What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Emporerz
How old are you?: 23
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?: Roleplay is mandatory.
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?
Youdude recommended me.
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?: Portraying a character that is not yourself.
What is metagaming?: Utilising knowledge you do not have in-character.
What is powergaming?: Unfairly portraying actions or power.
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: Heleanore "Helen" Yvonus
Character’s sex: Female
Character’s race: High-Elf
Character’s age: 67
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 a bastard child to Savet and an exiled high-elf whose name has since been lost from within her mind, Heleanore quickly realised that she would have to fend for herself in this gutter of a world. Her early childhood was lived out within a crappy village on the outskirts of the Oren Empire where the crappier villagers would constantly bully and discriminate against her because of her unique hair and eye colours. The torture would have been unbearable to an individual with any lesser willpower. One fated evening, her village was raided by a brigade of bandits - their swords freshly cleaned and blood boiling for a fight. During the ensuing slaughter, Heleanore managed to take up arms with an old, chipped sword and fended off two bandits to save her own life, each of her strikes clumsy yet powerful considering her size, age and gender. The leader at the time saw promise in the young, clearly tortured girl, taking her in and bringing her up within the morals of the bandits themselves - the girl herself seemingly unphased by the recent decease of both her mother and the place she had called home all those years.
Surrounded by hungry, blood-lusting men was actually easier for her than the days in the village; all it took was a swift ass-kicking to have the men fall in line and soon enough they were revering her as the strongest of the group! Years passed by and Heleanore continued her life as a bloodied sword until finally the day came where she challenged and killed the leader whom had taken her in upon that fateful day at her village, the man now laid broken and bloody before her as the rest of the brigade cheered her name. The mountains north of the Oren empire were her playground from now onward.
And thus the years continued to roll on by, her name taking root in many rumours and her group of bandits soon becoming the most wanted band within the mountains. However, as luck would have it, one day a patrol of heavily armed men from the Oren capital city, Felsen, had wandered through a little too closely to her camp. Their business there was most likely to smoke her and her band out, thus leading to conflict between the two factions. The ensuing battle took the lives of all her men but also dealt with the intruders completely, leaving Heleanore on her own after all this time. Despair did not take to her however, the woman far too wilful and eager to pursue further greatness to let such a small setback keep her from her aspirations. She abandoned the mountains that had been her second home, in search of new places and people - her journey not taking her far at all before her father should ironically appear before her. He'd apparantly heard tales of a woman that bore resemblance to his features; the silver hair and orange eye colouring. And as luck would have it, she was indeed his legacy - but his presence was not met with a smile or hug, instead brandishing her huge broadsword toward him with an uninterested scowl marring her fair features. It took some time and some persuading but he'd eventually managed to get her to lower her weapon and follow him back to where he called home; a place where she felt quite out of place. It was there that she learned of his penchant for Necromancy. Was there an ulterior motive in bringing her with him? Only time would tell.
Note: Due to her significantly unique upbringing, she does not harbour the same sorts of thoughts and feelings as typical mali'aheral. She has no sense of community, believes she is above all others including her own race and frankly isn't even aware of how long she has to live, much less what her race is.
Personality Traits: Haughty, Arrogant, Callous, Selfish, Loyal, Tsundere!
Ambitions: Ultimate power and control. Immortality. To become a God.
Strengths/Talents: Natural leader. Fearsome fighter. Is exceedingly attractive!
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Has trouble controlling her temper. Will not do things she deems beneath her station. Quick to distrust. Unlikely to aid strangers. Foul-mouthed.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 5'7" at 135 pounds. Her body is mainly muscular in physique but not to the point of appearing masculine. Vibrant, orange eyes that depict her lineage to her father and silver hair that could dazzle the eyes of a dragon. Fair features that contort magnificently into her usual scowl. Scar tissue lines her back in long gashes that resemble marks a whip would create.
Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guidehere): RP Minecraft
What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Emporerz How old are you?: 23 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?: Roleplay is mandatory. 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? Youdude recommended me. 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?: Portraying a character that is not yourself. What is metagaming?: Utilising knowledge you do not have in-character. What is powergaming?: Unfairly portraying actions or power. 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: Heleanore "Helen" Yvonus Character’s sex: Female Character’s race: High-Elf Character’s age: 67 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 a bastard child to Savet and an exiled high-elf whose name has since been lost from within her mind, Heleanore quickly realised that she would have to fend for herself in this gutter of a world. Her early childhood was lived out within a crappy village on the outskirts of the Oren Empire where the crappier villagers would constantly bully and discriminate against her because of her unique hair and eye colours. The torture would have been unbearable to an individual with any lesser willpower. One fated evening, her village was raided by a brigade of bandits - their swords freshly cleaned and blood boiling for a fight. During the ensuing slaughter, Heleanore managed to take up arms with an old, chipped sword and fended off two bandits to save her own life, each of her strikes clumsy yet powerful considering her size, age and gender. The leader at the time saw promise in the young, clearly tortured girl, taking her in and bringing her up within the morals of the bandits themselves - the girl herself seemingly unphased by the recent decease of both her mother and the place she had called home all those years. Surrounded by hungry, blood-lusting men was actually easier for her than the days in the village; all it took was a swift ass-kicking to have the men fall in line and soon enough they were revering her as the strongest of the group! Years passed by and Heleanore continued her life as a bloodied sword until finally the day came where she challenged and killed the leader whom had taken her in upon that fateful day at her village, the man now laid broken and bloody before her as the rest of the brigade cheered her name. The mountains north of the Oren empire were her playground from now onward. And thus the years continued to roll on by, her name taking root in many rumours and her group of bandits soon becoming the most wanted band within the mountains. However, as luck would have it, one day a patrol of heavily armed men from the Oren capital city, Felsen, had wandered through a little too closely to her camp. Their business there was most likely to smoke her and her band out, thus leading to conflict between the two factions. The ensuing battle took the lives of all her men but also dealt with the intruders completely, leaving Heleanore on her own after all this time. Despair did not take to her however, the woman far too wilful and eager to pursue further greatness to let such a small setback keep her from her aspirations. She abandoned the mountains that had been her second home, in search of new places and people - her journey not taking her far at all before her father should ironically appear before her. He'd apparantly heard tales of a woman that bore resemblance to his features; the silver hair and orange eye colouring. And as luck would have it, she was indeed his legacy - but his presence was not met with a smile or hug, instead brandishing her huge broadsword toward him with an uninterested scowl marring her fair features. It took some time and some persuading but he'd eventually managed to get her to lower her weapon and follow him back to where he called home; a place where she felt quite out of place. It was there that she learned of his penchant for Necromancy. Was there an ulterior motive in bringing her with him? Only time would tell. Note: Due to her significantly unique upbringing, she does not harbour the same sorts of thoughts and feelings as typical mali'aheral. She has no sense of community, believes she is above all others including her own race and frankly isn't even aware of how long she has to live, much less what her race is. Personality Traits: Haughty, Arrogant, Callous, Selfish, Loyal, Tsundere! Ambitions: Ultimate power and control. Immortality. To become a God. Strengths/Talents: Natural leader. Fearsome fighter. Is exceedingly attractive! Weaknesses/Inabilities: Has trouble controlling her temper. Will not do things she deems beneath her station. Quick to distrust. Unlikely to aid strangers. Foul-mouthed. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 5'7" at 135 pounds. Her body is mainly muscular in physique but not to the point of appearing masculine. Vibrant, orange eyes that depict her lineage to her father and silver hair that could dazzle the eyes of a dragon. Fair features that contort magnificently into her usual scowl. Scar tissue lines her back in long gashes that resemble marks a whip would create. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guidehere): RP Minecraft