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?: hatybee
How old are you?: 15
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes
Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Not that i remember
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The combat rp, cyber bullying and god moding
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): The lore and the map of lotc (so i can find locations of cities and such)
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? The inter webs
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?: To play out a characters action, behavior and thought within a game
What is metagaming?: To meta game is to use OOC information to gain an unfair advantage Icly
What is powergaming?: To power game is to Force an action on someone that cannot be stopped.
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: Gruk Bogrum
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: Orc
Character’s age: 23
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.):
Sprawled out upon a hill within the Eruthos canyon , making it impossible to see the ground underneath, were Multiple dozens of dead bandits and mercenaries. Of particular note was the creature that was on his knee on top of the hill. At first glance it seemed that he was on a hill but upon closer inspection you could see glimmers here and there from the armor of the dead Soldiers that had formed up to create the hill.
In his right hand was a long Scythe like weapon, matching the figure's height at seven feet. Instead of having just one blade, the scythe had blades that were two feet long on one sides of the shaft and half a feet on the other. The longer blade was single edged while that shorter blad was more like an axe. If one made a closer inspection upon the man who was on his knees, one could tell that he was not human. From his mouth, the two large teeth grew outwards, two inches in length, marking him as the race of war the Uruk. On his back was half inch plate mail that had multiple holes in it. His eyes, barely visible with his drooping eyelids, were stormy grey. If someone saw him right now, they would wonder how he was still alive. His left arm, from the middle of the bicep, was a deep cut. There were tens of arrows that poked out from his back as if he was a porcupine.
"Haa.. I sure caused a mess, didn't I? Haha. at least I don't have any regrets about leaving this cursed life….. I've finally avenged you Chrystal…...Ahhh.. Why am I so tired. I'll just shut.. my eyes.. real quick .."
As if in defiance against death, the figure refused to fall to the ground. As he said his final words, the Orc's eyelids fluttered a couple of times before finally he took his last breath and closed his one for the final time. What greeted him then was a peaceful rest. Minute while his spirit floated around in the darkness. he sudeenly felt his spirit being pulled away. Struggling to stay in the darkness, he feels himself pulled and suddenly bright lights surrounded him.
Upon waking up to the tug on his chest he saw a small figure. It seems that the figure had bandaged his body of the wounds. Upon closer inspection of the figure, he notices that the figure was a dwarf, and tried to grab the nearest weapon he could find. As he tried to grab for a weapon he was held down by 2 buff men.
"hey Orc, calm yourself down, I know your kind hate me but atleast heal up your wounds"
As the dwarf finishes speaking Gruk stopped trying to grab for a weapon and asked what happened.
"What happened and where am I?"
Upon hearing the question, the dwarf opens a pouch on his belt and takes out a map.
"Unfortunately I have no idea what happened to you, but I do know that we are within the Eruthos canyons and that a village was burnt. If you want since your in such a bad state how about joining us?"
Gruk takes a quick glance around only to find that nothing but his scythe and robes are nearby, and with that in mind he makes his decision.
19 days had passed since Gruk was healed and decided to join up with the wagon dwarf , Urist, as his personal and wagon guard at first, to try kill one of their rival race until the night the bandits attacked, but before that. They had stopped at two small villages to rest and peddle their wares and restock on necessary supplies. When not in the hospitality of a village, the wagon camped along the side of the road or campsites that have been created precisely for travelers. They were set upon by bandits one night which the wagon fought off. It had cost them a pack mule and a wagon pulling mare. Few guards were injured including the wagon master that attempted to barter with bandit although he had been beaten up, but luckily Gruk was able to fend them off before further harm was caused. Another evening, the caravan had ran into a pack of hungry dire wolves while on the road, and had to fight for their lives and those of the animals brought along. It took them until nightfall before the last of the wolves had run away. Luckily for them, the dire wolves were not that big. In fact, each were only about the size of a dog, so most of them were easily taken out, the problem was just that there were too many of them. That night, the wagon spent most of the night gathering whatever they could from the wolves before setting up camp. Other than those, most of the trip consists of scavenging nearby areas for anything useful to use as ingredients or as tools. The wagon had hired capable trackers and scouts, and always had them move ahead every so often to find places to camp for the night; while avoiding any would be threats. Most of Gruk's jobs were either helping to unload the wagons or making supports from logs to help lift the wagons while others people replaced broken axles or wheels. Most of his time was spent driving the wagon and riding with the other guards and Urist. The journey had been a long 38 days of travel to Oren, but they had finally reached their destination. The trip had taken longer than what was expected, but after the attack, everyone had been a lot more cautious, and plenty of detours had been taken to restock and avoid any danger. By the time the weary wagon had passed into the outer perimeters of Oren. After twenty minutes of slow rolling through the outer areas of Oren, the caravan stopped at a moderately sized building - Oren Inn - the sign of the inn read. With this, Gruk had fulfilled his contract; he was going to leave the caravan and try to settle in Oren. Unloading his possessions from the wagon that had been his home ever since leaving his home town, Gruk grimaced as he hauled a basket filled with clothes and grabbed his 7 foot Scythe out of the wagon. "Gruk, are you sure you don't want to come with us? We can definitely use your Strong arms."
The Wagon master had asked him to remain as a guard a couple times before, but he had refused. "I'm sorry Urist, our contract was only until here, and I want to make a life for myself here. I'm glad you are still considering me even with my injury, but it is here that I must stay. Tell the others to be well and don't get careless for me will you?"
Though he never really spoke to the caravan master, after that day where they had been besieged on the road, he had developed a new found admiration for the caravan master. Anyone with courage enough to try to barter with armed thugs - while tied up, beaten to a pulp, and yet insists on continuing his trade was someone worthy of his respect. They had gotten to know each other well enough to learn that the wagon master's full name was Urist aisenfaust.
Personality Traits: merciless and mostly emotionless unless he know the person
Ambitions: To find the person who killed his lover
Strengths/Talents: Strength, fairly agile(without armour), able to speak common and blah
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Short tempered and minimal intelligence(unless killing) If the words "dead village" gruk will fall into a flash back then uncontrollable rage.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):
Height: 7 feet
Weight: 120kg
Build: Muscular
Skin: Greenish
Eye color: black
Hair color: black
Clothing: A loin cloth or a robe
(ps: i know my character underpowered and i would like him to stay that way and build him up icly)
(still confused about the lore and map)
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