dapiguy

What’s your Minecraft account name?: dapiguy What timezone are you in?: east How old are you?: 20 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?: Metagaming 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?: found on a website on google 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): yesw\ Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is roleplaying?: I have had a very long and intimate experience with Roleplaying. The first game I ever played was Fallout 1, and I simply loved the idea of living out the life of someone fantastical, someone so impossibly amazing. To add to that, I have played most of the Bethesda games, Diablo 2 and 3, Mass Effect 2 and 3, Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning, and pretty much all the Lord of the Rings games. Also, I played World of Warcraft with a dedicated community of Orc-lovers for four months. However, my Roleplaying experience is not limited to RPG games. I have had quite some experience with Minecraft roleplaying. I wrote lore on a few RP/PvP servers. Also, I regular Roleplay with fellow players. What is metagaming?: Meta-Gaming is when a person uses out-of-game information to alter in-game outcome. In other words, using information their character could not have possibly obtained to their advantage. For example; Two friends are discussing their plans for attacking the Dwarven outpost of Dorfy Lorfy. Their characters do not know the location of Dorfy Lorfy, but they due, thanks to the Dynmap. They use this information to their advantage. That would be Meta-Gaming. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Power-Emoting, sometimes referred to as God-Emoting, is when Player A forces an action on Player B without their consent. Also, it is when you RP an unbeatable character. For example; You are fighting a Dwarf, and you are dying. All of a sudden, you do Truglug *disappears in a blinding flash of light. 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. The Beginning Truglug the name itself does not sound at all Orcish. He was born to Uracnus, and a female Goblin he had taken fancy to one day after a long battle. Truglug knows very little about his past, or his bloodline, for that matter. All he knows is that both his parents were killed during a massacre, and that he is the youngest of seven male offspring. The sons of Uracnus were all born on Asulon, with the exception of the eldest. He was born in Aegis, a few years before their clan moved to the harsh deserts of Asulon. These deserts are unforgiving, as is fitting for a true Orc. The settlement in which Truglug uncle, G'Okus, had decided would become their home was a small village of two clans. They had friendly relations in the past, and their like-mindedness helped solidify their bond further. Besides, neither of them wanted to let the place go, it was an oasis which herds of animals visited daily! To add to that, the mighty city of Sanzejal is but an hour's walk. G'Okus had never been able to bear children, due to battle wounds. This resulted in him treating Uracnus' cubs as if they were his own. The House of Nus is a house of mighty warriors, and he was detemined to make sure the future of his bloodline live up to what is expected of them. Without real parental figures, the children of Uracnus fell to G'okus for guidance. For what is a child without a parent, a guiding light? Rite of Passage 11 Years Later... "Up, nubhosh buubs!" An ear-piercing roar thundered throughout the Pit. The Pit was where all the cubs of the clan were assigned for training, and taught the ways of the Orc. Several discontented grunts and moans could be heard from all across the room. "Skah, dis be stoopud." grunted a young cub. Unfortunately for him, the older Orc heard him, and quickly approached him. "Wat lat blahh? Lat tink dis be stoopud? How bout lat run da trakk fuh dub hours! Go, pushdog glob!" G'Okus screamed into the frightful cub's face with so much rage, that the rest of the group quickly stood up and were wide awake. "Truglug! Come now!" With that, Truglug' heart sank. "Ug, G'Okus?" Truglug replied as he walked up to G'Okus. "Today, lat go hunt buubs! Lat bring bubhosh buubs blargh, agh clan will blah lat name in happy. Gruk?" G'Okus asked Truglug while looking down into his eyes. "Dabu, mi gruk, G'Okus!" Truglug jogged out of the Pit, and began running into the wilderness. He had nothing but a piece of leather skirt and a leather cowl. Yet, he was expected to bring home a wild pig by nightfall. It may be difficult, but it was quite doable. He wandered deep into the desert for well over five hours without seeing a single sign of life. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty. Just when all hope seemed lost, Truglug heard something. Water! Where there is water, there is assuredly some form of life nearby. He slowly crept over the sand dune to take a peak at the crystal clear river. It was beautiful, and he was tempted to take some sips. However, one must maintain a strong mind, especially when he was so certain there was something nearby. He waited for what seemed an eternity, stock still. His unusual grey skin made him blend into the nearby rocks very well. Out of nowhere, he heard it. The majestic squealing of pigs! He saw three of the beasts lumbering along the riverbed, taking deep, long gulps of water. Killing them would be easy enough, it was getting to them that would be a bit of a challenge. They were on the opposite side of the river. Truglug thought for a while, and the setting sun was not helping ease his mind. Then, like a sack of golden apples, it hit him. Wheat! These beasts seem to have a strange fondness to wheat, and a patch of wheat was conveniently planted along the riverbed. It was behind some rocks, though. He slowly crawled down the sand dune. When he made it down the dune, he pressed his arms against the boulder, and planted his feet into the adjacent rocks, making sure not to crush the wheat. When the boulder finally gave way and rolled into the river with a mighty splash, the wheat was all but naked. It took the pigs a few minutes to see it, but when they did, they swam across the river to their doom. A few hours later, Truglug marches home with a grin on his face. He was late, and he knew this. But he cared not, for he brought in three times what was asked of him. The two escaped pigs was a disappointment, but three is always better than one! "Truglug!" bellowed G'Okus when he saw the young cub marching into the village. Nobody paid attention to G'Okus' rage however, for when he turned around, he saw the stack of pigs cleverly balanced on the cub's head and shoulders. He could not help but grin, and that grin was followed by an outburst of laughter. "Lat make mi proud, Truglug! Let forget lat lateness, and feest!" The entire clan roared with approval as the young cub threw down the stack of pigs. He had proven that he was capable of performing tasks for his clan, and he was no longer considered a cub. Truglug just became an Orc, in the eyes of his clan. Rejected, Shunned, Outcasted 18 Years Later... Truglug now 28 years old, had long since grown to full adulthood. He has become the spitting image of his father, those that knew him say. His tusks were sharp and ready to tear some flesh apart. His eyes glowed the same blood red as his father's. He stood a head taller than most of his brothers and clanmates. The strangest thing of all, is his intelligence. Truglug is rather intelligent, and this intelligence often makes his fellow Orcs uneasy. He was already physically intimidating, but with this intellectual capacity? He was an odd one. They made fun of him, they walk away from him when he enters the conversation, and they dare not anger him for fear of being snapped in two. Very few Orcs can accept Truglug for his individuality, except for his peers. They see him as a tool to be exploited. A mind like that? A body as capable as that? The perfect warrior. However, there was always some "issues" with his behaviour and personality. Truglug had lived a socially tormented life. His brothers despise him for his physical and mental gifts, and did whatever they could to publicly humiliate him. Truglug was an outcast; shunned at every corner by his own. This fueled his inner rage even more. He soon deviated from the path of the typical Orc, and did everything in his power to become strong, both mentally and physically. With each passing year, he grew more and more distant from his fellow Orcs. He rarely, if ever, dines with his clanmates anymore. He has become all but silent. However, his view on the world changed one day. He saw everything in a new light. He was strong, and they were weak. He was smart, and they were dumb. His strange uniqueness, it is not something to be ashamed of! Arrogance, bloodlust, greed, and power soon corrupted him. He hungered for blood. He hungered for power. And he saw this small clan as the road to greatness. Truglug' victories in the arenas only served to inflated his ego. The blood spilled over served to intensify his hunger for even more blood. His brief command of a band only served to leave him wanting more. The rest of his clan saw this new side of him. His dark side, so to speak. G'Okus began to worry about him, and one day, he confronted Truglug after a day's training in the arena. It was on this same day that Mockarnus, the eldest of Truglug' brothers, had publicly humiliated him. "Truglug, mi neffew. We mus blah!" G'Okus shouted from the viewing platform. Truglug complied by quickly walking up the nearby stairwell. "Yus, uncle?" "Wat lat plan fo' fewcher, Truglug?" asked G'Okus. "Mi want to be da greatess warrior in da War Uzg! Mi will be strong in mind and body. Mi will rule bubhosh armies of Orc, agd a..." Alcarnus stopped mid-sentence, seeing the frown on his uncles's face. "Mi werry about lat life, Truglug. Lat no can do dis anymore! Lat lib alon in buurz like snaga Goblin!" "Mi will do what mi please. Mi is strong and smart. Lat all weak and stewpid. Mi can make lat all strong and smart, like mi! Let mi rule over clan, uncle." Truglug was now wide-eyed and almost pleading his uncle. But it was here, that Mockarnus stepped into the conversation. "Wat dis be! Lat blah bhind mi bak, Truglug? Lat know mi is first. Mi will be clan chief!" With that said, Morkarnus unsheathes his blade. Just as he does so, Truglug' other five brothers appear. "Wat is dis? Morkarnus, go no. Mi agh Truglug blah!" G'Okus yelled at Morkarnus, but to no avail. "Mi not want dis glob in clan now. He tink he is bedder dan mi? Mi is first son o Uracnus!" Morkarnus screamed, and this scream was followed by him charging at Truglug. Truglug' reaction was swift and decisive. He side-stepped and kicked Morkarnus in the side of his head. This had just become a duel to the death. Truglug drew his blade, and launched a series of attacks at Morkarnus' torso. As much as he hated him, Truglug could not bring himself to do anything more than injure his brother. But Morkarnus wasnot of the same mindset, and his attacks were ferocious. "Lat dub stop dis madness now! Truglug agh Morkarnus, lat be blood bruddas! Dis is-" G'Okus' speech was cut short, quite literally. Morkarnus had dodged one of Truglug' attacks, and he stumbled. His sword pierced G'Okus' chest, and inevitably, his heart. Their eyes locked for a full minute before G'Okus finally collapsed, and died. In that moment, all of Truglug' innocence was left him. He became more than a man, more than an Orc. The world lost sense and seemed to spiral out of control all of a sudden. However, G'Okus whisper something as his last words, before collapsing in Truglug' arms. Grokhan. Truglug gently set the dead body on the ground, and looked back at his brother's blank face. But he could not see clearly. His vision was blurred. He was crying... A tear rolled down his cheeks. Then, he ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could. Away from it all. Not once did he look back, but he heard the furious screams of Morkarnus, vowing his death one day. Character’s name: (what do you want your character to be called?) Truglug Character’s sex: (male or female?) male Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) orc 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!) 150 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 traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.) sanrack Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?) Likes drinking Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?) A great warrior Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?) fighting Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?) Talking and socializing Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?) Height: 6'9" Weight: 492 lbs. Body Type: Lean/Muscular Hair Color: bald Eye Color: Blood Red Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)