The Hedge Knight

((This is a post to end all the stories of my unfinished characters.

If you know them, or don't I still hope you enjoy the reads.))

Cameron Douglas

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUZeSYsU0Uk

 

A large man marches onward. His face is wrinkled, old. His once black fine hair now ashy and thin.

His knees are weak, he'd been walking for so long now. Even in his prime he'd feel this pain.

All his life he was plagued with leg pains and joint issues. 

His height and size used to be his pride, but now they crushed his mobility.

He looked around him, young folk running around, preparing to leave the land. It was chaos.

His old mind almost could not keep track, it no longer felt like keeping track.

He could not speak properly anymore. The scourge had ruined that for him.

His face was unsightly, and the only thing to his name was the armor he had taken with him.

The same old set of Rhodir armor that he'd found in Anthos, the one he felt was most fitting.
He continued to march, as he had done in his once glorious life.

Age does not discriminate, all patrons feel it's wrath at one point or another.

Cameron felt his joints burning, hotter than he had felt while fighting beside the lava pits of the scourge.

 

Amidst all the chaos a fire had started. His head turned, hearing a woman shout for her cat.

He dropped his luggage, age old armor sitting in a canvas bag, big enough to fit a child in.

Slowly he lumbered out, making his way to the burning home. He could hear the small creature.

It's sound was no average cat's meow, but a scream. The large man's heart could not handle it.

He barged into the building, against all shouts to stop.

He coughed, peering around the home for a way upstairs. He finally made his way to the steps.

Making his way up, the cries were louder and louder.

Finally, a large door before him. He slammed on the door, trying to bust it down.

Over and over, he banged on the door. His massive fists soon filling with splinters.

Finally, the door came from it's hinges, falling flat with a thud.

He entered the room, his eye red from all the smoke. He then saw it.

The feline had been clawing at the window, trying to open it. It then turned as the door fell.

He looked to the young feline, a smile drawing on his lips.

The feline had no intention of staying and bolted past him, right downstairs, and outside.

He stood there, unsure of what he expected.

Perhaps he was looking for gratitude. The gratitude his family never showed him.

He could not find it in him, a reason, for doing such a foolish thing.

He turned back, looking to the stairs. Small tears working up in his eye now.

He then made his way over to the stairs, trying to exit the building.

-CRACK-

He had fallen into the steps, the splinted wood stabbing up into his ribs.

Horrified, he yelled out. Then began to cough.

His legs kicked, but did not manage to reach the floor below.

His body weight pushed down on him, forcing the splintered wood more into his chest.

He soon came to cough blood, his nostrils flared.

He could not tell if he had been inhaling too much smoke, or if the wood had pierced his lungs.

He then gave up, his body unable to cooperate as it lost oxygen. The smoke being too heavy.

He looked up, his mind now playing back his most cherished memories.

Picking berries with his mother.

Playing with his puppy in the early day, then sleeping with his cat at night.

Practicing with a wooden sword, learning from his uncle.

Learning to ride a horse.

His first time on a boat, fishing.

And finally, that wood elf girl that brought him back to being human after his agony.

 

He slowly blinked. His life was nearing its end.

He could no longer feel his legs anymore. His whole body was numb.

He finally shut his eye, a tear rolling down his cheek.

He then smiled.

This was not the fate he would have wanted.

But fate was beyond his grasp.

Finally, a burning piece of timber had fallen from the roof, ending his time on this planet.

 

James Douglas

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WZi34V_5OU

 

The sea, an unforgiving place to be.

First son of Gavin Douglas, also the forgotten.

His father left him, his sister, and mother at a young age.

What was he supposed to do with no true father figure?

That's when the old sailor at dock had found him.

He ran away from his mother as she grew less sane due to the events of her life.

He looked to make his own start, one better than his father's rumored life.

Get rich fast, meet many open women, and have all the adventure your heart desires.

Not a bad deal.

He then became a deckhand at a young age.

He worked, eventually becoming your average buccaneer.

 He met a red haired woman, produced some landlubber children then left them.

Why not? He had no father and he turned out alright!

He battled, boarded, and stole much of his gains from the lesser merchants of Oren.

Finally, the Captain called the crew together.

"We're goin' after an ore hauler boys."

The crew was unsure, their captain seemed crazy.

But his words inspired them, and well, lets be honest ale has it's work in the mix.

The day came quick, James had only thought of the bounty he'd acquire.

He readied himself, his cutlass and buckler shield ready to go.

They saw the boat, a steam powered bastard. The men immediately felt shaken.

The Captain called for the boarding parties to ready, and they did so.

The boat came closer, then finally, through the mist the sails had shown.

Quickly the Captain's look changed. He looked to the men in disbelief.

The fool should've known Dwarves would not send such a wealth filled boat out alone.

It's counterpart was filled to the brim with axe wielding Dwarves, each better trained then the pirates.

The crew kept on doing as they would, the Captain dared not speak of his mistake.

He instead made his way down saying.

"Tell me when we's thar."

The crewmen nodded, they didn't know how to distinguish the Dwarves.

Finally it was time. The men began to get rowdy, ready to fight.

They came up on the boat, James readied himself.

Then suddenly, he saw it.

A large, slow steam boat following the one they'd been approaching.

His stomach twisted, his whole body loosened.

He looked back at the other boat, which now seemed to be hauling full speed toward their boat.

He backed up, looking around in terror.

Goosebumps went up his body, his face going pale.

Finally the men began shouting, screaming some.

It was too late.

The boat slammed, wrenching the whole thing sideways, cracking the haul right open.

Then, they came.

Yells of a couple dozen Dwarven marines erupted as they charged up their boat and into the other.

Was this how the victims of their raids felt?

James unsheathed his cutlass, swinging for one of the Dwarves.

His blade smacked right into a plate of Dwarven steel.

He backed up, his attempt useless.

The Dwarf returned his own swing, bending the flimsy cutlass and slicing into his arm.

James yelled out in pain, dropping his buckler to grip his injury.

He backed up more, watching his lads fall to the same fate.

They weren't armed for this.

The crew fell, axe to the ankle, axe to the gut, it did not matter.

He looked back to the Dwarf before him. His face one of complete and utter defeat.

The Dwarf laughed loudly, the smell of old bitter ale leaving his mouth.

Finally he spun his axe around and clubbed James in the head, knocking him out.

 

He then awoke, floating on a chunk of sinking ship in the middle of nowhere.

His arm still bled, he looked around to miles of open water.

Finally he exhaled, dropping his head back onto the wood he laid upon.

A poorly made wound dressing and a flimsy plank paddle later and he was off rowing.

Maybe he'd reach land before dying of starvation or thirst.

 

Igne

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_3QdRkwyiQ

 

Igne grew with a decent family.

He was a High Elf, things were always weird.

Preserve the bloodline!

His mother sold him off to her mentor and he then received countless beatings.

He was to learn how to manipulate fire.

That never happened. The master deemed him unworthy.

After running away from all the madness he faced with his High Elven family he got to Anthos.

He faced more garbage there then decided to just travel.

 

Traveling is not an easy life for a High Elf.

Oren was not too accepting of his kind.

He found himself in a much less suitable life style, his clothes dirty, his ears clipped.

He began to loose sight of who was meant to be.

Finally, he decided these lands were not for him.

He made his way to a small rowboat and kept rowing.

Through eating seagulls and other of the such he managed to make it to Athera.

Problem is, everyone left.

 

Kur

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3TThcF-KBs

 

Following the death of the Empress Kur so loved and desired, he set off.

These lands brought him no more than a burning brothel, and dead friends.

Every attempt at opening an establishment was met with thug orcs asking for "donations".

He was even thrown off a bridge and left to drown. 

Kur couldn't swim.

Luckily some old man plucked him out, then nursed the small critter to health.

He now travels with this old warrior, cooking him all the finest meals and telling all the best stories.

Kur still tries to find it in himself to find his last remaining friends.

But the heartbreak the poor thing suffers from loss is far too great.

 

A small malnourished man covered in dirt, smelling of fertilizer and fish peers at the notice for many moments.

"Sure looks interestin'... If onleh Ah knew how to read."

He then returns to his work. For had he not done so he would not have food to feed his thirteen children.

 

((I will miss you very much old friend.))

Name: Gavin Douglas
(MC Name): Chimlet225
(Skype Name): micklepaco
Race: Highlander
Why is it that you wish to become a Peacekeeper?: To protect and serve. This land has been good to me, and I plan to return the favor.
Are you willing to become a Salvian Citizen?: Of course.
Do you vow to protect the people of Salvus as a Peacekeeper, even if it may be at the cost of your life?: I do.

DETAILS OF PASSPORT

 
Full Name: Gavin Douglas
 
Place of Birth: Northern Mountains
 
Date of Birth: The Amber Cold, 1320
 
Age: 187
 
Profession: None in specific.
 
Date of Issue: The Amber Cold, 1507
 
Date of Expiry: The Amber Cold, 1511
 
Core Guild Enlistment: (Currently nulified)
 
Valais entitlement Status: No
 
Ownership of property within Salvus: None.
 
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--Application--
Name: Timmy
Age: *The number is scribbled out, then rewritten a few times.* 8
Race: Very good at race! *Timmy does not understand this.*
Are you of the True Faith or converting?: Very much faith!
Any past experience with fishing, whaling, or sailing?: I was on boat many long times!

((Didn't mean to double post, sorry..))

Mark limps around the keep, being one of the few eaglets to survive. He looks at his crusty uniform, the stench of worm feces and guts lingering on him. He sighs as he feels the sting from the arrow wounds in his shoulder and ankle, wounds given to him by the poor aim of his comrades. "Ich served mein land vell." he reassures himself, thinking of how Otto had knighted him. He smiles softly with that thought, then nods "The hero of the day..." he then continues limping through the keep.

Good guy, good with passive RP and aggressive. Humorous and lighthearted, I'm sure he'd make anyone a grand old event that they'd enjoy for a lifetime!
You got my support! +1 

Minecraft username: Chimlet225


Age: 17


Time zone: Central Time (US & Canada)


Do you have any past experience moderating Minecraft servers?:
Three years ago I moderated a decently sized role playing server. There was not a huge need for moderators since there was maybe forty players at most when the server was in it's hay day. So I did that for a year, then the admin had to pull the plug due to a lack of donors. That's when I came here for my fill. A year prior to that job I was a moderator on a normal Minecraft server for a year as well. I mostly block logged griefed houses and answered questions. That server too met the same fate as server hosting becomes expensive. 


Why have you decided to create a trial GM application?:
I've noticed a sudden sweep of GMs leaving left and right. And I've been meaning to do so for a long while, I just never felt like I had been around long enough to deserve a place as a GM as I do not feel like people truly know and trust me enough. But, I post this anyway because there's no harm in giving it a try. And I will be on at those silly hours I don't normally see GMs on at so hey? Why not. I feel like I should give back to the server while it's still around.

Additional information:
I was once part of the AT but I had gone inactive while going through my Junior year of highschool, grade eleven for those of you who do not use the titles in school. My up and coming school year is going to be much easier for me as I have already determined that I will be going to college and I know which school I will be attending. So I will not be leaving as soon as I get my job, if I get my job.
I hope any of you out there who read this actually consider me. It'd be nice to know I have some support. I enjoy a lot of you members on here and I want to start helping out in more ways each day.

A relative writes out, in full knowledge of who Kais is, and what role he played in his uncle's life "Gavin Douglas" he doesn't add much else, expecting Kais to remember his most awesome and best squire ever.
((I'll send you a complete list of deeds later. I know you know a few things about him as it is.))

Dude let me be your wife for real. 

A notably large man in strapped together pieces of plate armor wanders around with a few scraps of parchment. He pins them up on various notice boards, sometimes covering other messages with his torn apart pieces of parchment paper.

Upon closer inspection one would read the following, written very crudely:

"Will guard for housing."

Some short writing about information to find the man shortly below it.

[i'm just looking for someone to sell my soul to in exchange for some roleplay. I come fully decked out with cool stuff and I'm pretty sure I can give you a decent time. PM me here or IG at Chimlet225. Thanks.] 

((Needs more Austrian.))

I support this man, and his endeavors throughout this community!

+1 

Moved to Accepted Forum

Have fun! PM me if you come across anything that you question.
I'm always around to help. You will be implemented soon.

Moved to Denied Forum

After reading your application I am sorry to tell you. That you have been...

Your metagaming and powergaming definitions were taken straight from wikipedia.
Please do not copy and paste definitions directly from other sights and use them in your application. 
I will also add that they are both incorrect. Please look for the right definition and use your own words to describe them. Don't forget your example too.

You have made your forth app, keep in mind the five app limit.
Message me with any questions please. I'm here to help the best I can.

You may reapply after 24 hours, good luck!

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After reading your application I have decided you will be...



You definition for powergaming is a little strange. As is most of the answers in the beginning.
 The second half lacks a bit of reason behind his motives on leaving to learn. 
Those are the only issues I have spotted. Improve the grammar in the questions and expand a little on your back story and you should be good to go.

Please send me a PM if you have any questions. You may reapply after 24 hours. Good luck!

Moved to Accepted Forum

After reading the application I have decided that you shall be...

Welcome bud. You should be implemented then you'll be good to go.
PM me any questions you carry on anything and I'll do my best to help.
Have a good one!

Gavin looks at the offer and nods "Gitin' me a cook would be good fer tae 'ome..."

He then scribbles and posts the paper beside the note. The print looks incredibly neat.

"If one would provide good food, I could provide with quartering and mina. Amount could be determined through a more personal meeting if you send bird for Storms Crossing."

He nods once more and saunters off.

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