Wicken Du Couteau
Villager
About you
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
My username is SobekCJ.
2) How old are you?
I am 14.
3) Where are you?
I live in New Jersey
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
I go to highschool and study computer program and design. My favorite part about it is that I can be near computers all the time. Other things I enjoy doing are running track, playing soccer, and playing League of Legends. My favorite types of games are MOBA and RPGs. The reason these are my favorite are because with MOBAs, I can work and play with other people. I like RPGs because my favorite thing is to create a story revolving around different characters.
6) Got any examples of your work?
N/A
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Yes
8) Referrer: (Optional)
SurvivalManZ aka Jasher Farstride
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About your character
Name:
Wicken Du Couteau, known as “The Blade” and “The Crimson Elite” by his enemies and those who fear him.
Age:
He is in his late 20s to early 30s.
Race:
Wicken is an elf.
Appearance:
Closest representation I could find.
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The test
The elf walked in self-exile, roaming around the town he once called his home. People he once considered friends stared at him with newfound curiosity, as if they’ve never seen him before. His bladed cloak clanged together with each step, making even more people stare at him. He remembered walking down this street every day and it was usually filled with talk, laughter, and crying, but today it was deadly silent. His hands wandered into his cloak, resting his thumbs at the top of his pockets.
“Is this really what this great town has come to?” He exclaimed. “Is my life really that exciting that everyone has to stare?” With that, most people looked away but, stole a glance at the once proud warrior every now and then. The elf then walked in silence, thinking to himself how he got here and why did he decide to leave, with that his flashback started.
Wicken put on the cloak he learned to love. He smiled to himself as the blades hit each other as he put on the cloak. The townspeople once thought he was a fool for putting blades on his cloak, but they’ve all learned to fear the blades that housed themselves on the blue cloak. He aligned his three daggers, the only other blades he ever needed, and fastened them to his belt and black pants. The cloaked man put on the hood, grabbing it by the metal diamond. Wicken opened his windows and quickly rushed out into the night. The Blade had did this many times before but tonight was different. As he ran, he heard screams piercing his ears. He suddenly stopped and tried to figure out where they were coming from. And then he saw the bright green flare as bright as day. With a chilling determination, he followed it, wanting to know where the horrible screams for mercy were coming from.
“No, please!” Wicken heard through tears of fear. “I have a wife, you can’t do this.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, but I guess tonight she’ll be a widow.” A new voice said, Wicken tried with all of his strength to remember who the rumbling voice belonged to. “More poison please.” He said to his servant. With a sudden realization, Wicken realized it was a man who worked with, he was severely burned by chemicals years ago. Ever since the incident he had been obsessed with what he could do with chemicals, and unfortunately he could make poison everyone feared. He squinted watching the two figures. The chemist grabbed a bucket and poured it on his victim’s head. That’s when Wicken heard a gut-curdling cry, even during the many years of murder, Wicken had never heard a screech so horrible.
Wicken watched as the chemicals settled over the man, his body aging centuries ahead of his time. Old age would eventually kill him in the next few minutes.
“No,” The man said. “I had children.” He fell over sideways, but Wicken knew he was dead before he hit the ground due to a sudden heart attack.
“What the hell was that!” Wicken screamed at the chemist. The chemist turned around with a crude smile.
“It’s experimentation, would you like to help us?”
Wicken took a shaky breath. “ No, I’m never doing anything in this city ever again…I’m done.” And he ran into the darkness, unknown adventures waiting for him.
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
My username is SobekCJ.
2) How old are you?
I am 14.
3) Where are you?
I live in New Jersey
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
I go to highschool and study computer program and design. My favorite part about it is that I can be near computers all the time. Other things I enjoy doing are running track, playing soccer, and playing League of Legends. My favorite types of games are MOBA and RPGs. The reason these are my favorite are because with MOBAs, I can work and play with other people. I like RPGs because my favorite thing is to create a story revolving around different characters.
6) Got any examples of your work?
N/A
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
Yes
8) Referrer: (Optional)
SurvivalManZ aka Jasher Farstride
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About your character
Name:
Wicken Du Couteau, known as “The Blade” and “The Crimson Elite” by his enemies and those who fear him.
Age:
He is in his late 20s to early 30s.
Race:
Wicken is an elf.
Appearance:
Closest representation I could find.
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The test
The elf walked in self-exile, roaming around the town he once called his home. People he once considered friends stared at him with newfound curiosity, as if they’ve never seen him before. His bladed cloak clanged together with each step, making even more people stare at him. He remembered walking down this street every day and it was usually filled with talk, laughter, and crying, but today it was deadly silent. His hands wandered into his cloak, resting his thumbs at the top of his pockets.
“Is this really what this great town has come to?” He exclaimed. “Is my life really that exciting that everyone has to stare?” With that, most people looked away but, stole a glance at the once proud warrior every now and then. The elf then walked in silence, thinking to himself how he got here and why did he decide to leave, with that his flashback started.
Wicken put on the cloak he learned to love. He smiled to himself as the blades hit each other as he put on the cloak. The townspeople once thought he was a fool for putting blades on his cloak, but they’ve all learned to fear the blades that housed themselves on the blue cloak. He aligned his three daggers, the only other blades he ever needed, and fastened them to his belt and black pants. The cloaked man put on the hood, grabbing it by the metal diamond. Wicken opened his windows and quickly rushed out into the night. The Blade had did this many times before but tonight was different. As he ran, he heard screams piercing his ears. He suddenly stopped and tried to figure out where they were coming from. And then he saw the bright green flare as bright as day. With a chilling determination, he followed it, wanting to know where the horrible screams for mercy were coming from.
“No, please!” Wicken heard through tears of fear. “I have a wife, you can’t do this.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, but I guess tonight she’ll be a widow.” A new voice said, Wicken tried with all of his strength to remember who the rumbling voice belonged to. “More poison please.” He said to his servant. With a sudden realization, Wicken realized it was a man who worked with, he was severely burned by chemicals years ago. Ever since the incident he had been obsessed with what he could do with chemicals, and unfortunately he could make poison everyone feared. He squinted watching the two figures. The chemist grabbed a bucket and poured it on his victim’s head. That’s when Wicken heard a gut-curdling cry, even during the many years of murder, Wicken had never heard a screech so horrible.
Wicken watched as the chemicals settled over the man, his body aging centuries ahead of his time. Old age would eventually kill him in the next few minutes.
“No,” The man said. “I had children.” He fell over sideways, but Wicken knew he was dead before he hit the ground due to a sudden heart attack.
“What the hell was that!” Wicken screamed at the chemist. The chemist turned around with a crude smile.
“It’s experimentation, would you like to help us?”
Wicken took a shaky breath. “ No, I’m never doing anything in this city ever again…I’m done.” And he ran into the darkness, unknown adventures waiting for him.
