Name: Drake Xavier
Title: Ser
Nicknames: Drake
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Strengths & Weakness:
Appearance:
- Drake
isn't big with muscle, but he isn't fat either, his body is lean and
well-muscled as standing taller his muscles are longer than others and
therefore grow differently. He stands at about 6'1 and weighs just over
180 lbs. Although no parts could be described as being physically
visible stronger or weaker than others, Drake does have slightly
stronger legs than his arms.
- Drake
has a tanned tone to his skin from many days outdoors. Most of his body
is bruised from traveling and some parts are laced with old scars from
the training sessions he would have with his father. On his chin rests a
small scar that extends down his neck to just over his heart, and on
his left shoulder lies a small mark. A sun with a skull over it, a
cursed mark from a magic ritual that was interrupted by a hex curse.
- Currently,
he has little to no hair on his body except for a light dusting on his
arms and legs, and a light scruff on his face. As he father emphasized a
clean shave and taught Drake how to shave with what was available, even
a sword.
Skin: (Please provide me with the skin you will be using on the server as this needs to be lore friendly)
Personality:
- Shy: When
Drake grew up, he had little exposure to the outside world, and
therefore is shy around most new people, and will often try to hide his
face from them. As he fears that they will make fun of him as his
father’s friends did. Since Drake is susceptible to mood swings he can
act shy around people is already good friends with.
- No forethought: Acting
purely on instinct as his mother told him to, Drake goes with what his
gut tells him to do and sometimes doesn’t listen to his mind. Sticking
to this advice Drake wants nothing more than to do something right.
Though it is often that since he doesn’t think before he acts, he will
mess something up.
- Brave:
Wanting to impress those around him, Drake will often brave any fear he
has some recognition. As he will beat himself up is he believes he
could’ve helped someone, but just was a bystander, which often happens
as he is too shy to approach. However, Drake’s mood swings allow
him to bypass his own shyness and shine in the spotlight. Though it is
later that Drake may pick out something he would’ve done wrong, and
criticize himself for it.
- Ignorant:
While being brave, Drake is also extremely ignorant of the threats the
world poses. Combine this with no forethought and you will find he can
often get into fights with people when he really shouldn’t. This also
plays a part in Drake’s shyness, as he isn’t only ignorant of hostile
people. Looking at innocent people, Drake will be ignorant of the
details, and would only pick out the hostile things about them.
History:
“Ugh,
these damned people, I came here to avoid people,” Drake mumbled to
himself as the people who were rushing past him bumped into him. He
continued to make his way off the dock and sit under the shade of a
nearby tree. The tall branches of the solid oak stretching into the sky
above him. His took a deep breath and opened his small back, a small
amount of coin was tied tightly into a small cloth bag, as well as an
apple. He took the apple out and ate it, enjoying the sweet taste that
flooded his mouth. As he looked out over the grass where the people were
walking out over the gravel path to the stretches beyond. No one seemed
to notice him so he contently took a nap, the soft rustling of leaves
urging him to sleep.
As
Drake awoke, he awoke to a problem. His pack had gone, assuming someone
took it for their own gain, he got up quickly and looked around to see
if the person who stole his pack was still around. Sadly, to Drake’s
dismay, the person wouldn’t. “Ah, by the gods above, and my father
wondered why I hated so many, yet was so good at talking.” Drake’s
father was a simple man who enjoyed his life from farming. He often went
to town to talk to the merchants who bought his produce. His father
knew them from his time as a town guard, which allowed him to grow a
flourishing relationship with the merchants. Though on a bandit raid he
was hit in the head with a club and was knocked unconscious for around
two days when he awoke he wasn’t the same. He seemed simpler and much
easier going then he was. So he left his job as a town guard with
blessings from his captain and purchased a small plot of land on which
to farm. Where he married a woman and had a son named Drake.
Drake
couldn’t stand the boredom of the farm and wanted adventure, as well as
to get away from the people who always came to the farm and called him a
‘boy’. Just the thought of the word angered him. He took a deep breath
and right as he was about to set off he heard the soft crush of grass
behind. He whipped around to reveal two men in dark green hooded
leather. Drake’s eyes narrowed, “What do you want?” He asked through a
slim mouth. “We are just wondering where the next town is.” One of the
men answered. “Well, I’m new here so I’ve no idea.” Drake spat back as
he turned around. Just about as Drake was about to step away he heard
the soft rasp of metal against leather. He rolled forward just as he
heard the sound of metal cutting through the air. That metallic hiss. He
spun around and faced the two men, his eyes glowering. One of the men
held a short sword while the other one stood behind him. “Coward,” Drake
muttered to himself. “What was that boy?” One of the men barked at him.
Drake’s eyes light up with rage, “Go on,” He urged. “Try to kill me.”
One of the men chuckled and dashed at him, the sword extended in a
thrust. Drake sidestepped the thrust and grabbed the man’s arm. He
raised his fist to hit the man on the bridge of his nose when suddenly
the air was knocked out of him.
Drake
look to his side where the blow had come from and saw the other man
with his fist firmly planted on Drake’s side. Pain exploded from Drake’s
side, and he turned his screams into a rage and brought his fist down
onto
the swordsman’s face. Blood spurted from his nose, Drake turned to face
the other man. But he was already gone, a small form sprinting against
the light green grass of the plains. When Drake turned back around to
face the other man, he was scrambling away into the distance as well. A
smirk grew on Drake’s face as he turned and began to limp off towards
where the other people had set off.
RP Example:
Define
Meta-Gaming: (In your own words): Using outside knowledge gained from
talking to people, and applying to an in-game situation. Ex: Knowing
where a character is even though in-game your character would have no
idea where this character would be.
Define Power-Gaming: (In your own
words): Doing an RP action to another where the other has no way to
counter the action. Ex: *Punches man in the gut and then shoves his
sword into the man's neck*
How would your character deal with the following: (Not necessarily in Minecraft)
Someone walks up to you and threatens to steal from you: Tell them to f*ck off and continue on his way
Someone
requests that you help them get back to a nearby village: Try to learn
their intentions as to why they need help and where is the village. Only
once deeming they're worth his time, he will or will not help them.
Your
Character finds themselves alone and surrounded by vicious wolves: If
Drake is capable of realizing that the wolves are vicious, he'll
probably try to make a heroic last stand. If he doesn't realize that
they're vicious, be mauled to death.
Personal Info:
Age: 18
Past Experience: Heroes of Galderon, Massivecraft, D&D, a lot of roleplaying games.
Minecraft Account: wereyoi
Other: N/A
