Galendar

A Side Note: I am banned until tomorrow, Sunday March 15th. Read has given me express permission to post this application today so that I will be able to play on it Sunday when I am unbanned. Any issues regarding this can be taken to myself or Read respectively. Thanks!

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: -  Vekrus, account name will be changed soon after being unbanned.

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?:- Galendar_Aveere/o_Grant_o

Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes

You understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes

You understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes

In-Character Information

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

What’s your character called?: - Ostromir Isaac Vladovic

What race are they (and sub-race)?: -Human, Northerner

Human

What sex are they?: - Male

How old are they?: -  24

Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family: -

Little is known of his origins, but the young Ostromir spent his early years fighting in the Renatus-Oren wars before being ordered to chase after a Knight of Renatus into the far south. At sixteen the young Vladovic took a levy of forty men and a ship, heading south after the knight he has sworn to kill or die trying.

Upon his arrival on the distant islands, he found many smugglers, pirates, and spice traders. His target had taken notice that he was being tracked by the bear and had done his best to disguise himself as a simple spice merchant working in the small port city's southern docks. While this clever disguise succeeded at fooling the young bear for some time, his nose did not fail him as he sniffed out his prize which he finally took after four years of being away from home. The man put up little a fight as Ostromir took him by surprise before the knight's family, cutting his head off and sewing it to his crotch as a present to be left for his family's return.

Due to this... rash action... the city levy took up arms to hunt down this ruthless killer and force justice upon him for his crimes against the citizens of said city. Mutilation and murder were not tolerated in that city and it was a rare sight to find, but it did not stop a small war from breaking out. Ostromir rallied his forty banner men and took to a fortified manner within the noble districts and when the levy present in the city descended upon the house, they received nothing more than a swift defeat. Survivors spoke of how his men had fled the field and that bears had descended upon the field, slaughtering countless soldiers to cover the retreat of him. This earned the twenty year old Vladovic the nickname "The Black Bear".

Once in the port, he and his men quickly boarded their ship and took to the seas. No ship followed them for their losses had been too great and the city was in flames, the bear had taken what was asked of him at whatever cost necessary. The ship sailed for another year until it reached the southern wilds of Athera where it left Ostromir and his men before going to sail back up north. Oddly enough, the ship never reached it's destination due to what was believed to be a pirate attack. It mattered little to Ostromir now, though; he was home.

What are they like (personality)?: -

Cold, Ruthless, Hateful, Loyal, Quick to action

What are their ambitions?: -

To serve His Grace Duke Franz Vladovic until his last breath and any lord after .

Do they have any special skills?: -

Decent builder, Soldier, Smith, Enchanter

What are their weaknesses?: -

Loyal, quick to action, loves to fight, loves women, distant at times.

Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: -

6'6'', 200 lbs. He's well built for combat and has quite a fair bit of muscle. Ostrovik has dark black hair and tanned skin from his years at sea and in distant islands.

Anything else you want to say about them?: -

No

Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -

http://gyazo.com/0ab4863ead3c4d39eb0cc3b2b133ef75

A Side Note: I am banned until tomorrow, Sunday March 15th. Read has given me express permission to post this application today so that I will be able to play on it Sunday when I am unbanned. Any issues regarding this can be taken to myself or Read respectively. Thanks!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SSUQxGjZZ4

Word would reach the Black Bear of House Vladovic that his King had met a grizzly fate at the hands of the fools he had offered to assist. Human blood had been spilled defending these honor less and savage elves.

His levy surged forward with twice as much force towards the mainland of Athera, his banners waving in the wind.

"Here comes the boom."

Character Name: Ostrovik Isaac Vladovic I
Nicknames: "The Black", "The Black Bear"
Age :24
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Northerner
Status: Alive

Description
Height: 6'6''
Weight: 200 lbs
Body Type: Muscular and fit
Eyes: Dark Grey 
Hair: Dark Brown/Black
Skin: Tanned Caucasian 
Markings/Tattoos: He has a scar on his face and the tattoo of a bear on either shoulder as well as a claw mark tattoo across his back.
Health: Healthy
Personality: Cold, Ruthless, Hateful, Loyal, Quick to action
Inventory: A set of plate armor, a warhammer/greatsword/battleaxe, a shortsword, a shield, and some sort of ranged weaponry. 


Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral Evil
Deity*: Creator/Xan
Religion: The One True Faith
Alliance/Nation/Home: Humans-Kingdom of Oren- Castle Woldzmir
Job/Class: The Duke's Dog, Soldier
Profession(s): Smithing, fighting, enchanting
Special Skill(s): Decent builder
Flaw(s): Loyal, quick to action, loves to fight, loves women, distant at times.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: His own brutish form of imposing his strength upon others. He is like Sandor Clegane from GoT but he isn't ridiculously massive and definitely not as strong. 
Trained Weapon: Axes, Swords, Maces, Spears- Most likely if you name it, he can use it.
Favored Weapon: Warhammer, shortsword, and shield
Archery: Crossbow/Longbow

Biography
Parents:Rurik Vladovic
Siblings: Sieghart Vladovic, Sigmar Vladovic, Lucifer Vladovic, Rhoslyn Vladovic, Emma Vladovic, Franz Vladovic
Extended Family: Montfort, Carrion
Pet(s): War horse

History

Little is known of his origins, but the young Ostrovik spent his early years fighting in the Renatus-Oren wars before being ordered to chase after a Knight of Renatus into the far south. At sixteen the young Vladovic took a levy of forty men and a ship, heading south after the knight he has sworn to kill or die trying. 

Upon his arrival on the distant islands, he found many smugglers, pirates, and spice traders. His target had taken notice that he was being tracked by the bear and had done his best to disguise himself as a simple spice merchant working in the small port city's southern docks. While this clever disguise succeeded at fooling the young bear for some time, his nose did not fail him as he sniffed out his prize which he finally took after four years of being away from home. The man put up little a fight as Ostrovik took him by surprise before the knight's family, cutting his head off and sewing it to his crotch as a present to be left for his family's return. 

Due to this... rash action... the city levy took up arms to hunt down this ruthless killer and force justice upon him for his crimes against the citizens of said city. Mutilation and murder were not tolerated in that city and it was a rare sight to find, but it did not stop a small war from breaking out. Ostrovik rallied his forty banner men and took to a fortified manner within the noble districts and when the levy present in the city descended upon the house, they received nothing more than a swift defeat. Survivors spoke of how his men had fled the field and that bears had descended upon the field, slaughtering countless soldiers to cover the retreat of him. This earned the twenty year old Vladovic the nickname "The Black Bear".

Once in the port, he and his men quickly boarded their ship and took to the seas. No ship followed them for their losses had been too great and the city was in flames, the bear had taken what was asked of him at whatever cost necessary. The ship sailed for another year until it reached the southern wilds of Athera where it left Ostrovik and his men before going to sail back up north. Oddly enough, the ship never reached it's destination due to what was believed to be a pirate attack. It mattered little to Ostrovik now, though; he was home.

Artwork

The night was ever so silent on the far off seas of the realm in which Athera exists. A sleek black ship danced about in the storm sending men and supplies about the deck of the ship. It would be a long night, this was known by the crew, but they knew not when they would arrive at their destination.

    The following morning the storm has broke, as did a call from the crow's nest, "LAND AHEAD! ATHERA!" the young man would call. With that, some of the larger sails lowered as they glided by the quiet coastlines of the wilds before stopping on an old and tattered dock several hundred miles south from Orenian soil.

    From the ship came a small party of men donned in black and gold tabbards who lead the procession quickly. Following shortly behind them came the horsemen, banners raised high as they moved quickly on, a pitch black bear on a gold field being ever present overhead.

(Sorry, it's the best I could find q.q)

As the final man mounted the gang plank, all the soldiers fell deathly silent. His presence had not graced the continent in many years but he had finally returned from his quest. The beastly man descended the plank in his black plate and as he made landfall, his head turned north and arm rose in the same direction.

"We are going home." his voice growled in an authoritative manner before mounting his horse and moving on, flanked by his men.

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Username:

Galendar_Aveere

Skype:

Galendar.aveere

Testing experience:

I helped with all of nexus testing

How long have you played LOTC:

3 years

How familiar are you with our plugins (Nexus Craft, Claimable Regions, Professions):

Very

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Leowarrior talks like he knows about mogroka.... pshaw...

Aight take it easy

Vaktismo's lip curls upwards into a snarl, his fists clenching.

"ZHRECK DOM IZ DAH REX?!" he would boom upon being told by a young goblin of the Azog clan.

His dark eyes would dart about before he would raise a horn to his lips, blowing into it so as to assemble his brothers.

"AZOG! AZOG! AZOG! AZOG!"

Personally, I know I'm good at RP if I feel like rp'n at the time. I know I have a habit for being a troll but I go in and out of that.

You can RP but i'd hate to see you devote your time to this.

Time consuming and grinding in a circuitous fashion. +1, someone needs to do it and it certainly won't be me- just don't trace people's IP's.

Hail Vydra

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Shockingly enough I don't think i've seen warlord do much serious rp since he was last on the ET... what does that mean- I'm not sure...

-1? +1?

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"I can't say I really care if the dwarves live here, but I hate them... so I do."

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OK THAT'S FUCKED UP I JUST SAW THAT PICTURE A MINUTE AGO AND IT WAS BLUE AND BLACK.........

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Texture pack for that picture is horrific -1

Charles nods his head at the map. "I like"

((Really really good job austin, looks good d00d.))

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Wise choice, Jax.

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