Out-Of-Character
Minecraft Account Name:
booshenator
How old are you?:
19
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Pacific/USA
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes as it is my first language
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
A biologist in college full time, I thoroughly enjoy the life of the great outdoors as well as indoors.
An avid gamer of many disciplines, I enjoy the thrill of Role play elements in-game. Living in the Pacific Northwest I have had countless hours honing my skills in the likes of Starcraft and KOTOR and
have continued this passion into Minecraft.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
On a biweekly standard most likely 10-20 hours. I shall be grouping with others already established.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:
Roleplaying is way for one to experience what is existentially impossible with the mind. As is my favorite in such matters, battle becomes legendary with only the scope of imagination holding it back. In not only battle, I have come to crave the art of building in game and the intricacy allowed there-in.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:
Been involved in several online communities devoted to complex roleplaying to bring about the best possible experience in a fantasy environment. I find it quite enjoyable to be in character as I converse with others.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:
The discerning information outside of the game that allows for one to do things otherwise taking hours which with such information would then take minutes. IE: able to pinpoint diamond from map code.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:
The practice of farming for any and all defining items so that in the shortest amount of time one can become powerful.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
A rich community of like-minded individuals set on the exploration and experience of the game world with as detailed lore as possible.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
Kingdoms, which I did enjoy yet inactivity caused me to stop playing since nothing to do.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes and I agree with the philosophy fully.
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:
Yes
How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?:
Referred by Xlockeed.
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:
No.
In-Character:
Character Name:
Braga DeadKliff
What Race are you?:
Human
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):
None, Yet some part of him was ripped away in the transition of his soul. Yet possibly forcefully broken into him something new.
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.):
Age 31 before the twisting of his being, Deadkliff was an accomplished warrior for a once regal house. When on a quest set forth to him from his liege, he fell through a weak span of gravel where he found his doom.
Remembering only the shrieks of battle and the seering pain of his torn flesh by a horde of unseen enemies, Deadkliff fought for his life in the caverns of the underground for days as he became ever more lost amongst the rock and his enemies. Sensing his mortality, Deadkliff was driven into the deep lands of unknown territories trekked by man nor beast of his banner. As he clawed amongst the broken rock of long forgotten mining tunnels of a long dead people, he felt as his very armor became flesh, his mind hone, and body restored. Seeing this as a possible respite from his horrors, the truth was far from the happiness of respite he longed for and to monstrous for his sanity to bear.
As he turned a final corner in the darkness of the caverns, he found the pain of a claw piercing his heart. A pain that he would forever remember as his last true emotion. Falling to a knee in the dark, a voice amongst the ether spoke his name, "STAND BRAGA DEADKLIFF! TAKE THINE SWORD IN HAND AND RELINQUISH ALL BONDS OF FRAILTY AND JOIN THE RANKS OF THINE ARMIES!" struck with the haze of death, Deadkliff broke through the legion of his enemy and fell into a grand river of water and lava.
caring no more of his body, Deadkliff felt a longing for the cold embrace of death to finally take him as he closed his eyes to the world of pain and death now his only reality. Yet after some time between death and life, Deadkliff felt a peculiar warmth unfelt in his entire existence. Awaking to only blood red rock and fire, he thought himself on the shores of hell itself. Sword in hand, he resolved to find a true death the voice of resolve would be proud of. Venturing for a seemingly impossible span of time for a mortal man to accomplish, Deadkliff found no enemy able to best him at the art of war. None could stand to his grim resolve of victory forgotten and death embraced. Caring not for his body no longer, Braga Deadkliff was no more a man. Rather a roving monster of festering rage and battle with a thirst for war unsuited to death.
Finding this realm unfitting for his glorious death to be realized, Deadkliff ventured deep into the strongholds of living fire and monstrosity once living. As he drove himself deeper into such vast fortresses, he came upon odd rocks of indomitable strength and color of blackest night. Compelled at his very core to form these into monoliths of unknown design, Deadkliff felt only at the end of this new quest would he become able to die in glorious conflict in the snarling war of true legend.
Finally at the seventh of his constructs did he feel accomplished in the task and his hellish liege of rage pleased. Thus the word of power was struck upon this monolith of frozen fire and a portal opened. dumbfounded by such a feat, the last shred of sanity so jealously kept by Deadkliff was renewed, he stepped forth and was thrust back into the realities of what he once called home. Yet the cruel reality of time shown itself immediately, all he had known was but dust upon the winds of time.
All he had ever striven to protect, held as friend and lover was gone. Shattered to his core, Braga Deadkliff was no longer a soldier nor emissary of death, he was an unshaped man. The perfectly conditioned weapon of change Aegis required for growth into a new and chaotic age or slip into his own nonexistence in the void. Only the dust in the winds of time would tell.
Relinquishing all bonds to honor, Braga sees no need for such pleasantries as trade or diplomacy. Not without his times of levity, Braga knows the irony of all frailty, and can be seen on the fields of battle chuckling as he removes the idea of life from those believing that armor can keep a honed blade from removing one's head from the shoulders of a steel clad body.
Yet this battle thirst is not all that is Braga Deadkliff, rather only a facet of the whole. With his experience in the wastes of the "Nether" as he has learned to call it, Braga is an avid architect of massive monoliths to the grand celestial bodies of the sky and the deep dark heart of the realm. Fierce and uncompromising, aggressive and brutish are not all that etch the face of Deadkliff. They simply are the last things an enemy sees before the gleam of his steel and the roar of death on the wind.
What are your Character's ambitions?:
To remove the heads of all those that would think themselves immortal and place them upon the eternal throne they once sat upon.
To construct the glorious temples he is compelled by the unknown god of resolve does require of him.
And to laugh in the face of death as it cleaves his smiling head from his shoulders in glorious combat.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):
Stone sword, nothing quite insults a commander of any race as being cleaved limb from limb by the most rudimentary of survival tools.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?
The art of war, constructing, and scathing humor only won through the conflict of a once damned soul.
A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, click here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/51343-how-to-obtain-your-skin-screenshot/):
Other Information about your Character:
Armor seered into his very being. Trade skills are nil, and only changes his mood depending on time of limb.
Open-Response-Questions
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?
Deadkliff would first speak with the bandits in the clothes of a meager adventurer and ask if the hafling has wronged them, whilst they either lie or tell truths, Braga would brandish his meager stone sword. As they continue in thought he would then fit his armor of choosing and tell them he had a small stack of iron he is willing to trade. Depending on reaction, the bandits will have three paths to the grave;
1) Fight with greed in their hearts and be cast asunder with new and improved respiratory access through the chest
2) Conspire to attack along the road and be dispatched with haste by the fellows of stone and wood. As Braga has learned a well placed arrow is nearly as good as his stone sword in the purging of fools
3) In their travels as they were not theives and were only travelers in need of conversation and not battle. Braga is only enjoying himself when the enemy deserves the blade of death.
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?
A simple and brisk no thank you and the continuance of Deadkliff's day. Otherwise if provoked the quick and smooth removal of the posh man's head from his pretty little robes.
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?:
All is to be used as is made by one's hand, the theft of derelict equipment is unneeded by Braga and therefore untouched. If unless the previous owner died in honorable battle, the iron bars would be taken as reward of dispatching a fool and the gold sword left to less battle hardened, and therefore weaker, warriors.
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?
A small conversation of goings on will commence possibly with reward for food or battle commencing as Braga does in his travels look weak. Graves or goods will be given, or no happenings shall transpire as Braga may simply walk deeper into the forest uncaring of the trading camp and their boring talk.
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?:
Asks that he know the exact road's location and two things may transpire;
1) He is in a good mood and goes out to eliminate the bandits with the guards
2) He is in a bad mood and goes out with the guard to annihilate the bandits with extreme prejudice. Possibly with fire.
