Application - Lilwhitey

[lilwhitey]

General

Minecraft Name:Lilwhitey
Previous RP experiences: Kiwike 2.0
Have you played on any other servers? Why did you leave?: None That were Rp
What feature of Kiwike are you most interested in?: Nations, Towns, and the like.
How did you hear about Kiwike: ivanbebe16, Saera

Character

Character Name:Whitey
Spawn Location (Khulu Desert, Orraku Fields, Icenfjord, Aridian Jungle): Khulu Desert
Gender:Male
Age:25

General Background Information:Kinda Big, went from background to a story;
Born as an oddity, in a land of similarities. Born cream white, many thought I was a messenger of god, or an abomination that must be hidden from humanity. I came into the world, a son of declining nobility. My family owned little at the time, a small portion of the great wealth that once ran through my blood. Despite my family's hardships, they afforded me a good education, and trained me for the rigours of aristocracy and life at court. Growing up as a young man, I was sent to live in the regional lord's court. From here I learnt all that goes on inside of a lords court, and the many deviant practices which goes on behind closed doors. Being whiter than the marble of the floors, I was hidden during any court affairs that involved lowly matters, and proudly displayed as the head-page when anyone of importance arrived. When I was not in the lord's halls, my time was spent with the groundskeepers, for a had a knack and a passion of the outdoors. Many an hour was spent with the groundskeepers, helping with anything that needed to be done around the castle. I spent the next few years of my life learning the ways of court, and the basics of survival, and some very nice landscaping. But my picturesque life was torn from my grasp, for a war had come, Knocking on my door. I was trained as a soldier, as the lord's personal squire. I received the title of Knight, and learnt the ways of the sword and bow. But alas, this did not last long. The castle was besieged, and my king slain. I fled in exile for years, living off the land and seeking comfort in few possessions and trusting few. My wanderings had taken me far and wide, and many had learned of my potential and tried to make me stay. But I wandered still, looking for something; I knew not what. In my wanders I have seen many things, from the mines of Moria, to great castles which defy logic and reason. But my wanderings seemed to have always taken me to somewhere, as if life had a mission for me, and reason for me to live. One, glorious day, I found my purpose. Many a-times my wanderings have brought me to old, derelict ruins. But this was different, it drew me here. I could not keep my eyes off the old tower, it was mesmerizing. As a rule I generally kept out of ruins, fearing what they might hide, but this one.... Was different. I climbed the tower, cautiously, fearing its collapse. When I had finished my ascent of those long, spiral stairs, I stood in an immaculate room. The room seemed new, and untarnished, immune to the horrors of the the tower's condition. As I glanced around, I noticed I kept being drawn to one part of the room. A large, hard wooden door, with iron hinges. As I stared at it, I noticed a strange light emitting through the crack. Out of sheer curiosity, I crept into the room, to find a multitude of strange artifacts and documents. At one corner was a tall, ornate mirror. Fascinated, I approached it. I watched in awe as colourful clouds swirled around behind my own reflection.
I reached out to touch the shiny surface, oblivious to what was going to happen.
I felt a jolt, as if someone pulled me forward by the scruff of my collars. The falling sensation had my heart racing, and I flailed about in a desperate attempt to stop myself from falling, to no avail. Falling through the colourful clouds, I have thought of my doom, that it’s finally here, rather prematurely. My thought went to my family, of what would become of them, now that I’m falling to my doom. A single tear trickled, and was pushed up my face from the air rushing against me. Just then I noticed the clouds around me were white, and shortly after, I burst through the cloud lines into open space, a vast body of water lay right below me. I angled myself downwards, bracing myself for impact on the water surface. The cold water took my breath away. I felt like I plunged down at least 12 feet underwater. I struggled in the murky water, swimming up as fast as my limbs could propel me. I broke through the surface, gasping hard for much needed air. Land stood just before me, and I paddled my way there, and crawled up to safety on a stretch of sandy beach. After dragging myself a good way from the water, I flopped on my back on the warm sands, looking up in the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. When I awoke from my slumber, I was taken aback by my surroundings, and my possessions, or rather my lack of. I had nothing but the coat on my back, and not a cent to my name. As I wandered, I had a revelation! I am not a god fearing man, as I do not believe in him, but my mission.. my purpose... was clear. I was destined to leave my mark upon this land, and its people.

Physical Condition/Description (what do they look like, what do they wear, all physical elements of a character):I stick to a nickname I was given long ago, during my times as the head-page; Lilwhitey.
For I was a small child at the time, contrary to me now, as of now, I stand at exactly 6´. The White part I do not need to literate on, as it is painfully obvious. Due to my obvious appearance, I generally wear a full trench coat and gloves with a light brimmed hat. I prefer light, leather armour as to not slow me down. My face is the only part of me that shows, and even then it is masked by the shadow of my hat and the glow of my red eyes. I tend to stick to small, trusted groups, talking through a middle man and providing advice when I can.

What is your character's main objective? What do they wish to gain out of this experience of living?:I wish to gain a sense of being, and of preservation. I have want to leave a lasting impression on this land, something to call mine, which will never fall to those who seek to destroy me. I want to be to person behind actions, acting as a silent voice, while keeping those dear to me well and silent...

Picture of your minecraft skin: 

[squiggley1]

Very similar to the old lore for my character Iz wonderful :megusta:

[Android]

I like it. Accepted.