Kyro4138

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: Kyro4138 How old are you?: 20 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Ya Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yup What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule about no powergaming. I hate nothing more than building up my character through weeks of rp, or watching someone else, and to have it all be meaningless when some newbie walks rp and rps something ridiculous to get the better of said more experienced character. It doesn't make sense, and I've seen communities where the admins didn't care about this happening at all and ruined large parts of the rp. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: Nope How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: My good friend Jayhawk was looking up for some cool servers to try out and found this place. I looked into it with him looking at the Lore and world and various rules and we decided this could be a great place to try roleplaying at. Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A 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! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is roleplaying?: The act of Playing a Role :snicker: but really, roleplaying is just that: immersing oneself into a different role, acting it out within realistic actions and weaving a story for not just yourself, but for all around you to enjoy. Roleplay isn't about killing everyone else or becoming the "strongest" character, it's all about making a good story. What is metagaming?: The act of using Out-Of-Character knowledge used In-Character. Say you're on the server in one corner of the map. Someone on the other side of the world, tens of thousands of blocks away, roleplays getting a fleet of ships ready to attack someone. Your character would be metagaming if they have knowledge of this, as there is no IC means of them knowing this. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Making an action in which the target no longer has control over their own character for a brief moment, another player assuming control of said character. It's quite an absurd thing to do and ruins the whole point of roleplaying; making a story with people. You can very well write your own story about your character and have all their enemies bend to your whims and will, but in roleplay with other people around you, their stories and your own intertwine. They're making their own story just as much as anyone else. It wouldn't be right to make a player lose total control of their own story. (sorry about the paragraph lol) In-Character Information Character’s name: Vincent Valois (vaal, "ois" as in "poise") Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Human/Heartlander Character’s age: 23 Biography: My name is Vincent Valois, and this is my journal. I finally managed to get enough coins to buy one; Jon thinks it's ridiculous how the ink cost almost as much as this book, and that it was even more ridiculous that I bought them. I needed this however, it has been far too long since I've been able to write to my heart's content. And so, this is where I shall detail my life story, from now on until I can no longer hold my quill. Before I get to the future, though, I must start with the past. I am Vincent, first-born son of Aiden of House Valois. We were a semi-aristocratic family owning land a few days of travel North of Courland, and were a part of the great Holy Orenian Empire. One of my great-grandfathers was a Baron, and when he passed his land remained ours, for our sons to inherit again and again. We were not "nobility," though. We lost that title long ago. All we had left was our lands, and our wealth. Never the less we persisted. And through lasting this long, we finally got our chance to try taking up the title of "noble" again; House Vaeloryan, from their castle Ashtanshire a day or two East of us, had pledged fealty to us and offered their son Jon to become our vassals. They were not a wealthy family, and were not part of the political intrigues of the Capital, but it was a step. A step that we gladly took, we arranged for my sister Emilia to wed Jon Vaeloryan, both my family and theirs hoping to grow in power to one day become Lords like our ancestors. It was not to last, though. No. Soon after Jon and Emilia were married, myself, my parents, and my last sibling Alaina traveled to castle Ashtanshire to stay for a few days, and celebrate the consumation of Jon and Emilia's wedding. All of the last remnants of House Valois and House Vaeloryan were there that tragic day. I remember it well, particularly from how it was all such a blur. First the guards sounded the alarm. We looked around at each other at the dining table, none of us the wiser. Then there was shouting just outside. Then, next thing I know I'm running with Emilia, Alaina, and Jon to get outside of the Keep. I looked back in time to see my dad get speared straight through. I turned forward and ran harder. It was of no matter though, soon enough we were all caught. Slavers, Jon said they were. Jon and I were lucky, we both got sold to a wealthy Lord. My sisters weren't so lucky. I can't imagine the horrors that befell them, and shudder to think of such to this day. But, Jon and myself were both bought by the same man. Jon is a Highlander; big, strong, and smart enough to know how to use his strength effectively. I'm not sure exactly what the Master had him do, we don't talk about that. I was given a bit of leniency though. The Master did not buy me for physical labor. One look at me would tell anyone that I was not fit for such tasks. Instead he bought me solely for the fact of my "nobility" - that is, he'd always struggled reading and writing letters, and I was to assist him in that. Eventually he would even call for me to enter his private chambers so he wouldn't have to drag his papers and ink to the slave quarters. The stench there was too much for one such as himself I suppose. I never tried escaping, or killing him while helping him write. I knew from memory the exact location outside his chamber doors the guards were stationed. I would have had no chance of escape even if I could have killed the man. One day though, one day, I saw an opportunity. I finished helping him write his letters as usual, and then a guard walked inside. The man said only "They're here, my Lord." I knew what he meant, a few days ago I'd helped my Master write to arrange the marriage of his daughter, and the family she was to be wed to were kind enough to visit my Master's domain to consumate the marriage. My Master hurried out without another word, the guard following behind him. I quickly tidied up the desk space and made my way out of the room, not wanting the guard positioned outside the room to whip me for being too slow. Only, when I walked out, the guard did not whip me. He did not say a thing. I gingerly looked up, and saw no one at his usual position. I looked around the hallway. No one, not a single person, not a single noise at all telling of a living being besides myself being in this hallway. My mind raced, I knew this was my one and only chance. The last one I'd ever have in my life. I went back to the desk and pulled back out the quill and ink, the paper, and the wax seal. There was no chance of this not working, my Master had me write all his letters and so his handwriting, was quite literally my own handwriting. I had his wax seal of his House's crest. I hurridly wrote the letter, to the guard captain on duty at the gates. I wrote that I, the "Master," wanted himself and all the guards to gather in the dining hall to celebrate his Lord's daughter's wedding day. I stamped it with the wax seal and ran out. I approached the man, handed him the letter, and quickly ran off before he could beat me for approaching him. I went back to the Slave quarters, I still had one thing left to do. I ran in there to Jon's "bed" of hay on the stone floor, and told him briefly of what I did, and that I wanted him to come with me to escape. I couldn't risk any of the other slaves coming lest we attract more attention before getting to the gates. He hurridly got up and led me to the gates, I'd never left the Keep while in Master's care so I did not know the layout of the castle. Another good reason to bring Jon. I applauded myself on the decision to bring him even more when the alarms rung when we were on our way out; the guardsman must have arrived at the dining hall, and so the Master found out something was going on. Two guards saw us, Jon told me which way to run. He stayed back there, but quickly caught up. I never asked what happened to the guards, and he silently led me forward. He didn't lead me to the gates though. I asked him what the hell he was doing leading me to the stables, and he reprimanded me on trying to leave without getting horses. It would take weeks to get to the next town on foot, he said, and we dared not enter the kitchen to steal some food. So we untethered two horses, one for each of us, and rode out. Some how we had made our way to a neighboring town, and stayed low while trying to get as much money as we possibly could being poor. Jon was not only my brother now, but also my savior twice over. Once back at the castle during our escape with the guards, and now every day here trying our best to scrounge up money. I'm good with money. Great with it, fantastic with it, I could always find all the good investments. But I had no idea how to make money in order to begin investing it, I had no knowledge of what it was like being of the "common" people. House Valois was not technically nobility, but we had enough wealth for me to live comfortably in my old life. None of that matters now though. All that matters is that we made a pact. We would both bring our houses back to glory, we could become nobles like our fathers and grandfathers wanted. Above all, though, I wanted justice. Justice on my slaver Master. Justice on all slavers. Justice on such corrupt nobles who take to buying slaves. Today, he and I carry on, and my heart is bitter to the world, but I'm living. I'm surviving. And we'll make it to being nobility, as not just two former slaves who know each other, but as brothers. Once we get enough money and supplies, we will ride for Courland. Personality Traits: Vincent has, for obvious reasons, a strong hatred for slavery and slave owners. He never lets his feelings be known to anyone, even Jon, but he'd love to see every slaver in the Empire burn in front of him. He's not just a cruel man though, he earnestly wants to bring Jon's family name back up as well as his own, and sees Jon as a brother and equal. He detests people acting like they "own" others, and if he can will try to stop it when he sees it. Ambitions: To be Lord of House Valois, bringing his family name back to its glory. He also wishes to help Jon of House Vaeloryan (aka Jayhawk) to bring his family name back up. Vincent also wishes to achieve what he believes to be his birthright: Strengths/Talents: Research (Reading & Writing): Vincent has always been an avid reader, combing through any books he can find no matter the contents. He reads for the simple sake of reading, to learn all there is from each and every page, and in turn he's developed quite the memory for retaining information that he's read. Money: Vincent has been good at managing money, being from a noble family. He spent a copious amount of time helping his father and advisor's with financial-managerial work, doing his best to pick up on what was going on so he could grow up and do the job himself. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Strength: Vincent is short, skinny as hell, and has never (successfully) done any amount of physical labor in his life, and most likely never will if he can help it. If he were to ever get into a fight he could not run away from, he would certainly be killed and he knows it. Money: Although he is very good at managing large amounts of money, Vincent lacks the knowledge required in order to GET a large amount of money to manage; he knows how to spot a good deal for investing a few hundred, or even thousands of coins to make more, but has no idea how to work his way up to getting enough to invest. This is yet another fact that could potentially kill him if he were ever left alone, although he's more willing to fix this weakness of his. Appearance: Height: 5' 7" Hair Color: A vibrant blonde; Vincent intentionally keeps it dirty in order to keep himself from standing out cause of its natural sheen. Scars: He has a scar just left of his left eye, big enough to see but small enough to not matter to him much. He also has some far bigger scars on his back from being whipped. Skin: [img=]