ChiefEightMarsh

Legionnaire and Battlesmith, Argus Grandaxe, crashes his war axe against his shield as he prepares to march alongside his kin for the territories of elvenkind.

Argus Grandaxe groans to himself as he reads over a copy of the notice. "T'e sons ov t'e mountain continue tu' beh stoifled by t'ose weh regard our brothers."

Good guy. + 1

As the young Nyle Flint was making his way along the road towards the town of Karovia, he stopped very suddenly in his tracks, perking his head up into the air. For merely a brief moment, he had thought he'd heard the distinct sound of a mysterious cry in the wind, likely belonging to a female. Alas, so soon after he had heard the noises, the air had all but faded to a cold and bitter silence. Though not a superstitious man, he'd felt his hand trembling slightly, as he peered into the darkness of the nearby forest. From there, he simply stared, unsure as to how to act. He tried to listen once more but no sound beyond the howling of the wind came to his ears. "It was probably nothin'," he mumbled beneath his breath as he then turned to continue on his way down the road once more.

"Good lad." Nyle Flint says to himself as he reads over one of the condemnations.

As Nyle Flint is making his way down the road towards the Yinn Corporation's headquarters in Karovia, he stops in his tracks as his gaze is met with the grizzly sight of hundreds of rotting corpses, left over from the recent battle. He bows his head as he notices the robed figures lingering over the bodies of the fallen, uttering prayers and administering the last rites to the deceased. "Canonist n' proud indeed." he mutters to himself as he continues on his way towards Karovia.

Nyle Flint reads over one of the notices proclaiming the alliance, murmuring to himself as he turns towards one of his fellow miners. "To equate us common folk of 'umanity with the undead scourge is both an insult and a blummin' falsity. Not all of we 'o live in n' serve Akovia 'ave even a drop of Raevir blood runnin' through our veins. These foreigners deem 'emselves fittin' to deal death upon folk, yet are blind to the evils of their own actions. I wonder 'ow many lives we will all 'ave to give before this conflict 'as met its end."

Though not a Raevir himself, Nyle Flint hears word of the declaration of war whilst polishing his newly forged sword. "If some short foreign pricks want to 'arm our kin, we'll give 'em a good fight. May these bastards pay for their bloodlust."

MC Name: ChiefEightMarsh

IC Name: Nyle Flint

Race: Human

Past Groups you Participated in: None in particular, though I currently work as a miner, gathering resources for the Yinn Corportion which is based in Karovia. This is also where I make my home.

Why you want to join: To experience a life of fortune and adventure, and to explore the wider world.

Do you have Teamspeak(Info given in PM): No, though I can probably download it if neccessary.

Do you have Skype(Info asked in PM): Not currently for LotC, though I can get one.

Nyle Flint sighs to himself as he catches word of the dispute. "Bloody nobles playin' with our lives as if they don't mean naffin'... At least King Andrik 'as 'is priorities right."

Nyle Flint looks up to the King as he makes his speech from the market place, readying his trusty pickaxe for battle.

Nyle Flint smiles as he hears word of a new King in Akovia. Dusting off his ragged clothes of dirt and soot from the mines, he wonders how he can come about meeting him one day.

Out-Of-Character Information

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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: ChiefEightMarsh

How old are you?: 20

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes, I am aware.

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No, this will be my first time playing.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read and agree to all the server rules.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule I agree with most is the one prohibiting any form of hacking.

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): No, I can understand all the rules as they are.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Through watching various videos about the server over youtube.

Definitions

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In-Character Information

Character’s name: Nyle Flint

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human (Heartlander)

Character’s age: 21

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.): Nyle Flint spent much of his life in the city of Petrus, the jewel and centre of the human empires. However, his existence was far from the opulent lives of the nation's nobility, spending his early years being raised in an old and run down orphanage. He himself was likely though not certainly, bastard-born, having known neither his mother nor father. Rather he had had been left on the orphanage's doorstep one night, without a letter or trace of any family to be found. There he had had grown up upon dreams of the outside world, hearing the tales of great heroes of all races including his own who had ventured forth from their birthplaces and found either great riches or brought immeasurable fame to their names. At the same time, he detested life in the orphanage, knowing only too well that when he came of age, he would likely be sent to do work for barely a coin to last him through the Deep Cold.

For the first time in his life, he chose to take fate into his own hands. At the age of thirteen, he carried with him what he could and crept out of an open window, while the orphanage's staff were asleep. From there, he found refuge in an abandoned section of the sewers, sleeping on an old ragged bed cloth he had taken with him. As the years went by and he matured into a young man, his tendency to act before thinking cost him much more than he had ever imagined. In order to survive, he had resorted to living a life of thievery. At first it was only food and clothes, but as time went on, he had begun to set his sights on bigger and bigger prizes. Soon enough, his luck would run out. He had noticed one of the local stalls displaying an ornate golden necklace, possibly of dwarven craft. Knowing that if he could only take it, and sell it off to a buyer, he would likely have the chance to afford to live a life outside the city, he took his chances and awaited the opportune moment to make his move. Creeping in slowly as the salesman's back was turned, Nyle shuffled towards the stall, being careful to make sure nobody was watching. From there, he slowly clasped his fingers around the necklace and pulled it towards him, before sliding it into one of his pockets. Without a moment's hesitation, he then turned to walk away.

From behind him however, a voice called out in anger. "Thief! Stop him!" Nyle continued on, his pace quickening slightly as he did not dare turn his head to look around. Meanwhile, guards quickly flooded into the crowd, one accompanied at the end of a leash by a fierce looking dog, saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. As he could not help himself but take a peek, a horrified look crossed his face as he turned to see that the salesman had raised a crooked finger, pointed directly towards him. Breaking immediately into a sprint, Nyle attempted to outrun the guards, turning into a dark alleyway from where he believed he could make his escape. Alas, his attempts were in vain. The dog quickly caught up to him, the beast tearing at the back of his legs with its gnashing teeth to bring him plummeting to the ground. As it begun to gnaw at his face, he screamed allowed, yet to little avail as the dog would not let go. Finally he found himself in a position to aim a sharp kick at the dog's nose, and from there as he did so, it yelped allowed, releasing him from the clutch of its jaws. Without looking back, Nyle once more scurried onwards, a tight grip held on the bloodied wound on his face. 

By the time he had reached safety, he found he had lost the necklace during the scuffle with the dog. Though still young at the time, the encounter had left him scarred for life, both mentally and physically. He was left entirely blind in his right eye, while an awful looking gash had been left torn down his cheek. Meanwhile, he had come out of the encounter with nothing. Though he had little choice but to continue this life until he had found himself with a prize to afford a life outside the city, he often wondered what would come first. Would he finally find what he was looking for or would the next attempt at thievery be his last? With an ounce of luck, he could only hope for the best. Unaligned to any cause, he cared not for the happenings of the rich folk and often found his work unhindered by the changes in leadership over the years. Somewhere however, that yearning to venture beyond the only life he had known had not left him.

Personality Traits: Impulsive, charismatic, though perhaps more kindhearted deep down than he first appears.

Ambitions: His ambitions are somewhat conflicted. In his younger years, he sought to adventure the wider world and seek fortune and purpose in his life. However, somewhere along the way he became torn from these goals and instead found himself left only with a will to survive the toilsome and unsettled existence to which he lived.

Strengths/Talents: He is agile, quick on his feet, and has some strength in his arms from the years living in the criminal underworld of Petrus. He knows how to move around unseen and is somewhat of a trickster.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Nyle is completely blind in one eye and therefore struggles at certain tasks, in particular the usage of a bow. He also lacks a proper education and therefore is still very ignorant of the world around him, particularly of the lands that lie beyond the borders of human territories.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): He bears a distinct scar on his right eye, from where he was left blinded by the dog attack in his younger years. He is of a medium height and build and has fairly rugged looks.

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