Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name:
TheSlowAssassin
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
No. I, unfortunately, am too far away
How old are you?:
16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Australia
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes, It's the only language I know
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I'm a highschool student who spends most of his time on the computer, I play occasional Dungeons and Dragons with my friends and I am socially awkward and nervous when it comes to strangers. I am currently employed over the internet (writing stories for a magazine). I follow the rules as best as I can and tend to stay quiet when I am unneeded
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
I have school and my home is quite busy, so an estimate would be 15-20 hours a week
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
Roleplaying, to me, is a way to live your dreams through the eyes of someone completely different, taking on their morals, actions and personality to play through a series of adventures or events. My favourite type of roleplay is medieval/fantasy as you get to play in a much easier time than the present. Basically, i feel more “free” to do what i want when I am roleplaying, like I am dreaming.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Metagaming: Where a player will "transfer" information he receives out of the game into his in-game character. Most of the information will be impossible for his character to actually know
Powergaming: Making your character make an action which does not allow the other player to respond fairly, for example:
Player 1: brings sword down and slices your gut, killing you
Player 2: defends blow with shield then brings sword around to cut off your head
Player 1: blocks with sword then cuts off your arm and kicks you
Player 2: barely dodges the blow but gets knocked down onto the ground from the kick
in this example, player 1 is powergaming and is killing player 2 without giving him a proper chance to defend or retaliate. which is annoying for most roleplayers.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
I think this server will be fun and exciting. I also think it will be a lot like dungeons and dragons, both the board game and the online game.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
Awhile ago some friends and I had our own private server, we built a kingdom with shops and inns etc. And then all the new updates came out (rivers, mountains, all that new stuff) so we blew up everything we made and waited for all the updates to finish. We made a few more in order to make an adventure map, which we have yet to finish.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes, Yes and Yes.
How did you hear about us?:
PotatoOrgy (Youtube)
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
I would have if I knew what Minestatus was
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
Theslowassassin
In-Character:
Character Name:
Lorius
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.):
My name is Lorius, I have brown hair and blue eyes. I am shy around many people although i don’t like showing it. I’m kind hearted and I think my greatest weakness is helping out people in trouble without thought of a reward. I hate bandits and thieves. I often wear a large scarf which covers most of a large, ugly scar on my cheek. The following passage of writing is a short story of my life. I don’t know how you found this journal, but i just hope I’m not dead yet.
I grew up in a small village, if i recall correctly, the name is Korius. I don’t remember much of my past. Just a few bits and pieces which basically sum up my life. I lived in a forest hut by myself on the outskirts of the village, nothing but a dirt path through the forest letting people know where i was. I’m an orphan, my mother died giving birth and my father left on a ship somewhere, leaving me at about age 5 with nothing but his old weapons and armour. A good little family took me in, a blacksmith and his wife, they didn’t have any children. They offered many times to let me stay at their house but I refused every time. I couldn’t leave the hut I was born in.
The blacksmith taught me everything. How to write, talk and how to cut wood. It was my job to learn how to hunt. I managed to figure out the basics of a bow, also that it’s important to protect your lower arm with a thick glove when using it. I was far from good at it, but I was good enough to shoot something. After I turned 10, I decided to ask my “parents” why my father left. Turns out he loved adventure more than he loved me, left to ‘seek his fortune’ or whatever. This was the age i finally figured out what i wanted to do, I wouldn’t become a blacksmith or a farmer, I’d become an adventurer. I’d go to Asulon, where adventure thrives, and maybe I’d find my father. I started training by myself in the way of the sword, I’d swing logs and sticks bigger than me at trees and often hunt animals using my father’s old sword. I found my calling and I wasn’t going to give it up. The story of my scar happened around this time, I don’t quite remember. I got pretty good at hunting with a sword and dagger, I decided to try my luck with a boar. Of course I’ve only seen it once near its den, I had no idea how dangerous it was. After successfully sneaking up behind the creature and almost stabbing it, it turned around quickly and rammed my shin, knocking me over onto the ground. My leg hurt like it had just been broken but I managed to stand up and limp away. The boar was fast and came charging after me, I looked back to see where it was but when I turned back around, a sharp, protruding tree branch stuck itself in the bottom of my cheek, it hurt and I couldn’t move without it hurting even more. The boar then rammed into the back of my legs, knocking me down and causing the branch to do even more damage to my face. I fainted from the pain and woke up the next day, inside my foster parent’s house. The scar still hurts sometimes.
As I turned 17, I had already met some of the boys and girls from the village and had bested most of the boys in combat. I had made friends and for once I had doubts about leaving. There was one person in the village that caught my eye. A girl, long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she was truly stunning. I didn’t have the courage to talk to her, in fact, I couldn’t really partake in conversation with most of the girls in the village. I thought I fell in love with her and spent most my days in the village, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
One day, I awoke to the smell of burning wood and screams. I opened the door to my tiny shack and saw, in the distance, that the village was getting raided! I gathered my father’s second hand armour and weapons from the chest he always left them in and charged towards the village. The scene was horrifying, almost everyone I knew were being killed and the survivors ran into the woods, soon to be chased down by bandits. There was nothing I could do for anyone. I decided to find my parents, it was probably the best decision. I found my father on the ground, barely alive, with one bandit corpse lying next to him. He gave me his sword and tried to say something, but couldn’t, before he passed away.
I escaped the village safely and made my way here, to the Realm of Hanseti. I think I may head to Konigsberg, the capital of this realm. While i write this, I am on the verge of turning 18. I have decided to take on the name of Lorius, after my father. Afterall, I was a nameless child, it seems only suiting to take the name of the man who raised me
Your characters ambitions:
To become a great warrior and someday find the man who left me at the small village alone. What I do then, I don’t know.
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?
Memories of my father and the village I was raised in flooded into my mind. I shook them away and stood tall, I pull my father's sword from its scabbard and call out "Hey! Why don't you run back home to your mother and leave that poor elf alone eh?" If they decide to continue harassing the elf or turn onto me I would engage in combat, charging in and stabbing the weakest looking in the stomach, he instantly drops. I turn my attention on the other, violently hitting at his defence until he eventually gives in and I cut him deep. I calm down with the death of the two bandits then check to see if the elf is alright. After tending to his wounds, I would walk off to continue my journey, not caring if he offered a reward or not.
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?
I browse the shop’s goods while speaking, avoiding any eye contact, it always made me unusually nervous when I met someone’s eyes “Meat” I says in a quiet voice which I realise he probably couldn’t hear. I clear my throat and speak louder so the shopkeeper may hear “I need some meat” I stand and wait for the meat, shuffling occasionally and avoiding eye contact from anyone in the store.
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