Micolash Cainhurst's Application
I’m Micolash Cainhurst, a strapping young lad (if I do say so myself) with 20 winters under my belt. I hail from Yharnam, where I grew up in the local orphanage. Never knew my mom or pops- the matron found me on the doorstep one night, with only a note telling her my name, and that was that.
I spent my childhood doing odd jobs. You know, to pick up slack ‘round the orphanage. Courier service, restocking shelves, working in the mine, chopping trees. Even learned how to brew a few potions at the apothecary! That was fun, but lordy, it stank to high heavens. Hope I don’t gotta go back to a place like that for a while (swear I can still smell those fermented spider eyes. Talk about nasty!).
You probably already guessed it, but growing up an orphan wasn’t all fun and games. It was a bit rough. Hardly enough food to go around, scraps for clothes that did nothing to keep us warm, constantly struggling to pay off the landlord’s taxes, the works. Nothing I couldn’t handle, obviously, but sometimes, I just wish… Well, wishing ain’t gonna get nothing done, ‘cept waste time.
Learned a couple useful skills in my time growing up- a little bit of this, a little bit of that. But… None of it ever seemed to really fit me. Never grabbed my attention in a way that made me say, I wanna do this for the rest of my life. Which is kinda a problem, because I can’t just keep doing random jobs. I’ll never make a decent living like that.
If I could just find something that clicked…
Well, that’s why I came here, to the Realm of Candarion. Yharnam might be my hometown, but I just couldn’t stay there no more. Felt like I was suffocating- I had to get away. And maybe here, I can figure something out. Find myself, as they like to say.
Hi! My name’s Dev, in-game name Haywyre__. I live in the Eastern Standard Time Zone (EST). I’m 20 years old, a 3rd year university student. I’ve been playing Minecraft since I was a senior in high school, so around 3 or 4 years, when my friend gave me an extra account he just had lying around. If not for that, I probably wouldn’t have ever begun playing this game.
I got bored of vanilla survival pretty quick in the beginning, so I jumped between modpacks a lot. Some of them I played solo, some with friends. I played on one or two modded servers, too. The most memorable one was the Oresfall server (though I think they renamed it?) which was centered around the Fabric-only mod Origins. It’s basically a mod that lets players choose a class, with certain attributes. Most of the classes are based on mobs, but there’s a few weird ones, like Floran, which basically turns you into a plant.
I did some lore writing for the Oresfall server, but lore wasn’t really too important to them, so I sorta just gave up after a while, and eventually stopped playing. The community was too scattered, which really discouraged me.
I like to think I’m pretty good at lore, and writing in general. I really enjoy doing it, letting my creativity rampage down the page and see what comes out of my brain. This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but I’ve written fanfiction for 8-ish years now, so I’ve really polished and honed my abilities. At least, I’ve gotten mostly positive feedback on the stuff I write, so that has to count for something, right?
I’m not particularly skilled at Minecraft, despite playing for so long. I’ve internalized a lot of the technical knowledge, but most of my experience is with modpacks, so vanilla is going to be a lot different from what I’m used to. I have been playing on a casual vanilla server with the friend who gifted me this account, and some others, for the past month or so. However, I’m not exactly the best at building in-game. I just don’t have that eye for detail, and most of the designs I try to build tend to fall flat. I’ve always focused on function over form, efficiency over aesthetic, which is really biting me in the butt now.
Hopefully, I’ll learn more with practice, but don’t be too disappointed by my build screenshots if they’re particularly lackluster.
Aside from Minecraft, I like playing video games in general. I took a lot of inspiration from the game Bloodborne when making my personal character lore. Micolash is the name of a boss. Cainhurst is both the name of a castle and the clan that lives there. Yharnam is the town that the game takes place in.
Anyways, here's my build screenshots.
First, this little oasis thing that I built on the casual vanilla server I mentioned. I just made it to fill in some space.
Next, what I affectionately refer to as the Ribcage. It's a small chest room.
And this is something that I built in creative, specifically for the purpose of this application! This, like my personal lore, is inspired by Bloodborne. It's the entrance hall to the Forbidden Castle Cainhurst, an optional location in the game.
...Well, it's supposed to be.
Sorry for the stretched POV, I had applied Speed 5 to myself so I could build faster. Also, I used World Edit. I hope that doesn't count against me.
Great app so far really like the lore you got there! We do have a few usual questions, which you can answer when you can.
What is/are your favorite colors(s)?
What type of fantasy races are you most interested in?
Do you have a general understanding of progression in this server?
What's your favorite biome to build in?
What's your favorite type of wood in Minecraft?
Another thing is, can we get a couple screenshots from a build? We don't judge too harshly, we just like to have a baseline of where you are at!
@bryson3842 I generally tend to stray away from brighter colors. My absolute favorite is midnight purple, but most dark colors look pretty good to me. Malachite is a close second.
The fantasy race I'm most interested in is dragons. Aside from all their other cool attributes, they breath fire! It's so cool!
I do have a general understanding of progression; basically, contribute to lore and build unique things, although that may be simplifying it too much.
My favorite biome to build in would be Extreme Hills, if I could actually build there. Normally, I just stick to Plains, so I don't have to do too much terraforming.
My favorite wood is Dark Oak. Crimson and Warped are tied for second, and I like using Birch to contrast the Dark Oak.
Also, I totally forgot that I meant to post the story I created for the Oresfall server! It's basically about the origin of the Origins, lol.
This is my lore for the Oresfall Server. Enjoy!
Animals, as we know them, did not simply appear as they were, fully formed. It was a gradual process that turned them into the creatures we know today. Not quite evolution- that is too natural, too organic. Rather, it was innovation on the part of the gods.
In the beginning, it was just the gods on this lonely, cubic world. Eventually, they got rather bored. One of them decided to pick up some stone, and mold it into a shape, creating a figurine of sorts. A toy, if you will.
The toy did not do anything on its own, of course, and eventually, the gods grew dissatisfied with mere statues. So one of them had the idea to make these statues move. It was a primitive movement, merely walking back and forth. The automaton could not react to outward stimulus. After the novelty of a moving toy wore off, that was the next project that the gods worked on.
And so, the toy began to change directions when touched, or follow verbal commands, until the gods tired of having to always speak to make their toys do anything. They imparted a sense of self onto the automatons, allowing them to act on their own.
Without purpose, these creatures merely wandered aimlessly, until the gods decided to grant them survival instincts, which made the automatons move away from danger. There was great fun to be had terrorizing the creatures at this point, watching them scurry away in fright from the gods themselves.
This was the beginning of fear.
As had happened before, though, the amusement wore off, and that is when the gods noticed they'd made far too many of their toys. The automatons were beginning to pile up on each other, leaving little space for them to move. The gods needed to cull their numbers, and so, they ordered the automatons to eat each other.
This was the beginning of hunger.
Some of the automatons got bits of their fellows stuck in their throat, unable to swallow, until one god noticed and commanded it to drink deeply from the nearby stream, the liquid clearing its esophagus.
This was the beginning of thirst.
Eventually, too many of the automatons were eaten, and few were left. However, as the toys grew more complex, the process to create them did as well. So, the gods granted the automatons reproductive organs, so that they might make more of themselves. Together, hunger and birth created the cycle of life and death
This was simultaneously the beginning of the male and female gender.
The gods noticed that, when the first female automatons gave birth, their bodies were ripped apart trying to push out something the same size as them. They made newborns small, so that the mother might survive giving birth.
This was the beginning of childhood, and growth.
Some of the creatures were wandering into the ocean, where they inhaled water by the gallon. They did not drown, no. Instead, the water weighed them down to the point where they could not get back to the shore and eventually, after a long while, they starved down there. The gods gave their creations lungs, so that they might breathe only air. Inhaling water would cause pain and coughing fits. The creatures learned not to stay in the water for too long.
Speaking of water, some creatures were drinking from the ocean and when high tide rolled in, they were dragged out to sea, drowned by the powerful waves. The gods gave their creations an aversion to salt water, making it so they could only drink the freshwater of the less-dangerous rivers and lakes.
With each innovation, the gods came to love their creations more and more, always wanting to watch over them. However, when the sun set and the moon took its place in the sky, it was rather difficult to watch them in the darkness. The gods did not want to miss anything, so they made the creations inactive at night, only stirring when the sun's rays struck them
This was the beginning of sleep (and the gods did not particularly enjoy waiting through the night for the sun to rise, so they too took up sleeping).
At this point, the gods stopped interfering as much. Their automatons could now keep themselves alive without divine interference, and they began to adapt to the various environments, evolving into creatures we are more familiar with in the modern day.
This is when Prometheus made his move. The animals were good fun, but Prometheus wanted more. He wanted creations that could interact with him as he did his siblings, and so he set out to create something with intelligence.
Clay and Fire
Just as the first animals were formed from stone, Prometheus shaped the first humans from clay. He granted them the same traits as the other beings wandering the earth; hunger, thirst, the need for sleep, etc. Then, when it was done, Prometheus breathed the fire of life into them, granting them conscience to compliment their sentience. These new creations of his were capable of thought, understanding and speaking the same language as the gods.
However, they were weak, and clumsy, and so incredibly fragile. The other gods laughed at Prometheus, mocking his creations and insulting him in turn. Prometheus was angered, but he contained himself. Acting out against his siblings would do him no good- each god had about equal power, and if it came down to it, the majority would not be on his side. He would be outnumbered, even if a few of his siblings aided him, and they would be overwhelmed.
So Prometheus stayed quiet, instead turning his focus to his humans. He taught them his language, so that he might communicate with them easily. In the early days, he protected them from wild animals and the weather, helped them gather food, until they began to put his gift of intelligence to use. Creative as they were, the humans learned to create shelters, craft tools, farm, domesticate animals, and much more. It was astounding, watching them innovate endlessly, and Prometheus took heart.
His creations were not weak, even if making them with only two legs left them moving awkwardly, unbalanced, and they were not as physically imposing as some animals. They were not useless, even if it took the collaborative effort of many of them working in tandem to accomplish certain tasks. The fact that they were completing these tasks at all, while the other creatures of the world simply roamed about aimlessly, set them apart.
Creativity. It was something Prometheus possessed in spades, and he’d passed it down to his humans. His children. They revered him as both their maker and father, and he mingled with them freely. He truly loved them.
The Tower of Babel
However, it was around then that his siblings finally noticed their brother had been spending much of his time walking the earth, instead of looking down on it from above. They pestered Prometheus to return to his rightful place in the heavens. They’d forgotten how they jeered at him, offended him. But Prometheus did not.
He agreed to return to the Aether without much fuss. But, his compliance was a ploy. He seethed inside, aggrieved that his siblings would dare to order him around. He planned and plotted, conspired and contrived, and with his sharp mind, finally came up with a ruse to strike back at his siblings.
He and his humans were similar in that regard. Alone, they could not do much, but together, they had the potential to be unstoppable.
The night before he ascended to the Aether once more, he called for his humans to gather in the center of their settlement. There, he told them that he was no longer permitted to remain on earth.
The humans, of course, were enraged. What gave these other gods the right to steal their protector, their father, away from them? They cursed the gods’ audacity, and Prometheus’ heart was warmed by their vehement defense of them. The stage had been set; the righteous wrath of the humans had been roused. They had a common enemy, and were ready to act. Now, all that was left was to tell them how.
He taught them the method to build a portal to the Aether, but warned them to wait for the opportune moment. Some of his siblings might be suspicious of his easy compliance (he wasn’t sure, since he hadn’t spoken to the other gods in quite some time). So, he told the humans not to be too hasty, to lull the gods into a false sense of security. Then, when they had become complacent, the humans would invade the heavens.
Months passed before the time came, the humans spending every waking moment preparing. They crafted weapons and armor of netherite, the strongest material they could find (Prometheus had secretly shown them how to access the Nether, out of sight of his siblings). They layered enchantments upon their equipment to strengthen it further. They brewed potions of all sorts in massive batches. Then, when they could think of nothing else to do, they sparred with one another, polishing their combat skills.
When Prometheus decided the gods were relaxed enough, he sent a sign down to his children in the form of a lightning bolt which struck the roof of the cave that the unlit Aether portal was hidden in. The humans moved immediately, fetching their gear and gathering in the cave. Then, they activated the portal and rushed through as quickly as possible.
Prometheus, as he had promised, helped the humans bridge the gaps between the floating islands, leading them towards the palaces of the gods. Said gods were now emerging from their abodes, feeling the disturbance of many entities entering their home dimension.
One of the first gods to approach was one who’d styled themselves after one of the feathered animals on earth (some of the other gods also took animal forms, finding them appealing). This Avian god saw Prometheus leading the army of humans, but could not believe their brother would betray them.
Brother, they asked, what are you doing? Why have you sullied our home by bringing your lowly creations here?
Prometheus had nothing to say to his sibling. Instead, he simply gestured at his children, one of whom immediately threw a bottle filled with a foul concoction at the Avian god. The glass shattered against their chest, splashing them with the purple-tinted liquid. It was a potion designed to do nothing except inflict pain and harm, and it was incredibly effective at it. The Avian god fell to the ground, dead.
It was certainly unexpected. While the humans had come ready to slay gods, they didn’t expect the first one they encountered to fall so easily. It emboldened them, and many let loose feverish war cries. Prometheus, shocked, was slow to tell his children to stop. To tell them that he may have made a mistake.
They were already approaching the gods like a tidal wave by the time Prometheus got his wits about him, and the battle had begun. It was too late for regrets; Prometheus threw himself into the fight. However, he focused more on keeping the humans alive than helping them take down the gods.
If he had, the world as we know it today would be vastly different. As stated before, the gods all had roughly the same amount of power, which did not exclude Prometheus. On his own, he could possibly slay one of his siblings, though it would be close. With the slight edge provided by the assistance of the humans, who could either act as distractions or strike the finishing blow, Prometheus could have toppled the Pantheon of Oresfall. But, he hesitated.
Now that he was truly in the thick of it, Prometheus was having second thoughts. This was a fight- a war- between his family. His siblings against his children, slaughtering each other ruthlessly. Whoever bled, they would share the same blood as him.
His wandering mind would cost him. A sword was shoved through Prometheus’ back, and he dropped to his knees, wracked with pain. He was helpless to watch as both humans and gods perished, though moreso the former than the latter. His children were putting up a valiant effort, but without Prometheus’ help, it was obvious who the victor would be.
Soon, enough humans had been killed that the remaining gods could capture the remaining few alive. The gods, weary and covered in ichor, convened to discuss what should be done.
The humans, they decided, were too dangerous to be left as they were. Together, they’d risen up and slain gods, a blasphemous act. To ensure that something like this would never happen again, each god chose a few of the humans and twisted them, creating beings that were part human, part animal. Like this, they would never work together again, unable to overcome the inherent differences between them.
Cooperation and alliances would be possible, yes, but it was a primal instinct to remain with those of your own kind. Standing out drew the attention of predators. Being unique was a death sentence. So, these new creatures would, at their core, never be completely comfortable around the other once-humans. Certainly not enough to form the unbreakable trust required to bloody the heavens again.
This was the beginning of the Origins.
The new species were cast back to earth, and for good measure, the gods sealed off the Aether. Never again would they be able to interact with their creations down on the earth, but never again could they be killed by mere mortals. It was a painful trade-off, but one that was necessary.
The fate of Prometheus is unknown. He was never seen again by his children- or the creatures that they’d become- and they were forced to assume the worst. It took some time for the Origins to cope with the changes to their body and mind, but they adapted eventually, and would go on to live out their new lives.
A scant few humans remained. Those too young, too weak, or those disinclined to participate in a war on the gods. They had not ascended to the Aether, and thus were spared the fate of their brethren. They lived on quietly, mourning the loss of their family and their creator.
You have had an amazing app, I will give you your first vote! 1/5
Also that origin lore is pretty great! I can't wait to see what you create here!
Magnificent lore and creativity! Absolutely a vote, 2/5
You have my vote 3/5
Here's another vote 4/5
Fantastic application, you have my vote. 5/5
This is a really nice app, I'll give you a bonus vote 6/5
They have passed their interview, let the offers commence!
I would like to extend the offer for you to join me in Obrexia, a land of magic and growth in a turbulent time. If you have any questions please feel free to ask on here or discord.
I am in EST but feel free to message me whenever or every minute until I respond, but I will get back to you as soon as I can.
Some more images can be found here on my imgur.
Join soon and get a free 13.00+ speed horse! Also, I am more than willing to do a tour whenever you want.
I would like to formally extend to you an offer to join the wonderful land of Kintsugi! Kintsugi is in a shattered savannah biome offering a unique building challenge. It is a land bursting with wild magics, mysterious deities, and lots of monsters. Kintsugi is a relatively young realm allowing for lots of creative freedom.
I am in MST. Feel free to message me if you have any questions. And please let me know if you'd be interested in a tour
I would like to humbly extend unto you an invitation to join the far-south realm of Coghan. A nation with plenty of room to explore and rediscover, Coghan is a politically complex city-state which must contend with threats both human and supernatural as they reclaim their birthright and the ashes of their former society, in the wake of the Storm of Erasure.
Though it is one of Candarion's founding realms, Coghan is still somewhat small, and its lore and world still have new horizons to reach. Who knows–maybe you will be the catalyst which sets Coghan's course anew.
Not only this, but Coghan is home to biomes not found anywhere else on the server, and is the only realm which is majorly (in fact, only) snow biomes. If snow biomes are what you are looking for, Coghan would be the best business decision in that regard. I think Coghan would benefit tremendously from your powerful lore-writing capabilities.
Please don't hesitate to contact me via Discord (MST, no DST) if you would like more information, photos, a tour, etc. to help inform your decision as you take your first steps into Candarion.
Regardless of your choice of liege, I know you will be in good hands, and hope you enjoy your time on the server!
Hey everyone! I've put a good amount of thought into it, and I've decided to accept Ielis' invitation to join the Realm of Coghan. Thanks for all the offers, though! Hope I can meet you all on the server at some point or another :3