Whats your Minecraft Account name?: Helldome
Your current age: 17
First Language: English
Have you had any past Role playing experience?: I have played on mutliple roleplaying servers inculding GeonRPG, Empires, and Aeon. Before that I used to roleplay in a game called Habbo when I was about 15.
What is Roleplay?: Roleplaying is the act of taking on another life. It is to be a character you aren't in the real world and portray yourself as that character. Roleplaying involves immersing yourself in the life and memories of the person whom you are trying to be.
Have you read all the rules and do you understand them?:
I understand them completely
Name: Arther Goldren
Personality and Alignment: Arther has always been a kind and compassionate man, but he is also secretive. He holds back his emotions and tries to look nonchalant at all times. Though he fears death, he has a deeper fear of failure, and thus does whatever needs to be done. Arther is a neutral person though he usually leans towards the forces of good.
History: Arther's childhood is not one of tradgedy. He did not grow up without parents, or having his villaged destroyed and his sister kidnapped. He had an average childhood, his father was a archer in the Royal Guard, and passed on his skills to his son. When Arther grew up he became a mecenary. He gathered a team of elites from across the world to fight by his side. They were hired by many kingdoms to help wage war against others. The team was unstoppable, they plowed through their enemies Arther leading the way, slicing through them in close-combat, or cutting them down with his archery skills.
Good things never last though, and as such eventually Arther's good luck came to an end. A few of the team decided they no longer wanted this life for themselves, and as such left to go find new career paths. Arther did not think it mattered, and why should he, he was the best. It did matter though, without the full team the whole thing fell apart. Fewer and fewer of Arther's mecenaries were left after each battle. Arther was still blinded by his success, and urged the tattered remains of his once great group into battle one last time. The outcome was not good. The others were slaughtered mercilessly, Arther was badly maimed, and almost didn't make it out.
Weeks later, when Arther was healed, he broke down. All his success, all the glory, gone. He was no more, but he couldn't stop. Though his team was gone he still hires himself out as a mercinary. He wanders the lands, looking for work, at night he spends his time in shady corners of Taverns and Inns. He has not given up, he still fights on.
Profession: Mercenary for hire