Maklehu
Villager
Maklehu
Minecraft Username: Maklehu
Age: 18
Country & Timezone: US EASTERN TIME
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Meta gaming is using Info that your character does not know when IC, and Power gaming is forcing your actions upon other RPers, without leaving them time to react.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Howdy! I won't go saying my name, so just Call me "Mak" after my username! I love making characters and writing stories, and I am able to play characters quite well IMO! I like to sing, draw, and can even Alter my voice! I hope I can share this
Referral: I found it through searching for Medieval Fantasy RP servers tbh. I wanted to spread stories and make new ones!
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Aza (Also known as "The Blood Lamb"
Age: UNKNOWN
Race: Demonic Caparii
Appearance: Aza is quite unique, as his form is not natural. Aza is quite short, nearly missing the 5 ft mark. As well as this oddity, his fur is a pale red, and his eyes are a glowing Yellow, and sports a third eye, above and in between his other two. His Tearducts, as well as his hands and forearms are stained black, and he has an Ominous Rune Scorched into his chest. He wears Simple burlap pants, and over them, an oddly fine silk Waistcloth.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): Aza woke from a dreary slumber, his eyes still bleary. {Where Am I?} he wondered to himself, and as his Eyes cleared, he found he was strapped to a stone table, and a Hooded Stranger standing before him. In a hushed tone, the stranger said "Welcome, My Lord. What praytell, may your humble servants refer to you as?" Aza froze. {He had no recollection of anything before this encounter. nothing but a Burning feeling and his name}. "A-... Aza. My name is... Aza." The Hooded stranger took out an ancient looking book, and flipped through it vigorously. Once he found what he was looking for, he Squealed in delight, rushing out of the room. Aza was left alone to observe his surroundings. near the door, he noticed a multitude of bones and shackles, and noticed that the room was lit by Red candles in a circle. surrounding him. He Sat up, realizing he wasn't actually tied down, and found that he was laying on an intricate pattern written in blood. He turned away from the door, and stared longingly. A dark throne, ancient and regal, albeit crumbled. As he approached and began feeling the throne, he heard a commotion outside. Hiding behind the throne, he watched as a hooded stranger, along with a few others, burst through the door, and were quickly slain by a regal looking knight. When the noise died down, Aza carefully made his way to the door. As he stepped over the corpses of whoever they were, He found himself feeling hungry. He tried his best to maintain composure, but when he saw a pile of bodies ablaze, the smell of cooked and charred meat overtook him. He didn't realize the blaze had been blessed, until his black paws entered the blaze, and he screamed. He managed to pull out a small piece of meat however, and tried finding a weapon. He knew now what he was, and the world was going to hate him for it.
Age: 18
Country & Timezone: US EASTERN TIME
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Meta gaming is using Info that your character does not know when IC, and Power gaming is forcing your actions upon other RPers, without leaving them time to react.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Howdy! I won't go saying my name, so just Call me "Mak" after my username! I love making characters and writing stories, and I am able to play characters quite well IMO! I like to sing, draw, and can even Alter my voice! I hope I can share this
Referral: I found it through searching for Medieval Fantasy RP servers tbh. I wanted to spread stories and make new ones!
________________________________________
{Character Section}
Character Name: Aza (Also known as "The Blood Lamb"
Age: UNKNOWN
Race: Demonic Caparii
Appearance: Aza is quite unique, as his form is not natural. Aza is quite short, nearly missing the 5 ft mark. As well as this oddity, his fur is a pale red, and his eyes are a glowing Yellow, and sports a third eye, above and in between his other two. His Tearducts, as well as his hands and forearms are stained black, and he has an Ominous Rune Scorched into his chest. He wears Simple burlap pants, and over them, an oddly fine silk Waistcloth.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): Aza woke from a dreary slumber, his eyes still bleary. {Where Am I?} he wondered to himself, and as his Eyes cleared, he found he was strapped to a stone table, and a Hooded Stranger standing before him. In a hushed tone, the stranger said "Welcome, My Lord. What praytell, may your humble servants refer to you as?" Aza froze. {He had no recollection of anything before this encounter. nothing but a Burning feeling and his name}. "A-... Aza. My name is... Aza." The Hooded stranger took out an ancient looking book, and flipped through it vigorously. Once he found what he was looking for, he Squealed in delight, rushing out of the room. Aza was left alone to observe his surroundings. near the door, he noticed a multitude of bones and shackles, and noticed that the room was lit by Red candles in a circle. surrounding him. He Sat up, realizing he wasn't actually tied down, and found that he was laying on an intricate pattern written in blood. He turned away from the door, and stared longingly. A dark throne, ancient and regal, albeit crumbled. As he approached and began feeling the throne, he heard a commotion outside. Hiding behind the throne, he watched as a hooded stranger, along with a few others, burst through the door, and were quickly slain by a regal looking knight. When the noise died down, Aza carefully made his way to the door. As he stepped over the corpses of whoever they were, He found himself feeling hungry. He tried his best to maintain composure, but when he saw a pile of bodies ablaze, the smell of cooked and charred meat overtook him. He didn't realize the blaze had been blessed, until his black paws entered the blaze, and he screamed. He managed to pull out a small piece of meat however, and tried finding a weapon. He knew now what he was, and the world was going to hate him for it.
