Minecraft name: circusboys
How old are you: 15
Are you aware this server is pg13: Yes I am aware
Have you applied for this server before: No
Have you read and agreed to the rules: Yes
What is the rule you agree to the most: None all rules should be followed equally as much and I agree to all the rules
Are there any rules you are confused with: No
How did you find out about lord of the craft: I love medieval servers and roleplaying and I found LotC at the top of my search so I clicked it and really liked what I saw
What is roleplaying: Portraying the role of a character for a specific scene or environment and applying that characters traits to the way you behave in the game
What is metagaming: For example, saying hey circusboys even if you had never met me, using irl infomation in the game to alter the experience
What is powergaming: *stabs the Prince of Narnia while back is turned* for example. Saying that your character has done something that gives you an unfair advantage or does not give the opposing a chance to react
Characters name: Buldur Cragnok II
Characters age: 41
Characters gender: Male
Characters race: Dwarf
Biography: Like many dwarves, I was born into the world by an unknown means. Surprisingly, I was a miner in Kal'Ithrun. I was raised by the Cragnok family. I had a Father and 3 brothers. The Eldest, was Durnak, he was 23 years my senior, and went on frequent business trips to towns like Kralta and Leanniel, selling armour and weapons. My other 2 brothers, Ougnat and Glugnat, were twins, strangely enough. They were popular comedians among the royals, as they were historians and could tell jokes only someone who had read many books would understand. And then there was me, Buldur Cragnok II. My father named me after him because he thought I would be strong and brave like him. He was sorely mistaken however, for one day, at just the ripe old age of fifteen, the dwarves in the mining party I was in broke through into a cavern. The walls were lined with silver and gold, we had hit the jackpot. The thing is, the ore wasnt in veins, but was in shapes, and then it started moving and falling from the roof and we noticed where we had gone wrong. It was a spider lair. Armour and weapons and bones were falling from vast spider webs as a million 8 legged creatures scurried toward the light in the wall. I yelled to get out as loud as i could and we ran. Only a few of us got back to the city alive and we could hear the horde close behind. As dwarves raced by, I cowardly fled into the night. Id had a fear of spiders my entire life. I ran and ran along the cobblestone road until i grew faint and so I rested against a tree to get my breath back. I wake up too an orcish blade point nudging my nose. The troupe of Orcs take me to their capital city, Gronkkston in the land of Anthos. I am put into slave trade and work many years. One hot day, an elven party enters the city with bountiful amounts of gold jewellery and swords. As they leave later that day, I sneak over to the cart and pull up the tarp. Perfect, enough room for a dwarf to lay snugly. I wake yet again to a blade in my face, but this time, it is woodelven. The Elder ponders over what to do with me when a man steps out from the crowdngathered in the hollow. A wealthy elven architect takes me in and teaches me how to build and math and angles. By the time I am 40, I have payed myself off and am set free, where I follow a dwarven troupe, which goes to a new dwarven city i havnt heard of. I reach Kal'Agnar on my 41st birthday. My true story begins now
Personality traits: Cheerful at times, but stern and commited when need be. Has a keen sense for a good build. Was raised by Wood Elves, so has a more civilised tongue.
Ambitions: To become a grand architect for a well known figure in the land.
Strengths/talents: Architecture, Mining and Logging
Weaknesses/inabilities: Swimming, running fast, admitting when a fellow dwarven kin has a better face of hair then I, spiders
Appearance: 4ft9, muscular arms from many years of lifting and wood cutting. Blonde hair and beard( made to keep short while in elven company)
. Darker then average skin from being subject to the outdoors so frequently during development. http://minecraft.novaskin.me/skin/5600311138844672/Dwarf-blacksmith-with-hamer
