Out-Of-Character Information
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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: 0xX_C_Xx0
How old are you?: 14
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am aware.
Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): I have. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/117291-denied-0xx-c-xx0s-lord-of-the-craft-application-for-whitelist/
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have indeed.
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: That the lore shall be followed.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): There are no misunderstandings
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? From my acquaintances.
Definitions
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What is roleplaying?:Powergaming = Going over your character's capabilities to do something i.e overpowering an Uruk in a fistfight
What is metagaming?:Metagaming = Using OOC information as IC information that your character did not learn on their own.
What is powergaming?:Roleplaying = To portray a character by acting and speaking as them.
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Heinrich Hughes
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: Heartlander
Character’s age: 22
Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.):
Heinrich would be twelve at this age, his ignorance to other races only deepening and his blind worship to the Creator increasing. He talked back when spoken to, but he would still continue to be introverted as he'd spend his days now doing work on the fields and doing as his parents tell. It'd be a repetitive, livable life until an unfortunate day. The only warning recieved was the loud grumble of a warhorn, as short figures clad in armour numbering in the dozens poured to their direction. A raid.
Heinrich heard the screaming of her mother outside, as the two parents would rush into the door. "Mother, what's happening?" Heinrich would ask with uncertainty trembling in his voice, looking at his mother who seemed to be in a shocked state as his father attempting to break her out of her spell of fear, "Hide down here until we come back." his father managed in a voice poorly disguised to sound calm, as he'd open the trapdoor to the cellar.
Reluctantly, Heinrich shuffle down the staircase, only catching a glimpse of his weeping mother and his father, who seemed to be arming himself, pitchfork in hand as the trapdoor slammed shut; screaming heard faintly in the distance.
"It feels like an eternity." Heinrich would think to himself as he remained curled in the corner of the dark, wet cellar. It's been hours, and Heinrich was beginning to feel his stomach lash out at him with grumbles and groans. Heinrich forced himself up, as he went up the stairway to gingerly peek his head out of the trapdoor.
It wouldn't open. For a moment, Heinrich was caught off-guard, as he bumped his head on the trapdoor, expecting it to open. Heinrich looked up quizzicly, before planting his two hands on it and shoving up with a grunt. It bounced up for a moment, allowing the slightest ray of light through before it crashed back down. Something was on top of the trapdoor, holding it down.
Heinrich cried for help, bashing onto the trapdoor with all of his might for what felt like years. He finally recieved incomprehensible grunting above as a response, as he heard a loud groan as shuffling was heard. He was able to open the trapdoor, looking up as it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight.
He was met by scorched earth, and the charred foundation of a home. He glanced to his left to see the fallen supports which blocked his exit, and the local guard that saved him. As Heinrich was brought to a community shelter among other now-homeless individuals and given food and drink, a sudden realization washed over him.
I'm parentless.
It's been a decade since then, and within that time Heinrich had brought himself out of his depression and worked as a mere farmer for the now Holy Orenian Empire. Raised afterwards by the church when his parents were reported missing and never found, he eventually worked directly for Imperial authority.
Heinrich has found his life calling, feeding the soldiers of Orenia, praying to the Creator to bless his crop with a bountiful yield, the fields of Man seeming so fertile to his plough.
Personality Traits: Quiet, content. Known to be rather introverted. Has been called eccentric by some but is just fairly misunderstood.
Ambitions: He is content with his life. The most he wants is a family to accompany him on his large fields. However he feels like it will never happen.
Strengths/Talents: Farming. Fervently religious. Cooking. As he had found his calling in feeding the soldiers of Orenia, he became proficient in cooking.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Can be put into depressive episodes if his past is put into question. Illiterate. Blindly ignorant to other races and beliefs, solely believing the way of Man and the Creator.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Fair-skinned, blond. Heinrich stands at 5’8”, wearing mere peasant rags; the only redeeming factor his sapphire blue eyes.
Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):
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