Out-Of-Character Information
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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: xXWolfcrashXx/thelegoguy770
How old are you?: 13
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes and I am not naive/Innocent in the slightest.
Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No I have not.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read the rules thoroughly and I accept them.
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: No trolling/No breaking server lore
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): Not really, none that confuse me. It does make me a little annoyed that I cant strip mine, but I do understand it
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?
Umm...I think I found it in a google search for RP servers but I'm not 100% sure.
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?:
Roleplaying is similar to playing pretend, what it is in this case is playing as your character in a more serious manner in that you actually talk and act as your character and don't break character that often.
What is metagaming?:
Metagaming is using OOC (Out of character) Information to give you an advantage in roleplay situations. A example being: Someone is plotting an attack against a settlement and posts stuff about it on the forums and the leader of said settlement or anyone in the settlement for matter uses that information to warn people or be prepared for the attack.
What is powergaming?:
Powergaming or "God moding" as referred to by some people is making your character very overpowered and powerful starting out being able to crush anyone immidiently, or do things that are almost impossible easily like someone having the power to mutter a single word and kill anyone instantly.
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: Grom Stonehammer
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: Cave Dwarf
Character’s age: 140
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 was a small boy. Today was the day I was going to ask my father to help me forge my first weapon, I had already known much about the art of blacksmithing from watching him and the other folk of my clan, The Blackrock Clan. Every day the men of the clan and even a lot of women would go to the mead hall and celebrate our victories in battle, our honor, and our sovereignty.
I was outside training with a training dummy and my wooden axe swinging it at the dummy as I noticed my father walk outside. He was holding a piece of paper and seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. I quickly rushed over to him and asked him if he could help me with something, He replied with "No Grom. Not right now...Get inside with your mother." I gave a confused look as he simply said "Please. Just go. I want you safe." He gave a concerned look and walked away heading towards the main gate. I went inside as he instructed and my mother seemed to know what was going on as well and told me to go up to my room.
I did as she said but my curiosity got the best of me and I snuck out the window and sneakily headed towards the main gate and hid behind a corner next to a house and listened to the conversation between my father and the general of the clans soldiers, "When did the scouts find this out?" "About 3 hours ago." "So whats the plan..?" "We have 3 lines of soldiers ready guarding the gate as well as 14 archers up on the battlements. 2 other lines are spread out through the town and we have over 30 guarding the keep." "Why so many at the keep?" "We must keep the king safe, That's the most visible place of interest that they will most likley attack" "Shouldn't the most soldiers spread about through the town keeping citizens safe?" "No. The king is top priority and anything said against that could get you executed." "..." "Keep that chin up soldier, we're gonna need your help...This may be the last battle we have.." Resting against that wall I inhaled and exhaled and felt scared and confused at the same time.
A few hours later I saw a bounty of soldiers line up at the gate as other guards scrambled and patrolled around the city. One of them spotted me and told me "What are ye doin outside kid? Yer not safe out here. Get inside now." I replied with "Why? Whats going on?" He simply said "Don't worry about it just get indoors and stay put until instructed otherwise." I did as he said and headed back home. My mother waiting at the door was very upset and once again I was sent up to my room, This time for more reasons than one. I sat there for about a hour watching the window..The soldiers marching.. At that moment the gates were burst open by the Little bastards....Goblins..My eyebrows rushed to the top of my head as I saw these vermin charge through the gates skewering the soldiers with their speers..screaming "THESE CAVES ARE OURS!" Trampling over the ground and killing our men they started burning our buildings and slaughtering civilians on the way to the keep. I then heard a crash downstairs..I hesitated to walk down to see what it was and I felt so terrible for doing so..but afterwards I heard my mother say "Go ahead..Take me! DO IT YOU BASTARD!" Followed by...A sound I dont want to remember but do so vividly..(
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At that moment I was about to shed a tear and sadness was overflowing in the recesses of my soul but shortly after that sadness was burned and destroyed by the feeling of hatred and anger. I ran downstairs in a fit of rage as I high kicked him in his crotch, ran past him and grabbed a shortsword of a rack on the wall and stabbed it through his stomach with the force of all my rage, fear, and depression. As he fell to his knees and I yanked the sword back out his stomach with another scream of pain I whispered to him, "Good riddance, (sob) devil." And at that moment a feeling of gratitude and fulfillment had overwritten some of my fear and sadness and I had felt what seemed like..happiness but more...darker and...fulfilling not to say evil though, for it was the heat of battle, something I had heard of but not truly experienced before.
Afterwards I rushed out of the burning house into the battle between the soldiers and goblins, the soldiers all had looks of pure utter shock as they saw me, a child holding a sword...with blood on it. I immediately started hacking and slashing and stabbing into goblins, the shock of a child fighting them made them not fight as well. Finally one of them got the guts to try to crush me under the head of his club when I turned around and relentlessly jumped to the ground to get out of the way he tries to shove the club into my mouth when I roll out of the way of that I quickly get up before he trys to have another swing at me I block it with the shortsword, I try to push against his force he completely overwhelms me and the sword is pushed out of my hands as he lifts his club over his head I make a hasty retreat as a arrow is shot into the back of my shoulder and I reluctantly climb up into a archer tower and recover as well as hide..
A few hours later the sound of metal clashing and bones breaking finally stopped and all that I heard was burning...I climbed down from the tower to see nothing but the town burning to the ground, I wasn't the only survivor. As I explored the wreckage I found other people hiding like me. I fled the place with everyone else and most of us just wandered until we found a place to settle, I myself found the village of Gimblewood As a child I would come out with other people and talk but tried to avoid conversation about parents and where I lived being that I assumed both my parents were gone and that I just slept next to the inn on a grassy hill near two trees, but eventually people found out and just sort of thought of me as that one homeless kid. Thats how I lived my life for a long time until I reached my teens, that's when I started to pull my weight around the town, I got a room and the inn, started tending to horses, and even working around the inn a bit, I'm 140 years old now. I've had goals to travel Athera for knowledge of the arts of Smithing, Enchanting, And Combat. Now is the time I begin my journey...
Personality Traits: Grom Is very stubborn when it comes to doing what he thinks is right and getting rid of evil, on the other hand grom tries to be fairly serious when its appropriate but on the inside he is friendly all the same and loves a good pint of ale or a fight whether its sparring or slicing zombies heads under his axe.
Ambitions: He wishes to learn the arts of smithing, enchanting, and combat.
Strengths/Talents: Not many to start with but he of course knows a bit about smithing and wielding an axe
Weaknesses/Inabilities: He is not very skilled with a bow and has a spider phobia.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):
Short for a human, tall for a dwarf. (4 feet 5 inches) and weighs about 250-280 pounds (I'm not good with weight measurements and even height was hard)
Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guidehere):
