Sanguine415

MC name: Sanguine415

Skype: Jules pls

Do you wish to be provided with housing?: Only the frattest of houses.

Previous occupations: Excellent babysitter.

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?: Sanguine415

How old are you?: 18

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Indeed. Here’s to hoping that’s an upward slope.

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Nope.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I specifically like the rule dictating that no combat logging is allowed. This is integral to a proper conflict.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? No.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Anyone who’s been in MCRP long enough knows about Lord of the Craft.

Definitions

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What is roleplaying?:  To play a role to the fullest of your ability, thinking as the character would, and reacting to situations with your character's thoughts, motivations, and emotions (or lack there of) in mind.

What is metagaming?: To make use of information that you have learned OOCly, in an IC situation.

What is powergaming?: To do things that your character could not feasibly do under any sense of logic, lacking any meager justification, and to force actions upon another without giving them a chance to react, however slim the chance would be that they could avoid such an action.

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: Shaggard De’greg

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Cave Dwarf

Character’s age: 400

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.):

Shaggard was born in a nameless mineshaft of dwindling importance, taking his first breathe upon the tart fumes of coal dust, hearty liquor, and dwarves dying young for the forges of those greater than themselves. His father was a hearty drunk and a better swing until black lung swallowed him up, leaving him in the care of a stout dwarven maid with a chip on her shoulder for all that lay above her..  He was weaned on the barest nutrition his mother could provide, and held a pick as soon as he could swing one without maiming the miner beside him.

Adolescence proved a heartfelt haze of drinking in the darkness of the shafts, finding the simplistic coils of seeking wealth within the darkness of the only world he knew to provide ample reason for being content. The outside world’s troubles would wax and wane throughout the centuries without anything more than idle shrugs and swift swigs for those whose gods were the pick and the shovel, whose kings were the bottle and the shroom. It is no surprise then that the gods granted him little savor in his work. His wealth, his vigor, his strength, did he owe these things he carved for himself to the grace of unseeing deities, or was it the blood of his forefathers running through his veins that truly granted him the boons he favored? Dare did higher powers burden him with society’s subjugation of piety and faith?

These heresies went unspoken for centuries of labor and numerous realms, each catastrophe the only kindle to brief journeys that took the Dwarf to the next crevice of darkness, the next haven from the sun and it’s blighted adherents. Each Kal’s depths marked another notch upon the brooding Dwarf’s beliefs, another reason to spite the blighted faith that granted no favor to the finest greed of all, that of one’s lust for power. What hypocrisy of faith allowed one to hoard gold and gems where influence and might stood hand in hand with wealth? Kinship amongst his fellows in the darkness dwindled steadily, his disenchantment a glowing ember in his chest. Disembarking from the shaded halls of Kal’Akash, he wandered forth into the lands of Vailor to stake his claim, just or not, on the world before him.

Personality: Shaggard's personality is defined first and foremost by the insatiable greed that motivated him forward through the caverns in his youth. This parasitic motivation, though sustaining him in the greatest toils that the caverns below could wrought, sapped any minute morals his mother might have instilled centuries past.

Ambitions: Wealth, liquor, and a crown to call his own. A delusion of grandeur, assuredly, but that's his shtick.

Strengths/Talents: A few hundred years of swinging a pick can do fascinating things to one’s musculature, and this Dwarf’s about as stout as a cave dweller can get. Learning to get by on coal dust stew does wonders for one’s initiative in regards to scrounging meals out of dust, culinary excellence beckoned this aged Dwarf without mercy.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: A black fury lies within the heart of this Dwarf who believes the world owes him much, and anger is swift to overtake his otherwise stony visage upon most slights. Moreso still, his vast lust for wealth and power serves as his greatest downfall. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): Standing at 5’2 and weighing a good one hundred and eighty pounds, this Dwarf’s arms and chest bulge with brutal, unattractive muscle. Garbed in patchy leather garments stained deep by coal dust and a menagerie of liquor, the only portion of his clothing not tarnished by the pungent sources that wrought it’s presently disgusting state is the silver buckle that adorns his waist. Coarse, graying brown hair coats his face and chest in both a tight mustachio and a thick, lice haven of a beard.