[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Volgarenthor
How old are you?: 25
Time-Zone: MST -7 (Mountain Time Zone, United States)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Honestly, most of my extended Role-playing has been between clans and hierarchys of my own past servers. Most of my public Role-playing, hails from a long gone Minecraft RP server known as KingdomsMC, also known as Kingdomsmc.com. My role there started off as an outcast demon spawn who had been traveling through alternate realitys and universe's in search of the only other Daedric Wartifact, known as Shor'Lon, the TImesplitter, which would grant the bearer the ability to freely move in and out of time and space under his own will and without the need to gather massive quantitys of energy to do so. As my story progressed, it drew in the characters and lords of the surrounding lands, all un-suspecting of my true intent as the March of the Shadow Bearer engulfed the realm into a all out clan versus clan war. It ended with the destruction of the kingdom that took me in from the wilderness, and the birth of a world renowned mercenary faction known as the Obsidian Arrow, with which I was a triumverate ruler, and head architect.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: In the final days of KingdomsMC, many of the people i had made friends with, had spoken highly of the quality RP experience Lord of the Craft provided. It was always my intention to file an application here, get accepted, and possibly even continue my Demonlord's plot as an outcast villain. However, since the subsequent death of KingdomsMC, where I had been promoted to the position as Admin three weeks after joining, several of my prior staff members from a long dead server, asked for ourselves to start a new one of our own. Thus, Aegis Gaming Network was born. I have spent the last 11 months nourishing and growing my own gaming network, and now with a staff of over 80 members, and a solid and backing community, I wish to relax a bit from my rigorous duties, and once again role-play. Hopefully with people that I once role-played with..
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I shall to the best of my ability follow the humans lore, and hopefully, create some of my own when the time comes. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To me, Role-Playing is the act of total immersion into the personna of a character of the players choosing. To role-play, isnt something as simple as just dawning a mask, and speaking or typing with the willful intent to act outside your normal behavior. To me, it is the complete and total immersion into a character, whereas you would design the character, their emotions, their story and nuances of their character and way of speaking.
Meta-gaming: Simply put, Meta-Gaming is the act of using outside means against an in-character event or rival. The act of Meta-Gaming ranges from acts as simple as sending an email with locations and battle plans of an enemy clan, all the way up to voice chatting and giving away real time information and movements of said enemy clan or guild.
Power-emoting: Power emoting describes the actions and personal events of an in-game character, that are impossible to avoid or counter. Players will often power-emote the death of a rival or enemy character to push the boundarys of their own personal storyline in the direction they desire. This causes many problems, because it defines the story and plot of a total stranger or player without their consent, and often leads to OOC arguments, and if serious, sometimes banishment or probation of playing for both parties. Power-emoting is a disease that affects us all. The best way to counter it, is to not do it at all. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Volgarenthor. Often referred to as 'The Architect' or 'The Stonemason'
Current Age: 65 an 1/4th years old.
Sub-race (if any): Fundamentally Human.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): This story starts off just like almost every other; with a small boy, and a loving father. Volgarenthor was born into a peasant class family of five, which consisted of three boys, a mother and father. The mother's name was Danielle, and the fathers name was Paul. The brother's, who shall remain nameless, were exactly that to Volgarenthor. They were hostile, teasing, and delightfully evil to their younger brother.
As time passed, and so did the age, Volgarenthor took on the trade and teachings of his father Richard, that of a stonemason and carpenter. Volgarenthors father was reveered amongst his kin and brethren as one of the most skilled stonemasons, and held the title of High Mason within their order. As time passed, and volgarenthor and his father worked together, word spread of their prowess together as stonemasons and carpenters. One day, word had returned to them, of the king of the realm wishing to have an audience with them, so that they may come to some sort of mutual agreement on the design and construction of their royal garden.
Richard was very pleased, and his exhuberance overflowed into Volgarenthor aswell. They agreed to meet with the king and hear his proposal. The father and son stonemason team traveled to the kingdoms capital, of Verron, where they were escorted by the kings royal guard into the depths of the palace. Volgarenthor and his father, were stunned by the beauty of the castles interior, and walked almost aimlessly behind the guards as they were led into the kings main audience chamber.
As the two entered the audience chamber, they could see the king and his queen positioned directly on the center of their respective thrones at the head of the chambers main hall. Father, with son in tow, approached the king and bowed with respect and dignity tot he king and his queen. These are the words that followed:
King: "Welcome, welcome, Richard and son Volgarenthor. My queen and I have heard numerous storys and tellings of your skill and crafting quality. It is our intention to, acquire your services in our effort to expand the castles royal garden. Currently; it feels a bit old age for my tastes, and my queen agrees."
Queen: "Indeed, perhaps your skills are suited to the task for which we have so tirelessly sought the skills of others, only to be unimpressed with at a later date."
Richard: "It would be my honor to serve your magesty and his queen in this endeavor. Please allow me to introduce my son, as he is my younger, much stronger half. Volgarenthor, come hither. Your magesty, this is my son, Volgarenthor."
As his father introduced him to the king, he could feel the penetrating gaze of the king and queen, boring holes directly into his forehead, almost as if to set him on fire.
Volgarenthor: "It is an honor to be in your service, my lord."
King: "Indeed...."
Queen: "My dear king, the stonemasons must be tired from their journey here, please send for a servant to direct them to their quarters. They may begin their work tomorrow after they have had plenty of rest and food to eat."
King: "Yes, yes, indeed. GUARD!! Direct these men to their quarters, and bring them anything they ask. Also send word to the kitchen to bring them up dinner and wine."
Guard: "Yes my lord."
The night passed uneventfully. Volgarenthor and his father Richard, sat in their quarters quietly for most of the night, pouring over design ideas and new forms of architecture that the king and queen have probably never heard of. They thought, and often spoke of the odd architecture that had primarily made up the castle, and most of its kingdoms capital. The two of them, eat the dinner that was brought to them, and then peacefully doze off into the night awaiting the approaching dawn.
The next morning, the two, already awake were sent for by the king and queen, who were currently outside in the royal garden. Both father and son, were escorted to the garden, where they spent half a day chatting and talking with the king and queen about ideas for the garden. The day was fast approaching dusk, and they had concluded their design ideas, and settled on a project direction. The next 3 months saw the father and son stonemason team through the project, until one evening....
Volgarenthor and Richard were asleep in their quarters after a long hard days work. They had come upon a unforseen detour, that was brought about by the queen herself. She had asked them earlier in the day, if they could carve and erect a statue of a beautiful maiden in the center of the gardens square. Naturally, they agreed to the change, but they were troubled by the fact, that they would now need to find a beautiful maiden to model for them as they chiseled the statue. They spoke about it for hours, with Volgarenthors father Richard often getting angry about having to now find a maiden with the most beautiful complextion and form to stand still for numerous days, while they stared at her. Richard was not pleased, and so they decided to sleep and deal with it tomorrow.
While Volgarenthor was sleeping, he had a dream, a dream that he was in an ancient forest, walking blindly into the mist. As he walked on, he stumbled upon a path that wound through the tall massive trees of the forest. What seemed like forever, became only a few moments and he wandered into a clearing in the forest, surrounded by a stream of water trickling into the forests lush undergrowth. And there she was, standing almost naked, combing her perfect long and blonde hair down around her sides. She turned around momentarily, almost as if she knew he would be coming. Legs bent, back arched ever so slightly, and arms wrapped around her body and encompassing the length of her thighs, she smiled. As she did, the wind blew softly in the misty mornings dew, and her hair blew up a bit. And then that was it.
Volgarenthor awoke, covered in sweat and shaking, not knowing what he had just saw in his dream, but the image felt almost real and he could still feel the misty dew and its coldness numbing his cheek. Determined to not let this vision go, he arose from his bed during the peak of twilight, and began to sketch the woman he saw in his dream on a piece of parchment under the candlelight. Richard awoke from his slumber, questioning Volgarenthors reasoning for being up so late. When asked, Volgarenthor simple muttered to himself in a panicked frenzy. Started, Richard heaved himself upright and out of his bed, only to stumble over to the desk where Volgarenthor was methodically sketching the image of the beautiful maiden. After that, Richard could not take his eyes off of the parchment, and stood there in the dimly lit candlelight until Volgarenthor had finished.
Richard: "She....she...."
Volgarenthor: "Shes perfect; this will do."
The next morning, they recieved word that the king had gone hunting, and that the queen had stayed behind to oversee the final phase of construction in the garden. Richard, going off of the relative size of most woman of this particular beauty, ordered the laborers to bring up the required amount of stone so that they could start chiseling the form of the beautiful maiden from Volgarenthors dream. The days rolled on, two days, three days, four days. The king had still not returned, but the stonemasons continued to carve out the form of the maiden from Volgarenthors dream. And then, 5 days later, they finished...
The following day, they asked the queen to come and inspect the work she had asked of them. As the queen approached, she began to stumble and walk slowly. She ambled around the statue, in awe of the beauty they were able to capture. But, her awe, quickly turned to hatred as she realized that the statue was even more beautiful than her. She was seething, shaking with anger, and she snapped!
Queen: GUARDS!!! Take these men to the dungeon now and lock them up! Do not let them out for anything!
Startled, Richard drew forth a mason hammer and swung wildly, screaming to Volgarenthor to run and not to stop. As he turned to run through the garden, he heard his father yell in pain as a guard ran him through with a spear. Volgarenthor screamed in anguish and took off back towards the guard and his father. On the way, he picked up a shovel and swung it overhead bearing in on the guard. The guard, startled, reflectively brought up his spear to block the shovel from hitting him, but his movement only glanced the shovels momentum; and instead of the shovel thumping heartily on the guards head, it spun in Volgarenthors hand and split the head of the guard from cap to neck.
Volgarenthor was mortified. He had just killed a man in self defense. The guard, with a shovel firmly locked handle midway into his skull, slumped to the ground. As he did, the handle of the shovel got stuck on a stone footstep in the gardens walking path, and dislodged itself promptly spraying blood all over his face and chest. The queen, absolutely terrified, screams for the guards to kill them! He sprints away at breakneck speeds to get out of the garden as fast as possible, but hes too late. The garden is surrounded and he is trapped in the center area surrounding the maidens statue.
As Volgarenthor backs up from the surrounding guards, he comes into contact with the statue he and his father crafted. With nowhere to run, hide, or defend, Volgarenthor picks up a stonemasons hammer and hurls it at the mockery of a queen. It flys faster than an arrow, and hits the queen in her face square in the mouth. The resulting blow broke her neck and killed her on the spot. The guards, enraged, let loose with their spears, most of which plunged deep into the chest and stomach of Volgarenthor.
Mortally wounded, feels his heart begin to cease. He falls over in a heap of flowing blood, spears protruding from his chest both forwards and backwards. His gaze leans ever so slightly to the left, and he can see his fathers eyes meeting his, glazing over and receeding into darkness. With a tear ever so soft, he looks to the sky as the tear rolls down his cheek, looking into the misty cloud of white and sunshine. He begins to close his eyes, and hope for the end to meet him quickly. But it doesnt.
The maiden from his dreams, leans down over him, smiling. She lifts him up, and he is once again in the clearing surrounded by tall forest trees clouded in mist. She carries him to the middle of the glade, and lays him down softly, stroking his brown tussle of hair. Resting her head next to his, she stares into his eyes for a good long moment, and he does the same. His life, flashing before his eyes, the maiden speaks:
Maiden: "You who have captured my image, and inserted me into reality. I thank you. Because of you, men of this era may now know peace and love through my undying compassion."
She leans in close, and kisses him softly on the lips. They both smile as he begins to fade.
Maiden: "Take this gift. A token of my appreciation for your beautiful work, and go in peace..."
Smiling, Volgarenthors eye's close, and he feels a warming radiance envelop him. He felt himself drifting through the ebb and flow of existence. Eyes closed, and body unmoving, he felt at peace. The winds began to drift slowly over what felt like a warm field on a mid summers day. His hair began to sway and flutter gently and peacefully as he moved through what he thought was the end of it all. And then suddenly, he opened his eyes. He awoke amidst a field of tall grass, under a shady oak tree overlooking what appeared to be a busy port town.
Volgarenthor: "Am I dead..?" He asked himself.
He stood up, the brizzle of the grass rubbing against his hand startled him, because it felt real. He walked up to the base of the oak tree, and touched it. it felt real, the toughness and texture of the bark confirming his suspicions. He even had cloths on, and the spots where spears should have been protruding from his body, were non-existant. Genuinely freaked out, and full of questions, he began to walk down the hill towards the town in the distance.
He enters what appears to be a very lively town and walks up to a local Inn. As he walks in, he notices a few people stare at him, almost questioning who this man is. Taken aback, and genuinely confused, he walks up to the Inn Keeper and asks him a question.
Volgarenthor: "Where in the nine hells am I?"
Inn Keeper: Uhh, you are in Somerset sir...Can I offer you a room for the night?"
Volgarenthor: "Somerset? Where the hell is Somerset?! Whats the name of this realm? Where am I?"
Inn Keeper: "Oh, that be an easy one. You are in the realm of Asulon."
As Volgarenthor ponders the sheer chance of what has happened, it dawns on him that he may just be dead, and that he could just be dreaming. Perplexed and bothered by the other option, he speeds over to the Inn's bar, grabs a knife, and plunges it into his hand. He screams in pain as blood shoots out, and the barmaid faints behind the bar, crashing down on the floor with a great thud! Inn Keeper yelling behind him, he speeds off out of the bar, out of the town running as fast as he can, and into the afternoon wilderness...
Speeding into the forest, he slows down and comes upon a small brook, where he begins to tend to the knife wound on the palm of his hand. After he has managed to bandage himself up, he looks all around him, and finally up to the sky, almost as if to ask a question. But he never does; he just lowers his head, and begins to trudge off into the forest.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Discover the truth behind his life, and to make a name for himself in the realm of Asulon as one of its greatest and most proficient Architects. Personality:[/b] Volgarenthor is a profession driven, sometimes outspoken intelligent individual. Recent events have however caused him to question humanity, and life itself, and he has taken a more silent savant approach in his dealings with others. Even if he told anyone, no one would believe the story of his origin, and would most likely laugh at him and dismiss his story as ramblings of a mad man. He prefers to work with woods and stone, and carrys around a sketchbook of his architectural accomplishments wherever he goes, so that he may attain work from a local town or city based on his skill. He does not often stay long before or after his services are rendered, but that may change with the right price, and the right people should both of those terms ever seem to find themselves happening at the same time.
Skills:[/b] Volgarenthor is a Grand Master Architect, and has in his time built many beautiful and, what some would say, impossible structures. He also has a firm and masterful command over the profession of Carpentry, and has been known to craft some of the finest tools in the entire realm back in Verron. He has also been known to frequently dabble in husbandry and the raising of animals. Farming is one of his strong points aswell, since he was raised on a farm as a child.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Screenshot in Attachment.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]Not at this point in time. [b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] [i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i] ____ [b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b] Answer: Due to my not so healthy experience with nobleman and feudal lords in the past, I would make no attempt to stop the dark-clothed figure myself. If this man is skillful enough to evade capture and detection, then he must be very trained, and my sight of him without proof would only seek to engage me in a series of cat and mouse questions for which I have no desire to answer. However, I would atleast let a guard know that I have seen such a figure, and to be on the lookout for such a man. [b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b] Answer: After surveying the situation, if I found that the old man was in genuine danger, I would from the cover of a bush yell at the top of my lungs, "THIS IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD, WE ARE COMING IN AFTER YOU, YOU FOUL BANDITS." If that did not work, and they did not leave, I would attempt to gain the attention of the two bandits and lead them deep into the forest. At such a time that I have lost them, I would double back around and see if the old man was ok and in good health, and if so, promptly advise him to go inside and barricade his door. If he declines to listen to reason, I would then bid him farewell, and leave. I am not equipped to deal with two seasoned and well armed bandits. [b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b] Answer: His apples look very delicious. After examining the quality of his apples, I would then select no more than six, and no less than four of his finest apples. My offer, would be for a beautifully textured and decently sized Gold Nugget I have recently come into possession of while out mining. If he attempts to raise the price like a trickster, I would simply play coy, replace the apples from whence they came, and make like im walking away from his stall. When he calls out to me in a panic over the possibility of losing a sale, I would then gingerly walk back, offer him a this beautiful Gold Nugget for no less than seven apples. If he argues, i would walk away again, forcing him to agree with the trade for seven apples for my beautiful fak...(Hrmm, Hrmmm....*Clears throat*) REAL Gold Nugget, and then be on my way once our business has concluded.
