AmazingNoobman

Golly Gee! I sure do like supporting this swell Charter. +1

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: AmazingNoobman Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: Sadly, I could not attend Minecon. How old are you?: 18 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S.A. Eastern time zone Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would say I have a good grip on the English language as well as a good grip on grammar. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a very creative person that loves to try new things. I always love to explore new places and solve puzzles and problems in new ways. I am currently attending high school and will soon be going to college. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well on weekdays I can spend anywhere between 2 and 6 hours. On weekends I can spend anywhere from 3 to 10 hours depending on what my schedule is like. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is, well, playing a game or being in an active story where you have a selected role to play. The role you are given is not to be broken less the game is broken. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is playing a game while in character, but still using the information that you know while out of character. Powergaming (now you are gaming with power): gaming where you over power yourself to not let other people/enemies get the upper hand in a battle or any other event that involves role-play. Ex: Dwarf Thief: Die human! *Pulls out dagger* Human merchant: NO! You will die! *pulls out chainsaw and cuts the thief‘s arms off to stop him from using any weapons. Then he cuts off his legs so that he cannot run. He then cuts the thief in half killing him. All of which is done in one second because he is the best chainsaw wielder ever!* What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be a great place high in variety of characters and overflowing with adventure where each day the world shifts in a new direction based on the goals of other characters. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well I played on a few of my friends’ personal servers and a server belonging to the group known as Studio Tumbleweed, which was run by TheUnforgivingFox and TheAzureCrow. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have. I understand them and I agree to the rules. How did you hear about us?: A good FIEND told me. (the typo is supposed to be there btw) Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? No I have not because I do not believe in voting until I have actually gotten into the server. I assure you if I get in I will consider voting, if your server is good enough. (It probably will be good enough.) What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: AmazingNoobman In-Character: Character Name: Verrus (pronounced like V-air-us) What is your Race?: Northern Human Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): From a young age, Verrus was deathly afraid of heights. It all started from the time he visited the city of Alras, while traveling with his father, a somewhat wealthy merchant. He was near what is now Bayview Tavern and had walked too far off the main trail at night. His father had once again made them hopelessly lost (which irked Verrus to no end due to his navigational talent being far superior then his fathers). Young Verrus was complaining about his father’s poor sense of direction when he tripped on a stone causing him to nearly fall off the edge of a cliff. Had it not been for a root sticking out of the cliff it would have been the end for Verrus. His father did nothing but watch, not out of horror but out of apathy. His father was strict and uncaring. The only thing in the world worth his time was minas. He had seen people like Verrus in his travels. They walked around looking for excitement, but eventually wound up as lazy oafs with not a mina to their pocket. He knew Verrus didn’t have any real ambitions. Sure, there was his ambition to be a swordsman, but what profit is there in swordsmanship? The true way to live is to earn fame through your wit and skill, not with brute force and fancy moves. He had tried many times to teach Verrus the skills needed to be a master merchant but each attempt proved that Verrus had no desire for such things. Eventually he gave up on Verrus entirely. “Every hour I spend on that wretched boy is another I could spend making a profit!” he thought. “What more use can he be for me than an extra pack mule?” From that moment on Verrus traveled with his father, carrying many of his goods, while his father sat and rode in his cart. Verrus spent many years traveling with his cold hearted father. His greed sickened Verrus, for his father only loved minas and shared only malice towards others. Verrus especially despised his father’s laziness. His father only did something if it would help him. He never bothered to get servants, for servants required pay. Verrus knew for a fact that his mom was used to fill that role. Why else would he treat her so horribly? On the day the trip started, Verrus knew that it would not be filled with adventure and laughter, like the many tales adventurers told. Instead, he knew that it would be filled with danger and that he was no more than a tool to his father. However, Verrus knew that it was better for his father to harm him while on the road, than stay and have his father injure his mother at home. For 6 miserable lonely years he traveled with his father. The only good that came was his knowledge of other cultures. By day, they would travel from place to place selling their wares, and by night his father would sleep in a tent prepared by Verrus. Verrus, however, was forced to sleep outside. On nights when his father went to bed early Verrus would always leave the camp and practice swordplay with his wooden sword. The sword was Verrus’s safety blanket. It was given to him by his mother at a young age. While on the road it was his only memento of his mother, a kind soul that had kindled the flames of adventure and kindness inside of Verrus. It was only through his practice with the sword that he fought off the pains of being so far from his home. Each swing of his sword was another memory of his home and of his mother’s kindness. It empowered him when he was troubled and helped to calm him when he was nervous. And so the cycle of traveling went for what seemed like an eternity to Verrus. Then one day they received a letter from Verrus’s mother, telling them that her condition was grave. Their journey officially ended on a cold rainy afternoon, during his mother’s funeral. His mother was very different from his father. She cared for him no matter what he wanted to do in life. She always knew what to say to make him smile. She would always have time for him even when she was doing chores. She kept his secrets and made his worries go away. She told him the stories of creation, the Wandering Wizard, and the Cloud Temple Sanctuary. His favorite stories to hear were the stories of knights and their quests to save the land and of brave men saving villages from bandits and monsters. He loved these stories more than anything. Quite often he wielded his trusty sword, while his mother watched him smiling. On the day of the funeral many grieved for her, but one. His father merely sat and muttered to himself, “Well with one less person to work this will surely cut into my profits. Unless…”, and with that he gave a wicked smile of cunning and darkness. Verrus heard and saw this and knew that a storm was brewing and his father was in the eye of it. It was six months later; the now 18 year old Verrus was doing almost everything in the house due to his mother’s absence. His father had gone into a strange routine. He would stay up until very late at night working in his basement. He had locked the door and banned Verrus from opening that door. Whenever Verrus asked what was behind it his father only said “the answer to your mother’s predicament”. This night was different form all the other nights. It started with the sounds of his father chanting and then a strange red glow came from beneath the door. Then he heard terrible moans and shrieks that sounded eerily close to his mother’s voice. Verrus knew he had to check behind the door. He mustered up all of his strength and courage and broke down the door to the basement. Verrus walked down the stairs and into the horror that would echo in his mind forever. His father was standing with a blooded dagger next to the undead body of his mother! “F-f-father! What have you done?!”, Verrus asked, horrified. “Only the best business decision in my life!”, Verrus’s father explained, ‘No longer do I need anyone else to do work for me! All I need is this servant! She never sleeps! She never eats! She never thinks! All she does is my bidding! Now kill the lazy fool!” And she did. she turned around and sank her teeth into Verrus’s father’s neck. And just like that it was over. The fool was dead. The seal used to keep his mother “alive” was no more due to the death of the caster. She turned to Verrus and looked at him, as if she was saying, “I’m sorry”, and then fell to the floor lifeless. Verrus just stood there for a least an hour in shock barely coming to terms with what had happened. When he was able to regain his senses he took the book that his father had used to summon the horrible creature and burrned it in the fire place. He then took his mother’s body and buried it in the backyard under her favorite tree. When she was buried he cried, and wept again for his mother. He went inside and slept in his bed again, still wondering if it had all been a terrible nightmare like he had when he was a kid. Then next morning he got up and thought “It must have been a dream”, he went to the mirror in his room and saw the dirt on his brown hair and knew it wasn’t. He opened the door and saw the wreckage downstairs and the grave in the backyard. He put a sign to mark his mother’s grave, so that she would be remembered. Verrus, then took his wooden sword and put it in his backpack. As he walked out he had a sudden flashback to the events that transpired the night before and passed out. He was lost in dark dreams when suddenly a great heat woke him up. He opened his eyes to see the blazing pyre that was his house. He stared at it dumfounded and sad, and yet a small part of him felt… happy. He realized that even though his house was gone he no longer had to worry about his father. He was finally free from his father’s grasp. He left without a word. As he was walking he wondered what he would do now. Then he grabbed his sword from his bag to check if it was still intact. Upon looking at it he remembered the tales his mother told of brave warriors of light, called paladins. From then on he was sure of what he wanted to do, and vowed to make sure no one would ever feel the pain that he felt. However he was unsure of one thing. “Who lit the fire that consumed my house?” Terrus wondered. After pondering this for a while he decided that there would be time for thinking of this later, for it was getting dark. As Terrus walked on something fell from his back pack and fell onto the ground. It was a lighter. Terrus unaware of the lighter falling traveled onward on his new quest. Your characters ambitions: The Ambitions of Verrus are to rid the world of the undead, necromancers, and evil magic. He aims to become a paladin and maybe even the leader of a paladin guild. He wishes to help anyone in need and to help those that cannot help themselves. Then, much much much later, if he becomes the leader of a guild, an application for a villain license will be filled out. However, that is an ambition for another day. Age: 18 Appearance: 5’8’’, has shaggy brown hair, moderately strong, green eyes, Likes: helping others, practicing with swords, hearing old tales of adventure, generosity, and a good drink Hates: Necromancy, Merchants, People that ignore or harm the poor and weak, Dark magic, Undead, and Greed. Personality: He loves helping the weak and giving to the poor. He believes that all merchants are as corrupt and greedy as his father, Due to his liking of the old tales he tends to talk in Shakespearean English. He never likes to settle down and is always on the move. He has a few psychological signs that may point to a development of schizophrenia due to his traumatizing past. 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? Verrus:*runs in front of the Elf to block the bandits from getting to the elf* Elf run! I willst handle this get thee to safety and get aid for me!*unsheathes sword Elf: Thank you stranger! I will go at once! Bandit1:*wielding a bow8 Hey that’s mean! We only wanted to play with him a little. Bandit2:*wielding a dagger* Yeah! Been ages since we played dagger tag! Verrus:*calm and serious* I shall give you one chance to surrender or by the name of god I will decimate you all! Bandit1:*overconfident* Hah! Do you know how many people we tagged that gave us the “surrender now” speech? Verrus:*a bit agitated*Doth thou know how many arrogant bandits died that gaveith me the “I don’t care” speech? Bandit2: Enough talk! Die!*runs toward Verrus* Verrus: *holds ground and waits for attack* Bantit1*fires arrow at Verrus* Verrus: *deflects with sword* Bandit2: *jumps up in the air while distracted by arrow* Verrus:*see bandit 2 out of the corner of his eye and instinctively swings sword in bandit2’s area’ hitting bandit 2 on the right arm* Bandit2: Argh! *drops dagger* Veerus: *hits bandit with hilt of sword knocking him out* Bandit2:ugh!*falls to the ground* Bandit1:You’ll pay for that! *fires bow at Verrus* Verrus: *gets hit in the left shoulder* Agh! *cringes at the pain* Bandit1: Now you Die! *firs bow* Knight*blocks bow with sword* Bandit1: What?! Knight:*to Verrus* are you the stranger that helped the Elf? Verrus: Yes I am! Knight: Then you are a lucky man. *charges at bandit1* Bandit1: Gah! *runs away* Knight*stops chasing bandit1* Verrus: Thank you for your assistance knight. Knight: Don’t thank me, thank the elf you saved. Without him you would be dead right now. 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? Verrus: Hail Merchant! What goods doth thou have for me this day? Merchant: Many if you have the minas for it. Verrus: Wonderful. Doth thou carry any apples or bread? Merchant:*a little curious* Yes I have those, but wouldn’t you rather like a sword? Yours appears to be nealyr broken. *points at Verrus’s sword* Verrus: I need not your sympathy, give it to the poor that this town has so easily overlooked and forgotten. They need food far more then I need a new blade. Now how much for the food? Merchant:*perturbed* It’s 45 minas total Verrus: Funny, at those prices you could afford to give to those that have little, yet you no doubt keep it for yourself. *hands over 45 minas* Merchant: Fine!*takes minas* Here is your food! Don’t let the monsters kill you when your sword breaks! Verrus: Hah! If the monsters want me they can try. Good day sir. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information: I would like to thank TheEpicFiend for helping me to get my lore straight, showing me what Lord of the Craft is, and helping my application to be less cliché. Just wondering, is this too much text for this application?