Teksnotti

Blue master race. Don't recognize the gif, 2/10

Thanks for all of the warm welcomes! I'm sure I'll enjoy it here. @Watyll, currently I'm open to anything that isn't straightup war/fighting.

<I apologize once more for lack of capitalization in the title, I dont' know what it is but when I use quotes in the title and hit 'preview' it always changes it to lower case..> Charles A. Pierce: Nicknames: Ace, Charley Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Human, Quadroon. Status: Alive and well, still kickin'. Description Height: Six-foot, four. Weight: In between one-hundred and sixty pounds to one-hundred and seventy. Body Type: Of A slightly thinner mesomorph. Eyes: Sea-green. Hair: Dark brown. Skin: Fair toned skin with a slight farmer's tan. Markings/Tattoos: None, at the moment. Health: Perfectly healthy. Personality: Charles is a deep introvert, always confined to his books and not always open for conversation. Though if he doesn't see you as a threat or knows you, he'll open up vastly. At first sight he'd be hard to gauge on what his emotions are, as he always carries the same neutral, uninterested, and indecisive look about him. Inventory: Currently all he would be visibly carrying is a journal with quill and ink. Further Details: Charles carries an aura which makes it constantly seem as if he has something better to be doing at the moment when talking to people, however it's not always the case that he doesn't have something better to do. For he very may well have something better to be doing. After, if you even do, meet him you may quickly come to the conclusion that you'd have to take Charles' actions and phrasing with a grain of salt. Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral with dips towards the more Lawful Neutral side at times. Deity*: The Creator Religion: Charles believes in the Creator though nothing more on it, moreover an agnostic. Alliance/Nation/Home Unaffiliated with no current home. Job/Class: He aspires to be a professional writer and/or Magi. Though he only dabbles in the thought of being a mage at the moment, not having decided on what magic branch to choose from. Title(s): -None Profession(s) Apart from writing in his spare time, none. Special Skill(s): He is able to stab you through and through with a quill! No seriously, he's fairly unspecial at the moment. Flaw(s): Charles has a lanky build that will probably never see any true muscle on it, leaving him void for any guard's duty or Mercenary work. He also has knee and ankle problems, suffering from weakness in his right knee and both ankles. Magic* <To be left open for future progress.> Weaponry Fighting Style: He has a mean backhand, and can slap you with a book pretty hard-.. No? Not a fighting type? I'll call it "Limp-Noodle-Fu", now it's a fighting style. Trained Weapon[s]: Favored Weapon: Archery: Biography Parents: Weylin Pierce, Telia Prior. Siblings: None. Children: None. Extended Family: Elven Aunt and Uncle, Eynisis and Marves. Pet(s): None. History <Currently this'll just be a copy-pasta from my App. until I further the story.> Charles was born on a warm night during the season of Sun’s Smile. He was first born to Weylin Pierce and Telia Prior, both were Northerners. His birth was taboo in nature, as both Telia and Weylin were out of wedlock when he was conceived and birthed. His parents were in a flustered hurry to figure out what to do with their new child and came to an abrupt decision that Telia should stay with relatives in the Southeron provinces while Weylin worked his time in the Northern lands, sending back money to pay for his lover and child as often as possible. Telia’s cousins, Eynisis and Marves, were more than willing to allow her to live with them on their property. Happy to lend a hand and happy to be able to see the beauty of a growing child. Charles would live a happy life on his relative’s farmland, receiving tuition in not only writing and mathematics but also the inner-workings of a farm. Charles was always a curious child, questioning why things are they way they are. Thinking and asking about things that his relatives and mother would never think about. Why the trees turn orange and shed their leaves during the Amber Cold. Why the creatures of the forest act in unison or direct aggression toward each other. Though his family always answered with the same; “That’s just how they’re made, dear.” His thirst for knowledge would always abound with him wherever he’d go in future happenings. At the age of sixteen he took up a passion for writing and went on to write journals and small books on various subjects he thought were interesting, keeping a multitude of books stacked on the bookshelf in his room. He began to adventure around the farmstead and draw the scenery or animals, as well as keeping stamped flowers and leaves of various sizes, shapes, and colours in his books. Keeping the stamped items with their relative books, of course. Jump forward four years at the age of twenty, Charles would have gone to progress as an avid writer for the area of the farmstead, the townspeople looking towards him for advice on certain knowledgeable pursuits and teaching those who asked. Though, it wasn’t all glory. On multiple occasions he was made the laughing stock of the town because he didn’t conform to everyone else’s thoughts for what a man should be like. “A man should be strong.” They’d say. “A man should know his way around they field.” They’d chant. Charles tried his best to keep the feelings at bay and not let them get to him, but at times it was too much. He never fully quit what he loves, however. He had times where he took a break, to lessen the pier pressure. Pick up on some other form of artistry, like poetry or instrumentals. Finally, at the age of twenty-two he left the farmstead on his own accord, dragging his books and personal belongings with him onto a caravan stopping by. They left to travel to Abresi, the capital of Oren, where he hoped to learn from their libraries and the tomes they held. On his way, however they were stopped by an Orc raiding party and made him forfeit his belongings. When he gave up his items the Orcs had laughed and burned the books, taking with them the valuables instead. Charles and the rest of the group got off lucky, seeing as they weren’t kill, but continued to make way for Abresi on foot. When the caravan finally arrived, Charles made first way to the local Tavern, shoving the library aside for the moment. He continues to stay near Abresi to this day, helping where he can and learning what he may. Mayhaps one day he will finally quench the thirst for knowledge he’s always had. Artwork

I have a gaming playlist I would like to share with you all, and no, it isn't as bad as my drawings, baha. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVlEhIyzhnMbeJHk7VetkVdxJGBE1piJD&feature=mh_lolz

So, I'm new to this server and forums and I think I should donate some of my "art" as a thank you. I'm open to requests aswell. Here are some of my best pieces. Behold the power of MS Paint:

@Nalatac; Straight to the point, aren'tcha? Depends, I guess. Don't really know you or how you RP, so I can't make an immediate decision.

Well, hello there. Welcome to my post. I hope you like it here, I brought some content. people like content, right? Anyways, I'm Theodore K., otherwise known as Teksnotti. (Derived from TKSnotti, mom's always called me a "Snot") I came from the land of make-belief cookies and zebras, otherwise known as Philadelphia. Lived there for a few years before my father joined the Military and we got stationed to different places all across America. First I was in Florida, FT. Lauderdale, next was Kansas, then Kentucky, then Texas, Florida again, Michigan, and back to Texas. Final tour in Texas my dad got orders to deploy for Germany, however the rest of us couldn't go, so we ended up moving to Florida where we found out that it sucks here and is hot and humid. Now we plan on moving to Colorado! So, uh-... Yeah, I've been around America a lot. Never out of the 'States though, nope. That aside, I enjoy gaming, running, cycling, skateboarding, writing, professional photography, and I play the guitar and keyboard. I also like long walks on the beach, and take me on a date to Chili's before you plan on taking me anywhere nice. ;) So yeah, that's me. I'm open to chat with anyone about anything at all while I wait for my Application to be accepted, lets talk it up.

((I apologize for the lack of capitalization of the 'C' in the title.)) Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - Teksnotti How old are you?: - I am fifteen years of age. What time-zone do you live in?: - GMC: -5:00 Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: - I have experience roleplaying both with friends IRL in DnD campaigns aswell as different online places such as forums and different games/MMO's. Mostly sticking with medieval and apocolypse RPs, however. Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: - Other game servers? Yes. Minecraft? No, no I have not. Have you applied to this server before?: - This would be my first time applying. How did you hear about us?: - Minestatus, and a couple of friends spoke about this server before, I just didn't pay any attention to it up until now. What do you think the server will be like?: - Based on what I've read along the forums, I expect a great community and some quality RP. The lore is pretty solid and I hope to enjoy myself and the RP of others along the way. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - Yes, I agree with the rules. Fairly basic and easy to understand. What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - Quote If you're building something yourself, please make sure it actually suits the area it's in - and that it makes roleplay sense! That means, you can't build a giant floating castle, or a physics-defying tower! Be sensible when you build. Also, if you're underground, make sure you add supports to the area, else it would logically collapse. Definitions What is roleplaying?: - To my own understanding, roleplaying is colaboratively working to write and/or make stories together. Acting the part of your character and doing only what they would do. What’s metagaming?: - Metagaming is forcing upon yourself to know something you wouldn't know to begin with, giving yourself information which you only acquired OOCly. What’s powergaming?: - Powergaming is the act in which you are not giving the person(s) you're RPing with time to respond to your actions, forcing what you want to happen onto the other player(s). It is something everyone can knowingly or unknowingly do from time to time but is best to be avoided at all costs, for the sake of better RP. In-Character Information What’s your character called?: - Charles A. Pierce What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Human, quarter-elf. What sex are they?: - Male. How old are they?: - Twenty-eight years of age. Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family (Include server lore when writing): - Charles was born on a warm night during the season of Sun’s Smile. He was first born to Weylin Pierce and Telia Prior, both were Northerners. His birth was taboo in nature, as both Telia and Weylin were out of wedlock when he was conceived and birthed. His parents were in a flustered hurry to figure out what to do with their new child and came to an abrupt decision that Telia should stay with relatives in the Southeron provinces while Weylin worked his time in the Northern lands, sending back money to pay for his lover and child as often as possible. Telia’s cousins, Eynisis and Marves, were more than willing to allow her to live with them on their property. Happy to lend a hand and happy to be able to see the beauty of a growing child. Charles would live a happy life on his relative’s farmland, receiving tuition in not only writing and mathematics but also the inner-workings of a farm. Charles was always a curious child, questioning why things are they way they are. Thinking and asking about things that his relatives and mother would never think about. Why the trees turn orange and shed their leaves during the Amber Cold. Why the creatures of the forest act in unison or direct aggression toward each other. Though his family always answered with the same; “That’s just how they’re made, dear.” His thirst for knowledge would always abound with him wherever he’d go in future happenings. At the age of sixteen he took up a passion for writing and went on to write journals and small books on various subjects he thought were interesting, keeping a multitude of books stacked on the bookshelf in his room. He began to adventure around the farmstead and draw the scenery or animals, as well as keeping stamped flowers and leaves of various sizes, shapes, and colours in his books. Keeping the stamped items with their relative books, of course. Jump forward four years at the age of twenty, Charles would have gone to progress as an avid writer for the area of the farmstead, the townspeople looking towards him for advice on certain knowledgeable pursuits and teaching those who asked. Though, it wasn’t all glory. On multiple occasions he was made the laughing stock of the town because he didn’t conform to everyone else’s thoughts for what a man should be like. “A man should be strong.” They’d say. “A man should know his way around they field.” They’d chant. Charles tried his best to keep the feelings at bay and not let them get to him, but at times it was too much. He never fully quit what he loves, however. He had times where he took a break, to lessen the pier pressure. Pick up on some other form of artistry, like poetry or instrumentals. Finally, at the age of twenty-two he left the farmstead on his own accord, dragging his books and personal belongings with him onto a caravan stopping by. They left to travel to Abresi, the capital of Oren, where he hoped to learn from their libraries and the tomes they held. On his way, however they were stopped by an Orc raiding party and made him forfeit his belongings. When he gave up his items the Orcs had laughed and burned the books, taking with them the valuables instead. Charles and the rest of the group got off lucky, seeing as they weren’t kill, but continued to make way for Abresi on foot. When the caravan finally arrived, Charles made first way to the local Tavern, shoving the library aside for the moment. He continues to stay near Abresi to this day, helping where he can and learning what he may. Mayhaps one day he will finally quench the thirst for knowledge he’s always had. What are they like (personality)?: - Charles has the outgoing and introverted personality due to being isolated and made fun of during his times in Southeron, though he has extroverted tendencies as any Southeroner (If that’s the equivalent of Southerner?) would have. What are their ambitions?: - Charles strives to be both a well-renounced writer aswell as fairly recognized for other traits and jobs he has done from town to town. Do they have any special skills?: - Other than being exceedingly intelligent from his knowledgeable pursuits during his life, he's rather un-special. What are their weaknesses?: - He isn't very strong, aswell as he has a weak knee and weak ankles from various sprains and minor breaks. He isn't very fast because of his weak knee and ankles, quite obviously. Give us a description of how they look?: - Charles stands at an average height in the low-end of the six feet range, his body is of a slightly thinner mesomorph. His skin is fairly tanned from living in Southeron for most of his life. His jawline is strong and his chin is chiseled, while his cheekbones are somewhat prominent as well. His eyes seem sunken in from strained or lack of sleep thereof, though otherwise his eyes are a deep sea-green. His hair is dark-brown, cut short and spikey in the front, laying flat in the back, while his chin and cheeks has some unshaven scruff to it. For attire Charles wears a form-fitting gray undershirt with a leathery jacket for colder climates. His pants are simply brown linen pants, nothing fancy. Also having common boots to fit his general attire. Anything else you want to say about them?: - Based off of the profound medieval surgeon, John hunter. Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -