Post by Natuality on Jun 12, 2018 22:54:51 GMT
[Out of Character Information]
What is your Minecraft IGN? -Natuality
What is your Discord Tag? -Reckoning #2239
How old are you? -17
What is your timezone? -GMT
Have you read the rules? Which do you agree with the most? - Yes, I have read all the rules. I agree with the rule of ‘no Powergaming’, it’s fairly obvious why it’s instated and I believe it is a needed rule for all Roleplay to be considered fair alongside serious.
Where did you find Caeda? - It was mentioned to me by a friend.
Have you previously applied to this server? - No, I have not.
[Knowledge Check]
DISCLAIMER: You are more than free to google the definitions to these questions, however, we reserve the right to deny any and all plagiarising parties.
What is Roleplay? - Immersing yourself into a character in a separate realm/universe. You take all responsibility for what he/she says, does or thinks about.
What is Metagaming? - Using information that you have gathered OOCly to aid you ICly
What is Powergaming? - Making your character OP or not accepting the consequences of your actions - this can also come in the form of Shadowplay, where you take on the shape of multiple characters at the same time.
[In Character Information]
What is your character’s race? - High-Human
What is your character’s gender? - Male
What is your character’s name? - Raylen Avantgarde
How old is your character? - 34
What is your character’s Biography thus far? (Be Original!)
The back alleys are a harsh place at night. The only source of light is a dim beam of the moonlight that itself hides behind the overhanging balconies and untrimmed foliage or creeping through weedery that’s worked its way between the brickwork whilst being misted by the thick fog that resides at night... ‘Beware upon entering, the thin paths are undocumented. A dangerous place to venture through alone’ - A warning from some sort of authority figure that, well... Obviously knew the city better than Raylen. - He did not heed the warning, treading his uninvited foot in these dark, vagabond ridden catacombs at the peak of dawn. He thought it to be a shortcut, it had worked before so he deemed it safe... It was not, he was wrong ... - He learned his lesson.
He was given a second chance, An unknown force or an ‘Arcanic cantation’ he believes it to be .. What he remembers from the experience is being awoken in a place he did not recognize, a healing house of some sort that resided inside the cities more .. safer .. districts. He was told a solemn figure left him on the floor,
breathing yet still lifeless - nothing seemed wrong with him, everything was normal; except his hands..
They had a different somewhat eerie tint to them, they were much paler than the rest of his lithe well-kempt body that laid near to lifeless on the healing bed, covered by a thin knitted white cover that shrouded his bare chest. Another oddity of the mysterious event was how about an inch from his palm he found that two new tattoos resided … Runic bands of ink bound to his skin, strapped around his wrists like handcuffs.
Upon his reawakening, he was amidst two figures, one a doctor - a High Human like him - through his visage was older: Wrinkled, lightly tanned skin with greying hair that conflicted with his still smooth and sharp facial features that his racial bloodline had gifted him. On the other side stood a younger nurse, a human. ‘She must be his assistant’, Raylen deemed a safe assumption. He looked between the duo and noted their utter confusion, attempting to sit himself forward he met light resistance - the doctor insisting he stayed back, his expression was one that showed concern, interest yet a slight hesitance as it was pungent that the matter was dangerous, against the common folk laws and as far as he was concerned … Heavily punishable.
“Who are you and what do you remember of this event..?” The male doctor asked - his tone was gruff yet within it a tint of insistence perpetrated through. He thought about his response for a while. He knew his name and replied, being cautious with his selection of words “I am Raylen Avantgarde... I know little of how I arrived here, I do remember treading foot in areas I was not welcome, then from the shadows a band of what I can only assume to be a lawless brigand assailed me, the last I remember as my eyes closed was thinking that they would never open again.. I was scared, yet relieved of all stress and pressure” Raylen peered to the doctor - his eyes abruptly widened and his tone dropped, The blankets where he laid squirmed as his body tensed, his arms strained whilst the muscles twinged and pulsed as he spoke, obviously alarmed by his recollection “My - Hands, I remember that .. they were drawn and I was left to bleed after I was of no use, my goods were taken and my life drained. I was dead, as far as they were concerned. And myself, at that.”
He was raised to stand after short explanations of how exactly he was laid to rest in this healing house - “A stranger, robed and hooded, that’s how you got here. He left you with us, borderline demanding us to keep you hospitalized. Then he left and we haven’t been able to track him down since”. Raylen nodded as the doctor explained how he had arrived - somewhat understanding yet utterly confused by the stranger's tale; he would deem the man mad if there wasn’t any given evidence, his wrists, the cuts and bruises deterred him from disbelief. ‘Was all this true?’ He questioned as he looked around his battered form. The muggers hurt him pretty bad, only the Gods know what they did to his limp dying body - whilst unconscious he was treated for a whole variety of injuries! broken ribs, a fractured arm and a handful of deep cuts that would no doubt leave scars, he would never forget that experience.
He was shortly released, they gave no charge to him, thankfully... He said his goodbyes after being helped dressed - He was going to struggle with his new handicap, he could barely lift a mug to his dry lips, how was he to get a job? Why would anyone give him a second look?
They gave him a plain linen shirt - clean, thankfully - alongside a short trim fur cloak that was tied around his broad shoulders to masque his lithe form. He made his way out from the hearth-warmed room and felt his skin reminded of the cold winter breeze. Wrapping the cloak over his broad shoulders he set out.
Owner of nothing. Friend to no one. Living with the hands of another.
Describe your character’s personality.
Raylen is fairly quiet - He keeps to himself the majority of the time, whilst really knowing no one in the city he appears to be outgoing in the sense he knows his manners and how to work his way around a conversation. He has a bad habit of
What ambitions do they possess?
Raylen always took an interest in the violence of weapons and the creation of new ones. He took inspiration from the guards or smiths around town - often spectating them from a young age, as he grew he lost the passion as he was constantly knocked about between his formal studies and his love for metallurgy. With this incident, it may be an opportunity to change his life around and attempt to do what he loves.
What are your character’s strengths and talents?
Strengths? He currently has full use of his legs, his hands are still a work in progress. He is fairly agile though it imposes no real threat as he cannot wield a blade without seeming clumsy or cack-handed. He has a knack for good puns at bad times.
What are your character’s weaknesses and inabilities?
His weaknesses would come with his crippled hands - as you’d expect he is very restricted with what he can do compared to what he could before. He is terrible at lying - despite his somewhat cold and quiet personality. He can't resist but look guilty or avoid eye contact.
Describe your character’s appearance.
Raylen follows many of the High Human Protocols - tall, with light hair and eyes alongside strong facial features that stand out with rough angles and chiseled intricacies. He bares tattoo's a few lines spread over his face and neck that somewhat seperates him from other of his race. They mean practically nothing, he simply believed it to look somewhat unique - that's his reason for a lot of how he is. 'To be unique'.
Please provide a screenshot or link to your Roleplay Appropriate skin.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
(Required for the following races: High Human, Kobold, Ataw.)
What is the culture of your chosen race?
Thilo
How long does this race live?
Up to 2oo years
Name three physical traits of the race
hair that shines like metal, strange eye color, and pointed ears.
How does your character compare to the average member of this race? (Both physically and mentally.)
He’s somewhat standard when it comes down to his genetics - he stands tall at 6’9 with pale, smooth skin that matches his light grey eyes and hair. His lithe body is somewhat naturally toned - he couldn’t get fat if he tried - but he did go out of his way before his ‘incident’ to try and improve his overall physique as he felt it was necessary - especially with his aspirations towards smithing and in general working alongside weapons. He does differ to some extent - he has tattoos. Facial tattoos and neck tattoos that seem somewhat cultseque yet they are simply there to show his worth and individuality (Also he thought it looked fairly nice, not for the faint of heart). I’d say he is a lot caring of how he is perceived - I’d assume high humans try to retain their ‘pure blood’ frame of mind, Raylen is different to that - in fact he somewhat goes out of his way to show that he cares little about what people think of him, whether it be about his appearance or his personality. He is educated no doubt - he knows his ways about the world and surely won’t have a blind pulled over his eyes by some petty thief.
What is your Minecraft IGN? -Natuality
What is your Discord Tag? -Reckoning #2239
How old are you? -17
What is your timezone? -GMT
Have you read the rules? Which do you agree with the most? - Yes, I have read all the rules. I agree with the rule of ‘no Powergaming’, it’s fairly obvious why it’s instated and I believe it is a needed rule for all Roleplay to be considered fair alongside serious.
Where did you find Caeda? - It was mentioned to me by a friend.
Have you previously applied to this server? - No, I have not.
[Knowledge Check]
DISCLAIMER: You are more than free to google the definitions to these questions, however, we reserve the right to deny any and all plagiarising parties.
What is Roleplay? - Immersing yourself into a character in a separate realm/universe. You take all responsibility for what he/she says, does or thinks about.
What is Metagaming? - Using information that you have gathered OOCly to aid you ICly
What is Powergaming? - Making your character OP or not accepting the consequences of your actions - this can also come in the form of Shadowplay, where you take on the shape of multiple characters at the same time.
[In Character Information]
What is your character’s race? - High-Human
What is your character’s gender? - Male
What is your character’s name? - Raylen Avantgarde
How old is your character? - 34
What is your character’s Biography thus far? (Be Original!)
The back alleys are a harsh place at night. The only source of light is a dim beam of the moonlight that itself hides behind the overhanging balconies and untrimmed foliage or creeping through weedery that’s worked its way between the brickwork whilst being misted by the thick fog that resides at night... ‘Beware upon entering, the thin paths are undocumented. A dangerous place to venture through alone’ - A warning from some sort of authority figure that, well... Obviously knew the city better than Raylen. - He did not heed the warning, treading his uninvited foot in these dark, vagabond ridden catacombs at the peak of dawn. He thought it to be a shortcut, it had worked before so he deemed it safe... It was not, he was wrong ... - He learned his lesson.
He was given a second chance, An unknown force or an ‘Arcanic cantation’ he believes it to be .. What he remembers from the experience is being awoken in a place he did not recognize, a healing house of some sort that resided inside the cities more .. safer .. districts. He was told a solemn figure left him on the floor,
breathing yet still lifeless - nothing seemed wrong with him, everything was normal; except his hands..
They had a different somewhat eerie tint to them, they were much paler than the rest of his lithe well-kempt body that laid near to lifeless on the healing bed, covered by a thin knitted white cover that shrouded his bare chest. Another oddity of the mysterious event was how about an inch from his palm he found that two new tattoos resided … Runic bands of ink bound to his skin, strapped around his wrists like handcuffs.
Upon his reawakening, he was amidst two figures, one a doctor - a High Human like him - through his visage was older: Wrinkled, lightly tanned skin with greying hair that conflicted with his still smooth and sharp facial features that his racial bloodline had gifted him. On the other side stood a younger nurse, a human. ‘She must be his assistant’, Raylen deemed a safe assumption. He looked between the duo and noted their utter confusion, attempting to sit himself forward he met light resistance - the doctor insisting he stayed back, his expression was one that showed concern, interest yet a slight hesitance as it was pungent that the matter was dangerous, against the common folk laws and as far as he was concerned … Heavily punishable.
“Who are you and what do you remember of this event..?” The male doctor asked - his tone was gruff yet within it a tint of insistence perpetrated through. He thought about his response for a while. He knew his name and replied, being cautious with his selection of words “I am Raylen Avantgarde... I know little of how I arrived here, I do remember treading foot in areas I was not welcome, then from the shadows a band of what I can only assume to be a lawless brigand assailed me, the last I remember as my eyes closed was thinking that they would never open again.. I was scared, yet relieved of all stress and pressure” Raylen peered to the doctor - his eyes abruptly widened and his tone dropped, The blankets where he laid squirmed as his body tensed, his arms strained whilst the muscles twinged and pulsed as he spoke, obviously alarmed by his recollection “My - Hands, I remember that .. they were drawn and I was left to bleed after I was of no use, my goods were taken and my life drained. I was dead, as far as they were concerned. And myself, at that.”
He was raised to stand after short explanations of how exactly he was laid to rest in this healing house - “A stranger, robed and hooded, that’s how you got here. He left you with us, borderline demanding us to keep you hospitalized. Then he left and we haven’t been able to track him down since”. Raylen nodded as the doctor explained how he had arrived - somewhat understanding yet utterly confused by the stranger's tale; he would deem the man mad if there wasn’t any given evidence, his wrists, the cuts and bruises deterred him from disbelief. ‘Was all this true?’ He questioned as he looked around his battered form. The muggers hurt him pretty bad, only the Gods know what they did to his limp dying body - whilst unconscious he was treated for a whole variety of injuries! broken ribs, a fractured arm and a handful of deep cuts that would no doubt leave scars, he would never forget that experience.
He was shortly released, they gave no charge to him, thankfully... He said his goodbyes after being helped dressed - He was going to struggle with his new handicap, he could barely lift a mug to his dry lips, how was he to get a job? Why would anyone give him a second look?
They gave him a plain linen shirt - clean, thankfully - alongside a short trim fur cloak that was tied around his broad shoulders to masque his lithe form. He made his way out from the hearth-warmed room and felt his skin reminded of the cold winter breeze. Wrapping the cloak over his broad shoulders he set out.
Owner of nothing. Friend to no one. Living with the hands of another.
Describe your character’s personality.
Raylen is fairly quiet - He keeps to himself the majority of the time, whilst really knowing no one in the city he appears to be outgoing in the sense he knows his manners and how to work his way around a conversation. He has a bad habit of
What ambitions do they possess?
Raylen always took an interest in the violence of weapons and the creation of new ones. He took inspiration from the guards or smiths around town - often spectating them from a young age, as he grew he lost the passion as he was constantly knocked about between his formal studies and his love for metallurgy. With this incident, it may be an opportunity to change his life around and attempt to do what he loves.
What are your character’s strengths and talents?
Strengths? He currently has full use of his legs, his hands are still a work in progress. He is fairly agile though it imposes no real threat as he cannot wield a blade without seeming clumsy or cack-handed. He has a knack for good puns at bad times.
What are your character’s weaknesses and inabilities?
His weaknesses would come with his crippled hands - as you’d expect he is very restricted with what he can do compared to what he could before. He is terrible at lying - despite his somewhat cold and quiet personality. He can't resist but look guilty or avoid eye contact.
Describe your character’s appearance.
Raylen follows many of the High Human Protocols - tall, with light hair and eyes alongside strong facial features that stand out with rough angles and chiseled intricacies. He bares tattoo's a few lines spread over his face and neck that somewhat seperates him from other of his race. They mean practically nothing, he simply believed it to look somewhat unique - that's his reason for a lot of how he is. 'To be unique'.
Please provide a screenshot or link to your Roleplay Appropriate skin.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
(Required for the following races: High Human, Kobold, Ataw.)
What is the culture of your chosen race?
Thilo
How long does this race live?
Up to 2oo years
Name three physical traits of the race
hair that shines like metal, strange eye color, and pointed ears.
How does your character compare to the average member of this race? (Both physically and mentally.)
He’s somewhat standard when it comes down to his genetics - he stands tall at 6’9 with pale, smooth skin that matches his light grey eyes and hair. His lithe body is somewhat naturally toned - he couldn’t get fat if he tried - but he did go out of his way before his ‘incident’ to try and improve his overall physique as he felt it was necessary - especially with his aspirations towards smithing and in general working alongside weapons. He does differ to some extent - he has tattoos. Facial tattoos and neck tattoos that seem somewhat cultseque yet they are simply there to show his worth and individuality (Also he thought it looked fairly nice, not for the faint of heart). I’d say he is a lot caring of how he is perceived - I’d assume high humans try to retain their ‘pure blood’ frame of mind, Raylen is different to that - in fact he somewhat goes out of his way to show that he cares little about what people think of him, whether it be about his appearance or his personality. He is educated no doubt - he knows his ways about the world and surely won’t have a blind pulled over his eyes by some petty thief.
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