cianann1212
Legend of Altera
About you
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
cianann1212
2) How old are you?
15
3) Where are you?
Ireland
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yep.
5) Introduce yourself!
I'm your standard person, from Ireland.
Got a face, two eyes and 10 fingers, pretty standard stuff.
I like Lore and other crap.
Pretty bad at school but that's life I guess.
Bad at talking about myself too which is pretty fun.
6) Got any examples of your work?
http://imgur.com/a/anhj0
A random assortment of stuff I throw at servers when applying for builder.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Pretty much joined because the world wasn't littered with builds like most servers.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Hawthorne
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About your character
Name: Thjollod IronFur
Age: 80
Race: Dwarf - The Duskhammers
Appearance:
http://prntscr.com/7knwz6
Thjollod stands at 1.5 meters tall, slightly above average for a Dwarf for clan Duskhammer, short for everyone else. Thjollod eyes are a deep gray, complementing the black soot which is usually covering his face for the most part as he works the forge, the beard which has long light brown locks that are far better kept than his long air which hangs from his head, the beard usually well kept when its not on fire due to the forges. Thjollod typical outside clothing consists of a large pelt over him (Reduce in size to allow it not to be a encumbrance) to allow protection from the elements as well with he wears a light breastplate which has padding to make it more comfortable and bracers on his arms with two large jewels on them. Thjollod wears a plain necklace, which was originally made by his father as gift to his new born son, its made out of iron but had to be expanded as Thjollod got older to fit him. Thjollods pants are rather simple fur held up with a leather belt with a iron buckle keeping the belt closed.
Thjollods shoes are iron but padded inside with fur to make them comfortable walking in, not that he has a problem with the Iron, he just thinks the usage of fur makes them seem more expensive to what a lesser race would wear.
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The test
First Example
Thjollod makes way on a small cart towards the city of Tambry in a bid to sell the latest weapons that he has produced, a uneventfully journey he would think. Only the clip clop of his small horse and the sound of the wheels being dragged along the stone-gravel road.
Thjollod isn't fond of human roads they aren't set out in nice lines or looked after like the great halls that Dwarves made, only if Dwarves made the world he thought to himself.
Eventually along the road, past Frostclaw Keep he spotted a man along road. Thjollod pulled up along side him, the man appeared to be quiet young and not even a man at all. Just a boy walking along the road like he owned Thjollod thought to himself.
"What are you up to lad?" Thjollod looked over the boy, his eyes looking over him for coin.
Adding to that he would say "Going anywhere particular?"
"Goin' to town -- Going to see my uncle." The boy would gulp after this as if unsure of himself.
"Well then, such a decisive mind for a decisive boy." Thjolled would add in a friendly chuckle. "You could hop in my cart, if you don't want to walk. Ole Freya here can take the load."
"T-Thank you kindly sir." The young boy would hop into the cart sitting unevenly on the boxes and sacks behind him.
"Wasn't a boring day as I would thought then..." Thjolled would laugh to himself, the town of Tarmbry nearing closer.
Second Example
Thjollod sets up his stall after renting it out from a local Tambry merchant, the market is fairly large and he can see other dwarfs selling their wares in a bid to make money of the locals who desire fine jewellery, he cross a fellow Dwarf selling Cave Wheat Bread and all manner of rare Dwarf foods at a steep price. Thjollod grins to himself, people don't buy from Dwarfs for food they buy weapons and armour from Dwarfs and that's exactly what Thjollod was selling.
A poor beggar looking man approaches the stall.
"I've come to sell my fathers sword, I don't need it." The beggar puts forward a grimey looking sword on the table.
"You want to sell this? A weapon? I sell weapons I don't bloody buy them." Thjollod would down towards the weapon and then the man.
"I'll sell it cheap, just need some coin for drink is'all I need." The would almost seem like hes begging as he pushes it forward into Thjollods.
"Fine Fine, i'll give you thirty gold pieces and i'm being generous with that." Thjollod would quickly count out thirty coins and slam them down into the beggars hands.
"Thank you sir, most kind." The man would hurry, going into the nearest tavern to spend his money.
Thjollod would mutter to himself how good he is for taking that deal and how the man is just spending his money in a Tavern but then Thjollod thinks on, he'd spend his money there too.
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
cianann1212
2) How old are you?
15
3) Where are you?
Ireland
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yep.
5) Introduce yourself!
I'm your standard person, from Ireland.
Got a face, two eyes and 10 fingers, pretty standard stuff.
I like Lore and other crap.
Pretty bad at school but that's life I guess.
Bad at talking about myself too which is pretty fun.
6) Got any examples of your work?
http://imgur.com/a/anhj0
A random assortment of stuff I throw at servers when applying for builder.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Pretty much joined because the world wasn't littered with builds like most servers.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Hawthorne
----
About your character
Name: Thjollod IronFur
Age: 80
Race: Dwarf - The Duskhammers
Appearance:
http://prntscr.com/7knwz6
Thjollod stands at 1.5 meters tall, slightly above average for a Dwarf for clan Duskhammer, short for everyone else. Thjollod eyes are a deep gray, complementing the black soot which is usually covering his face for the most part as he works the forge, the beard which has long light brown locks that are far better kept than his long air which hangs from his head, the beard usually well kept when its not on fire due to the forges. Thjollod typical outside clothing consists of a large pelt over him (Reduce in size to allow it not to be a encumbrance) to allow protection from the elements as well with he wears a light breastplate which has padding to make it more comfortable and bracers on his arms with two large jewels on them. Thjollod wears a plain necklace, which was originally made by his father as gift to his new born son, its made out of iron but had to be expanded as Thjollod got older to fit him. Thjollods pants are rather simple fur held up with a leather belt with a iron buckle keeping the belt closed.
Thjollods shoes are iron but padded inside with fur to make them comfortable walking in, not that he has a problem with the Iron, he just thinks the usage of fur makes them seem more expensive to what a lesser race would wear.
---
The test
First Example
Thjollod makes way on a small cart towards the city of Tambry in a bid to sell the latest weapons that he has produced, a uneventfully journey he would think. Only the clip clop of his small horse and the sound of the wheels being dragged along the stone-gravel road.
Thjollod isn't fond of human roads they aren't set out in nice lines or looked after like the great halls that Dwarves made, only if Dwarves made the world he thought to himself.
Eventually along the road, past Frostclaw Keep he spotted a man along road. Thjollod pulled up along side him, the man appeared to be quiet young and not even a man at all. Just a boy walking along the road like he owned Thjollod thought to himself.
"What are you up to lad?" Thjollod looked over the boy, his eyes looking over him for coin.
Adding to that he would say "Going anywhere particular?"
"Goin' to town -- Going to see my uncle." The boy would gulp after this as if unsure of himself.
"Well then, such a decisive mind for a decisive boy." Thjolled would add in a friendly chuckle. "You could hop in my cart, if you don't want to walk. Ole Freya here can take the load."
"T-Thank you kindly sir." The young boy would hop into the cart sitting unevenly on the boxes and sacks behind him.
"Wasn't a boring day as I would thought then..." Thjolled would laugh to himself, the town of Tarmbry nearing closer.
Second Example
Thjollod sets up his stall after renting it out from a local Tambry merchant, the market is fairly large and he can see other dwarfs selling their wares in a bid to make money of the locals who desire fine jewellery, he cross a fellow Dwarf selling Cave Wheat Bread and all manner of rare Dwarf foods at a steep price. Thjollod grins to himself, people don't buy from Dwarfs for food they buy weapons and armour from Dwarfs and that's exactly what Thjollod was selling.
A poor beggar looking man approaches the stall.
"I've come to sell my fathers sword, I don't need it." The beggar puts forward a grimey looking sword on the table.
"You want to sell this? A weapon? I sell weapons I don't bloody buy them." Thjollod would down towards the weapon and then the man.
"I'll sell it cheap, just need some coin for drink is'all I need." The would almost seem like hes begging as he pushes it forward into Thjollods.
"Fine Fine, i'll give you thirty gold pieces and i'm being generous with that." Thjollod would quickly count out thirty coins and slam them down into the beggars hands.
"Thank you sir, most kind." The man would hurry, going into the nearest tavern to spend his money.
Thjollod would mutter to himself how good he is for taking that deal and how the man is just spending his money in a Tavern but then Thjollod thinks on, he'd spend his money there too.
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