QuestPls

Hello, I recently got a new phone and as such my Google Authenticator was wiped. I have two accounts with the authenticator applied:

• QuestPls 
• Angoloch  (Unsure what name he was under when auth was added)

I just need you guys to remove the authenticator so I may register them under my new phone.

I can provide proof of account ownership if need be.

Thanks, Quest

good man, very honorable +1

Volero stands in the cold, staring at the fresh grave, a deep sadness ebbing from his face. "See you soon friend." he dips his head and removes his faded red bandana, tossing it to where his great ally now lies. He sighs, sweeping a loose tuft of gray hair from his view. Volero half-heartedly turns on his heels and glumly lumbers off, the rhythmic clanking of his plate adding to the Northern ambience.

Ok, first of all, the Auth plugin works great when this bug doesn't happen.

The bug is essentially the plugin teleporting you back to a previous location when you'd log in.

Ex: I'm walking to Felsen 2.0, get there and say I log off in the square. When I'd log back on I'd be back on the road.

Another thing is that you could die due to this. I was chopping mega Spruce trees and relogged while I was waiting for one to grow. As I logged back in I was prompted to enter my auth code except I was in the air (Where I was as I spiralled up a tree) then I'd fall, however the plugin sees that as movement and teleports you back, except when I fell I hit the ground and took damage, now this repeated until I died and then popped. When I spawned in CT it'd teleport me all the way back to where I was, in the air. The plugin saw this as me moving, which it doesn't allow until you enter your authentication code. Once I entered my code I hit the ground and the tping stopped.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCPYeXhh36s

I. Name: Eadwin Havenson

II. Age: 24

IIa. Date of Birth [if Known]:

IIb. Location of Birth [if Known]:

III. Race [Human/Elf]: Human

IIIa. Culture [Heartlander, Highlander, Wood Elf, etc.] Highlander

IV. Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Commoner

V. Place of Residence: Karlsburg

VI. Martial Knowledge [Trained in Weaponry, Archer, etc.]: Trained with melee weapons, some archery knowledge

VII. Skilled Labor [Farmer, Lumberjack, etc.]: Lumberbro

OOC

MC Name: QuestPls

Skype ID: you have it

+1

yep +1

6 minutes ago, Cat_ said:

MC name: BuildingCat_

Skype: (don’t have to fill.): iEcho_

Do you wish to be provided with housing?: Yes, although I already am.

Previous occupations: Warrior

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A good friend of mine, very cool dude. +1

gj. I like it more pls +1

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: Ruinous_

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: QuestPls

Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes

Do you understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes

Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes

How long have you been on LoTC?: I want to say 1-2 months.

How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted?: Currently one.

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: Constantine Helloc

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human, Heartlander

Character’s age: 30

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.): “We're here.” Said the cart driver in a gravelly voice. I hopped off with a sigh, and my silent companion did the same, he tossed 20 Minas to him then we continued our daily commute and walked to the gates, my head facing the ground. I perked my head up once I'd reached Aumont Mercantile, I needed aurum bad, but... out of the corner of my eye I saw a crowd gathered in a circle in the square. “Aumont can wait.” I said to my friend as I took long strides to the crowd.Once we were there my friend, being much taller than me whispered “It's a body…” as soon as I heard those words I needed to see it.  I pushed my way through the crowd and saw what appeared to be a man in a red robe. My pulse quickened, this robe is my father's, dark red, adorned with ferrum. I shot down and flipped over the corpse. “No!” I shouted. “Father w-wake up!” I screamed as I shook the pale, cold body. I came to my senses and flipped the corpse back over and stood up, a lifeless expression on my face. I hesitantly turned to leave but I couldn't. I leaned over and pulled the crimson robe off my father's  body, as red as the blood splattered over the road. I simply tossed the robe over my shoulder and trudged the other way, out of Felsen. Gloom was lurking over me. I went back to the carts and hopped on a random one, my friend did not do the same. When the cart rolled to a stop I dropped a handful of Mina onto the cart and, using what little mental strength I had, I forced myself to move. I took a deep breath and looked up, I was in the desperately cold lands of Carnatia, I'd barely noticed the bite of the frost until now. I wandered around for a while, eventually settling down next to a brazier in a town called Monteford. I dozed off, the only dreams I had were that of that moment when I discovered my father was dead. CLANG CLANG the heavy steps of armored soldiers stampeded through the town. I turned my head to one passing by “What are you doing?!” The plate clad figure stopped in his tracks and rotated his head to face me, he stared at me for a while before speaking “Goin’ to a battle. Ve’re going siege Fort Rhewengrad. Going ta crush tha rotten dwarven scum!” He'd exclaim loudly, before marching off. I sat still for a moment, something pushed me to go with the men, perhaps it’s my father’s presence, he’d always been the military man. I stood up and went in the direction of  the soldiers. It’s no use sitting around grieving I told myself, my father would’ve wanted this anyway… me fighting, he always wanted me to become a soldier, or an officer, whatever the difference between the two… maybe I’ll die in this siege...

After the Siege

I plodded back to my spot next to the brazier in Carnatia, my hand grasping my chest, I felt broken, every breath felt as if a rib shattered. I sat there, wondering about life, how short it is, how much potential can be missed. I don’t want to die, I don’t want anyone to die. I need to.. help them, somehow. Perhaps I’ll learn magic, saving people by throwing fire. I chuckled at the thought. Maybe everything will be alright.

Constantine would go on living his life, saving people every now and then, he still continues his journey to learn, and hopefully master the art of fire evocation. Sadly his father is still dead, and I’m pretty sure he’ll stay that way.

Fin

Personality Traits: Finds peace in solitude. Somewhat arrogant. Enjoys information. Protective of those close to him. Would rather stop a fight before it starts.

Ambitions: To learn the art of fire evocation.

Strengths/Talents:Good at fisticuffs. Quick. Smart

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Clumsy with a sword. Trouble wearing heavy armor. Somewhat physically lacking.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): He is 5’11 with gray hair, weighs roughly 170lbs. Brown eyes. Wears the dark red robe of his father, adorned with ferrum.

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):

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[[RP]]

Given Name: Volero

Family of Origin: Havenson

Years of Age: 36

Province of Origin: Carnatia

Prior Occupation: Hunter

Battlefield Experience: A good amount.

Reason for Interest: Serve god

[[OOC]]

Username: QuestPls

Skype ID: You have it.

MC-Name: QuestPls

RP-Name: Volero Havenson

Skype: (Pm if you desire) *You have it*

Profession: Lumberjack

Have you teamspeak?: Yes

Time-zone: PST

Do you agree to our PK Agreement stated below?: Yes

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?: QuestPls

How old are you?: 13

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: You need a just RP reason, or 'Casus Belli' to declare war. If there’s no reason for a war, it’s dumb, don’t do it.

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 found this server while browsing posts on PMC

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?: Changing how you act to fulfill a role, such as speaking with an accent to be a character.

What is metagaming?: When you use information that you know in real life to assist yourself in game

What is powergaming?: When your only goal in the game is to become powerful. often ignoring the RP 

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: Volero “Deadeye” Havenson

Character’s sex: Male

Character’s race: Human (Subclass: Highlander)

Character’s age: 34

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.):

When Volero was young he got lost in the forest in the Crownlands. Due to his constant running of errands back at the village  he was able to survive long enough to find his way back to his home, Once he'd arrived he noticed a rotten smell in the air, he ignored it and continued to his house. Once he had opened the door he saw it,  his family and friends were dead, slain by the plague. Not knowing what to do he wandered to Felsen  until he met a hooded figure who took him in and taught him the ways of a mercenary. As he aged he quickly found his pockets rimmed with gold. His lust for money quickly took root in his mind, corrupting him, he even went so far as to killing his mentor just to get a little coin. After seeing the blood on his hands he went into a bout of sadness, wasting most of his money on drinks, and high-class foods. Finding himself living on a bench, penniless he looked to the Cathedral and saw the stained windows with the acts of Saints, remembering his childhood, seeing the windows, a beacon of hope, he thought "What would my father think, what would my mother think?" with all his strength and the voices of his family inspiring him, he picked himself up and became a mercenary once again, swearing never to do such a thing like that ever again. 

Personality Traits: Very sneaky and a perfect liar, He often manipulates and lies to get what he wants. Bites off more than he can chew. Never turns down a challenge. Dislikes Kharajyr. Loves gold. Vigilant

Ambitions: To be a rich, and renowned assassin/mercenary around the Reformed Kingdom of Oren

Strengths/Talents: Very fast and agile. Proficient with a blade. Silver tongued. Can notice things people often don’t notice. His sick beard conceals his emotions sometimes.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Bites off more than he can chew. Has only one eye. Enjoys gold (A little bit too much)

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): A fit man who weighs 185 pounds, 6 feet 3 inches, and has a signature scar on his “dead eye” Has a brown beard,

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):