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?: LooneyLunaa How old are you?:19 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes, I am. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: No Cyberbully 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): No How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? snakeyeeees 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?: Role playing is taking the persona of a made up character and playing them as if you were them. What is metagaming?: Metagaming is using information that you learned OOC, IRP. What is powergaming?: Powergaming is doing stuff IRP that your character would realistically not be able to do. 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: Yvaine Stronhol Character’s sex: Female Character’s race: Wood Elf Character’s age: 19 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.): Yvaine quietly watched her mother from a slit in the leathery canvas of the tent. Her mother was running her fingers over the dark rough bark of it and humming to it, tears streaming down her face. Yvaine turned to see her father snoring softly asleep in the tent. "Father" she whispered quietly but his snoring continued. They had been here for a few weeks camping out trying to coax her mother back from the cursed branches that stole her from their family. Her mother cared more for the tree than she did Yvaine. Yvaines mother had met her father and had Yvaine within a year. Her mother unfortunately hadn't told her father that she had a dying amber seed in her pocket and when they met the reason she had been so depressed was for her tree had just died and once Yvaine was born her mother placed the seed in the earths gentle dirt and allowed it to sprout up high into the heavens. Yvaine and her father lived in a cabin a days walk away and often came and visited her mother and the towering tree. Now the tree was at it again, dying. She scooted out of the tent and crouched there watching. Her mothers face was pale and she was now sitting beside it, leaves surrounding her and her forehead pressed against the bark. "Mother..." she called out quietly. Her mother glanced up momentarily and motioned Yvaine over. "My sweet girl" she croaked out "I can not cut my bond with her" she kept running her fingers over the bark "One day, you too will understand". Yvaine just sat there quietly with wide eyes. With those last words her mother and the tree at once seemed to sputter out of life. She heard leaves crinkle and she turned seeing her father with a fiery look in his eyes and an axe gripped tightly in his grasp. "This" he said angrily as he slammed the ax into her mothers tree "Is Why" he slammed it into the tree again "She died" he his in again and collapsed on his knees. That was the end of his sanity and her child hood. From there out Yvaine cared for her father he often drank too much and disconnected from the nature around them. He turned cold towards others of their kind and wasted all their money on the dwarves ale. She felt the need to care for him for she thought thats what her mother would have wanted. Although the more she aged, the more she grew lonely. She was tired of living alone caring for a drunkard. Knowing that they were near the Caliphate she packed her small bag of few things and snuck off into the late eve heading in the direction of Caliphate. Personality traits: She is quiet and peaceful. Being under the wrath of her drunken father and being isolated from society made her shy and quiet. She does, though, have a fiery temper when anything in nature is destroyed or disrespected. Ambitions: To establish her life in a new city and escape the limitations of her race. Strengths/Talents: She loves to sit beneath the tree and submerse herself in nature and when doing this, she lets her lungs fill with the sweet air and sings. She is good at making things grow and cares for her plants deeply. She quick when she needs to be and careful when you piss her off because she gives a hell of a black eye. Weaknesses/Inabilities: She doesn't stand up for herself and is easily swayed once you gain her trust. Shes a bit skittish around other people due to her lack of socialization Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): She stands at approximately 5'8 and is around 165 pounds.She has her mothers green jaded eyes and her fathers dirty blonde hair. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):