: Ralof is a little descriminative and stereotypical but he is not racist.
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Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: geoboy66
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No, I don't like conventions, playing the game is enough for me.
How old are you?: Fourteen but I'm mature for Fourteen.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Scotland, Greenwich Meantime
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes it's my first language.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a fourteen year old boy who lives in Dundee, a decent sized city in the east of Scotland. I enjoy sports including basketball, football and a lot of parkour. I like to play MMO's such as Lotro and Wow and especially enjoy roleplaying on Minecraft.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Twenty to Thirty hours.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is an art of telling the story from a fictional characters' point of view whether this is realistic or not roleplaying is a commonly enjoyed thing throughout the world.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming (MG) Is when you use Out of Character knowledge In Character, an example of this would be going up and greeting a stranger using their name. You wouldn't know the person and therefor you wouldn't know their name. Powergaming (PG) Is when you force actions upon another player not giving them any chance to resist. An example of this would be:
"Karol Bladeleaf pins the man to the ground and kills him" Powergaming can also mean doing unrealistic or impossible things, like for example: "Kyle takes his bow and kills eight hundred people"
What do you expect this server will be like?: I cannot say to be perfectly honest as I haven't played it yet but I hope it will be filled with serious hardcore RPers that know how to RP in a proper fashion. But most of all I hope I'll have a fun time playing here!
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I learned to Roleplay on SA-MP, I played one server there where I spent three years. I lead three factions which were very successfull but I left due to boredum of the game. I've also RPed on WoW aplenty but I have RPed on one Minecraft server and it is Skyrim: The Age of War. The staff were a little ignorant so I decided to search for another server. And here I am.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Of course, there would be no point in applying for this if I was just wanting to get banend.
How did you hear about us?: Through a few friends. Tyber1231, kitty00009 and a few others whose IGN's I don't know.
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not but would be more than happy to.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: geoboy66 my nick is Geo
In-Character:
Character Name: Ralof Kjarvallen
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.): Ralof is a man of the cold, harsh north; he's a hunter, a tracker and lives in the wild. Ralof is twenty eight years old with quite a pale complexion as he himself believes the north winds paint a mans skin whiter than snow. He has long brown hair that sits neatly draped from his broad shoulders pertruding from his hardy torso. His eyes are resemble a cobalt mineshaft and his lips prove pale. The only thing warm in about this man is the fire for vengance. Ralof was born and raised in the North and he's been there all his life, from the almost incapable age of six he was tought the basics of survival in the wilds, how to construct and iglu, how to gut a deer and use its body as sleeping bag. By the time he was nine he could catch leaping trouth with his stubby bare hands and cooking it was by far his most enjoyable part. Life was cold, life was tough but Ralof loved to work for his food and especially his shelter. His family (consisting of a sister, mother and father) were always makeshift, they would only remain in the same location for no more than a couple of months and there isn't one part of the north Ralof doesn't know - or so he says. Life pretty much went on like this, until the accident.
Ralof, his sister Yalena and his parents were tredding away from there current camp after a long four month stay, this time they were heading south for the first time since his parents had moved to the north, they were headed for the misty mountains, a harsh and rugged terain filled with jagged peaks and steep slopes, clearly a place to be given a second thought surely. Nonetheless the family were set on seeing what the could find atop the mountain. They were determined and stubbron just like Ralof. After a good three hours they had reached a flat enough area to have a rest as it turns out it wasn't just their resting place. As a band of orcs, around four led by a tall grim half-orc descended down a narrow winding path to them. Upon being noticed the Half-orc let out a staggering shreek, dazing Ralof and his kin and this shreek was no shreek, but a call for help and the call was answered... One of the ugliest creatures he had ever seen emerged from the group of orcs, its pincers were as shrap as steel and each one of its eyes struck fear into his heart eight times over. He had only ever heard of the Scaddernak' before but this is the first time he evidently discovered one. The Scaddernak scurried along it's thin needle-like legs slashing the wind with no regret it pierced his mother's thigh before throwing her off. Ralof will never forget the look in her eyes as she gracefully slid off the side of the peak, guilt flooded him until he was drowned with hate. The Scaddernak impaled his father with it's pincer and as it savagely shook him from it he crashed against the floor, a thick, dark venom pertruding from his chest and stained on his cuirass. Ralof was unseen during this whole incident and had to be mute as he watched the orc party drag Yalena off down the mountain. The time had come for him to receive his last mission from his father and as his cold lips spoke, they resonated: "Follow that Scaddernak, travel to the south, Find Yalena!" As he spoke these words, Ralof gazed at him, as if he had more to say. "Now run, you fool!" And with these words came the Arrow piercing his father's shoulder and his father was right, there were still two orcs here and he was dangerously unarmed, he had to move - Fast.
Up until this day Ralof continues to be an independant man and his stubborn nature prevents him from taking hospitality from others, even when they insist. He lives in the wild and he knows it shall stay that way. 'As is the way of the north'.
Your characters ambitions: Vengance for his parents and to find his sister. He wants to gather some powerful allies to help him achieve his ambitions.
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? Ralof hides camouflaged in the large fern watching the combat, the elf bests one of the bandits, but as he struggles to reclaim his sword from the bandits chest the other bandit crushes his skull him a mace. It is clear by the blood stains and his frail body movements that the second bandit is badly injured and while he is still in shock from the encounter Ralof takes this chance to ambush the bandit.
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? Ralof leans on the counter by his elbow, cupping one hand and resting his chin there. He lowers his head forward towards the man so that he may whisper. "Do you have any white worg hides? I've heard you specialise in 'hard-to-come-by" material.
A screenshot of your skin:
Other Information: Ralof is a little descriminative and stereotypical but he is not racist.