the_sleepy_halo

Oh, I'm really quite good with Blah, I just don't wanna make it hard for non-fluent people to understand what they're reading, and I'm not sure Krimpglob would think entirely in glob just yet. But thank you :-)

Walking around the Orcish Goi, you might notice a few slaves. They'd probably be socializing if no Orcs were around, and if there were, probably doing nothing out of fear of screwing up. You might just notice one particular, and also quite peculiar slave sitting in the corner, writing something down. After a short while, he'd put it down and come back to it the next day. If you were interested enough, you might go and pick it up to read what he wrote, as the mind of a slave is not that well known. Sadly, because he is a slave, his writing is quite literally scratches on a piece of paper that almost resemble coherent thought, but not really. Instead, this is what he was thinking when he wrote it... Not that you'd be able to know. Dey Wun of mi writing: Today, mi was attacked again. Mi furgot to tell Uruk dat mi was a znaga again, and Uruk kicked head in a few times before anudda Uruk told them. Mi been spending gakh (or three) munths in da goi and mi keep furgettin dat mi nub an Orc, but a knife-ear. Mi saw anudda knife-ear znaga like mi befur mi blacked out. Maybeh dey aftur, mi go speak to dem. Anywey, mi gunna go speak tu momo shamun again, maybeh she can help mi head. Uh oh, anudda Uruk comin', remember, mi a znaga, tell dem mi a znaga. Mi gunna go now. Dey too of mi writing: Mi furgot to tell dem mi a znaga. Meow-wuman bit mi neck and mi blacked out again frum loss of blud. When mi woke up, it wuz night time and mi started wanderin' around da goi, lookin' for elf. He only had one eye and looked kind of sad so mi gunna help him and bring him snacks. Also, mi found momo shamun today, and she fixed mi head. She also made mi smoke sometin and it tasted like juju berries frum da forest. Oh. Dom'nus just yelled at a pinkie, dey gunna chop pinkie head off. Maybeh dey let mi have ear to make neckluss with. Mi gunna go now. Dun read. Dey tree of mi writing: Udda znaga name is Puzh-someting. He dun know blah, an mi tink he kinda dumb, but dat ukkie. Anywey, mi lurnin' orc culture from momo an mi also lurn dat mi a strigznaga. Dat meen mi gunna klomp wit da orc when dey go on raids. Dat kind of spooky, but mi wanna show dem mi wurth keepin'. Mi also wunna be a wargoth, but dat can wait. Fur now, mi gunna write and be a gud znaga. Oh! last dey, when dey cut off da Elf head, dey gave me da ear frum wun side. Said dey gotta keep da udda wun so udda knife-ears know it wus a knife-ear. Oh, well, wun is betta dan nun. Mi gunna go now. Mi saw a big Olog. Mi wanna talk to him and ask him how to be strong. ---------------------------------------------------- So basically, I wanna keep a journal for what happens for my character, who's slave name is Krimpglob. If you don't know who he is, he's a rather slow, primitive high-elf, who grew up in a forest and idolized the Orcs from when he was little. Recently he left the forest and found his way to the Orcish goi, where he was enslaved as part of the Honorary process. He thinks somewhere in the middle of an Olog and an Uruk and is as fast as a Goblin, making him perfect for the Uzg. Obviously it was rough for his first few months, but around the four month mark, he went on his first raid, attacking the High Elves. I'd like to continue this, adding to ite every day, and I obviously have much more to write from my RP with the last four days, but I'm real sleepy so I'm gonna take a nap. Thanks for reading, if you did :-]

us slaves should come together and make our own Uzg, with blackjack and hookers.

After a long week of dying inside every day, here it is! Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft account name?: sleepy_halo How old are you?: 19 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): yup Have you read and agreed to the rules?: yup What’s the rule you agree with the most?: the pvp rules are interesting Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): Nope! How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I used to play on a roleplay server like this however when it went down, I went searching for more, and this one is the most popular Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): 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?: Playing the role of a character in a storyline or something like that. What is metagaming?: Using outside knowledge, specifically information your character wouldnt know to influence the outcome of a roleplay situation. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Roleplaying as an character with all the power, not allowing anyone react to your actions and deciding what happens to them for them. In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Mako Character’s sex: Male, but often mistaken for female Character’s race: High-Elven Character’s age: 19 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore.): (where does your character come from?; where have they traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.) Mako, while pale of skin and frail of frame, never got to live the lavish life of a High Elven Noble. When the young elfling was knee-high to a dwarf, his family took a traveling ship across the ocean, mostly for a vacation, however their boat was violently attacked by a disturbed sea creature. Part of the boat, specifically the one that Mako and his mother were on, was torn apart and the two drifted off to sea. Mako's mother, determined to save her child from the terrors of the open sea, put together a makeshift raft and while it wasn't enough to save both of them, Mako himself floated on until he hit the shore of a nearby fishing village. What would follow would be a tough life of survival. The fishing-town was more like a bandit retreat and while bandits could see the use of a young high-elf, that didn't mean they made living conditions more than terrible. Mako would be taken on raids, made to steal from Nobles, and so on, until he was about seven years of age. On his seventh birthday, he hitched a ride with a merchant wagon making it's way far from the bandits, and to The Uzg. As disaster seemed to follow this poor Elf, his ride with the Merchant would come to a stop, due to being caught right in the middle of a battle between human hedge-wizards, and small group of the Gorkil Clan of Orcs. The Orcs slaughtered the hedge-wizards and the Merchant, leaving his wagon to be engulfed by flames. Mako, fearing for his life, laid lifeless on the ground, making sure to blend in with the blood-filled mess. The Orcs, who were already celebrating their countless victories, walked right over his seemingly-lifeless body. The Elf didnt move for two days, not asleep, but also not totally awake. When Mako did come to his senses, he found himself in the middle of at least fifty corpses, bloodied and half-naked. Taking an Orcish axe and the robes of a wizard, he retreated to the forest. From weeks on, he spent his time hunting fish, or any small mammal he could get his hands on, and eating raw meat. Day by day, he seemed less like an Elf and more like an animal, growling and clawing through the untamed woods. Years went by and Mako found himself less interested in the forest that he had spent most his life in and more interested in the travelers that went through it. Sure, he couldnt understand what they said or why brandished weapons when they saw him, but they were interesting nonetheless. Finally his curiosity piqued by a traveling caravan filled with colorful characters of all different races. He followed them some time and when he came to the point of no-return, he left the feral forest behind and set off on a new adventure, axe in hand and meat in his bag. Personality Traits: As it's the only thing he knows, Mako enjoys running through the mountains, playing in the wild-flowers, and sometimes stalking the occasional woodsman. Ambitions: Being an Elf, he's constantly curious about the world around him, but truly wants to be respected among the Orcs. When it comes to other predators, he sees them more as a challenge, as he's grown to be very territorial. Strengths/Talents: An excellent trapper and is fairly good at moving quietly through forests. Weaknesses/Inabilities: He has little to no knowledge of magic whatsoever, and when it comes to an up-close and personal fight, his lack of girth and muscle-mass means the only way he can win a fight is by being crafty. Short-tempered and also has a hard time speaking any language at all. His only known skills with weaponry are that of Orcish design. Appearance: Clothes mostly stolen off of caravans, a poncho that was gifted to him by an old gypsy. Pretty indistinct from another High-Elf, except for the fact that he's probably pretty dirty, has many, many scars on his body, and Orcish-styled war-paint on his face. Skin:

After a long week of dying inside every day, here it is! Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft account name?: sleepy_halo How old are you?: 19 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): yup Have you read and agreed to the rules?: yup What’s the rule you agree with the most?: the pvp rules are interesting Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): Nope! How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I used to play on a roleplay server like this however when it went down, I went searching for more, and this one is the most popular Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): 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?: Playing the role of a character in a storyline or something like that. What is metagaming?: Using outside knowledge for whatever reason in roleplay! What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Basically, acting as if whatever you say goes without letting the other party to react. In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Mako Character’s sex: Male, but often mistaken for female Character’s race: High-Elven Character’s age: 19 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore.): (where does your character come from?; where have they traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.) Mako, while pale of skin and frail of frame, never got to live the lavish life of a High Elven Noble. When the young elfling was knee-high to a dwarf, he was lost at sea along with his mother. A group of aquatic sirens who had been living nearby, took notice to the mother's flailing body however instead of helping her, like most fairy-folk would, they tore her to red ribbons in the dark sea. When they noticed the swaddled up baby, instead of doing the same to his parent, they called for a sea-turtle to take him to shore. The sea-turtle was reluctant as the nearby town was a fishing one and it new the dangers, but figured it couldn't just leave the infant to drown. When he finally made it to the beach, he slid the infant into a fishing-boat and went on his way, hoping best for the child. What would follow would be a tough life of survival. The fishing-town was more like a bandit retreat and while bandits could see the use of a young high-elf, that didn't mean they made living conditions more than terrible. Mako would be taken on raids, made to steal from Nobles, and so on, until he was about seven years of age. On his seventh birthday, he hitched a ride with a merchant wagon making it's way far from the bandits, and to The Uzg. As disaster seemed to follow this poor Elf, his ride with the Merchant would come to a stop, due to being caught right in the middle of a battle between human hedge-wizards, and small group of the Gorkil Clan of Orcs. The Orcs slaughtered the hedge-wizards and spared the Merchant but stole his wagon. Mako, determined not to be afraid of anything after coming so far, stood his ground against the Orcs. The Orcs, already getting over a bloodrage laughed terribly at the frail Elf. The leader of the squad took a bit of blood from one of his fallen brother and smeared it across the Elf's face, before knocking him out with one hilt-smash from his axe. By the time Mako awoke, he was naked with nothing but an Orc-crafted spear and blanket, in the middle of the forest. From weeks on, he spent his time hunting bears and eating raw meat. Eventually he met the same group of Orcs again, but this time things were sort of different. Their leader attacked Mako, and brutally beat him down, leaving scars across his torso and legs. When he thought Mako had enough, he did the same as last time, knocking him out with the hilt of his axe. However, this time, when the elf awoke, he had neither the food and supplies he had gathered, nor the blanket and spear that was given to him. If he was to live in these hellish mountains, he'd have to survive like that of an animal. And he did. For years, he became the greatest hunter the lower half of Vailor would ever know. Traveling Farfolk refered to him as the "savage knife-ear", his own kind like to ignore that those rumors even exist, and some Oren soldiers even tell horror-stories about him when the sun has gone down and the only light is from the campfire they're all gathered around. Personality Traits: As it's the only thing he knows, Mako enjoys running through the mountains, playing with the bear-cubs, and sometimes stalking the occasional woodsman. Ambitions: Being an Elf, he's constantly curious about the world around him, but truly wants to be respected among the Orcs. Strengths/Talents: Hunting, fighting, and running. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Not very good at speaking, social situations, and has a very small knowledge of magic. Appearance: Clothes mostly stolen off of caravans, a poncho that was gifted to him by an old gypsy. Pretty indistinct from another High-Elf, except for the fact that he's probably pretty dirty, has many, many scars on his body, and Orcish-styled war-paint on his face. Skin: Attatched!