Euleogy

Name: Jule Farmer Race: Human Group (If joining with one): Salvian Rebellion? ((Skype: aceofspadeshf ​ ​

Jule reached out, signing his name in a messy scrawl.

Name: Jule Farmer (MC Name): Euleogy (Skype Name): aceofspadeshf Race: Human Previous Loyalties: The Orenian Army (backstory, not RP) Skills: Sword and Shield Why is it that you wish to become a Peacekeeper?: It's what I'm good at, and it's what I enjoy. Are you willing to become a Salvian Citizen?: Yes. Do you vow to protect the people of Salvus as a Peacekeeper, even if it may be at the cost of your life?: Yes.

I) Full legal name: Jule Farmer Gender: Male Place of birth: Werdenberg Age (precise is best, but approximate is accepted): 35 Skype name: aceofspadeshf II) Choose, one of the following, as your dominant sect. Then, to those it’d concern, indicate your interests regarding other, non-dominant sects. Industrious sect: of the sciences, mechanics and labour. [ V ] Mercantile sect: of trade, Valaise and wealth. [ ] Military sect: of defenses, law enforcement, and arms. [ X ] Cultured sect: of arts, dramatic, literature or music. [ ] III) The following questions are to be answered by either ‘Ye’ or ‘Nay’. Do you pledge that your sole residence and Citizenship shall only be Salvian, upon completing this application? Ye. Do you show willingness to pay consistently as a tenant of Government property (that be, once a year)? Ye. Do you recognize that all non-neutral ties with other must be severed upon being of the neutral Republic of Salvus? Ye. Do you acknowledge that you are to be involved with Salvian Conscription, as any other Citizen, for a minimum eight year term? Ye.

Perhaps going back to an earlier version instead? I'm not super into programming, but I know my dad will have a second server for troubleshooting newer versions so that the websites he's working on don't lose traffic. I dunno how that'd work for MC though.

Jule nodded, extending a hand and muttering a gruff,"Thank you.", his head tilted downward.

Character Name Basic Information Nicknames: Jewel, but he HATES it. Age: 35 Gender: male/AFAB Race: Human Status: Single? Description Height: 5'5" Weight: Approx 130, give or take. Body Type: Slight in stature. Eyes: Green Hair: Light brown/Bronze with golden hues Skin: Tanned caucasian. Markings/Tattoos: He's starting to get crows feet, and laugh lines. His hands are calloused from years of use, with various scars running along his arms. He has a small scar along the right of his cheek, almost to his ear, though his hair usually hides most of it. There's a few nastier scars along his torso, with a couple on his back reminiscent of stab-wounds. Health: Jule is in fairly good health, though he's starting to feel his age in a bit of morning stiffness. Personality: Jule is fairly shy, and he doesn't like to speak. He'd more afraid of someone finding out about his genitals than anything else though. He dislikes injustice, but in most cases he'll stand aside in favor of not causing trouble. In honor of the farmer and his wife, Jule doesn't steal if it's at all unavoidable, and even then he'll usually leave behind the money that could buy new of whatever he took. He's not at all flirtatious, quite the opposite as he blushes easily and gets rather awkward in those situations. He has a fairly good sense of humor, but his laugh is quiet, his mouth closed, shoulder shaking as his eyes crinkle. Life Style Alignment: True Neutral Deity: The Creator Religion: 'The Faith' Alliance/Nation/Home: The Reformed Kingdom of Oren Magic NOPE Weaponry Fighting Style: Sword and Shield Trained Weapon: Sword and Shield Favored Weapon: .... Sword. Archery: NOPE Biography Parents: Marcus and Marianne Farmer Siblings: Marcus Jr., Reed, Quincey are all older brothers, Loreli, Fiona, and Hastin are all younger siblings. Children: None Extended Family: None worth mentioning. Pet(s): None History Julie Farmer was born around 1483, as the fourth child and only girl to Marcus and Marianne Farmer. They lived in a fairly small farm, a half-day wagon ride to Werdenberg. Julie, as a toddler and a young child was a tomboy. Her mother would sit, exasperated, as she tried to work the mud stains out of once-white smocks and now-dull dresses. When she was old enough, she was given chores around the house, helping her mother with cleaning so that she could work in the kitchen, feeding their large and still-growing family. Living on a fairly isolated farm with 3 brothers did not a lady make. As she grew, she became more aware how different she was. As she baked in her dresses, cleaning the floors and learning to knit, she watched as her brothers went out with her father, butchering their animals, shoveling hay, plowing the fields, and, when their father wasn't looking, fighting each other with the handles of their tools or sticks as swords. She felt the stirrings of jealousy, as she wanted to be with THEM, playing in fields and getting their hands dirty. When she had a chance, between her chores, she would go out on 'walks', wandering and exploring the woods around the farm, where she'd find her own sticks, of good size and length, and whack the trees with just as much fervor if not more than her brother. She would spin and bob and pretend to dodge enemy attacks. Sometimes she fancied herself a knight, sometimes a royal prince, saving the day. She'd dream of joining the Orenian Army someday, fighting great battles with the King and Lords. It was on one of her family's trips into Werdenberg that she became much more aware of those differences. She already knew she wasn't girly. Her younger sisters would have tea parties, and braid their hair. They'd play with straw dollies, and hated getting dirty. In town though, she saw how other girls acted. She was about 14. The other girls her age would bat eyelashes, and blush, 'accidentally' dropping things, and the boy would pick them up. She found it a bit silly of the girls, but more importantly. She found herself feeling odd about them. She wanted to kiss them, wanted to hold them, touch their soft-looking faces. It was with red cheeks that she rode home in the wagon, more confused than ever. She told absolutely no one of her feelings, as she steadily grew more and more uncomfortable in her own skin. She would wrap her breasts tighter than necessary, trying to make them look less obvious. It wasn't until she was 16 that she realized she would have to speak up; Her parents were arranging her marriage. So, she told her parents that she didn't want to marry a man, that she wanted to wear pants, and sword fight, and be a boy. She said she'd always felt like this. Her parents gave her a choice: Marry the man they picked, and never mention this ridiculous fantasy again, or back a bag and get out. They even said they'd be kind, tell anyone who asked that she was just staying with family in Petrus. She could come home whenever she was ready to be a good girl again. It was with a heavy heart that she left home, packing what food and water her parents would allow her, some blankets, and a few pairs of underwear into her pack. For the first month, she avoided people entirely. She stole some men's clothes off a clothesline that fit fairly well, and stole food from farmer's fields, once her own food ran out. She kept off the Stone Road, staying off to the sides to avoid being seen. Even still, she'd freeze and duck into bushes at the first sound of another traveler. Eventually she got less timid, and found herself in a small town, not unlike her hometown of Werdenberg. She sat off in the shadows, watching a farmer's stall for the best time to pocket some apples. When she was ready, she stood, walking over and then bumping into the stall as if on accident, knocking several of the red fruits to the ground. She deepened her voice, muttering a gruff apology as she stooped, picking up the apples. With her left hand she tucked some into her pockets, while her right hand set them back on the counter. "What's the your name, lad?" Julie looked up, unsure if the question was even directed at her at first. "J-..." Julie... was not the proper name. "Jule... My name is Jule." "Well, Jule. You're going to pay for those apples, aren't you?" Jule looked toward the ground. "Well.. Sir.. I don't have money." The farmer nodded. "Well. Sounds to me like you need a job, and I need a farmhand. You agree to work for me, and we'll make this even, and I won't call the guards." Jule nodded. "Th-That... sounds more than generous, Sir." The work was hard, but slowly Jule built more muscle. The Farmer's wife fed him well, and the pay was pretty good too. Jule saved most of his money, since he was already fed, and he already had a place to sleep. His first purchase was some soft but firmer fabric to bind his chest with. He'd still only been using the cotton breast-wrap from his mother. He stopped being able to practice with his swordplay though, as he was often too tired from his work. He got one day off a week though, and it was then he'd go off, find a good stick and a large tree, and continue his practice. It was on a trip into town with the farmer that he came across a nice wooden practice sword, the wood polished and cut to emulate a blade, with leather wrapped around the handle to aid in grip. He bought the sword, giving it a few test swings as he and farmer walked home. It was that night at dinner that the farmer posed a question. "You been trained to wield a sword, boy?" "Er... no." The farmer nodded, then went on to talk about how helpful Jule had been, how hard a worker. He then moved onto talking about the war that was stirring between Oren and Urguan. "The King can use all the soldiers he can get, I figure... You'd do well, I think. Saw you playing with that sword on the way home, don't think I didn't notice." Jule didn't say anything, just looked down at his food, chewing thoughtfully. A few days later, however, he brought the topic up with the farmer, admitting that as a child, he'd often fantasized about joining the Orenian Army, serving the King and Kingdom. The Farmer accepted this, and together with the wife, they packed a bag. With savings in hand, he made his way to Petrus, finding it ironic that this was the very city his parents claimed he was staying in with relatives. He joined the Army, but the war ended just a couple of years after he enlisted. He stayed on though, keeping the peace and going on missions, that is until news of a giant worm in the north cropped up, destroying the land and rendering the areas where it went uninhabitable. That was when he filed his leave and went back home, hoping to get his family out and farther south. He didn't know how welcome he'd be, but he still cared about them. When he arrived though, he found the house abandoned, and he could feel the ground starting to quake, likely from the worm. He could only hope that they were headed southward already, and he did so himself, making his way to the small farm, where the Farmer and his Wife had lived, only to find out from their neighbors that both had already passed on from old age. He mourned their loss briefly at the house, then continued south to the Cloud Temple. He secured his place on one of the ships, then searched for his parents and siblings before they took off. When he didn't find them, he retained hope that they were on another ship. After landing in Vailor, he searched as others climbed off their respective ships, but he was still unable to locate his family. He hoped he missed them, but he had the feeling deep in his gut that they had perished. He did still care for his parents, despite their rejection. He elected not to rejoin the army, instead choosing to wander, doing odd-jobs here and there, exploring this new land. Artwork None as of yet.

MC Name - Euleogy Character Name - Jule Farmer Profession - Farmer with a second profession of tinker Profession Level - 0, 0 Combat Or Magic Training - Neither, am new ;-; Skype Username - aceofspadeshf

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Euleogy How old are you?: 20 Are you aware the server is PG-13: Yes. Have you applied to this server before? No. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: "Cyber bullying is strictly prohibited, and will not be condoned in any shape or form. If you promote, or take part in cyber bullying amongst the community, you will be punished just as severely." Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? No. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Through a friend. Definitions What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is when you take on a 'role' other than your own, acting as another character in regards to a situation, acting on what THEIR impulses would be, based on THEIR experiences and personality. What is metagaming?: Metagaming is when you act in roleplay on information acquired out of character, such as what another character said or did when your character wasn't present, or acting on a 'hunch' that doesn't make sense. Calling someone's bluff when your character has no reason to know there's a lie. What is powergaming?: Powergaming is when you attempt to roleplay someone else's character for them. For example, when you swing your sword, that should be where your 'turn' ends. However, if you continue to explain how your sword hit the other's arm, and then describe the wound, you've powergamed, essentially doing their job for them without their consent. In-Character Information Character’s name: Jule Farmer Character’s gender: AFAB, FtM, Male Character’s race: Human Character’s age: About 35 Biography: Julie Farmer was born around 1483, as the fourth child and only girl to Marcus and Marianne Farmer. They lived in a fairly small farm, a half-day wagon ride to Werdenberg. Julie, as a toddler and a young child was a tomboy. Her mother would sit, exasperated, as she tried to work the mud stains out of once-white smocks and now-dull dresses. When she was old enough, she was given chores around the house, helping her mother with cleaning so that she could work in the kitchen, feeding their large and still-growing family. Living on a fairly isolated farm with 3 brothers did not a lady make. As she grew, she became more aware how different she was. As she baked in her dresses, cleaning the floors and learning to knit, she watched as her brothers went out with her father, butchering their animals, shoveling hay, plowing the fields, and, when their father wasn't looking, fighting each other with the handles of their tools or sticks as swords. She felt the stirrings of jealousy, as she wanted to be with THEM, playing in fields and getting their hands dirty. When she had a chance, between her chores, she would go out on 'walks', wandering and exploring the woods around the farm, where she'd find her own sticks, of good size and length, and whack the trees with just as much fervor if not more than her brother. She would spin and bob and pretend to dodge enemy attacks. Sometimes she fancied herself a knight, sometimes a royal prince, saving the day. She'd dream of joining the Orenian Army someday, fighting great battles with the King and Lords. It was on one of her family's trips into Werdenberg that she became much more aware of those differences. She already knew she wasn't girly. Her younger sisters would have tea parties, and braid their hair. They'd play with straw dollies, and hated getting dirty. In town though, she saw how other girls acted. She was about 14. The other girls her age would bat eyelashes, and blush, 'accidentally' dropping things, and the boy would pick them up. She found it a bit silly of the girls, but more importantly. She found herself feeling odd about them. She wanted to kiss them, wanted to hold them, touch their soft-looking faces. It was with red cheeks that she rode home in the wagon, more confused than ever. She told absolutely no one of her feelings, as she steadily grew more and more uncomfortable in her own skin. She would wrap her breasts tighter than necessary, trying to make them look less obvious. It wasn't until she was 16 that she realized she would have to speak up; Her parents were arranging her marriage. So, she told her parents that she didn't want to marry a man, that she wanted to wear pants, and sword fight, and be a boy. She said she'd always felt like this. Her parents gave her a choice: Marry the man they picked, and never mention this ridiculous fantasy again, or back a bag and get out. They even said they'd be kind, tell anyone who asked that she was just staying with family in Petrus. She could come home whenever she was ready to be a good girl again. It was with a heavy heart that she left home, packing what food and water her parents would allow her, some blankets, and a few pairs of underwear into her pack. For the first month, she avoided people entirely. She stole some men's clothes off a clothesline that fit fairly well, and stole food from farmer's fields, once her own food ran out. She kept off the Stone Road, staying off to the sides to avoid being seen. Even still, she'd freeze and duck into bushes at the first sound of another traveler. Eventually she got less timid, and found herself in a small town, not unlike her hometown of Werdenberg. She sat off in the shadows, watching a farmer's stall for the best time to pocket some apples. When she was ready, she stood, walking over and then bumping into the stall as if on accident, knocking several of the red fruits to the ground. She deepened her voice, muttering a gruff apology as she stooped, picking up the apples. With her left hand she tucked some into her pockets, while her right hand set them back on the counter. "What's the your name, lad?" Julie looked up, unsure if the question was even directed at her at first. "J-..." Julie... was not the proper name. "Jule... My name is Jule." "Well, Jule. You're going to pay for those apples, aren't you?" Jule looked toward the ground. "Well.. Sir.. I don't have money." The farmer nodded. "Well. Sounds to me like you need a job, and I need a farmhand. You agree to work for me, and we'll make this even, and I won't call the guards." Jule nodded. "Th-That... sounds more than generous, Sir." The work was hard, but slowly Jule built more muscle. The Farmer's wife fed him well, and the pay was pretty good too. Jule saved most of his money, since he was already fed, and he already had a place to sleep. His first purchase was some soft but firmer fabric to bind his chest with. He'd still only been using the cotton breast-wrap from his mother. He stopped being able to practice with his swordplay though, as he was often too tired from his work. He got one day off a week though, and it was then he'd go off, find a good stick and a large tree, and continue his practice. It was on a trip into town with the farmer that he came across a nice wooden practice sword, the wood polished and cut to emulate a blade, with leather wrapped around the handle to aid in grip. He bought the sword, giving it a few test swings as he and farmer walked home. It was that night at dinner that the farmer posed a question. "You been trained to wield a sword, boy?" "Er... no." The farmer nodded, then went on to talk about how helpful Jule had been, how hard a worker. He then moved onto talking about the war that was stirring between Oren and Urguan. "The King can use all the soldiers he can get, I figure... You'd do well, I think. Saw you playing with that sword on the way home, don't think I didn't notice." Jule didn't say anything, just looked down at his food, chewing thoughtfully. A few days later, however, he brought the topic up with the farmer, admitting that as a child, he'd often fantasized about joining the Orenian Army, serving the King and Kingdom. The Farmer accepted this, and together with the wife, they packed a bag. With savings in hand, he made his way to Petrus, finding it ironic that this was the very city his parents claimed he was staying in with relatives. He joined the Army, but the war ended just a couple of years after he enlisted. He stayed on though, keeping the peace and going on missions, that is until news of a giant worm in the north cropped up, destroying the land and rendering the areas where it went uninhabitable. That was when he filed his leave and went back home, hoping to get his family out and farther south. He didn't know how welcome he'd be, but he still cared about them. When he arrived though, he found the house abandoned, and he could feel the ground starting to quake, likely from the worm. He could only hope that they were headed southward already, and he did so himself, making his way to the small farm, where the Farmer and his Wife had lived, only to find out from their neighbors that both had already passed on from old age. He mourned their loss briefly at the house, then continued south to the Cloud Temple. He secured his place on one of the ships, then searched for his parents and siblings before they took off. When he didn't find them, he retained hope that they were on another ship. After landing in Vailor, he searched as others climbed off their respective ships, but he was still unable to locate his family. He hoped he missed them, but he had the feeling deep in his gut that they had perished. He did still care for his parents, despite their rejection. He elected not to rejoin the army, instead choosing to wander, doing odd-jobs here and there, exploring this new land. Personality Traits: Jule is fairly shy, and he doesn't like to speak. He'd more afraid of someone finding out about his genitals than anything else though. He dislikes injustice, but in most cases he'll stand aside in favor of not causing trouble. In honor of the farmer and his wife, Jule doesn't steal if it's at all unavoidable, and even then he'll usually leave behind the money that could buy new of whatever he took. He's not at all flirtatious, quite the opposite as he blushes easily and gets rather awkward in those situations. He has a fairly good sense of humor, but his laugh is quiet, his mouth closed, shoulder shaking as his eyes crinkle. Ambitions: Jule has gotten to the age where he dreams of having a wife and children, though he's under no illusion that this is particularly possible, or likely. Strengths/Talents: Jule is fairly good with a sword and shield, though he is by no means a master at the craft. He works best in leather or light chain armor, preferring movement to protection. He has a very lovely singing voice, but due to it's feminine nature, he never sings unless he's alone on the road, and even then it's soft enough that he'll hear someone coming before they hear him. Due to his slight, more feminine build, Jule is more flexible than the majority of his opponents, preferring to utilize this in combat by bobbing and weaving around an opponent instead of trying to pierce their armor. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Jule is terrified of magic. Not only will he never use it, but even seeing it can ruin his concentration and make him more vulnerable in a fight. He's horrible at archery, feeling more comfortable just throwing the arrows as if they were tiny spears. Appearance: Jule is a tad shorter than more men, coming in at approx. 5'5", he has a slight build, weighing no more than 130 pounds at most. He lacks broad shoulders, instead having wider hips than most men, which he tries to hide with baggy trousers and loose, longer tunics, even cloaks to hide his figure. He has sun-tanned skin, fair, but with more of an olive complexion. He has bronzed hair with golden tones, and deep green eyes. He's starting to get crows feet, and laugh lines. His hands are calloused from years of use, with various scars running along his arms. He has a small scar along the right of his cheek, almost to his ear, though his hair usually hides most of it. There's a few nastier scars along his torso, with a couple on his back reminiscent of stab-wounds. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin: [[ I would just like to apologize profusely for how long my backstory is. I... really just wasn't sure how to make it shorter. :c ]]