Archbishop
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
OoUNSTOPABL3oO
2) How old are you?
24
3) Where are you?
US
4) Have you read our guides yet?
> The Survival Guide: Interesting concept, using this Sorrowlands as your resource-gathering area. It allows you to keep your main map pristine.
> The Tome of Citizenship: Thankfully I have a friend who is already a member that can show me the ropes as well.
>Core Races Synopsis: Nice to see some non-traditional races, however I think I'll stick to my dwarf.
5) Introduce yourself!
Always interesting to have a section like this. I find it's relatively easy for oneself to write at minimum 5 sentences, however, I'll attempt to keep it brief.
I work in education. My job involves working with students at my local high school who have learning disabilities. This is my second year doing this, and I consider it to be my 'main' job. I also work as a butcher in my local grocery store. On top of those two jobs, I tutor, do respite care, and take tickets for the high school sporting events. When I'm not working, I generally spend my time either reading, sleeping, eating, or, of course, playing video games via my laptop.
I graduated from a top-50 university with a double major in Economics and History with a minor in French back in May of '13. What does Econ/History or French have to do with my jobs now? Meh, pretty much nothing, however they were interesting at the time. Gotta love liberal-arts.
As far as other games Id play besides MC, I play a fair few things on Steam. I'm a fan of the Age of Empires series, Total War series (notably Shogun 2 and Rome 2), as well as any of the Civilization games.
In terms of reading, I prefer reading fiction, notably low to high fantasy. I've read all of Tolkien's works, and I'm currently reading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. My interest in various fantasy settings led me to the MC RP community where I've spent 2 years or so working in various states with a single RP group.
6) Got any examples of your work?
I, literally, have too much to upload. I was admin of an RP community for nigh on 2 years. We've gone through 3 map, had 2.8k registered users and almost 100k hits. I got so burned out on trying to handle everything that I'm getting back to basics: The RP. I know, full-well, that you shouldn't post links to other RP sites, especially in an application. But I'm an experienced medieval and fantasy builder (even more so if there is Worldedit and Meta-texture blocks), and I have a serious amount of experience in leading a server and handling custom plugins and perms. However, as I stated above, I'm trying to avoid all that, I just want to build in survival and RP with my friend.
Should you actually be curious to see what I've done in the past, I can, through PMs or other messaging systems show you my work.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Since I'm coming at the referral of a friend, I only went through all the basics of the site as well as the dynamic map.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Antilogy
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About your character
Name:
Bimhe (aka "Bims") Onyxheart
Age: 65
Race: Dwarven (Duskhammer)
Appearance:
As an older dwarf, Bims has grey-white hair, a great bushy beard that was once immaculately groomed, but has recently taken on a disheveled look due to his obtuse alcoholism and lack of self-care. His eye patch is the only physical reminder of his long years serving in the military. While he doesn't wear his rusted up iron armor anymore, he does tend to wear his leather jerkin.
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The test (I was originally going to use my fine-tuned and favorite bio story for my dwarf, however, it turns out that my original post containing the story was deleted, so here is my half-arsed attempt to just create something within the 1000 word limit.)
Bimhe was sitting at the counter again staring into his dark ale. His reflection marred by the rippling surface of his drink. This was his sixth tonight, and likely to be his last judging by the weight of his coin purse. He gave it a squeeze, as if to confirm his thoughts. He picked up his mug, tipped it back, and drank deeply. He misjudged the amount of liquid pouring into his throat and coughed and sputtered as ale ran down his stained beard and leather jerkin. Setting his drink down he thanked the barkeep, his usual, for the ale, set down a few coppers for his drinks and staggered off into the night.
The booze had hit him fairly hard tonight. Bimhe wasn't a light-weight, but he knew that he should have splurged on the additional spitted roasting chickens that the tavern owner kept trying to prod him into buying. In fact, he hadn't had anything to eat, so that might explain it, but then again, what did he care?
Bimhe had started out his life, like many of his kin and kith, in the great underground fortresses. His father, a well-respected jewel appraiser and his mother, a humble seamstress tried to raise Bimhe and his younger brother Aaho, in a life of relative comfort. However, Bimhe and his brother desired a life of adventure and fame. They spent many an evening in front of the fire reading of epic heroes and their deeds.
Many young dwarves of Bimhe's community were pushed into a life revolving around the mines; digging, smelting, gem-cutting and the like. However, Bimhe , as soon as he was of age, decided to join the Guard. His first day of training, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Bimhe believed anything was possible. His dreams were shattered. The drill instructor, a harsh man who yelled, no matter the subject material instilled into his young pupils, that they were worthless, and that half would die before the end of their allotted contracts to the fortress.
Every day was agony. Early wake-up calls, push ups until his arms collapsed, sit-ups until he vomited. But the worst of all were the sparring drills. If a recruit didn't go all-out, the instructor would thrash their legs with canes until they bled and still expect them to stand and fight another round.
Weeks passed. Bimhe felt a hollow shell of his former self. Gone was his young exuberance, replaced now by a hardened soldier. In his final weeks Bimhe slowly climbed the rankings of his class to become one of the better axe-men as well as at axe-tossing, but it was the pike formations that he seemed to enjoy, given that every dwarven regiment would stand in a phalanx formation to battle their opponents in the field. He never could quite 'get' the bow, much to the chagrin of the instructor and the pain in his legs. But at graduation, he swelled with pride as the sigil of the fortress, in the form of a lapel, was pinned on his chest. He could now walk proud, with his head held high by the pride that he was instilled.
They say that it's not a matter of 'if', but rather 'when' a Guardsman will see something that hits him to the core. Sadly for Bimhe, that incident didn't come as an experienced Guard, but rather on his very first patrol.
Dwarves, while generally considered to be underground dwellers at best or troglodytes at worst, often must patrol the highways and roads above ground near their dwellings to keep them safe for their traders and the traders of other races whom buy their metals and gems in exchange for other goods and services. It was during one of these patrols that Bimhe came upon a most horrid scene. In one of the border villages around his fortress, mass slaughter had occurred. This village had been a market for many dwarven goods, but now it stood a hulking, burned and charred pile, bodies, if that's what they could be called, strewn about. Most were almost unrecognizable from the bodies of the animals that also lay about.
Bimhe covered his nose, the stench was horrid. His captain, a relatively brave dwarf a good standing told his men to spread out and to blow their horns if anyone encountered anything. Bimhe, stifling vomit, stepped over what he believed was the corpse of a young girl, and proceeded through town with his assigned partner.
The houses, such that they were, were empty. Many doors and windows were either missing, shattered or simply broken down and lying on the ground. Some interiors looked like the inhabitants had simply up and vanished. Bowls full of soup and set tables were in a few of the untouched houses. Others looked like scenes of massive carnage. Blood splattered walls and body parts everywhere. Whoever had done this had no mercy and looked to have no motive.
There was a rustling sound coming from one of the alleyways. Bimhe investigated and discovered a young girl clutching a doll, scared into silence by the sight of an armed and armored dwarf standing next to her. Or at least that's what Bimhe thought, until he realized what the target of her cold stare was. Behind him stood a large and particularly brutal-looking earthspawn, a massive hulk wielding a behemoth of a bloody battleaxe.
Bimhe quickly spun around and drove his spear into the gut of the earthspawn, twisting the butt of the spear as he turned to the girl and yelled at her to run. His partner showed up, and took in a huge breath of air as he prepared to blow his horn.
He never got the chance.
Turning from Bimhe, the earthspawn brute, turned it's attention from the gnat that was was Bimhe, swung his axe and sent the other dwarf flying through the air, sliced in two. Bimhe was shocked at the sheer brutality of it. He had never witnessed someone die before, and did not truly think it would ever happen, especially within the protected reach of the fortress. The earthspawn spun back around and backhanded Bimhe.
His vision darkened as he realized he had be struck, thrown off balance, and toppled to the ground. He gritted his teeth. Enduring the pain, he pushed himself up onto his elbow and rolled just in time to avoid the axe coming down on him. He looked down, his horn was broken in two. He knew he needed to alert the others, but in an instant he realized that the sounds of battle were everywhere. Dwarves running in groups with spears into a large earthspawn, others fighting single-handedly; the captain himself had lost his helmet, was covered in blood and was reduced to his axe against one particularly nasty earthspawn.
Bimhe didn't have time to gather his thoughts, he jumped up to his feet, picked up his fallen spear and jabbed again at the earthspawn near him. This time, he training kicked in and he aimed for the throat.
A splash of salty warm blood sprayed his face as the earthspawn fell. It tasted vile, but he had no time for such concerns. Grabbing his fallen partners horn from his corpse, Bimhe breathed in deep and sounded the horn; deep, clear, and most importantly, loud. Any remaining dwarves outside the battle came to his side, joined in their phalanx marching through the streets to sweep-and-clear the remaining earthspawn. With dwarven iron and dwarven might, the town was reclaimed, but at a terrible cost. Many of his compatriots had fallen, others were wounded in ways the herbalists and healers couldn't handle, earthspawn wounds are particularly difficult to heal. Bimhe had survived.
Things progressively got worse from then on, more and more attacks happened to the outlying villages until only the fortress remained. By then, Aaho, Bimhe's brother had graduated the academy and joined the guards, placed under Bimhe's new rank as Corporal.
Despite their known disorganization, an occasional strong leader of the earthspawn can rise. And in this case, one did. Gulbarb-Dul-Nuz, wielder of two battleaxes rose to unite several clans of earthspawn in an attempt to grab dwarven gold.
It was in Bimhe's 30th year, when they came. And they came with fire. Standing atop the massive walls of his home fortress with his brother beside him, Bimhe knew that it was do-or-die. The hordes spread out before the fortress were too numerous to count; campfires dotted the landscape like stars in the sky.
They came at the break of dawn, horns blaring and shouts rising. The earth shuddered. Many lives were sent to an early grave in vain attempts to push back the siege towers and ladders of the earthspawn. But worst of all, to Bimhe, was the loss of his brother. Gulbarb himself led the charge of his clans up the walls. Aaho was simply another dwarf that stood between him and his goal. With both battleaxes, one in each hand, swinging in opposite directions, Gulbarb simply sliced the young dwarf in three. Maddened to the point were all he saw was hatred, Bimhe broke rank and ran straight for his brother's corpse. Raising his axe high, he attempted to end this earthspawn's life. However he never got there. Gulbarb slammed his battleaxe into the ground as Bimhe came close, slicing through his helmet and gouging out his eye. Everything went dark.
Bimhe awoke several days later, wracked with pain. He had been dragged away from the scene of the battle by some of the survivors. The dwarves had been forced to flee. Not many escaped with their lives. His father had died a few years earlier of a particularly bad case of the Rattles, while his mother was trampled by other dwarves in their attempted escape. His family and his home gone, Bimhe now searches for that which he will likely never find, especially within the drink: peace. While he doesn't speak about his problems or his past, he still does find it soothing to hone whatever fighting skills he still does have in case the time should ever arise where they are needed again.
OoUNSTOPABL3oO
2) How old are you?
24
3) Where are you?
US
4) Have you read our guides yet?
> The Survival Guide: Interesting concept, using this Sorrowlands as your resource-gathering area. It allows you to keep your main map pristine.
> The Tome of Citizenship: Thankfully I have a friend who is already a member that can show me the ropes as well.
>Core Races Synopsis: Nice to see some non-traditional races, however I think I'll stick to my dwarf.
5) Introduce yourself!
Always interesting to have a section like this. I find it's relatively easy for oneself to write at minimum 5 sentences, however, I'll attempt to keep it brief.
I work in education. My job involves working with students at my local high school who have learning disabilities. This is my second year doing this, and I consider it to be my 'main' job. I also work as a butcher in my local grocery store. On top of those two jobs, I tutor, do respite care, and take tickets for the high school sporting events. When I'm not working, I generally spend my time either reading, sleeping, eating, or, of course, playing video games via my laptop.
I graduated from a top-50 university with a double major in Economics and History with a minor in French back in May of '13. What does Econ/History or French have to do with my jobs now? Meh, pretty much nothing, however they were interesting at the time. Gotta love liberal-arts.
As far as other games Id play besides MC, I play a fair few things on Steam. I'm a fan of the Age of Empires series, Total War series (notably Shogun 2 and Rome 2), as well as any of the Civilization games.
In terms of reading, I prefer reading fiction, notably low to high fantasy. I've read all of Tolkien's works, and I'm currently reading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. My interest in various fantasy settings led me to the MC RP community where I've spent 2 years or so working in various states with a single RP group.
6) Got any examples of your work?
I, literally, have too much to upload. I was admin of an RP community for nigh on 2 years. We've gone through 3 map, had 2.8k registered users and almost 100k hits. I got so burned out on trying to handle everything that I'm getting back to basics: The RP. I know, full-well, that you shouldn't post links to other RP sites, especially in an application. But I'm an experienced medieval and fantasy builder (even more so if there is Worldedit and Meta-texture blocks), and I have a serious amount of experience in leading a server and handling custom plugins and perms. However, as I stated above, I'm trying to avoid all that, I just want to build in survival and RP with my friend.
Should you actually be curious to see what I've done in the past, I can, through PMs or other messaging systems show you my work.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Since I'm coming at the referral of a friend, I only went through all the basics of the site as well as the dynamic map.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Antilogy
----
About your character
Name:
Bimhe (aka "Bims") Onyxheart
Age: 65
Race: Dwarven (Duskhammer)
Appearance:
As an older dwarf, Bims has grey-white hair, a great bushy beard that was once immaculately groomed, but has recently taken on a disheveled look due to his obtuse alcoholism and lack of self-care. His eye patch is the only physical reminder of his long years serving in the military. While he doesn't wear his rusted up iron armor anymore, he does tend to wear his leather jerkin.
---
The test (I was originally going to use my fine-tuned and favorite bio story for my dwarf, however, it turns out that my original post containing the story was deleted, so here is my half-arsed attempt to just create something within the 1000 word limit.)
Bimhe was sitting at the counter again staring into his dark ale. His reflection marred by the rippling surface of his drink. This was his sixth tonight, and likely to be his last judging by the weight of his coin purse. He gave it a squeeze, as if to confirm his thoughts. He picked up his mug, tipped it back, and drank deeply. He misjudged the amount of liquid pouring into his throat and coughed and sputtered as ale ran down his stained beard and leather jerkin. Setting his drink down he thanked the barkeep, his usual, for the ale, set down a few coppers for his drinks and staggered off into the night.
The booze had hit him fairly hard tonight. Bimhe wasn't a light-weight, but he knew that he should have splurged on the additional spitted roasting chickens that the tavern owner kept trying to prod him into buying. In fact, he hadn't had anything to eat, so that might explain it, but then again, what did he care?
Bimhe had started out his life, like many of his kin and kith, in the great underground fortresses. His father, a well-respected jewel appraiser and his mother, a humble seamstress tried to raise Bimhe and his younger brother Aaho, in a life of relative comfort. However, Bimhe and his brother desired a life of adventure and fame. They spent many an evening in front of the fire reading of epic heroes and their deeds.
Many young dwarves of Bimhe's community were pushed into a life revolving around the mines; digging, smelting, gem-cutting and the like. However, Bimhe , as soon as he was of age, decided to join the Guard. His first day of training, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Bimhe believed anything was possible. His dreams were shattered. The drill instructor, a harsh man who yelled, no matter the subject material instilled into his young pupils, that they were worthless, and that half would die before the end of their allotted contracts to the fortress.
Every day was agony. Early wake-up calls, push ups until his arms collapsed, sit-ups until he vomited. But the worst of all were the sparring drills. If a recruit didn't go all-out, the instructor would thrash their legs with canes until they bled and still expect them to stand and fight another round.
Weeks passed. Bimhe felt a hollow shell of his former self. Gone was his young exuberance, replaced now by a hardened soldier. In his final weeks Bimhe slowly climbed the rankings of his class to become one of the better axe-men as well as at axe-tossing, but it was the pike formations that he seemed to enjoy, given that every dwarven regiment would stand in a phalanx formation to battle their opponents in the field. He never could quite 'get' the bow, much to the chagrin of the instructor and the pain in his legs. But at graduation, he swelled with pride as the sigil of the fortress, in the form of a lapel, was pinned on his chest. He could now walk proud, with his head held high by the pride that he was instilled.
They say that it's not a matter of 'if', but rather 'when' a Guardsman will see something that hits him to the core. Sadly for Bimhe, that incident didn't come as an experienced Guard, but rather on his very first patrol.
Dwarves, while generally considered to be underground dwellers at best or troglodytes at worst, often must patrol the highways and roads above ground near their dwellings to keep them safe for their traders and the traders of other races whom buy their metals and gems in exchange for other goods and services. It was during one of these patrols that Bimhe came upon a most horrid scene. In one of the border villages around his fortress, mass slaughter had occurred. This village had been a market for many dwarven goods, but now it stood a hulking, burned and charred pile, bodies, if that's what they could be called, strewn about. Most were almost unrecognizable from the bodies of the animals that also lay about.
Bimhe covered his nose, the stench was horrid. His captain, a relatively brave dwarf a good standing told his men to spread out and to blow their horns if anyone encountered anything. Bimhe, stifling vomit, stepped over what he believed was the corpse of a young girl, and proceeded through town with his assigned partner.
The houses, such that they were, were empty. Many doors and windows were either missing, shattered or simply broken down and lying on the ground. Some interiors looked like the inhabitants had simply up and vanished. Bowls full of soup and set tables were in a few of the untouched houses. Others looked like scenes of massive carnage. Blood splattered walls and body parts everywhere. Whoever had done this had no mercy and looked to have no motive.
There was a rustling sound coming from one of the alleyways. Bimhe investigated and discovered a young girl clutching a doll, scared into silence by the sight of an armed and armored dwarf standing next to her. Or at least that's what Bimhe thought, until he realized what the target of her cold stare was. Behind him stood a large and particularly brutal-looking earthspawn, a massive hulk wielding a behemoth of a bloody battleaxe.
Bimhe quickly spun around and drove his spear into the gut of the earthspawn, twisting the butt of the spear as he turned to the girl and yelled at her to run. His partner showed up, and took in a huge breath of air as he prepared to blow his horn.
He never got the chance.
Turning from Bimhe, the earthspawn brute, turned it's attention from the gnat that was was Bimhe, swung his axe and sent the other dwarf flying through the air, sliced in two. Bimhe was shocked at the sheer brutality of it. He had never witnessed someone die before, and did not truly think it would ever happen, especially within the protected reach of the fortress. The earthspawn spun back around and backhanded Bimhe.
His vision darkened as he realized he had be struck, thrown off balance, and toppled to the ground. He gritted his teeth. Enduring the pain, he pushed himself up onto his elbow and rolled just in time to avoid the axe coming down on him. He looked down, his horn was broken in two. He knew he needed to alert the others, but in an instant he realized that the sounds of battle were everywhere. Dwarves running in groups with spears into a large earthspawn, others fighting single-handedly; the captain himself had lost his helmet, was covered in blood and was reduced to his axe against one particularly nasty earthspawn.
Bimhe didn't have time to gather his thoughts, he jumped up to his feet, picked up his fallen spear and jabbed again at the earthspawn near him. This time, he training kicked in and he aimed for the throat.
A splash of salty warm blood sprayed his face as the earthspawn fell. It tasted vile, but he had no time for such concerns. Grabbing his fallen partners horn from his corpse, Bimhe breathed in deep and sounded the horn; deep, clear, and most importantly, loud. Any remaining dwarves outside the battle came to his side, joined in their phalanx marching through the streets to sweep-and-clear the remaining earthspawn. With dwarven iron and dwarven might, the town was reclaimed, but at a terrible cost. Many of his compatriots had fallen, others were wounded in ways the herbalists and healers couldn't handle, earthspawn wounds are particularly difficult to heal. Bimhe had survived.
Things progressively got worse from then on, more and more attacks happened to the outlying villages until only the fortress remained. By then, Aaho, Bimhe's brother had graduated the academy and joined the guards, placed under Bimhe's new rank as Corporal.
Despite their known disorganization, an occasional strong leader of the earthspawn can rise. And in this case, one did. Gulbarb-Dul-Nuz, wielder of two battleaxes rose to unite several clans of earthspawn in an attempt to grab dwarven gold.
It was in Bimhe's 30th year, when they came. And they came with fire. Standing atop the massive walls of his home fortress with his brother beside him, Bimhe knew that it was do-or-die. The hordes spread out before the fortress were too numerous to count; campfires dotted the landscape like stars in the sky.
They came at the break of dawn, horns blaring and shouts rising. The earth shuddered. Many lives were sent to an early grave in vain attempts to push back the siege towers and ladders of the earthspawn. But worst of all, to Bimhe, was the loss of his brother. Gulbarb himself led the charge of his clans up the walls. Aaho was simply another dwarf that stood between him and his goal. With both battleaxes, one in each hand, swinging in opposite directions, Gulbarb simply sliced the young dwarf in three. Maddened to the point were all he saw was hatred, Bimhe broke rank and ran straight for his brother's corpse. Raising his axe high, he attempted to end this earthspawn's life. However he never got there. Gulbarb slammed his battleaxe into the ground as Bimhe came close, slicing through his helmet and gouging out his eye. Everything went dark.
Bimhe awoke several days later, wracked with pain. He had been dragged away from the scene of the battle by some of the survivors. The dwarves had been forced to flee. Not many escaped with their lives. His father had died a few years earlier of a particularly bad case of the Rattles, while his mother was trampled by other dwarves in their attempted escape. His family and his home gone, Bimhe now searches for that which he will likely never find, especially within the drink: peace. While he doesn't speak about his problems or his past, he still does find it soothing to hone whatever fighting skills he still does have in case the time should ever arise where they are needed again.
