Age: 16
Current rank: Slicer
Which role you are applying for: Lore Team
Why you think you should become this role: I really care about the lore of this server and the players, and believe I can be a more than adequate addition to the team. I have a passion to learn more of the lore of the server, and find hidden knowledge that may further my research into the artifact. Non server wise I really like reading and writing and I plan on taking the writers craft class in the next year. To sum it up I love the server and it's lore and I love reading and writing.
When you started playing on the server: August 24, 2017
Time zone: EST
How often do you play (hours a day/week): 2-3 hours a day, sometimes skipping a day for a break
Examples of previous writing/lore: (A small very rough excerpt from the next book I plan on publishing. This is just the bones of the story, I plan on adding lots more detail)
For thousands of years the Golden Elves lived prosperously upon the island of Tol-in-Gilion, the Isle of Stars. We had many fish and fruits that you would find no where else on Char. We built our cities out of gold and silver, they rose to the sky like spires of light. There were two things that were worshiped on that island. The stars and the Blood God, but we'll get into that later. We lived harmoniously with our surroundings, building into mountains and among the trees. But this all ended on that one day. You see us Golden Elves normally lived long, healthy lives. We were only susceptible to death of disease and of physical causes. For 100 years the Blood Plague cursed our island but that is nothing compared to that day. The dark day. When the Lokans arrived, there was groaning and grumbling beneath the ground. Cracks opened through the cities and the water flowed in from the sea. Slowly everything went under the water until only three of the tallest spires were left above. The screams of women and children, of men and of the animals. Myself and those who were on ships at the time are the only ones that survived. Or at least, the only ones that survived whole. We soon learned that, with the coming of the Lokans we could not die. Even from natural causes. This was a horrible discovery, for all those people who sank beneath the waves, those who got crushed beneath churning and cracking earth, those who boiled alive in molten rock. They are all still alive. They have to live in eternal pain and suffering for there is no way to turn off the powers of the Artifact. This is why I devote my time to learn more of it's power, and any potential way to destroy it. I will never forget my people. I will never forget my sunken island.
Current rank: Slicer
Which role you are applying for: Lore Team
Why you think you should become this role: I really care about the lore of this server and the players, and believe I can be a more than adequate addition to the team. I have a passion to learn more of the lore of the server, and find hidden knowledge that may further my research into the artifact. Non server wise I really like reading and writing and I plan on taking the writers craft class in the next year. To sum it up I love the server and it's lore and I love reading and writing.
When you started playing on the server: August 24, 2017
Time zone: EST
How often do you play (hours a day/week): 2-3 hours a day, sometimes skipping a day for a break
Examples of previous writing/lore: (A small very rough excerpt from the next book I plan on publishing. This is just the bones of the story, I plan on adding lots more detail)
For thousands of years the Golden Elves lived prosperously upon the island of Tol-in-Gilion, the Isle of Stars. We had many fish and fruits that you would find no where else on Char. We built our cities out of gold and silver, they rose to the sky like spires of light. There were two things that were worshiped on that island. The stars and the Blood God, but we'll get into that later. We lived harmoniously with our surroundings, building into mountains and among the trees. But this all ended on that one day. You see us Golden Elves normally lived long, healthy lives. We were only susceptible to death of disease and of physical causes. For 100 years the Blood Plague cursed our island but that is nothing compared to that day. The dark day. When the Lokans arrived, there was groaning and grumbling beneath the ground. Cracks opened through the cities and the water flowed in from the sea. Slowly everything went under the water until only three of the tallest spires were left above. The screams of women and children, of men and of the animals. Myself and those who were on ships at the time are the only ones that survived. Or at least, the only ones that survived whole. We soon learned that, with the coming of the Lokans we could not die. Even from natural causes. This was a horrible discovery, for all those people who sank beneath the waves, those who got crushed beneath churning and cracking earth, those who boiled alive in molten rock. They are all still alive. They have to live in eternal pain and suffering for there is no way to turn off the powers of the Artifact. This is why I devote my time to learn more of it's power, and any potential way to destroy it. I will never forget my people. I will never forget my sunken island.
