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Name ((OOC Name)): Vargen (Battlebrawn) Surname/House: Vallberg Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): 11th of the Amber Cold, 1529 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): A Physical Description Height: 6'1 Weight: 175 lb Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Light brown Skin Color/Shade: White Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: A tattoo of a bear upon his right shoulder Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Profession/Occupation: N/A Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): Payment for Vallberg family already agreed upon with Edward Manston. Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Vargen Vallberg, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Battlebrawn, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

OOC: Username: Battlebiker Skype: You have it IC: Name: Riordan Race: Human Age: 26

Name: Vargen Vallberg Town/Lands of Residence: Bjornfort Specific Residence, if applicable: ^ Occupation: Varygian Order Skills, if any: Lumberjack, working on Woodworker -=OOC=- IGN: Battlebiker Are you in the Skype group: Yes

As the cart from Summerhall pulled up to the Felsen road once more, two heavily armoured figures stepped down onto the gravel with naturally stoic expressions. Vargen Vallberg took a moment to scan his over the street before him as his brother rushed off towards a gathering without warning. Frowning, the Northerner swiftly followed him with his armour clanking with every movement. His dark blue eyes darted around his position briefly before resting upon where Uhtred now stood, only to realise his brother's blade was out and already swinging towards a cloaked figure. Cursing, Vargen unsheathed his own sword from his belt and moved forwards as he took in what was happening. The cloaked man was lunging towards his older brother, Royce, seeming intent on inflicting injury, whilst another figure stood at the side silently. Vargen watched him carefully, thinking himself ready for any action that might occur. He secretly hoped this would be an ally in their fight, deciding he would rather not fight such a heavily armoured man such as himself with helmet and all. All around him, blows were being dealt as he heard his brother yell out in pain before moving quickly to end his foe. He barely notice the addition of a Highlander to the fight, assisting Royce in his defence against the cloaked figure. Stepping forward, Vargen sharply turned his head to watch as the armoured man ran across his path in an attempt to slam into Royce with evident force. The Northerner watched as his brother was thrown to the ground, already littered with injuries, then let out a growl of anger as he darted forwards to join the attack. He swung the blade towards the figure's neck as he battered the Highlander out of the way with considerable strength. His swing landed a blow upon his foe, causing him to stagger forwards seeming away from the fight. Vargen breathed heavily, watching as Royce was dragged away by a bystander, and was suddenly met with a loud screech that rang out all around him. He recoiled and gritted his teeth as the armoured figure stood before him once more, ready for his opponent's next attack. Completely ignoring everything else around him, now that Royce was being tended to by a crowd of people, Vargen let out a yell in retaliation and charged forwards in an attempt to thrust his blade into the figure's neck inbetween his armour. His mark hit true, slicing into the skin smoothly with a swift movement. The Northerner started to smile in triumph to himself, thinking his victory had come, but the armoured man seemed completely unphased as he stared back through his helmet. With the other hand still holding the large battered shield, the figure thrust his gauntlet forwards towards the wrist which held Vargen's sword. Vargen staggered backwards, tugging at the blade desperately in an attempt to remove it. His breathing was heavy and his movements rushed and panicked as the gauntlet came at him again, trying to throttle his neck whilst he was pre-occupied. Vargen finally released his sword, moving himself back towards the nearest cart for cover as he looked over the figure before him. Undead for sure, a dreadknight perhaps, he thought bluntly to himself as he regained his breath. The armoured man had become silent again, staring the Northerner down from where he stood, with a newly acquired weakness visable within his neck after the attack. It glanced around quickly at all the bystanders, ready to jump into battle after it, and quickly raised its shield as it slunk away towards the nearest cart. Vargen watched his foe depart, cursing himself for feeling too tired and inexperienced to give chase. To his further dismay, nobody moved to stop the dreadknight with its shield raised high in protection from any sudden attacks as it disappeared behind the dockland cart. His ears were still ringing as he stood motionlessly, barely acknowledging the shouts regarding Royce's injuries or the exclamations as to who the figure was. Vargen didn't care too much. His brothers would live with the right treatment and no bystanders had gotten involved in his family's fight. But ultimately he had failed himself. In letting the dreadknight disappear, he had continued the spree of another threat upon Oren and its citizens, and would pay the price with his guilt. Reluctantly sheathing his sword, consciously wishing the next soul that encountered the being good fortune, he moved to silently rest a hand upon his nephew's shoulder as they slowly followed the group carrying his brother onto the next cart back to Summerhall. (Haven't posted on the forums in a long time, nor have I written anything in about a year, so forgive me if there's feedback needed)

I got infected with 0 roleplay as well, pretty pissed off at that to be honest. Didn't even know there was a sickness to be evaded until the spam kept hitting me. It's a bloody nuisance when roleplaying. But alas, my character is infected and I shall roleplay the illness as required. Even if it does mean getting avoided by everyone I come across..

Wait, why does everyone want their items back if we're literally about to get a new map?

Internet Explorer.

Yep, only on this forum for me too. Never encountered it before, it's strange. I can live with it, it's just a real inconvenience when posting links and such, obviously.

As the title says, I'm completely unable to use copy and paste in any posts I make on the forums. If I were to right click and paste, or use ctrl C and ctrl V, nothing is pasted at all. I've also tried pressing the three clipboard buttons (paste, paste as plain text and paste from word) and nothing happens. Wondered if there was any fix/help for this problem as it's going to be a bit frustrating in the future to have to write out links and such, like how I had to write out the entire application because I was unable to copy and paste it. Thanks in advance.

The only problem I've really got at the moment is where to head! I'm sure someone will lead me in a suitable direction eventually, it's just starting out afresh that's the first step! Thank you all for being so welcoming, it's really felt good to be joining the server :)

Hello, thought it might be useful to introduce myself. I'm Battlebiker, also known as Battle or Ryan, and I came across LOTC from the recommendation of a few friends (including the recently joined Alicedew). Really looking forward to trying the server out, I've been into minecraft/forum roleplay for a good few years now and it'll be great to roleplay properly again. Haven't hopped on the server yet, been revising for exams currently, but as soon as it's all over I'll hop on and begin my first adventure! Looking forward to meeting some new people and roleplayers too :)

Out-Of-Character Information (Note, wasn't able to copy and paste the actual application into a new thread no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I copied every question and wrote this out by hand. Dedication, eh?) What's your Minecraft Account Name?: Battlebiker How old are you?: 17 Are you aware this server is PG-13?: I am aware. Have you applied to this server before?: Never before. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have read the rules. What's the rule you agree to the most?: Respecting other players and perma-killing those that abuse the resurrection system. Are there any rules that confuse you or don't make sense?: The only thing I was unsure about is if your character has to forget their entire roleplay history leading up to their death upon resurrection, or just that singular RP it took place in. If this could be confirmed, that would be great. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Through other players recommending it as a great RP experience in MC. Definitions What is roleplaying?: The acting of, or pretending to be, another character. What is meta-gaming?: Where the player uses their own knowledge that the character would not/should not know when roleplaying as that character. What is powergaming?: When a character is roleplayed as being too powerful/strong/skilled, such as being able to dodge every attack. In-Character Information Character's name: Calden Reese Character's gender: Male Character's race: Human Character's age: 32 Biography: Calden was born in the small village of Oakhearth, to Edward and Katherine Reese. Katherine worked as a barmaid in the local tavern whilst his father was a woodcutter for the community. He assisted in the construction of new houses and was a very welcoming man to any of the travellers that passed by. Growing up with little friends, and no siblings, Calden's days consisted of helping his mother and father to complete their tasks whilst talking to those that would stop for a drink in the tavern. Here he heard tales of the rest of the world around him and vowed to leave the comfort of his village to see it for himself one day. Being an adventurous sort, Calden found great interest in the remains of the Cultist settlements that were nearby and always enjoyed climbing around the cemetery and imagining he was fighting the ghosts that came from the graves. As he grew older, he reluctantly joined his father as a woodcutter and assisted in the slow growth of Oakhearth. With barely anyone of his own age around, Calden grew socially awkward and began to prefer his own company. However, he still dreamt of taking to the roads of Athera and knew that he would find his destiny out there someday. Around the age of 21, Calden's life was drastically changed as his mother was the victim of a robbery at the tavern. Two roughly armoured men entered the room, demanding money from Katherine Reese behind the bar, wielding a knife and a sword between them. She gave into their demands, handing them a bag of gold, but tried to call out for her husband and Calden before they could leave. One of them stabbed her fiercely and they both ran out into the night, leaving her to bleed to death on the tavern floor. As a result, Calden and his father grew much closer to one another and Calden's plans of leaving were delayed as he knew his father would be heart-broken if his son were to leave him. Six months later, the swamps surrounding Oakhearth finally took their toll on Edward Reese and he developed an unknown fatal disease that left him bedridden and unable to work. With his time split between caring for his father and bringing in income from the woodcutting, Calden was left to watch as his father died a week later. This brought Calden into darkness and he immediately left the village to pursue a new life in the unfamiliar lands around him. However, walking along the roads as he had always planned to, Calden felt he was letting down his parents by finally leaving Oakhearth and the surrounding landscapes only reminded him of his home and the events that occurred. His sorrow eventually led him to the nearest boat and away from the land of Athera, hoping to return one day when he felt ready to settle down. Calden continued to travel across seas and lands, every location a blur to him, continuing to satisfy his need for adventure. This lasted for a number of years, with the thought of his homeland never completely fading. His guilt eventually subsided and he realised his parents would be proud of the man he had become, making his living through helping people with odd jobs to pay for his travelling supplies, and Calden allowed himself to enjoy life a little more. It is now ten years since Calden left Athera's shore and, at the age of 32, he has returned to finally discover the lands that he left behind in sorrow and to see what awaits him since his departure so long ago. Personality Traits: Calden is a quiet individual, enjoying his own thoughts and as little company as possible. He is tactical in his thinking and prefers to negotiate his way out of conflict or to avoid it all together. However, once his loyalty is earned, he is a valuable ally and will go out of his way to settle any problems his friends might have. Despite preferring his own company, Calden does find some peace in a tavern atmosphere due to his upbringing and is happy to drink or talk the night away with a close friend away from the busy bar. He also is fond of nature and his travelling is an important and peaceful aspect to his life. Ambitions: To continue to discover the world around him in his travelling and to find somewhere he feels suited to and comfortable enough to settle down to raise a family. Strengths/Talents: Calden is very skilled with a knife, due to years of using it as an assistance tool on the roads, and is able to carve wood with ease using it. He is also a strong individual but prefers to use his negotiation and bartering skills, when required to speak, to help him forwards. He is also a keen writer, keeping a journal within his coat for his travels, and is average at using a bow. Weaknesses: This includes his weak social skills, fear of fire, allergy to rabbit meat and failure at cooking. Appearance: Calden is a tall individual, his head barely scrapping the top of a door frame, and has short scruffy chestnut hair with a roughly shaven chin. This is usually covered by a thin black fabric mask that covers the lower part of his face that he has grown accustomed to wearing through his travelling. It might make him look sinister or shifty but it is mainly worn to cover his face from any winds and to make him feel more comfortable due to his lack of social skill. His eyes are a deep blue and a few freckles still dot his nose. He has a thick build and his large chest is covered in a number of deep scars from a feral wolf attack during his previous travels. His attire consists of a long black coat, lined with golden trimmings, that brushes the ground at his feet. This covers a thin grey shirt and comfortable black woollen trousers. He also wears heavy black travelling boots, made of a worn leather, and his black mask. (Strangely unable to copy and paste anything still, including links, so typed this again) http://imgur.com/WM16kBW