Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: prodofpersia Alternate Account Name: merrell217 How old are you?: I am 14 years old Time-Zone: EST - Eastern Standard Time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, understood, and agreed to the rules. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played on A'therys Ascended, a role-playing server with classes and nations. I have also played on Massivecraft, another role-playing server with factions and races, such as vampires. Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Role-playing is when one character, or a group of characters, act as a character they have made and interact with each other.
Meta-gaming: This is using information that you don't know to your advantage before anyone tells you it. One example is if you knew a characters past before you met them. This is not allowed.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using actions or words that ruin the story and does not allow any other actions from other characters. One example is saying: "Jimmy and James push prodofpersia off the roof, paralyzing him from the neck down". This ruins role-play and is not allowed.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Damian Hale Current Age: 19 Race: Human Sub-race (if any): Northener Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Childhood:
I was born in the mighty capital of Kingston; a booming town with much life. We had a normal sized house, made of mahogany, with a normal sized yard. We were not poor, but we were not rich. I was born to my father; a 6'1", strong and able man, and my mother; a beautiful, 5'7" (as my dad says) woman with long flowing brown hair, though I do not remember my mother much. For the first few days after my birth, I did not talk; I was completely silent. My father still remembers "We were so worried about you, Damian. We thought you wouldn't make it." The doctor said this was weird, because northerners were normally born very light skinned (I was tan) and were noisy little babies. Luckily, I made it; but someone else in my family didn't.
Two years after my birth, my mother was diagnosed with an awful infection caused by my birth. One of the only things I can remember from that time was every night, I would hear my father weeping in bed, while my mother remained in the hospital. Now, I think of how horrible that would of been for both my poor parents. We rarely visited my mother, due to the constant care and "protection" she needed, as the doctors said.
On that day, there was no love flowing throughout the Hale household. It was raining; a typical sad day, and that morning we received the news about my frail mother. She had passed away, "A peaceful death" as the doctor said; but I know she would have rather been with us for her last moments. Again, I do not remember much about my mother, so I do not have trouble talking about her and talking about her death; it sounds ungrateful, but its the truth.
Teen Years
During my teenage years, I was still living in the capital Kingston, and I was still living in my mahogany home. Right as I turned 14 years of age, I began to take Swords Skills classes; to my much excitement, but to my fathers much dread. He was a priest, and he taught children my age wanting to become priest's of themselves. He always warned me "Damian, weapons and fighting are used in the wrong way. You may think you're learning good skills, but it will turn back around on you." I told my him "Father, these are good skills to learn, for defense and for defending my town. I will be fine."
Soon enough, I became the best in my class. Every day, we would puncture the drooping dummies over, and over; we would slash broken rocks over, and over; we would run laps around the town, making our legs sore for days. I wondered "When would I ever use these? I haven't had to yet, maybe my father is right." I kept my fighting knowledge stored in my head and bones, while I used my prayer knowledge every night before bed. Truthfully, I thought prayers were useless at that time; I thought words didn't mean anything, and it was easier to just act. Nonetheless, I always said my nightly prayers, just to please my worried father.
As I had been waiting for a long time, my fighting skills were being used. Much to my fathers distress, I was selected to become a member of the Kingston Soldiers, fighting for what I believe is right. As expected, my father warned me numerous times of not joining; "Prayers are much stronger than fighting, son. Fighting causes death, prayers cause hope." But my dads wisdom lead my mind nowhere; I was born to be a fighter.
Modern Days:
As I grow older and more wise, I realize my dad had taught me very much. These "useless" prayers I had learned from my dad, I use every day, in many different situations. For death, anger, sorrow, and just to feel better, I pray with one of the many prayers I had learned. I am fit to be a priest; and my dad would be proud if I choose that path; but the surge of fighting runs through my veins more than ever before; and I still wish I had never been taught about peace, because that makes it hard to do anything I desire to do.
Ambitions for the Future: I wish to find a nice settlement to call home, and I wish to join that settlements army. I hope I can become respected in that settlement, weather it for fighting, being wise, or praying. I hope to become a high position in that community, such as the High Priest or the Military Leader. I also wish to return to my father for some time, and stay with him for some of his last years alive.
Personality: I am very loud; I love talking, and I won't stop until I am forced to. I tell stories, close situations, and many more experiences I have had. I like to be up in the ranks; not a peasant, a Leader; I feel that I am made to be a leader. Even in dark times, my eyes always flare with something; be it rage, sorrow, glee, or anger; my eyes and my body are always burning with something. I like educating people about myself and my skills; I feel as if people can learn from me.
Skills: I am very good at blessings, I am a very skilled swordsman, I am built and strong, I have good reaction time
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): I am a young, strong male who is well built. I weigh 190 pounds, and I am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I have medium length brown hair, and I am tan to the skin. My eyes are brown, and I wear a long cloak to conceal my identity, until I feel safe.
Link to my skin: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/assassin-2054319/
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Even though I did not know my mother, I still regret not ever knowing her and loving her. I do not tolerate racism toward any race, even if they have done harm to me, and will take that matter to the sword if I have to.
