{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: SaltyVibes__
Age: 24
Country & Timezone: CST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming: Using ooc knowledge to your advantage in roleplay, when it is impossible for your character to know such Powergaming: Giving your character unrealistic capabilities not coherent with their race/age/build
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: I am a long time dnd dm, i have occasionally done Mineman rp or mmo rp. I enjoy playing dwarves but i play lots of different characters dependent on what backstory i come up with. Im in the millitary so i am fairly active on off days but not incredibly active when i work. I like rp because its a cool escape from a sad reality. This server looks fun and im looking forward to giving it a go!
Referral: Sir_Saltington
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Grandor Mountainbeard
Age: 24
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): In the dark night, the dwarf slowly approched the castle. The moonlight reflecting off his hazel eyes, he pressed on, knowing his quarry was only just behind the door. He had been searching for them for weeks, tired and low on supplies, he needed them to be here, he wouldnt be able to tredge on much further to find them. He opened the front door of the wooden building, a slow squeek echoing through the wooden home, as he saw blood trailing twords the stairs from the doorway. He followed the trail, slowly ascending until he reached the top, finding the criminal unconcious, sprawled accross the floor, seemingly from bloodloss. The dwarf approached the man, patting him down, and kicking the mans weapon away. Seaching the body, the dwarf found what he was looking for, the stolen ring of the noble who had hired him. He pocketed the ring, grabed the wallet of the man so he could show the identity to the noble. He huffed, lifting his bow over his shoulder, and began to leave. As he walked out of the door, however, a howl was heard in the distance. It took him a worried moment, but eventually he knew, almost certainly, what creature the howl came from. Windego's. He looked up to the sky, and the full moon shone its light down onto the dwed. Fear touched his heart. His stroll turned quickly into a sprint, as he dashed out of the house and down the forested path. The Main Roads had kings-guard patrols, perhaps they would have silver weapons he hoped. That was his only chance. Now, he sprinted best a dwarf can, but dwarves are not known for speed, moreso for endurance. The sound of breaking leaves and branches could be heard in the distance behind him, and a creeping feeling ran up his spine. Perhaps he might not be able to get to the roads in time. Windego's were weak to silver, but he hadnt come prepared to kill Windego's, he came to hunt down a simple bandit. a thought quickly came to mind, and he shuffled his arm quickly into the side pouch of his bag. He pulled out a bottle of dwarven whiskey, such a shame to use an aged bottle for this task.he shoved his hankercheif into the mouth of the bottle, grabed his lighter, and lit the edge, causing the cloth to burst into flame. He turned, and during the time it took him to prepare this, the Windego had almost caught up to him. He muttered a prayer to the gods, and threw the bottle behind him, before hearing it crack against the chest. A angry roar came from the beast, as it steered and clawed at its face from the pain of the burns. The dwed used the moment to burst forward, filled with hope and strength. Not too long after, he finally found himself on the Kings Road, with a small patrol of guards there. He was safe, at last.
The skin wont attach for whatever reason so im just gonna link it
Minecraft Username: SaltyVibes__
Age: 24
Country & Timezone: CST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming: Using ooc knowledge to your advantage in roleplay, when it is impossible for your character to know such Powergaming: Giving your character unrealistic capabilities not coherent with their race/age/build
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: I am a long time dnd dm, i have occasionally done Mineman rp or mmo rp. I enjoy playing dwarves but i play lots of different characters dependent on what backstory i come up with. Im in the millitary so i am fairly active on off days but not incredibly active when i work. I like rp because its a cool escape from a sad reality. This server looks fun and im looking forward to giving it a go!
Referral: Sir_Saltington
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Grandor Mountainbeard
Age: 24
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): In the dark night, the dwarf slowly approched the castle. The moonlight reflecting off his hazel eyes, he pressed on, knowing his quarry was only just behind the door. He had been searching for them for weeks, tired and low on supplies, he needed them to be here, he wouldnt be able to tredge on much further to find them. He opened the front door of the wooden building, a slow squeek echoing through the wooden home, as he saw blood trailing twords the stairs from the doorway. He followed the trail, slowly ascending until he reached the top, finding the criminal unconcious, sprawled accross the floor, seemingly from bloodloss. The dwarf approached the man, patting him down, and kicking the mans weapon away. Seaching the body, the dwarf found what he was looking for, the stolen ring of the noble who had hired him. He pocketed the ring, grabed the wallet of the man so he could show the identity to the noble. He huffed, lifting his bow over his shoulder, and began to leave. As he walked out of the door, however, a howl was heard in the distance. It took him a worried moment, but eventually he knew, almost certainly, what creature the howl came from. Windego's. He looked up to the sky, and the full moon shone its light down onto the dwed. Fear touched his heart. His stroll turned quickly into a sprint, as he dashed out of the house and down the forested path. The Main Roads had kings-guard patrols, perhaps they would have silver weapons he hoped. That was his only chance. Now, he sprinted best a dwarf can, but dwarves are not known for speed, moreso for endurance. The sound of breaking leaves and branches could be heard in the distance behind him, and a creeping feeling ran up his spine. Perhaps he might not be able to get to the roads in time. Windego's were weak to silver, but he hadnt come prepared to kill Windego's, he came to hunt down a simple bandit. a thought quickly came to mind, and he shuffled his arm quickly into the side pouch of his bag. He pulled out a bottle of dwarven whiskey, such a shame to use an aged bottle for this task.he shoved his hankercheif into the mouth of the bottle, grabed his lighter, and lit the edge, causing the cloth to burst into flame. He turned, and during the time it took him to prepare this, the Windego had almost caught up to him. He muttered a prayer to the gods, and threw the bottle behind him, before hearing it crack against the chest. A angry roar came from the beast, as it steered and clawed at its face from the pain of the burns. The dwed used the moment to burst forward, filled with hope and strength. Not too long after, he finally found himself on the Kings Road, with a small patrol of guards there. He was safe, at last.
The skin wont attach for whatever reason so im just gonna link it
