bromadan

Owyn speaks up. "500 for the Cloak."

Owyn reads over the new act on his small chair in the main hall of his manor. His soft grey eyes slowly scan its contents as a frown begins to creep across his lips. He looked up as he dropped the parchment onto the floor, his attention drifting off into space as he thinks on its contents.

Once again, as always my friend, just brilliant.

The 13th of Sun’s Smile, 1602 Throughout the great Cathedral of Saint Karlsburg stood the Blue and White banners of House Amador beside the Black and Red, Black, and Orange banners of House Kovachev. The occasion was marked by the sacred matrimony between Lord Owyn Amador, the Count of Mondstadt, and Lady Adrijana Kovachev of Carnatia. The close family of Owyn and Adrijana were the only ones in attendance, along with the attendance of the Royal Family of Haense. On top of the dais at the front of the Cathedral stood Archbishop Rory, smiling down at Owyn as he stood before him. Soon those that stood in their rows turned to the aisle as Lady Adrijana was escorted by her Uncle Drasko down the aisle. He gave her up to Owyn with a soft smile before heading to his seat. The Bride and Groom exchanged a small look to each other before offering a smile to comfort one another, saying their vows before their Families. As they both said I do, the Archbishop proclaimed “By the Grace of GOD, I now pronounce them both husband and wife! You may kiss the Bride!” With that Owyn leaned down to lay a soft kiss on Adrijana before turning with her towards those gathered, walking down the aisle, waving and smiling.

((Once again, Brilliant. Don't stop my friend.

I. Name: Owyn Amador II. Age: 17 IIa. Date of Birth [If Known]: IIb. Location of Birth [If Known]: Mondstadt III. Race [Human/Elf]: Human IIIa. Culture [Heartlander, Highlander, Wood Elf, etc.]: Mix (Heartlander/Highlander) IV. Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Nobility (Count) V. Place of Residence: Mondstadt VI. Martial Knowledge [Trained in Weaponry, Archer, etc.]: Trained in various melee weapons. Including lance, axe, and sword. VII. Skilled Labor [Farmer, Lumberjack, etc.]: Master Enchanter

I rather enjoy this deeply, and can't wait to read more when it is written!

Posters would be hung all across Saint Karlsburg and major populated centers in Haense, stamped with the Sigil of House Amador. "Attention Noble and Commoner alike! The House of Amador is running a lottery at their stall in the grand city of Saint Karlsburg! After a successful trial we have concluded that it shall be an annual event. Every year in Snow's Maiden we shall draw a lucky number and winner of a pot of Hundred Minas. All you have to do is go to the Amador Stall and purchase a Lotto Rock that costs Ten Minas and give your name to the Vendor. When the time to draw comes we shall pick a number and contact the winner! If the winner does not show within one Saint's day we will pick a new winner. The more people that participate, perhaps the bigger the jackpot will be so come on down and invite your friends!"

Owyn receives the letter regarding the tourney with a smirk, looking around at those gathered around as he thinks for a brief moment. "I think.. This shall be fun. Send word that I will be joining the Joust and other competitions!" Name: Owyn Amador House: Amador ((MC Name: bromadan))

Hired, Report to Mondstadt for further instructions.

((Character is a child presently)) Gender: Male Race: Human Reference: (DO NOT LINK ME THE SKIN, I accept a screenshot of the skin or a 360 gif.) https://gyazo.com/4f7ea3973d978402b9a98615c88c61c5 Personality: Rather timid and shy at times but very much a bookworm with a thirst for knowledge. Yet this doesn't stop him from smiling and waving at strangers, stopping someone in the middle of a busy street to strike up a conversation, especially with ladies. Special items they have: A decorative rose that is shaped out of metal, a journal with a satchel

Owyn stands by the windows of his snowy home, his feet kicking back and forth as he waits for his Poppa to return home.. one last time..

((Oh, I am so sad :~:

((This is by far the best IC Newspaper I have ever seen. Props to you and keep it up <3

Minecraft user name: bromadan Roleplay name: Kilmar Ireheart Race: Mountain Dwarf Reason for wanting to serve (Optional): To defend the Kingdom and bring glory to Clan and Dwed. Do you fear what lurks in the deep dark places of the world.: Of course fockin not. Le them come and let /them/ find out what truly lurks in the Dark, the Dwedmar!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YRICEt7XiY A sunken and weakened man walks down a lonely road from the Capitol of his Empire, donned in the purple and ragged armor of the Nauzica. Slowly he walked, watching the blooming flowers of his home. He smiled softly as he reflected on his short life. From nothing he joined the Imperial Legion, serving dutifully as best as he could even though he was not strong in arm. Yet his loyalty paid off. Nauzica.. A high honor for a young man like him. He donned the purple with pride and beamed with joy, happy to serve his Empire and Emperor. Alas it was not what it seemed.. For days he walked, day and night his boots became ragged as he continued his journey with nothing but a rusty sword by his side. The Nauzica is where he felt the true heartache. He followed every order without question, doing what needed to be done. Yet, his friends began to drift away. His comrade from the legion simply vanished without a word.. His one true friend from the Nauzica was slain in a duel.. His dearest friend that he loved with all his heart stopped acknowledging him. He began to grow lonely in his later days, hoping for someone to say at least hello to him.. To notice him. What he received was belittlement from Knights and Nobles. He always showed kindness but met with cruelness of the highest degree. Nothing would taint his spirit however. He smiled and guarded the palace, doing his duty.. A shadow in the city that was forever watching yet never seen. He wanted more though.. He wanted a woman to love him back.. A family maybe.. A /home/.. Yet it would not come for him. He noticed something, the flowers were no longer there. He looked up to notice snow, the Haense. His smile died off.. The feelings washing over him. Friends… he no longer had those. They left him long ago.. Loneliness had come for him. She with her brown hair.. Said goodbye without a second glance at him and crushed his heart. So cruel in the end. His skills were nothing compared to everyone else. He couldn’t whisp a lady off her feet, he couldn’t hold up against a real fight against an enemy even though he fought in battles, always becoming injured. Never good with his words, stumbling around. Perhaps it was best for him to be alone.. No one should want to be around a man like that. He had no home, no one to love or be loved by in return, nothing to his name.. His name would be gone from history he would know but alas that is the way of the world. It was time to just be.. Forgotten. He sat down on a snow pile to lay down, watching the snow flakes slowly whisp by, covering his nose and hair. He was starting to become cold, and shut his eyes to let his spirit be warmed by his memories.. The great and the horrible.

MC Name: bromadan RP Name: Kilmar Ireheart Which guild do you wish to join?: Both if acceptable What is your level in the aligned profession?: Proficient in both Skype name: Will give privately when asked Are you able to use Teamspeak?: Yes How long have you been playing LOTC?: At this time, it would be about 5 weeks-ish How many hours both week and weekend are you available?: At the present, about 4-5 hours daily What is your timezone?: EST

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BASIC INFORMATION « OUT OF CHARACTER NAME » bromadan « IN CHARACTER NAME » Garrett « SURNAME » Tullin (Not Noble/Gentry) « CLASS » C1 « GENDER » Male PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION « DATE OF BIRTH » 16 of the Amber Cold, 1566 « HEIGHT & WEIGHT » 6ft and 200 lbs « EYE, SKIN & HAIR COLOR » blue eyes, white skin and brown hair « CULTURE » Heartlander « MARKINGS » N/A PERSONAL INFORMATION « HOME ADDRESS » N/A « PROVINCE » Crownlands « OCCUPATION » Unoathed in the Legion CITIZEN'S OATH « ALL CITIZENS » I, Garrett Tullin, hereby swear my loyalty to the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law.

Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft account name?: bromadan How old are you?: 20 What timezone are you in?: EST Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: Fade to Black. It gets really weird when you walk down the street and see some really bad Emotes going down when it should be in a private place. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): Nope How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: A friend Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): I have, a while ago. Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is roleplaying?: When you take on a persona other than your own and act as that person would act. What is metagaming?: Using OOC information in RP, EX: Being told you are about to be raided on skype so you gtfo out of an area. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: When you force a player into a action. Ex: I swing my sword down, chopping of Bill's arm. 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. Character’s name: (what do you want your character to be called?): Garrett Tullin Character’s sex: (male or female?): Male Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.): Human Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!): 20 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore.): (where does your character come from?; where have they traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.): In the year 1566 in the Autumn, Garrett was born to a small family in the Imperial Capitol of the Holy Orenian Empire. and was raised as a peasant. His family were blacksmiths and made decent money for a time, allowing Garrett to partake in schooling at a early age. Around 16 however Garrett wanted to explore, as most men wanted too around his age. He grabbed some money with his Father's blessing and took his leave of the Capitol to walk around the Empire to work, earn a name, and live life. He manged to do so rather well for a time. At about 18, he traveled outside of the borders and visited other Kingdoms. He visited the Dwarves of Urguan, though not for long due to hostile relations, and visited the Dominion of Malin to visit the Elves. Soon enough however when he turned 19 he came back home to find his Father had died due to illness, and his Mother had left with his Sisters to a new town. The City wasn't for them. Knowing not what to do Garrett stayed in the Capitol to see what had happened to his Father business. It had been sold, and his inheritance taken by his younger brother who took off to who knows where. With nothing to his name, Garrett has begun to work around the capitol to find a home, a new name, and a new life for himself. Perhaps a career in the Military might be good for a young man in search of adventure.. Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?): Garrett is socially awkward at times but is rather a book worm than social. Don't get him wrong though, he can still hold a conversation rather well it is just the engaging of said conversation. He enjoys nature and a good book, but he also enjoys the life of a city. He doesn't like drinking that much and rather likes to keep his body clean from such tainting but he will drink a cup of wine or an ale when the occasion calls for such. Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?): He inspires to earn a name for himself. He wishes to earn a rank in the Legion that will bring honor to his family, and perhaps have a plot of land of his own to live on with a family, becoming a nobleman in his own rite. Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) : Reading, manual labor, Public-speaker. Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?): swimming, sight, sword fighting. Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?): He stands about 6 feet tall and weighs about 200 pounds. He has brown hair that goes down to his shoulders and side burns that runs down the sides of his head. Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.):