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Just wondering. Are there religions on the server? I might want to add one into my application.

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Please still remember who I am ;-;

Don't forget your old shipmatesssssss

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Name: Sashimoto Hanako

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Asian / Japanese

Place of Birth: United Greenland

Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Hanako is thin and short. She may not look like it but she is rather athletic and fast as required of her job to usually make a quick escape from angry people. She can sometime be very intrusive, asking very personal questions and can be pretty stubborn to get the answers that she wants. She is also terrible at reading the mood and being quiet. Hanako is easily recognizable by her thick red jacket and black hat.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Athletic : She runs rather fast to escape trouble

Stubborn : Once she starts something, it is very difficult to stop her

Smart : She can piece together information very well and can also cunning talk her way and get people to spill secrets

No sense of delicacy : She would ignore the feelings and discomfort of others just to get them to say what she wants to hear. She also can't read the mood and will usually cause trouble.

Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: She always carry at least 3 pen and quills around. She has also asked the captain for a large enough place to set up her workplace.

Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):

Born to a Japanese family living in United Greenland, Hanako and her family were one of the lucky Asians to be accepted in United Greenland, possibly the most friendly and peaceful place left in the world. There were no problems living there. They did not suffer from food shortages, her parent's had decent jobs to make ends meet. However, Hanako was for some reason extremely bored of the peace. She would try to compensate by being adventourous, always wandering around United Greenland, going to dangerous places such as the top of the construction site or at the harbour, testing her luck on the weak ice of the frozen sea. One day while exploring, she found one of the old artifacts of the old world. A newspaper. Intrigued, she opened it to read and found herself being extremely interested in reading the articles of several journalists, speaking about here they tracked down and interviewed people. From then, she tried to emulate the newspaper by trying to create one similar to it.

Thus began her small newspaper talking about the many things she find everyday while exploring, her experiences of visiting some of her normal dangerous places, the secrets of her friends. She gradually expanded her horizons to writing about the prices of goods in the market, the stories of the old men who had lived lives before the flood, the opinions of others on several topics of interests. Then, her next adventure came when the U.S.S Defiance came along

Out of Character Information

IGN: Gillagne

Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? (This is optional): Sure!; kooters2 (Note; that word meant something very different to me when I was younger.)

Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes.

What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing roleplay without retaliation/counter roleplay and/or overpowering your character.

What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using knowledge that your character had not obtained via roleplay.

What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Forging a character/persona that you commandeer.

Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.

When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the player in question consents to the death of their character.

When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using /ooc chat channel or using double parentheses [ (()) ] in local chat.

Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): Tales of Exile, Ireleth, Falchion, Age of Agathon, TERA, some other miscellaneous experiences.

Character Information

Name: Gillagne Malgelir

Age: 35

Race: Elvish

Physical Description: Tall and slender, yet fairly toned. Long brown hair and clear skin; void of any scars or bruises. Emerald green eyes and seems to always wear a confident smirk.

Screen capture of your skin:

Biography:

Gillagne's tale begins in a small community near the border of Oddonwall and Mezenia. Born into a working family of elves, Gillagne grew up knowing very little except labor. During the mornings, Gillagne and his siblings did simple tasks for the house. During the day, his father took him into the nearby jungle in Mezenia to hunt their families meals. During the night, Gillagne's mother had him clean afk his siblings had finished their own task. Being the eldest of his two brothers and two sisters, many more responsibilities lie on the boys shoulders. This was life for Gillagne, and life... was boring.

Years later, a dire sickness claims Gillagne's father. Life had given him another burden to carry. Gillagne asserts his father's position of the family, and resumes hunts to keep his siblings fed. Time is harsh to the poor boy, as his skills are hardly adept to claim such beasts that reside in the jungles of Mezenia. It is not long before he asks the middle brother to accompany him on his hunting trips, so that they may learn together. The Deities are not kind to this poor elvish family. The youngest sibling, Gillagne's feeble sister, passes away during the night. While the family weeped and mourned for their loss, Gillagne believed himself to be disturbed. He grew angry with himself for many reasons, but the biggest being is that he couldn't come to feel upset about her death. All he could fathom was the weight of a mouth to feed lifted from his shoulders. He felt as if life had played a cruel joke on him.

Time claims more years, and Gillagne is a young adult who has learned how to expertly track his prey that lay in the jungles. After a bountiful hunt, Gillagne wrangles his next month's supply and heads home. On his way out of the jungle, he hears something rather odd. Wagon wheels? Gillagne tosses the carcass into the bushes next to a great tree, and climbs to the lowest branches for cover. The squeaking axils grow louder as the lad spots a hooded figure treading a jungle path with reigns in hand. Behind him follows a large mule, sporting two chests on each side, as well as a wagon with small crates filling its bed. Gillagne remains unseen as he studies this odd figure. Why is he out this far? Why is he treading the dangerous jungles instead of taking a road? Nonetheless, the rhythmic track of rolling wheels is seized when a quiet zip lashes Gillagne's ears and the merchant yelps. The merchant falls into the dirt with a primed arrow erected from his shoulder.

Four elves in leather padded armor emerge from the shrubbery and approach the man. One kneels before the man and holds a dagger to his throat. While the other three calm the mule and inspect the cargo, the one with the dagger whispers to the merchant. Things inaudible to Gillagne. He waits patiently in the tree, overseeing this entire event as the thieves take the crates and return to the jungle and leave the merchant to bleed to death. While many would jump to the aid of the merchant, Gillagne couldn't get the idea of these free goods that were just acquired by the thieves. What could it be? Jewels? Silverware? Warm cloth? Fine linen? Food?! The ideas made the elvish boy's mouth water. In that moment, Gillagne had completely disregarded his hunted carcass and began to track the band into the forest. A day passes of following the discrete tracks left behind from the four elves before Gillagne finally finds three sitting outside in a nook between hills. He watches the three eat food he had never before seen with his own eyes. Rich fruity pies and a rainbow or alluring vegetables. Those must've been the contents of the crates. The longer he watched, the more he wondered, where had the fourth gone?

A sharp tip poked his lower spine, making the boy hold stiff. The fourth had been following Gillagne since the beginning of his venture. He pushed him to the ground and displayed him to the other three. They drew their blades and brought them to Gillagne's neck. What should they do with the runt? Slit his throat and forget his body? That seems like the quickest way of handling it. But there is something that surely caught the assumed leader's attention. He tracked them the entire way? As the scarred elf approached the boy, the other three aimed their weapons towards Gillagne, ready to deliver the strike at any second. After an extremely vague or short discussion between the two, Gillagne states how he wanted to do what they did. He wanted to hunt and steal like they had. He wanted to be one of them. The leader went on to throw Gillagne in a stoney cell; locked with chains and bars.

The first few days were awful. Hardly any food. Almost no water. One of them men used to come into his cell to beat him when he got bored. These actions continued for many many weeks. Gillagne wakes up day to day, feeling... less. As he grows used to the pain, the thieves begin to treat him better. His meals become more decent. His water is almost always available, and the beatings have stopped. The leader opens his bars and sits before him. He explains that in order to begin his life as one of them, he had to begin from nothing. Starting that day, they had taught him an array of tricks, tactics, and skills to become a good thief.

Years pass again, and the band of brothers stroll the open streets of Oddonwell; browsing the markets and eyeing the customers. From the corner of Gillagne's eye, he spots a well dressed old man, walking through the streets. As Gillagne runs to tell his brothers, they plotted to shadow the older character until they arrived to his home. Once all had went accordingly, the band split up amongst this bejeweled fortress of luxury. A home so large, that the chandelier in the main hall had been bigger than any cart the men had seen. As Gillagne treads quietly through the cozy halls, he hears a gruffled voice clearing his throat. As he turns around, he sees that the old man is standing in a doorway, watching him sleuth around like a rat. With a swift motion, Gillagne draws his dagger and brings it to the old man's neck. The old man however, doesn't flinch.

"I have lived many years, young lad. But given my fortunes, I intended to live even more. Now I know exactly what you are and am willing to make you a deal." Hearing this words intrigued Gillagne. What could the old man offer him that he simply couldn't take from his corpse? "If you killed the other scum that lurk my home, I will give you a key to a very special door aboard my ship. In it will be everything you'll need to sail, fish, or do whatever you please. Even my hired crew will be yours for as long as their contracts are valid." Seeing this as a deal that he simply could not refused, he withdrew his knife and returned to exploring the manor with a new task in mind. He waits quietly in the nook of the main hall as the tracker tiptoes door to door. He pauses against a door to hear from any sounds from within before he feels a sharp jolt in his lower spine. Before he can make any noise, Gillagne's hand covers his mouth before his neck is opened. Second was the archer. As the thief treaded the kitchen with his bow drawn, he sees Gillagne enter with blood on his hands. Gillagne fools his brother into believing their leader had be stabbed. As the archer holstered his arrow, a dagger is stuck from under his chin and into his skull. Third, was the pickpocket. Gillagne believed he could stroll right up to him and cut him down. He wasn't wrong.
Finally, it was time to murder the band's leader. Gillagne walks into the office the leader was looting with the archer's bow in hand. As he pulled back the string and aimed it towards the veteran, the leader stood up and faced him with a spiteful look. "You'll nev-" The arrow pierced his socket and pinned him to the wall behind him. As Gillagne walked back to the old man resting in his bedroom, he had reported the deed was done. After a few hardy chuckles, the man opens a small safe in the corner of the room and pulls out the key and places it in his hands. Gillagne gazes upon the ironwork and grasps it in his hands. He looks ups to see the old man still smirking. With one fluent motion, he draws his knife and ends the old man where he stood. What can he do with a boat?! Might be worth a pretty penny on some auction market somewhere, Enris perhaps, but he had no intention to keep it.

After a full night, Gillagne opened the front door with a sack thrown over his shoulder, his pockets stuffed with loot, and blood coating his leather, there was only one thought that came to mind.

"More weight off my shoulders."

What are your character's goals? While the satisfaction of a successfully stolen item is bliss for a thief, he must one day retire. Gillagne plans to live out his youth to its fullest; exploring all of life's adventures, claiming unfathomable riches, even perhaps find a soulmate that he truly loves. At the end of it all, well, he hasn't exactly thought that far ahead. Perhaps settle down in a cabin with a family? Train others in the arts he's learned in his time? Well, now that just sounds boring, doesn't it? Let's hope that Gillagne's story comes with a twist or two that decides his goals for him.

Strengths: Very knowledgeable about favorable fights and wise about picking his targets. Gillagne is quick, clever, cunning, dexterous, and a very good charmer. With his years of experience, he has grown quite adept at archery, dagger-play, and has learned to climb very quickly! Or is that just something that just comes naturally when people find you in the middle of their bedroom with a sack stuffed with their personal belongings and the person who just so happened to find you also holds a large-bloody-axe? Gillagne has yet to repeat that mistake, so he isn't quite sure.

Weaknesses: Over-confident, but at least aware. While Gillagne is quick on his feet and good at finding weaknesses, he is easily overpowered by stronger opponents that can retaliate before a killing blow. Very easily distracted by separate profitable tasks. Has some scary psychological problems, though the buttons are hard to find and press, they are very capable of crippling Gillagne.

What is your character's personality?: Gillagne always sports a confident smirk. While he acts alone most of the time, he is actually very social. While thievery and greed are his primarily descriptive characteristics, he is also very interested in music and a hopeless romantic.

Bonus Language: Arturan and Wild Elven. (I know it states to request a singular bonus language, but considering my characteristic charm, I find it reasonable to cater to my species and I ask for this exception.)

Character Traits:

Sneaky 1

Sneak Attack 1

Voice Impressions 1

Forgery 1

Light Armor Proficiency 1

Dodge 2

Notes: Minecraft Forums seems to hate HTML, and I had to reformat it a couple times, and there are still some pesky marks over the app. Just pretend they aren't there <3

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