Portato
Lord of Altera
1. What is your Minecraft username?
_Portato_
2. Where is your last approved Whitelist Application?
hollowworld.co.uk
3. Have you re-read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides again?
I have.
4. Tell us about yourself!
Looking to return to roleplaying. Life is hectic and I got dragged away. All that was said in my original application about myself still stands, thankfully!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Iarfhlaith Ó Madaidhin
Character Age:
19
Character Race:
Human - Daoine
Appearance:
Standing at 5'11, Iarfhlaith is of a lean build, turning more stocky in the winter. He has blue eyes, and brown-auburn hair. His hair is medium length, neither short nor long. As a peasant farmer, he wears mostly rags in his day to day. He reserves his best clothes, which could still be considered rags to many, for attending sermons for Ignis. His skin is paler than others in the south. In summer it is common to find him burnt from working in the fields.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Iarfhlaith Ó Madaidhin was born in a stable. Quite literally. The farm was good to his family. How long had they been in Féarthailte na Fail, he couldn't know. He knew the Ó Madaidhin family had left, along with other people of the Daoine. They'd settled on that same land. Their house was not large, small, cramped, only 4 rooms. But it was cosy. On the occasion of his birth, his mother, Orlaith, had refused to stay in the house in her final days. She'd gone to visit a family friend, and had found her not to be home. She remembered, with mild annoyance there was a sermon in Harding today. Suddenly she was in labour. Iarfhlaith was born in the company of 3 cows, 3 ewes, 5 lambs and a goat. This was not her first labour. Iarfhlaith had a brother, Malachi.
Their family was obedient to Ignis Synnove in all things. A farm requires an early start, but not before prayer; it was the command given, a prayer at sunrise in thanks. Iarfhalith had often wondered why his father had not taken vows, and devoted his whole life to the Lightbringer. He was surely akin to anyone that would. Duty fell on the farm, this was their way. He was reared to act as Ignis would. Although this, at times was hard. Growing up, Malachi did not have the love for the land that Iarfhlaith and his father did. It was always the idea in Iarfhlaith's mind that he would continue the farm, and Malachi would go into the world, and probably die. Summers were spent maintaining the grasslands and crops. Winter was spent keeping warm, and venturing out to check on the cattle and sheep. He did not attend a school, like well off people did. He never read, nor wrote. It was a cycle of life Iarfhlaith felt pleased the Lightbringer. He often felt, in the sermons he attended, the Lightbringer would approve of their way. However, not all things that shine are gold. The Ó Madaidhin family were traditionalist, to a fault. Ignis, Nobility, and tradition were the values in their little world. No, the farm would go to Malachi. A sense of loss befell Iarfhlaith. He had no place that was not here. Orlaith passed into eternity in the same winter. She died peacefully, in her bed. She was laid out, like those before her, in the kitchen. Streams of neighbours passed through the house, food and drink were plenty. Malachi and Iarfhlaith kept vigil over their mother on her last night. In the morning she would go into the flames and be joined to the light. Their father remained stoic, but he eventually fell to it too. A few months had passed, and he had not uttered much to either of his sons. Summer was fast approaching. In the morning, after prayers, and herding the lambs for sale, he informed them he would go on a pilgrimage. "Pilgrimage?" the boys said in unison. "I must. I must go to the Lightbringer. I will go far, and visit the shrines." Iarfhlaith was agog, Malachi looked like something hit him. In a sudden twist Malachi re-surged; "I will take the farm, father. I will keep it until you return." By evening, father had gone. And it was just them, standing at the door while the sun set. "Will you attend the sermon tomorrow?" Iarfhlaith asked. "No. I can't be bothered with that." Malachi replied. By Ignis, father had hardly gone and he was already lost. Iarfhlaith rose at dawn, and took prayer by himself. He worked all morning, with no sign of Malachi. He sighed and looked at the house. "Sermon will be soon." He spoke to himself. He got his bag and headed to Harding. He knew, he knew in his heart to abandon his brother like this was wrong. After the sermon had concluded he turned north, instead of west for home.
Link to my previous character:
hollowworld.co.uk
_Portato_
2. Where is your last approved Whitelist Application?
_Portato_'s Application [Approved - Squidziod]
1. What is your Minecraft username? _Portato_ 2. How old are you? I am 19 years of age, turning 20 this year. 3. What country are you from? Ireland. 4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet? Yes, I have. 5. In your own words, how would you...
hollowworld.co.uk
3. Have you re-read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides again?
I have.
4. Tell us about yourself!
Looking to return to roleplaying. Life is hectic and I got dragged away. All that was said in my original application about myself still stands, thankfully!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Iarfhlaith Ó Madaidhin
Character Age:
19
Character Race:
Human - Daoine
Appearance:
Standing at 5'11, Iarfhlaith is of a lean build, turning more stocky in the winter. He has blue eyes, and brown-auburn hair. His hair is medium length, neither short nor long. As a peasant farmer, he wears mostly rags in his day to day. He reserves his best clothes, which could still be considered rags to many, for attending sermons for Ignis. His skin is paler than others in the south. In summer it is common to find him burnt from working in the fields.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Iarfhlaith Ó Madaidhin was born in a stable. Quite literally. The farm was good to his family. How long had they been in Féarthailte na Fail, he couldn't know. He knew the Ó Madaidhin family had left, along with other people of the Daoine. They'd settled on that same land. Their house was not large, small, cramped, only 4 rooms. But it was cosy. On the occasion of his birth, his mother, Orlaith, had refused to stay in the house in her final days. She'd gone to visit a family friend, and had found her not to be home. She remembered, with mild annoyance there was a sermon in Harding today. Suddenly she was in labour. Iarfhlaith was born in the company of 3 cows, 3 ewes, 5 lambs and a goat. This was not her first labour. Iarfhlaith had a brother, Malachi.
Their family was obedient to Ignis Synnove in all things. A farm requires an early start, but not before prayer; it was the command given, a prayer at sunrise in thanks. Iarfhalith had often wondered why his father had not taken vows, and devoted his whole life to the Lightbringer. He was surely akin to anyone that would. Duty fell on the farm, this was their way. He was reared to act as Ignis would. Although this, at times was hard. Growing up, Malachi did not have the love for the land that Iarfhlaith and his father did. It was always the idea in Iarfhlaith's mind that he would continue the farm, and Malachi would go into the world, and probably die. Summers were spent maintaining the grasslands and crops. Winter was spent keeping warm, and venturing out to check on the cattle and sheep. He did not attend a school, like well off people did. He never read, nor wrote. It was a cycle of life Iarfhlaith felt pleased the Lightbringer. He often felt, in the sermons he attended, the Lightbringer would approve of their way. However, not all things that shine are gold. The Ó Madaidhin family were traditionalist, to a fault. Ignis, Nobility, and tradition were the values in their little world. No, the farm would go to Malachi. A sense of loss befell Iarfhlaith. He had no place that was not here. Orlaith passed into eternity in the same winter. She died peacefully, in her bed. She was laid out, like those before her, in the kitchen. Streams of neighbours passed through the house, food and drink were plenty. Malachi and Iarfhlaith kept vigil over their mother on her last night. In the morning she would go into the flames and be joined to the light. Their father remained stoic, but he eventually fell to it too. A few months had passed, and he had not uttered much to either of his sons. Summer was fast approaching. In the morning, after prayers, and herding the lambs for sale, he informed them he would go on a pilgrimage. "Pilgrimage?" the boys said in unison. "I must. I must go to the Lightbringer. I will go far, and visit the shrines." Iarfhlaith was agog, Malachi looked like something hit him. In a sudden twist Malachi re-surged; "I will take the farm, father. I will keep it until you return." By evening, father had gone. And it was just them, standing at the door while the sun set. "Will you attend the sermon tomorrow?" Iarfhlaith asked. "No. I can't be bothered with that." Malachi replied. By Ignis, father had hardly gone and he was already lost. Iarfhlaith rose at dawn, and took prayer by himself. He worked all morning, with no sign of Malachi. He sighed and looked at the house. "Sermon will be soon." He spoke to himself. He got his bag and headed to Harding. He knew, he knew in his heart to abandon his brother like this was wrong. After the sermon had concluded he turned north, instead of west for home.
Link to my previous character:
Missing - Raedon
Amendments shall be noted in red. (THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS) General Information: Name: Raedon Other Names: Rae Titles: - Age: 54 Race: Silver Elf Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetrosexual Current Residence: Arget Isles Relationship Status: Single Social Status: Wandering Physical Appearance...
hollowworld.co.uk
