Out-Of-Character Information
What’s your Minecraft account name?: Smudge391
How old are you?: 19
What timezone are you in?: GMT UTC +0:00
Are you aware the server is PG-13 : Yes
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: No use of Memes in roleplay
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: Explain this one for me please; "This is also the case if you use knowledge of the monks to disregard the threat of death - If you're about to die and roleplay along the lines of "Kill me, I'll just be revived", you will have to PK. Note that ultimately, this is a staff decision. Attempting to force or trick another player into breaking this rule will be punished." How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Minecraft-mp.com I was looking for RP servers
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications:
Have you logged into the server yet? : Yes
Definitions
What is roleplaying?: Acting
What is metagaming?: Using knowledge your character wouldn't have.
What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Acting upon someone else in your own emotes.
In-Character Information Character’s name: Chariot Sandragger
Character’s sex: Male
Character’s race: Human
Character’s age: 19
Biography:
In a foreign landscape layered with unforgiving deserts, littered with sharp rocks and ravenous creatures Baby Chariot was born as the Son of the Sandragger trade prince. One of 5 ruling trade empires that orchestrated the flow of coin and goods between cities over the vast golden sands, fortunate to be born into such a family but ultimately doomed that it should be the Sandraggers. Chariots father was notorious for using his own children as baitrunners, a miserable struggle that claimed the lives of his brother and sister before him, but they were not blessed with Chariot's gifts. He was named so that he would be fast, and that is exactly what Chariot became, kept in cramped quarters Chariot was trained for his suicidal fate from the moment he could walk. He knew no different and when his 10th birthday came he was driven into the desert for the first time to accompany his father's caravans. Chariot was part of a team of 12 unfortunates, leaden with bells and whistles strapped to their legs and arms encircling the caravans at a distance, pushing his burning feet through the shifting surface and alone under the scorching sun his fate emerged beneath him. That was the first day Chariot had his arm twisted in the jaws of a Husksnatcher as it thrashed around and it wasn't that last, but he made sure that they had to catch him first.
Any description of monster could burst forth from the dunes and swallow a baitrunner if they weren't fast enough, but that was always preferable to the cargo being swallowed. Chariot had no choice but to learn quickly, there was no time for anything else but running, so that's what he did. Outrunning any friends he made among the desperate such as himself to avoid the Sun wasps, Husksnatchers, Longfangs, Corpsehides, Dust Dragons, Desert leapers that would frequently snap at his heels with whirling teeth. No matter how many gnashing jaws Chariot would outrun a successful baitrunner is a dead, being made to run more caravans more frequently. Unrelenting and without option he continued to charge into the sands hoping that one day he could outrun the worst beast of all, his father.
His chance came when his Uncle sabotaged the caravan, sleds sinking into the dunes behind him Chariot continued to run and run, grinning as for once as his father became food for the desert. Chariot, finally freed from his fate as a runner, was given a chance to start over when his Uncle through him onto a boat and told him to never look back.
Personality Traits: Likes spicy food and is fascinated by flora and fauna that isn't trying to kill him.
Ambitions: Aspires to one day return to his homeland, alive and healthy with the power and knowledge to take the princedom of the Sandraggers back. Wants to learn how to quilt
Strengths/Talents: Running.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: I don't think he can read or write. Pretty poor social skills.
Appearance Lean, with dark hair and old twisted scars.
