Maloch

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?: _Maloch What timezone are you in?: Central How old are you?: 15 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?: Ban on metagaming and powergaming Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I'm all good. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I forget 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 Feel free to Google the answers or use our wiki definitions as a reference, but make sure that you write the write them in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is Roleplaying?: Preforming and act that isn't yourself, but instead a character you have made yourself. What is Metagaming?: using outside knowledge that your character shouldn't be able to know to benefit your character. What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?: acting out another person's emotes for them/doing unrealistic feats your character would be unable to do 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: Bayard "Maloch" Mercer Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 74 Biography: Bayard "Maloch" Mercer was born of Highlander origin in a small, quiet raevir village, in the Westerlands. They called this village Greycott. It served House Horen, and traded very little with neighboring villages because of the distance people would have to ride to get there. His mother's name was Annike Mercer and his father's was Garan Mercer, they were two good, honest working people in their lives. Ever since Bayard's birth, he was gifted in the arcane arts, but since no one in the village properly knew how to use this magic, he had no way to learn of his potential, and all he could ever do in the village was a few "parlor tricks" to entertain his friends; that didn't matter to him, though, because he could still do some tricks no one else in the village could do. In Bayard's prime, he did plenty of chores for the people of the village, doing whatever anyone needed of him. All he wanted to do was help. Helping was a trait he learned by his father, who had taught him everything about the world around him. May it have been the good, the bad, or the questionable, his father taught him. May his soul rest easy. Because of his constant helping of the others, everyone from the village started to call him the name "Maloch", which is a name known only to the people of that village. The name "Maloch" had come from Old Maloch, who was a man just like any other man, but had a special gift for helping others. He would do anything for the village, may it be an enemy needed to be vanquished or someone just needed help getting their cat out of a tree, Old Maloch was there to help them out. The villagers never understood why he did so much for the people, but still they appreciated it always. He was the true hero of that small village, and his name was known for decades among it's people. Long after his time had passed, his name started to become a new word for "Great One" among the Greycott people. Bayard was on his way to truly living up to his new nickname. After so long of helping others, the name stuck and his old name began to fade away, no more did anyone call him by his birth name, Bayard Mercer, he was now exclusively called Maloch, though he will still formally call himself by his birth name, even if he doesn't like being called it. The village, as I had stated before was fairly small; it was deep in the forests of the Westerlands and very far away from Bastion. Because of that fact, Greycott was very independent and refrained from having to travel out of town as much as possible. They knew nothing of the political world around them, and wanting to keep as far away from any possible danger coming to their town, so they stayed as far away from politics as possible. They would serve their own village first, and second came House Horen. The people of the village had also thought of each other as brothers and sisters, and everyone there would have given the clothes off their backs for one another. Maloch had wed a woman and had a son while in his early 50's in the village. By that time Maloch had began to slow down on his daily chores to make more time for his family, and all was great in this small little village. Nothing bad ever happened in Greycott... Up until the day a large band of raiders came and laid waste to it. The men and women who couldn't fight hid in their homes, while the ones who could tried to defend them with whatever weapons they had. Maloch and his defenders tried to fend off the raiders to the best of their ability, but failed to defend it against their much larger numbers and sharper axes. Maloch was the only survivor. He was smart enough to run when it was apparent that they were about to lose the fight. He saw as the raiders burned down houses with people in them. He watched as his brothers and sisters were killed. Where there used to be houses and farms is now nothing. Every building there is now gone from the face of the realm. The Horens didn't even notice that this remote settlement had even been lost. They may have even forgotten of its existence entirely, not like it mattered at all to them in any way; it had no importance at all to them. He lost everyone he ever knew and cared about that day, including his son and wife, and will always bear the guilt of that day on his shoulders. It is the first thing he thinks about in the morning, and the last thing he thinks about at night. Now, he is just a nameless wanderer. The only thing he has now is a failed legacy and a forgotten family. He's looking for something to ease his mind away from his guilt. Maybe one day he will forgive himself for what happened. Some even doubt the legitimacy of his story, seeing that they've never heard of a remote village named "Greycott" ever existing in the Westerlands. They think that maybe he was just a street urchin in a back-alley of Bastion who lived his whole life there as nothing, until it's fall back in 1606, and then left to just wander. Maybe he's a wanted criminal who decided to make a new life for himself with a new name. Maybe he just wanted to make a new life for himself because he was unhappy with his old one. No one seems to care enough to truly find out it, though. Maybe it's best left that way. No one may ever truly know his backstory, other than himself. Personality Traits: Only likes being called Maloch, and will not acknowledge you talking to him unless you do as such. Only sleeps on the floor. Kind, and somewhat gullible at times. Ambitions: Aspires to be a good and honest man. Aspires to be a great man capable of doing great things. Strengths/Talents: Arcane magic seems to come to him more easily than to others (though he doesn't know it yet), good farmer and blacksmith due to his heritage. Good with an axe in his hand. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Bad swordsman and horrible archer. Blind in his left eye. Gullible at times. Can barely run due to damage in his calves. Appearance: He is has a pale complexion, brown eyes, other blinded due to damage caused by the raiders, white hair, 6ft tall, tends to wear non-flashy colors. Aged poorly. Skin: