Myself
What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: TheRealPumpkin
How old are you?: 16
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Now I am :D jk
Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No, and hopefully I won’t need to :)
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: Abusing Glitches/ Hacks
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): Soulstones and Loss of memory rules
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Google :D
Definitions
Roleplaying: Playing/Acting In-Character. You feel, do, think, act, and live your character. You are escaping reality to be someone fictional, in this situation being a dark elf.
Metagaming: Sneaking through using external sources information (Do not use what your character can’t use in-game)
Powergaming: Jumping directly towards achieving your goal without going through all possible steps to achieve that.
Character
Father: Aemen
Mother: Irbes
(father)Grandfather: Esteldaer
(father)Grandmother: Balrandis
(mother)Grandfather: Lagorben
(mother)Grandmother: Faervel
Character’s name: Duvaindir
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: Dark Elf
Character’s age: 405
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.):
I am a Dark Elf from Old Aegis, but we travelled so much I don’t even know in which direction it is. I grew up in a small village with my family, but at the age of 90, I wandered into forest finding another elf, all by himself, around the same age I am. He told that a someone sneaked in their village and he is the only one alive, or something like that. After that I immediately took him to my village, just in order to find out that my village has been raided too. After that we lived and survived together. Only after a month I found out that his name is Bruinir. He talks so much that I got used to ignoring the unimportant pieces of his endless rants and rambles.
I am always in my own mind, even though Bruinir would never stop talking. We travel a lot and I find it hard to sleep with him, but we can’t really split apart. In tight situation we always stick together and somehow are able to get out alive. We wouldn't be able to survive this long without each other. The only thing I regret about our friendship is the fact that I have ears. During the years of traveling we crafted ourselves bows, arrows, stone knives, leather backpacks and we even camouflaged ourselves with leaves. I am still trying to convince Bruinir that a leather backpack is a lot more efficient than his leaf one, but unfortunately I can’t change his morals. Bruinir taught me the mastery of woodworking and enhanced my abilities in archery, in return I started educating him on combat skills and stonemasonry. Each time we train, I end up killing something, leading that to a boring ritual of his. After a couple a decades we decided to start our journey looking for adventure. (We lived outside of society; we know nothing of the factual history)
Usually at night, I wake up when Bruinir is sleeping so that I won't hear his voice soaking my ears until they fold from dryness. I find a tranquil spot on hill or near a lake, I just try to extinguish all my burning soul, I drown all the bad memories I have, I am able to remove all of them... except one. My village, my family, my friends, they are all gone. Just a single thought lights up my soul all over again, it lets out a fiery beast in me. Fortunately I don't let that fiery beast out. Bruinir is helping me with that, he is the only family I got now. No Bruinir, no Family. No Family, no thoughts. No thoughts, no control. No control..... no me.
During the long years of traveling, hunting, surviving, we jumped over from one realm to another. Each single time, we spent at least a couple of days in order craft a boat. It took us blood, sweat, and tears to carve that vehicle out of a wood trunk. Travelling through the realms, we visited a lot of villages and cities. We were able to find out that everyone is moving in advance. Now we are currently in Athera. We settled in The Forest of Adrallan for a couple of days. We were first planning to visit Petrus, and we did. Maybe we will be able to obtain something useful is the capital of the Holy Oren Empire. After visiting Petrus, we decide to visit the Haelun’or, an Elven state, consisting mostly of High Elves. We went there with our main purpose of acquiring a map. Since the High Elves in Haelun’or have harsh rules about visitors, we weren’t able to stay there long, but we were able to get map. Since now we have a map it is probably a lot easier to navigate.
Personality Traits:
• Calm, but I like to express emotions through fighting.
• Over-protective for Bruinir
• I like to follow a direct set of rules, but Bruinir likes to break them.
Ambitions:
• Survive
• Explore
• Improve our skills
Strengths/Talents:
• Aggressive combatir
• War master
• Stealth
• Stonemason
Weaknesses/Inabilities:
• I don’t trust anyone except Bruinir
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):
Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):
• 190 cm
• 79 kg
• Muscular
I couldn't upload a picture of my skin, instead here is the link to the skin itself(I didn't make this, made by anonymous):
http://i.imgur.com/mNEpN8o.png
I am going to collaborate with my friend mertje333, please accept both for our background stories to work. :D
