Out-Of-Character Information
The simplest section of the application! Simply answer these questions so we can get to know you a bit better.
What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - poschinator
How old are you?: - 24
What time-zone do you live in?: - Central Standard Time (-6)
Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: - Yes, I have played tabletop D&D, as well as WoW amd Minecraft
Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: - Yes, but I dont want to advertise anyone
Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): -Yes, I have once. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/106945-new-application/
How did you hear about us?: - Through my IRL friend Ghrotto (I linked his profile so you know who he is)
What do you think the server will be like? - honestly my expections are very open
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - Yes
What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - No meta gaming. I love being in character so a rule that makes people adhere to that makes the experience better for everyone
Definitions
This is simply so that we can get an understanding of how much you know about roleplaying. Feel free to Google the answers, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not another website / person's!
What is roleplaying?: - Becoming your character and feeling and acting as they would.
What’s metagaming?: - Using knowledge you have OOCly (but not ICly) to benefit your character ICly.
What’s powergaming?: - Forcing an action upon another player or not letting aother player defend themselves. Example: Edward thrusts forward killing his opponent with a swift single jab to the heart.
In-Character Information
Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.
What’s your character called?: - William Crownspike
What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Human Northerner
What sex are they?: - Male
How old are they?: - 25
Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family (Include server lore when writing): -
William Crownspike was born in an inn in the heart of Abresi. His mother Aetha Yrine died shortly giving birth to him. A passing alchemist and his wife tried to save his mother but failed, so with her last dying breath she begged them to take her child out of the forsaken city, and handed them a note containing a picture of her and the boy's father. Unable to refuse a dying woman's last request they took the child, who appeared to be a surprisingly healthy boy, back to their village to raise him as their own. The years flew by and the boy grew and on his eleventh birthday his father Graythe Crownspike told him everything about his mother and who his father truly was; a smith from a small village outside Abresi by the name of Rodovir Damaske. Hearing this the boy set out to find his real family, with hope in his heart, leaving in the middle of the night with a note upon his bed that he would be back someday.
He ended up in the village in front of the Damaske Smithy. Upon entering he would see a young man of about age nineteen working behind the counter hammering dents out of an old looking garden hoe. William approaches the counter ringing the bell, drawing the young man's attention. “Good den, young one. Welcome to the Damaske Smithy, I am Mordyn, how may I be of service?” The young man states with a smile.
William would return his smile responding “Actually, I am just here to see Rodovir Damaske. You do know him, correct?”
“Aye, that be my father. What do you need of him?” Mordyn says.
William's smile would falter, but only for a second as he realizes he has more family in the world. “Just tell him it is about Aetha Yrine, please.”
Mordyn simply nods and walks to the back, some talking could be heard though they were too muffled to understand. He would return with Rodovir standing beside him. Rodovir looks at William and then speaks to Mordyn “You may go home for the night. Tell your mother I will be home shortly.”
Mordyn seems hesitant but nods and answers quietly “Aye, as you wish, father. Don't be late for dinner.”
With Mordyn gone Rodovir would look to William asking “Who are you and how do you know that name. I have not seen her in eleven yea-” he stops as he takes in the boys appearance, placing the boy to be around ten or eleven, one of his eyebrows arching slightly.
“I-....I am William Crownspike, formerly William Yrine... She was my mother.. she died shortly after giving birth to me...” he replies shyly with a hint of sadness.
Rodovir sits down at this revalation, his tanned skin going slightly pale “I am sad to see her go... And....your father..?” He asks weakly.
“She gave my adoptive parents this before she passed on and told them to give it to me when the time was right.” William says as he rummages through his bag handing him a small portrait of Rodovir and Aetha. The back of it has the writing “Me and my one true love Rodovir, father of my child William.”
Rodovir would look down after that stating “I am sorry, boy. I admit that I must be your father, however I haven't the room in my home. I shall speak with our elder and arrange a temporary home for you. I will pay for it all, but I musn't tell my wife. I did at one point think I loved your mother...but that was not to be.”
After that fateful conversation for the next few months William stayed around town, befriending his unaware half-brother quickly. One night though, on his fourth month in the village, he walked by the Damaske house and looked into the window. He would be lying if he said what he saw didn't fill him with hurt and longing. A happy family ate and laughed around the hearth. The boy stared for hours into the window from afar until the family went to bed and the hearth died down. He could never stop the thought of home with Graythe and Velna however and how his life had been so warm with them. He decided that this would never be home so he took one last look at the plaque which read Damaske Residence and turned toward home.
When he got home what he found was was nothing but sickness and pain. An outbreak of the plague was sweeping through the village. Seeing that bodies were being burnt by the cart loads, he hurried to his fathers house only to find him stricken with the plague. Graythe was in the middle of the room slowly dying as village elders and midwives were running about doing everything that could be done for the man, but as William saw how futile alchemy was he broke inside. Everything he trusted, everything he knew, couldn't help his father. His father looked to him and said weakly "We all must return to the earth, son, but my knowledge will live on in you." As his father took his last few breaths he passed on with a peaceful smile while holding his wife's hand. Young William tried everything he could to help his village but it was all for naught. They evacuated the village and it was burned to the ground. The feilds he loved as a child and the forest he grew up picking herbs for his father in were gone.
Thirteen long years had passed and he had saved as many of Graythe's books on Alchemy as he could. In the middle of his studies he thought of how needed work so as to fund a few projects he had in mind so he decided to go to Abresi to look for possible work in a crematorium, but while passing through the streets a flyer (Linked the flyer, it's on these forums) caught his eye as he saw the familiar name “Ser Mordyn Damaske”. It was a nobles house, looking for workers, and also for young wizards. He thought “If I could just command the sickness out of someone; order nature itself to fix what was broken...I would do anything for that power...it would also be good to see brother again.” And so he set off in search of the Noble House Basileus with ideas churning in his head and ambition burning in his heart.
What are they like (personality)?: - Very somber and serious with hidden humor that surfaces now and again
What are their ambitions?: - To become a wizard capable of performing magic clerics could only dream of and to once and for all rid the land of sickness and plauge
Do they have any special skills?: - Moderate alchemy skills along with herb gathering knowledge
What are their weaknesses?: - Very weak physically having had no martial training, and very little social skills seeing as he had been alone studying the majority of the last 13 years.
Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - 6'2" with dark brown hair, though his hair and kind face is hardly ever seen from beneath his hood, with a medium build and hands that smell of herbs and smoke. He is normally wearing a set of teal and black robes
Anything else you want to say about them?: - His tragedy only strengthens him, insults fuel him, and discovery drives and focuses him
Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -
