Belegorndir

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Belegorndir How old are you?: 15 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?: I agree with the "No Hostile, toxic, or satirical memeage." rule the most. 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? I searched for Minecraft RP Servers on Google. What is roleplaying?: a hobby in which players create or are given a fictional character to portray. What is metagaming?: the act of using previously known knowledge within a gaming universe in order to gain progress or some sort of advantage. What is powergaming?: usually the act of when a gamer gives themselves an unfair advantage over other players and often results in breaking the rules and also breaking roleplay at most times. Character’s name: Belegorndir Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Dark Elf Character’s age: 19 Biography : I never had anybody, my parents had left me when I was young, as far as I knew nobody cared. I taught myself how to read, write, kill, steal, hide, nothing was handed to me on a silver plate like the rest of those privileged scum up in Ker'nor. The earliest thing I can remember is stealing a loaf of bread from the local bakery, I was caught and instead of telling me off like the other children, they beat me, tossed me aside to the streets and left me to rot. I laid there for several hours and eventually sought shelter from the rain that had started falling on me, I stood under a horse stable for 3 hours, and I decided to steal a horse and leave the town, I was 10 years old then. For the next 5 years I would steal all that I could from roadside caravans, clothes, food, weapons, sometimes even coins even though they were useless to me ad I lived in the forests. When I had reached the age of 15, I chose to finally return to civilization, I had racked up quite a bit of money and sold anything that was worthless to me, I paid for a formal education in the the arts of the Mali'ker and in the art of combat. Every single day I spent in the city, I learned new things, met new people, explored the culture of the Mali'ker, and I hated all of it, the people were given everything they needed while I spent my childhood in the wilds fending for myself. I wanted to make them feel how I feel, so I killed those I found vile and disgusting, i spent night after night killing those who made me sick, in 4 years time, I had made a name for myself. But that all disappeared when I was eventually caught and exiled, they had noticed a pattern in my killings and finally caught me trying to kill my next target, they locked me up and I was to be executed when the full moon arose. I thought that was the end for me but suddenly I heard loud booms and shouting, the humans of Oren had started invading our city and they slaughtered every single person, they let me out of my cell in order to fight but I just simply killed them, I didn't care about this puny conflict, I left and I have been wondering ever since to find something, anything. Personality Traits: Cold, Quiet, Methodical, Threatening Ambitions: To find a purpose Strengths/Talents: Swordsmanship, Thievery, Sneaking, Archery Weaknesses/Inabilities: Magic

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Belegorndir How old are you?: 15 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?: I agree with the "No Hostile, toxic, or satirical memeage." rule the most. 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? I searched for Minecraft RP Servers on Google. What is roleplaying?: a hobby in which players create or are given a fictional character to portray. What is metagaming?: the act of using previously known knowledge within a gaming universe in order to gain progress or some sort of advantage. What is powergaming?: a style of interacting with games particularly video games in order to maximize progress towards a specific like storytelling, atmosphere, and camaraderie. Character’s name: Belegorndir Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Dark Elf Character’s age: 19 Biography : I never had anybody, my parents had left me when I was young, as far as I knew nobody cared. I taught myself how to read, write, kill, steal, hide, nothing was handed to me on a silver plate like the rest of those privileged scum up in Ker'nor. The earliest thing I can remember is stealing a loaf of bread from the local bakery, I was caught and instead of telling me off like the other children, they beat me, tossed me aside to the streets and left me to rot. I laid there for several hours and eventually sought shelter from the rain that had started falling on me, I stood under a horse stable for 3 hours, and I decided to steal a horse and leave the town, I was 10 years old then. For the next 5 years I would steal all that I could from roadside caravans, clothes, food, weapons, sometimes even coins even though they were useless to me ad I lived in the forests. When I had reached the age of 15, I chose to finally return to civilization, I had racked up quite a bit of money and sold anything that was worthless to me, I paid for a formal education in the the arts of the Mali'ker and in the art of combat. Every single day I spent in the city, I learned new things, met new people, explored the culture of the Mali'ker, and I hated all of it, the people were given everything they needed while I spent my childhood in the wilds fending for myself. I wanted to make them feel how I feel, so I killed those I found vile and disgusting, i spent night after night killing those who made me sick, in 4 years time, I had made a name for myself. But that all disappeared when I was eventually caught and exiled, they had noticed a pattern in my killings and finally caught me trying to kill my next target, they locked me up and I was to be executed when the full moon arose. I thought that was the end for me but suddenly I heard loud booms and shouting, the humans of Oren had started invading our city and they slaughtered every single person, they let me out of my cell in order to fight but I just simply killed them, I didn't care about this puny conflict, I left and I have been wondering ever since to find something, anything. Personality Traits: Cold, Quiet, Methodical, Threatening Ambitions: To find a purpose Strengths/Talents: Swordsmanship, Thievery, Sneaking, Archery Weaknesses/Inabilities: Magic

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Belegorndir How old are you?: 15 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?: I agree with the "No Hostile, toxic, or satirical memeage." rule the most. 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? I searched for Minecraft RP Servers on Google. What is roleplaying?: stepping into the shoes of a fictional character and acting as them. What is metagaming?: any strategy or action that transcends a prescribed ruleset. What is powergaming?: a style of playing a game in order to reach your goal as fast as possible. Character’s name: Belegorndir Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Dark Elf Character’s age: 19 Biography : I never had anybody, my parents had left me when I was young, as far as I knew nobody cared. I taught myself how to read, write, kill, steal, hide, nothing was handed to me on a silver plate like the rest of those privileged scum up in Ker'nor. The earliest thing I can remember is stealing a loaf of bread from the local bakery, I was caught and instead of telling me off like the other children, they beat me, tossed me aside to the streets and left me to rot. I laid there for several hours and eventually sought shelter from the rain that had started falling on me, I stood under a horse stable for 3 hours, and I decided to steal a horse and leave the town, I was 10 years old then. For the next 5 years I would steal all that I could from roadside caravans, clothes, food, weapons, sometimes even coins even though they were useless to me ad I lived in the forests. When I had reached the age of 15, I chose to finally return to civilization, I had racked up quite a bit of money and sold anything that was worthless to me, I paid for a formal education in the the arts of the Mali'ker and in the art of combat. Every single day I spent in the city, I learned new things, met new people, explored the culture of the Mali'ker, and I hated all of it, the people were given everything they needed while I spent my childhood in the wilds fending for myself. I wanted to make them feel how I feel, so I killed those I found vile and disgusting, i spent night after night killing those who made me sick, in 4 years time, I had made a name for myself. But that all disappeared when I was eventually caught and exiled, they had noticed a pattern in my killings and finally caught me trying to kill my next target, they locked me up and I was to be executed when the full moon arose. I thought that was the end for me but suddenly I heard loud booms and shouting, the humans of Oren had started invading our city and they slaughtered every single person, they let me out of my cell in order to fight but I just simply killed them, I didn't care about this puny conflict, I left and I have been wondering ever since to find something, anything. Personality Traits: Cold, Quiet, Methodical, Threatening Ambitions: To find a purpose Strengths/Talents: Swordsmanship, Thievery, Sneaking, Archery Weaknesses/Inabilities: Magic