What’s your Minecraft account name?: Hasbeen
What timezone are you in?: Oceania
How old are you?: 16
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): I am
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: If you die in roleplay, your character will not remember the events leading up to the death. Waking up knowing who killed you is metagaming. You also may not return to the site of your death for thirty minutes (Unless it was your character's home).
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?: A person named Luke told me to look it up.
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): Niet
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): I have.
What is roleplaying?: Playing in the role of a character.
What is metagaming?: Going beyond the rules and restrictions for roleplay presented, or using information outside of your character's current knowledge.
What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Forcing actions on another character (Insta kill, etc)
Character’s name: Welk Haeln
Character’s sex: male
Character’s race: Human - Highlander
Character’s age: 27
Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore): Hailing from a small village just outside of the kingdom of haense, Welk attempts to make a decent living as an inventor and cartographer. Selling trinkets where he can and maps where he can't, Welk makes an almost passable living. He enjoys every minute of it. Though life can get tough, welk grits his teeth and bears through it. Although, he does wish at times that if all of this "pain" business was going to continue, it might at least hurry up with it. Just rude, really. Working Welk all up like that.
Anyway, As Welk travels from town to town in his quest for jobs and bread that isn't made of concrete and sandpaper, he stumbles upon a forest. Well, I say stumble. I really mean trip and fall. Off a cliff. Into a tree. Welk is not observant. As he falls, he tells himself this. It goes in one thought and out the other ear. This is quite startling for Welk, and as the thought flaps off, he- Ooph. Never mind. He's not doing anything soon. That impact looked like it hurt.
Why not some more backstory, then? Right! So, Welk left hometown due to an overwhelmingly oppressive Lucianism cult in his small village. It wasn't that he was being oppressed, it was that the next village over burned his village down for 'sacrilege.' As he ran away, a rather painful arrow rudely catches a ride in Welk's spleen. Quite painful. Some random archer in the forest looking to pick off any runners. Died a day later of alcohol poisoning, after the celebration. Anyway, back to Welk. Welk's spleen, to be more specific. Welk, being the fashion barista that he is, wears a belt over his belly. Quite the deflector of arrows. I lied. It's not really that effective. Bent right into Welk's belly button. Quite painful. Lots of bleeding. Many a tear shed. After a quick faint, fooling the archer into thinking Welk was dead, (Rather more due to the screaming than the fainting,) Welk awoke and promptly fell off a cliff. Waking up a few hours later, Welk walks into the forest, ready anything that comes his way. Other than arrows. Those are a bit sharp.
Personality Traits: Habits: Cracking toes before traveling up a mountain, Dislikes: Hates pineapples and bright pink, Likes: Mountains and contraptions
Ambitions: A world class inventor
Strengths/Talents: Engineering new things and exploring
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Patience
Appearance: 6'4, medium build, brown hair, blue eyes.
Skin: https://puu.sh/viuSV/2bbc477d9b.jpg
