Post by citizenj on Nov 25, 2016 10:33:53 GMT
Have you read the rules?: I have
Have you read the introduction lore?: Yes
Out of Character
Minecraft IGN:
JesterInRuins
Age: 14
How did you hear about us?:
Planet Minecraft
What made you want to join us?:
I was drawn in by the lore you have created for your world.
What is Roleplaying?:
It is playing a role as a certain character
What is Metagaming?:
Using information you have learned OOC to affect the outcome of you role-playing experience
What is Powergaming?:
Doing something that you shouldn't be able to do in-character, using whatever you can to get better/progress etc, disregarding any rules or story that has been set in place.
Character Creation
Name:
Sirrion Tarth Orad
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Origin: Slaryn
Biography: Born to Gurth and Edith Orad, Sirrion was the third sibling in his family, and as go the Slaryn customs, he was taken off his parents at a very young age to serve in the military. Sirrion underwent years of training along with hundreds of other children his own age; they grew up together and to Sirrion, they were his family. He could never remember his mum or his dad, and whenever he tried, their images seemed to just slip further and further away from him, until one day, he just stopped believing he had parents. When he was not undergoing the serious training, he would sit on the walls surrounding the military compound, and watch as children walked by with their parents. He always felt as if he was different, like he was special in some way, but he never knew why.
Sirrion was 21 when they started sending the men away, they said they were going to a land across the sea, where land was plentiful. Sirrion waited three whole years before he was called up to go. His best friend, who had been with him since they were 10 was standing beside him as the great ships cast off from the shores, facing the roaring waves that stretched as far as the eye could see, across the open ocean. They were told it would take weeks, maybe months to reach the other shore, and sure enough, day after day passed, and no land was seen. It had been a total of 37 days when the storm hit them. The ship soared over the waves, but each time it hit a new wave, it sunk just a little deeper into the ocean. The night was long and weary, every able body had pale in hand and were scooping water off their boat as it slowly sunk to their doom. Eventually, one last wave came crashing down on their ship, and it split in two, splinters flying everywhere; Sirrion grabbed onto the floating mast, and could see his friend, Horus, yelling out, trying to stay afloat on the water.
One night had passed since the storm had hit their boat, Sirrion was sitting around a fire, at the beach on which he had been washed ashore. He didn't know where he was, was he on Heonia? He didn't know much at the moments, where he was, weather Horus had made it, weather anyone, anyone from the ship had survived the storm. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky, as if the storm had never happened, as if it had all just been a big joke.
Your character's physical appearance:
Tall with blond hair and green eyes. His ears are slightly pointed at the end, and his face is gaunt and his skin pale. He is of a slim build but surprisingly sturdy.
Your character's strengths and weaknesses:
He is a quick thinker and good tactician. He is physically fit, and has good endurance. He isn't the best at working in a team, and likes to be a bit of a loan-wolf. He is slow to anger and only gets into fights if he really needs to.
Have you read the introduction lore?: Yes
Out of Character
Minecraft IGN:
JesterInRuins
Age: 14
How did you hear about us?:
Planet Minecraft
What made you want to join us?:
I was drawn in by the lore you have created for your world.
What is Roleplaying?:
It is playing a role as a certain character
What is Metagaming?:
Using information you have learned OOC to affect the outcome of you role-playing experience
What is Powergaming?:
Doing something that you shouldn't be able to do in-character, using whatever you can to get better/progress etc, disregarding any rules or story that has been set in place.
Character Creation
Name:
Sirrion Tarth Orad
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Origin: Slaryn
Biography: Born to Gurth and Edith Orad, Sirrion was the third sibling in his family, and as go the Slaryn customs, he was taken off his parents at a very young age to serve in the military. Sirrion underwent years of training along with hundreds of other children his own age; they grew up together and to Sirrion, they were his family. He could never remember his mum or his dad, and whenever he tried, their images seemed to just slip further and further away from him, until one day, he just stopped believing he had parents. When he was not undergoing the serious training, he would sit on the walls surrounding the military compound, and watch as children walked by with their parents. He always felt as if he was different, like he was special in some way, but he never knew why.
Sirrion was 21 when they started sending the men away, they said they were going to a land across the sea, where land was plentiful. Sirrion waited three whole years before he was called up to go. His best friend, who had been with him since they were 10 was standing beside him as the great ships cast off from the shores, facing the roaring waves that stretched as far as the eye could see, across the open ocean. They were told it would take weeks, maybe months to reach the other shore, and sure enough, day after day passed, and no land was seen. It had been a total of 37 days when the storm hit them. The ship soared over the waves, but each time it hit a new wave, it sunk just a little deeper into the ocean. The night was long and weary, every able body had pale in hand and were scooping water off their boat as it slowly sunk to their doom. Eventually, one last wave came crashing down on their ship, and it split in two, splinters flying everywhere; Sirrion grabbed onto the floating mast, and could see his friend, Horus, yelling out, trying to stay afloat on the water.
One night had passed since the storm had hit their boat, Sirrion was sitting around a fire, at the beach on which he had been washed ashore. He didn't know where he was, was he on Heonia? He didn't know much at the moments, where he was, weather Horus had made it, weather anyone, anyone from the ship had survived the storm. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky, as if the storm had never happened, as if it had all just been a big joke.
Your character's physical appearance:
Tall with blond hair and green eyes. His ears are slightly pointed at the end, and his face is gaunt and his skin pale. He is of a slim build but surprisingly sturdy.
Your character's strengths and weaknesses:
He is a quick thinker and good tactician. He is physically fit, and has good endurance. He isn't the best at working in a team, and likes to be a bit of a loan-wolf. He is slow to anger and only gets into fights if he really needs to.
