What’s your Minecraft account name?: Dominicin
What timezone are you in?: U.S. eastern time zone
How old are you?: 15 (turning 16 in October)
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?: No power gaming- I’m pretty used to servers just allowing very strong characters that just ruin roleplay with weird, stupid powers.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I’m good.
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?:I found it from another roleplay server.
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.
What is Roleplaying?: The form of gaming or acting or whatever in which you play a character and build a story with them.
What is Metagaming?: Using knowledge you gained in real life for your character, even though your character does not know this.
What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?: A character acting too strong or forcing another player to react a certain way.
Character’s name: Frederich Hoffmann
Character’s sex: Male
Character’s race: Highlander
Character’s age: 32
Biography: Frederich is a very large, scary, friendly man. Of course, he didn't start out like this. Starting out from a young baby, he was born to his parents of Rolf Hoffmann and Mia Gottschal (whom adopted 'Hoffmann' when he was 3) Frederich always was a larger child than most of his generation. He had a generally good spirit and wasn't known as a "knight of the poor", per say, remaining neutral in most conflicts and avoiding most groups. He was affable, keeping to himself but caring for others and having a good time through a lot of his life. He did have a strong temper, but the "large teddybear", retaining a large amount of bulk and size even in younger ages, wouldn't fret to get in fights with kids who messed with his friends, or seemed like "evil" children, on worse days just kids he did not like. Of course, he did always possess an accidental sense of roughness and playfulness, accidentally hurting kids in a well-intent manner. Besides this, he was an average child, not being particularly smart, nor extremely good at much. He had an odd manner of being in the front lines and behind the shadows at the same time; a glass cannon of the students.
In his later years, he picked up combat incredibly well. The ever high-energy and increasingly stronger teenager wished to take out his anger and newfound traits on...something.
He went out with his friends, camping in a night. He had stole his father's sword, a weapon he always...resented to, finding it so...alluring, distracting. He and his friends made several...unfortunate, stupid mistakes, and found themselves a single wolf, perhaps exile from the pack, had come to attack them. The malicious intent of the wolf was obvious nearly right away- and the children were fearful. Frederich was scared himself, but the teddybear found himself the juiciest target of the wolf. It lunched for his throat, and Frederich in his...oddly well-tuned shape of reflexes managed to bring up the sword and roughly jab at the wolf, cutting its muzzle. The warm, red blood flowed into the wolfs mouth, and the animal growled roughly, charging several times more before giving up, limping away with its injuries. This surge of adrenaline, the prowess of shaving his comrades...he was even quite sure ever hard-to-get Elia winked at him that night..this amazing power he felt...he had to get more. The next few days, he took the sword, ever careful to clean it and make sure his father would not notice...he went out, and he killed. Wolves, dear, even scoring a few dangerously close hits on a bear, he took out his anger.
The bloodlust was filled. He read books on foreign cultures, even studying some war, society on war, and combat. He learned his traits of honor, glory, and more from there. He aspired more and more to join the military, to leave home...one night, he stole his father's weaponry, putting up the rest of his money to get a custom-made battleaxe for his incredibly tank-like style. He had explained toward his friends, not telling his parents of his intention.
Soon, he left with his armor and battleaxe, heading around the world.
He joined many armies, rising for his fear-inducing, brutish and barbaric addiction to combat, his lust for glory and hero-worship. The man was still well intent, he did not conduct murder and was still a laughable, joyful soul...but this was a joyful soul coated in a layer of blood and death. He has ranked highly, going through an incredible amount of men. His estimated kill count must be something close to an effective amount of 50, incredibly lucky for this time. The pure instinct and practice has made the man a killing machine. He boasted a somewhat high rank in the army of Oren before the rebellion collapsed the nation, and since then he has generally just roamed around, enjoying himself.
Personality Traits: Cheerful, lighthearted, bold, generally describable as “a big teddy bear”.
Ambitions: Frederich just wants as much honor and glory as possible. And a good army position won’t hurt.
Strengths/Talents: Physically large, well-built, and experienced in many forms of combat.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Not the brightest of men, unintentionally intimidating, and finds trouble retreating from a fight, even if it’s an obvious loss.
Appearance: A very large built highlander; black hair and blue eyes, generally with some scars and cuts all over his face and bulky arms.
Skin: http://imgur.com/CRw5oZs
http://imgur.com/a/BXmdi
