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 MinecraftACCOUNT Name?: Agent_PixelCraft How old are you?: 12 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes Have youAPPLIED to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Yes (https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/133059-my-application/) Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: Destructive hacks, such as kill aura and free cam, are prohibited from use. 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): Nope. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? I stumbled across a forum page displaying it. 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 anotherWEBSITE or person! What is roleplaying?: The act of taking the part of a fictional character, and pretending to be them in mind and spirt. What is metagaming?: Using knowledge your character wouldn't have to your advantage. What is powergaming?: Playing a game to maximize the output of one certain goal. 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: Alrin Quickfeet Character’s gender: Male Character’s race: Wood Elf Character’s age: 445 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.): My father a loyal soldier to the Order of Sirame, my mother a well-fed housewife and caretaker, life as a young child was rather uneventful. I remember that I once tripped on a rock and sprained my ankle, and I once nearly broke my arm, but that was about it. The years of this childhood nearing its end, the beginning of adolescence inching closer and closer, the first years of my life were like an easy walk in the park. This took a sharp turn when I reached the age of 35, as the Haelun'or army had marched up to Laurelin's (the city I lived in) gates and demanded that the land of Laurelin (which they supposedly rightfully owned) would return to them. I remember my father leaving our homestead for a while to stand on guard at the city gates, while the dispute raged on. Finally, the dispute ended, with Laurelin agreeing to strike up a deal. They would give Haelun'or a portion of Laurelin's land, and the dispute would stop. The land was, unfortunately, the land in which me and my parents lived, so we were forced to move to somewhere else in the city. The next two years were filled with nothing but peace for my small family. The ending of these two years dawned upon us with a bloodstained dagger in its hand, for the third year was solely filled with blackness. My cousin, down a street away from my small home, had been attacked by the Haelun'or army, and they had stuffed gold in his eyes. Because no one seemed to put up a price to save the poor man, they slayed him and continued to the rest of his family. I remember my mother crying when she heard of the death of her sister, and my father crying when he heard that a friend of his, who worked in the Order of Sirame, had been slaughtered mercilessly. All of this was nothing, however, compared to what happened next. Day after the next, I had always prayed the violence would stop, but it never did. In fact, it only kept getting worse. I remember this vividly, because on the day of my birthday, the soldiers raided my house. They grabbed my father by his arms and stuffed gold into the sockets of his eyes. I remember the sly, evil grin on their faces as they slit my father's throat without emotion. They proceeded to my mother, and I knew I could not help her, so I ran. The blood of my mother on my hands, my father, my only role model, dead, there was no hope left. But there was still one, tiny, strand that I hung onto for dear life. The strand that gave me the thought of fighting and killing the man who slayed my family. It sounded ridiculous then, and it still does today. But it is the only thing that keeps me from waking up every morning, from not plunging myself into the deepest depths. Personality Traits: I always bite my fingernails while nervous, and this nervousness is usually struck up by people gathering around in a crowd. I don't like people very much. Ambitions: To kill the man who slayed my family! Or, more realistically, to start a career as an actor. Strengths/Talents: I am quicker than most, and my swordsmanship improves by the day. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Despite my elfish heritage, I find myself having trouble while managing a bow. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): My eyes changed based on the clothing I wear, I weigh 96 lbs., and I stand 5'8 in height. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here)http://imgur.com/jnloejM
