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!
What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Nomaska
How old are you?: Sixteen.
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am.
Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Yes, but I have no link. I applied around two/three years ago.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: "No explicit RP'ing", this isn't Moon Guard, lmfao. I believe this is a good rule, as it keeps the gameplay player friendly and... healthy.
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): Nope.
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? I believe I saw a PMC post on it when I first applied.
Definitions
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?: Acting out a role or persona in which you do not physically belong to, in order to live life differently through that persona's eyes.
What is metagaming?: Using something outside of the ruleset to your own advantage.
What is powergaming?: Focusing your attention in order to work towards one specific goal.
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Nomaska Syrin
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: High Elf
Character’s age: Nineteen.
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.): Birthed to father Dereveus Syrin, and mother Rystalek Syrin, I soon discovered that I had an affinity for the pursuit of knowledge, and more importantly, wisdom. Soon after my twelfth birthday, I was acquainted with a former Elven scholar, who taught me not only the ways of the world, but also trained me in tradeskills, such as leatherworking and breeding, which I quickly disregarded as I found them irrelevant to my own ambitions and dreams. Soon after receiving my training in tradeskills, at the age of sixteen, I left the scholar to learn the ways of alchemy and enchanting, as I had always aspired to be an alchemist ever since I was a child. I studied day and night, often to the point of exhaustion and strain, to learn as much as I could about enchanting and alchemy, as fast as I could. Late one night, after a stressful day of studying, I heard shouting from outside, "strange," I said, as I went to prepare myself for bed. The shouting grew louder, until I heard one of the persons outside shout "Help! I'm being attacked!" Quickly, I roused my parents, and grabbed a knife to run out into the foray that waited me outside. I spotted the man, laying on the floor, strangely still, as I ran over to his body to perform a diagnosis on his state of health, but I see that he is in no harm. Suddenly, the man lunges up and wraps his hands around my throat, as another man runs out of the cover of the shadows to grab me from behind. Suddenly, I draw my knife and slice at the man grabbing me by the throat, my sudden movement knocking the man behind me off of balance, as I push my weight against him, causing him to topple over. I turn around, and see that the man that had tried to grab me was my father, with anger in his eyes, he looks at me and says "Ever since you were a young child, I had been making my income by performing raids on settlements, and traders passing amongst the roads linking the villages. I'm expected to fill the role of the leader, but I have been told that I am incapable of doing it while I have a child", as I look at him in distress and see the glint in his eyes, fade into darkness as he draws a sword and tries to run me through. I move to the side, narrowly dodging his lunge, as I run into my father, forcing my daggers blade deep into his stomach. I look at him as he whispers on his dying breath "You've never failed me, son. You have a place in this world, and I'm sorry I tried to take it from you." One last sigh is released before his eyes close and his essence fades into darkness. I turn to run from the settlement, and see my mother in the corner of my eye. She shouts at me "You murderer! Why have you killed your own father? You are no son of mine, and don't you dare ever let me see your face around here again!" I look at her, empty, as I come to the realization that I have no parents now, nor a place to stay. So I set off on the path, realizing that I should head to the fabled Silver City, and eventually come across a trader. I sell him my last two healing potions, for a quick amount of change, and continue on my journey towards a shore-side settlement in which I can take a boat. Ever so slowly, but nonetheless, I come across a settlement that ferries boat rides to the Silver City. I pay the ferrymaster, and gradually get onto the ferry. Only to be ferried away to the Silver City to start my life anew as a scholar and alchemist.
Personality Traits: Lone, yet wise.
Ambitions: To become the wisest Elder to ever be in the realm of Athera.
Strengths/Talents: Intelligence and foresight.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Physical strength, and physical combat.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Six feet eight inches, one hundred fifty pounds, skinny and lean, with long, grayish silver hair.
Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): http://imgur.com/ZRw578G
Actual screenshot wont load, so I'm going to link to the Skindex. http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/5268324/elf/
