Skullcatron
Villager
-- Main Section --
What is your minecraft username?
- My mine craft username is skullcatron [Lowercase s to confirm.]
How old are you?
- I am seventeen [17] years old.
Where are you?
- I lives in the United State.
Have you read our guides yet?
- Yes.
Introduce yourself!
- Well. . I'm a deaf high school student. I plays games such as Guild wars 2, or Chivalry:Medieval warfare. I tend to enjoy Guild wars 2 due to it mechanic, and other things they bring to the table. I had role played over six to seven years at most. I tend to struggle with english from time to time. In my attempt to improve it.
Got any example of your work, laddie?
- Oh no. I'm not so confident in my buildings.
Did you explore our world prior to your application?
- Not exactly. I has only explored the entire tutorial area. Hasn't really gone to the Crossroad.
Did anyone refer you to this server?
- Nope. I came across this server in Minecraft Multiplayer Server List website.
--- Character Section --
Name; Wimarc Authus
Age; 22
Race; Human
Appearance; Wimarc Authus is 5'7 tall. Weighting about 198 pound. He have green eye-colors, and have brown-colored hair. He also have brush of pale brown, however with a pink tone. Other than that, he wears an ordinary attire.
-- The Test --
The man went to raise the sharpened hoe. Then swings it downward. Vigorously striking the ground as he went to shift his feet. Making small trenches to prepare for the seeding as he went to raise his hand. Working to wipe the sweat off from his forehead. He then went to look up at brutal golden orb in the blue background. Then he went to shake his head as he went to look back down toward the ground. Suddenly the man wastes no time to dislodge the tool from the ground. Making his way over to the small tool shed located in corner of the reasonably sized field. Not too large for his taste leads to good things, or so in his mind. Gripping onto the iron ring. He went to tug at it. Pulling the tool shed open as he went to toss it inside. Then went to push it back. Shutting it. Glorious! He went to stretch his arms. Finally a break from swinging the bloody thing all day! The smile dance across his lip. Revealing the gleam in his green eyes. Making his way over to the small hut. Finally his arrival shall sound the trumpet! Oh. . .Oh wait. Scratch that. Tugging at iron ring to pull the sturdy wooden door open. Wimarc went to walk into the hut. . .Suddenly his foot caught something. Which he fell forward. Making kisses to the lovely dirt floor! He groans as he went to work himself up. Wiping the dirt off his lip, his cheeks, and his forehead! 'This isn't a time to be a pig, Wimarc!' he thought. He went to look at what caught his feet. Oh silly, it's an old broom. He is a clumsy idiot. He went to tries to unhook his foot out of the broom. Bending over to lift it up. then place it back to where it rightfully belong! The corner. Wimarc went to turns around. . Approaching his beautiful hay bed. . Or he thinks. Wasting no time. The man went to fall right onto the bed - with the clothes on, included! He went to roll over to his back. Pressing his head against sloppy made pillow stuffed with so much chicken's feathers. Too much to be precise. His dirty hand extending to grab a tattered journal. Then flips it open. Then reaches out to grab the charcoal, as he begin to write down all the most boring things he can think out of his head. . . Of course he went to close the book after he finishes writing [No you don't get to read it.]. Settling it onto a poor-crafted nightstand next to his haystack bed. Then went to clap his hands together. Whispering a prayer for the gods. . Then he went to settle his hand onto his chest. Slowly drifting off to a sleep.
The very next day!
He swings his mighty iron sword! Defeating an evil dwarf, stopping bad guys - and saving damsel in distress. . Or that was just him swinging the branch stick around. Hitting a fence post. Treating it like an evil dwarf. Pretending there's damsel in distress to be saved. He went to pout as he went to drop the branch stick. Hearing a few snickers behind his back as he turn to look around. A few farmers were laughing about how he was making an absolute fool out of himself! His cheek turn red, and redder! Then storms off toward his plot. Frustrations confined into him as he went to shake his head! Imagination is such fun thing, he thought. . But people make fool out of you for just being in the cloud! He went to look around, 'Stupid broom!' He grab the broom. then throws it across the room. Wimarc. You're domestically abusing the broom. He went to look at a portrait of his parent. A well painted young man with a blonde hair, a blue eye, and a woman next to him. Brownish hair, and green eyes. A smile across both of their lips. With a small hut behind them. Of course poor Wimarc have to leave his parent behind after he became of age! Adult he should act! He went to shake his head. His parent must be shaking head right now if they discover their son is a short-tempered man! He shall become calm. .. . .Peaceful. . .Maybe be a priest of the inquisition! Oh wait, perhaps no. He shakes his head. Being a priest is overrated. He went to collect his things. Picking up his trusty knapsack. Then collecting all necessity. After he collected what he deems necessary, his hand curling to lift the strap of the knapsack. Swinging it over his shoulders... Finally he reaches out for the ring of the door. Pulling as door creaks open.
[[Apology for comedy in this. ]]
What is your minecraft username?
- My mine craft username is skullcatron [Lowercase s to confirm.]
How old are you?
- I am seventeen [17] years old.
Where are you?
- I lives in the United State.
Have you read our guides yet?
- Yes.
Introduce yourself!
- Well. . I'm a deaf high school student. I plays games such as Guild wars 2, or Chivalry:Medieval warfare. I tend to enjoy Guild wars 2 due to it mechanic, and other things they bring to the table. I had role played over six to seven years at most. I tend to struggle with english from time to time. In my attempt to improve it.
Got any example of your work, laddie?
- Oh no. I'm not so confident in my buildings.
Did you explore our world prior to your application?
- Not exactly. I has only explored the entire tutorial area. Hasn't really gone to the Crossroad.
Did anyone refer you to this server?
- Nope. I came across this server in Minecraft Multiplayer Server List website.
--- Character Section --
Name; Wimarc Authus
Age; 22
Race; Human
Appearance; Wimarc Authus is 5'7 tall. Weighting about 198 pound. He have green eye-colors, and have brown-colored hair. He also have brush of pale brown, however with a pink tone. Other than that, he wears an ordinary attire.
-- The Test --
The man went to raise the sharpened hoe. Then swings it downward. Vigorously striking the ground as he went to shift his feet. Making small trenches to prepare for the seeding as he went to raise his hand. Working to wipe the sweat off from his forehead. He then went to look up at brutal golden orb in the blue background. Then he went to shake his head as he went to look back down toward the ground. Suddenly the man wastes no time to dislodge the tool from the ground. Making his way over to the small tool shed located in corner of the reasonably sized field. Not too large for his taste leads to good things, or so in his mind. Gripping onto the iron ring. He went to tug at it. Pulling the tool shed open as he went to toss it inside. Then went to push it back. Shutting it. Glorious! He went to stretch his arms. Finally a break from swinging the bloody thing all day! The smile dance across his lip. Revealing the gleam in his green eyes. Making his way over to the small hut. Finally his arrival shall sound the trumpet! Oh. . .Oh wait. Scratch that. Tugging at iron ring to pull the sturdy wooden door open. Wimarc went to walk into the hut. . .Suddenly his foot caught something. Which he fell forward. Making kisses to the lovely dirt floor! He groans as he went to work himself up. Wiping the dirt off his lip, his cheeks, and his forehead! 'This isn't a time to be a pig, Wimarc!' he thought. He went to look at what caught his feet. Oh silly, it's an old broom. He is a clumsy idiot. He went to tries to unhook his foot out of the broom. Bending over to lift it up. then place it back to where it rightfully belong! The corner. Wimarc went to turns around. . Approaching his beautiful hay bed. . Or he thinks. Wasting no time. The man went to fall right onto the bed - with the clothes on, included! He went to roll over to his back. Pressing his head against sloppy made pillow stuffed with so much chicken's feathers. Too much to be precise. His dirty hand extending to grab a tattered journal. Then flips it open. Then reaches out to grab the charcoal, as he begin to write down all the most boring things he can think out of his head. . . Of course he went to close the book after he finishes writing [No you don't get to read it.]. Settling it onto a poor-crafted nightstand next to his haystack bed. Then went to clap his hands together. Whispering a prayer for the gods. . Then he went to settle his hand onto his chest. Slowly drifting off to a sleep.
The very next day!
He swings his mighty iron sword! Defeating an evil dwarf, stopping bad guys - and saving damsel in distress. . Or that was just him swinging the branch stick around. Hitting a fence post. Treating it like an evil dwarf. Pretending there's damsel in distress to be saved. He went to pout as he went to drop the branch stick. Hearing a few snickers behind his back as he turn to look around. A few farmers were laughing about how he was making an absolute fool out of himself! His cheek turn red, and redder! Then storms off toward his plot. Frustrations confined into him as he went to shake his head! Imagination is such fun thing, he thought. . But people make fool out of you for just being in the cloud! He went to look around, 'Stupid broom!' He grab the broom. then throws it across the room. Wimarc. You're domestically abusing the broom. He went to look at a portrait of his parent. A well painted young man with a blonde hair, a blue eye, and a woman next to him. Brownish hair, and green eyes. A smile across both of their lips. With a small hut behind them. Of course poor Wimarc have to leave his parent behind after he became of age! Adult he should act! He went to shake his head. His parent must be shaking head right now if they discover their son is a short-tempered man! He shall become calm. .. . .Peaceful. . .Maybe be a priest of the inquisition! Oh wait, perhaps no. He shakes his head. Being a priest is overrated. He went to collect his things. Picking up his trusty knapsack. Then collecting all necessity. After he collected what he deems necessary, his hand curling to lift the strap of the knapsack. Swinging it over his shoulders... Finally he reaches out for the ring of the door. Pulling as door creaks open.
[[Apology for comedy in this. ]]
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