Are you aware the content and interactions on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 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?: Everything you build must conform to our roleplay world and lore. We penalize for any ugly, unrealistic, or physics-defying builds, and will destroy them.
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?: Friends
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Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes
Definitions
What isRoleplaying?: Acting as your in-game character, emulating its personality and behavior.
What isMetagaming?: Using information gained from outside the game that your character would not otherwise have had.
What isPower-emoting(Powergaming)?: Roleplaying in such a fashion that forces actions upon others.
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Grogbrain
Character’ssex: Male
Character’srace: Olog
Character’s age: 88
Biography:
No one really knows where Grogbrain came from. In fact, Grogbrain probably doesn't know where Grogbrain came from. One day, he and his brother Lugfoot were raiding a pinki camp when they saw some meat roasting on the campfire. Lugfoot claimed the meat came from a cow, but Grogbrain was quite an accomplished chef (at least he thinks so), and he insisted it came from a pig. Things got violent, as Ologs tend to be, and a few moments later, Lugfoot lay dead with a wooden stick stuck in his gut, while Grogbrain lay unconscious next to him. The meat had in fact come from a chicken.
When he woke up, his head felt all groggy, and he had forgotten who he was and where he came from. And that's where he got the name Grogbrain. In subsequent years, Grogbrain made quite a name for himself, partly due to his ferocity in battle, but also for his immense stupidity (just don't tell him that). As it turns out, Lugfoot had given him severe brain damage, leaving Grogbrain with a memory span of about one day. On the off-chance that Grogbrain partied up with other orcs, he frequently forgot who they were, and subsequently needed to be reminded not to clobber them. By chance, Grogbrain eventually stumbled into San'Raakh, where he rediscovered his love for alcohol. But he had no money to pay for it. For the next few months, he wandered around the city, beating the coins out of any goblin unfortunate enough to wander into a dark alley. Things probably would have proceeded that way for awhile, but then a friendly Uruk stonemason took him in as an apprentice, providing him steady income, and a blarg to stay in. It's a bit of a miracle, but Grogbrain actually took quite well to it, and he even remembered what he had learned. Of course, he forgot the name of the stonemason several times a day. If you're wondering how the stonemason managed to teach Grogbrain masonry, join the crowd. He took his secrets to the grave when he was beheaded by a particularly angry Uruk. Grogbrain, seeing a fight kicking off, swiftly jumped in and dispensed the angry Uruk. Not for vengeance or anything like that, he just wanted to get in on the clobberin'. When all was said and done, nearly 20 orcs laid dead on the ground.
When Grogbrain got back to the mason's blarg, he had forgotten what he had been doing for the past several months. Unsure of what he was doing, he converted the stonemason's blarg into a kitchen. He took on a rather brave goblin named Pimgub as an apprentice. Things went well for a while, until Pimgub accidentally put too much salt on a piece of meat. This threw Grogbrain into a violent rage, and Grogbrain in turn threw Pimgub into a wall, shattering every bone in that poor goblin's body. He lay on the ground for several hours before dying in agony. A few days later, Grogbrain went hunting for some pinki meat to stock his kitchen. It was getting late, so Grogbrain set up camp and went to sleep. When he woke up, he had forgotten where he was, once again, ready to clobber anything and anyone in his path.
Personality Traits: Incredibly forgetful, meticulous, angry and feisty.
Ambitions: None to speak of.
Strengths/Talents: Drinking and clobbering, with a side of stonemasonry and cooking.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Severe stupidity and forgetfulness, and extraordinarily poor social etiquette.
Appearance: 11'6", green-skinned, with a large scar across his head.
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Out-Of-Character Information
What’s your Minecraft account name?: Humannequin
What timezone are you in?: EST
How old are you?: 23
Are you aware the content and interactions on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 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?: Everything you build must conform to our roleplay world and lore. We penalize for any ugly, unrealistic, or physics-defying builds, and will destroy them.
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?: Friends
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable):
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes
Definitions
What is Roleplaying?: Acting as your in-game character, emulating its personality and behavior.
What is Metagaming?: Using information gained from outside the game that your character would not otherwise have had.
What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?: Roleplaying in such a fashion that forces actions upon others.
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Grogbrain
Character’s sex: Male
Character’s race: Olog
Character’s age: 88
Biography:
No one really knows where Grogbrain came from. In fact, Grogbrain probably doesn't know where Grogbrain came from. One day, he and his brother Lugfoot were raiding a pinki camp when they saw some meat roasting on the campfire. Lugfoot claimed the meat came from a cow, but Grogbrain was quite an accomplished chef (at least he thinks so), and he insisted it came from a pig. Things got violent, as Ologs tend to be, and a few moments later, Lugfoot lay dead with a wooden stick stuck in his gut, while Grogbrain lay unconscious next to him. The meat had in fact come from a chicken.
When he woke up, his head felt all groggy, and he had forgotten who he was and where he came from. And that's where he got the name Grogbrain. In subsequent years, Grogbrain made quite a name for himself, partly due to his ferocity in battle, but also for his immense stupidity (just don't tell him that). As it turns out, Lugfoot had given him severe brain damage, leaving Grogbrain with a memory span of about one day. On the off-chance that Grogbrain partied up with other orcs, he frequently forgot who they were, and subsequently needed to be reminded not to clobber them. By chance, Grogbrain eventually stumbled into San'Raakh, where he rediscovered his love for alcohol. But he had no money to pay for it. For the next few months, he wandered around the city, beating the coins out of any goblin unfortunate enough to wander into a dark alley. Things probably would have proceeded that way for awhile, but then a friendly Uruk stonemason took him in as an apprentice, providing him steady income, and a blarg to stay in. It's a bit of a miracle, but Grogbrain actually took quite well to it, and he even remembered what he had learned. Of course, he forgot the name of the stonemason several times a day. If you're wondering how the stonemason managed to teach Grogbrain masonry, join the crowd. He took his secrets to the grave when he was beheaded by a particularly angry Uruk. Grogbrain, seeing a fight kicking off, swiftly jumped in and dispensed the angry Uruk. Not for vengeance or anything like that, he just wanted to get in on the clobberin'. When all was said and done, nearly 20 orcs laid dead on the ground.
When Grogbrain got back to the mason's blarg, he had forgotten what he had been doing for the past several months. Unsure of what he was doing, he converted the stonemason's blarg into a kitchen. He took on a rather brave goblin named Pimgub as an apprentice. Things went well for a while, until Pimgub accidentally put too much salt on a piece of meat. This threw Grogbrain into a violent rage, and Grogbrain in turn threw Pimgub into a wall, shattering every bone in that poor goblin's body. He lay on the ground for several hours before dying in agony. A few days later, Grogbrain went hunting for some pinki meat to stock his kitchen. It was getting late, so Grogbrain set up camp and went to sleep. When he woke up, he had forgotten where he was, once again, ready to clobber anything and anyone in his path.
Personality Traits: Incredibly forgetful, meticulous, angry and feisty.
Ambitions: None to speak of.
Strengths/Talents: Drinking and clobbering, with a side of stonemasonry and cooking.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Severe stupidity and forgetfulness, and extraordinarily poor social etiquette.
Appearance: 11'6", green-skinned, with a large scar across his head.
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