windseer

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: windseer How old are you?: 22 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?: harassment and being toxic Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): no How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: my friends Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): Definitions What is roleplaying?: acting or living as another being What is metagaming?: playing to win by using outside knowledge and/or resources from your being What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: over using or abusing systems or powers of your being In-Character Information Character’s name: Zenomr Dreadjeer Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Goblin Character’s age: 32 Biography: I was born in realm of Vailor, to my father Helkus in the Dreadjeer tribe. We were a nomadic tribe, so we never stayed long in any one place do to the hunts and the enemies that we chased. My father helped build the war machines that were used to fight and hunt those that would challenge or dishonor us, so I was raised to do the same. When it came near time for a battle, it would my job to check the circuits and gears to make sure nothing was broken or misplaced in the machines. When the the time came for battle, we would be near the machines to protect them and fix anything that would go wrong. It was hard but a honorable job and I was satisfied with it but one day, a Farseer named Vuef came to the tribe's leader Tar to warn him of a vision he had of the tribe being over run by the undead. Tar remembered the stories of the realm of Aegis and the stories of The Great War as he thought about Vuef's warning and why they would never let the undead defeat them again. He thanked Vuef for the warning. Two years passed and the memory faded from the people of the tribe. We came to an abandon keep to rid it of our enemies and their was nothing different about the purge we were gong to preform on it. It was just like the other hundred times we have done it but, when we charged in it was empty. We spent hours searching the area for the undead we came to kill but none were found so Tar ordered us to go back to camp and leave but when we got back to camp it was aflame, shredded, and cover in the blood of my tribe. We fought with all the might and rage we had but for every one we killed, two more replaced it. It was not long before our forces were far to few and the end was in sight. As I was in the war machine working on keeping it, but it was falling apart at the seams and it was not long before it collapsed in on itself and buried me alive. As I came to, I moved the pieces off of me one piece at a time. It did not take me long to get free but when I emerged from the ruble, I saw the sun in the sky and the bodies of my tribe scattered on the ground. Many survived, including my father but the tribe had been hit hard. A day later after honoring the fallen, I was sent out to find out why the undead were so well organized and in so high numbers. Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?)Likes working on machines and drinking. Dislikes most races (except dwarves) and when someone has a lack of respect. Habits are picking nose, "forgetting" what time it is, and closing the door behind him. Quirks include leaving empty mugs and containers upside down. Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) I aspire to learn of ways to destroy the undead and help rebuild the tribe Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) mechanics and strategy Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) hand to hand combat, physical strength, hygiene, and dexterity Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?) red skin, 4,4 feet, black hair, scar over left eye from collapsed war machine Skin:

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: windseer How old are you?: 22 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?: harassment and being toxic Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): no How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: my friends Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): none Definitions What is roleplaying?: acting or living as another being What is metagaming?: playing to win by using outside knowledge from your being What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: midmaxing your being In-Character Information Character’s name: (what do you want your character to be called?) Zenomr Dreadjeer Character’s sex: (male or female?) Male Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) Goblin Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!) 32 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore.): I was born in realm of Aegis, to my father Helkus in the Dreadjeer tribe. We were a nomadic tribe and the descendants of Krug, so we never stayed long in any one place so we can go on hunts and chase our enemies. My father helped build the war machines that were used to fight and hunt those that would challenge or dishonor us, so I was raised to do the same. When it came near time for a battle, it would my job to check the circuits and gears to make sure nothing was broken or misplaced in the machines. When the the time came for battle, we would be near the machines to protect them and fix anything that would go wrong. It was hard but a honorable job and I was satisfied with it but one day, a Farseer named Vuef came to the tribe's leader Tar to warn him of a vision he had of the tribe being over run by the undead. Tar took the warning and thanked Vuef for the warning. Two years passed and the memory faded from the people of the tribe. We came to an abandon keep to rid it of our enemies and their was nothing different about the purge we were gong to preform on it. It was just like the other hundred times we have done it but, when we charged in it was empty. We spent hours searching the area for the undead we came to kill but none were found so Tar ordered us to go back to camp and leave but when w got back to camp it was aflame, shredded, and cover in the blood of my tribe. We fought with all the might and rage we had but for every one we killed, two more replaced it. It was not long before our forces were far to few and the end was in sight. As I was in the war machine working on keeping it, but it was falling apart at the seams and it was not long before it collapsed in on itself and buried me alive. As I came to, I moved the pieces off of me one piece at a time. It did not take me long to get free but when I emerged from the ruble, I saw the sun in the sky and the bodies of my tribe scattered on the ground. A day later after honoring the fallen, I packed what was left and started on my way to find out why the undead were so well organized and why there were so many of them. Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?) Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) I aspire to learn of ways to destroy the undead and rebuild the tribe Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) mechanics, strategy, and dexterity Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) hand to hand combat, physical strength,and hygiene Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?) red skin, 4,4 feet, black hair, scar over left eye from collapsed war machine Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)