OOC:
MC Name: VoiD__
Age: 16
Country: USA
Timezone: EST
Skype Name: wonderwhaie
Do you have Teamspeak?: Yes.
How long have you been playing on the server?: Since May this year.
How long you can you be online per day?: 1-2 hours on weekdays, up to 4 hours on weekends.
What past guilds have you been apart of?: None, really.
Have you ever held a leadership role before?: I was a lead administrator on a fairly popular RP server (averaging twenty to thirty people daily) for a year before it shut down. I've held administrator and moderator positions on roughly a dozen other servers as well, and I've been a creator and moderator of half a hundred FRP's.
Do you have a VA? (What evils?): Not yet, though I'm applying for 1ab and 2ac.
IC:
Name: Alden Wythe
Age: 21
Race: Human
Past Experience in military and combat: I've trained with a staff since I was a young child, though I have had no formal experience in military or combat.
What are your skills?: I'm fairly skilled with a staff, and my father was a farmer, so I've retained a good amount of his knowledge.
What weapon do you prefer?: The staff.
Why do you wish to join the Order?: I want to have a purpose, and I'm sick of the rampant corruption in Oren.
What are some strength’s of yours?: I'm a quick study, if I do say so myself. You can count on me as well; I'm reliable and loyal.
Tell us more about yourself: (told in third person)
Alden Wythe was born the son of a farmer. His father was quite the local celebrity for his excellent vineyard, whose grapes fetched the highest prices at the markets. Being the firstborn of the family, Alden was the first one to begin learning his father’s trade, and has retained much of his father’s expertise.
Alden’s father was also a master of the staff, though he never told Alden how he obtained his skills. An unusual weapon and an unusual master. Regardless, Alden was taught to use a staff from a very young age. Indeed, some of his earliest memories were from practicing with a staff. He would wake up early in the morning to go through the motions before starting the day as a farmer. He would practice after every meal, and once more before he went to bed. When the sun rose, Alden would do it all over again. It became a daily ritual, one that he has kept ever since.
When Alden turned fourteen, he was promised to another farmer’s daughter in their village. At first upset, Alden gradually became quite fond of her - Alice was her name - and they soon became inseparable. Before they both turned sixteen, however, Alden and Alice’s fathers had a falling out, and the betrothal was ended. They both were heartbroken, and on the day of Alden’s sixteenth nameday, Alice was found dead, of what was presumed suicide. Alden blamed his father, and fled the village in a rage.
Alden wandered from place to place after that, catching rides on more carriages and caravans than he could count. He visited dozens of towns and even more villages, often staying in the local inn or tavern. He became a hopeless drunk, opting to mourn for his beloved by drowning his grief in ale and wine. Alden survived on the money made through various odd jobs, of which most was used on his growing drinking addiction.
Despondent, Alden one day decided that he had to change things. He was tired of just getting by, only to sink deep into the cups by the end of the day. He wanted to do something important, something meaningful, something greater than himself. And so Alden began looking for a place where he could accomplish all these things, a place where he felt he could truly belong to.