SodaiKamikaze

MC Name:

RP Name: Dared Starbreaker

How skilled are you in regards to smithing? He knows the basics of smithing and using the grindstone, but isn't skilled enough to create anything out of the monsters he slays.

How skilled are you with your weapon of choice?

Reason for Joining/Bio (at least 1 paragraph):

What Will You Add to the Guild?

How active are you on the server? Almost everyday.

Dared Starbreaker journeyed to the North briskly, armed with only a blade and armor. Quickly, he storms through Kralta, climbing the cliff and working his way through the trees. “Oi’m gonna do it..” He mutters, jumping over the oversized tree roots, moving his way to a bridge. “Oi’m gonna do it..” He repeats, crossing the bridge and entering the entrance to the demon’s domain. He trudges along through the snow, pulling his visor down, wiping stray snowflakes coating his helmet and shrouding his vision. Shivering in the cold, he crosses a frozen river, crunching the icy snow underfoot. As he nears the Archway between an Icy Hell and Anthos, a howling wind calls out to him, sending snow and ice at him as if to impede his journey.”Oi’m.. gonna.. do it..” He chants, smashing his way through the wind and the snow until he is under the Archway. The howls of the wind stop abruptly, casting an eerie silence inside of the darkened gateway.

  A disembodied voice wails softly. “Tuuurrrrnn baaackkk fffrroomm heeerrre…” Dared’s eyes dart back and forth side to side, looking for who could have said it. In the darkness, preying on his nervousness and fear were the spirits of the departed. He quickly draws his sword, the glint of cold steel scrapping against its scabbard, and yells “Show yerself!” The voices seem to whisper to one another in a hushed manner, then stop. Dared quickly strikes a stone with his blade, sparks shooting upwards, casting an orange glow for a brief moment, displaying…. Nothing. Dared exhales, watching his breath form into a frozen white cloud and drift off, letting his sword point lay against the frosty snow on the ground. He removes his helm, ruffling his hair and scattering the snowflakes from it. Placing it back upon his head, Dared continues forward, dragging his sword along the ground. He slowly trudges up the steps, climbing steadily to the top, ignoring the taunts and jeers that the voices began to throw at him again. “Theeeyyyy wiiillll emmmolllatteee yooouuu….” They cry out, wind howling and snow blowing. Reaching the top, Dared glances to the side and gazes in horror. Dozens of people, encased in a thick barrier of ice, frozen in time look up at him, their faces in a permanent picture of terror.

He steels his nerves, and continues on, heading towards his prey. A roar rings out across the distance, followed by short lived screams. Dared rushes forward, twirling the sword in his hand. Streaks of red splattered across the ground, an icy white mound moving up and down, and the guttural shrieks of being devoured fill his senses. He roars at the beast. ”OOOORRRRAAAAHHH!” and tightens his grip on his weapon as the monster slowly turns around. A Ice Troll is the name of the beast, turning around to face Dared, standing at its full 15 feet height. It tosses the half eaten woman into the snow, her blood spilling out, staining the fresh snow a stomach churning red. It grins down at Dared, its mouth bloodied.

“Oh my God..” He whispers. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Dared charges at the beast roaring. The Troll replies by lifting a hefty hand to swat at him. Dared, being too quick, dives forward, rolling in the snow underneath the Troll. The beast, not being stupid, lifts a foot, going to squash the little pest, but is met with a sharp blade in the softer part of its foot. With a twist and a yank, Dared removes his blade from the Troll and dashes from under its foot. The Troll slowly turns around to face Dared its face filled with rage. Dared grins crazily at it. “Nae so ‘appy now, are ye?!” He yells, going to charge again at the beast. The Ice Troll swats the blade to the side, flinging Dared into the snow dazed. It chortles with its primitive laughter and gets on all fours, collecting gunk from the back of its mouth, as Dared scrambles to his feet. Dared twirls the blade in his hand once more. “Oh ho ho.. puttin’ up a figh’ are we?!” The Troll spits out the black goop at Dared, who skillfully sidesteps out of the way, watching the area that came into contact with it dissolve. A growl emerges from Dared’s throat as he goes again to charge at the recovering beast. He jumps into the air, swinging his sword at its face. The Troll reels back, screaming and clawing at a deep cut across its face. It falls onto its back, pressing its hand over the wound. Dared takes the chance to jump onto the beast’s belly running towards it’s throat. The troll swats blindly at the dwarf as it goes to stand up, blood smearing its face and clouding its vision. Dared digs his blade into the upper ribs region of the beast, using it as a grip to cling onto the Troll when it stands. With a hearty pull, Dared removes his blade from in-between the monster’s ribs, steadily falling. Dared grins, jamming the blade edge into the front side of the beast’s elbow, locking its joint. The monster cries out in pain unable to decide how to react. Dared heaves himself onto the top of his blade, springing upwards and grabbing onto the beast’s shoulder. He climbs steadily as the beast flails about in pain. He nears the Troll’s head, and it noticed too late. Dared reaches both hands into the Troll’s eye sockets, gripping the organs inside of them tightly. He lunges backwards, ripping out the eyes with a sickening tearing noise. The beast gives one last final roar of defeat, falling onto its back once more. Dared quickly grabs his sword, dislodging it from the Troll’s body, and begins to cut out a human sized chunk of its fur. As the rest of the Troll dissolves into nothingness, the bloodied pelt of the frost troll cut by his own hands, remained. He drapes the fur in a makeshift cloak, laughing madly. “Oi did it..”

 

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: -

Nalatac

 

How old are you?: -

15

 

What time-zone do you live in?: -

Central Time Zone

 

Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: -

I have roleplayed this character before on a friends account, and decided to apply for him on my own MC account

 

Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: -

None other than this one

 

Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): -

Not Avaliable

 

My good friend, BladedSkorpion

 

Well, seeing that I have played on it before, I think that it will be even more fun than last time, since now I can play on my own account and not worry about spending my friend's minas XD. But on a more serious note, I think that I could bring some new flair to the Dwarves.

 

Read them twice.

 

I like the no powergaming rule, seeing as that would be a major pain for when Im trying to roleplay well, and some random dude just slices my head off like butter.

 

Definitions

 

Roleplaying is the act of taking on the life of a fictional character and playing out how they interact with the other people around them.

 

Metagaming is the act of learning something through outside mediums, like skype, teamspeak, or just /msging the other person, and using it inside of roleplay, ruining someone else's good time...

 

Powergaming is the act of, either doing stuff that cannot be possible, like jumping 43 feet into the air, spinning around 3 times, and raining down shurikens on them like you are in Naruto, or forcing someone to do emote something, like Big Bad Joey grabs Lil Bill and shoves him into a bag, beating him senseless.

 

 

Dared Starbreaker

 

What race are they (and sub-race)?: -

Cave Dwarf

 

Male

 

457 Years of Age

 

Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family (Include server lore when writing): -

Dared Starbreaker washed up on a shore, just behind Cloud temple, coughing and sputtering, puking out water onto the sand in front of him. He shakily stood to his feet, checking his body for any harm, his hand slowly going to the light pink scar running across his face and eye. "Seems Oi escaped wit' moi life.. " He said, remembering the moments leading up to his waking on the beach. Flashes of memories streak across inside of his head, a human, grabbing him from his resting place in a cave, throwing him out into the cold snow. The The flashes continue, showing the human bind him up and lobbing him into the back of a  cart along with a unruly bunch of random creatures. Baby gobbos, halflings, even other humans, each gagged, bound and tied in the back of the cart. The human whipped his horses, their cries of pain signalling the long journey to the slave camp. 

Dared winces, shaking his head groggily, continuing to remember the pain and suffering he endured. Once at the labor camp, Dared was chained together with an assortment of dwarves, all varying in size. "Wot's gonna 'appen to us?!" He shouted nervously. The other dwarves nod in a frightened manner, their voices adding to his own shouts of anger and terror. Suddenly, a whip cracked on the backs of the dwarves, each one screaming out in pain, unable to rub the welt forming on their backs. "Shuddap! Who told ye fokin' shites ta speak?!"
Dared grits his teeth as silence rings out amidst the slave camp. He, along with the other dwarves are shoved along, some of them heading to the mines, while others are chained to anvils and whipped again. Dared, being of a slightly bulkier build, was destined the fate of the anvils and the whippings. There, he was forced to create a multitude of weapons, ranging from swords to spears. Every day, with little breaks, Dared was hammering away at the weapons, pouring his anger and sorrow into the metals, cursing them with all his being. Until one day.
"AHH! Help! We're bein' raided! Call for reinforcements from Oren!"
Dared looked up sharply, his eyes widening in wonder. A small army of Dwarves, Orcs, Elves, and even some humans poured into the compound, slaying the evil task masters, while freeing the captive workers. But of course, Dared's luck was not at its peak that day. One of the kidnappers unchained and grabbed Dared, dashing onto a ship. The kidnapper bound Dared, storing him in the cargo bay and began to sail off, spitting curses and rude words at anything and everything. Finally, Dared got a bit of luck that he deserved. A violent storm swept by, destroying the ship,leaving him floating on a plank of wood. The kidnapper flailed about wildly, swinging his sword trying to fight off the bad weather, thinking it some sort of magic. Lightning struck the man, causing him to fling his blade to the side, cutting Dared's eye, permanently closing it, and slicing a slash going down his face.

Dared sighs, thankful for the stroke of good luck, rubbing the scar happily. He is alive.

 

A quiet, yet humourus dwarf, always watching and observing people and the things they do.

 

He is a free man now, but is lost without direction. All he has is his acursed blacksmithing skills, which compared to those who smith as a living, isn't that great.

 

He is very calculating and respects people with Luck.

 

He has a faint obsession with magnets, metals and springs.
He is absolutely terrified of crustateans, wanting nothing to do with them.

He is allergic to cats.

 

A slightly bulky, charcoal grey colored dwarf, with olive green eyes and a light pink scar across his face, contrasting with his grey color. He also has an eyepatch covering  the damaged eye.

 

Anything else you want to say about them?: -

Starbreaker Clan 4 Lyfe.

 

Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -

Well thats it for this guide, I hope you enjoyed reading it and most of all I hope this helps you in creating your application. Good luck to you applicants and I’ll see you soon!