phanaton

so I made an orc app, and posted it two days ago, and still havent had a reply, is two days normal for orc characters? or is it a possible bug with the website? ive had 21 views as well, and one of them was likely a whitelister, still ive had no replyu or movement to denied, or accepted sub-forums, and advice?

[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: phanaton How old are you?:16 Time-Zone:United States. West Coast time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: aye What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Skyrim, Uthrandir Minecraft server, World of Warcraft, Oblivion. Mass Effect 1, 2, and 3 How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I googled minecraft Roleplay servers, and saw you guys Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/92662-orc-phanaton/?hl=%2B[orc]+%2Bphanaton MC Forums link )) : http://www.minecraft...oleplay-server/ http://www.minecraft...oleplay-server/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): aye Have you read the Orcish lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: aye Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: A means by which a person intends to escape the real world by entering and creating their own world of fantasy of their making and experience it through action, effectively making their own story Meta-gaming: you're in pandaria and no one is there, so you go online to battle.net and look at a dynmap to see where a ton of people are converging, and then you go there even though your character would not have known that in reality Power-emoting:you are shot through the head with an arrow when you consented to fight, and act as if it did nothing despite it piercing all the way through, afterwards you claim it didnt work in the slightest way and had no effect what so ever even though it should've killed you In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Megar Thirkel'Lur Current Age: 43 Appearance: s1314.photobucket.com/user/phanaton/media/2013-07-17_225919_zps5f7b94e0.png.html Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): The tent was filled with the smell of acacia wood and almond burning in the fire in the center of the small tent. A leg of Jabbernack roasting over the fire, the fat sizzling as it fell into the fire with a satisfying pop. A loud but not deafening groan echoes through the tent, as an orcish woman gives birth to her son, the pain of many scorpion stings felt all over her body from the birth. She continues grunting and groaning for about three hours before the orc child is born with naught a cry sounding from it. The Orc Womans husband comes over trying to help her up but is waved off, the woman almost shouting "ger' off, ye' tink' eh' can'it move meh' sef, Bah! shove off, buh gimme da' kid, ah' wan' ta' look at is' face," she says as the husband grumbles and and carefully hand the baby to her, the woman once more speaking "es' nah scrawneh' fank God fer' dat, e' looks strongah' den uddahs' too, mebbe dats' me though' eh," she says a small smile tugging at her lips as she nurses the baby. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Megar stood in the arenas ring arms spread and legs wide, staring into the eys of his opponent, a large wolf with a thirst for blood looking back, growling and occasionally snarling as it paces. Megar, growls back and beats his chest in a 'Come On!' gesture, making taunting whimpers and barks, the wolfs eye getting wider and rage filling its eyes. Megar sneers, laughing, the wolf lunges at Megar, teeth bared and aimed for his throat, Megar tumbles to the ground the wolf digging its claws into his chest and trying to snap at his face. Megar snarls and Bites down on the wolfs snout, creating a few deep cuts that bleed lightly as the wolf disengages, batting its snout in pain, Megar makes taunting whimper sounds as he laughs. The wolf snarls and howls, Megar charging the wolf and wrapping his arms about its neck, tries with difficulty to wrestle the beast into a hold, Megar looks to the crowd and then to his mother, the woman shouting and swinging her fist, crying "Blood! Blood! Blood!" Megar smiles grabs the snout of the wolf. The wolf thrashes, its mouth held tight, as Megar swings the beast onto a sharp rock nearby, piercing it almost through as the beast howls and stops thrashing, its blood pools around it, Megar yells to the sky as the crowd cheers, banging on the bone wall separating them from the ring. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Megar yawned, leaning against an acacia tree, watching as the sun set painting the sands as if it were a sea of specks of dried blood. Megar thought of this day he had gone through, he had killed a jabbernack and made a nice pair of boots, pants, and cushioning for his lethal gauntlets insides. He had raided that abandoned ruin and killed the miserable hermit that lived there and brought a healthy chunk of loot back to his tent in the camp careful to give some to Krug as thanks for his strength. And he had beaten the local drunkard in a chugging contest by one drink, but Megar meditated most of all on the hermit he had killed, and the color of the sands. Megar yawned, thinking about how his life was and sighed, leaning all the way back and falling asleep, images of pillaging and destruction of human villages and cities playing through his head. Ambitions for the Future: He wants to be the best brawler in the world, He wants to eventually become a chieftain of his own clan, and he really wants to become the best hunter Personality: a unique orc in the way that he often makes sarcastic jokes about enemies, he also has a very strong love of his ale and grog, occasionally rum, he is courageous almost to the point of foolishness, he also has an obession with hunting the biggest game he can find, he is loyal to the point of preferring death before betrayal and sees those who manipulate and cheat as unworthy of living under the light of the sun. Tendencies: when fighting a superior foe or any foe for that matter, Megar will taunt them with sarcastic jokes about them, when Megar is happy he occasionally snorts as he laughs and tends to look down on anything smaller than him as inferior if it isnt an orc or beast Skills: An orc who has practiced hand to hand brawling most of his life, Megar can handle himself in a fight with another who isnt a skilled combatant, He has a knack for tracking down and trapping large animal prey, he has a very strong stomach for alchohol too, giving him a resistance to drunkedness through that means Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://s1314.photobucket.com/user/phanaton/media/2013-07-17_225919_zps5f7b94e0.png.html?sort=3&o=0 ::: Megar is a tall ten foot orc with light brown skin and yellowed teeth poking out in odd areas around his mouth, his eyes are green like cactus bark with thick brown eyebrows, he is bald out of his own choice and wears naught but a pair of lether shorts with a leather belt going from his waist to his left shoulder. Any other details you wish to share about your character: [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. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b] Answer: Megar lets him finish his sentence and then cracks his knuckles and neck smiling widely, "ye' er' needin' a bit' a' knockin' te get yer ead' on straight 'eh brudda' glob? And one o' dem' orcs dat' joins a humie ain' nuh friend o' mine," Megar says as he walks up. Megar looks the orc straight in the eye and grins widely throwing a fist at the orcs face, rubbing his hand for a few moments due to the pain of the punch. Megar laughs, grabbing the other orc on the shoulders and begins to grapple with him, the two orcs neither gaining or losing ground, the other orc swings his head at megar thumping him on the nose, then swings a shot at his kidney. Megar, coughs and growls, biting the orc on the nose, and with a heave struggles to throw the orc to the ground, but manages to throw him down, kicking him in the side as he lays on the street, Megar grabs his knees breathing heavily as he leans down. Megar spits into the side of the road and breathes heavily, walking off saying as he does so "savage wins, nah' stay down pushdug". [b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mi brudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder da Warbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b] Answer: "untin' pinkys? Ha! les' do' it den! been too long since I unted somefin' worth me' time, parti'larly treehuggahs." Megar says, checking his backpack to make sure hes stocked with food and drink. Megar is satisfied and replaces his backpack laughing at the thought of seeing the human run in fear from them. Megar looks to the other orcs and shouts as he pulls out an axe "whaddya' waitin' fer' den'? We's get' a hunt ta' do! Yaaah!" [b]3. As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent where a young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b] Answer: Megar smells the intoxicating meal and walks up, licking his lips and salivating slightly over it. smiling, he thanks the orc with a nod of his head rubbing his hands together as he takes a seat and pulls out a carving knife, cutting off the arm with a jagged back and forth motion. Megar grabs the barbecued arm and holds it like a kabob, tearing pieces off of it as he chews noisily rarely even coming up to breathe as he does. Megar then sighs, finishing the arm, belching loudly and tossing the bone behind him into the water, belching again, even louder. "das' gud' squeals' orky, thank ye', gots any treehugger?" Megar says, with another satisfied belch that smells deeply of halfling, a sickening stench to a non-orc.

[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: phanaton How old are you?:16 Time-Zone:United States. West Coast time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: aye What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Skyrim, Uthrandir Minecraft server, World of Warcraft, Oblivion. Mass Effect 1, 2, and 3 How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I googled minecraft Roleplay servers, and saw you guys Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none MC Forums link )) : http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/ http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): aye Have you read the Orcish lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: aye Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: A means by which a person intends to escape the real world by entering and creating their own world of fantasy of their making and experience it through action, effectively making their own story Meta-gaming: you're in pandaria and no one is there, so you go online to battle.net and look at a dynmap to see where a ton of people are converging, and then you go there even though your character would not have known that in reality Power-emoting:you are shot through the head with an arrow when you consented to fight, and act as if it did nothing despite it piercing all the way through, afterwards you claim it didnt work in the slightest way and had no effect what so ever even though it should've killed you In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Megar Thirkel'Lur Current Age: 43 Appearance: s1314.photobucket.com/user/phanaton/media/2013-07-17_225919_zps5f7b94e0.png.html Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): The tent was filled with the smell of acacia wood and almond burning in the fire in the center of the small tent. A leg of Jabbernack roasting over the fire, the fat sizzling as it fell into the fire with a satisfying pop. A loud but not deafening groan echoes through the tent, as an orcish woman gives birth to her son, the pain of many scorpion stings felt all over her body from the birth. She continues grunting and groaning for about three hours before the orc child is born with naught a cry sounding from it. The Orc Womans husband comes over trying to help her up but is waved off, the woman almost shouting "ger' off, ye' tink' eh' can'it move meh' sef, Bah! shove off, buh gimme da' kid, ah' wan' ta' look at is' face," she says as the husband grumbles and and carefully hand the baby to her, the woman once more speaking "es' nah scrawneh' fank God fer' dat, e' looks strongah' den uddahs' too, mebbe dats' me though' eh," she says a small smile tugging at her lips as she nurses the baby. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Megar stood in the arenas ring arms spread and legs wide, staring into the eys of his opponent, a large wolf with a thirst for blood looking back, growling and occasionally snarling as it paces. Megar, growls back and beats his chest in a 'Come On!' gesture, making taunting whimpers and barks, the wolfs eye getting wider and rage filling its eyes. Megar sneers, laughing, the wolf lunges at Megar, teeth bared and aimed for his throat, Megar tumbles to the ground the wolf digging its claws into his chest and trying to snap at his face. Megar snarls and Bites down on the wolfs snout, creating a few deep cuts that bleed lightly as the wolf disengages, batting its snout in pain, Megar makes taunting whimper sounds as he laughs. The wolf snarls and howls, Megar charging the wolf and wrapping his arms about its neck, wrestling the beast into a hold, Megar looks to the crowd and then to his mother, the woman shouting and swinging her fist, crying "Blood! Blood! Blood!" Megar smiles grabs the snout of the wolf. The wolf thrashes, its mouth held tight, as Megar swings the beast onto a sharp rock nearby, piercing it almost through as the beast howls and stops thrashing, its blood pools around it, Megar yells to the sky as the crowd cheers, banging on the bone wall separating them from the ring. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Megar yawned, leaning against an acacia tree, watching as the sun set painting the sands as if it were a sea of specks of dried blood. Megar thought of this day he had gone through, he had killed a jabbernack and made a nice pair of boots, pants, and cushioning for his lethal gauntlets insides. He had raided that abandoned ruin and killed the miserable hermit that lived there and brought a healthy chunk of loot back to his tent in the camp careful to give some to Krug as thanks for his strength. And he had beaten the local drunkard in a chugging contest by one drink, but Megar meditated most of all on the hermit he had killed, and the color of the sands. Megar yawned, thinking about how his life was and sighed, leaning all the way back and falling asleep, images of pillaging and destruction of human villages and cities playing through his head. Ambitions for the Future: He wants to be the best brawler in the world, He wants to eventually become a chieftain of his own clan, and he really wants to become the best hunter Personality: competitive and brave, Megar will often charge into situations where he is outnumbered or possibly outmatched, one who always wants to improve his skill in brawling, and one who is deeply dedicated to the continuation of his race as a whole and he likes to make beers and ales from animal blood. Skills:an amateur brawler at best always trying to improve his fighting prowess, he also has a fighting spirit that makes him most effective when hes competing against someone who may be stronger than him, he has good tracking and hunting skills also Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character: [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. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b] Answer: Megar lets him finish his sentence and then cracks his knuckles and neck smiling widely, "ye' er' needin' a bit' a' knockin' te get yer ead' on straight 'eh? And one o' dem' orcs dat' joins a humie ain' nuh friend o' mine, and anudder fing'" Megar says as he walks up, slamming the orc in the gut and slamming him to the ground hard enough to knock him down, Megar spits into the street and continues walking. [b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mi brudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder da Warbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b] Answer: "untin' pinkys? Ha! les' do' it den! been too long since I unted somefin' worth me' time. Megar says, walkin checking his backpack to make sure hes stocked up enough. Megar looks to the Goj of Krug and smiles widely, shouting "les' go untin' eh' boys?". [b]3. As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent where a young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b] Answer: Megar smells the intoxicating meal and walks up, licking his lips and salivating slightly over it, smiling and thanking the orc with a nod of his head. Megar takes a seat and pulls out a carving knife cutting off the arm and beginning to eat it like a chicken leg eating noisily. Megar finishes, belching loudly and tossing the bone behind him into the water, belching again, even louder. "das' gud' halflin' orky, thank ye'." Megar says, with another satisfied belch.