In Game Name (IGN): wilpin7 (yeah, not a very RP-ish username, never thought I'd roleplay in a game like minecraft though.)
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) Looking through the roleplay subreddit, I think.
About You: I'm a 20~ years old guy who lives somewhere in Canada. Nuff said.
Name: Wilson
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wilson is fairly tall, about 6"2 and muscular, he wears a simple green shirt and a white undershirt, he has a few pieces of jewelry from his past life, which he keeps very carefully. He has simple brown pants and black leather boots as well as a bracelet of the same material around his left wrist. Wilson has a large amount of tatoos, ranging from a black rose on his arm to bizare markings on his bald head. He has a bushy and under-cared beard, he has green eyes, but one of them is grey and blind due to an old injury that he'd rather not talk about. His skin is tanned and rough, beaten by years of physical training and fighting. Wilson also hides many scars under his clothing, delt to him by the same cult he worked under for years.
Personality: Wilson is calm and cold in most circumstances, he has a general dislike for people that seem too different to him, and he might be considered sexist in some situations, but the thought of it never crosses his mind. He enjoys fighting, where he is defensive and calculating, as well as ruthless to a wounded or incapacitated ennemy, but he does have a soft spot for agriculture, especially if it means tending to his own small garden.
Backstory: Wilson was born into a simple farming village in a land far from here, his parents where rather well off but life every day still meant hard work and dedication, tending to the animals and the plants owned by his family. He also performed many other tasks for other villages, though most were simple and didn't need much training or skill for him to complete. After a rather monotonous part of his life, Wilson reached the age of 20 and decided to head out into the world, he explored many lands until he found a cult, his new family, that worshipped a strange god who's name had to remain unspoken. There he learned to fight with swords, he suffered countless defeats to people much more powerful then him, but also earned skill and experience, and after long and painful years he became a renowned sowrdsman. Though still not as strong as his master and hero, the war chief Ruben. (Roo-ben, as in uncle Ben, not rub-hen)
But soon after his training was completed, Wilson departed in scearch of greater wisdom and of opponents worthy of his blade. He walked days and nights, stopping at inns and bars to eat and drink, barely sleeping and departing early in the morning to fulfill his dreams. The days became months and the months soon formed a year before he arrived in this land, unknown and without title or name for himself. But he did have his trusty sword, and a large amount of emeralds accumulated during his long life.
Capabilities: Wilson is a master of swordsmanship and is capable in unarmed fighting due to his long training in the cult, he is capable of growing food and tending to animals, but is very rusty due to not having done so in the years following his departure from home. He does not have any other noteworthy skills, except for his survival and hunting skills which are slightly above average, caused by his long travels and the cult's remote and dangerous location.
Items: An iron sword and 5 emeralds, or only an iron sword if 5 emeralds is judged too much. The iron sword is simple, but is engraved with strange runes belived to ward off evil and bad luck by members of his cult.
Additional Comments: I've used this character on another server, which can explain his skill level and age. Thanks for reading my application anyways, and see you on the server if I get lucky.
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) Looking through the roleplay subreddit, I think.
About You: I'm a 20~ years old guy who lives somewhere in Canada. Nuff said.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Wilson
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wilson is fairly tall, about 6"2 and muscular, he wears a simple green shirt and a white undershirt, he has a few pieces of jewelry from his past life, which he keeps very carefully. He has simple brown pants and black leather boots as well as a bracelet of the same material around his left wrist. Wilson has a large amount of tatoos, ranging from a black rose on his arm to bizare markings on his bald head. He has a bushy and under-cared beard, he has green eyes, but one of them is grey and blind due to an old injury that he'd rather not talk about. His skin is tanned and rough, beaten by years of physical training and fighting. Wilson also hides many scars under his clothing, delt to him by the same cult he worked under for years.
Personality: Wilson is calm and cold in most circumstances, he has a general dislike for people that seem too different to him, and he might be considered sexist in some situations, but the thought of it never crosses his mind. He enjoys fighting, where he is defensive and calculating, as well as ruthless to a wounded or incapacitated ennemy, but he does have a soft spot for agriculture, especially if it means tending to his own small garden.
Backstory: Wilson was born into a simple farming village in a land far from here, his parents where rather well off but life every day still meant hard work and dedication, tending to the animals and the plants owned by his family. He also performed many other tasks for other villages, though most were simple and didn't need much training or skill for him to complete. After a rather monotonous part of his life, Wilson reached the age of 20 and decided to head out into the world, he explored many lands until he found a cult, his new family, that worshipped a strange god who's name had to remain unspoken. There he learned to fight with swords, he suffered countless defeats to people much more powerful then him, but also earned skill and experience, and after long and painful years he became a renowned sowrdsman. Though still not as strong as his master and hero, the war chief Ruben. (Roo-ben, as in uncle Ben, not rub-hen)
But soon after his training was completed, Wilson departed in scearch of greater wisdom and of opponents worthy of his blade. He walked days and nights, stopping at inns and bars to eat and drink, barely sleeping and departing early in the morning to fulfill his dreams. The days became months and the months soon formed a year before he arrived in this land, unknown and without title or name for himself. But he did have his trusty sword, and a large amount of emeralds accumulated during his long life.
Capabilities: Wilson is a master of swordsmanship and is capable in unarmed fighting due to his long training in the cult, he is capable of growing food and tending to animals, but is very rusty due to not having done so in the years following his departure from home. He does not have any other noteworthy skills, except for his survival and hunting skills which are slightly above average, caused by his long travels and the cult's remote and dangerous location.
Items: An iron sword and 5 emeralds, or only an iron sword if 5 emeralds is judged too much. The iron sword is simple, but is engraved with strange runes belived to ward off evil and bad luck by members of his cult.
Additional Comments: I've used this character on another server, which can explain his skill level and age. Thanks for reading my application anyways, and see you on the server if I get lucky.