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Crowley Blightbarrow

okay well guud buildin'a bit to much woof but yer gut an eye fer detail. so be welcome.

thank yeh.

MC name:Lzztopz

Character Name:Crowley Blightbarrow

Forum name:Lzzgauzz

Mining level:34

Excavation level:16

Blacksmith level:22

Why do ye want te join?i would like to help build the new city

If ther would be one thing ye want to change in teh city,

what would it be, and how?although at the moment, theres not much to change, there is tons i'd like to add, from housing to stores

We are often in teh dwarf channel on TS3 te communicate.

Would ye use it often if ye wher te be accepted into teh guild?already do, would'nt be a problem

Any previous work? ((screenshots are good))

Minecraft Account Name: lzztopz (that is an L not an i)

How old are you?: im 14.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Us Central, so that's -6.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:yes i can type normally, and with correct grammar. although i do occasionally slip up on spelling when I'm typing too fast. i also slip up with commas and periods quite a bit more then i should, but its still readable.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: im a 14 year old from suburban minnesota, ive been living here a good amount of my life, im a huge gamer by heart, and i play everything from battlefield to runescape, although i do get annoyed fairly easily by people who are... not smart, to say the least.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: it depends on the quality of the server, i could be on as many as 50 hours per week, or as few as 8, if I'm having fun I'll keep coming back

What do you know about Role playing? Give a definition of what it means to you:to me role playing is acting without a script, a set or even a stage, to me role playing is experiencing what you are, or arent in a different medium then reality, to me role playing is encompassing a different, life or story, as though it were your own

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I've Larped with a few friends a couple years back, ive played self made RP games with some other friends, and ive been doing a fair amount of RP'ing on runescape (the actual dedicated server, ooc and ic stuff etc.)

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: meta-gaming is when you "cheat" at roleplaying, its when you use information your character couldnt know, or didnt know, and used it to an advantage, or acted as if you knew it.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming, is when you make your character perform things that are over the top, and create unfair events in the rp, it is when you prevent someone from reacting, or from countering/fighting back, its when your measly farmer can hit anyone at any distance with an arrow, or your person dodges every hit, despite being just a peasant.

What do you expect this server will be like?: i honesty dont know, i expect both from the dedication to the website and the amount of people online, that it will be good, but i have never done a minecraft RP before

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:i have played on too many to count, and most servers i have quit playing on have been due to the server closing

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: yes, i agree

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, i do

How did you hear about us?: Google search, it was a forum post about diamond armor, i saw the cool headers and level of work on the backgrounds and such. i then explored my way to the home page and saw it was a Rp server, and so i thought to myself " i should join this... i really should" and here i am!

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: it says i was 1300, or if you mean the score, the score was 2,541

Character Name: Crowley Blightbarrow

What Race are you?: Human

What Sub-Race are you?: "I'm a Wight, one of the few left!" (Wights are creatures that have been killed and left there body's, but are bound to the realm of the living by a curse or spell, they take a solid form and gain very few supernatural powers, the only one worth noteworthy is being able to talk to the dead/undead, but only those who have not been tainted, wights never age and could technically live forever, but can be killed by there bones being burnt, or any natural means, but if killed there bones are intact, they will simply burst into flames like a phoenix, and return to the realm of the living at a certain spot. ALSO the reason i felt it good to explain here is that there are thousands of different explanations to what a wight is, and this is mine)

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): i was born in a town with no name in Oren, to a family of people without faces, that is all i remember about my childhood, the rest just flows by in bits and scraps... things that piece by piece make no sense, not that i even care. I'm cursed to this land... kept here by my remains, hell knows where they are... how did i end up this way? when i was 25 i decided to travel the country, leave my home town, i was going somewhere for something, when i came across a merchant on the side of the road, he was wearing dark purple robes, and had a cane made of curled wood... he had a small carriage full of his wares, things you couldnt find anywhere else, tears of demons, bones of ghosts, he had more wares then i had seen in my whole life, but only one thing interested me, a small black box, he said it would let me live for as long as i wish, and to die all i had to do was burn the box, as naive as i was i agreed, he gave me a small vial of foul liquid to drink, i drank it and immediately fell to the ground in spasms, i went unconscious shortly thereafter. later i woke up in a field, my coin sack was gone, and my head ached... it had started to rain, so i ran over to a nearby tree, as i sat there a puddle formed, i stared into the puddle watching droplets hit the surface. an hour went by until the rain stopped, the surface had calmed and when i stared into the puddle, as if it were a mirror, i was shocked, my eyes were glowing green, the man had turned me into a wight, i remember reading a book about wights as a kid, they were said to be men cursed to a life on infinite, and tales of stolen children and drinking blood surrounded them, i was terrified... but no urge ever came, none, i was just myself, but undead...

all of that happened almost a century ago, but i remember learning the hard way about the hatred towards my kind, as i walked the streets, still on my first life, i came across a man, he shouted at me about my soul belonging to demons, and as i walked by, he pulled a large knife, and stabbed me in the neck... supposedly my body burst into a purple and green flame. i remember waking up in the same hillside i had before. all of my thing were inplace, i had all my clothes, so i simply got up, and started walking. i spent a year at knight school, wasnt the place for me, too much law around killing criminals, another year at the school of arcane arts, which was great... until i got kicked out for blowing someone into smithereens, i made a living for a while as a petty thief, and for a while a pretty terrible one, but i made friends with the market guard and my life became alot easier. thats pretty much the past 70 years in a nutshell, lots of traveling, not too much "settling down"

how do i look? bloody hell why do you care? whatever... i have glowing green eyes, light skin, i like to wear this green cloak, aswell as a chain mail underneath it, my small pack, well i keep it strapped onto my back, that good enough for ya? what? my personality? i guess im a nice guy, i dont just attack people, but i dont tend to show mercy, if some poor fellow is getting his brain spilt out, i wont think twice about stabbing the chumps who are doin' it! my age? I'm going on 97 i think? or is it 98, i dont know... i have the body of a 25 year old because im a bloody wight! have you even been listening? ok, well goodbye, ive got some bandits to kill.

What is your Character's ambitions?: there arent many things that crowley hates or enjoys, but he has a very large disregard for so called "men of god" and enjoys Beer, magic, and killing, although he still stands morally upright, and believes in justice (to a degree)

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):My Favorite tool... my favorite tool is probably my sword, ive had it for longer then i can remember its made from simple iron, but it has never failed me.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?:he is extremley talented with the arcane arts, he also isnt too shabby with a sword

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character:Crowley is a "Chaotic-Good" with a dark sense of humor

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?Crowley walks behind one of the two men, both of which are facing towards the halfing, and proceeds to stab him through the chest with his iron blade, the sword slides through the mans leather armor with ease. Crowley slides the sword out of the man, and kicks him to the side, he then slashes at the second man who manages to dodge out of the way, the man retaliates by swing his roughly made club at crowley who counters the hit easily and stabs back at the man, the blade easily slides through armor and into his stomach, crowley slides the blade out and pushes the man to the ground with his foot, the man coughing blood lays his head against the ground and slowly dies. the halfling, slightly mortified by the attack, stutters out a "t-t-thank y-y-you" crowley responds with a laugh "it wasn't a problem and i dont think they will be bothering you anymore" and continues on his way

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? Crowley stares emptily at the man, as if he is dreaming, the cold winter air brushes against Crowley's arms, and the cold mush on the ground chilling his boots "Sire ya' there? hello?" Crowley stutters out a small phrase, shakes his head, inhales and says "Yes, i would like..." crowley scans over all the wares, from food to armor, but something catches his eye, a green cloak with a white trim "that cloak, right there" as crowley points to it "how much for it?"

the man responds, "'esh that'ul be 40 Coins"

crowley reaches into his coin bag and pulls out 4 stacks of coins, 10 each, 40 in all, and sets it on the counter "alright there ye' go" the man quickly counts the coins, stows them in a small iron-cast chest, and gives crowley the cloak and says "have a nice day sire" crowley responds "oh, yes you too" and walks down the street through the thick of the falling snow...

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: ya see this one time i was wandering out in the wilderness, doing something or another, and i came across this small cabin, its door was knocked off its hinges, and the roof had collapsed, but i still decided to investigate it. inside there was a small chest, only a foot high, and 2 wide, but inside i found a solid gold sword, and a few solid iron ingots with rust growing on the edges, talk about a lucky find.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? "hello there! what are you doing way out here?" i asked, a large man, the head of the camp responded

"We are sheltering from the storms for the night, supposedly there's one brewing along the main road."

i responded, "oh, well do you guys have some food you could spare? im lost and the bread i brought with was covered in mold."

"oh yes we do, here come in, this is our little slice of paradise" he joked about the paradise part i assumed, the place was covered in filth from the ground up, dirt and muck everywhere, grease from a cooking fire had splattered and burned through some of the tents, it was a mess, but it was better then sleeping in a tree... or on the ground as i walked through the camp, my golden sword fell out of my bag, i quickly stowed it but a few people had already seen it, the large man pointed towards an empty tent and said i could stay for as long as i wished, i unpacked my sleeping tarp, and fell asleep...

in the middle of the night i heard people whispering "how much do you think that swords worth?" "should we jump him in the night?" and other things of the sort, i decided my stay was overdue, and i slipped out the back of the tent, when one of the men saw me, a small short dwarf, he yelled "hes gett'en away with the sword! try'en to give us the slip! Get e'm!" i ran, as fast as i could, darting under fallen trees, and i eventually managed to make my way out of the dark forest, i had lost the brutes in the chase.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:"Guard, yes i'll help!" i said as i ran to the head guard, "what do you need me to do?" he responded "Head down the road, there are already 4 of my men fighting, go help them out as best ya can, and if you're still alive when we're done here I'll make sure you get a decent reward." and with that i was off, i ran down the road the fighting figure in the distance grew closer and closer, it was 6 bandits against 3 guards, the 4th was laying against a fence post with a deep cut in his forehead, i ran towards one of the bandits who was ferociously hitting the shield of the guard, i ran up to him and attempted to stab him, as busy as he was he didnt even notice me coming, the blade slid cleanily through his chest, and i kick him off with my boots, his body falls back and tumbles over another bandit, while the other two guards finished off the bandits they were attacking, i jump forward and lunge my sword at the bandits head, he roles out of the way and my blade sticks down to the hilt into the ground, the bandit pulls out a small dagger and swings wildly, i dodge most of the hits, but i get a small cut on my left shoulder, the bandit stabs at me wildly and uncontrolled, i easily grab the wrist and try and twist it, the bandit squeals and drop the dagger, i dart for the small blade, and pick it up in my right hand, the bandit looks to the side seeing his comrades are dead, simply turns and runs. i flip the blade over in my hand and throw it, the blade whirrs through the air, and lands next to the running bandit, this causes him to run even faster, i start to move but one of the guards cuts me off and says "it's ok, let him go, he'll tell anymore of those bandit scum to stay at a good distance next time, we walk back to the city and confront the head guard, he hands each of us a large pouch of coins, each holding easily 500 coins, i thank the guards and wish them a good day.