avemechanicus

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! Definition What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: avemechanicus How old are you?: 19 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Aye Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The Rule against metagaming, a problem on an older rp server I used (and still do). 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): The soulstone mechanics, primarily the uses and rp justifications, in addition to the concept of memory loss of death. Second, a more pressing note, I wandered the forums for weeks prior to making this app and noted the occasional half-elf or orc-blooded human, and I had a desire to play one, faults and all. Would this be immediately allowed, or would I need to have my rp tested with time? I am by default assuming that it would be allowed. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? A listing of roleplay servers, and a desire for a change of mood from my usual locale, leading up to finding a somewhat more positive community for good natured, if not heroic roleplay. Something awarding to interesting roleplay, rather than running a mold with a name. And without scimitar wielding elven paragons of everything righteous, that also control plants. s 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! What is roleplaying?: To place perceive through a different lens of thought and ideals, to not be oneself. To be someone else in differing circumstances than your typical scenario. What is metagaming?: Utilising knowledge not acquired in character (or assumed in facet of character) against an opponent or situation as to be unnervingly against prowess displayed or listed by the inducer. “...how does a 5 year old know how to use the ballista aiming gear?” or simpler, “We’ve never seen eachother, how do you know my name?’ What is powergaming?: Directing a character’s existence and development to a certain angle at the exclusion of all others, dodging a point blank crossbow squad shot, karate chopping through a helmet, similar impossible feats In-Character Information Character’s name: Karshk Character’s gender: Male Character’s race: Uruk/Human (Heartlander) Hybrid favouring the Uruk side Character’s age: 20 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.): Gin, two wanderers, both lonely from time and bloodshed, the whitewash and the mercenary pikewoman joined in a strange love, and from it came the wanderer in a hundred hues. Karshk wandered with them, a child of motion and happy songs, in their little circuit of the desert, dry and desolate, few uruks wandering this dessicated piece of sand, as part of a nomadic band, and in this life he was happy. Stories were told of dashing warriors, and princesses, monsters and mages, and in this life he was happy. A little heaven in the sands and cold nights. Life come foremost, and strength was gained in blades light and quick, strength came to toned limbs, and clothing often torn in exertion, all this done, with a faint soreness in the heart, a longing for the world beyond the band, for riches and drink, for food to sate the heat within, for the glory spoken of by his honourable father, and the sights sung of by his aging mother. The conniving sand rat ate up the tales like steaks, savouring them, and brewing his own long into the firelit night. Adulthood came with it a strange pain of it’s own, the community casting out those with eyes too focused on the horizon, straying from the simple ethics into desire for shine and waters foreign. The halfblood was one lost to this law, taking hitch with another band, daggers adorned with scrimshaw of imaginings and hunts. On the day of leaving, the pain stopped, and his eyes and heart opened in joy, for the world had came for him, and he for it, the sand no longer weighing his steps, a fate to be had, tales to be heard and sung apart the cloistered tongues of home, a new world to buckle swash in, and strike it rich. Karshe saw his future across the world, and he smiled at the possibilities. It is a world to be lived, and he intends to live to the fullest. There is a world to be seen, and tales to to be told. Personality Traits: Pragmatic, good-natured, aggressive but prone to being a follower, dry, somewhat conniving, tenuously intelligent, shifting from eloquent to dim as the fancy takes him, or when losing focus on the situation. Generally pleasant in an offhanded manner. Prone to bouts of cynicism and bitterness, usually do to his own problems. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight Height: 7ft, without the excessive bulk of an Uruk. Weight ranges a flat 200 pounds. Hair is black, dreadlocks, with a rising, but small mo-hawk formed from them. Facial structure is light, and focused on the jaw. Said jaw is not overdeveloped as an Uruk, but rather well matched to the above, and augmented with small pale tusks. Usually clad in loose fabric, full of clashing colours. Skin is a somewhat light tan, mixed with green. Eyes are a steady red, a further betrayal from his Uruk side. A rather well grown, jaw bound beard of black hair lines his lower face. A green bandana is the one constant from his scattered apparel, shoes and pants changing, currently bound in a simple scavenged pink cape. Muscles are heavy, but tight, limbs gangly and light in hair. Ambitions: Coin, companionship, and experience, hedonistic desires such as food and drink. Whatever scraps of interesting knowledge that can be obtained, whether useless or otherwise. Usually a secure place to reside and think is all that is immediately obtainable. He has little idea what he really wants, and is more concerned with enjoying himself than actually doing something. Somewhat the stereotypical adventurer. Strengths/Talents: Rather sturdy and perceptive (when not overstimulated), friendly, rather durable (compared to a human) Attuned reflexes, but nothing superhuman Positive in personality, and quick to forgive, somewhat able in feats of strength (in compare to a human), an accomplished wayfarer/traveler. Survivalist with more than a few pleasant tales to tell to those that cross his path, and a rapier wit, as quick with shedding blood as cracking jokes. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Metabolic instability brought on by genetic mixing, resulting in a lack of energy at times, or an inability to rest, frequently dehydrated, a looming hatred of elves that borders on paranoia. They’re out for his soul, or similar deranged delusions. a habit of being overstimulated into confusion or fear. Lesser strength than his uruk bloodline, coupled with lessened endurance, albeit closer to the norm. The curses of his two bloodlines, innate violence without the prowess of the Uruks, mated with the spectre of his own mortality, pressed upon by his own internal troubles. General lack of education. Unable to understand the Blah, and a general lack of knowledge of Orcish culture. Military skills and knowledge are at the militia level, no actual training in official combat styles, sans some dagger work, a hunting spear, and the occasional heavy item to bludgeon things with. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin Screenshot here [click me!]