Dtrik

*nods to this poster but remembers all elves are edgies that know 15 subtypes of magic each that do not show any signs of fatigue when using their powergaming magic, shrugs not being effect by this*

*Pins a ripped strip of cloth and places another note* Scent Track Tunnel Mew Message Arrange ((pm me after understanding the message))

*A hooded figure hurries up to the board and pins a note* Does the black hand teach the dark arts? If so, I may sign up.

our Name: Chase Irongut Your Age: 134 Your Race: Dwarf Are you wishing to join the college as a Mage, or a Pilgrim?: Mage If joining as a mage, clarify on if you are currently skilled in the magical arts, or being taught by someone who is: Master of pyromancy, novice void translocationist, novice aeromancer, and novice arcane puppeteer. What affinity of magic are you skilled in? Pyromancy (( OOC: MC Name: Dtrik When did you join the server?: Sometime in 2013 If applying as a mage, link any currently approved MAs unless grandfathered: No more mas If applying as a mage, list your magic type and tier: Tier 4 Pyromancy Tier 1 Aeromancy Tier 1 Arcane Puppetry Tier 1 Void Translocationist ))

Interesting, would like to see where this leads to in the near future if it does get accepted.

Application OOC: MC Name: Dtrik Age: 14 Country: I'll give my continent. North America Timezone: I'll keep that a secret. Skype Name: Dougy98 Do you have Teamspeak?: nope How long have you been playing on the server?: On and off for about seven months How long you can you be online per day?: weekdays around 3 hours and weekends around 13 What past guilds have you been apart of?: Kal'Tahar Have you ever held a leadership role before?: Nothing I would officially call leadership. Do you have a VA? (What evils?): Yep, http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/101000-chase-fireaxe-iis-va/ (1a 1b 2a 2b 2c 5 5) RP: Name: Chase Fireaxe II Age:31 Race: Dwarf Past Experience in military and combat: Oi KELL DEM ZOMBEHS!!! What are your skills?: Chopping wood when I am doing nothing. What weapon do you prefer?: I prefer the axe but during hard times ((when i dont have a lot of resources on hand)) I use a sword. Why do you wish to join the Order?: I wish to not be a wonder anymore. What are some strength’s of yours?: I am a very tall dwarf. Most of my ideas are based around logic. Tell us more about yourself (Brief Biography): ((ill just give you the entire thing BAM)) Before I was born and in my early childhood my family experienced great poverty. They lived off the land and stole from houses and shops when things got really bad. They were lucky to see even the smallest portion of their harvest after giving what was due to the owner. Often times returning to steal a larger portion after the harvest was in. But when my mother became pregnant they knew they could not afford to feed three mouths this way and moved to a city in Oren. Shortly after their arrival in Oren I was born. But unlike most other babes I did not cry, but instead my small hands reached for something near by. A small hammer bringing it close to me, and this my parents saw as an omen of me being a warrior. Their hopes were in vain for they believed I was the mighty dwarf Dwain Irongut reborn, but they were wrong. I was more akin to his darker, more twisted brother, Heron. At the age of eight I began working with my father to make a living for my family in Oren. He had take a job as a blacksmith's apprentice and was often tasked with gathering wood for the forge. I loved the task of cutting wood because I was able to work without thinking. Swinging the axe my father gave me for hours on end chopping wood. This was where my weapon of choice came from. For from that early age I have always carried an axe with me. But this work in Oren was not enough to keep my family fed. So my father began to return to his old ways of stealing from others. He never practiced the art of pickpocketing, for as a dwarf his hands were large and much to awkward to reach into another's pocket unnoticed. But breaking and entering or lockpicking was easy for a dwarf skilled with his hands. So over time I began to learn these tricks from my dad. We never went during the day, and often times traveled many hours by night to reach a distant location for which we could break into. Though my father sometimes would break into a house, I preferred to pick the lock, the process being much quieter than my father's. Still being young and smaller hands lockpicking was easy for me to learn. The gentle probing of a lock and the scraping of the tumblers was almost too simple for my dwarven hands that were made for such a precise touch. After several years of going with my father I decided to try breaking into a house on my own. Slipping away after my parents had gone to sleep I found a nearby house and began picking the lock. Little did I know that word of the robberies had spread throughout the small villages of Oren to where I was staying I finally opened the lock. As the door swung open I was startled by the sight of an old man sitting in a chair by the fire, having dozed off while keeping guard over his house. I was backing towards the door to shut it when the man awoke with a start. Realizing that the man would be able to recognize me and put me in danger of being arrested by the guards I leapt at him swinging hard with my left hand. The blow caught the man off guard, still slightly shocked by sight of me in his doorway. From there I just went into a rage, anger at the man for having so much in his house compared to the meagerness of my upbringing, anger at his ability to live to an old age without fear of having enough to eat. My hand closed around the handle of the axe as I brought it out swinging wildly at the man. Several blows were glancing, but they did the trick. The man was driven to his knees at which point I leapt onto the man driving him to ground. As he struggled to push me off of him I took the axe pressing the shaft of it down against his windpipe crushing it and cutting off his air flow. He struggled against the attack, but already it was too late. He was weaker do to his age, wounded by the blade of the axe, and struggling to lift me off of him as his air flow and oxygen was slowly cut off. His flailing became more sporadic and desperate and as the last bit of life fled from him I felt hot tears streaming down my face. I sat there on the floor for several hours that night, reflecting on who I had become. I was shocked to find myself numb to the fact of killing the old man. But as time went on I realized that I had in fact been numb for a long time to the idea of others pain and suffering. As I had grown up my parents had told me stories of Dwain and his dark brother Heron. As my parents had told me these stories, hoping to fascinate me with the tales of the mighty Dwain, I was enthralled by the grasping for power that Heron had. I knew then that I had to leave my parents, so I pushed the old man's chair into the fire and placed some other items haphazardly around it so that it would catch the entire house on fire. I grabbed several possessions of the old man's and fled. I decided I would seek out the mysteries of Heron, how he had gained his power and trace the steps he had taken. So I started with the Elven city of Normandor. While I was there I propped the Elves knowledge of Dwain and Heron's struggles. Hoping that they held some secret that my parents had not known about. At night I would venture out to the shoreline villages, robbing travelers and houses by night. I took to a taste of killing, the second life I took was a young farmhand I caught sleeping alongside the road. I bound him and took my axe. Spending much of the night seeing how many cuts I could inflict on the poor soul before he died. Sadly it was only fifty seven. But I reveled in the knowledge. But as my search in Normandor produced less and less results I grew frustrated and left. Making my way to the lands of Oren. My time spent with the Elves had taken the edge off my crusty Dwarven accent and I searched for secrets that the humans held, eventually making my way to the wilds where I met Dalejin Kal'Tahar. It was with him that I found a chance to rise to power through service to the group of men he led.