What’s your Minecraft account name?: maxmachine11 (No caps).
What timezone are you in?: GMT. (Greenwich Mean Time - Britain)
How old are you?: Fifteen pushing sixteen
Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am indeed aware.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have read them and they were impressively extensive, thoughI have tosay that to a new player (such as me) it feels like I'm just being mugged by a giant text wall of death that outlaws me even breathing funny. (Sorry, that was mean but the rules are genuinely quite intimidating).
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I am rather pleased by the threat of banning someone for continued offensive behavior, rather than just telling them to stop like other servers try and fail to do.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I am a tiny bit confused by the sheer size of it all, but the rules were rather good if I may say so. (Also, the rules are very clear on what NOT to do but, well, they're a little vague on what you DO do...).
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I was instructed by a friend of mine to join this server. (His Minecraft name is CelluLoser).
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes.
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: (what do you want your character to be called?) After some time I decided on Kinotoko, because it sounds nice.
Character’s sex: (male or female?) Male
Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) About 2/3 High elf and 1/3 Wood Elf but hates his line of descent and is basically a Wood Elf otaku, has the same basic skillset as a Wood Elf. (Sorry about the purple eyes and extremely white hair but I have a thing for it and shh leave me alone)
Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!)Kinotoko is currently 87 years old.
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 travelled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.) Kinotoko was born under a disgraced pure high elf (Ohlran) and his wood elf spouse (Nahasn’o), shortly before the height of the Orenian Empire’s rapid advancements, nearby Rhewengrad. In 1547 the collapse of the Vanderguan Empire had an impact on where his family had hidden away, with Nahasn’o being caught in the backlash whilst he barely knew her, inflicting a great sadness upon Ohlran, who distanced himself from his son. (Which was somewhat ok by Kinotoko as the pure blood had a barely suppressed hatred for his hybrid offspring) Of course, this gave Kinotoko a heated dislike for conflict, or even contact with people at all, and he in turn began to shift into a reclusive forest dweller. When Courland separated from the Orenian Empire, the small but still raging civil war brought ruin upon Kinotoko once again, with his father being swept up in the fighting. Despite their frosty relationship, the two did share some time together, with Ohlran teaching Kinotoko basic combat and field manufacture and Kinotoko providing what little knowledge he had gleaned about the forest and the taming of animals. One day, Ohlran simply didn’t come home. No letter of apology, nothing. Just a rough scrawl instructing him to leave his small hut and take his father’s place, despite only being thirty four. This… changed him. Kinotoko left his crude lodgings and fled, remaining secluded in the forest for years, collecting what little remnants of his father he could find; the occasional brightly coloured feather so much like the one that his father had always treasured and small berries that Ohlran had often spoke of as being his favourite food. Silly really, but Kinotoko will often take pleasure in the little details, even if that means he will rarely see the full picture.
Then came the collapse. Fleeing the crumbling woods and desperately making his way to the Cloud Temple, Kinotoko burst through a clearing in the trees and almost ran into… a person! The strange furred creature shouted something in a strange guttural tongue and took off. Regaining his senses Kinotoko pulled himself to his feet and almost fell over again as he caught sight of the great swirls of dust being kicked up by more people had he ever thought possible to have existed. Narrowly avoiding a tree that had crumbled into a fine but somehow malevolent particulate as the steadily advancing purple swathes worked their way up the rapidly dissipating trunk. He jogged on, and was almost immediately swept up by the waves of colourful bodies crashing down onto the purple ground like seas of the lands blood and life force, all colour draining from this now destroyed land.
Taking a blow to the head in the panic he stumbled, but was pushed up by the screaming crowds behind him, driving on and on, losing track of faces, of places, an endless march to the brown shapes in the distance. The distant shapes began to take a shape after some time had passed of this endless parade of fear, the ever approaching purple rage creeping after their step, and soon Kinotoko could tell that they were… boats? His mother had told of such great carriers. Soon the group he had been swept up with merged with a colossal crowd that seemed to roar with a constant and deafening chatter. Desperately trying to see what was occurring whilst shielding his ears Kinotoko we suddenly surrounded by a chorus of screams, and large swathes of the ground not twenty metres away began to rise up in great purple blasts that swept across the crowd with a burning pain left upon contact. Almost crushed in the sudden Charlie Foxtrot to get on the ship Kinotoko was almost completely overwhelmed to the sudden exposure and ran to the side, somehow climbing onto the side of the ship unnoticed and forcing himself into a niche in the construction and then naturally proceeding to break down just as the ship left its docks and began to slowly pull away from the ever decaying land and into an unknown future…
Upon Kinotoko’s eventual arrival to Axios, he dislodged himself from the decimated ship and swiftly disappeared into the forests in the west of Tahn, desperately trying to recoordinate his old life, longing for the eternal calm of the Valior forest once again. This proved to be but a broken dream though, as after but 37 years the heavy population and wildlife differences forced Kinotoko to abandon his forest life and begin a long trek to the only other thing he knew; the Cloud Temple. The journey was long by foot and he was hindered along the way by his social apathy, and that he still wasn’t too good at communication by common. After a long and draining trek to the Cloud Temple, Kinotoko brushed of his worn clothes and entered to pay respects, and to wish for an ally. Someday.
Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?) As said before, Kinotoko dislikes conflict but will fight for what he believes in without fail and is incredibly loyal to those who he bonds with, even if it takes time. Though he does like to receive guidance rather than to be completely alone, this is only when it suits him and he still has a strong independent streak that can cause problems. One of Kinotoko’s obsessions is with honour, and the responsibility of loyalty that comes with it. If you are dishonourable then he will argue and contrast your every move like the idiot he is, even if what you have done is necessary; to use one of his favourite quotes ‘If you are without honour, then you are without worth.’ (He also has extreme anger management failure small problems with those who are dishonourable, and has a habit of calling them Ael- far too often.) Never too full, Kinotoko is an addict to berries and often has a few on his person. Kinotoko is very much the 'mood-hopper' often shifting between unbelievable energy spurts to blatant melancholy in a day, as though several different people all in one.
Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) Kinotoko is a little too keen to be a wood elf, despising his high elf descent (even though he can be a little snooty sometimes). He has a strong appreciation of the balance of nature and of music.
Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) due to his rather feral woods life for forty or so years Kinotoko is rather skilled at stealth and guerrilla fighting, but he can be outwitted. Once again, due to his long time in solitary, Kinotoko has incredible patience with a great calm about him, and is good at finding the logical solution to problems.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) Kinotoko is the definition of socially inept, the poor boy, and isn’t the best at working up the courage to talk to people. He is also less able at mobility/combat outside of the woods, feeling very grounded without the trees for cover/height. He is very nimble but cannot really take a hit well. His main problem with stealth is his white hair. He also has a practical death wish in the way he will rub his descent in high elves’ faces.
Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair colour?; scars?) Kinotoko is 182cm tall (~6’1/2”) and weighs about 56 kilograms. His hair is a pure white that is easily noticeable but he has grown used to hiding it with sheaves of leaves etc., the result of this being there are always a few leaves stuck in his unkempt and free flowing hair. His eyes also present a problem, being a standout purple. He has a few small scars and rips in his hand made clothing but they’re nothing special. His clothes are made with just about as many pockets as possible, and have several slung sheaths/bags on them that often overflow with random possessions. He has a tattoo that winds its way down his arm, done by his mother in the shades of his eyes and soft hues of blue.
Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)
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What’s your Minecraft account name?: maxmachine11 (No caps).
What timezone are you in?: GMT. (Greenwich Mean Time - Britain)
How old are you?: Fifteen pushing sixteen
Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am indeed aware.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have read them and they were impressively extensive, though I have to say that to a new player (such as me) it feels like I'm just being mugged by a giant text wall of death that outlaws me even breathing funny. (Sorry, that was mean but the rules are genuinely quite intimidating).
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I am rather pleased by the threat of banning someone for continued offensive behavior, rather than just telling them to stop like other servers try and fail to do.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I am a tiny bit confused by the sheer size of it all, but the rules were rather good if I may say so. (Also, the rules are very clear on what NOT to do but, well, they're a little vague on what you DO do...).
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I was instructed by a friend of mine to join this server. (His Minecraft name is CelluLoser).
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes.
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: (what do you want your character to be called?) After some time I decided on Kinotoko, because it sounds nice.
Character’s sex: (male or female?) Male
Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) About 2/3 High elf and 1/3 Wood Elf but hates his line of descent and is basically a Wood Elf otaku, has the same basic skillset as a Wood Elf. (Sorry about the purple eyes and extremely white hair but I have a thing for it and shh leave me alone)
Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!) Kinotoko is currently 87 years old.
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 travelled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.) Kinotoko was born under a disgraced pure high elf (Ohlran) and his wood elf spouse (Nahasn’o), shortly before the height of the Orenian Empire’s rapid advancements, nearby Rhewengrad. In 1547 the collapse of the Vanderguan Empire had an impact on where his family had hidden away, with Nahasn’o being caught in the backlash whilst he barely knew her, inflicting a great sadness upon Ohlran, who distanced himself from his son. (Which was somewhat ok by Kinotoko as the pure blood had a barely suppressed hatred for his hybrid offspring) Of course, this gave Kinotoko a heated dislike for conflict, or even contact with people at all, and he in turn began to shift into a reclusive forest dweller. When Courland separated from the Orenian Empire, the small but still raging civil war brought ruin upon Kinotoko once again, with his father being swept up in the fighting. Despite their frosty relationship, the two did share some time together, with Ohlran teaching Kinotoko basic combat and field manufacture and Kinotoko providing what little knowledge he had gleaned about the forest and the taming of animals. One day, Ohlran simply didn’t come home. No letter of apology, nothing. Just a rough scrawl instructing him to leave his small hut and take his father’s place, despite only being thirty four. This… changed him. Kinotoko left his crude lodgings and fled, remaining secluded in the forest for years, collecting what little remnants of his father he could find; the occasional brightly coloured feather so much like the one that his father had always treasured and small berries that Ohlran had often spoke of as being his favourite food. Silly really, but Kinotoko will often take pleasure in the little details, even if that means he will rarely see the full picture.
Then came the collapse. Fleeing the crumbling woods and desperately making his way to the Cloud Temple, Kinotoko burst through a clearing in the trees and almost ran into… a person! The strange furred creature shouted something in a strange guttural tongue and took off. Regaining his senses Kinotoko pulled himself to his feet and almost fell over again as he caught sight of the great swirls of dust being kicked up by more people had he ever thought possible to have existed. Narrowly avoiding a tree that had crumbled into a fine but somehow malevolent particulate as the steadily advancing purple swathes worked their way up the rapidly dissipating trunk. He jogged on, and was almost immediately swept up by the waves of colourful bodies crashing down onto the purple ground like seas of the lands blood and life force, all colour draining from this now destroyed land.
Taking a blow to the head in the panic he stumbled, but was pushed up by the screaming crowds behind him, driving on and on, losing track of faces, of places, an endless march to the brown shapes in the distance. The distant shapes began to take a shape after some time had passed of this endless parade of fear, the ever approaching purple rage creeping after their step, and soon Kinotoko could tell that they were… boats? His mother had told of such great carriers. Soon the group he had been swept up with merged with a colossal crowd that seemed to roar with a constant and deafening chatter. Desperately trying to see what was occurring whilst shielding his ears Kinotoko we suddenly surrounded by a chorus of screams, and large swathes of the ground not twenty metres away began to rise up in great purple blasts that swept across the crowd with a burning pain left upon contact. Almost crushed in the sudden Charlie Foxtrot to get on the ship Kinotoko was almost completely overwhelmed to the sudden exposure and ran to the side, somehow climbing onto the side of the ship unnoticed and forcing himself into a niche in the construction and then naturally proceeding to break down just as the ship left its docks and began to slowly pull away from the ever decaying land and into an unknown future…
Upon Kinotoko’s eventual arrival to Axios, he dislodged himself from the decimated ship and swiftly disappeared into the forests in the west of Tahn, desperately trying to recoordinate his old life, longing for the eternal calm of the Valior forest once again. This proved to be but a broken dream though, as after but 37 years the heavy population and wildlife differences forced Kinotoko to abandon his forest life and begin a long trek to the only other thing he knew; the Cloud Temple. The journey was long by foot and he was hindered along the way by his social apathy, and that he still wasn’t too good at communication by common. After a long and draining trek to the Cloud Temple, Kinotoko brushed of his worn clothes and entered to pay respects, and to wish for an ally. Someday.
Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?) As said before, Kinotoko dislikes conflict but will fight for what he believes in without fail and is incredibly loyal to those who he bonds with, even if it takes time. Though he does like to receive guidance rather than to be completely alone, this is only when it suits him and he still has a strong independent streak that can cause problems. One of Kinotoko’s obsessions is with honour, and the responsibility of loyalty that comes with it. If you are dishonourable then he will argue and contrast your every move like the idiot he is, even if what you have done is necessary; to use one of his favourite quotes ‘If you are without honour, then you are without worth.’ (He also has
extreme anger management failuresmall problems with those who are dishonourable, and has a habit of calling them Ael- far too often.) Never too full, Kinotoko is an addict to berries and often has a few on his person. Kinotoko is very much the 'mood-hopper' often shifting between unbelievable energy spurts to blatant melancholy in a day, as though several different people all in one.Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) Kinotoko is a little too keen to be a wood elf, despising his high elf descent (even though he can be a little snooty sometimes). He has a strong appreciation of the balance of nature and of music.
Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) due to his rather feral woods life for forty or so years Kinotoko is rather skilled at stealth and guerrilla fighting, but he can be outwitted. Once again, due to his long time in solitary, Kinotoko has incredible patience with a great calm about him, and is good at finding the logical solution to problems.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) Kinotoko is the definition of socially inept, the poor boy, and isn’t the best at working up the courage to talk to people. He is also less able at mobility/combat outside of the woods, feeling very grounded without the trees for cover/height. He is very nimble but cannot really take a hit well. His main problem with stealth is his white hair. He also has a practical death wish in the way he will rub his descent in high elves’ faces.
Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair colour?; scars?) Kinotoko is 182cm tall (~6’1/2”) and weighs about 56 kilograms. His hair is a pure white that is easily noticeable but he has grown used to hiding it with sheaves of leaves etc., the result of this being there are always a few leaves stuck in his unkempt and free flowing hair. His eyes also present a problem, being a standout purple. He has a few small scars and rips in his hand made clothing but they’re nothing special. His clothes are made with just about as many pockets as possible, and have several slung sheaths/bags on them that often overflow with random possessions. He has a tattoo that winds its way down his arm, done by his mother in the shades of his eyes and soft hues of blue.
Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)