Joltastik

Would have this man's imps following me into battle again, this time with a green badge. 1+

Sighard would grab ahold of the bounty note, his other hand moving up as to tug on his baldric. The two hilts protruding from beneath his shoulder would briefly wriggle with his movement.

"Ergh. . . Time for work." The large brute murmurs, tossing the crumpled piece of paper into his satchel.

3 hours ago, TheCritsyBear said:

It's really hard to fetishize something that looks literally like an upright rat

Just wait, man... Just wait..

As for thread, I like it. Unfortunately, there's too many playable creatures running about imo, it already destroys the fantasy and unique vibe. I root for them as event creatures, not as playable ones, though.

******* robot scarabs..

"Hmpgh. . ." The orcish brute grunts, slouching in his chair as he'd grip a tankard. He'd narrow his eyes at the orkos and the humans around him, all arguing over things they'd never change their minds about. Seemingly unphased, he'd get up from his seat, trudging off towards his home, from where he'd grab his prized axe. He never was much of a talker.

"Sounds like a Monster to me. I'm in." Sighard retorts, tugging on the Baldric holding his swords in place.

@Balthasar

". . ." A large, stout man would grumble something under his breath, scratching his head. He would ponder for a few moments, before ungripping the bounty paper, heading out.

"Him again..." Sighard would glance over the contract, frowning. He'd dispatch a letter to his fellow members of the Manticore Initiative, beckoning them to join him in this hunt.

"A hunt? Why would you need marksmen for that?" Sighard would scoff, strapping a newly crafted sword scabbard unto his back

"This has become personal." The man would mutter under his breath, staring at the updated bounty, his eyes fiery, fixated on the memory of a burning village "The minas do not interest me anymore. May the Long Dark take me should you not fall to my blade, wench."

An unkempt man dressed in rags covered by a brown travelling cloak squints his eyes at the notice, his steely gaze masking nuances of both disgust and admiration towards the elven woman. Grumbling, he'd begin to scribble something in the corner of the paper.

"Should anyone be willing to form another group in hopes of successfully carrying out this contract , consider reaching out towards me as an addition to your party. I am able bodied, looking for work, and employed various guerilla tactics and operations over my years as a sellsword.

Signed, 

Sighard Cathwulf."

Username: Joltastik

Character Name: Sighard Cathwulf

MC Name: Joltastik

RP Name: Sippi Zigrin

Skype: vladmarin8

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): UTC+ 2:00

Do you have Teamspeak?: yes

What are your reasons for joining the legion?: Protecting Urguan

Grug would aimlessly wander trough the great Goi, indulging himself in the presence of his fellow orcs and asking each and every one of them for the possibility of a training klomp. Out of a sudden, the young orc rushes towards a newly posted note on the notice board. What could it be about? His curiosity lingered.

"Wub dah zkah?!"

His crimson eyes widened as he snarled his currently developing tusks at the page. He felt a primal rage growing inside of him, like a wild fire spreading trough the elven woods from the stories he was told about by the elders. The kub felt like he wanted to punch something, urgently.

"Da zpiritz ar OuuRrz, agh LagHtz ar wuling tu teech pinkehz abuut dem? Twiggiz? Dwurvez? Da vereh reicez dat BaAnizhd Kruug?! AaArrGh!"

He ripped the paper into shreds and grabbed his "sword", a result of his novice smithing prowess. Grug angrily stomped towards his tent, where he would think of a plan to catch the person who wrote the note.

Young Grug's big, red eyes would widen as he sees the posters around the Uzg. As he taps his bandaged arrow wound, he slowly mutters to himself with difficulty, due to his growing tusks:

"Mi DiiD nubing, agh PiiNkieeEz agh TwigiI klomp mi widuut hunur. Dei muzt pei, in bluud! Pushdug PIInKeeZ!"

Brutus chuckles, before sealing a letter and placing it in the beak of a raven which would fly away. He walks out of his cabin, muttering to himself:

"It's hunting time."

Out-Of-Character Information

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

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: anihilatorul

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

Do you understand you cannot be on both of these accounts at once? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: I understand

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

How long have you been on LotC?: I used to play like 1 year ago, but then i lost my old MC account, on the new one i have been playing since February.

How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?: Just the main one.

Out-Of-Character Information

Please excuse my grammar, english is not my main language! :D

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: anihilatorul

How old are you?: 14 years old :)

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes, i am aware of this.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Of course :D

What’s the rule you agree with the most?:" Excessive trolling or use of 'memes' in roleplay are disallowed. " I do not think i have to explain why i agree with this rule, trolling is the bane of lots of RP servers, not only on minecraft.

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): Read everything that i did not understand completely several times before writing this application, so i think i understand all the rules.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?

I used to play on another account back in Anthos and had loads of fun. Unfortunately lost that account so i am using this one.

Definitions

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What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is acting and speaking as a character that you are impersonating.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming is using OOC knowledge in RP, for example (RANDOM NAME) says in OOC Chat that he is about to backstab you, so you turn around and kill (RANDOM NAME).

What is powergaming?:Powergaming is the act of enforcing your RP action on another player without letting them respond to it.

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: Donovan Fontaine

Character’s sex: Male

Character’s race: Human

Character’s age: 43

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.): Born to Francesca Fontaine, a proud Heartlander and to Duncan Fontaine, a Hunter from the outskirts of Felsen. He had an older brother by the name of Wallis, who was also an aspiring sorcerer.

Donovan grew up in a cozy mansion in Felsen. He was a very agile boy and a quick-learner, being able to best his dad in combat by the age of 13. He always wanted to learn magic, but his brother was against it, saying that it was too dangerous for him. His brother was quite the introvert. He stayed in his room for countless hours a day, practicing his strange spells and incantations, saying that they were just harmless alteration spells. But Donovan was smarter than that. He knew his brother was up to something.

His parents loved Wallis with all their heart, and would not believe that their ''pumpkin'' would do anything bad. They did not trust Donovan. He knew he had to have actual proof of his brother's evil tidings. So he followed him. Wallis only got out of the house after dusk, so young Donovan had to be careful. He silently stood in the shadows, watching every move of his brother. He eventually reached an abandoned mansion in the outskirts of the city. There, Wallis met with a bunch of people. Bad people. Donovan knew it. Each one of them carried a bag with them. It seemed heavy and reeked of flesh. All of the strange people dropped the bags on the floor, revealing corpses. His parent's corpses. Donovan gasped, trying to hold his tears. Trying not to get caught, but it was in vain. Wallis did not flinch at the sight of his parent's corpses. He also did not flinch when his brother was discovered by one of the necromancers. He knew what he had to do.

The next morning he found his house burned. everything he loved was turned to ashes. Worthless ruins. He set out, knowing that he will find his brother, knowing that he will end him.

The next years he made a living as a mercenary, gaining enough gold for a good sword and good armor. He needs to prepare if he is going to face his brother.

Personality Traits: He has a cold personality, only opening up to his most trustworthy friends. He is fair, too fair, some say. He is also determined to reach all of his goals.

Ambitions: He wants his brother's head on a pike, but he also feels that he should help people in need. He wants to learn the arts of magic, since he was fascinated by that since he was a little boy

Strengths/Talents: Good swordsman and tracker,  very agile and pretty strong, due to his harsh training routine as a child, since his father was a hunter.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Gets angered quite quickly sometimes, leading to carelessness in battle. Not good with any ''two-handed'' weapons(axes for example) and no affiliation with magic(for now :D) 

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 186 cm height, 90 kg weight

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