Out-Of-Character Information
(Please note that I am german, but don't go easy on me.)
Castleblade, my ingame name is really amazing, I know.
I'm in Germany, so UTC +01:00.
I'm thirteen years old, yknow, an old soul.
I am very aware of the content.
The rules are read and agreed.
Powergaming is the rule I agree the most, probably because I hate overpowered Characters (and love them playing myself)
Because I have applied here before. I don't know which account I have used anymore, but I have a new Minecraft Name and such things.
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I don't know.
Yes, I've logged several times in already. It's beautiful.
Definitions
Roleplaying is like acting. You roleplay or act, for example, an medieval knight or a thief.
So, metagaming, you receive informations out of character. But you can't use them because your in character doesn't know the information passed on by skype, teamspeak or similar.
Power-Gaming, eh? It's like punching a god or a godess and he or she instantly dies. Or any other creatures. Just being completly One Punch Man ;)
In-Character Information
Character name: Orthontherion Belial
Character sex: Male
Character race: Snow Elf
Character age: 50 years old
Good Archer, Hunter, pretty charming, agile and intelligent.
Aspires to be the best archer the world has ever known
Archery and hunting - the two things he's the most skilled at.
His strenght needs a little bit of improvement and swordplay, he's gotta train that. He can handle a dagger, but not an sword.
Hiding elven ears behind brown hood - brown-grey greaves - huge scar on back - usually brown or grey clothes
Skin is attached.
So, you've found my book! How did I even let it fall here? Meh, it's not like I need it (I REALLY need it.)
Before anything, you wanna know who I am? Yes? Okay! Here we go.
Me, an snow elf with the name Orthotherion Belial, has been writing this book!
I am an adult. Probably still an child in my brain though, as you see.
My life in Velaris didn't last that long.
The family I was in never sought out for a child.
I still did the most I can to enjoy my life in Velaris.
Running around the streets and climbing around were my favorites. I loved climbing on those big constructions.
At home, I ran around with a bow and pretending to be the most badass archer ever, shooting air arrows and dodging everything.
But my parents only shook their heads.
And then the Coalition War. It was hell.
Years later my parent came home.
One of them. My father died in the war.
Alas, I was casted out on the streets on a human city, because my mother couldn't feed the both of us.
I was sitting there, crying.
Everyone walked past me, didn't even bother trying to help me, because I was casted off by my family, obviously because of a bad reason.
An thief near by, where I was cast off, found me. He took me into his small hut. His name was Pearl. Pearl taught me some of his tricks and some archery. He was like a father to me.
In the night I mostly climbed on roofs, rested on them and stared at the stars.
After years and years Pearl grew some white hair, he still was a human of course. Their life spans aren't as long as the elves.
Pearl told me stories about Nephilim and The Hidden Ruins of Magara'lin.
When he stole a couple of coins off a man, the man took out his dagger and slashed aggressively around him. Me, casually sitting on a stool, was slashed across my back, but it was a small wound.
But Pearl received an slash across his belly. His intestines were.. "dripping out of him". Being stunned because Pearl got deadly wounded, I angrily punched the guy. Not being strong enough, I tried to disarm him, by slyly punching him in his testicles. It worked and then I grabbed his dagger. The man furious, trying to punch me in my head. I dodged it, but it hit my left shoulder, leaving a mark.
So I took that moment and tried to stab him in his chest. I failed. He grabbed my hand and hit it against a stool so it sprained.
Being still in pain from the groin hit, the man furiously hit me with both of his fists. Me, succumbing to the pain and falling unconcious, didn't know what ever happened.
(Unconcious)
Pearl, holding his belly, stood up and grabbed a stool with his other arm. He smashed it across the mans face. The man falling backwards, Pearl took a sharp piece of the stool and struck it inside the mans head. He was dead, for sure. Pearl backing up to a wall and succumbing to the pain, died.
(After a few days, patched up)
This scar on my back is the only thing I remember. My foster parent has taught me how to use a bow but it could be better. I've improved my archery skills over the last years I've survived.
And to be honest, this guy that wrote this book is pretty charming, agile and intelligent now after being trained by Pearl.
I have a habit of being laid back but I can get serious very easily, because of what happened. I don't want this to happen again, to someone I know and like.
My dream is to be the best archer the world has ever known.
My voice is monotone, I lack strength in fist fights, taking many serious things too lightly but I can get serious, if I want to so. Pretty weak of me. If I say so, I gotta improve this.
I'm hiding my ears behind my hood. I have greaves and 3 pouches on my back. A huge scar too. My clothes are mostly brown or grey. I'm about 1.80 metres tall and my hair is white-grey.
(Skin is attached)
Out-Of-Character Information (Please note that I am german, but don't go easy on me.) Castleblade, my ingame name is really amazing, I know. I'm in Germany, so UTC +01:00. I'm thirteen years old, yknow, an old soul. I am very aware of the content. The rules are read and agreed. Powergaming is the rule I agree the most, probably because I hate overpowered Characters (and love them playing myself) Because I have applied here before. I don't know which account I have used anymore, but I have a new Minecraft Name and such things. Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I don't know. Yes, I've logged several times in already. It's beautiful. Definitions Roleplaying is like acting. You roleplay or act, for example, an medieval knight or a thief. So, metagaming, you receive informations out of character. But you can't use them because your in character doesn't know the information passed on by skype, teamspeak or similar. Power-Gaming, eh? It's like punching a god or a godess and he or she instantly dies. Or any other creatures. Just being completly One Punch Man ;) In-Character Information Character name: Orthontherion Belial Character sex: Male Character race: Snow Elf Character age: 50 years old Good Archer, Hunter, pretty charming, agile and intelligent. Aspires to be the best archer the world has ever known Archery and hunting - the two things he's the most skilled at. His strenght needs a little bit of improvement and swordplay, he's gotta train that. He can handle a dagger, but not an sword. Hiding elven ears behind brown hood - brown-grey greaves - huge scar on back - usually brown or grey clothes Skin is attached. So, you've found my book! How did I even let it fall here? Meh, it's not like I need it (I REALLY need it.) Before anything, you wanna know who I am? Yes? Okay! Here we go. Me, an snow elf with the name Orthotherion Belial, has been writing this book! I am an adult. Probably still an child in my brain though, as you see. My life in Velaris didn't last that long. The family I was in never sought out for a child. I still did the most I can to enjoy my life in Velaris. Running around the streets and climbing around were my favorites. I loved climbing on those big constructions. At home, I ran around with a bow and pretending to be the most badass archer ever, shooting air arrows and dodging everything. But my parents only shook their heads. And then the Coalition War. It was hell. Years later my parent came home. One of them. My father died in the war. Alas, I was casted out on the streets on a human city, because my mother couldn't feed the both of us. I was sitting there, crying. Everyone walked past me, didn't even bother trying to help me, because I was casted off by my family, obviously because of a bad reason. An thief near by, where I was cast off, found me. He took me into his small hut. His name was Pearl. Pearl taught me some of his tricks and some archery. He was like a father to me. In the night I mostly climbed on roofs, rested on them and stared at the stars. After years and years Pearl grew some white hair, he still was a human of course. Their life spans aren't as long as the elves. Pearl told me stories about Nephilim and The Hidden Ruins of Magara'lin. When he stole a couple of coins off a man, the man took out his dagger and slashed aggressively around him. Me, casually sitting on a stool, was slashed across my back, but it was a small wound. But Pearl received an slash across his belly. His intestines were.. "dripping out of him". Being stunned because Pearl got deadly wounded, I angrily punched the guy. Not being strong enough, I tried to disarm him, by slyly punching him in his testicles. It worked and then I grabbed his dagger. The man furious, trying to punch me in my head. I dodged it, but it hit my left shoulder, leaving a mark. So I took that moment and tried to stab him in his chest. I failed. He grabbed my hand and hit it against a stool so it sprained. Being still in pain from the groin hit, the man furiously hit me with both of his fists. Me, succumbing to the pain and falling unconcious, didn't know what ever happened. (Unconcious) Pearl, holding his belly, stood up and grabbed a stool with his other arm. He smashed it across the mans face. The man falling backwards, Pearl took a sharp piece of the stool and struck it inside the mans head. He was dead, for sure. Pearl backing up to a wall and succumbing to the pain, died. (After a few days, patched up) This scar on my back is the only thing I remember. My foster parent has taught me how to use a bow but it could be better. I've improved my archery skills over the last years I've survived. And to be honest, this guy that wrote this book is pretty charming, agile and intelligent now after being trained by Pearl. I have a habit of being laid back but I can get serious very easily, because of what happened. I don't want this to happen again, to someone I know and like. My dream is to be the best archer the world has ever known. My voice is monotone, I lack strength in fist fights, taking many serious things too lightly but I can get serious, if I want to so. Pretty weak of me. If I say so, I gotta improve this. I'm hiding my ears behind my hood. I have greaves and 3 pouches on my back. A huge scar too. My clothes are mostly brown or grey. I'm about 1.80 metres tall and my hair is white-grey. (Skin is attached)
