What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - BrosephCarroll
How old are you?: - 18
Have you ever roleplayed on a minecraft server before? If so, where?: - I’ve been on a few servers, none worth mentioning
How did you hear about us?: - Google
What do you think the server will be like? - Fun, hopefully
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: - The mechanical standard is intriguing
Do you understand combat rules, and what you can and can’t do if you do choose to roleplay as a villain?:- Yes
Definitions
What is roleplaying?: - Roleplaying is temporarily suspending your identity and taking on the traits and characteristics of another individual, then acting as that person, in some form.
What’s metagaming?: - Metagaming is using information that your character did not gain, while playing as that character. This includes private messages.
What’s powergaming?: - Powergaming is making an action towards any other character without giving them a chance to respond. It’s forcing them to accept your action and its consequences.
In-Character Information
What’s your character called?: - He is known as Sliske
What race are they?: - Farfolk
What gender are they?: - Male
How old are they?: - 32
Biography: -
Sliske was born a sixth child. Three older brothers and two sisters preceded him. His parents, Marianna and Gabe, were traveling merchants. They wandered through the lands, their caravan with its roof made of brightly colored quilted fabric flowing in the wind. They were jolly folk, always singing or talking or laughing, and all who knew them, and many did, welcomed them. Sliske however was different from his blood. He had his father's stature, his dark eyes and strong gaze, but he rarely expressed emotion, rarely spoke, he rarely made a sound. His parents never took much notice, with their abundance of children they had become adjusted to the differences even those with the same blood can take on. They carried on their way, trading, crafting, and being merry.
The years passed and the family moved on, growing wealthier and older, their bonds grew. On a sunny day in spring, the family found themselves inside Athera, traveling down a stony road south of Petrus. As their caravan, led by two red oxen bumped along, they assumed their usual clamor. It was not long on this road before they found they had company. From the trees emerged a bungling gang of dirty scoundrels, with crooked brown teeth and yellow eyes. They held weapons, some slightly armed, others clad in nothing but cloth. The leader, a tall thin man with scraggly black hair, wearing a chain shirt and leaning on a tall spear took his stance directly in front of the caravan. The gaggling of the family grew quiet as the oxen stopped in front of the man, huffing and puffing as beasts of labor do. The man spoke “Hail good travelers, lovely day is it not?” he spoke through whistling teeth, using words and a tone which was a poor attempt at sounding noble. Gabe spoke up “Aye brava, what can me family and Aye do fer ya?” The bandit tapped his chin, grinning menacingly “Well, since you have been so kind to offer, I think you can give me everything you possess.” Gabe responded “I’m afraid that won’t do, mah family an’ aye aren’t ones to give to charity.” As he said this he flipped his cloak back, revealing the pommels of two brass scimitars strapped to his back. As he did this, his sons took similar arms, the mark of his family. They were no strangers to bandits, and no strangers to combat. The bandit grew slightly red in the face and snarled “Well, if you want it that way... “ he nodded towards the man on his right and the scoundrels closed in, surrounding the caravan with rusty weapons drawn. A battle ensued.
Three days later the families caravan bumped north, moving lighter than normal. Marianna, and three of the children, the eldest male, the youngest daughter, and the third son had perished due to the bandits. The merriment which normally buzzed about the group was gone, replaced by silence. Gabe looked onward, with a cold, empty gaze. As the sun set they stopped for the night, and Sliske approached his father. He need not speak, for the look in his eyes was enough. Sliske looked deep into his fathers eyes, returning his cool gaze with one colder. After a few moments Gabe wrapped his long arms around his son and kissed his forehead “Be well, my boy.” he spoke, and Sliske walked into the darkness.
What are they like? (personality): - Sliske is mute, his silence is emphasized by his often silent actions. He has a strong gaze, unwavering and cold. When he wishes to communicate, which is not often, he does so with his actions, and his gaze. To most, he is a mystery, but to those who manage to befriend him, he is fiercely loyal.
What are their ambitions?: - Sliske desires little. He harbors a hatred of bandits and thieves, he will slay them without hesitation.
Do they have any special skills? What are their weaknesses?: - Sliske cannot speak, which makes communication exceedingly difficult. He does not express emotions much, which causes most people to assume him to be confrontational and menacing. He has few friends due to this. He carries two scimitars on his back which he knows how to use well, but other than that, he is devoid of much talent.
Give us a description of how they look?: - Sliske, in one word, is menacing. He stands seven feet and two inches tall, towering over most humans. He has dark ebony skin and dark eyes. His torso which is normally bear, he rarely wears shirts, is incredibly muscular, along with the rest of his body, increasing his degree of intimidation. He has long arms and legs, with big calloused hands. On his body can be found nearly innumerable scars of all shapes and types, presumably from his rough past. He wears a simple metal pendant with the name “Sliske” engraved in it.
Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: - http://gyazo.com/05faf2101ad9da6a473a89ec718ce8cd
