Post by csssuf on Oct 1, 2011 13:30:57 GMT -5
IGN: csssuf
Character's Name: Malthoner
Character's Age: 23
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Race: Crimson
A short description of character's demeanor, style, etc: A mild-mannered redstone innovator who will never engage in combat outside of self-defense, or if he needs resources from mobs. Enjoys socializing with other Crimsons.
A short biography of character: Born in a small, quiet human village, Malthoner was raised from a young age to explore intellectually. His parents and tribe valued knowledge for the sake of knowledge, and at 8 Malthoner was already experimenting with natural materials, Redstone in particular. His innate knowledge of how Redstone works made him the town's primary Redstone worker, and at 14 he created a simple underground calculator for the town so they could keep track of crops and livestock. However, when he started to make plans for building machines out of Redstone to automate the town's processes, the townspeople began to fear that he would build machines of war and take over the village. He tried to explain, but the townspeople would not listen. They drove him out of the village, and he was forced to wander until he found a great mountain he could settle in. There, he continued to experiment with Redstone for about 8 years, until one day a mysterious man showed up. This man called himself Alothar, and he said he was a wandering nomad. Malthoner offered the traveler a place to stay for a few weeks, and Alothar graciously accepted. Alothar was familiar with Redstone, and Malthoner was glad to have his help. Unfortunately, their friendship was soon to be driven apart when they woke up to find their Redstone stolen. Malthoner had created a simple locking system when he first arrived, and each accused the other of having forgotten to lock the chests before resting for the night. The quarrel led to blows, and since Malthoner's tribe never taught their young to fight, he could not hold his own for long. Malthoner was weak, and Alothar fled the area. Malthoner did not know if he could survive, since they had long since stopped gathering food. He didn't know if there would be any food left, but he checked the chests anyway. There was a lone piece of Rotten Flesh in the bottom of one of their old chests. He knew it could poison him, but it was his only hope. He gulped it down, and instantly felt better, even though he knew there was poison coursing through his veins. He knew he had to fix it, and fast, so he turned to the only thing he knew. He had heard a long time ago that there were a few strange people, called the Crimson Brotherhood, who were people infused with Redstone. The Redstone gave them life and special powers, and they could use Redstone at will. It was a last resort, but it was all he could think of to do: he took some of his Redstone and smeared it in his wounds. Instantly, he felt power roaring through his body. He vowed he would find these "Crimsons" and join their ranks. He set off on his journey, exploring his powers as he travelled. He soon found out that Crimsons can teleport, but it costs them Redstone. He only had a bit of Redstone left, just enough to teleport to their supposed home. He now had a tough decision to make: he didn't have any concrete proof they existed, but he needed help from someone like him. He finally made the choice to attempt to teleport to their fabled location. He summoned up all his courage, and finally told himself he had to. Time passed. It felt like he was stuck in a vortex. Suddenly, he was being sucked out of the vortex. He landed back in the real world in front of a tall obsidian building. There was a single sign on it: "Crimson Tower". He felt elated: he had done it, and they were real. However, it had taken all of his strength to teleport. He cried feebly for help, and promptly fell down, unconscious.
...
He woke up in a cozily furnished room, with a chest, furnace, and workbench easily accessible. He wasn't sure what to do. He called out, "Hello?" A man quickly rushed to the door and introduced himself as Serinas. "Welcome to the Crimsons," Serinas said. Malthoner's new life had begun.
Character's Name: Malthoner
Character's Age: 23
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Race: Crimson
A short description of character's demeanor, style, etc: A mild-mannered redstone innovator who will never engage in combat outside of self-defense, or if he needs resources from mobs. Enjoys socializing with other Crimsons.
A short biography of character: Born in a small, quiet human village, Malthoner was raised from a young age to explore intellectually. His parents and tribe valued knowledge for the sake of knowledge, and at 8 Malthoner was already experimenting with natural materials, Redstone in particular. His innate knowledge of how Redstone works made him the town's primary Redstone worker, and at 14 he created a simple underground calculator for the town so they could keep track of crops and livestock. However, when he started to make plans for building machines out of Redstone to automate the town's processes, the townspeople began to fear that he would build machines of war and take over the village. He tried to explain, but the townspeople would not listen. They drove him out of the village, and he was forced to wander until he found a great mountain he could settle in. There, he continued to experiment with Redstone for about 8 years, until one day a mysterious man showed up. This man called himself Alothar, and he said he was a wandering nomad. Malthoner offered the traveler a place to stay for a few weeks, and Alothar graciously accepted. Alothar was familiar with Redstone, and Malthoner was glad to have his help. Unfortunately, their friendship was soon to be driven apart when they woke up to find their Redstone stolen. Malthoner had created a simple locking system when he first arrived, and each accused the other of having forgotten to lock the chests before resting for the night. The quarrel led to blows, and since Malthoner's tribe never taught their young to fight, he could not hold his own for long. Malthoner was weak, and Alothar fled the area. Malthoner did not know if he could survive, since they had long since stopped gathering food. He didn't know if there would be any food left, but he checked the chests anyway. There was a lone piece of Rotten Flesh in the bottom of one of their old chests. He knew it could poison him, but it was his only hope. He gulped it down, and instantly felt better, even though he knew there was poison coursing through his veins. He knew he had to fix it, and fast, so he turned to the only thing he knew. He had heard a long time ago that there were a few strange people, called the Crimson Brotherhood, who were people infused with Redstone. The Redstone gave them life and special powers, and they could use Redstone at will. It was a last resort, but it was all he could think of to do: he took some of his Redstone and smeared it in his wounds. Instantly, he felt power roaring through his body. He vowed he would find these "Crimsons" and join their ranks. He set off on his journey, exploring his powers as he travelled. He soon found out that Crimsons can teleport, but it costs them Redstone. He only had a bit of Redstone left, just enough to teleport to their supposed home. He now had a tough decision to make: he didn't have any concrete proof they existed, but he needed help from someone like him. He finally made the choice to attempt to teleport to their fabled location. He summoned up all his courage, and finally told himself he had to. Time passed. It felt like he was stuck in a vortex. Suddenly, he was being sucked out of the vortex. He landed back in the real world in front of a tall obsidian building. There was a single sign on it: "Crimson Tower". He felt elated: he had done it, and they were real. However, it had taken all of his strength to teleport. He cried feebly for help, and promptly fell down, unconscious.
...
He woke up in a cozily furnished room, with a chest, furnace, and workbench easily accessible. He wasn't sure what to do. He called out, "Hello?" A man quickly rushed to the door and introduced himself as Serinas. "Welcome to the Crimsons," Serinas said. Malthoner's new life had begun.