Out-Of-Character Information
Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication!
What’s your Minecraft account name?: Legatus_Plebiean
What timezone are you in?: EST US
How old are you?: 17
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?: The one about OOC lying being allowed to prevent meta-game.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): On combat rules, how would I run away from combat without breaking the rules?
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Was just sort of searching around for RP servers.
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
Definitions
What is Roleplaying?: Roleplaying has always been a bit hard for me to explain, but in my eyes it is sort of like cooperative story-writing. Everyone is one specific character, and they work together to create a story.
What is Metagaming?: Using OOC information for IC advantage. If someone told me over discord that I was gonna be assassinated, it'd be meta for me to conveniently go into hiding.
What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?: Using OP emotes without giving the opponent a chance to respond. EX: *Cuts head off*
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Ivyalo Torotskvyyn
Character’s sex: Male
Character’s race: Human, of Raevir decent
Character’s age: 24
Biography: (I apologize preemptively, as I do not know much lore) Ivyalo was never a rich man, and never really aspired to be. Born to two impoverished poachers,in the lands of Hanseti-Ruska he was not unused to illegal activity. Living off Kovachev land and hunting in places that they weren't exactly allowed to, the Torotskvynns made their humble living. He cannot exactly remember to which village he was born, and it did not truly matter much to him either. As an adolescent, he joined his parents in the woods, hunting whatever they could to both sustain themselves and bribe villagers to look away from their activities. As a young man, Ivyalo was drafted into the military to serve under the Kovachev's and the Royal Army of Haense beyond them, that his family had poached off of for his entire life. As ironic as it was, he viewed it as honorable to serve the land of his birth, and the Raevir people as a whole.
On a battlefield he did not recognize, perhaps against the warlords of Norland, our the imperialist scum of Courland, in a land he knew little of, Ivyalo's short military career was ended. His group of levies was set upon by a fierce foe, and as valiantly as Ivyalo tried, he was unable to even glance his spear off the armor of the man who opposed him. The man's heavy warhammer crashed into the young Raevir's flimsy wooden shield, an incredible pain breaking through his body. He stumbled backwards into the second blow, which sent him sprawling onto the ground, conscious but seemingly dead. Soon enough, the army he had served was gone, as was the army they had fought. He awoke on the battlefield, surrounded by carrion birds and looters. He was able to seize the opportunity and knock out the looter who had come for him due to sheer surprise, before bolting off into the woods. It took a few minutes for the adrenaline to fade before he realized just what state his arm was in, and in that moment, cradling his arm as he sat in unknown woodland, he knew he had been crippled. Lost and afraid of the locals, he wandered in search of the route back home, but he was badly shaken up and could not find such a road. Somewhere inside, perhaps he was purposefully losing himself. If he was to return home now, would they not kill him for a deserter?
Still armed with his spear and the armor he had been issued, he turned to banditry to feed himself, attempting to avoid fights as best he can, and targeting those who he can easily intimidate out of their food and coin, looking for some way to a new life that grows ever harder to obtain.
Personality Traits: Despite his 'occupation' of banditry, Ivyalo does not consider himself a cruel person. He avoids violence whenever possible, both for his dislike of it, and the fact that he rarely wins fights. His lame arm keeps him from most honest jobs, so he is a bandit out of desperation, lost in a land far from home that he doesn't understand. When he isn't thieving to survive, he tries to treat people kindly, as he believes that friends are a man's greatest possession. He is well aware that stealing is wrong, and that what he does is illegal, but desperation drives him to it, as it does all broken men. He is rather rash, and believes that a quickly made decision on one's gut is often the best one.
Ambitions: He can afford little ambition, as survival on its own is hard enough. However, he'd like to eventually make his way into an honest living.
Strengths/Talents: A 'Professional Brigand', Ivyalo would fancy himself to be quite good at intimidation. With his time in the Royal army of Haense, he has decent combat skills, although his lame arm prevents him from doing much else other than carrying a shield, which he cannot move too well. Another strength of his is his surprising ability to be stealthy, considering he is a moderately large man. Another strength of his would be his actual physical strength.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: His left arm was permanently crippled during his time with the Royal Army of Haense. He only has a small portion of movement with the limb, and as such is limited in combat. He only wears a shield for show, as his arms weakness prevents him from properly using it. Additionally, he is terrified of magic and monsters alike. His relative lack of cunning doesn't make him the best of bandits.
Appearance: A tall (6'3) and broadly muscular figure, pale of skin and dark of hair. He has a rather squarish face with a well-defined jaw. His eyes are brown and rather dull in color, his black hair short and messy. He has a few scars scattered around his body, although one major one on his upper arm, where his arm had been shattered..
Skin: (I do apologize for the low skin quality. Made it myself and I'm hardly an artist)
