Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name:
HebiKiller
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
No, I did not.
How old are you?:
My current age is 17.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
My timezone is Pacific Standard, and I reside in the United States, California.
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes, I am a life long English speaker and I loathe the use of poor grammar.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I would say that I am someone who can be very dedicated to the things which I enjoy, Minecraft being among those things. I also have excellent problem solving skills, especially when it comes to the problems which tend to surround people.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
At the moment school, and the work associated with it take priority in my life, but somewhere between 7-10 hours a week, perhaps more.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
I have been RPing for the better part of five years now, it is being able to stay in the character of another, and craft a narrative with others doing the same. RolePlaying is an excellent social experience and, especially in a setting like Minecraft, promotes teamwork and creativity.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Metagaming is the act of using knowledge that you, out of character, may have, but that your character does not or could not have. Powergaming was not a term that I was familiar with, but after a bit of reading I believe it to be what I've known as 'GodModding' in which you, through PolePlaying, make statements that are outlandish or completely inhibit another person's character.
E.G. Metagaming- Knowing that a person has a certain Item, when your character does not, but having your character ask for it.
Powergaming- *I punch you and you die from a heart attack*
What do you expect this server will be like?:
From what I've heard of the server, I think it should offer an excellent experience. I hope to have fun, and enjoy my time.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
I haven't really played Minecraft on multiplayer servers much, currently I play on the mcsmp.com server, but other than that I've never played on any for a noticable amount of time.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes, yes, and yes.
How did you hear about us?:
The first time I heard about you was several months ago, I had intended to sign up but never got around to doing so. The server was plugged by PotatoOrgy recently and it reminded me, so here I am.
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
Yes, I believe that I was vote 2,812.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
My account name is: ArgentumFlare
In-Character:
Character Name:
Agrin Ironheart
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.):
Agrin Seelin was born a traveling merchants son, his life proceed normally for the first four years which he lived. He traveled across the land with his mother and father, as he was the only child they were able to conceive. During those first four years he had interaction with many children of different races and nations, helping to instill a sense of diversity in his young mind.
However, in the fifth year of his life his parents were murdered. A competing merchant, had been pressing them for quite some time, and had finally decided that it would be simpler and more cost effective to simply have the family killed. Somewhat luckily, the town at which they were staying had always favored the family and were willing to assist the young Agrin. He was taken to his uncle, who lived in a small, but prosperous town near the city of Oren. His uncle, Hadric Seelin, was a rough man, but not unkind. Known for being a distinguished blacksmith, he took to training his nephew in the craft. Besides teaching Agrin how to make instruments of death, he was also instructed on the use of many of said items. Thus Agrin was raised with excellent swordsmanship though he rarely needed to use his skills. As he grew, Hadric, continually told him stories of an ancient hero, named Reilin the Iron Hearted, a slayer of demons and dragons, who never allowed anyone to join him for fear of their safety on his journeys.
These stories caught a natural curiosity in Agrin's young mind, and started in him a desire to read. Fortunately there was another boy his age in the village, Van, who was the son of a wifeless wizard. He saw the boy reading a book one day when they were both ten years of age and he asked if he would teach him, this simple question was agreed to and led to a strong friendship.
By the age of eighteen, Agrin was a strong and well minded young man. Working as a blacksmith with his uncle had given him strength, while his education with Van led him to read many things. However in that eighteenth year tragedy struck twice. The first instance was his Uncle, who fell victim to illness. The sickness was short and potent, Hadric grew tired and faded away, happy though, that even if he never had a son of his own blood, he was confident he had raised Agrin well. The second was the loss of Van, who was kidnapped by marauders and eventually killed. Agrin sought revenge for his fallen friend and eventually would have it. Revenge brought him comfort, but very little. Grief stricken, he left his home and began to wander, taking on the moniker of Ironheart, after his childhood hero.
Now, at age twenty three, Agrin stands at six feet and two inches tall. His eyes are a light blue color, and his hair is greying. His hair's color loss began when he was sixteen and often gives people the impression that he is older than he is. He has calmed and mostly has come to terms with the deaths in his past. Agrin carries a natural charisma that allows him to convince people to listen to him. He could easily use this to lead others, but he has an innate fear of getting people hurt.
Your characters ambitions:
Mostly Agrin wants to be able to protect people. He often jokes about being a king and how he would do things if he were, though these are mostly said in jest he wouldn't mind being the leader of a village or perhaps more.
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?
Agrin caught a glimpse of the attack, and instantly his eyes cemented into a displeased frown. The bandits had their back to him as he approached, hand gripping the hilt of his sword. Agrin Cleared his throat loudly in order to get the attention of the two assailants.
The bandits turned their heads to the newcomer and frowned, "This is non of 'yer business. Get lost!"
"Isn't it?" Agrin drew his blade, "Well then I suggest that you leave, before I make it my business." His glare was icy, and as he spoke he noticed the elf shift preparing to strike the distracted bandits.
"Like hell!" One of the bandits lunged at Agrin with a dagger. The knife was easily dodged and a swift strike with his sword dispatched the enemy. In the mean time, the elf had taken advantage of the distraction and used it to end the other bandit's life.
Agrin sheathed his sword as the elven woman spoke, "These fiends killed my sister," there was a venom and a hatred in her voice that Agrin knew all to well. His expression was Solemn
as approached his comrade.
"I know your pain, my friend," he replied with a small nod.
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?
"Good afternoon, sir," Agrin smiled as he entered, looking over the selection the store had to offer. "I need some basic supplies, but most importantly I require some rope and a new whet stone if you have those."
"I do indeed have those things. A whet stone would be over there," he said pointing to a small rack. The shopkeeper turned to a shelf behind him and withdrew a length of rope. "Will this be enough?"
Agrin nodded, as he returned from the rack he had been pointed too, "That will do nicely," he replied, taking out the money he would owe the man. Agrin paid for the supplies and bid farewell after stowing his newly procured gear.
A screenshot of your skin:
The attached file contains a screenshot.
Other Information:
I think that's everything. Now That my app is done, I'm going to go read more of the lore. Thank you very much!
