Danieval

((I didn't play for long yesterday, so there is no Journal Entry. Just an experience I thought was important; Danieval's first ever fight with the undead.)) Danieval didn't think it was possible for himself to breathe any harder. Sweat beads on his face as he leans against one of the tall trees of the Cloud Forest, his eyes wide as he frantically looks left to right. "What in the name of..." Danieval mutters to himself as he holds his pathetic wooden blade in a death grip. His knuckles are white as they shake unvoluntaringly. Summoning the insignificant strands of courage left in him, he takes a chance and peers around the side of the tree. Big mistake. Just as fast as he left his cover, he quickly returned just in time to dodge an arrow that was meant for his head. Gulping as he thinks about how close he was to death just then, his mind desperately searches for a way out of the horrible fear tearing him apart. Danieval has heard many tales of the undead before, but tales did the descriptions no justice. The wretched smell of rotten flesh, the horrible chill that crawls up his spine. At this rate, he would faint from the fear of it all. You had to explore the forest at night, didn't you, Dannie? He knew that he couldn't stay behind the tree forever. Even if he managed to last it out until sunrise, the Cloud Forest's trees were thick with leaves and braches that would block the powerful sun from turning the undead to ash. He had little to no choices left in the situation. If I am to die, I will take you damned fiends with me! Numbing his fear with newfound strength, Danieval sprints from his position and into the fray. He couldn't believe the power his legs that were a second ago immobilizing him are now allowing him to leap and sprint with great vigor over roots and allowing him to make for cover behind other trees. Making his way closer and closer to his attackers, he can hear the arrows fling by his body, inches away from their desired destination. Finally, Danieval leaps from the cover of a large root and sprints towards his opponent who he can now see more clearly. The idea of seeing just the bones of a man walk when they should not was enough to cause Daneival fear. Actually seeing it was entirely another story. Through the moonlight Danieval could make out the torn and ripped armor across the skeleton. The unholy fiend wore nothing below the waist, his yellow tinted bones that have aged for many years showing clearly. The most fearful part of all, Danieval thought, was it's eyes. More rather, where his eyes should have been. The glowing red pupils of the skeletal archer ripped through Danieval's mind. The fear they instilled would be enough to make him soil himself. Luckily for Danieval, his adrenaline was pumping through his body like a redstone machine uses electricity and he pushed aside the fear. Taking action swiftly, Danieval takes a leaping roll to the side as the skeleton fires another deadly projectile his way. Quickly regaining his balance, he charges the skeleton. Raising his wooden sword above his head, he brings it down onto the archer's bone-arms. Danieval lets out a battle cry as he feels his sword make impact. The already worn-out sword splinters and shatters instantly. Danieval's eyes go wide, "... Son of a-" The skeleton rudely interrupts, bringing its boney fingers back behind its head and bringing them down on Danieval like claws. They scrape across Danievals torso, tearing his tunic and gashing his chest. He cries out in pain as he tears away from the skeleton. Blinking the tears of pain from his eyes, he quickly returns an attack on the skeleton. Spinning his body as he brings his leg around, he releases a powerful roundhouse kick upon the back of it. The skeleton falls to the ground on its stomach from the impact of the kick, dazed. Danieval quickly takes advantage of the position, turning around and picking up the largest boulder he could lift and find. Walking up to the skeleton that is now barely beginning to stand up, he brings the big rock down upon the undead's head with force. The skeleton's skull cracks and shatters as it flies off from its body. Exhausted, Danieval drops the rock and puts his hands on his knees, panting. "Whoever... told me... sticks... can break bones... needs a reality check..." Wasting little time, he quickly turns and heads back towards the town of Seventis, eager to find rest and tend to his wounds.

((Thank you for the compliments! I will definitely be continuing this, posting each new journal entry as I continue to play in Asulon. So far I'm loving the community here and I'm excited to keep exploring!))

((Will add in dates as soon as I learn more about the time system the server upholds. Also, forgive me for any mispelling of words/names of people. I have only just joined the server and I am still learning.)) "Adventure. What a deceiving word you are," mutters Danieval as he sits on the cold ground, leaning back against the hard bark of a tree. He knows not how deep into the Cloud Forest he traveled, but considering the only noises to be heard were that of crickets and owls, he could safely assume he was deep enough. The wind whips at him every so often, forcing him to pull his dark green hood and cloak closer to keep himself from freezing. He has adapted to the climate fairly well, considering he had only just began his adventure but a day ago. Adventure. Again, his own words ring throughout his consciousness. There is nothing left for me here, father. I grow weary of the same forests, the same scenery, the same everything. I am leaving to see the world you've described so well for me as a child. I will see it with my own eyes, and when I return, I shall share tales of glorious adventure with you and mother. You'll see. Danieval shivers again as the wind whips at him some more. Breathing into his hands, his head rises as he hears the howling of a wolf in the distance. Quickly, he reaches behind himself to grab his bow, but feels nothing as his fingers stretch. His minor panic evaporates as he simply sighs and recalls it snapping like a twig the last time he pulled the string back. He should of known better; the bow was aged and he should of made a new one back at his home close to Dunwood when he had the chance. Alas, he had forgotten and he now pays the price. Reaching across his side, he pulls the sharpened stick he is embarrassed to call a sword out and holds it unsteadily. "Adventure isn't a game," he says to himself, "It is the act of being terrified. Of doing what most people fear." His guard lowers after a few moments, realizing he would not be attacked. I must look a fool to these people, traveling with no knowledge of anything. Sighing, he takes out his traveling journal in which he hoped to record amazing tales in to tell his father. With an uneasy hand, he takes out a quill pen and ink container from his travel bag and begins to write... Journal Entry One There is no way for me to describe how unprepared I was for this journey. It has only been a week, and I am weary from what I've witnessed. I am fearful of my own decisions. I am in the Cloud Forest currently. It is actually quite beautiful. Serene and tranquil. Much unlike the affairs of man and their wars. What have I gotten myself into? I stumbled across the town of Seventis, an interesting place indeed. The citizens were quite friendly and easy to start conversations with. But, as I looked further, I could see something beyond the kindess... It seemed an elemant that of fear, but not exactly. The best choice of wording I can think of is anticipation. Anticipation for what could very well be the end of Seventis. I am not one to start or initiate fights, nor have I ever participated in one. You know this well, father. Unfortunately, I've had the misfortune of stumbling upon a war. One between Ascella and Renati. It seems that Renati had aided a nation that Ascella was fighting, and now they are turning their warmonging eyes upon Seventis because of Renati's action. This brings me to my position. When I first entered the town, I stumbled upon a conversation between Lord Renati and his companions. The few words I picked out from the conversation were "war" and "preparation". Renati took me aside and asked for my assistance in the war, but I pointed out that I am nothing more than a farmer's son. I have never fought anything besides wolves and hunted nothing more than beasts in the forests. I told Renati that I would have to think on it; he was asking for quite a lot. Don't misunderstand me; his hospitality and welcoming to Seventis shows he is a kind and understanding man. I just... I've never been in a situation such as this before. It didn't take me long to make a decision. Apparently one of Ascella's soldiers had disguised himself as a Renati soldier and took on of Renati's soldiers hostage. I was there with Lord Renati when it all happened. There was also a man with a staff. Damn my memory, for it fails me at the worst of times, but I cannot remember his name as of this moment. I'm certain I will find out more from Renati. The disguised soldier nearly killed the hostage through suffocation while hanging him on a noose. Renati was swift enough to cut the man down after another soldier used his bow and arrow to fend off the two individuals. I, like a coward, stood back, shaking in my boots. I am ashamed of my actions. But I cannot dwell on them. Those intruders... they were cruel. Renati has been nothing but honorable and kind to me. I came to a decision and told Renati I would aid him. I will do everything I can to stop these people from taking Seventis. Still, I worry... no, not worry. That is an understatement. I am beyond fearful. War is something I hoped I'd never see, and now I'm willingly agreeing to participate in it. Adventure is an interesting subject, indeed.

I recently got accepted here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/43470-application-2-danieval-falithir/ But I cannot connect to the server because it says I'm not accepted yet. I was all excited when I was getting on to play too :P

Out-of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: 36Diggaroo94 Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: I have not. I've owned Minecraft since Alpha, but haven't truly found a reason to dive deep into the gameplay. This server has caught my eye, though, for sure. How old are you?: I am seventeen, going to be eighteen in less than a month. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST/USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I like to think I've got a handle on my own language, but as human nature has it, I'm not perfect. Grammar sometimes can be an issue, but otherwise I can hold a good sentence structure. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I've always saw myself as destined to be the geek I am today. Dad was an IBM guy, and naturally I grew up around technology. I've been playing video games since the age of two and a half years old. I've been roleplaying since ten. I see gaming as a way to escape to a place where I can do the impossible; slay dragons, craft amazing items, and become a legend. I usually look at it like this: Would I rather walk the dog? Or engage in swordplay and magical duels? Normally the second wins. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Anytime after school (8:10am - 3:10pm). I normally work Tuesdays and Thursdays, though. I'm usually 100% free on weekends to game as much as I please, though. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying has always had a place in my heart. It is truly immersing yourself into a different body, a different mindset, and going along with it. Changing accents, behavioral quirks, and simply learning to become a different person is what roleplaying is all about. I've roleplayed in Paper and Pencil Dungeon and Dragons and I've also roleplayed in Champions Online (a comic book-like MMORPG where you create your own hero.) I've gained a lot of experience from both areas. I've also done mild RPing within Terraria. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming: It is the process of acting on what you know, not what your character knows. This goes against RPing, as it takes you out of your character. As it says in the wiki, it should be like reading a book; you cannot interact with the characters. Powergaming: Making an action that you determine is already successful without giving the other person a chance to react to the given action. It generally ruins the other person's fun since they have no say in the matter of what happens to their character. What do you expect this server will be like?: Detailed is the best word that comes to mind. This seems to be the most organized and successful RPing Minecraft server I've ever witnessed. Not to put expectations on the server, but from what I can see I'm hoping it's going to be as good as I think it will be. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have never played on other servers other than simple 2-4 person servers I've hosted for my friends and family to play on. The servers have always been survival mode. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: No griefing, stay in character, no min-maxing, be respectful. I think I've got it How did you hear about us?: I was simply browsing the Minecraft Forums. Came across this whole project and my jaw dropped. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not yet. I believe that I will vote after I've had a chance to experience the server first-hand. It seems silly to vote for something I have never had the chance to experience, in my opinion. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Danieval In-Character: Character Name: Danieval Falithir What is your Race?: Human. I always preferred the less "shinier" races, so to speak. Humans are the least expected to do great deeds, whereas Orcs are seen as strong warriors, Dwarves as brilliant miners, and Elves as magnificient beings of beauty. Humans have none of those. Rather, Humans are the jack of all trades. One thing that they have over the other races, I believe, is spirit. Even through the darkest hours of our days, humans have always shined their dim light, hopeful for victory. For success. Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Age: 23 Weight: 167 lbs. Height: 6'2" Hair Color: Orange-brown Hair Length: Down to shoulders. Normally slicked back to keep hair out of eyes. Body Tone: Athletic. Muscular, but not large. Eye Color: Hazel Danieval Falithir was born into a lower-class family close to Dunwood. His father was but a simple peasant, a farmer and carpenter. His mother was known for her medicines, as she assisted many of the nearby inhabitants with their illnesses. They themselves were not of halfling blood, but their lifestyles matched that of the halflings so well that they were easily accepted by their shorter counterparts. Danieval had been put to work ever since he was born. His father worked him day and night in the fields, plowing and working the land to reap the harvest in time so that they could survive another day in their hard-working lives. Through this work, Danieval has become physically fit. His endurance outmatches most his age and, while no where near the true strength of an Orc, Danieval's strength shines brighter than most others. Through hunting and living off the land, Danieval has become an excellent marksman and woodsman. He has learned the names of herbs and could name them and their attributes on the spot. Even swordplay is something Danieval knows a good deal about. His father trained him in armed combat at a young age, so that Danieval could protect his family just as his father protects Danieval and his mother. The one thing that Danieval has had a hard time grasping is magic. He could never understand such a complex subject, and would much rather have a sword in hand than a spell book. It seemed silly to most others; a human incapable of understanding magic? Yet, Danieval is fond of simplicity, and he just does not deem it simple in his eyes. At the age of 17, Danieval decides it is time for him to set out into the world on his own. He had grown weary of farm work, bored of the land he knew inside and out, and anxious to explore the wide and varied world of Aegis. With nothing more than his bow, his sword, and traveling gear and rations, Danieval sets out into the world, seeking adventure at every turn. Little does Danieval understand, adventure also means heart-pounding battles, dangerous encounters, and learning to adapt to lands if he wishes to survive in the land of Asulon. Your characters ambitions: With the way my biography has ended, I believe it leaves Danieval very open to changes in his goals and ambitions. The most basic and obvious goal for him is to explore the places he's only heard stories about. He hopes to one day set foot into the mystical nation of Malinor, exploring the elvish culture and witnessing the great trees they reside in. Their love of the earth around them has captured his heart as a farmer's son. Danieval wishes to step foot inside the great dwarven halls of Kal'Urguan, a place he has heard stories of from his father. While not an excavator himself, he hopes to one day come to understand the minerals of Aegis and their infinite purposes from the stout dwarves. While not keen on their living style, Danieval believes that he could learn much from the Orcs of Krugmar. He understands the Orcs are great warriors and fighters, and he hopes that by either firsthand experience or by simply examining them that he too could learn how to fight with the ferocity of an Orc. Through his exploration of these different areas of Asulon, Danieval is certain to come across many different types of adventures, whether they be small or grand in scale. 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? Danieval squints his eyes in attempt to get a better view of the situation from a tree he jumped behind after hearing the commotion. His back hard against the rough bark of the tree, he peers at the three combatants. Danieval's hazel eyes instantly recognize the look upon the elf's sweaty face. Pure fear and terror. Without a moment to lose, Danieval tears his bow off his quiver from his back and prepares an arrow. Keeping to the shadows and shade of the trees, he hastily sidesteps from his position. He knows if he hesitates for too long, the bandits may very well be the last thing the struggling elf may ever see. Pulling back the string of his bow, Danieval inhales and holds his breath, aiming with one eye. The world around him begins to fade from his vision. The sounds of metal clashing against metal becomes muted. The only thing that remains in Danieval's vision is the two bandits. Knowing that this may be the only opportunity for an ambush, Danieval carefully checks to make sure everything is aligned; his straddling stance upright, his arms steady and unswaying, and his arrow pointed deliberately inbetween the rib cage where he believes the bandit's heart is. Without a moment to lose, Danieval releases the bowstring. He watches as the arrow flies gracefully through the air, racing towards its target with deadly velocity. The arrow pierces the bandit just as he raises his weapon to strike down the elf. His eyes go wide, more in surprise than pain. The other bandit and the elf stop their combat as they watch him stumble a bit, grunting in pain. The projectile had missed its mark, landing an inch or so away from Danieval's desired destination. Cursing under his breath, Danieval takes no time to pity his poor aim when it is not welcome and instead quickly draws another arrow from his quiver. The uninjured bandit quickly turns to Danieval's location and raises his sword up in a bellowing battle cry. He begins charging towards Danieval, prepared to take vengeance upon him for hurting his ally. Danieval wastes not even a second, letting loose another arrow into the air. It flies towards the bandit and makes contact with his thigh. The bandit stumbles and falls to the ground from the impact. Putting his bow back on his back, Danieval hastily takes advantage of the situation, charging towards the fallen bandit. He draws his shortsword from his sheathe at his side, gritting his teeth as he sprints. The bandit was already beginning to stand up slowly, recovering from the arrow. Before he manages to stand up fully, Danieval lets out a battle cry and, as he gets within reaching distance of the bandit, brings his knee up to meet the bandit's chin. It makes solid impact, and he feels the jaw bone of the bandit shatter from the assault. The bandit goes flying onto his back roaring and writhing in pain. Without taking a moment to pat himself on the back for a successful attack, Danieval quickly spins, raising his blade above his head and then bringing it swiftly downwards. The blade slides straight through the bandits chest and into the ground. In that moment, time seems to slow. The bandit's eyes go wide and lose their liveliness as his spirit passes on. Each panting breath Danieval takes seems to imitate a deep breathing exercise. Every time. Every time he's had to kill, time seemed to draw on and on, allowing Danieval's mind to take a photographic memory of the death-dealing blow. Just as quick as it begin, the slowing of time ends and Danieval pulls his sword free of the bandit's chest. As Danieval turns, his natural reflexes react just in time. His body suddenly jerks to the right before he could understand what happened. The bandit with the arrow in his back had managed to recover and make an overhead attack at Danieval. Unfortunately, Danievals reflexes were not sharp enough, and the bandit's blade tore through the side of his upper body and gashes him. He cries out in pain as he falls to his side onto the ground, his blood staining the grass under him. The bandit does not show pause in his assault, and quickly follows up with a downward thrust at Danieval. Barely managing to parry his attack from his position on the ground, Danieval rolls to the side. The bandit goes in for another assault, and Danieval raises his sword to parry it. As the two blades meet, the impact sends his sword flying from his hand and off a couple meters away from he and the bandit. Panic arises in Danieval's eyes as the bandit gives a rough chuckle at the turn of events. Frantically trying to push himself away from the bandit on his back, he knows he cannot escape him fast enough. The bandit raises his sword to deliver a finishing blow and Danieval closes his eyes. He hears the skin-rending sound of metal cutting through flesh. Surprisingly enough to Danieval, it was not his skin. He opens his eyes to see the elf who had been in battle with the bandits pulling his sword from the back of the bandit. Panting from the fight, he sheathes his blade and extends his hand out towards Danieval. "I know not who you are, stranger, but you saved my life." Danieval, still attempting to slow down his heart rate with deep breaths, gives a small smile of victory and grabs the extended hand of the elf. "I am but thankful I came along when I did. From what I witnessed, I did not think you would last much longer," replies Danieval as the elf pulls him to his feet. "I mean no disrespect, though." The elf smiles, his skin glistening with sweat, "None taken. Come, I know a few medicinal treatments for that wound of yours. The least I can for the person who saved my life is treat his wounds." Together, the two walk wearily into the elf's cottage. 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? Danieval looks to his left and right to make sure no one is listening before speaking in a hushed tone, "I believe you can, but first we must speak in private." The shop owner arches an eyebrow in question, but replies, "... Alright. Come, we'll speak within the shop." The two walk into the shop known as "Jobeq's General Goods" and sit down at the wooden table. Danieval's normally calm face shows nothing but seriousness as he tosses a large pouch onto the middle of the table between Jobeq, the shop owner, and himself. Jobeq eyes the pouch suspiciously as he reaches out for it. "Just as you asked, this is one of his belongings." Jobeq takes the pouch and then opens it, pulling out a necklace. It is of iron chains and a strange upside down spikey star symbol in the middle. "I see... How exactly did you get this from him?" Danieval leans back in his chair as he recalls the experience. "I can't say it was a simple task." Rubbing his chin, Danieval continues, "The bastard had the whole place rigged with traps. Magical traps." Jobeq nods as he listens, "Sounds about right. Velimont would never leave his tower unguarded." "I can't even begin to tell you how close I was to being squashed like an insect between two brick walls," Danieval shakes his head at the memory. "I managed to eliminate the guards silently as I made my way up through the tower. Unfortunately, it will be obvious to Velimont that his men have been assassinated. It will only be a matter of time before he comes looking for that necklace." Jobeq rolls the necklace's chain through his fingers, "You're right. We'll have to act fast. It is now or never." Danieval gets up from his seat and Jobeq quickly follows. They walk quickly to the back of the shop to a bookcase. "I just wanted to thank you, Danieval." Jobeq says as he searches for a specific book. "Velimont's curse has been a burden to my family for far too long. I can't bear to do his dirty work any longer." "Don't even mention it, Jobeq. You've been a friend to me ever since you helped me find my way throughout this massive city. I'm afraid I've still yet to grow accustomed to Al'Khazar. The very least I can do is assist a friend when he needs assistance most." Jobeq smiles as he finds the green and gold-trimmed book he was looking for and pulls it, the bookcase sliding to the side and opening a secret passage, "You are far too kind, Danieval. You always have been." The two walk into the cobblestone and stone passage and walk for about five minutes to reach a big room with an altar in the middle. Jobeq places the necklace onto the altar and takes his smithing hammer in his hand. Danieval watches intently as the strange runes on the altar begin to glow as Jobeq raises the hammer over his head. He brings the hammer down hard with a grunt, shattering the amulet. A bright light bursts from the shattered necklace and spirits fly out of it, wailing gleefully as they ascend higher and higher in the cavern until they are seen no more. Jobeq looks to Danieval and smiles wide. "It is done!... Finally, my soul is mine and mine alone. And my ancestors can now pass on. Thank you so much, Danieval." Danieval smiles, but then his face grows serious, "Don't thank me yet, old friend. Velimont knows you destroyed the amulet by now. He'll be coming." "You're right. We must prepare for his arrival." Jobeq pulls out his crossbow and grins, "I'll be sure to give him a warm welcoming." Danieval nods and the two walk back out of the room together, mentally preparing themselves to battle Velimont the Warlock. ((OOC Notes: Velimont is a powerful warlock who disguises his evil nature by being charitable. In actuality, he takes the souls of a single bloodline after they've served him and suck their souls from their body to increase his own power. His plan is to rule over Al'Khazar eventually after gaining enough power. Every time he drains a soul, his life expectancy is increased. Velimont had been taking the souls of Jobeq's bloodline for many centuries. Velimont's amulet was the only thing binding his family to this curse, for many years ago, Jobeq's ancestor who was bound to die from famine made a contract with Velimont. Velimont would provide for him, and in return his soul belonged to Velimont. Jobeq was born into this curse and was afraid he could never escape... until now. Also, as another note, I have no plans to actually continue this in-game. It is completely fictional for the sake of showing my RPing capabilities.)) A screenshot of your skin: I'm hardly artistic, so I will be borrowing a skin that I hope is acceptable as a RP skin for a Human Ranger-like character. Credit for this skin goes to tigurus123. Other Information: I'm looking forward to seeing everyone in the server! Happy Rping and may the wind be at your backs, fellow Aegis dwellers!

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: 36Diggaroo94 Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: I have not. I've owned Minecraft since Alpha, but haven't truly found a reason to dive deep into the gameplay. This server has caught my eye, though, for sure. How old are you?: I am seventeen, going to be eighteen in less than a month. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST/USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I like to think I've got a handle on my own language, but as human nature has it, I'm not perfect. Grammar sometimes can be an issue, but otherwise I can hold a good sentence structure. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I've always saw myself as destined to be the geek I am today. Dad was an IBM guy, and naturally I grew up around technology. I've been playing video games since the age of two and a half years old. I've been roleplaying since ten. I see gaming as a way to escape to a place where I can do the impossible; slay dragons, craft amazing items, and become a legend. I usually look at it like this: Would I rather walk the dog? Or engage in swordplay and magical duels? Normally the second wins. ;) How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Anytime after school (8:10am - 3:10pm). I normally work Tuesdays and Thursdays, though. I'm usually 100% free on weekends to game as much as I please, though. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying has always had a place in my heart. It is truly immersing yourself into a different body, a different mindset, and going along with it. Changing accents, behavioral quirks, and simply learning to become a different person is what roleplaying is all about. I've roleplayed in Paper and Pencil Dungeon and Dragons and I've also roleplayed in Champions Online (a comic book-like MMORPG where you create your own hero.) I've gained a lot of experience from both areas. I've also done mild RPing within Terraria. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Not so sure on Metagaming, but as for Powergaming, that's basically min-maxing. Aka: Trying to ditch all the undesirable traits and only going for the best way to maximize your character's strengths. I try to find a balance in my roleplaying characters. I don't want to be overpowered, but I don't want to be so weak that my character can't even stand his own. What do you expect this server will be like?: Detailed is the best word that comes to mind. This seems to be the most organized and successful RPing Minecraft server I've ever witnessed. Not to put expectations on the server, but from what I can see I'm hoping it's going to be as good as I think it will be. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have never played on other servers other than simple 2-4 person servers I've hosted for my friends and family to play on. The servers have always been survival mode. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: No griefing, stay in character, no min-maxing, be respectful. I think I've got it :) How did you hear about us?: I was simply browsing the Minecraft Forums. Came across this whole project and my jaw dropped. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not yet. I believe that I will vote after I've had a chance to experience the server first-hand. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Danieval In-Character: Character Name: Danieval Falithir What is your Race?: Human. I always preferred the less "shinier" races, so to speak. Humans are the least expected to do great deeds, whereas Orcs are seen as strong warriors, Dwarves as brilliant miners, and Elves as magnificient beings of beauty. Humans have none of those. Rather, Humans are the jack of all trades. One thing that they have over the other races, I believe, is spirit. Even through the darkest hours of our days, humans have always shined their dim light, hopeful for victory. For success. Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Danieval Falithir was born into a lower-class family. His father was but a simple peasant, a farmer for the wealthier. His mother was known for his medicines, as she assisted many of the nearby inhabitants with their illnesses. Danieval had been put to work ever since he was born. His father worked him day and night in the fields, plowing and working the land to reap the harvest in time so that they could survive another day in their hard-working lives. Through this work, Danieval has become physically fit. His endurance outmatches most his age and, while no where near the true strength of an Orc, Danieval's strength shined brighter than most others. Through hunting and living off the land, Danieval has become an excellent marksman and woodsman. He has learned the names of herbs and could name them and their attributes on the spot. Even swordplay is something Danieval knows a good deal about. His father trained him in armed combat, so that Danieval could protect his family just as his father protects Danieval. The one thing that Danieval has had a hard time grasping is magic. He could never understand such a complex subject, and would much rather have a sword in hand than a spell book. Besides, magic has scarred Danieval. One day, as he was hunting in the forests close to his home, Danieval heard an explosion come from behind him. He quickly took off back to his house to find it up in flames. Running inside to witness his mothers dead body that lay on the ground before him, Danieval's father grabs his son and tells him to hide. Danieval has no choice but to listen and hides in the closet. While peeking out through a barely cracked door, he witnesses a hooded man in dark blue robes light his father on fire, charring him to a black and bloody husk on the ground. The hooded man curses to himself and leaves. Danieval barely escapes the burning house in tears, mourning his parents. He swore on that day that he would stop at nothing to find this hooded sorcerer. And when he did, he would make him pay dearly for the pain he has caused him. Your characters ambitions: Finding the hooded sorcerer in dark blue robes trimmed in gold and taking his vengeance upon him for murdering his parents. 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? Danieval would carefully assess the situation, sneaking behind bushes and trees to get a better view. After confirming that it is an elf being attacked by bandits, Danieval would initiate an ambush. He would let arrows fling and with precision take out the bandits. If for some reason he would miss his mark, he would do his best to hinder the bandits before engaging them in armed combat with a sword. After the bandits are taken care of, he would go to the elf and try to figure out just what happened to cause this. If for some reason Danieval had to retreat, he would use the woods as an obstacle course, knowing that the bandits would have difficulty following Danieval in an environment he has adapted to so well. 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 would like to know what stock you have in traveling rations. If you have arrows for sale, I would like to see them as well." A screenshot of your skin: I'm hardly artistic, so I will be borrowing a skin that I hope is acceptable as a RP skin for a Human Ranger-like character. Credit for this skin goes to tigurus123. Other Information: I'm looking forward to seeing everyone in the server! Happy Rping and may the wind be at your backs, fellow Aegis dwellers!