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Ave, Gol Tundrak. The last of the Snelves!

Trademarked :P

Gol

OOC: Imagine this picture with whitish/grey hair, purple/pink eyes. a black headband, a spear lined at the top with wolf fur and leather shield

I Tried to make a close representation but meh I failed :P

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Born in the year 1481, 30th of Snow's Maiden

Male

Mali'Fenn High Elf

Alive

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Gol is a 6'5 high elven man, he is chiseled from his exile into the forests of Adrallan.

Young for an elf at the age of 42, he possesses a small prowess in the form of archery and sword work. His favorite weapon however is a spear, he currently has a stone spear that is adorned with wolf fur at the start before the spear-head begins. He is a adequate miner and decent smith learning from the forest dwarves he resided with before his search for his father.

Unlike most high elves he is a bit thicker and meaty from the harsh practice in the woods growing up alone in the woods at the age of 12 at the end of the fringe wars. 

He was ordered to be killed along with his mother due to Snow Elf Grand Prince Tundrak II thinking his father was a traitor, though his mother died at his loyal fathers hands, he fled, though his father assumed his death. He then traveled to the most unlikely of places for his folk to be seen-into a forest he resided for three decades. At first he was broken, his whole family were destroyed and he was a young boy. A wolf pounced on him in his enveloping pain, he wrestled with it for minutes eventually snapping its neck, to his surprise...but not only his.. forest dwarves were watching also. They saw his physical prowess and instinctively raised him to be a defender of their small community, Though more likely they knew his height would help. They trained him in their program of battle where Gol had to train under the harsh conditions to be a fighter. Kids his age would fight each other until one was unconscious from the constant pounding.

After a decade he was a prized warrior and could contend with many of the dwarves who were heavy built, though Gol is heavy built due to his training and how he ate with the dwarves for three decades. He now has gone to Cerulin and to his surprise his father went on a mission and died to orcs saving one of his men. He saw the valor and respect these wood elves had for his fathers corpse. taking his father down from the gates of Kodar'goi. Gol adorned his fathers white blindfold and dyed it black to his death and now is joined with the wood elven army called The Order of Sirame... though he swears he hears other voices with him...

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MC name:Khodvra
 

Character's name and age: Khodvra Lammen 76

Character’s Race: High Elf

What magic will you be learning?: Telekinesis

Who will be teaching you?: Jallentime or Marshal Heial

Application

Name: Khodvra Lammen

Race: Elf

Age:47

Occupation:Mercenary/cooker

Experience: Has been in a mercenary group for 2 years so proficient at sword and shield

Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): Sword, shield, Polearm

Place of Current Residence:N/A

OOC:

Username: Khodvra

Nexus Profession+Proficiency:N/A

Timezone: Eastern

Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N)Y

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?: My username for the game Minecraft is Khodvra.

How old are you?: I am of the ripe age of 15.

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

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications):I have never applied to this server.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have read the rules and yes I agree to them.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule about sexual roleplay because I feel that if somebody did this to somebody and they were under the age of 13 then it would be one: messed up period and Two: it protects those who do not fully know this stuff(oh also it is sexual harassment I believe).

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): All the rules make sense to me.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? I googled good role-play servers and your came up.

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?: Role-playing is the act of impersonating a fictional or real life figure

What is metagaming?: Meta-gaming is the act of using external information to improve your characters chances (knowing secret information that you would not know unless you saw or talked to an object or animal even though you have never encountered the object or animal before)

What is powergaming?:Powergaming is the act of creating an item or character that is god and for ex. punch you in the face and drive you through the world while you face 20 other men with your pinky alone( a little exaggerated but you get the point) Overpowered characters or objects.

In-Character Information

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

Character’s name: Khodvra Lammen

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Snow Elf

Character’s age: 47

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.):

          My parents... killed... eaten... by ice wolves on a voyage we usually traversed from Gimblewood through the northern mountains. They were humble and had kind souls but when they died my life finally started. A monk called Jeffery from the cloud temple who was travelling by carriage saw a boy... elvish only 9 which is rare due to the disease of my kind. He immediately stopped the carriage to investigate, my eyes were bloodshot from crying for hours,depraved of my childhood I thought my world was to an end. Monk Jeffery said in a deep calm voice "you no longer be afraid youngling... Where are you from" His word shook through me like a gust of fiery wind... I needed that to feel myself again, another voice in my self tormented hell. I eventually ended up in an adoption home but no one would take me... I was a monster among the humans. I did not give them a chance I knew my parents were dead and I did not want new ones. After months of me sabotaging my adoption, monk Jeffery out of his own will took me in out of self pity. I never told anyone what happened.. my greatest mistake. Father Jeffery was on his death bed, he had been feeble from so many years of aging. He asked me "son... *cough* *cough* do you love me?" I replied "sure... you took me in even though I was so foreign from what you are used to" He retorted "yes that day... I never knew what happened and I wish .. Jus.. *cough* maybe you could make an old mans wish a reality?"* he smirks*. I stand there and just look at him unable to talk... figuratively frozen in my tracks. I refuse... I just could not bring myself to do it *tear drop stains are imbued into the parchment*.

          Seconds later his final breaths have wheezed from his lungs and I look over him knowing I was now alone. For 2 elven weeks I was homeless on the streets, stealing when I could and gambling what little I did steal away. A bum... a worthless waste of time. One day I recallstealing this grand steel sword from this well equip man doing his daily duties. I ran! My heart was pulsating so fast I could not contain my excitement. This sword would pay for a lot and solve all the problems that existed within my life. I could not be more right. I opened my eyes... I was daydreaming looking at this sword... the deed was not done yet I planned it all in what seemed like a lifetime in my head. This was the moment I ran towards it. Grabbed the leather bound hilt and rushe... wait.. I look down I am 3 feet in the air.. Am I flying? No  that's ridiculous! I look behind me and a man about 6 feet tall holding me and having the grin of a child who has received candy and says "aye lade! what's this!" his breath smells of hard liquor and his hair is parted left.  I am prudently shoved on the floor with my back shoved into a hole into the dirt. He spits on me and says " You have 2 choices! One get beat up by me and thrown in jail for attempting theft! *buurp* "Aye sorry! Two! Join this band of mercenaries and be my slave until I deem you worthy and let you be free.

          I have seen what happens in jail... to my kind in the area near the city of Petrus if  I was in there they would do horrible things. So yes you guessed it I joined this man I mean his life would dim in a mere fraction of my life. This man was different however than my father... taught me to fight sword and shield and to kill... it is this date where I am now 3 elven weeks from when father jeffery passed away... this is where my journey has truly begun. Freeze... where am I? Sword is in hand, shield mounted on left wrist... screaming? Wait no battle cries, yes I am in a battle... The battle of snow. That mans name is earlier is called Laur Hafelbric. He stands in front of me battle crying to fight and bodies lay stacked across the battlefield as I peek over the trenches, the trenches I am in also carry the body count as on the battlefield.  I charged rushing with brazen look in my lavender eyes.. i look 1 comes... block, slice, over. Next one comes a bit brawnier 2 handed axe... block. I look down splintered shield, I am dead. No wait... Laur Hafelbric is dead... he saved me... The battle end and I am alive, This signifies a change in me... I cut my long elven coal hair. I am free of the chains that forever bonds me to my past... I vow to always uphold my shield and next time Laur won't die... my father won't die... I will protect their souls and bodies with perfect formation. 

Personality Traits: Optimistic, Narcissistic, Intellectual, Adores tea, If you make a mistake he WILL correct you, Feels the need to always protect and help others. 

Ambitions:His ambitions are to one day be Proficient with a sword and shield and one day lead a five man mercenary band. 

Strengths/Talents: Athletic, Good Eye-sight, Sponge-like Brain, Knows astrology, Adaptable, Quick-thinker, Good Cooker.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Bad Hearing, Thinks to fast often times, Diction not fully mastered, Talkative, Terrible Swimmer

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):  Height: 5'7 Weight 170 pounds Bushy Eyebrows, Small nose, Pale skin tone, Lavender Eyes, Black Hair (He has shaved his head in my screenshots, hence why he has no hair), Large elven ears. He wears a tattered tan tunic for his normal clothing but when battle comes he is adorned in black bear furred snow elven armor.

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):  

Armor inspiration for the skin I made from scratch: