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, I am fully aware and am versed well in the rulings of Lord of The Craft.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have indeed.
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I agree with the zero harassment policy. It has ruined quite a bit of role plays in my yonder days.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(if so we can help clear it up!): I am clear in all of the rulings
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I was suggested by a few 'friends' of mine, albeit I find myself unable to remember their names.
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I have no past whitelist applications.
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes.
Character’s name: Ceoltoir of The Song
Character’ssex: Male
Character’srace: Highlander
Character’s age: 23
Biography Ceoltoir was once a peaceful lad, his family a comely bunch of farmers. Over his years of growth and yard workings, he grew a fine muscular frame. One day, amidst the blue, a wandering swordsman waltzes into their property, and demands ransom and stay for three days time. When Ceoltoir's father refuted this outrageous request, he promptly slaughtered the family, cattle, and set the property ablaze with naught but the spittle of words suffused with magik on his lips. Only Ceoltoir remained, covered in the ashes of his home, hearth, and family. He vowed to master the crafts of blade and war, the crafts of magic and willpower, so that one day he could avenge his family. What a boyish notion that was. A bear promptly ate the slumbering Sword Master naught a week later. Ceoltoir abandoned his revenge, but kept his ambition, and is a damn fine mercenary for hire. He wanders the land for gold, women, and wine, never to find his true peace until another's blade finds his heart. The only telltale sign of his approach is the music that always seems to tail him. He travels from capital to capital, enlisting in most any work that fits his pay.
Personality Traits: Ceoltoir has a mask of emotions. He constantly appears to be friendly and mirthful. Once the mask breaks under any circumstance, he becomes no longer burdened with the act. He becomes cold, cunning, and full of wit, may it be horrible jokes, or momentary combat-based genius
Ambitions: Ceoltoir strives to fulfill his dream of a harem, unlimited wine, and cellars full of gold to please his eyes
Strengths/Talents: Combat, armed and unarmed. Analysis. Playing the Pipe/Flute/(Whatever fits the bill on LOTC). Manipulation. Adept Void-Shifting, which does heartily increase his travel time between capitals and cities.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: He lacks the ability to fully control his anger. It's like a dragon, easily stirred and not so easily put to rest. He is easily discernable amongst the crowd, his uncommon facial features a large stand out in his areas of operation.
Appearance: White hair, loose and flowing behind his back, sometimes constrained via a string. Sharp amber eyes, borderline yellow in their coloring. Scars cover his form from past encounters, the most noticeable is the large 'X' that lingers over his left eye. 6'1". Wears light armour covered in robing, with the occasional heavy armour if provided by the contractor. His entire body is well built and muscled, and covered in a multitude of scars.
Skin: (I have not finished the project, but assume something askew to that of Geralt's armour from Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, in the paddings and coloring.)
[✗] [Pending] Application- FrabjousAF
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What’s your Minecraft account name?: FrabjousAF
What timezone are you in?: PST
How old are you?: 15 years of age
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, I am fully aware and am versed well in the rulings of Lord of The Craft.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have indeed.
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I agree with the zero harassment policy. It has ruined quite a bit of role plays in my yonder days.
Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I am clear in all of the rulings
How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I was suggested by a few 'friends' of mine, albeit I find myself unable to remember their names.
Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): I have no past whitelist applications.
Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes.
Character’s name: Ceoltoir of The Song
Character’s sex: Male
Character’s race: Highlander
Character’s age: 23
Biography Ceoltoir was once a peaceful lad, his family a comely bunch of farmers. Over his years of growth and yard workings, he grew a fine muscular frame. One day, amidst the blue, a wandering swordsman waltzes into their property, and demands ransom and stay for three days time. When Ceoltoir's father refuted this outrageous request, he promptly slaughtered the family, cattle, and set the property ablaze with naught but the spittle of words suffused with magik on his lips. Only Ceoltoir remained, covered in the ashes of his home, hearth, and family. He vowed to master the crafts of blade and war, the crafts of magic and willpower, so that one day he could avenge his family. What a boyish notion that was. A bear promptly ate the slumbering Sword Master naught a week later. Ceoltoir abandoned his revenge, but kept his ambition, and is a damn fine mercenary for hire. He wanders the land for gold, women, and wine, never to find his true peace until another's blade finds his heart. The only telltale sign of his approach is the music that always seems to tail him. He travels from capital to capital, enlisting in most any work that fits his pay.
Personality Traits: Ceoltoir has a mask of emotions. He constantly appears to be friendly and mirthful. Once the mask breaks under any circumstance, he becomes no longer burdened with the act. He becomes cold, cunning, and full of wit, may it be horrible jokes, or momentary combat-based genius
Ambitions: Ceoltoir strives to fulfill his dream of a harem, unlimited wine, and cellars full of gold to please his eyes
Strengths/Talents: Combat, armed and unarmed. Analysis. Playing the Pipe/Flute/(Whatever fits the bill on LOTC). Manipulation. Adept Void-Shifting, which does heartily increase his travel time between capitals and cities.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: He lacks the ability to fully control his anger. It's like a dragon, easily stirred and not so easily put to rest. He is easily discernable amongst the crowd, his uncommon facial features a large stand out in his areas of operation.
Appearance: White hair, loose and flowing behind his back, sometimes constrained via a string. Sharp amber eyes, borderline yellow in their coloring. Scars cover his form from past encounters, the most noticeable is the large 'X' that lingers over his left eye. 6'1". Wears light armour covered in robing, with the occasional heavy armour if provided by the contractor. His entire body is well built and muscled, and covered in a multitude of scars.
Skin: (I have not finished the project, but assume something askew to that of Geralt's armour from Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, in the paddings and coloring.)