JoeKramer
Dirt
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2012
- Minecraft In-game name: JoeKramer
- Location & Age: USA 17 , Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time or EST
- Previous Bans from other Servers (If yes, explain where/when):None so far, I hope to keep it that way.
- Referral(s): I have no referrals.
- How did you hear about Herocraft?:Yahoo answers-
- Have you voted for Herocraft (No? Click here)?: I have voted ounce so far.
- Do you agree to the Herocraft EULA & ToS?: Yes
- Reason you should be accepted: I am a great Roleplayer but can't find the right server to play on. I hope this is the one.
- Special key (DON'T LEAVE BLANK!): HCJ9
- Additional Info: Here are some examples of past Roleplaying applications I have aplied for.
I awoke in a small circular room lit only by a small rectangular window to my left. My right shoulder was injured by the peirce of a blade it looked. As I looked around there was only a cold dirt floor and ruied cobblestone walls. I took a loot at myself and noticed I was wearing a leather T-shirt and some baggey leather pants that gripped my ankles st the bottom. Both articles of clothing had many pouches that I searched but found only a few silvir coins. While searching I noticed I had a strong figure. I also noticed on my hand were quickley scribbled words "JoeKramer". I was wondering who that was or who I was even. I had no idea where I was or who I was. Deciding to take a look outside I left the building and saw that I was in a cold barren icy enviroment. I was confused. Looking around I found my self outside an abandoned guard tower. It was run down and broken to peices. There was a tree to the right of the tower and a frozen lake in front. I went up to the frozen lake and looked into the ice at my reflection. I was human, had long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, lightly tanned skin, and a scar down the left part of my face over my eye about three inches long. When I noticed a road covered by the milky white snow i decided to follow it and find out where it lead. After hours of walking a came across a village I didnt know the name of. It was small, but seemed to be people everywhere. After asking if there was a place I could find food and a beverage A man answered " There is an inn four blocks that way" pointing to his right. I followed his instruction and came upon a poor broken down looking place. This must be it I thought. As I walked In a stench unlike any troll came into my nose. The inn was full of dirty drunks and homeless beggars. The room was small and very crowded, the only spacious part of the room was ocuppied by a pirate and his crew. They wer a dirty buch who were causing the smell and had beer all down theyre beards. I sat at the bar portion of the inn and asked for some food and water. To my relief I had enough to get some stale bread and uncleaned water. As I was eating a small beggar boy no more than 7 attempted to sneak up and take an apple from the pirates. The captain caught his hand and pulled him from under the table. The whole crowdww went silent. As the pirate drew his sword he said, "We shall cut of his hand for his theivery!". The pirate held the boys hand down as he raised his sword the boy tried to get away. I turned around and punched the pirate in the gut. He staggered backward. When he got up I thought What have I gotten into. Felling afraid I ran way and the pirates chased me. One of them tackled me to the ground and two more came to hold me down. I found myself alone as the villagers scattered into their homes. The pirate captain came up to me casting a shadow over my face. I was afraid. He drew his sword and slowly sank it about two inched into my wound. As he did I saw myself fighing in a battle. I was protecting a woman. An orc came up and shot an arrow into hwe stomach which seemed to be preggnant. Then he drew out a spear and drove it into my shoulder. Then I felt immense pain and returned to the present just as the pirates were leaving me to die. I wandered who I was, and waht I saw- I guess they didn't want me, my parents I mean. When I was born they put me on the street and left me there. They didn't even bother to drop me at an orphanage. The owner of my orphanage said she found me alone on the street, but I wasn't crying. Wasn't making a noise. Her name is Ms Hannah. She is about thirty, has long blonde hair, and very pale skin. She looked in her mid twenties and was very beautiful. She was like a mother to me and six other orphans. I had become friends with one particular orphan named Marcus. He had dark messy hair and the other kids called him a vampire because of his egg white skin.
I named myself Joe Kramer. My original name given to me was Joseph, but I liked to have a last name. I was 13, had bout two inch long thick black hair and was tan. Eventually Marcus started calling himself Kramer and we became brothers.
One day it was heard the orphanage was closing down and they were going to take all of us to different orphanages. There were lots of men shoving us on horses and put us in the foster system I guessed. Then came me and Marcus's turn and they were going to separate us, but we were family. So we fought back, we ran away and were not separated, but we had no money, food and we had no parents. Eventually we ended up pick pocketing. I would distract a person and Marcus would sneak up behind him and snatch his wallet. That's how we lived, we stole and used it to pay for food and water. We did that for two years and became pro at it. We started hiding under tables in bars and snatching apples off the side of the tables without people even knowing about it. But then one day we entered a bar full of pirates. There captain was tall and buff. He had was bald but had a long, thick ginger beard. He looked in his fourties. We tried to steal some bread from him and he saw Marcus's hand go for an apple. He stabbed his hand with a fork and when Marcus gave out a loud cry he slit his throat. I tried to punch the pirate but he grabbed me and stabbed me in the arm with a jagged knife. The pirates then took me out side and left me in the road to die.
I wok up gasping for air, holding my chest. It was night time and I was on a road near a small bridge that ran over a stream.
I went to get up but didn't find the strength and fell back down. I grunted as I felt pain from my shoulder. I felt light headed and dizzy. I needed help. Ounce more I tried to stand. I let out a deep scream as the pain increased when I got up. I took a step and fell forwards. I yelled ounce more. I got up thought this time taking five steps and then falling over again. This time I did not scream. I got up and the pain increased but I walked and continued walking. And about half a mile in I fell over. I could not move. There i was, fifteen and almost dead. I cried as I thought my life over. Then I just slept waiting for death.
