Harkon Silverwood

*Declan Loch'Dyr smiles, approving of the new magistrate* Welcom' to Adria!

*Declan Loch'Dyr of the order of Adria shakes his head* To be such an naïeve wet nurse...

NAME: TheHavocI (Jeffrey) AGE: Mid 20's. GENDER: Male RACE: Human – Adunian [OOC] DISCORD: TheHavocI #9150

Username: TheHavocI Time zone: Europe GMT +1 Amsterdam the Netherlands Age: 21 Are you aware the content and interactions may not be appropriate for children under 13? Yes I am aware of this. Have you read and agreed to the rules? Yes I have read and agreed to the rules. Which rule do you agree with most? I agree with staying in character at all times is the most important rule. People sometimes get personal because of in character interactions. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): No, the rules are clear to me. How did you find this server? I have played Lord of the Craft before back in the time of Aegis. I don’t have access to my older account anymore as I gave it away to a friend of mine. My name back then was gombie (username) Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A Have you logged on before? I have logged on once before writing this application. Character's name: Harkon Silverwood Character's sex: Male Character's race: Halfling Character's age: 58 What is Role-playing: Role-playing is where you act as a persona/character you have created and made a story behind him of her. You interact with people based on your in character believes or thoughts as he sees fit and developed. What is Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is using OOC information to give you a advantage in game or get to know behind information you otherwise wouldn’t know. This can be in game knowledge you possibly can’t yet know about in game or texting people information trough p.m.’s. What is Power-Emoting: Force your attempts to be successful or otherwise un react able for other players, for example: /me swings towards Jack and cuts his leg off. In this example, Jack doesn’t have a change or a way to react. Biography: Job: Fisher/Chef Being told that he was born from a cabbage, harvested near an fishers creek where they only would be with twelve Halfling’s. Harkon was born with an fisherman’s dad and an bakers mom who made a awful lot of cakes. His story starts at the fisher’s creek with a small community of Halfling’s. As usual, all the Halflings would inherit their family’s professions, making Harkon a fine fisherman and a excellent chef. Though he wasn’t fund of cake like his mom was, Harkon made a mean salmon instead where all his friends would feast of. Most days where spend fishing and helping the farm as a mean group of people would come by each week, demanding some of the harvests that took place each summer year. Crops wouldn’t give anymore its full fruit and coming by was hard for the community. People left due being too pressured by the group of strangers demanding tribute each week. Some would leave to seek their fortune somewhere else, yet most didn’t dare to wander the woods to seek for human help. The roads would be long and mountains would be too high to travel for a Halfling. Fights would start out between the neighboring Halfling’s and people were starting to get more frightened, wandering what the strangers would do if their tribute wouldn’t be to their satisfaction anymore. Harvest was bad and the stranger’s returns the other week, demanding the same share again. Again this time.,this time their tribute demand was unusual higher than before. The elders explained they couldn’t pay simply more than they have, and they would starve if they did so otherwise. The group of marauders don’t care, they took what they can until one Halfling would step in front of the group and cut the way to their little farming shack. No, was the answer of the old looking fisherman. People quickly began shouting and started crowding up around the group as they watched the brave fisherman stepping in front of the group. A quick scream would be heard followed by total silence . A sharp slice with a broad sword would be heard as the old Halfling fell to the ground not moving a inch further. The group would act like if nothing happened and starting gathering their tribute. The next thing that happened would describe the fierce character of a Halfling when you push them too far. The community of Halfling’s, what only consisted of seven people, would grab their shovels and started charging into the group of marauders. The only thing Harkon then remembered at the age of thirty-six Halfling years (18 years old compared to human age) was his father and mother telling him to run as quickly as he could into the woods. With tears rolling from his cheeks and the sense of fear and shock rushing through his body. His dad started to make few angry gestures towards him, followed by yells that he should run into the woods now! With a quick hug from his mother, Harkon stormed off into With the years passing by, he still regrets every single bit of it that he flee’d. He thinks of himself of a coward, a weak coward that left his family and friends behind in order to be saved. These thoughts still go trough his head each day. (Note to story) I wish to finish my story with the way my character develops in game. This is his huge motivator to become eventually a sheriff starting as a deputy. Personality traits: Greedy, emotional person, sometimes Wrothful. Can see and show sympathy quickly for his fellow Halfling’s. Would be more skeptical towards humans, dwarfs and elf’s, not even talking to orcs, due to bad experiences. Ambitions: Becoming Sheriff of his fellow Halflings, Harkon strife’s for safety and knows the best community is a together standing strong Halfling community! With his past behind him, he knows he won’t make the same decision again in his life. Strengths/Talents: Social, knowing his way to persuade people. Knows his way around bait and always returns home with a good catch. Harkon’s experience in life making him shows courage sometimes in hours of need or at terrible times. Weaknesses: Greed, Harkon’s greed let him make poor decisions sometimes at cost of his fellow Halfling’s or other people. Harkon is a chaotic thinker sometimes. Making him do things first without thinking about it. Appearance: 3'0" tall, black hair, light blue eyes, wears gold trim cape with logo, moderately muscular, ,wears goggles, large cargo pockets, black pants with 3 stripes and weighs 190 Dark brown hair with bright green eyes, wears a small red cape with a few holes in it. Harkon would have a slim muscular build for a Halfling, wearing standard Halfling field leggings with are used for farming or travelling.