Dolgukhor

What’s your Minecraft account name?:

Dolgukhor *Name from LOTR Server*

What timezone are you in?:

Eastern Time Zone

How old are you?:

13 (and 2 thirds)

Are you aware the content and interactions on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13?:

Yes I am aware of the fact, but it no longer applies to me as I have reached the age of 13 and am soon on my way to being 14.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?:

Yes I have.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?:

The one in which prohibits the use of Metagaming, as I found it very unfair that in other rp servers that players come to the aid of a player I am trying to kill.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!):

Not really a rule but 2 mechanics, how do siege engines and locking/picklocking work ig?

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?:

My favorite fantasy rp server was shut down, so I tried searching for RP servers and I came upon this one a few months ago.

Have you logged into the server yet?:

I’m quite sure I have.

Definitions

What is Roleplaying?:

Roleplaying is to adjust one's way of living/seeing the world to that of any (in our case imaginary) character.

What is Metagaming?:

To metagame is to use knowledge of our outside world (real life) and apply it to our character. Such as knowing one is a king just by looking at his tags when he is supposed to be in disguise as a peasant.

What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?:

 The act of Power-emoting is to force your actions on other characters, (that is usually in your favor).

In-Character Information

Character’s name:

Reldacar Kyserion

Character’s sex:

Male.

Character’s race:

Human [Adunian].

Character’s age:

19 years of age.

Biography:

    Reldacar of the family Kyserion, an ancient small family that claims lineage through his father to the commander Kyserion. A Heartlander who loyally fought for his Lord Harron in the north, and took upon him an elvish wife as was expected among the time. Reldacar’s father married his mother at the youthful age of seventeen, for she was his childhood sweetheart, their love remained for many years granting him a son (Reldacar) in the year 1606 in Oren . The reign of joy ended during her second birth and life was traded the dear mother and wife for a sweet sister, when Reldacar was at the youthful age of 11. Reldacar’s father become drunk with grief and sadness for the loss of his wife, and commonly shouted out into the sky that he rather his daughter be dead than that of his true love. His lips soon found their way to the cold bottle and so he fell unto the way of the depressed drunkard. Leaving everyday for hours on end then coming back late at night with the aroma of whiskey hugging him, and if Reldacar or his sister asked where he was he would yell and scold at the top of his ill lungs, and sometimes he would just walk over to Reldacar or his sister and beat them meaninglessly.

Two years after the death of his mother, late at night Reldacar heard the cry of his sister as his father beat her, he jumped out from his bed and went to cover the hits that his sister was receiving. Due to this speedy intervention his father fell back and hit his head cursing. He got up with a tad of blood at his head insulting and yelling Reldacar saying he was no son of his and that his mother was a ***** for birthing him. He picked Reldacar up by his shirt and tossed him of the house saying that he was to die out in the streets. Reldacar didn't give two shits for his position at the time and just walked away. Of course he had no idea which way he went but he kept going for days on end. As his house was near the border of the War Nation of Krugmar  he sought out to go to the capital city of of War Nation and find ways to get stronger, strong enough to go back home and kill his father.

Without a supply of food Reldacar ate anything he could find, from half eaten apples caravans left on the road to the ants he found scurrying to the grass. He ate and walked like this for three weeks on end. Till one day he saw a hermit on the road calling out “You there, boy come here” Reldacar tiredly walked up to the hooded hermit and asked “What want you of me hermit?”. The hermit took off his hood to reveal his sickly green skin and old goblin ears. The hermit spoke once more “ Need you a bed for the night boy? You could do some errands for me and even fetch yourself a meal”. Reldacar hadn't had a decent meal in a month and very much wanted to get one back in his gut and so he agreed. Following the Old Goblin back to his hutt off the road, Reldacar asked who the goblin was. and the goblin spoke “ I Khalak one of the old the followers of Kulgarok and my ancestors to Grak’Dom “. Having been quite starved Reldacar didn't know or want to know who those people were and kept his mouth shut as he didn't want to waste his time asking.

Once they reached the old half rotten hut Khalak told Reldacar what he needed collected, small stuff he needed a rabbit, a toad and a pigeon. It took him a few hours to collect these things around 5 to be exact.When he came back to the hut he was greeted by a small bowl of stew and 2 carpets on the floor to sleep on at the edge of the hut. After he thanked the goblin he walked to his carpet mesh to sleep as he was feeling quite murky after he ate the stew and before  he hit the carpets he was asleep. He didn't quite feel right early morning feeling every uncomfortable if someone strapped him to a rough surface. As his eyes fluttered open he realized he was in a  dark room most likely underground he presumed. Kharak the goblin was at the far end of the room coming closer slowly. Reldacar was confused he asked of what happened and why he was down here. The goblin said “I told you I am of an ancient line of Shamans, true shamans! Not those fake orc scum that summon random shits to the world” he yelled with a nasty croak. “Have you ever heard of the art of Flesh smithing boy?” said Kharak as he continued explaining while Reldacar tested the limits of his straps. “A lost art it is founded by the greatest of orc kind, one is able to modify the body anyway they wish, but for this you need to go through the trial and error of experiments and as no one would remember a small street urchin who just happened to disappear. I got myself one” as Kharak pointed to Reldacar.

And so it began every day Reldacar was tested organs taken out of his body and returned leaving large scars, everyday he screamed for help but noone could hear him other than the golin who thought the screams were a work of art. He was fed to keep him alive but nothing else every other day the goblin would check if he had died yet trying to see if his work was a success. For years he was like this cut, seared, and melded back together by a merciless goblin. Soon he gave up trying to leave and accepted his ill fate, But 1 day Khalak didn't return same with the next and the next. Realizing he would die down there he tried his bonds again they were strong so he bit them but it was painful from all his half healed wounds. Hours it took to free his right hand and it was also practically useless to the 5 different experiments held on it, It took him half a day to release himself of his bound but when he tried to stand he toppled back to stone block he was strapped to. So he waited another day yet it was worse the next and disease infected his right leg, so he knew now or never and he slowly waddled while screaming from the pain  to the iron door separating him from the outside world. He tugged it once and it wouldn't come loose so he did again and again and again and then it creaked slightly open and so he shouted out of it for hours.

Only to hear the clanking of armour heading towards him, 2 large orcs bearing the uniform of the War Nation of Krugmar they ripped the door from its hinges to find Reldacar on the floor unconscious from his wounds. Reldacar could see blurs as they carried him passed the hut where he spotted Kharak impaled on a wooden stake. He woke up days later to find he was in a orc camp, everything was a blur and the orc that carried him explained that they received word that screaming came from around this hut and so they thought it of a Dark Shaman and his outlawed rituals and experiments so they came to justify the law on the orc. When Reldacar was fully conscious he grabbed a satchel of bread and headed home prepared to beg to his father to let him in again as his son. But a month later when he returned he the house empty and the townsfolk spoke of how the drunkard’s daughter killed herself a week after her brother left and the drunkard went out looking for his son only to trip on the stairs leading to the house and kill himself. Reldacar was alone...

Personality Traits:

• Lighthearted (Odd due to his past)

• Knowledgeable

• Manipulative

• Trusts few people *Do to the trust of his capturer*

• Considered a tad “Mad”

• Arbitrary

• Erudite

Ambitions:

• A position of high influence in the Kingdoms of Men.

• To rise and make a house that will last for centuries on end.

• To end the Shamanistic way of orcs

Strengths/Talents:

Persuasion, manipulation, and skilled sword play.  

Weaknesses/Inabilities:

• The ability to handle heavy weaponry.

• Slothful (as in does not do things he deems unnecessary)

Appearance:

Build: Lean.

Face Shape: Slight Oblongish Face.

Skin Color: Light Olive Skin (Tans easily).

Height: 6’1

Hair style: Short and curly.

Hair color: Very Dark Brown.

Facial Hair:  Stubble.

Eye Shape: Round almond-like eyes.

Eye color: Syrup colored eyes.

Eyebrow Shape: Slightly angled.

Nose Shape: Slight aquiline nose.

Mouth Shape: Natural and slightly thin .

Scars: Stab scars across his body (from his captor).

My skin is still being made so yeah...

Thank you anybody 

Build: Lean.

Face Shape: Slight Oblongish Face.

Skin Color: Light Olive Skin (Tans easily).

Height: 6’1

Hair style: Short and curly.

Hair color: Very Dark Brown.

Facial Hair:  Stubble.

Eye Shape: Round almond-like eyes.

Eye color: Syrup colored eyes.

Eyebrow Shape: Slightly angled.

Nose Shape: Slight aquiline nose.

Mouth Shape: Natural and slightly thin .

Scars: Stab scars across his body (from his captor).

Gender: Male

Race: Adunian

For cloths I would liek something similar to 

 but with more fur and a sigil of a phoenix on either the arm of the chestplate.

Build: Lean.

Face Shape: Slight Oblongish Face.

Skin Color: Light Olive Skin (Tans easily).

Height: 6’1

Hair style: Short and curly.

Hair color: Very Dark Brown.

Facial Hair:  Stubble.

Eye Shape: Round almond-like eyes.

Eye color: Syrup colored eyes.

Eyebrow Shape: Slightly angled.

Nose Shape: Slight aquiline nose.

Mouth Shape: Natural and slightly thin .

Scars: Stab scars across his body (from his captor).

Gender: Male

Race: Adunian

For cloths I would liek something similar to 

 but with more fur and a sigil of a phoenix on either the arm of the chestplate.

Thank u all :D for ur support 

  I very much would love to join and play on this server but I was wondering... due to the many very unique races that caught my eye I ask is it allowed for me to apply to become a Dragaar? Maybe a Great Evil Drake? Or even a Wraith? 

And if so how?

What about the Wraith...

With a blade with u consider masters with blade combat?