DeathknightDeadnight

RP Name:Talendar Skills: Swordsmen-Ship. Parkour Do you require equipment?: Wouldn't mind a uniform, but i'm good for the most part. OOC Skype: None Can you use TS?: No Time Zone: U.S eastern

What’s your Minecraft account name?: DeathknightDN 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?: I don't really agree the most to any due to my own reasons. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): Nope, non confuse me. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: GizzyGaza's youtube channel Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): None What is roleplaying?: Takeing on the role of a fake character and playing through their eyes as them, not yourself. What is metagaming?: To act as your self, not as your character. Maybe knowing something IC because you know it OOC What is powergaming?: I'll just give an example [It takes months to forge the most powerful weapon in the world Paynos - Two minutes later he has the most powerful blade in the world] past RP expierence with my friend, he wanted an IC OP sword so badly he powergamed... Name: Talendar Race: Human-Farfolk Age: 37 Sex: Male Biography: Born in Vandoria, but lost and raised, by wood elven travelers, Talendar grew to become a great fighter, but also gained a small attachment for nature. His adopted father trained him with a sword, so he could grow and know how to defend himself, his adopted mother taught him to care for those in need, but care for nature the most. Talendar grew, sometimes looking out wondering, who he really was, what his true name was, who were his blood parents that most likely missed him oh so much. To that he never knew. Days went on, he found himself simply living with his adopted parents, in the elven city of Laureh'lin As he grew he learned more skills, his father taught him how to use a bow, to hunt when he needed food and only then. His mother taught him to farm, so he would be able to preserve the creatures. But as time went on, he grew tired of his life, and saught adventure, and thrill, but to make money out in the world, he became a sell-sword or, mercenary to be more specific. He was hired for the siege of Rhewengrad, on the side of the invaders, as long as it payed, he cared not. After the years, its time to see whats become of him at last. As he travels, no true home, just seeking adventure and thrill. His love of a good fight, or a good drink, is his favorite thing, in the world, ready for anything, anything, at all. Its time to adventure. Personality Traits: Habits: Biting his lip before a battle, tapping his foot waiting to travel. Dislikes: Dark elves, and orcish. Ambitions: To become a legend, and be one of the greatest mercenaries this world, has ever seen. Strengths/Talents: swordsmen-ship, and cooking Weaknesses/Inabilities: Archery, stealth. Appearance: Brown hair ~ 5.7 inches wide 9.5 feet tall ~ Dark green eyes ~ Normal sized ears ~ Pointed nose.