TazeHD

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft account name?: Taaze

What timezone are you in?: GMT+10:30

How old are you?: 18

Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): I do indeed.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Have and do.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I agree with them all, Although the use of powergaming, Metagaming and god-roleplay is something I dislike a lot.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!):

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Word of mouth.

Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I reckon I had one quite awhile ago possibly on another account here, but no clue the name nor password or even past character.

Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Make sense, this does not.

Definitions

What is roleplaying?: Assuming the act of a fictional/nonfictional character and acting out their life.

What is metagaming?: Using outside information in character that they could not possibly know otherwise.

What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Forceful killing, Mutilation and otherwise other inflicting actions upon another character without permission.

In-Character Information

Character’s name: Thavir Bloodsong

Character’s sex: Male.

Character’s race: Woodelf.

Character’s age: 679

Biography :

Birth:
Within the forests amongst the trees of the woodland realm, two of elven kind sit waiting, One male, one female. though these two not peacefully do they sit... For out of fear and panic the two try best to keep themselves unseen, unheard and unknown. Though  not all can remain as silent as a rodent whilst delivering life. A loud shriek could be heard echoing throughout the trees as a young child of Elven blood is pushed from the woman into the arms of the male who kneels beside her. Why not in the bed of a warm home? why not amongst medical proffessionals you ask? This child would be seen as a montrosity throughout all their kind, only to be put to death by loved ones and family alike. for this child is the unwanted birth of the wealthy and the unwealthy. As the child is born, moments later a shadowy robed figure would appear from amongst the trees and in a rickety but kind voice would speak the words "Come, Come quickly now" with a pulling gesture of the hands. As the father walks the child to the robed figure and begins to hand him over, the mother would speak the words. "Thavir, Thavir Bloodsong".
Early Years:
it was the time where young  Thavir had reached the age of twenty, things were simple and easy. The shadowy robed figure who had once taken him in as a child was now known as Galfryk. An old Alchemist who lived within the forest in a small two story house. Though small and what seemd covered in overgrown flora had its own charm to it, and to Thavir was the most wonderful place he could come to connection with. The ambiance of nature at his door step, for all the eye could see. Often Thavir would venture out through the woods insearch of all things deep and dark or high and bright. For it be the adventure of knowledge and discovery that peaked the interest of Thavir. Though not just the discovery of physical things, but also from the knowledge found in the many, Many books of Galfryk. Though one of the many things that young Thavir came to enjoy most about his little home within the woods alongside the company of old Galfryk was the secluded nature of the place. For it was perfect to sit and rest in the sun without any distruption of any sort.
Teenage Years:
As young Thavir came to reach his teen years his adventures became more trecherous and perhaps lethally dangerous, thus the need for self defence became a neccessity for the young boy. As a gift, Galfryk had presented him with an ancient elven blade, from a long forgotten time, a blade of his own to wield and practice and give life to the blade that once was a trusted friend of Galfryk himself. Thavir took it upon himself to research into the old books of Galfryk to learn special fighting techniques and to practice and hone them in real life situations along side a more strenous physical training regime that Galfryk once used in his younger more agile days. Much to old Galfryks suprise the young Thavir came to be a very skilled swordsman, no doubt thanks to the training Galfryk had taken to giving and teaching Thavir. During the earlier years of Thavirs life he took great excitement in reading the books that filled the rooms of Galfryks home. And took quite a liking to the ones which stored knowledge of the Great tree lords and the Tree of souls. It was unknown to him but something sparked the great interest in the stories that were told within them. It was also a common thing of Thavir's to ask Galfryk of the histoy of his kind, The woodelves as it was something he took great pride in being part of and that it was who he was.
Present Years:
Many, many years had passed since Thavir had first came to live in the secluded Forest home he holds so dearly to his heart. Life had treated him well, and with many sad and trying times, in the end. his time here with Galfryk has and will always be something Thavir will carry with him very closely. but it was time for Thavir to venture on, and create his own journey and make his own mark on this world. After all, there was much to see and much to learn. and with the Training and care Galfryk had provided for him he was eternally greatful. Though wise old Galfryk would not dare allow Thavir to leave without one last gift, a parting gift. 
Galfryk approached Thavir holding a book, quite thick with a hard cover. The books cover had no title, just a plain almost wood like covering with a emerald gemston embeded right in the centre. "Thavir, there is much you do not know, and much you have to learn. That being who you are, who you will become and who you will meant in your endevours.... It was a wish of, your mothers that I keep this from you all these years Thavir, it is something you will have to embark on yourself, and only yourself." and with one final smirk of pride of Thavir, Galfryk would give Thavir a hearty hug and say the words. "it flows within your veins young Thavir, it FLOWS WITHIN YOU!" and with that, Everything went black.
Now:
Days, weeks, Years later? Thavir had awoken alone, in the forest no Galfryk, No home not a thing in sight. Could have this all been a wild dream? Was any of it real? It must have been, How could any imagine such things in vast details? 
Thavir felt something as he rolled over, The book with the hard wooden cover and green emerald embeded in the centure lay on the ground with a seemingly feint mystical glow. A note was attached to the book. it read.
"Thavir my dear boy, if you ever require me in a time of need, you will know where to find me. but for now, it is your own adventure you must set yourself upon." - Signed- Galfryk the Old.

And so Thavirs Story, Begins.....

Personality Traits:

Silver Tongue.
Humerous.
Confident.

Ambitions: Adventure, Wealth and knowledge.

Strengths/Talents: Swordsmanship and Acrobatics. Thavir is quite skilled with the sword and tends to flaunt it when he can.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Unlike most woodelves, Thavir isn't great with a bow and lacks most skill in archery.

Appearance:

Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Black.
Hair Style: long resting over shoulders.
Skin Color: Caucasian of colour, with a farmers Tan.
Clothing: Simple clothing, Fur, Leather, Cloth of make in most commonly brown of colour. Thavir is also know to wear silks and when aware of a combat situation has a light set of armour to offer some protection while still giving the ability to move with ease.
Height: 6ft.
Body Build: Muscular/athletic.

Skin: