Out of character Info:
Minecraft Account name: CorruptedNeuron
How old are you?: 18 years old
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with most?: Derogatory remarks directory towards those on the Lord of the Craft mediums of communication will not be tolerated.
Are there any rules that confuse you, or don’t make sense?: No
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Searching for Minecraft role play servers on Google Chrome.
Links to past whitelist apps: n/a, first application
Definitions
Roleplaying: Roleplaying is acting, and speaking as if you are the character you are portraying in game; essentially playing make believe.
Example: Many players may roleplay as a valiant knight who conquers all who oppose him, but in reality they are just a high school sophomore with a great imagination.
Metagaming: Metagaming is using learned knowledge, and rules acquired from outside of the game and applying them inside of the game.
Example: In out of character Stan tells Dan that Max stole the gold, but in character Dan wouldn’t know Max has the gold. Max uses the information from out of character in character to get his gold back.
Power emoting(Power gaming): Powergaming is having unfair advantages towards players that breaks the rules of roleplaying in game, or would never be possible in real life.
Example: Max instantly crushes Dan to a pulp with a lift of his pinky finger, and with a small exhale the kingdom walls are blown away along with the gigantic castle, and 1000 armored men.
In game
Character’s name: Don Soprano
Character’s Gender: Male
Character’s race: Heartlander/Farfolk
Character’s age: 19
Personality Traits: Don’s habits is that he always wakes up at midnight because his father would always come home from work at that time. Don dislikes being disrespected. One of Don’s quirks is that his left eyes twitches often from stress.
Ambitions: To be the best artist in Oren, and the greatest crime lord in history, and to bring honor back to his family’s name.
Strengths/Talents: Good at influencing others and leading through purpose, motivation, and direction. Very good in fine art, proficient in the way of the coin, and a good strategist
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Don is always suspicious of everyone, has anxiety and a lot of stress, not very skilled in archery, not as strong as the average man in Oren, and may enjoy killing people a little too much.
Appearance: A slim brown skinned teen with black eyes and curly burnt umber hair, with a face that has seen many battles, an unfathomable amount of scars, with an average height of 5.5.
Skin:
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Biography:
The path he walked in life would be filled with only the shadows of man’s deepest evils; a path no one would wish on the Devil himself. His name was Don Soprano, true heir to the Soprano Family crime syndicate; only to be stripped of his birthright by a coup in the family. Left without a penny to his name, the 19 year old would-be prince of crime would have to leave the hardy walls of Felsen, and his broken family behind, or his two little sisters wouldn’t be the only ones “accidentally” crushed with debris from a faulty scaffolding holding up the unfinished section of the church.
Don Soprano, a well-dressed, brown skinned teen, average in height with black eyes, and many scars on his face would be the child of Medici Soprano and Jasmine Soprano. Medici Soprano, age 39, was a Major General for the Felsen Guard, hails from Oren, and is a true Heartlander. Jasmine on the other hand was a Farfolk, age 35, came from a nomadic Merchant tribe called the wanderers in the Farfolk tongue. Born on a cold day in hell, 1539, Don would learn the trade of his father, and forefathers: mastering the fine arts while also selling illegal contraband, extortion, being a mercenary, and things too unspeakable for the common ear. In 1558 Don would hide out in a small village outside the City-State of Celein, planning on how to bring his family’s name back to glory.
As a child, age 12, Don witnessed the way of man’s most primal instincts. Don’s father made his usual rounds to different merchant shops, this time in the city of Peremont, and since it was Don’s birthday he went along as well. Medici didn’t cover his son’s eyes as the merchant’s screams came to an abrupt stop. Those screams seemed to always haunt Don, it wasn’t human, wasn’t natural. Don turned his gaze away as the tall masked men in black silk clothes threw the motionless body over the bridge, and into the city sewers. Don would always have pieces of the damned on his clothes, and the screams beckoned him for help; too bad the dead cannot save the dead.
Don had tremendous skill in the way of the tongue, influencing all who would listen to his cold and unrelenting voice. The new leaders of the broken Soprano Family knew this, and would be searching for Don until his very last breath. If Don could only save his family, if he could be able to accomplish a feat of such magnitude, God help him. Every Crime Family in the region would love to relieve his neck of his head, but Don would rather go to the deep bowels of the eternal flame than let his destiny be taken from him. For Don knows the only place a man goes in death is not the 7 skies, it’s a dingy six foot deep hole. Maybe somewhere in the Isles of Valor there is a place for the wretched to lay their head in peace, or maybe it’s just a distant dream, unattainable by those drowning in pools of blood.