Gathius di Silvari

Lord Baron Gathius di Silvari frowns, looking out on the freezing lands of Wallport a letter in his hand. He takes a deep breath breathing in the cold air. His hand cannot help but move to his temples where he begins to massage the headache from his mind. He was still recovering from the talks on the issue of Oren and its rebellion, talks that carried on for days and well into the nights. He opens the letter with aging fingers and begins to read with tired eyes. Upon finishing, he nods, the slightest hint of smile coming across his face before he sets the letter aside and with a sigh returned to the affairs at hand.

Gathius di Silvari frowns looking up at the stars. The journey was long and the night was young. A paper of quality make was pinned on a lamp post on that lonely road. What a strange place for a poster? His curiosity got the best of him and he read it pausing a moment at the familiar seal below. He had heard stray thoughts on de Rosaen. He did not know what possessed him but he had paper in the pack,  a high quality, thick paper with an calligraphic S on the back etched in. He sat there and wrote.

Dear de Rosaen family,  bearer of the Jeremiah rose,

I am Baron Gathius di Silvari of the Barony Wallport in the Kingdom of Herendul. Your plight speaks to me with a familiarity I remember fondly. I care not of the offers you have received and I cannot promise you offers of my own, though the possibility exists. I will however wish you to join my family in Wallport at my manor. I shall treat you to a feast. We can talk at length there.

Gathius di Silvari

Gathius leaves heading for the nearest town.

Gathius scratches his head while reading the note. He speaks out loud to himself, the frost of his surroundings quickly dispersing the noise and sending it to the heavens. "Hmm.. I can't believe this..." He looks up thinking about the times he's seen her and spoken with her. "Eh..Well.."

((It's over.))

Gathius di Silvari raises an eyebrow. "I suppose.."

So does this mean leaves don't explode and send you flying 100 blocks into the air and cause you to fall to your death?

Leaf "Surprises" knocking you 100 blocks in the air  to drop you to your death seems like a bit much. Coupled with waiting the amount of time for items to despawn before you can even attempt to find them. I rarely complain about things, but that's just ridiculous.

Fighter

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Name ((IC & OOC)):

IC: Gathius of House Silver

OOC: Gath_Stormer

Race: Human

Do ye abide by the rules?:: Yes

Gathius Valletta turns from his cousin, Adam, shaking his head, clearly shamed by such a careless waste of minas.

Gathius Valletta listens to the message as he pass. He thinks for a moment, nodding in acceptance.

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0

Name: Gathius (De) Valletta (Formerly Gathius di Silvari)

Surname/House: (De) Valletta

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Citizen Ship Class (A or B): A

 

Physical Description

Height: 6’4’’

Weight: 220 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark Brown, Graying

Skin Color/Shade: Tanned - White

Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None besides battle scars on his back and chest

 

Personal Information

Home Address (Leave blank if unknown):

Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Salvus -
Pending

Profession/Occupation: Merchant. Businessman, Blacksmith, Baron

 

Oath(s) of Loyalty

 

For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):

 
"I, Gathius (De) Valletta, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy
Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the
Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred
should I violate the law."

CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)):

"I, Gathius (De) Valletta (Gath_Stormer), hereby acknowledge and give my
consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High
Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has
the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make
it entirely upon my free will."

Gathius Valletta arrives at the Emperor's palace with a small smile sniffing the fresh air. It had been a long journey and he streched his legs wiping dust from the traveling clothes he suddenly realized were dirty and filled with hole, he had spent some time in the wilderness. He scratched his head wondering what to do with the laws of court running through his mind. He sighed as he reached into his pocket looking towards a market stall. He clutches nothing as the leather sling firmly attached to his back begins to cry. He quickly moves it revealing the small baby girl wrapped tight within. He works quickly calming her, reassuring her before she begins to drift back off to sleep. Swinging the sling back on his back he takes a deep breath gazing at the place with his pale blue eyes. He makes a silent prayer wiping more dust off his clothes. He takes another deep breath and enters.

The crowd and line is long and he takes his position among it. It is sometime before he is beckoned forward.

He bows low, his long beard touching the floor. "Your Imperial Majesty. It is a true honor to be before you. I regret not coming to you sooner and being incapable of coming to you sooner. I will attempt to make this as brief as possible. I believe my cousin spoke to you some time ago before the ships left for this land. In your boundless grace and wisdom you saw fit to rid me of the wrongful crimes of treason I was accused of due to the actions of another. My lands and my titles were restored to me. For this I thank you. My cousin mentioned you have promised I would have lands in this land. I come to you now to request such lands so I may re mend that which was broken. I also come to ask for a firmer decree that my family is in fact noble. As there are some that still refuse to believe it and as such my people are often assaulted with both words and arms.”

((Pending the writing of the citizenship papers and official nobility of the Holy Oren Empire form of course. I just need something finite to put.))

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: Gath_Stormer

How old are you?: 18

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central Standard Time/United States

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: (Assuming you don’t mean physical) I am a caring and helpful individual. If everyone around me is having fun then I am having fun. I do all I can be give good advice and work hard at whatever I intend to do.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can normally be on the server everyday whether that be for an hour or for the entire day continuously.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is wonderful. It gives one a chance to break free from their bodies and play as some sort of fantasy character swimming in their minds, whether this be a representation of them self or someone entirely different. Roleplaying allows a person to explore a vast world alien to Earth or maybe the same and play the part of anyone in that world. Possibilities are endless and the chance for exploring other worlds and other times are also endless.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: My first introduction into roleplaying was around when I was 6 when I used to watch mesmerized as my siblings roleplayed as their primary form of entertainment. At that time I didn’t know to call it roleplaying we were just playing our fantasy characters with each other. After a few years of that I began to roleplay on Warcraft 3, a real time strategy game, and hooked on it, I joined various roleplaying forums. To this day, I have DMed several roleplaying games and been a member of more still. I’ve roleplayed on various games and when I started playing minecraft I began to roleplay on that.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta Gaming is when a player uses the knowledge they hold themselves in order to benefit the character they are playing. If a player say, knows for a fact that a million gold pieces are located behind the 5th stone in the room they are in and there is no earthly way their character could possibly know that, but the player still has their character magically find it then that would be meta gaming.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: I typically call it godmodding. Godmodding is when a certain character does something nigh impossible or doesn’t give another player a chance to react. If Dave just appears magically behind someone when he was originally on the other side of the world then that is godmodding. If Dave kills Fred but Fred doesn’t have a chance to react then that is godmodding.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be large. I am excited to see a large number of people wanting to roleplay and available to roleplay in a realtime and minecraft setting. This is something I have never experienced and want to. I expect and hope it will be fun and an interesting and unique way to spend my time.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Massive Craft and Nation Craft. I left Massive Craft because of the general lack of substantial roleplaying and the unfriendly nature of the community. I am still happily involved with Nation Craft.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes

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?: A minecraft player named Semperosa and a friend of mine referred me to the site. He is Semperosa on the LOTC forums.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: No

In-Character:

Character Name: Gathius (Gath) di Silvari

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) : Human

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

Northerner (On a side note though, he is as much of a Dwarf as any Human should be.)

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.):

Gath was born into a sub branch of the di Silvari family and since has grown to the age of 28. Dark hair compliments his dark eyes that are intelligent and somewhat mad. He was born a somewhat unimpressive and scrawny boy to a very human family residing in the north. Dark hair and dark eyes were an uncommon trait among his kin as they typically took after their father not their mother as he did and he was somewhat outcasted for it. Gath did not have to deal with this for very long because as a young child he was lost with little more than his name known to him.

It is not know why or how he was lost. Perhaps his family did not want him and cast him out to the wolves or he simply wandered off. Nonetheless, he was picked up by the most unlikely of companies. Dwarves. . . Yes, a quant family mad for generations but brilliant in their craft, the Stormer Clan. They raised him as their own in one of the great dwarven halls of all places.

Gath was raised a dwarf through and though. He was taught the art of mining, metal working, art, and war. By the time he was an adult by human standards he had grown much from his runty childhood. His body had tanned and his muscles grew to a dwarven size. He led a happy life and the Stormer Clan loved him. In fact, he had even retained that ever common mad spark that ran in the Stormer Clan line.

Atlas, a dwarven future was not for him. He had been well versed in the ways of the craft and the axe and even welcomed in as an honorary dwarf, but something still ate at his soul. Gath was a di Silvari. He packed his things and headed away from the halls never to see them again.

In the years that followed he took up the ways of a merchant and at the odd time even was a sell sword. He has made a living on the pockets of others learning a thing or two about greed and gold from the Stormer Clan. He is a hustler, a trader, and a rare thief. Regardless, he cannot stand for evil ways and does what he can to combat them. He will always be a far better trader or crafter than swordsman but he is a step above pushover. He is good natured and kind to friend and foe alike. He has a tendency to think irrationally or madly at times, but generally he can keep it together. He has been known to be greedy but does not shy from spending what is needed. His face is healthy and handsome and his size and girth is more dwarflike then anything.

What are your Character's ambitions?: Gath’s ambitions are larger than he could possibly achieve unless luck is on his side of course. He dreams of having his pockets endless and overflowing with treasures of all sorts. If he could have anything it would be grand halls with beauty and strength rivaling Mount Ire. He wants a thriving enterprise of trade and would be overwhelmed with joy if he could secure his own quarry.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A pickaxe is Gathius di Silvari’s favorite tool. He loves being underground and chipping away at rock and precious metal alike. Pickaxes allow for crafting, his one true skill. However, he does carry a sword and does not shy away from using it.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Gath’s most skilled talent is crafting and mining. He is quite charismatic and know the ins and outs of trade. He is a decent warrior. He would be just fine if all he could do was hustle or create.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ):

Other Information about your Character:

Open-Response-Questions

Each and every question must be answered with a minimum of a single full paragraph and entirely in RP.

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? Gathius di Silvari was still fresh and bloated from the over generosity of the occupants of the Cloud Temple. The woods were lovely and Gath could barely hear the screams of a young halfling over the birds as the halfling was being harassed by two armed warriors. He quickly took cover in the nearby growth and accessed the situation. Afterall, he was not raised a fool. The odds are against him and his sword arm is sluggish from the pampering of the Cloud Temple. He stays covered and watches as the two warriors liberate the halfling’s valuables and move on down the road. Another day or another mind set might of brought a different reaction, but at that moment, he was all for self-preservation. He down casts his eyes and rests a single minas in the halfling’s hand and continues down the path.

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? Gath smiles. The sun beat down above at a noonday height as Gathius trudged through the streets of Alras alone. Tucked in an alley was a small stall and a well dressed man that bid him enter and browse. Gath, always up for a quick trade or a chance to barter, obliged. His calculating eyes browse over the merchant’s goods. Gath had never paid full price for a good in his entire life. Gath picks up various objects observing the skill of their respective crafters. There is not much as was to be expected from such a small stall just the little odds and ends, daggers passed off as magical, and brass passed as gold. He passes by without much conversation. It take a lot for his to spend his hard earned minas.

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?: It is not everyday that one comes upon an abandoned hut/ Gath approaches slowly moving around the leaves as not to disturb anything that might be inside. Gath peers in the window and grins. What luck to find such value, a few iron bars and a golden sword, in such in such an unlikely place, unguarded to. It takes little effort to pry open the door and shove the items into his pack. The bars are crudely made and the sword is nothing special, but they are free nonetheless. He continues on his way while the sun still leads him whistling to his fortune.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Damn wolves is all Gath can think of as he stumbles into the clearing and the trading camp starved and lost. It is a welcome sight and with a smooth tongue Gath can secure a bed for the night and a full belly maybe even a map. Traders and travelers are normally welcoming. He spends and day and well into the night playing games of chance and gazing over the merchant’s good as well as having them look at his. He leaves in the morning with a direction to travel in, a renewed pocket and pack, and a few new acquaintances.

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?: Gath never shy’s from a little extra coin. Gath willingly offers his support and receives his pay. The guards, he, and the rest of the party descend upon the bandit camp. The bandits are quickly killed or captured by the party of warriors. He loots the bodies and takes whatever they have whether it is stolen or not, as long as the others are not looking. He even comes back to the site after the guards leave for a closer look. His pockets swell.

Anything else you would like to say?: Even from the dynmap the world looks beautiful and huge. I cannot wait to be able to explore it and take part in it. Also in regards to the bio the Stormer Clan isn’t meant to step on any lore. The Stormer Clan is just an unimportant unknown Dwarven Clan.