Jedi_Toothpaste

What the bloody hell did you just bloody say about me, you little Eastern European? I’ll have you know I was elected top of my constituency in the general election, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids in Bongo-Bongo Land, and I have over 300 confirmed votes. I am trained in high street campaigning and I’m the top Eurosceptic in the entire UKIP cabinet. You are nothing to me but just another immigrant. I will deport you jolly well out of these Great Isles with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this continent, mark my bloody words. You think you can get away with saying that poppycock to me in Parliament? Think again, foreigner. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the EU and your nationality is being traced right now so you had better well prepare for the storm, heathen. The storm that stops the pathetic little thing you call your Jobseeker’s Allowance. You’re jolly well gone, laddie. I can be anywhere, any time, and I can stare at you uncomfortably in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my naked eyes. Not only am I extensively trained in leaflet delivering, but I have access to the entirety of the UKIP electorate and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable arse off the face of the Cliffs of Dover, you little peasant. If only you could have known what unholy retribution hiding under a lorry during a channel crossing was going to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stayed in mainland Europe. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you God-forsaken nitwit. I will **** politically incorrect comments all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bloody well going back to from whence you came, laddie.

Arcus Ironheart lays back on his bed, charred and singed from the events, simply looking over the horizon of the town from his window, "Maybe it would've gone away faster if there were other people actually fighting it." He'd say with a low grumble turning back over with a sigh, "Least I only wasted two arrows making it flee. A sharp shot to the eye and one to it's cheek. Not worth the burns that came with it. . ."

Application: Name: Arcus Ironheart Race: Heartlander Reason for joining: Already in the army. (OOC) Skype: Idoje Do you use TS?: Yes.

What’s your Minecraft account name?: Jedi_Toothpaste How old are you?: 16 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?: "Cyber Bullying" - I agree with the rule because of how in the past i've had problems with especially toxic members of a community bringing down and sometimes entirely destroying my role-play mood on a daily basis, which hindered my experience as a whole, to the point of which I stayed up late so I could role-play without certain people bothering me. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): All of the rules make sense to me. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: A friend recommended the server after I asked him what he was doing, they went onto saying that they found it to be extremely enjoyable thus far and said it was well worth creating an application to join Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I have not tried to apply to the server before-hand. Definitions What is roleplaying?: Role-playing is when you put yourself into a character within a fantasy or real-life setting in which you develop said character to progress your character and the server lore. What is metagaming?: Metagaming is where you use OOC knowledge IC, for example. Someone says that they're going to attack you later OOC. You take action and attack them IC because of what they said. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Powergaming is where you force your actions upon other players, an example would be. *He would strike down his sword, chopping off your arm* this is a example of powergaming because of how it allows the other combatant no chance to react, forcing actions upon them. In-Character Information Character’s name: Arcus Ironheart Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 29 Biography: Hailing from the countryside, Arcus is a Highlander born in 1523 near Krinfird, parents once living in Felson; Well educated and skilled within their fields, alongside learning how to farm and survive during their experience with living independently. Being Heartlanders, his parents were well educated and versed, but due to the death of Arcus' uncle, they decided to leave the city to pursue their dreams of living a quietly alone. After 6 (Year of 1529) years of living in a small isolated community they decided to try for a baby, thus, Arcus was born. From an early age he was taught how to farm and hunt, alongside being taught with his parent's Heartland knowledge he became fascinated about the thoughts of visiting a large town/city and settling down to live a happy life. But he knows that the chances of this happening are next to none. At the age of 7 (Year of 1530), Arcus was taught by a wandering merchant how to properly fire a bow, the sly merchant tricking him and his parents into buying the bow. He continued to practice any day he could, becoming proficient with the skill by the age of 20 (Year of 1543). Arcus would spend a majority of his free time with his father, farming and on the occasion, hunting animals for the small family. At times the whole family would travel to Krinfird, selling their crop and interacting with the community there, this is where he picked up most of his social skills, despite being quite shy, from talking to townsfolk about recent events and happenings expanding his knowledge on the realm. And opening his eyes to the various forms of magic and races, such as the Elves and Dwarves. Looking at the maps of generous explorers to learn the region and becoming invested in the geography of the province. These skills only increasing his ability to hunt the animals, becoming not only a skilled tracker and hunter by the age of 25 (Year of 1548). When nearing his 26th (Year of 1549) birthday, due to the rise in Orc attacks his parents decided the best course of action was to leave the region of Vailor, in pursuit of safer lands, hoping to travel to Kalos to continue to live in peace. Come 1552, Arcus became sick of the new lands, wanting to return to familiar lands, thus, Arcus returned himself to Vailor to continue his dream and to hike home soil once again. Personality Traits: Generally shy, always will try to remove himself from large social situations, loyal to his friends, nervous, ill-Confident, low Self-Esteem, not fussy when it comes to food, vilifies thieves and Barbarians Ambitions: Arcus aspires to be a tavern owner, bringing help to weary travellers that stumble in. Strengths/Talents: Archery, tracking and running Weaknesses/Inabilities: Swordsman-ship, Solitary and weak (Can lift 136lbs) Appearance: 5"11, No scars, light build (134lbs), green eyes, black-blue hair going down to his neck and pale skin. Skin: