[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Out[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Of[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Details[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#008800]/center][/b][/color]
[color="#FF8C00"]Minecraft Account Name:[/color]Cockatricevenom
[color="#FF8C00"]How old are you?:[/color]12
[color="#FF8C00"]Time-Zone/[/color][color=#660066]Country[/color][color=#000000] of [/color][color=#660066]Residence[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]EST, USA
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Do[/color][color=#000000] you have a good grip on [/color][color=#660066]English[/color][color=#000000] grammar [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] the [/color][color=#660066]English[/color][color=#000000] language[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Yes
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Have[/color][color=#000000] you had any previous experience [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] roleplaying[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Yes
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Have[/color][color=#000000] you read [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] understood [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] agree to the rules[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Yes
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]How[/color][color=#000000] did you hear about the [/color][color=#660066]Lord[/color][color=#000000] of the [/color][color=#660066]Craft[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]I searched online for RP servers, and this was the best I could possibly find
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Link[/color][color=#000000] any previous applications you have made to the [/color][color=#660066]Lord[/color][color=#000000] of the [/color][color=#660066]Craft[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]None
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Have[/color][color=#000000] you posted [/color][color=#000088]this[/color][color=#000000] application on [/color][color=#660066]Minecraft[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Forum[/color][color=#666600]?[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]If[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]not[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] post it here[/color][color=#666600]:[/color][color=#000000] http[/color][color=#666600]:[/color][color=#880000]//www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :[/color]This is that application[/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Definitions[/color][color=#666600][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of roleplaying [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Roleplaying is the act of playing a game as something you are not in real life (necessarily).
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of meta[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]gaming [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Meta-gaming in roleplay is the action of being out of character, such as gaining knowledge outside the imediate area.
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of power[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]emoting [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Power emoting is an unruly act of an "emote" preventing or lessening another player's actions, enough said.
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[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Details[/color][color=#666600][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Name[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Ean-nathair[/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Race[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Dargon (As ean-nathiar in Old Irish means dragon-bird, which is modernly known as the cockatrice)
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] biography [/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Make[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]this[/color][color=#000000] at least [/color][color=#006666]2[/color][color=#000000] paragraphs [/color][color=#000088]long[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] which must explain your character[/color][color=#666600]’[/color][color=#000000]s history[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] appearance[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] personality[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] age [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] any other details you deem necessary[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color]I am Ean-nathiar, a cunning, sly cockatrice. I come from the deep, and scorching part of our home volcano. Summoned by Velketzar to watch over the actions of the humans. My history is not a happy one, for I was beaten as a chick, forced to join an army at the age of 4, and almost killed in battle. That battle gave me a scar in my side for my whole, long, suffering life. I was taken in my crippled state and put under the wing of Velketzar.
[/color][color=#666600]I am multi-personalitied, as caused by my harsh childhood. I have a feeling of care when I see those in need, though when I see tose who are boastful, I lash out and have no thoughts except, "Die! You have no place!". This is both a weakness and a strength in battle, and makes me weak when it comes to detecting spies. Because of my species, my current age is about 150 in human years, which is only about 20 in cockatrice years. Some of my abilities include transformation, which can only be in the exact form of one of a human, elf, orc, or dwarf. Only the most powerful can see my true fom when diguised.
[[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] are your characters ambitions[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]My ambitions are to watch the actions of humans, annihilating any human that interferes with my plans. Only to be stopped by those in need.
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Please[/color][color=#000000] provide an [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]game screenshot of your skin here[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color]Sadly, my computer is a pain in the butt and cant put screenshots online [color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Is[/color][color=#000000] there anything [/color][color=#000088]else[/color][color=#000000] you would like to say about your character[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]Other that I am absolutely beast, no.
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Open[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Response[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Questions[/color][color=#666600][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Each[/color][color=#000000] question here must be answered [/color][color=#000088]with[/color][color=#000000] a minimum of one full paragraph[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] detail the scene you are given [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] the way it would happen [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] roleplay[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]These[/color][color=#000000] questions should be answered [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] first person[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Be[/color][color=#000000] detailed[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]not[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]short[/color][color=#666600].[/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Upon[/color][color=#000000] entering the [/color][color=#660066]Mighty[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Human[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]City[/color][color=#000000] of [/color][color=#660066]Arethor[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you come across a shop[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]keeper calling [/color][color=#000088]out[/color][color=#000000] to sell his wares to passers[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000088]by[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]The[/color][color=#000000] shopkeeper [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]not[/color][color=#000000] a [/color][color=#660066]Human[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] he [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] a poor dwarf looking to make a living [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] a [/color][color=#000088]new[/color][color=#000000] city[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] your response[/color][color=#666600]?[/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color] I go up to the shopkeeper. "What do you have to sell? I am always up for a good deal." The dwarf looks up at me, "I am a trader of swords, axes, and staffs. Now may I help you?" I look down at the dwarf, I see that he is in dirty and awful peasant clothing, and ask, "No, you cannot help me, but I believe I can help you. You need better clothes, after all, it's very cold out here and those rags are very thin. Let me get some silk for you."
I go to another shop near his, and fortunately, they sell silk clothing. I pick a robe embroidered in black, sewn on purple, in the design of an enderman. Not only that, but in a shop known all around Asulon. I buy the clothes for the poor dwarf, and give them to him. "Thank you, I am evermost grateful! Here, have this, it is a diamond sword forged and enchanted by my people." I look at the dwaf strangely, wondering why he wanted to give me something. "I don't want anything in return, you needed that robe. Think of it as a memory of me."
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]You[/color][color=#666600]’[/color][color=#000000]re wandering the [/color][color=#660066]Oren[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Road[/color][color=#000000] late at night[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]when[/color][color=#000000] a large [/color][color=#660066]Orc[/color][color=#000000] begins to threaten a nearby dwarf[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]There[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]no[/color][color=#000000] help nearby[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] the situation looks like it will escalate [/color][color=#000088]into[/color][color=#000000] violence soon[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] what does your character [/color][color=#000088]do[/color][color=#666600]?[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color] I run up to the escalating fight, only to see that they both look at me disgustingly. "Stop fighting now! I don't want to hurt anyone! Leave each others' paths!" The orc walks up to me slowly. "Why should we? Why can't we? You're just a puny human!" I look at the orc as if I was facing a practice dummy, and I kill the confronting orc.
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Whilst[/color][color=#000000] walking down the road to [/color][color=#660066]Malinor[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you stumble upon an old man[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]His[/color][color=#000000] walking stick [/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] looks weak [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] frail[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] just [/color][color=#000088]as[/color][color=#000000] you are about to ask something[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] the stick breaks[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] the man falls to the ground[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]As[/color][color=#000000] he falls down[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] a bag of [/color][color=#660066]Minas[/color][color=#000000] falls to the ground[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] splits open[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]As[/color][color=#000000] you watch the multiple coins spill [/color][color=#000088]out[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you peer down at the defenceless man[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] does your character [/color][color=#000088]do[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color]As I look down at the man, I ask him in sympathy, "Are you ok?! Here, let me help you out." I pick up split bag of minas and empty it. I then put the minas in with a spare bag with 100 minas already in it. "Thank you *cough* very much." I pick up the man, and carry him to a hospital.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
Roleplaying: Playing on a virtual or make-believe world, playing as your character, staying as him, not yourself, and having fun. (The last part wasn't needed, but I added it anyway.)
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
MetaGaming: Using outside info to make your character sound or act like a seer/magician who sees other world (real life). Basically, having info your char shouldn't know.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
PowerGaming: Giving your char a power you shouldn't have. Like making your char eat leave blocks then everyone will have to bow down to him.
In-Character Details
Character Name:
Racasdu
Character Race:
Elf, WoodeElf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Thwing!
"Yes! Uncle! I hit the middle point!"
A cough racks out. "Yes. yes, you did...but thats not the exact middle, is it? He managed to croak out. My uncle Aelfric, had cultured me from birth, to be an archer and swordsman. With all the kindness he shown me, how could I refuse? Another racking cough, more serious than any of the others, sounded out. I rushed to our home.
We live near the beautiful city of Laurelin. We are hidden by the woods, but near enough to come and go quickly enough. Not much people know of our existence, but we like it this way. We live in a great tree that was gently carved out, each little sliver was filled with it's pain, it's sorrow, but we had to have to live, so we slowly carved it out, hurting inside as we hurt the tree.
"Uncle!" I rushed inside the little modest building, taking a moments indecision, of whether to go to my uncle first, or the restroom. I chose the first. when I ran in there, he was leaning on the windowsill, heaving over the side. "Uncle!" I cried out again.
He glanced at me, with his silvery gray eyes and spoke. It was stronger than the last few months. I felt my heart surge up. Then his words depleted my heart of the hopefulness I had felt.
"I'm dieing, Racasdu."
My heart plummited. "Uncle! Don't say such fowl things! We can get you help, we can!"
His steely eyes stared into me, boring holes in my soul. "I'm dieing!" He said with certainity. "I am and I know it!"
"But my trainin-"
"Your training is finished! You are as good as I can make you. Now, I want to you to do some things, like have fun with your life, you are still young! You shall not grieve over my death! You hear me?" Then he huffed, I know that this effort was nearly killing him. "Lea-leave, I need a little rest. LEAVE!"
My heart was broken, but I slinked away. Secretly, I was a little happy, as with the restroom problem.
[The next day]
"Uncle?" I asked timidly. He had been so quiet the night before, but in the nights past, he had broken in uncontrollable fits of coughing. Thankfully, his bedding shifted.
"Come here, boy."
I inched over and grasped his hand."Uncle-Are you okay? I have thought this over, and decided I will do what ever you want me to do." This was true. My eyes welled with tears, as I thought about what might-no, will happen, I thought to myself as I steeled my heart.
"I want you to have a adventure, leave this little wood, and journey. There are friends to make, wifes to get, guilds to join- remember, the focus is to do good. As long as you do that, I will be happy." As he said this, his voice became increasingly soft. I strained to hear his last words. " I want you to stay with me..."
He looked deep into my unsual golden eyes, and slid his hand across my face. I suddenly felt the my deep tan from spending so much time in the forest heat up. His hand stopped on my unblemished forhead, but continued onto my matt of hair, thick and black. I tried to hold my tears back, but they gushed out uncontrollably. He finally closed his eyelids. I stayed with him.
His breath became soft. A soft patter-patter against my heart. His life finally slipped, and I sat there, and against his last wishes, I grieved.
I later cremated his body, buried his remains under his favorite oak, and added a sign "Here lies Aelfric_Shadowborne, beloved uncle of Racasdu, Rest In Peace, uncle."
I slowly walked away to the east.
What are your characters ambitions?:
To journey and have fun, what ever Aelfric wanted.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Nope
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
"Mister? What is it that you are selling?" I was struck by the unfairness of him being so poor, with nary a glance from any passerbys.
"Stone Swords? Sticks?" He asked hopefully.
I handed him some minas and stard walking away. "Keep it." He rushed over to me, trying to keep up.
"I can't! That would be dishonest!"
"Keep it! You shouldn't be so poor!" I sprinted away, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I hurriedly sprinted over the two young men.
"Hey! Stop fighting! This is a puclic road, you should be ashamed of yourselves!"
The two of them at each other, then nodded. I thought they had listened to me. I turned around, and was rewarded with two war cries.
"Yaaargh!"
"Gaaaaaah!"
When I woke up, all my stuff had been taken.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I walked over to the man, and cradled his head. "Are you ok?" He faintly nodded, and his eyes flickered. I slowly let his head to a rest, and gathered his minas. I put them in a bag, and fashioned him another stick.
"Tha-thank you!" He croaked out.
"You're welcome."
"Here." He handed me the bag of minas, and hobbled off.
"Wait!" But he was already out of sight.
Minecraft Account Name: Blockcraft1234
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States Of America
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: On this old RP server I used to play on, it was going to get shutdown and people on the forums said they were moving here
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I believe it has been deleted, it was over a year ago or close to it
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Yes
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of taking the role of a character you have created and taking his/hers roles or jobs
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using out of game information to benefit you in the RP environment
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:The act of "Roleplaying out" ridiculously powerful things, such as saying "Casts a Giant Flame spell and burns down the town"
In-Character Details
Character Name: Guarger
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Guarger came from a farmer family on the outskirts of Asulon, the nearby monastery delivered Guarger when the time had come, for the first 2 years life was good for Guarger, but soon bandits running from the law had soon invaded the forest where Guarger and his parents had lived, the monastery urged Joseph(Guarger's father) and Elizabeth(Guarger's mother) to leave the farm and take refuge in the monastery till the danger of the bandits had passed, Joseph refused and the monastery soon locked up, bandits had been seen outlining the farm, for the first couple of days the bandits were seen but did not bother Joseph as he had been working on the farm, but he did not know that secretly they were planning to invade his farm, at twilight the bandits would attack day after day after day, Joseph put up quite a fight, but by the end of the week Joseph was tired and was becoming weary, Joseph quickly ran inside during an attack and told Elizabeth to take Guarger to the monastery Elizabeth did as told and knocked on the big wooden doors and left Guarger there, she ran back to see her husband one last time, the next day the monks heard crying outside the walls and opened them to find Guarger, they quickly took a small party and ran to the farm, all that was left were charred ruins of a farm, along with the dead bodies of Guarger's father and mother, Guarger was then raised by the monks for the next 16 years, he earned quite an education and swordsmanship, as long as many other skills, though he seldom left the safety of the walls of the monastery, by the time he was 18 he had brown hair, blue eyes, a tough body set, and was very adventerious, his curiosity always got the best of him, by this time the monks knew it was time for him to head into the dangerous mainland of Asulon, Guarger was excited that he would finally leave the walls, he gathered up his stuff and headed for the nearest landmark, The Sanctuary.
What are your characters ambitions?: His ambitions are commonly to cure his curiosity, explore new places, and to one day become a powerful official
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/668808/me/(tell me if I need to change the shirt and pants)
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: No
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I walk up to the stand and observe the dwarf's wares, I see cooking utensils, broken pieces of wood, pickaxes and sword's, I ask the man why he sells things no one wants and he tells me "It is all i have, please buy something" I reach into my pocket and pull out 5 Mina's and hand them to the dwarf and I proceed into the city. You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I walk up to the Orc and ask him why he is threatening the dwarf, the Orc responds "Stay out of this filthy human" I walk in between the Orc and the dwarf shielding the dwarf from possible harm, I put my hand on my sword ready for a possible fight, the Orc however does not go for his sword and steps back, "Have it your way you stupid human" and the Orc begins to walk away, the dwarf looks at me and quickly saids "Thank you so much sir please take these" he hands me 10 Mina's and heads the opposite direction of the Orc. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Mina's falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:
I look upon the man with pity, I pick him up and hand his broken walking stick to him, I put my knees on the ground and pick up his fallen Mina's and I tear a piece of cloth off of my shirt and wrap the Mina's in it and hand it to the man, I then walk the man home, when I get to his house he saids slowly "Thank you sir" "Please take these Mina's as a thank you gift" I accept the gift and walk away.
Minecraft Account Name: PotatoePants132
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -8
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I have spoken English my whole life.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed many times before.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read and understand the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I have herd of Lord of the Craft by my friend who plays on the server so I am joining him.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I have not amde any other applications.
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : I am doing it right now.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is a person acting as there character they have made or were placed as.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is an Out of Character action that is set by the environment of the game.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: This is the action of a character that is performing for another character might not be ready for responding.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Treck Clafor
Character Race: Elf, High Elf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Treck Clafor is a white haired high elf who was born in the elven city of Haelun’or also known as the Silver City. When Treck was born his father had left him and his mother, and then on Treck was raised by his mother. Treck didn’t understand the events that were going on in his life because he was merely an infant. In his early years of childhood Treck never knew what happened to his father, so one day he asked her. He could see that his mother didn’t want to talk about it so walked away still wondering where his father was. A few years later Treck one day saw a man on the door step he asked “Who are you dear stranger?”
“I am you father son.” said the man smiling at Treck. Over joyed Treck ran out the door and hugged his father and so did his mother, and it was then that Treck knew that he had a complete family.
In Treck’s teen years his life was finally becoming better, but his mother had become ill and the doctors had no idea what sickness she had. At the same time Treck’s dad was pulled out to fight in the war to enemies from far lands. Treck stayed with his mother for days and hoped that she would get better, but that wasn’t the case. When Treck’s father he rushed to go see Treck’s mom before she was expected to die, and they talked for hours until Treck saw his mother close her eyes and drift into death. Treck didn’t want to believe that his mother that raised him from birth was dead so he kept yell for doctor to help her, but the doctor told him that she’s gone. He screamed and cried for someone to save her but no one listened. Finally his dad went to him and said “You have a caring personality for everyone and helping too, but your mother is gone.” Treck had finally stopped his fuss and he and his father went home.
Years have then passed and Treck was finally mature and able to leave his house where now him and his father lived. His father knew he was leaving so he gave Treck so he gave him his bow “This is a gift from me to you.” Treck’s father said. Before Treck left he hugged his dad and left his childhood house to face the world in front of him. A high elf about seven feet tall who is able to hold a bow, and also good with making friends. With his platinum colored hair and with his father’s bow and his leaf colored cloths would take his adventure to many different lands.
What are your characters ambitions?: Treck became very skilled with his father’s bow and is trained to become swift.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: [Imgur](http://i.imgur.com/CdCTJ)
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Treck becomes very emotional when some is talking about their mother.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?:
On Treck’s journey he comes across a poor dwarf selling items in the city. Treck has visions of his mom in his head and thinks to himself ‘If I don’t help him he would die out here with no food or medicine.’ So Treck decided to ask the dwarf what he is selling. The dwarf was happy to see his first guest to the shop and he laid down the items he sells. Treck looks at the items and finally decides to buy a sword from the dwarf, and so Treck put down a bag of coins and went off.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?:
Treck didn’t feel like stopping that night to rest so he continued down Oren road. Suddenly he sees a Orc threatening a dwarf a few paces in front of him. So he runs to them before things get violent and tries to stop them. He then says “Men can’t we all be chaps?” but they still don’t answer him and he keeps trying asking them. Soon the Orc was about to launch one punch at the dwarf so Treck pulled up his bow and said “Let him be!” and at that moment the Orc said “I’ll get ye next time dwarf and your friend elf too.” After this speech he ran off into the dark of the night. The dwarf gave his thanks to the elf and went his merry way down the Oren road.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
Treck see an old man on the ground with no one to help him get up. At this time Treck runs to the man and picks him up from his fall and places him somewhere he can sit. He will then run to the money and give the money to the poor old man and says “You should save up for a new stick sir.” So Treck carries him to a near shop so he could buy a new stick. After the man buys a new walking he walks away to continue his journey to where ever the road may go.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting the role of some one else, usually in a theatre or RPG, but also can be defined in psycology as filling a social role, not acting like your self around your friends, co workers, etc.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Say I heard something out-of-character that my character norally wouldn't know in-character. I can't use that information to affect my desicions in-game, other wise that is meta-gaming, and that is bad.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when you force something to happen. Say someone i didn't like was near me, and we got in an argument. It would be power emoting if I said *Kills (Player)*. But if i say attempts to kill, or swings sword at, or readies bow to shoot (player), then it is not, because they have time to react. Power emoting is also when some one swings at you and hits you, but you say *dodges attack* or similar.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Kelly Quinn (Kell, Kellz, etc.)
Character Race: Mali'ame
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Kelly was born 162 years ago in Normandor. Her mother died in childbirth, and never got to meet the newborn Kelly. Her father was somewhat of an important figure in the government, always busy, but still had plenty of time for his daughter. loved her very much, being as though she was his last child. He gave her all of his attention, gifts and love. 144 years later, roughly that of a 16 year old human, her father died of cancer. Grief took over her whole life. She couldn't get out of bed for nearly 18 years, all she did was eat, sleep, and go to the restroom. Then one day when she was particularly restless, she got to thinking. I'm such a lazy bum... i should get up and read the news. See whats happening lately. She walked into town to the notice board. She sees plenty of notices, but is very uninterested in the lot. She looks around town, and likes what she sees. She missed the fresh air and all the people bustling about. She likes to watch people work and work herself, although she hasn't worked in 18 years. She's always been somewhat of a follower, always following her father around to help with fixing the house, doing chores, collecting, and mining. She thinks of herself as a follower and frowns. She doesn't want to be a follower... Her father wasn't. Why should she be? She'll be a leader like he was in the government. No... she'll be better! She has to fit in her father's shoes now, she can't afford to waste any more time wallowing in her own tears. Instead she'll wallow in sweat and hard work. She WILL be a leader. ( I tried to find lore but couldn't find much. I'll have to ask around in-game.)
Kelly has blonde hair and green eyes. She is wearing thick green cloth in the form of a skirt and a top. She has a quiver, boots, and a headband. She tries to make everyone happy, is tough in the sense that she doesn't want anyone to see weakness in her, and is very fun and loving when she gets comfortable around you. She hates conflict but can usually deal with it calmly, unless it is personal to her. She still gets depressed sometimes, but can get through it by thinking of all her father has done for her and everyone else.
What are your characters ambitions?: To become someone of importance.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I would feel sorry for him, and possibly offer to buy something. Maybe chat with him a while about his struggles. I would be very nice to him, to raise his confidence and offer him a piece of bread i bought to energize him for yelling out his wares and such. I would stand there and eat for a little while, and after i'm sure he's doing better, i'd be on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I would pull out any weapon i had and fight him so the dwarf could get away, then, being quick on my feet, I would flee too, knowing I can't beat an Orc in a melee fight. If I had a bow and arrows though, I would most definitely kill him if i even thought he was going to lay a hand on a defenseless dwarf.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I would rush over to him and help him up, dust him off, and collect his coins for him. I would insist he take them back if he offered them to me, but if he honestly sounded like it would make him happy for me to take them, i would. Then I would tell him to wait here, and go searching for a fallen branch to use as a walking stick.
Minecraft Account Name:tommyyellow
How old are you?:14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:EST
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes I do.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Planetminecraft and another rp server.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when yhou act as a charcter or another person and hold charcter through scenarios or events.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta gaming is when you use information you learned out of character or game in charcter.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Poweremoting is when you give your charcter unfair powers such as "freezes player in place helplessly" and making the game unfair to others.
In-Character Details
Character Name:Thoralt Steelhand
Character Race:Dwarf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: *Cling…pang…clink…clang* “Papa? What are you making?” “A sword, Thoralt. A sword so that I may fight.” “Can I help Papa?” “No son. This requires strong hands.” “But I have strong hands.” *laughing* “Why yes you do. Now go run along and play with your brothers.” “Okay papa!” These were the words Thoralt thought of when he thought of his father. His father was the best blacksmith in his village. He could make anything out of metal. Well at least Thoralt thought.
*flashback* “But why do you have to leave papa? Why can’t you stay?” *Kneels down to Thoralt* “I must go fight for what we believe. Now Thoralt, you take good care of your mother when I’m gone. Be kind to your brothers. Make sure this house is in working order.” “I will papa!” “Good. Now don’t worry about me. I’ll be home before you know it.” These were the last words Thoralt spoke to his father. His father had to go fight the orcs that threatened their village. This village held a rich diamond mine and the orcs wanted it or themselves. So the village gathered all of its strongest warriors and sent them to fight.
As the dwarves marched into battle, Thoralt’s father led them with his sword, glistening with the blood of slain orcs. He led them to the orc fort, built just on the outskirts of the village. This was the dwarfs’ last stand. They were creeping ever closer. The orcs were dwindling in numbers. When they reached within firing distance for the crossbows, Thoralt turned to his men and screamed “We will take this fort and kill all that inhabit it!” The dwarves yelled with the excitement of finally slaying the orcs that attacked them. Just as Thoralt’s father turned to charge in, a lone orc in a guard tower fired a single arrow into his throat. He died within minutes. His men charged in and slayed the orcs, thus ending the war.
When Thoralt heard an old dwarf talking to his mother at the door one stormy night, he came out from his loft and asked his mother, “Where’s papa?” She answered, “Papa won’t be here for a while. Now go back to bed. Your papa is safe now.”
*Many years later* “Mother! Is breakfast ready?” “Almost Thoralt!” Thoralt was now 15. He was patching a hole in the roof, torn open by a bad wind storm that night. “Thoralt! Breakfast is ready!” “Finally.” Thoralt thought to himself. He climbed down from the roof and went inside. Inside, his two brothers sat eating fresh eggs and pork. He sat down and ate. He asked his mother where the pork had come from. “That strange old elf across the hill.” She said. “He is an odd one, but he cares about those pigs of his.”
After he finished breakfast, Thoralt went out and walked to the blacksmith. At this point, Thoralt was an apprentice at the blacksmith. He went in and put the sword he had been forging into the coals. As he saw the steel burn white hot, He pulled it out and placed it on the anvil. He picked up his hammer and hammered at the steel, slowly shaping it. Many hours later, he had finished the sword. He brought it out to the blacksmith who was talking to a customer. The customer was the strange elf who lived on the other side of the hill. As he brought it out, the elf looked behind the blacksmith at Thoralt. He stopped the blacksmith and said, “Boy, did you make that sword?” “Yes.” Thoralt replied. The elf said, “How much do you want or that sword?” “How about 25 gold pieces?” the blacksmith said. The elf replied, “Why surely a blade of that quality deserves more than that!” The elf threw Thoralt a small pouch that held 50 gold pieces. Thoralt said thank you and the elf left.
After the elf was well out of sight, the blacksmith called Thoralt to the back. He said, “Boy, how did you make that sword?” “The same way as always.” Thoralt said. “No, no. That blade was different. It was sharper. Harder. It seems like a familiar make.” Tharalt sat there with a blank expression. Finally the blacksmith said, “Tomorrow, I want you to come in extra early and make something for me. I will give you the materials when you arrive. Now go home and rest boy. You have much work to do in the morning!”
Thoralt went home, ate, and slept. In the morning, even skipping breakfast, Thoralt ran to the blacksmith. When he arrived, the blacksmith handed him a large sack of pinging little gems. Thoralt said, “What’s this?” The blacksmith replied, ”Diamonds. The most valuable resource when making a blade. They make the blade harder, sharper, and most importantly more valuable. Now what I want you to do is make a blade the same way you made last night. And when you finish, you coat the blade in these.” “Understood.” Thoralt said. There were many diamonds in the sack. Enough to coat hundreds of blades.
That day, Thoralt did something more daring than anyone in the village had ever done. He melted down the sack of diamonds and forged a chestplate. He then forged a pair of boots, a helmet, and some leggings. To top it off, He forged the most beautiful sword the village had ever laid eyes on. When the blacksmith came to the forge to check on his progress, his jaw dropped. At the sight of this the blacksmith came over and gave Thoralt a pat on the back and said, “I don’t know how you did this but you must do it again.” “Why?” Thoralt asked. “This set of armor will sell for thousands of gold pieces!” The blacksmith sighed. “Thoralt, do you know how your father died?” “He died at war.” Thoralt said quickly. “Yes, but how?” “I do not know.” Thoralt replied. “He wore armor that could be pierced by a well-placed arrow. The reason why I tell you this is that the orcs are back in greater numbers. They threaten this village with the numbers and weapons and if we do not do something, they will kill us all! That is where this armor comes in. This armor will protect us!” Thoralt stood there, paralyzed by what he heard. Finally Thoralt came to his senses and said, “Get me more diamonds. I will make armor for all the soldiers.” “That’s the idea boy!”
Over the next 2 months, Thoralt forged 50 sets of diamond armor with a sword to match. When he finished the last one, he let out a sigh of relief. The blacksmith came in with a few soldiers and said, “Thoralt these men want to ask you something.” One of the soldiers said, “Yes. We would like you to lead the charge. In your father’s honor.” Thoralt hesitated. “Do you think I will be safe?” With that armor you will!” another soldier said. “Then I will lead the charge.” Thoralt said. “Good. We go to war in three days.” a soldier said. The soldiers left and the blacksmith came over to Thoralt. “You are very brave Thoralt. Your father would be proud.” the blacksmith said. The blacksmith walked out, leaving Thoralt alone.
The next morning, Thoralt was about to leave for the blacksmith when his mother stopped him at the door. She said to him, “You should have this.” She handed him a sword. “It was your father’s.” Thoralt stood there holding the sword and the sheath. His mother kissed him on the forehead and walked away. Thoralt strapped the sheath to his belt and walked to the blacksmith. As soon as he got there, he saw a small sack with his name on it. He opened it to find lots of diamonds. No one was there. Thoralt walked to the forge and smelted the diamonds. He unsheathed his father’s sword and stuck it in the pool of liquid diamond. He pulled it out and hammered the diamond, making it fit the blade. As he finished, he could see that he missed a spot of the blade. Without thinking, with many years of repetitions, he hammered at the exposed spot of the blade. As he connected, the blade shattered, revealing a pure diamond blade, engraved with gold and iron. As Thoralt held it up, it began to glow with a strange light. He knew this glow. The night the strange elf bought the sword he made, he saw the sword in his sheath glow. He knew his father had left this sword for him and he placed it back into the sheath.
*Fast forward to two days later* Thoralt walked onto the field. He saw the orcs’ fort, with four sentries placed in the guard towers. Thoralt signaled for four men to fire the crossbows at the guards. They hit dead on all but for one. The orc saw his brothers fall and turned. He drew his bow and fired at Thoralt. It hit him straight in the chest, but unlike his father, it broke on impact and fell to the ground. He yelled, “Charge!” They burst down the gates and charged in. They slaughtered the baffled orcs.
Finally Thoralt went into a long building. At the end, he saw a fully armored large orc get up from a throne type chair. The orc pulled a battleaxe off his belt. He rushed at Thoralt. Thoralt braced himself drew his sword. As the orc came down on Thoralt, Thoralt came up with full force with his sword. He knocked the orc off balance as did the orc to him. As they both came to their feet, they charged again. This time he heard a voice in his head that sounded like his father. It said, “Duck and swing low.” Thoralt ducked under the axe and swung his sword at the orc’s shins. He connected and the orc fell to the ground. Thoralt came down on his neck and sliced the orc’s head off. He knew the war was over.
Thoralt came out to see his fellow dwarfs standing there cheering. They had driven out the orcs once more. *Note Thoralt does not hate orcs. This was just a band of specific orcs.*
What are your characters ambitions?:Thoralt wishes to adventure the land in search of a good fight.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:No.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I ask him what he is selling and perhaps buy somethjing. I would give him a bottle of ale and some food and be on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I would run over and break the fight up. If it resorted to violence against me, I would fight the orc first and hope that the dwarf sees that he should not fight me.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I help him up and place the coins back in his bag. I go break a sturdy branch off a nearby tree and hand it to the man. I send him on his way and continue on mine.
Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: vishals01
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States; Central Time Zone
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I've lived in the U.S. so I have decent english grammar
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes I used to play on Kingdom of Aeonis
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Google and searching for Minecraft RP server
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : Yes
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: The act of making a made up character and living in his/her life story from the beginning to end
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: To use information you learn when you're not playing in character; (i.e. in Global)
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: To use auto attacks or things that hit or act instantly, for example "-bob hits joe across the face-, this is incorrect and the correct use would be "-bob tries to slap Joe-" This gives Joe a chance to reply
In-Character Details
Character Name: Will Josephs
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
What are your characters ambitions?:
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
[i][color="#FF8C00"]Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?
Minecraft Account Name: vishals01 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S. central time Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Kingdom of Aeonis server, which is now closed Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Google searches and from people from other servers Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: To assume the role of character and pretend to be that character In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: To use information you hear when you aren't rping like in global chat, or in the real word In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is to use auto success actions such as a hit that successfully hits without the consent of the other player.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Joseph Williams Character Race: Human Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Jospeh grew up in a family of farmers on the outskirts of the territory of the human kingdom near a large village. His family had a small ranch, with a large house in the center. At the age of 16 his parents died after a harsh winter in which they got critically ill; Joseph now inherited his family's farm, but with a bunch of siblings to take care of, he couldn't run the farm on his own. Eventually at the age of 18 he left his siblings with an old family friend in charge and left to gain wealth with which he could support his siblings. Joseph took the remaining money, just a few coins and headed out to find his fortune. This is where his story truly began.
At first Joseph tried labor work and he eventually became very strong from it. He constantly sent his siblings money. He was very successful, and intended to someday go to the village and set up a tavern, but his dreams died shortly after. Joseph one day, received a letter informing him that his family had been killed by bandits. They'd razed his farm and he now had nothing but the few coins he'd kept for himself. Joseph went into mourning and after the funeral decided it was time to go into the village for a better job, but fate had different plans for him. As he walked towards the village , he ran into a few bandits. In rage at what happened, he killed them with brute strength and slayed their heads. After which he skewered them on sticks and left them as a sign. Joseph then continued to the city, feeling a proud feeling. He thought he'd avenged his family. However, when he got to the village he discovered that the bandits killing his family was just a rumor. However, after further examination he discovered that that the fire wasn't caused by bandits. He found out later also, that the bandits he'd killed were just 3 poor kids a few years younger then him. He was now 20 and was still haunted by his guilt. He would do anything to do the right thing, just to make up for killing those 3 kids.
What are your characters ambitions?: To make up for killing the 3 bandits, and to open a successful business Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
I can't get a ingame picture but I'll put the skin.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Nothing really left to say, I think Joseph is covered well in my backstory
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I would walk up to the dwarf and ask to view his wares. I always feel bad for the poor since I had lost everything when I was 18. I would ask him how business was and if there was evidence he was having economic troubles, then I would buy something just to give the man some money to survive.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
If I saw such an act of violence, I would defend the victim by first trying to break up the fight. If such a tactic didn't work... I would then try to intimidate the Orc and try to get him to back off. My final idea would be to attack the Orc and try to scare him off, but not injure him that badly.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
Since I strive to do good, I would first help the man up and put him over my shoulder and then I would get the coins and carefully place them in my own pack. After, getting the man to a safer place, I would give him his coins and leave him to his own life. I wouldn't expect thanks, it's the least I could do to even start helping to make up for my sins in the past.
Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: brotherpig123
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australia GMT +10
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, very well.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I've played a few other minecraft roleplay servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was searching through youtube.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...rd-application/ http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry657606 http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry656855
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: When a person imagines a fake character and pretends to have their appearance, personality, and character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: When someone uses information that their character doesn't know to their character's advantage.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When someone says something that tells what the other roleplayer is going to do, not what the Power-emoter is doing. e.g "Bob shot Steve's head off" is power-emoting, they should say "Bob fired his gun at Steve".
In-Character Details
Character Name: Kirden Bannolds
Character Race: Human
Character biography:
Kirden was born with brown hair and blue eyes and was raised Arethor for 16 years, he spent most of his time widdling wooden boats and sailing them in the water, he became a prodigy of widdling by 12 and had loving parents who cared for him dearly. He was well fed and grew to be a strong, buff lad, and didn't look that bad either. His father taught him that only gentlemen went far, and that you rarely get help from strangers. While his mother told him that there are bad people out there, and you can't make much friends without gaining a few enemies aswell. His younger brother, Jacob, was very interested in the ocean and sat on the dock watching the sun pass the horizon, dreaming of one day, being captain of a ship in the Oren navy.
When Kirden was 16 and his brother, Jacob, was 14, Kirden's mother, who became extremely sick, died from dehydration because of vomiting and the lack of fresh water. Also, Kirden's father was lost at sea and never returned, leaving Kirden and Jacob alone. He and his brother lived in the house in Arethor for the next few years. When he turned 19, Kirden joined the Arethor guard and easily managed to feed himself and his brother.
When Kirden turned 23, he heard about the new world and the amount of people going there, so he told his brother to pack his valuables and necessities because life in Asulon will soon be behind them. Since Kirden was in the Arethor guard, he was able to be above decks, and sometimes hid some food in his pocket and sneaked it down for his brother to eat. He widdled a replica of the boat they were on in his free time, it looked exactly like it. After the boat stopped at some islands and Kirden bought another house,and joined the gaurd there with his now 21 year old brother.
What are your characters ambitions?: To live a happy life with his brother close by him.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Resized to 62% (was 1366 x 706) - Click image to enlarge
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? As I enter Arethor, I notice a poor-looking dwarf trying to sell his wares. "Apples for 3 minas each!" he says. No one's paying attention to him so I think to myself I should go talk to that dwarf. So I wander up to him and ask what he's selling. "All the necessities you need! I have food, dyes, tools, all you need!" I remember that I'm in search of food. And even though his apples don't look the best. I feel sorry for him and buy a couple. "Thankyou kind sir!" He says, "Please come back any time you like!" I ask him if he has a family but he replies no. "I couldn't be able to keep a famly with the amount of money I make." He tells me,"I barely make enough to keep myself alive!" I tell him I lost my father and then my mother soon after. He feels truly sorry for me and gives me another apple for free. I tell him my name is Kirden and tell him I will come back the tomorrow.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I'm traveling along Oren road late at night, and I hear someone arguing. I look around and I notice an Orc threatening a Dwarf, it looks like it will soon turn to a fight so without thinking I walk over and ask what the fight is about, the Orc replies in Orcish, "This runt bumped me as I was passing along the road, and then he lied and said it was accidental, so I told him if he didn't apologise that I would pull his head out of his body, stick it on a pole, and make him watch me feed his limbs to the wolves." I then ask the Dwarf if it was accidental and he replies, "Yes! I was just running down the road because I need to get back to my wife, she's ill, and I accidentally bumped into this Orc and he thought I did it purposely." So I tell the Orc it's just a misunderstanding and he actually understands it and continues on his travels, I say goodbye to the Dwarf and then continue traveling aswell.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I notice a very old man with a walking stick. He looks very weak so I ask him where he's going, but as soon as I'm about to ask him, his walking stick breaks and he falls to the ground, a bag of minas falls aswell and splits open, I think to myself how easy it is to just grab those coins and walk away, but as my hand reaches for the coins, my father's words speak in my head. "Only gentlemen get far." So I pull my hand back, break a stick off the nearest tree, and help the man up, I walk with him for a bit, to make sure he's ok. "Ohh thankyou young man for helping a man like me." He says as I'm walking him. I ask him why he's walking on such a road like this, he replies, "I have no home now, I'm going to finish the rest of my life with the elves, with my old friend."
Minecraft Account Name:Alec_Pierce How old are you?:19 years old Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes, I have an excellent grip on the English language. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, I have roleplayed while playing Garry's Mod and Dungeons & Dragons. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I completely agree with and understand the rules. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I have numerous friends who play; as well as my younger brother. All of them said it was an amazing server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry484761 Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :I will as soon as I'm done submitting it on this forum.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:The act of roleplaying is in the name itself. It's when you create a character in a game and play the role of your character; much as a movie star plays the role of their character. For example, if you're a lumberjack you would most likely chop wood for a living in the game and talk about lumber during most of your conversations. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is when you mix (OOC) out-of-character information with in-character information. For example, you ask someone (OOC) about their character and use that information while in-character to gain an advantage. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power-emoting is when you give yourself an unfair advantage by emoting an action in-game. For example, "Alexander kills Chuck by cutting him in half, killing him instantly."
In-Character Details
Character Name:Alexander Helms Character Race:Human Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Alexander Helms, or Alex for short, was born into a very average human family. He was home schooled unlike most children, which made him a little socially awkward. He enjoyed reading books and observing the world around him which turned him into the person he is today. He was frequently made fun of as a child for his glasses, which has also shown him that it hurts while being mean to others. This has turned him into a person that is compulsively nice. His mother Teresa, and father Michael, always pushed him to be as smart as he could; so he would be better off than them further down the road. As Alex grew older he became more witty and sociable. He began solving problems around his local village which has propelled him to be interested in becoming a detective.
At the current age of 27 he has left home and is now roaming the lands searching for someone to hire him as a detective. So far he hasn't had any luck, but he has however solved a few cases on his own. The first case was that of a missing coin pouch which he found on the side of a road. After going into a near by village and asking around, he finally found who its owner was and returned it; due to his nice nature. The second case he solved was that of a murder. He found a dead man on the side of a path. Through thorough examination, and tracing back the murder weapon two its rightful owner,he discovered the murderer to be a local Orc; who then proceeded to chase him out of town with his gang. Although Alex was chased out of town and nearly killed, he is still ambitious about pursuing his future career as a detective.
What are your characters ambitions?:He is pursuing a career as a detective, and he will take any job that puts him closer to that career. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:I have attached the file to this post. I will also make it my profile picture as soon as it's done.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:He is a nice, warm-hearted person who never intends to harm anyone in any physical manner. However, he does enjoy helping others which could cause someone to be jailed.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
Note: Everything that my character says are in quotes. Everything else written are his thoughts.
I hear the dwarf calling out, selling his wares to passers-by. At first I try not to look at him, but the annoyance of his cries are just too much. I study the short being noticing that he is wearing torn clothes. Not again...the other humans are going to give me such a hard time for even talking to this dwarf. Fine, I suppose I can't go on my way without at least seeing what he has to offer. "Greetings sir! What goods do you have to offer?" Of course, first he has to tell me how badly off he is. For heavens sake, of course he's telling me about the kids he has to feed. Well I can't just walk away now. "Alright, I'll take two!" My god, this man is emptying out my wallet! Well, at least it's for the greater good. Best be on my way now.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
Of course, I'm going to be caught up in more strangers problems. My god, that Orc seems like he's about to pounce on that poor defenseless Dwarf. I can't even understand what the beast is saying! He does look angry though. Alright, I best help the poor little fellow. "Hey Dwarf! You're under arrest for the murder of twelve people in the nearby village! I hear by command you to follow me to jail where you will await you sentence!" Alright good, the Orc seems extremely confused. Come on, now this dwarf has to talk about how he hasn't done anything wrong. "Enough of you petty dwarf, I know a murderer when I see one! Come along now!" Alright, he's finally following me. Looks like the Orc doesn't have the slightest clue as to what's going on either. Alright, looks as though we're out of range of that Orc. "I was just lying back there. Looked like you need some help. The name's Alex by the way, and who might you be dwarf?"
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I wonder what such an old, frail man is doing this far away from town? Oh my! His stick just broke out from under him, I best check if he's alright! What is that? I few Minas have fallen out of his bag? He hasn't the slightest clue they're there. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" Seems as though he was just heading back home, I better go find him a new walking stick. Here's one! "Here you go sir, I've found another walking stick for you. It's not the nicest, but it should work." He still hasn't noticed his Minas lying everywhere. I better help him with that as well. "Sir, you dropped your bag of Minas here as well. "Wow, this is twice as much as I have!" Here you are sir, would you like me to help you back to your house?" I suppose it was a good thing I didn't steal the Minas.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: RolePlaying is the act of literally playing the role of another person/character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is playing using the logic of yourself rather than what your character would know.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is the act of performing an action through text that is impossible to counter.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Talith
Character Race: Human(Raised by elves)
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:Talith was orphaned at birth and found lying in the forest by Calebrin the elf. He took the young human and raised him as his own. Talith didn't know what happened to his parents, but he was sure they weren't killed by orcs. As he aged, Talith realized he looked much different than the other boys. It then came time for Calebrin to tell Talith his true origins. Talith accepted this with the knowledge that he never fit in with the elves anyway. He then decided it was time for him to go be with other humans. He made a traveling cloak from the fibers of the forest plants and went on his way to his new life.
However, before he left for his travels Talith “borrowed” some scrolls from his adoptive father Calebrin. These were not the scrolls he was looking for, but he knew he could not return to find them. He needed some history and maybe a map of this mysterious land, for he had never left the comfort of his home in the forest and new just about nothing of the history and beliefs of the people living outside the forest. These scrolls were different. They seemed dark and dangerous. He dared to open one. He read and read. Soon he was well versed in the dark art of charm speak. He knew he wouldn’t be too good with it, but it would definitely come with practice. He knew this new skill would come with a price; he had to be careful how he used it. This was too much for him, so that night, he burned the remaining scrolls. The dark magic hidden in them would have to remain a secret.
Even though Talith had not even learned magic from the scrolls, he felt… different. Free. No, he would not let this get to his head. This charm speaking was only used by criminals. Masters of manipulation. He could not become that. But as he walked he felt as if there was something deep inside of him. Another side of him just aching to get out. He had to control himself. This wasn’t like him. He could hear the voices whispering in his ear. He knew he would never be the same again.
What are your characters ambitions?: To find any way he can to fit into this world as a human, and learn more about history and new cultures during his travels.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Talith is 18 years of age. He is a tall, shady looking fellow with slick black hair and large blue eyes. He is very ambitious, and will try almost anything to progress in his life. He is rather suspicious at times, but he is still good at heart. His Charm speaking is not necessarily magic, but it is a skill he learned from reading the scroll.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? “Hey you!” the little dwarf called out to me as I tried quietly to sneak by. “y-yes?” I asked shakily. “I think I have some things you might be interested in. Why don’t you take a look?” I walked over to his shop to see barrels of rotten fish, bloody rabbits, and disgusting looking fruit. “Um… I’d rather not. Thanks though.” I said as calm as I could. “Please sir” said the dwarf, “I really need the money.” I proceeded fumbling through my pocket for some of the few coins I had. “It’s not much, but it’s about all I got.” “Th-thank you sir! May your travels be well, and may good fortune be bestowed upon you!”Said the dwarf happily. “You too sir!” I said as I went on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? “You got a problem with me? You’ve got lots ‘o nerve coming ‘round these parts and befouling my name!” I heard the Orc yell at the puny dwarf. “Please sir. I didn’t m-mean to offend you, I swear.” ‘now is your chance’ No, the voices were back. ‘use your charm speaking, it’s the only way you can help.’ He had a point. “Bilbo! There you are! I have been looking all over for you!” I yelled. ‘Bilbo? Yikes, that’s bad. Sounds like more of a hobbit name to me.’ “Who are you? You make me angry!” Said the orc. He was clearly uneducated, this could be easy. “Yeah wh-“ I cut the dwarf off before he could finish. “go with it” I whispered in his ear. “Sorry sir, my friend here had a little too much ale before we left. He doesn’t know what he’s saying!” I told the orc. “Sorry man. I’m so confused. Could we go home?” “WAIT!” yelled the orc, “I’m not letting you off that easy puny dwarf!” I had to think quickly. “Yes, yes. A man of honor like yourself would never let something like this go. How about you take this coin and we can be on our way?” The orc smiled and accepted the coin. He put it in his back pocket and let us pass. Little did he know I had pulled the coin out of his pocket as we passed. ‘Nice’ said the voice. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:“Help! Help” I hear the poor man screaming as he lies on the ground trying to get up. I collect the coins and begin walking away. “Stop! Thief!” Yelled the man. I turned back and helped the man up. He then pushed me over. “Wait” I said. I returned the coins to him. I helped him to the nearest town. I got him some medical aid and bought him a new walking stick. “I’m sorry about the money” I said. He replied “Here, take these. I could have died out there without your help” He handed me the money. “wait, I can’t accept this.” I said. “It’s okay, they’re yours” said the old man. He even included enough for the walking stick. And more!I thanked the man and went on my way. ‘ you really are a sneaky one’ said the voice in my head. “Haha, yes I am”
Minecraft Account Name:luccadeas
How old are you?:14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:United States, CMP
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, a lot of experience
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Searching for roleplay servers
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:This is my first application
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :Sure thing!
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting in someone else's role. Whether it be your own character, or pretending to be someone else. You often speak and act differently.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Your character making decisions based on information you (As a real person) have acquired out of character
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Forcing another character to do something, without agreeing upon it first. Like: *Arnok ties Lysander to a tree and kills him*
In-Character Details
Character Name: Arnok Battlehammer
Character Race: Dwarf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Arnok and his brother Baerdun trotted down a rough rocky trail through The Mountains. Arnok’s long, red, braided beard swayed as he and his brother hummed a Dwarven Hymn together- one that praised their god for his creation of the Dwarves. They were as close as it gets, Arnok and Baerdun. They could communicate to each other through mere body language, and were two parts to the same machine; mining, forging, drinking, and fighting together. Arnok at the age of 45 and Baerdun ten years younger, both were as strong as ever. Anything they set their minds too they could achieve.
Assigned to the task of mining coal and iron, they were heading back to their village with large packs on their back.
“Oi brother, I’ve got a question I’ve been meaning to ask yee.” Baerdun said after finishing the hymn
“Go on then Baerdun, throw it at me.” The Eldest Brotherreplied, adjusting his belt.
“ What would yee do if you were king? Of The Dwarves and all their clans, of these mountains?”
Arnok looked to the mountains searchingly for a moment, as if they would tell him the answer. “Well” He started “I’d protect these lands, and our people. I’d compromise when it came down to it, and never let The Orcs do ill-harm to us. And I couldn’t forget, what kind of King would I be without holding the best festivals?”
Baerdun smiled at Arnok’s humor, and tossed a rock up and down in the air. “Aye” He said. “You’d be a good king, that yee would. I’ll always be at yer side too.”
Arnok grinned and patted Baerdun on the shoulder, and the two carried on the trail. Upon reaching the peak of the hill, they saw an image that would be burned into their memory forever: Their village, their home, was ablaze and ransacked. Doors and windows were destroyed, and entire homes were ablaze. A small army of 30 or so Orcs could be seen in the distance, marching away from the village- no doubt to their own.
Arnok clenched his jaw tightly, holding back a cry that would reveal their location to the Orcs. He fell to his knees and beat the earth with his bare fists mercilessly. Baerdun could only stare, as he wordlessly mouthed the words to a Dwarven prayer.
Though devastated, the brothers kept their heads. There was no time for tears nor curses against fate. Only one thing could be done: Revenge.
“Doing this before nightfall… was a big mistake for them.” Baerdun murmured as he dropped his pack and unlatched his war-hammer crafted from the finest materials. Arnok did the same.
“Aye, it will be their undoing. We sprint to their village, and take them by surprise in the night.”
Baerdun looked Arnok in the eyes and they nodded simultaneously. They set off in a sprint after The Orcs, their faces grim and determined.
Midnight. Arnok and Baerdun sat crouched, watching the Orcish village from a nearby hill. The Orcs slept with full stomachs- having feasted on the innocent villagers from the raid before. No guard was set, as they thought that they had killed and devoured any enemies they had. How deadly wrong they were. Arnok and Baerdun crept into the village undetected, up to the doorway of what looked like the Orcish barracks. They were never ones to favor stealth, so from here on out they were going to approach things how they always did: Head on, war hammer out.
Arnok gave the countdown, and they kicked down the hut door. It seemed that the Orcs weren’t sleeping as soundly as they thought, for 10 of them were well awake playing some sort of dice game. The Brothers roared out a Dwarven Battle Cry- fighting them awake would be more honorable and much more fun. They sprinted into the midst of the Orcs, breaking legs with sweeping blows as they reached the center of the room.
“Back to Back!” Arnok yelled. The Brothers put their backs to eachother and started moving in a circle, so as to not hurt on another in the midst of their swings. The art of the war hammer was about momentum, and timing. The Brothers knew this, and they spun in the middle of The Orcs as one: gaining speed and momentum for their war hammers, they cleaved through the ranks of 25 Orcs. They were an unstoppable spinning force of pure carnage. By the end of it, one could not tell where one body began and another ended.
Just as they left the barracks five armored Orcs marched out of the longhouse- one of them dressed in ceremonial armor much more intricate then the other four. Baerdun and Arnok didn’t waste any time, and reflexively drew their axes and sent them flying through the air. One hit an Orc straight in the forehead, sending him backwards to the ground. The other pierced an Orc’s neck and he reached for it as his last life force drained away with his blood. Arnok sprinted towards the closest Orc and brought his war hammer down from over-head, piercing the Orc’s shield and causing it to cut into its wielder’s flesh. Arnok yelled a Dwarven battle cry as he swung his war hammer against the Orc’s legs, crushing the bones. He still had enough momentum for a second attack, and brought the hammer crushing down onto the Orc’s ribcage. This Orc wasn’t going to get up, and he made sure of it. Arnok looked over to find his brother removing his war hammer from an Orc’s armor and smiled deviously. There was only one left.
The Orcish Chieftain pulled out two twin axes, and assumed an experienced battle stance. He came at both of them with a series of flourishes, striking this way and that while The Brothers carefully blocked his strikes and countered with their own. The Chieftain made a dash for Arnok’s legs and caught him off guard. But his strike lacked the needed strength and bounced off of Arnok’s this armor. Baerdun swept his warhammer in The Chieftain’s direction, but his reach was too short. Taking advantage of the moment, The Chieftain put on foot on Baerdun’s war hammer and launched himself into the air, spin around and had his axes poised mid air- ready to cleave into Baerdun’s back. But Baerdun foresaw this and heaved his war hammer into the air. The Chieftain and the hammer met with such force, that The Brother’s heard The Chieftain’s entire ribs crack. He laid on the ground, unable to do anything but scream to his gods. They were not coming, and Baerdun chuckled.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, you over-bloated green pig” Arnok circled to one side of the chieftain, and Baerdun stood on the other. “We’re going to take your ears. From now on, we’re taking the ears of every gods-damned Orc we kill and we’ll keep ‘em on a necklace. So you and the rest of yer kind know who we are.” Arnok and Baerdun pulled out a small dagger and place it at the base of the chieftain’s ears. “Let it be known, that on this day, The Battlehammers were born. And any Orc that lays a hand on a Dwarf, or treads into our land with ill intentions, is asking for our fury.” Arnok finished, as he and Baerdun cut off the chieftain’s ears. Baerdun kicked him to the ground, and the brother’s walked out of the village. The past lay at their backs, and a future of Orc-killing, drinking, forging; mining, and politics lay ahead of them. Arnok and Baerdun started to hum the same Dwarven Hymn.
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Arnok is a fierce warrior, with a warm love for his own kind but a fiery hatred for Orcs. His brother Baerdun often cools him down.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? "Oi, a fellow Dwarf! I'll gladly buy some of yer wares. No one forges a blade quite like the hands of a Dwarf, aye brother?" *buys a hefty amount of merchandise and pays extra*
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? Arnok looks to his brother Baerdun, and gives a nod. They sprint towards the Orc and hurl each of their axes. Before the Orc can even turn around to see them comming, the axes find themselves imbedded into his head and back. Arnok smiles at the Dwarf, and offers him safe passage with his brother to wherever he's headed.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: Arnok once again looks at his brother, unsure of what to do. Baerdun nods sympathetically and they both pick the old man up, gather his coins, and attempt to find him another walking stick.
Minecraft Account Name: Leap1
How old are you?:13 years old
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA state:Tennesse
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:well yes i do i have lived in america since i was 5 years old
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes i have experience in rolplaying on a minecraft server but its not online anymore (well its not an RP server anymore)
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules? Yes i have read and fully understand the rules and i don't have any plans to brake an of them.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Back in the summer i heard about the server from a friend but i didn't apply because i was so busy with family,social,etc.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:I have only made one application on the website but was denied due to other reasons and i was told i had to make one on the minecraft forum LINK:http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry662354
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is a person who makes a character this person can make his character have any trait or personality they want the character to have.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:its any out of character action made by a player's character which makes use of knowledge that the character is not meant to be aware of.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:power emoting is when you describe an action that the players character does for example player 1:*blushes*player 2: *smiles*
Character Name:Todus Moonfist
Character Race:Dwarf
Character Age:19
Character biography -Todus Moonfist was born in the continant of asulon he was always a brave but when his mother got ill the doctor said she wasn't going to make it and when she died his father started to grieve her death meaning he started to lead a sad life. but when Todus was only 12 he had asked his father to teach him the ways of the weapon. So his father stoped his sad life and started training todus day or night,rain or shine.
but his father could tell todus wasn't going to be good with almost any weapon he couldn't swing an axe and he couldn't throw a hammer. When his father showed him his last weapon he could hit any target. His father told him that the sword was crafted by the best blacksmith and handed down from father to son from generation to generation and the sword had now belonged to Todus.He could feel the power in the blade and by the age of eight teen his father thought he was ready to go out into the world on his own he gave him some tools and some money for new clothes. Todus had bought a red and black shirt, 2 silver rings to keep his brown beard into to strands that went down his chest,two gloves that could help him climb the tallest mountain,silver and red pants,and finally he had bought a silver and black helmet.He knew he was ready to head on his own and make something of his life.When he went back to his home his father said he looked so much different from when he had left earlier that day.Todus' final gift from his father was the sword that todus had trained with,a map,and 45 minas.Todus asked his father "where do i go.Can you please mark the city Kal'Karik.His father told him "if it means that much to you" *marks the map* "im not going to be there to help you,so you have to use the skills i have tought you to defend yourself Todus, remember to come back and see me if you so desire".Todus grabs his pack and puts his sword in it,grabs the map,and places all of his minas in his wallet and steps out the door.Bye the time he reaches the city of Kal'Karik he has turned 1 year older and he is now 19. He has met fellow dwarves along the way to the city and becomes close friends with them. The adventure continues there.
What are your characters ambitions?:Todus' ambitions are blacksmithing and being a soldier since his father tought him how to use a sword and how to make weapons
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: I have placed a in game screenshot of my characters skin.I hope you like it.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:Todus is a brave and kind hearted person he will give mercy (if they truly deserve it) and will kill ones who mess with other dwarves.He trys to make friends with everyone unless the dwarves are enemies with them Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?Todus walks up to the shop keeper todus says "hello sir what are you selling here in your shop today". he looks up at todus with a nervous look on his face and says "im selling weapons and ores from some of the mines outside of town". todus says "well it seem that dont have very much money". The shop keeper says sadly "No i don't,I came to this town to earn some money for loving family back at home". Todus says "A family man eh, well I would like to buy some of your wares would that be alright?" the shop keeper says "yes mr. uhh",todus stops the dwarf in the middle of his sentence "The names todus my good man." the shop keeper says "well Mr.Todus pick out what you would like and i will tell you how much its all worth". Todus picks out a few ores and a sword. the shop keep says "ok Mr.Todus that will be 67 minas". todus pulls out his wallet and gives the nice dwarf 123 minas. The Shop keep says "Thats far more than what i asked for". Todus Replies and says"keep the change my good man you deserve it" Todus walks away and the shop keeper yells "GOD BLESS YOU KIND DWARF". You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?Todus walks up to the orc and says "you sir would you kindly back off of the dwarf your are just causing trouble for yourself". the orc replies and says "If you want me to back off of him your going to have to kill me first *the orc loughs*" Todus says "Ok then but just remember it was your request" Todus pulls out his sword and says "Prepare to fight"! The orc grins and and pulls out a axe. He swings the axe but Todus Blocks the attack.Todus jumps up and stabs the orc in the arm. The orc yells your going to pay for that you puny dwarf . Right anfter he fineshes his sentence the orc hits todus and slams him onto the ground. But from behind the orc the dwarf that was being threatened pulled a sword and stabbed him in the heart.Looking over the orcs lifeless body todus and the stranger shake hands and split the reward (and the loot) and go there seperate ways. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:The old man cries "HELP HELP".Todus stops watching the minas roll around on the ground and he runs over to the old man and says "sir are you ok "? The oldman replies "no im not alright i think my hips got knocked out of place".Todus says in a hurry "ill find you a new cane and help you collect all of your minas that fell out of your wallet". Todus quickly runs over to the nearest tree and finds a branch that was almost the exact same size as the can that the old man had.He brakes the branch and runs back over to the old man and helps him up. The old man says "thank you dwarf but can you help me collect the minas that fell out of my wallet when i fell". Todus says "alright" and they collect all the minas. todus had counted them all and there had to be at least 223 minas. The old man said "thank you" And walked back on the path.
Minecraft Account Name: Patriotic_Fool
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -8:00 (US Pacific Time)
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I hope so, or my 12 years of schooling will have been in vain.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I have done roleplaying for many years. It began with Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne. I would play roleplay based games, such as SOTDRP, which involved on roleplay. I also spent 2 years on another roleplay based server, Massivecraft. Recently, I've gotten involved in forum roleplay games.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. I checked the FAQ and a few guides, hopefully I won't do something silly like post about a serial killer mage who lost his family to orcs.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend, Semperosa, introduced me to the server and recommended it.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : I'll post this finished application there when I complete it!
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Taking on a role of someone or something and acting upon it. The role may be fiction or nonfiction, but I believe good roleplaying involves a creative mind and knowledge of the roleplay subject.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when a person takes out of context (or out of character, OOC) information and uses it in an in-game situation. An example would be if I was killed by a character, and I harbored ill-will towards the player who roleplayed the character. Later on, I had a new character. Instead of roleplaying, I used my meta feelings towards the player and my in-game actions followed that.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is making an in-game action absolute, without giving another player the chance to react. Example: "Patriotic fool slashes at PoorVictim and kills him in one cleave." I did not give PoorVictim a chance to react. A proper way to do this would be, "Patriotic fool lifts his axe and prepares to swing at PoorVictim."
In-Character Details
Character Name: Markin Aronokath
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Markin Aronokath was born in Arethor. The bustling human capital must have seen hundreds of children born every day. It cannot be said that Markin Aronokath was special. His mother, who died of childbirth, was the wife of an ordinary peasant farmer. His father worked hard to raise him, and Markin was out in the fields helping out as soon as he could. The two of them lived a sustainable, albeit poor and unglorious life. Markin dreamed of adventure, as many other young boys did. His father would always shrug off his remarks and tell him that he should accept his fate; he would never be greater than a peasant. Markin never stopped dreaming. When he stabbed his pitchfork into a bale of hay, he imagined impaling a fierce orc and saving the day. When he chased off a stray dog from attacking his livestock, he saw himself toe-to-toe with an evil pigman.
His fantasies came true, but not in the way that he had hoped. Life changed when the dwarves came. He was not educated, and certainly not well-versed in the matters of the day. The dwarven invasion caught everyone by surprise. A crude sword and shield were thrust in his hands, and he found himself on the front lines of battle. Every able-bodied man was needed, regardless of previous experience. Markin quickly found out that battle was not as glorious as he had imagined. Humans were cut down all around him, and ill-trained Markin was no match for the experienced dwarven warriors. He dropped his weapons and fled as those around him were killed.
He meandered through the fields and forests, and kept walking. He lost his shield in the fight, but managed to keep ahold of his sword. Unfortunately, Markin was not a strong willed man. The horrors of battle overcame him, and he spent many years living in isolation in the forests. Scavenging off of what he could find, he survived. His mind, however, did not. Locals from around the area know of him, but to them, he is merely a crazy old man. Markin now keeps to himself in the woods, detached from society.
What are your characters ambitions?: Markin wishes to live out his days in the forest. He hasn't managed to rid himself of the ghosts of his past, and years of isolation certainly did not help. He has no hopes, and anyone attempting to talk to him cannot understand his crazed mumblings.
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I know about VAs. I'm not applying to be a thief, serial killer, or anything else along those lines. As far as I know, being an insane old man is okay. Now, I might apply for something else in the future, but one step at a time :P. I hope everything is satisfactory.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I stop walking and see a dwarf shopkeeper in a run-down market stall. The dwarf calls out and beckons me to come over. Curious, I walk up to the shopkeeper. "Ay, what can I get for ya?" I stand there, in silence. "Hm. Ya look like you could use some new clothes. Get them rags off of ya." The dwarf rummaged through a box and pulled out a weathered, but clean shirt. "All yours for 10 minas!" I finally break the awkward silence. "Y..y...you.... .. m..monster!!" The dwarf fumbled, obviously shocked by my response. "Pardon me?" "You MONSTER!.. ... YOU... .. you DID THIS!!" Before the dwarf could muster a reply, I storm off, mumbling to myself.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? A dwarf and an Orc appear to be having an altercation. I walk up to them. "Please.." cries the dwarf, "let's not get ahead of ourselves!" The Orc demands that the dwarf fork over 50 minas, a sum that the dwarf obviously cannot muster. "YOU!", exclaims the Orc, "KEEP 'WALKIN OR THEREZ GONNA BE TROUBLE, YA HEAR?" "I.. I.. s.. sorry!" My feeble reply is met with laughter from the Orc. I leave, but stop and watch the situation progress from afar. As the Orc becomes increasingly impatient, the orc begins to use force. I watch as a few punches turn to a full-scale beating, and a smile creeps on my lips. While I finds solace in watching the dwarf being hurt, simultaneously I remember the horrors of violence, and I cannot prevent myself from vomitting on the ground. I stumble away as the cries of the dwarf get louder, and louder.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I see an old man fall before me. A long beard and weathered visage look up at me, not unlike my own. "E...ex..Excus--". Before he could get out a word, the man collapses. A sack falls onto the ground and coins spill around him. Do I take them or do I help? "Please sir..", mutters the old man, "These are for my nephew. This is all I have.. don't take them. I beg of you!". I pause for a moment, and survey the situation. I gulp and attempt to make a clear response. "I..it is alright. Here.. let me help you." I help the man up and gather the coins with trembling fingers. I hand them to the man and look into his faded blue eyes. We share much in common. Were I the helpless man on the ground, I would hope that a stranger would show me the same kindness. "Thank you, kind sir." The old man smiles as he walks away, and I muse on the whole event. I certainly wouldn't show the same courtesy to a dwarf, but the man touched me in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. I walk off towards my destination, and wipe a tear from my eye.
Minecraft Account Name: zePato
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA, Pacific Time
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have and I understand them completely.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Friends.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I've never applied before.
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting/playing out the role of a character. In this case, I'm acting as my character in the RP realm.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: The use of knowledge that was not yet obtained by the character (OOC knowledge.)
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Forcing an action on another player against their will, or performing an extravagant, unplausible feat.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Oswin Pawke
Character Race: Human, Northerner
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Oswin is a simple man. He takes after his father when it comes to his chivalrous manner, and Oswin is a tad serious at times. Oswin is stoic, honorable, polite, calm, and usually expressionless. Despite his seemingly cold outside, he is just and fair, and sometimes loosens up when talking to others dear to him. Most of the time, Oswin also lets his duties come first before his feelings.
When Oswin was a child, his father, who was a soldier in the Holy Oren Empire's army, was precious to him. He would teach Oswin how to wield a blade and a lance, how to read and how to be a fine gentleman. Oswin would continue to hone these skills daily, his thoughts of becoming a knight flooding his dreams. Oswin's mother was also an influential figure in his life. She taught him how to be kind and considerate. She supported him, and their relationship was a close one indeed. Oswin's father retired when Oswin was a young lad, and became a farmer, but nonetheless kept teaching Oswin. Years later, however, Oswin's father took up his sword again, for money was rough, and there was a demand for mercenaries. He was hired into a small group escorting a rich merchant to some city distant from their home. All that returned home though was his armor. Oswin and his mother were torn, but they supported each other through the tough times. This event only increased Oswin's desire to make a name out of himself for his father. Oswin is now 17, and has decided to attempt to enlist. He hopes for a squire position, and prays deeply in his heart for the gods to give him the opportunity he desires.
What are your characters ambitions?: To become a Knight of the Holy Oren Empire, and to travel the realm.
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: That I understand he's a bit older than the traditional squire age, but alas, it is minecraft, and I don't expect it too be too much to handle.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I would approach the poor dwarf and take a gander at his wares, complimenting his work and participate in some small talk. I would then purchase one of his wares and wish him good fortunes in his future. Perhaps we could become friends.
In RP:
Oswin: Good day to you.
Dwarf: Ah, but times are tough. Please take a look, I promise you your time will not be wasted.
Oswin: I doubt it will be. -picks up one of the dwarf's items- What is your name, sir?
(I hope that's enough, wasn't sure of what I was being asked for).
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? If I'm fit to do so, I would approach the two, asking for tranquility. I would introduce myself, and defend the dwarf if the orc becomes too violent. If arms are to drawn, then I would fight on my honor to protect others. Such conflict would be better avoided though.
In RP:
Orc: -pulls out blade in anger- I kill you!
Oswin: -pulls out his blade in response- I warn you, leave before things get ugly. If you dare to stay, prepare yourself! For the Holy Empire!
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I would immediately help the man up, asking him if he was okay. As I help the old man regain his bearings, I would then proceed to pick up his Minas and hand it to him, hopefully in a small sack or cloth I have during my trip. I then ask where the man is heading, and if he is travelling the same direction I am, then I would travel with him. If he were going another way (and if my presence in Malinor isn't necessary), I would offer to escort him to the nearest town.
In RP:
*After the Minas are given back*
Old Man: Thank you very much, young man.
Oswin: Do not worry, good sir, I am glad to help. Say, where are you travelling to?
Old Man: I am heading to Oren, to visit my niece. I'm afraid I may take a while though.
Oswin: Allow me to accompany you, then! I am [Ser] Oswin, [knight/squire/recruit/citizen] of the Holy Empire. A pleasure.
[color=#FF8C00]How old are you?:14[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes because English is my first language.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have played on countless roleplaying minecraft servers.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I have read, and understood the rules.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I was looking for better roleplaying servers, and many websites on the internet have pointing me in the direction towards you.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None, this is my first application [/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...que-gameplay/!:[/color][b][color=#FF8C00] As soon as I have completed this application I will post it immediately. [/color][/b]
[b]Definitions[/b]
[b][/color][/b]
[color=#FF8C00]In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take the role of a character and become that character during the game. I believe that this makes the game more interesting and gives it more depth, to the game.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:[/color][color=#FF8C00]Meta-gaming is when the video gamer uses outside information that effects their playing and their actions in the virtual world. This usually means the game is more in-depth and completed therefore making it more fun to play.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:[/color][b][color=#FF8C00]It is when a player inside a virtual world, does something that another player has not agreed. For example, a player killing another player, or stealing items: Diamond sword, Iron Sword, Fish etc.[/color][/b]
[b]In-Character Details[/b]
[color=#FF8C00]Character Name: Gaelasel[/color][color=#FF8C00]Character Race: Elf[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Gaelasel was born into poverty. Gaelasel’s parents were always buying expensive armor, houses and other luxury’s that they could not afford, so they went bankrupt. They felt bad that Gaelasel had such a horrible life so they always gave her the most food every mealtime. Eventually Gaelasel’s parents died of starvation. Gaelasel, the only child was strong and brave. She went out into the public and survived the best she could. She danced and entertained the other elves and was paid for it. She was happy to be still alive, but she wanted more to life, so she set out into the unknown world for an adventure that would change her poverty and life.
Gaelasel is strong and very brave. She has one downfall, her stubbornness that leads to successful battles as well as extremely stupid ones. Gaelasel is very tall (even for elves), and has long brown hair. She wears poor torn green clothes, but believes that an elves character is the most important. Gaelasel is at the prime of her life and wants to make the most of it.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]What are your characters ambitions?: Gaelasel’s ambitions are to live life to the fullest, always take risks, and to help others that are in the same position that she is.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Here it is, I put it on an attachment. It is the one that LotC forums (the elf female) had with a few changes that I made with MinersNeedCoolShoes.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very good with bows and a remarkable dancer. [/color]
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[color=#FF8C00]Questions[/color]
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
[color=#FF8C00]Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
My response is to help this poor dwarf to the best of my ability. I understand what position he is in and since he is poor, I will help him even though he is a dwarf. I will buy as many of his wares as possible. [/color] [color=#FF8C00]You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?[/color] Gaelasel will fight in the battle because she will jump into any risky and daring situation. The fact that there is no help nearby is irreverent, that just makes it more interesting. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick, looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:
Gaelasel helps the character back up and hands him back the bag. However, Gaelasel does take a few coins, but only enough just to feed her for the day. He helps the man find his way back to where he is heading. She vowed to find the man and return the money she has stolen when she is able.
Minecraft Account Name: NordLord1 How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: PST/U.S.A. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed on previous servers. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have and I do How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend told me about it. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...454#entry655454 Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : I have posted it on the minecraft forums
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you imagine that you are different person in a different world not at all linked to what you are really doing. It is when you fully embody that character and act as if you are that Character. It creates a whole other level of gaming immersion. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is using real world references while roleplaying. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is saying what or how someone responds or does without their consent, for example: "Player1 swings a punch at Player2, Player2 reels back from the punch."
In-Character Details
Character Name: Sorenus di Salvari Character Race: Human Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Sorenus first began when he was born into a small poor merchant family of Calvarus, he lived in the village of Ager inhabited by humans. His father Antonio Calvarus was a hard working man but losing most of the family fortune when his father died, there wasn't much in the ways of luck for him. Once a wealthy family that deserved respect was now the former shell of what it was. Sorenus's father worked hard, barely scraping by to earn money to feed 7 mouths. Sorenus was born into a family of 4 siblings. Early on his younger sister and brother died of the plague. Then his older sister died when she was 6 of drowning in a river. This left only him and his brother Devarii.
Devarii helped his father trade and helped the family earn money while Sorenus was left in the dust and helped his mother. One day Devarii was traveling along the great roads when a desperate highwaymen with nothing left killed Devarii and took his money. Sorenus's mother shortly died of grief after that. Leaving 16 year old Sorenus and his father. 1 year later his father died of stress and grief at the age of 62. The family line was left to Sorenus. Sorenus aimlessly wandered off, trading trinkets here and there to get by and grabbing a bottle of ale and listening to a good tale here and there. Sorenus lost the name of Calvarus along the way.40 years of traveling along the road, the trader then came upon the great land of Asulon. He traveled around and received word that his distant cousins, the di Silvari's. So here Sorenus is, at the doors of Asulon and finally has purpose, and a new opportunity.
What are your characters ambitions?: Sorenus wishes to become a successful merchant.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: If that doesn't work on the minecraft forum just check the LoTC Forum one.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I silently walk over to the poor dwarf, taking pity upon the poor trader, relating so much to how the dwarf thinks and acts just by looking at the dwarf. I put down a small bag of minas for a mechanical construct, obviously much more than its worth the dwarf, clearly surprised by this gesture responds,"I cannot accept your money, I work for an honest pay not to have it handed to me."You and I are similar, we both work for an honest pay barely scraping it by, please accept this money so that I shall know that at least one person has to not suffer the conditions of poverty." I slowly say without even looking up at the dwarf. The dwarf stunned, simply stood silent while I walk away.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I am traveling down the Oren road to one of the other great human cities when he noticed a large Orc threatening a dwarf miner. The miner putting his hand on his small axe at his side, I notice this gesture and realize that he must stop the impending conflict. I step in and slowly speaks out,"Now orc and dwarf, withdraw your weapons and hateful comments so that one may pass through here without conflict ensuring."
"Now look here you human, do not meddle in the lives of others or you shall taste the sting of my sword as well." shouted the Orc in response to my negotiation. I quickly throw a small powder bomb, a small cheap dwarven craft, the Orc not used to this was unable to see allowing the dwarf to escape.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I look at the man and the gold, he kindly says,"Here my man let me help you so that you shall keep your hard-worked earnings with a good heart, use your minas wisely my friend." So I start to help the man up when the old man says,"At least take a coin or two to help you on your travels." I refuse the man's gift and walks away.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
RolePlaying: RolePlaying Acting as a character which you have created and take on the role of him or her.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Metagaming is when you play the game knowing things out of character you aren’t supposed to know about in character and then using this knowledge to give you an unfair advantage. I suppose it’s a bit like watching a film - you know what is happening or what is going to happen, but the main character doesn’t.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
Powergaming/emoting is when you roleplay with another person, but you do it pretty badly, and try and turn the situation to your advantage in a way which just wouldn’t happen in real life. By Powergaming/emoting, you would be claiming that an action was successful and not giving the opponent the opportunity to react. For example I walk up to a man and stab him in the heart saying ‘Yes I killed him’. This would be both against the Lore as you would not be roleplaying, as you have not engaged in conversation, and powergaming as you had not given the opponent the chance to flee or otherwise.
In-Character Details
Character Name:
Leonardo Succett
Character Race:
Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Leonardo, is a young man that is curious and mystrious. He has short brown hair with shining green eyes, he is 6ft 4 in. He is now 25 years of age and still is learning new things everyday.
He was born in the kingdom of Oren. His parents own a shop in town and were not the richest of people. They wanted the best for Leonardo and raised him as a civilized human being. Leonardo learned how to use a bow and he used it often when hunting with his fellows in the forest.
At the age of 14, Leonardo's parents decided to engage him as a vendor in their shop. He was doing a very good job, and his parents had a pretty good reason to be proud of him. They trained him in being what they saw as one of the best merchants in town, he knew how to interact with most types of clients and could sell just about any item in the shop.
On a normal day when Leonardo was working, a man in a hooded cloak enters the shop. Everything looks OK until the hooded man point's his sharp short sword towards Leonardo's throat. The man told Leonardo to give him all the minas in the shop's bank. Leonardo stressed by the situation, had no other choice than giving him all the minas that he had. He thought it was the best option. The hooded man took the minas and left quickly. When his parents found out what happen, they were happy that he controlled the situation without being hurt by the man but they were also disappointed that he let the man take the minas that they had. This moment in his life taught him that even merchants job can be adventurous and dangerous at some points.
At the age of 18 Leonardo was walking through the woods when he decide to leave his family and start a new life as a Ranger, so he walks home says good bye to his parents and grab his bow, his sword, some arrows and food. He went to see if his friends were willing to come with him, but most of them said the would rather pass so they could keep there peaceful lives as farmers and merchants.
At the age of 20 Leonardo was forced to flee Ageis to go to Asulon because Ageis was falling into the nether and the world was crumbling. After he got to Asulon he ventured long and traveled far and wide. There were not many cities or kingdoms at the time. So the land was fresh and plentiful, Leonardo though looking for adventure thought about settling down for awhile in a small cottage in the middle of a forest. But he realized that people would be far from each other at first so he decided to keep on going until he could find some civilization.
Today, he's a Ranger and Mercenary of the mountains , staying the night at inns and taverns. He left his home to fulfill his dream, being an Adventurer. He's never been as motivated , and will do anything to continue onwards with the help of the people he meets on his journey. He got more friends, and still talks with his family. He enjoys helping people everyday and likes to drink some Ale with his friends that he met and with the ones he finds!
What are your characters ambitions?:
To be accepted into the world and be a great leader of a pack of Rangers and to own his own nation some day.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Just abit more of his phyical apperence. He is 6ft 4in. Short dark brown hair. Green gleaming eyes. Lighter skin tone. Average body build.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I look over to the poor old dwarf and listen to what he is selling. Then I slowy walk over to him and say "Good day to you sir!" He responds with "Good day to you to! What can I get you?" I stand there and think for a moment. "Get me some of yuor finest animal skins." I replied. He stood there in astonishment then said "Right away kind sir!" He suffled to the back of his shop and came back with a large pelt. "That will be 33 Minas sir" he said. I take my coin pouch and grab 68 Minas and hand them to him. "Here is a tip for you and your generousity" I say with a kind smile then I take my pelt and then I go on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I run over to the situation and ask "What is going on here!" "None of your business Human!" Shouts the Orc. "This is all of much my business as I am a citizen of the Holy Oren Empire and you are on its grounds Orc." The dwarf looks up to me and says "This beast lost a bet with me and wants him money back!" "Ah, so thats is it" I reply. The dwarf nods. "Then be on your way Orc. You lost and he won fair and square!" The ORc looked at the Dwarf and I and said to the Dwarf "This is not over yet". Then he walks away.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I look around to see if there is anyone else around to help. It appears there is none. So I go over and see if the old man need medical attention. It appears not, so I help the man up and walk him over to a tree sand say "Sit now, my elder. I will go gather your Minas for you." The old man sits and rests. I go over to the coins. I shove some in my pocket as my reward, then I glance over my shoulder to see if he was watching. The old mans head is looking down towards the ground. I finish cleaning up the the coins and give them back to him. Then I ask "Where were you heading elder?" The man replies with only a point of his finger. He is pointing down the road. "So to Malinor then?" the man slowly nods his head. "Then lets be on our way, I will get you to a tavern there and they can look after you there." I lift up the man and grab a sturfy stick so he can use it to support his weight on the other side. Then off we go down the road to Malinor.
Minecraft Account Name: Demonakinale
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+12/New Zealand
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, Enlgish is my first language.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I've played roleplaying maps on WCIII and was a member of clan AORP in Dungeons and Dragons Online.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have fully understood the rules and agree to them as well.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I've heard of Lord of the Craft through browsing the server list on Minestatus.com.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry640222
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft.../page__st__1760 <-- Yes, I've posted it on the Minecraft Forum.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you act as a character in an unreality world.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when you benefit your in-game character with knowledge that you know in person. Example: I know there is a chest full of diamonds in an area my character doesn't know and I take them.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is to do something to someone/thing which does not enable them to react from the action. Example: I grab my sword and chop Arthur's head off, killing him in the process.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Dreth Harper
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Dreth Harper lived in Arethor, capital of the Holy Oren Empire with his family of 3. When Harper was at the age of 5, his father and his crew went on a voyage and is now presumed dead after not returning for 24 years. At the age of 7 Dreth became very interested in the art of one-handed sword combat and begged his mother to allow him to take apprenticeship from a local sword trainer. When he was 10, he entered the junior tournament at the arena but failed, only to retry when he turned 11 and win. At the age of 15, Dreth's mother caught a horrible sickness, and after 7 months of agonising pain, she passed away. By the time of her passing, Dreth was 16.
Dreth became independant and found a job at the local inn. He also stayed at the inn and paid the rent from his salary. He worked there for many years but quit the job when he turned 21 to pursue the peaceful life with a family, but failed to do so. During the same year, he took an interest in mercenary work and was quite successful, and now, at the age of 27, he wishes to pursue his life goal, to join the Oren Lances.
Dreth is a muscly man, slightly bigger than the average man. He is also quite strong. He has medium-lengthed blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He has a blonde moustache and small beard.
Dreth has a gentle and kind heart, and is incredibly loyal. But war is his home. He welcomes war, he loves the sound of metal and steel clashing, and the sound of enemies scream in agonising death. But he can control his love of war and is disciplined to obey his superiors.
What are your characters ambitions?: To join the Oren Lances and serve Emperor Godfrey I to the fullest.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I listen to the Dwarf, and hear what he has to sell. I become interested in a certain item he's selling, and move towards him and his wares. I gently push through the small crowd and begin looking at the dwarf's wares. "I heard you're selling an artifact, some sort of Silver Medallion?" I ask the dwarf.
The dwarf responds, "Yes, found it on a trip on the way here, it was by some ruins I stumbled upon as I rested."
I nod and ask hastenly, "I don't see it on the table, where is it?" The dwarf smiles and reaches below the table and pulls up a chest. He then unlocks the chest with his key and opens it. He pulls out a shiny, gleaming and silver medallion. "Here it is, she's a beauty ain't it?"
I ask, "How much, name your price"
The dwarf responds, "Ehh...how's 500 minas?"
"500? Really? You...you could use a bit more than 500, how's 700 Minas? For a kind and, don't take offense, poor dwarf like you."
"My, 700 Minas, sure! If you're able to pay."
I grab a pouch of minas and begin counting. I hand over the minas along with the sack and say, "That should amount to a little over 700, you can keep them all."
"Most gracious of you, and here, your medallion." says the dwarf in a soft voice.
"Thank you dwarf, may you have a bright future ahead of you." I say to the dwarf. I then take my leave and continue my journey.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I draw my sword with an anticipation of battle, and move slowly towards the duo. As I move closer, I hear the orc demanding jewellery from the dwarf. I shout, "Stand back Orc, you will not steal from anyone tonight."
"Stay away Human, this is no concern of you, only me and the dwarf." says the orc.
"Help me please, this orc is wanting my gems." begs the dwarf. The orc whacks the face of the dwarf with his big hands, and unsheathed his battle mace. I reach for my shield on my back and hold it on my left arm. "Orc, you are in the territory of the Holy Oren Empire, you will leave before I must slay you." I speak calmly.
The orc becomes nervous, and panics. He looks at the dwarf, and back at me. "If any of you scum follow me, you're a dead man!" The orc exclaims as he takes off into the far distance. I jog to the assaulted dwarf and ask, "Are you injured, dwarf?"
"No, no, I'm fine, but I must thank you for saving me. I was worried there, I sunk my entire life in collecting these priceless gems, they were almost taken from me...thanks again." says the dwarf.
"It was no problem dwarf, farewell." I then continue my travels to Arethor.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I look at the old man and quickly head towards him, I then ask, "Are you alright sir, are you injured in any way?"
"The minas...get the minas." says the frail old man
I turn my attention to the minas, and start gathering them off the stone ground.
"There...there should be a total of 32 minas." says the old man.
I hear the old man, and continue picking up the minas. "Sir, I've only found 29 minas, are you sure you had 32?"
The old man tries to avoid eye contact and mutters, "Yes...yes...I had 32."
I begin to feel suspicion towards the old man and say, "Sir, there is no need to lie, I can lend you minas if you truly need it."
The old man looks at me and his eyes widen, he says, "Free minas? Oh...but of course, for an old man like me, thank you youngling."
I then give him back the 29 minas, and reach for my pouch. I take out 10 minas and hand it over to him. "Use the extra minas well sir." I say to the old man.
Before I leave, I chop off a thick and durable branch from a nearby oak tree with my iron sword, and hand it to the old man. I help the old man to his feet and ask, "Before I depart sir, do you know the way to Arethor? The Capital of the Holy Oren Empire."
"Arethor...Arethor...I'm afraid not...I'm not from the Holy Oren Empire." says the old man.
I respond, "I understand, farewell sir, and safe travels."
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[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of roleplaying [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Roleplaying is the act of playing a game as something you are not in real life (necessarily).
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of meta[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]gaming [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Meta-gaming in roleplay is the action of being out of character, such as gaining knowledge outside the imediate area.
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#000000] your own words[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] define what the act of power[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]emoting [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Power emoting is an unruly act of an "emote" preventing or lessening another player's actions, enough said.
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[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]In[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Details[/color][color=#666600][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Name[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Ean-nathair[/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Race[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]Dargon (As ean-nathiar in Old Irish means dragon-bird, which is modernly known as the cockatrice)
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Character[/color][color=#000000] biography [/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Make[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]this[/color][color=#000000] at least [/color][color=#006666]2[/color][color=#000000] paragraphs [/color][color=#000088]long[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] which must explain your character[/color][color=#666600]’[/color][color=#000000]s history[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] appearance[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] personality[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] age [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] any other details you deem necessary[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color]I am Ean-nathiar, a cunning, sly cockatrice. I come from the deep, and scorching part of our home volcano. Summoned by Velketzar to watch over the actions of the humans. My history is not a happy one, for I was beaten as a chick, forced to join an army at the age of 4, and almost killed in battle. That battle gave me a scar in my side for my whole, long, suffering life. I was taken in my crippled state and put under the wing of Velketzar.
[/color][color=#666600]I am multi-personalitied, as caused by my harsh childhood. I have a feeling of care when I see those in need, though when I see tose who are boastful, I lash out and have no thoughts except, "Die! You have no place!". This is both a weakness and a strength in battle, and makes me weak when it comes to detecting spies. Because of my species, my current age is about 150 in human years, which is only about 20 in cockatrice years. Some of my abilities include transformation, which can only be in the exact form of one of a human, elf, orc, or dwarf. Only the most powerful can see my true fom when diguised.
[[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] are your characters ambitions[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]]My ambitions are to watch the actions of humans, annihilating any human that interferes with my plans. Only to be stopped by those in need.
[/color][color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Please[/color][color=#000000] provide an [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]game screenshot of your skin here[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color]Sadly, my computer is a pain in the butt and cant put screenshots online [color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Is[/color][color=#000000] there anything [/color][color=#000088]else[/color][color=#000000] you would like to say about your character[/color][color=#666600]:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]Other that I am absolutely beast, no.
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Open[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Response[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#660066]Questions[/color][color=#666600][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]b[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Each[/color][color=#000000] question here must be answered [/color][color=#000088]with[/color][color=#000000] a minimum of one full paragraph[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] detail the scene you are given [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] the way it would happen [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] roleplay[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]These[/color][color=#000000] questions should be answered [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] first person[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Be[/color][color=#000000] detailed[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]not[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]short[/color][color=#666600].[/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]center[/color][color=#666600]][/color]
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Upon[/color][color=#000000] entering the [/color][color=#660066]Mighty[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Human[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]City[/color][color=#000000] of [/color][color=#660066]Arethor[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you come across a shop[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000000]keeper calling [/color][color=#000088]out[/color][color=#000000] to sell his wares to passers[/color][color=#666600]-[/color][color=#000088]by[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]The[/color][color=#000000] shopkeeper [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]not[/color][color=#000000] a [/color][color=#660066]Human[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] he [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] a poor dwarf looking to make a living [/color][color=#000088]in[/color][color=#000000] a [/color][color=#000088]new[/color][color=#000000] city[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] your response[/color][color=#666600]?[/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/color] I go up to the shopkeeper. "What do you have to sell? I am always up for a good deal." The dwarf looks up at me, "I am a trader of swords, axes, and staffs. Now may I help you?" I look down at the dwarf, I see that he is in dirty and awful peasant clothing, and ask, "No, you cannot help me, but I believe I can help you. You need better clothes, after all, it's very cold out here and those rags are very thin. Let me get some silk for you."
I go to another shop near his, and fortunately, they sell silk clothing. I pick a robe embroidered in black, sewn on purple, in the design of an enderman. Not only that, but in a shop known all around Asulon. I buy the clothes for the poor dwarf, and give them to him. "Thank you, I am evermost grateful! Here, have this, it is a diamond sword forged and enchanted by my people." I look at the dwaf strangely, wondering why he wanted to give me something. "I don't want anything in return, you needed that robe. Think of it as a memory of me."
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]You[/color][color=#666600]’[/color][color=#000000]re wandering the [/color][color=#660066]Oren[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]Road[/color][color=#000000] late at night[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]when[/color][color=#000000] a large [/color][color=#660066]Orc[/color][color=#000000] begins to threaten a nearby dwarf[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]There[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]is[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]no[/color][color=#000000] help nearby[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] the situation looks like it will escalate [/color][color=#000088]into[/color][color=#000000] violence soon[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] what does your character [/color][color=#000088]do[/color][color=#666600]?[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color] I run up to the escalating fight, only to see that they both look at me disgustingly. "Stop fighting now! I don't want to hurt anyone! Leave each others' paths!" The orc walks up to me slowly. "Why should we? Why can't we? You're just a puny human!" I look at the orc as if I was facing a practice dummy, and I kill the confronting orc.
[color=#666600][[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]=[/color][color=#008800]"#FF8C00"[/color][color=#666600]][/color][color=#660066]Whilst[/color][color=#000000] walking down the road to [/color][color=#660066]Malinor[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you stumble upon an old man[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]His[/color][color=#000000] walking stick [/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] looks weak [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] frail[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] just [/color][color=#000088]as[/color][color=#000000] you are about to ask something[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] the stick breaks[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] the man falls to the ground[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]As[/color][color=#000000] he falls down[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] a bag of [/color][color=#660066]Minas[/color][color=#000000] falls to the ground[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#000088]and[/color][color=#000000] splits open[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]As[/color][color=#000000] you watch the multiple coins spill [/color][color=#000088]out[/color][color=#666600],[/color][color=#000000] you peer down at the defenceless man[/color][color=#666600].[/color][color=#000000] [/color][color=#660066]What[/color][color=#000000] does your character [/color][color=#000088]do[/color][color=#666600]?:[/[/color][color=#000000]color[/color][color=#666600]][/[/color][color=#000000]i[/color][color=#666600]][/color]As I look down at the man, I ask him in sympathy, "Are you ok?! Here, let me help you out." I pick up split bag of minas and empty it. I then put the minas in with a spare bag with 100 minas already in it. "Thank you *cough* very much." I pick up the man, and carry him to a hospital.
Minecraft Account Name:
RacistAsianDude
How old are you?:
I'm a jolly 13 year old.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
GMT -6:00, USA
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:
Yes, I do
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:
Yes, HoG.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:
Read, understood and 50% memorized, because they are standard RP rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
HoG minichat
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/77992-my-application/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78065-racistasiandudes-whitelist-app/page__p__657837#entry657837
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
Roleplaying: Playing on a virtual or make-believe world, playing as your character, staying as him, not yourself, and having fun. (The last part wasn't needed, but I added it anyway.)
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
MetaGaming: Using outside info to make your character sound or act like a seer/magician who sees other world (real life). Basically, having info your char shouldn't know.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
PowerGaming: Giving your char a power you shouldn't have. Like making your char eat leave blocks then everyone will have to bow down to him.
Character Name:
Racasdu
Character Race:
Elf, WoodeElf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Thwing!
"Yes! Uncle! I hit the middle point!"
A cough racks out. "Yes. yes, you did...but thats not the exact middle, is it? He managed to croak out. My uncle Aelfric, had cultured me from birth, to be an archer and swordsman. With all the kindness he shown me, how could I refuse? Another racking cough, more serious than any of the others, sounded out. I rushed to our home.
We live near the beautiful city of Laurelin. We are hidden by the woods, but near enough to come and go quickly enough. Not much people know of our existence, but we like it this way. We live in a great tree that was gently carved out, each little sliver was filled with it's pain, it's sorrow, but we had to have to live, so we slowly carved it out, hurting inside as we hurt the tree.
"Uncle!" I rushed inside the little modest building, taking a moments indecision, of whether to go to my uncle first, or the restroom. I chose the first. when I ran in there, he was leaning on the windowsill, heaving over the side. "Uncle!" I cried out again.
He glanced at me, with his silvery gray eyes and spoke. It was stronger than the last few months. I felt my heart surge up. Then his words depleted my heart of the hopefulness I had felt.
"I'm dieing, Racasdu."
My heart plummited. "Uncle! Don't say such fowl things! We can get you help, we can!"
His steely eyes stared into me, boring holes in my soul. "I'm dieing!" He said with certainity. "I am and I know it!"
"But my trainin-"
"Your training is finished! You are as good as I can make you. Now, I want to you to do some things, like have fun with your life, you are still young! You shall not grieve over my death! You hear me?" Then he huffed, I know that this effort was nearly killing him. "Lea-leave, I need a little rest. LEAVE!"
My heart was broken, but I slinked away. Secretly, I was a little happy, as with the restroom problem.
[The next day]
"Uncle?" I asked timidly. He had been so quiet the night before, but in the nights past, he had broken in uncontrollable fits of coughing. Thankfully, his bedding shifted.
"Come here, boy."
I inched over and grasped his hand."Uncle-Are you okay? I have thought this over, and decided I will do what ever you want me to do." This was true. My eyes welled with tears, as I thought about what might-no, will happen, I thought to myself as I steeled my heart.
"I want you to have a adventure, leave this little wood, and journey. There are friends to make, wifes to get, guilds to join- remember, the focus is to do good. As long as you do that, I will be happy." As he said this, his voice became increasingly soft. I strained to hear his last words. " I want you to stay with me..."
He looked deep into my unsual golden eyes, and slid his hand across my face. I suddenly felt the my deep tan from spending so much time in the forest heat up. His hand stopped on my unblemished forhead, but continued onto my matt of hair, thick and black. I tried to hold my tears back, but they gushed out uncontrollably. He finally closed his eyelids. I stayed with him.
His breath became soft. A soft patter-patter against my heart. His life finally slipped, and I sat there, and against his last wishes, I grieved.
I later cremated his body, buried his remains under his favorite oak, and added a sign "Here lies Aelfric_Shadowborne, beloved uncle of Racasdu, Rest In Peace, uncle."
I slowly walked away to the east.
What are your characters ambitions?:
To journey and have fun, what ever Aelfric wanted.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Nope
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
"Mister? What is it that you are selling?" I was struck by the unfairness of him being so poor, with nary a glance from any passerbys.
"Stone Swords? Sticks?" He asked hopefully.
I handed him some minas and stard walking away. "Keep it." He rushed over to me, trying to keep up.
"I can't! That would be dishonest!"
"Keep it! You shouldn't be so poor!" I sprinted away, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I hurriedly sprinted over the two young men.
"Hey! Stop fighting! This is a puclic road, you should be ashamed of yourselves!"
The two of them at each other, then nodded. I thought they had listened to me. I turned around, and was rewarded with two war cries.
"Yaaargh!"
"Gaaaaaah!"
When I woke up, all my stuff had been taken.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I walked over to the man, and cradled his head. "Are you ok?" He faintly nodded, and his eyes flickered. I slowly let his head to a rest, and gathered his minas. I put them in a bag, and fashioned him another stick.
"Tha-thank you!" He croaked out.
"You're welcome."
"Here." He handed me the bag of minas, and hobbled off.
"Wait!" But he was already out of sight.
Minecraft Account Name: Blockcraft1234
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States Of America
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: On this old RP server I used to play on, it was going to get shutdown and people on the forums said they were moving here
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I believe it has been deleted, it was over a year ago or close to it
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Yes
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of taking the role of a character you have created and taking his/hers roles or jobs
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using out of game information to benefit you in the RP environment
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:The act of "Roleplaying out" ridiculously powerful things, such as saying "Casts a Giant Flame spell and burns down the town"
Character Name: Guarger
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Guarger came from a farmer family on the outskirts of Asulon, the nearby monastery delivered Guarger when the time had come, for the first 2 years life was good for Guarger, but soon bandits running from the law had soon invaded the forest where Guarger and his parents had lived, the monastery urged Joseph(Guarger's father) and Elizabeth(Guarger's mother) to leave the farm and take refuge in the monastery till the danger of the bandits had passed, Joseph refused and the monastery soon locked up, bandits had been seen outlining the farm, for the first couple of days the bandits were seen but did not bother Joseph as he had been working on the farm, but he did not know that secretly they were planning to invade his farm, at twilight the bandits would attack day after day after day, Joseph put up quite a fight, but by the end of the week Joseph was tired and was becoming weary, Joseph quickly ran inside during an attack and told Elizabeth to take Guarger to the monastery Elizabeth did as told and knocked on the big wooden doors and left Guarger there, she ran back to see her husband one last time, the next day the monks heard crying outside the walls and opened them to find Guarger, they quickly took a small party and ran to the farm, all that was left were charred ruins of a farm, along with the dead bodies of Guarger's father and mother, Guarger was then raised by the monks for the next 16 years, he earned quite an education and swordsmanship, as long as many other skills, though he seldom left the safety of the walls of the monastery, by the time he was 18 he had brown hair, blue eyes, a tough body set, and was very adventerious, his curiosity always got the best of him, by this time the monks knew it was time for him to head into the dangerous mainland of Asulon, Guarger was excited that he would finally leave the walls, he gathered up his stuff and headed for the nearest landmark, The Sanctuary.
What are your characters ambitions?: His ambitions are commonly to cure his curiosity, explore new places, and to one day become a powerful official
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/668808/me/(tell me if I need to change the shirt and pants)
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: No
I walk up to the stand and observe the dwarf's wares, I see cooking utensils, broken pieces of wood, pickaxes and sword's, I ask the man why he sells things no one wants and he tells me "It is all i have, please buy something" I reach into my pocket and pull out 5 Mina's and hand them to the dwarf and I proceed into the city.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I walk up to the Orc and ask him why he is threatening the dwarf, the Orc responds "Stay out of this filthy human" I walk in between the Orc and the dwarf shielding the dwarf from possible harm, I put my hand on my sword ready for a possible fight, the Orc however does not go for his sword and steps back, "Have it your way you stupid human" and the Orc begins to walk away, the dwarf looks at me and quickly saids "Thank you so much sir please take these" he hands me 10 Mina's and heads the opposite direction of the Orc.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Mina's falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:
I look upon the man with pity, I pick him up and hand his broken walking stick to him, I put my knees on the ground and pick up his fallen Mina's and I tear a piece of cloth off of my shirt and wrap the Mina's in it and hand it to the man, I then walk the man home, when I get to his house he saids slowly "Thank you sir" "Please take these Mina's as a thank you gift" I accept the gift and walk away.
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -8
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I have spoken English my whole life.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed many times before.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read and understand the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I have herd of Lord of the Craft by my friend who plays on the server so I am joining him.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I have not amde any other applications.
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : I am doing it right now.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is a person acting as there character they have made or were placed as.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is an Out of Character action that is set by the environment of the game.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: This is the action of a character that is performing for another character might not be ready for responding.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Treck Clafor
Character Race: Elf, High Elf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Treck Clafor is a white haired high elf who was born in the elven city of Haelun’or also known as the Silver City. When Treck was born his father had left him and his mother, and then on Treck was raised by his mother. Treck didn’t understand the events that were going on in his life because he was merely an infant. In his early years of childhood Treck never knew what happened to his father, so one day he asked her. He could see that his mother didn’t want to talk about it so walked away still wondering where his father was. A few years later Treck one day saw a man on the door step he asked “Who are you dear stranger?”
“I am you father son.” said the man smiling at Treck. Over joyed Treck ran out the door and hugged his father and so did his mother, and it was then that Treck knew that he had a complete family.
In Treck’s teen years his life was finally becoming better, but his mother had become ill and the doctors had no idea what sickness she had. At the same time Treck’s dad was pulled out to fight in the war to enemies from far lands. Treck stayed with his mother for days and hoped that she would get better, but that wasn’t the case. When Treck’s father he rushed to go see Treck’s mom before she was expected to die, and they talked for hours until Treck saw his mother close her eyes and drift into death. Treck didn’t want to believe that his mother that raised him from birth was dead so he kept yell for doctor to help her, but the doctor told him that she’s gone. He screamed and cried for someone to save her but no one listened. Finally his dad went to him and said “You have a caring personality for everyone and helping too, but your mother is gone.” Treck had finally stopped his fuss and he and his father went home.
Years have then passed and Treck was finally mature and able to leave his house where now him and his father lived. His father knew he was leaving so he gave Treck so he gave him his bow “This is a gift from me to you.” Treck’s father said. Before Treck left he hugged his dad and left his childhood house to face the world in front of him. A high elf about seven feet tall who is able to hold a bow, and also good with making friends. With his platinum colored hair and with his father’s bow and his leaf colored cloths would take his adventure to many different lands.
What are your characters ambitions?: Treck became very skilled with his father’s bow and is trained to become swift.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: [Imgur](http://i.imgur.com/CdCTJ)
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Treck becomes very emotional when some is talking about their mother.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?:
On Treck’s journey he comes across a poor dwarf selling items in the city. Treck has visions of his mom in his head and thinks to himself ‘If I don’t help him he would die out here with no food or medicine.’ So Treck decided to ask the dwarf what he is selling. The dwarf was happy to see his first guest to the shop and he laid down the items he sells. Treck looks at the items and finally decides to buy a sword from the dwarf, and so Treck put down a bag of coins and went off.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?:
Treck didn’t feel like stopping that night to rest so he continued down Oren road. Suddenly he sees a Orc threatening a dwarf a few paces in front of him. So he runs to them before things get violent and tries to stop them. He then says “Men can’t we all be chaps?” but they still don’t answer him and he keeps trying asking them. Soon the Orc was about to launch one punch at the dwarf so Treck pulled up his bow and said “Let him be!” and at that moment the Orc said “I’ll get ye next time dwarf and your friend elf too.” After this speech he ran off into the dark of the night. The dwarf gave his thanks to the elf and went his merry way down the Oren road.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
Treck see an old man on the ground with no one to help him get up. At this time Treck runs to the man and picks him up from his fall and places him somewhere he can sit. He will then run to the money and give the money to the poor old man and says “You should save up for a new stick sir.” So Treck carries him to a near shop so he could buy a new stick. After the man buys a new walking he walks away to continue his journey to where ever the road may go.
Minecraft Account Name: KellyQuinn
How old are you?: Sixteen
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: -6 / USA
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, yes, and yes.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Minecraft Forum.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78145-application-kelly-quinn/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78182-d-kelly-quinns-2nd-attempt/
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting the role of some one else, usually in a theatre or RPG, but also can be defined in psycology as filling a social role, not acting like your self around your friends, co workers, etc.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Say I heard something out-of-character that my character norally wouldn't know in-character. I can't use that information to affect my desicions in-game, other wise that is meta-gaming, and that is bad.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when you force something to happen. Say someone i didn't like was near me, and we got in an argument. It would be power emoting if I said *Kills (Player)*. But if i say attempts to kill, or swings sword at, or readies bow to shoot (player), then it is not, because they have time to react. Power emoting is also when some one swings at you and hits you, but you say *dodges attack* or similar.
Character Name: Kelly Quinn (Kell, Kellz, etc.)
Character Race: Mali'ame
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Kelly was born 162 years ago in Normandor. Her mother died in childbirth, and never got to meet the newborn Kelly. Her father was somewhat of an important figure in the government, always busy, but still had plenty of time for his daughter. loved her very much, being as though she was his last child. He gave her all of his attention, gifts and love. 144 years later, roughly that of a 16 year old human, her father died of cancer. Grief took over her whole life. She couldn't get out of bed for nearly 18 years, all she did was eat, sleep, and go to the restroom. Then one day when she was particularly restless, she got to thinking. I'm such a lazy bum... i should get up and read the news. See whats happening lately. She walked into town to the notice board. She sees plenty of notices, but is very uninterested in the lot. She looks around town, and likes what she sees. She missed the fresh air and all the people bustling about. She likes to watch people work and work herself, although she hasn't worked in 18 years. She's always been somewhat of a follower, always following her father around to help with fixing the house, doing chores, collecting, and mining. She thinks of herself as a follower and frowns. She doesn't want to be a follower... Her father wasn't. Why should she be? She'll be a leader like he was in the government. No... she'll be better! She has to fit in her father's shoes now, she can't afford to waste any more time wallowing in her own tears. Instead she'll wallow in sweat and hard work. She WILL be a leader. ( I tried to find lore but couldn't find much. I'll have to ask around in-game.)
Kelly has blonde hair and green eyes. She is wearing thick green cloth in the form of a skirt and a top. She has a quiver, boots, and a headband. She tries to make everyone happy, is tough in the sense that she doesn't want anyone to see weakness in her, and is very fun and loving when she gets comfortable around you. She hates conflict but can usually deal with it calmly, unless it is personal to her. She still gets depressed sometimes, but can get through it by thinking of all her father has done for her and everyone else.
What are your characters ambitions?: To become someone of importance.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I would feel sorry for him, and possibly offer to buy something. Maybe chat with him a while about his struggles. I would be very nice to him, to raise his confidence and offer him a piece of bread i bought to energize him for yelling out his wares and such. I would stand there and eat for a little while, and after i'm sure he's doing better, i'd be on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I would pull out any weapon i had and fight him so the dwarf could get away, then, being quick on my feet, I would flee too, knowing I can't beat an Orc in a melee fight. If I had a bow and arrows though, I would most definitely kill him if i even thought he was going to lay a hand on a defenseless dwarf.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I would rush over to him and help him up, dust him off, and collect his coins for him. I would insist he take them back if he offered them to me, but if he honestly sounded like it would make him happy for me to take them, i would. Then I would tell him to wait here, and go searching for a fallen branch to use as a walking stick.
Minecraft Account Name:tommyyellow
How old are you?:14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:EST
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes I do.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Planetminecraft and another rp server.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when yhou act as a charcter or another person and hold charcter through scenarios or events.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta gaming is when you use information you learned out of character or game in charcter.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Poweremoting is when you give your charcter unfair powers such as "freezes player in place helplessly" and making the game unfair to others.
Character Name:Thoralt Steelhand
Character Race:Dwarf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: *Cling…pang…clink…clang* “Papa? What are you making?” “A sword, Thoralt. A sword so that I may fight.” “Can I help Papa?” “No son. This requires strong hands.” “But I have strong hands.” *laughing* “Why yes you do. Now go run along and play with your brothers.” “Okay papa!” These were the words Thoralt thought of when he thought of his father. His father was the best blacksmith in his village. He could make anything out of metal. Well at least Thoralt thought.
*flashback* “But why do you have to leave papa? Why can’t you stay?” *Kneels down to Thoralt* “I must go fight for what we believe. Now Thoralt, you take good care of your mother when I’m gone. Be kind to your brothers. Make sure this house is in working order.” “I will papa!” “Good. Now don’t worry about me. I’ll be home before you know it.” These were the last words Thoralt spoke to his father. His father had to go fight the orcs that threatened their village. This village held a rich diamond mine and the orcs wanted it or themselves. So the village gathered all of its strongest warriors and sent them to fight.
As the dwarves marched into battle, Thoralt’s father led them with his sword, glistening with the blood of slain orcs. He led them to the orc fort, built just on the outskirts of the village. This was the dwarfs’ last stand. They were creeping ever closer. The orcs were dwindling in numbers. When they reached within firing distance for the crossbows, Thoralt turned to his men and screamed “We will take this fort and kill all that inhabit it!” The dwarves yelled with the excitement of finally slaying the orcs that attacked them. Just as Thoralt’s father turned to charge in, a lone orc in a guard tower fired a single arrow into his throat. He died within minutes. His men charged in and slayed the orcs, thus ending the war.
When Thoralt heard an old dwarf talking to his mother at the door one stormy night, he came out from his loft and asked his mother, “Where’s papa?” She answered, “Papa won’t be here for a while. Now go back to bed. Your papa is safe now.”
*Many years later* “Mother! Is breakfast ready?” “Almost Thoralt!” Thoralt was now 15. He was patching a hole in the roof, torn open by a bad wind storm that night. “Thoralt! Breakfast is ready!” “Finally.” Thoralt thought to himself. He climbed down from the roof and went inside. Inside, his two brothers sat eating fresh eggs and pork. He sat down and ate. He asked his mother where the pork had come from. “That strange old elf across the hill.” She said. “He is an odd one, but he cares about those pigs of his.”
After he finished breakfast, Thoralt went out and walked to the blacksmith. At this point, Thoralt was an apprentice at the blacksmith. He went in and put the sword he had been forging into the coals. As he saw the steel burn white hot, He pulled it out and placed it on the anvil. He picked up his hammer and hammered at the steel, slowly shaping it. Many hours later, he had finished the sword. He brought it out to the blacksmith who was talking to a customer. The customer was the strange elf who lived on the other side of the hill. As he brought it out, the elf looked behind the blacksmith at Thoralt. He stopped the blacksmith and said, “Boy, did you make that sword?” “Yes.” Thoralt replied. The elf said, “How much do you want or that sword?” “How about 25 gold pieces?” the blacksmith said. The elf replied, “Why surely a blade of that quality deserves more than that!” The elf threw Thoralt a small pouch that held 50 gold pieces. Thoralt said thank you and the elf left.
After the elf was well out of sight, the blacksmith called Thoralt to the back. He said, “Boy, how did you make that sword?” “The same way as always.” Thoralt said. “No, no. That blade was different. It was sharper. Harder. It seems like a familiar make.” Tharalt sat there with a blank expression. Finally the blacksmith said, “Tomorrow, I want you to come in extra early and make something for me. I will give you the materials when you arrive. Now go home and rest boy. You have much work to do in the morning!”
Thoralt went home, ate, and slept. In the morning, even skipping breakfast, Thoralt ran to the blacksmith. When he arrived, the blacksmith handed him a large sack of pinging little gems. Thoralt said, “What’s this?” The blacksmith replied, ”Diamonds. The most valuable resource when making a blade. They make the blade harder, sharper, and most importantly more valuable. Now what I want you to do is make a blade the same way you made last night. And when you finish, you coat the blade in these.” “Understood.” Thoralt said. There were many diamonds in the sack. Enough to coat hundreds of blades.
That day, Thoralt did something more daring than anyone in the village had ever done. He melted down the sack of diamonds and forged a chestplate. He then forged a pair of boots, a helmet, and some leggings. To top it off, He forged the most beautiful sword the village had ever laid eyes on. When the blacksmith came to the forge to check on his progress, his jaw dropped. At the sight of this the blacksmith came over and gave Thoralt a pat on the back and said, “I don’t know how you did this but you must do it again.” “Why?” Thoralt asked. “This set of armor will sell for thousands of gold pieces!” The blacksmith sighed. “Thoralt, do you know how your father died?” “He died at war.” Thoralt said quickly. “Yes, but how?” “I do not know.” Thoralt replied. “He wore armor that could be pierced by a well-placed arrow. The reason why I tell you this is that the orcs are back in greater numbers. They threaten this village with the numbers and weapons and if we do not do something, they will kill us all! That is where this armor comes in. This armor will protect us!” Thoralt stood there, paralyzed by what he heard. Finally Thoralt came to his senses and said, “Get me more diamonds. I will make armor for all the soldiers.” “That’s the idea boy!”
Over the next 2 months, Thoralt forged 50 sets of diamond armor with a sword to match. When he finished the last one, he let out a sigh of relief. The blacksmith came in with a few soldiers and said, “Thoralt these men want to ask you something.” One of the soldiers said, “Yes. We would like you to lead the charge. In your father’s honor.” Thoralt hesitated. “Do you think I will be safe?” With that armor you will!” another soldier said. “Then I will lead the charge.” Thoralt said. “Good. We go to war in three days.” a soldier said. The soldiers left and the blacksmith came over to Thoralt. “You are very brave Thoralt. Your father would be proud.” the blacksmith said. The blacksmith walked out, leaving Thoralt alone.
The next morning, Thoralt was about to leave for the blacksmith when his mother stopped him at the door. She said to him, “You should have this.” She handed him a sword. “It was your father’s.” Thoralt stood there holding the sword and the sheath. His mother kissed him on the forehead and walked away. Thoralt strapped the sheath to his belt and walked to the blacksmith. As soon as he got there, he saw a small sack with his name on it. He opened it to find lots of diamonds. No one was there. Thoralt walked to the forge and smelted the diamonds. He unsheathed his father’s sword and stuck it in the pool of liquid diamond. He pulled it out and hammered the diamond, making it fit the blade. As he finished, he could see that he missed a spot of the blade. Without thinking, with many years of repetitions, he hammered at the exposed spot of the blade. As he connected, the blade shattered, revealing a pure diamond blade, engraved with gold and iron. As Thoralt held it up, it began to glow with a strange light. He knew this glow. The night the strange elf bought the sword he made, he saw the sword in his sheath glow. He knew his father had left this sword for him and he placed it back into the sheath.
*Fast forward to two days later* Thoralt walked onto the field. He saw the orcs’ fort, with four sentries placed in the guard towers. Thoralt signaled for four men to fire the crossbows at the guards. They hit dead on all but for one. The orc saw his brothers fall and turned. He drew his bow and fired at Thoralt. It hit him straight in the chest, but unlike his father, it broke on impact and fell to the ground. He yelled, “Charge!” They burst down the gates and charged in. They slaughtered the baffled orcs.
Finally Thoralt went into a long building. At the end, he saw a fully armored large orc get up from a throne type chair. The orc pulled a battleaxe off his belt. He rushed at Thoralt. Thoralt braced himself drew his sword. As the orc came down on Thoralt, Thoralt came up with full force with his sword. He knocked the orc off balance as did the orc to him. As they both came to their feet, they charged again. This time he heard a voice in his head that sounded like his father. It said, “Duck and swing low.” Thoralt ducked under the axe and swung his sword at the orc’s shins. He connected and the orc fell to the ground. Thoralt came down on his neck and sliced the orc’s head off. He knew the war was over.
Thoralt came out to see his fellow dwarfs standing there cheering. They had driven out the orcs once more. *Note Thoralt does not hate orcs. This was just a band of specific orcs.*
What are your characters ambitions?:Thoralt wishes to adventure the land in search of a good fight.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:No.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I ask him what he is selling and perhaps buy somethjing. I would give him a bottle of ale and some food and be on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I would run over and break the fight up. If it resorted to violence against me, I would fight the orc first and hope that the dwarf sees that he should not fight me.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I help him up and place the coins back in his bag. I go break a sturdy branch off a nearby tree and hand it to the man. I send him on his way and continue on mine.
Minecraft Account Name: vishals01
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States; Central Time Zone
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I've lived in the U.S. so I have decent english grammar
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes I used to play on Kingdom of Aeonis
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Google and searching for Minecraft RP server
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : Yes
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: The act of making a made up character and living in his/her life story from the beginning to end
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: To use information you learn when you're not playing in character; (i.e. in Global)
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: To use auto attacks or things that hit or act instantly, for example "-bob hits joe across the face-, this is incorrect and the correct use would be "-bob tries to slap Joe-" This gives Joe a chance to reply
In-Character Details
Character Name: Will Josephs
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
What are your characters ambitions?:
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
[i][color="#FF8C00"]Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?
Minecraft Account Name: vishals01
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S. central time
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Kingdom of Aeonis server, which is now closed
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Google searches and from people from other servers
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: To assume the role of character and pretend to be that character
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: To use information you hear when you aren't rping like in global chat, or in the real word
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is to use auto success actions such as a hit that successfully hits without the consent of the other player.
Character Name: Joseph Williams
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Jospeh grew up in a family of farmers on the outskirts of the territory of the human kingdom near a large village. His family had a small ranch, with a large house in the center. At the age of 16 his parents died after a harsh winter in which they got critically ill; Joseph now inherited his family's farm, but with a bunch of siblings to take care of, he couldn't run the farm on his own. Eventually at the age of 18 he left his siblings with an old family friend in charge and left to gain wealth with which he could support his siblings. Joseph took the remaining money, just a few coins and headed out to find his fortune. This is where his story truly began.
At first Joseph tried labor work and he eventually became very strong from it. He constantly sent his siblings money. He was very successful, and intended to someday go to the village and set up a tavern, but his dreams died shortly after. Joseph one day, received a letter informing him that his family had been killed by bandits. They'd razed his farm and he now had nothing but the few coins he'd kept for himself. Joseph went into mourning and after the funeral decided it was time to go into the village for a better job, but fate had different plans for him. As he walked towards the village , he ran into a few bandits. In rage at what happened, he killed them with brute strength and slayed their heads. After which he skewered them on sticks and left them as a sign. Joseph then continued to the city, feeling a proud feeling. He thought he'd avenged his family. However, when he got to the village he discovered that the bandits killing his family was just a rumor. However, after further examination he discovered that that the fire wasn't caused by bandits. He found out later also, that the bandits he'd killed were just 3 poor kids a few years younger then him. He was now 20 and was still haunted by his guilt. He would do anything to do the right thing, just to make up for killing those 3 kids.
What are your characters ambitions?: To make up for killing the 3 bandits, and to open a successful business
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
I can't get a ingame picture but I'll put the skin.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Nothing really left to say, I think Joseph is covered well in my backstory
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I would walk up to the dwarf and ask to view his wares. I always feel bad for the poor since I had lost everything when I was 18. I would ask him how business was and if there was evidence he was having economic troubles, then I would buy something just to give the man some money to survive.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
If I saw such an act of violence, I would defend the victim by first trying to break up the fight. If such a tactic didn't work... I would then try to intimidate the Orc and try to get him to back off. My final idea would be to attack the Orc and try to scare him off, but not injure him that badly.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
Since I strive to do good, I would first help the man up and put him over my shoulder and then I would get the coins and carefully place them in my own pack. After, getting the man to a safer place, I would give him his coins and leave him to his own life. I wouldn't expect thanks, it's the least I could do to even start helping to make up for my sins in the past.
Minecraft Account Name: brotherpig123
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australia GMT +10
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, very well.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I've played a few other minecraft roleplay servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was searching through youtube.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthe...rd-application/
http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry657606
http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry656855
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: When a person imagines a fake character and pretends to have their appearance, personality, and character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: When someone uses information that their character doesn't know to their character's advantage.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When someone says something that tells what the other roleplayer is going to do, not what the Power-emoter is doing. e.g "Bob shot Steve's head off" is power-emoting, they should say "Bob fired his gun at Steve".
In-Character Details
Character Name: Kirden Bannolds
Character Race: Human
Character biography:
Kirden was born with brown hair and blue eyes and was raised Arethor for 16 years, he spent most of his time widdling wooden boats and sailing them in the water, he became a prodigy of widdling by 12 and had loving parents who cared for him dearly. He was well fed and grew to be a strong, buff lad, and didn't look that bad either. His father taught him that only gentlemen went far, and that you rarely get help from strangers. While his mother told him that there are bad people out there, and you can't make much friends without gaining a few enemies aswell. His younger brother, Jacob, was very interested in the ocean and sat on the dock watching the sun pass the horizon, dreaming of one day, being captain of a ship in the Oren navy.
When Kirden was 16 and his brother, Jacob, was 14, Kirden's mother, who became extremely sick, died from dehydration because of vomiting and the lack of fresh water. Also, Kirden's father was lost at sea and never returned, leaving Kirden and Jacob alone. He and his brother lived in the house in Arethor for the next few years. When he turned 19, Kirden joined the Arethor guard and easily managed to feed himself and his brother.
When Kirden turned 23, he heard about the new world and the amount of people going there, so he told his brother to pack his valuables and necessities because life in Asulon will soon be behind them. Since Kirden was in the Arethor guard, he was able to be above decks, and sometimes hid some food in his pocket and sneaked it down for his brother to eat. He widdled a replica of the boat they were on in his free time, it looked exactly like it. After the boat stopped at some islands and Kirden bought another house,and joined the gaurd there with his now 21 year old brother.
What are your characters ambitions?: To live a happy life with his brother close by him.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? As I enter Arethor, I notice a poor-looking dwarf trying to sell his wares. "Apples for 3 minas each!" he says. No one's paying attention to him so I think to myself I should go talk to that dwarf. So I wander up to him and ask what he's selling. "All the necessities you need! I have food, dyes, tools, all you need!" I remember that I'm in search of food. And even though his apples don't look the best. I feel sorry for him and buy a couple. "Thankyou kind sir!" He says, "Please come back any time you like!" I ask him if he has a family but he replies no. "I couldn't be able to keep a famly with the amount of money I make." He tells me,"I barely make enough to keep myself alive!" I tell him I lost my father and then my mother soon after. He feels truly sorry for me and gives me another apple for free. I tell him my name is Kirden and tell him I will come back the tomorrow.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I'm traveling along Oren road late at night, and I hear someone arguing. I look around and I notice an Orc threatening a Dwarf, it looks like it will soon turn to a fight so without thinking I walk over and ask what the fight is about, the Orc replies in Orcish, "This runt bumped me as I was passing along the road, and then he lied and said it was accidental, so I told him if he didn't apologise that I would pull his head out of his body, stick it on a pole, and make him watch me feed his limbs to the wolves." I then ask the Dwarf if it was accidental and he replies, "Yes! I was just running down the road because I need to get back to my wife, she's ill, and I accidentally bumped into this Orc and he thought I did it purposely." So I tell the Orc it's just a misunderstanding and he actually understands it and continues on his travels, I say goodbye to the Dwarf and then continue traveling aswell.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I notice a very old man with a walking stick. He looks very weak so I ask him where he's going, but as soon as I'm about to ask him, his walking stick breaks and he falls to the ground, a bag of minas falls aswell and splits open, I think to myself how easy it is to just grab those coins and walk away, but as my hand reaches for the coins, my father's words speak in my head. "Only gentlemen get far." So I pull my hand back, break a stick off the nearest tree, and help the man up, I walk with him for a bit, to make sure he's ok. "Ohh thankyou young man for helping a man like me." He says as I'm walking him. I ask him why he's walking on such a road like this, he replies, "I have no home now, I'm going to finish the rest of my life with the elves, with my old friend."
Minecraft Account Name:Alec_Pierce
How old are you?:19 years old
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central USA
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes, I have an excellent grip on the English language.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, I have roleplayed while playing Garry's Mod and Dungeons & Dragons.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I completely agree with and understand the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I have numerous friends who play; as well as my younger brother. All of them said it was an amazing server.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry484761
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :I will as soon as I'm done submitting it on this forum.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:The act of roleplaying is in the name itself. It's when you create a character in a game and play the role of your character; much as a movie star plays the role of their character. For example, if you're a lumberjack you would most likely chop wood for a living in the game and talk about lumber during most of your conversations.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is when you mix (OOC) out-of-character information with in-character information. For example, you ask someone (OOC) about their character and use that information while in-character to gain an advantage.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power-emoting is when you give yourself an unfair advantage by emoting an action in-game. For example, "Alexander kills Chuck by cutting him in half, killing him instantly."
Character Name:Alexander Helms
Character Race:Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Alexander Helms, or Alex for short, was born into a very average human family. He was home schooled unlike most children, which made him a little socially awkward. He enjoyed reading books and observing the world around him which turned him into the person he is today. He was frequently made fun of as a child for his glasses, which has also shown him that it hurts while being mean to others. This has turned him into a person that is compulsively nice. His mother Teresa, and father Michael, always pushed him to be as smart as he could; so he would be better off than them further down the road. As Alex grew older he became more witty and sociable. He began solving problems around his local village which has propelled him to be interested in becoming a detective.
At the current age of 27 he has left home and is now roaming the lands searching for someone to hire him as a detective. So far he hasn't had any luck, but he has however solved a few cases on his own. The first case was that of a missing coin pouch which he found on the side of a road. After going into a near by village and asking around, he finally found who its owner was and returned it; due to his nice nature. The second case he solved was that of a murder. He found a dead man on the side of a path. Through thorough examination, and tracing back the murder weapon two its rightful owner,he discovered the murderer to be a local Orc; who then proceeded to chase him out of town with his gang. Although Alex was chased out of town and nearly killed, he is still ambitious about pursuing his future career as a detective.
What are your characters ambitions?:He is pursuing a career as a detective, and he will take any job that puts him closer to that career.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:I have attached the file to this post. I will also make it my profile picture as soon as it's done.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:He is a nice, warm-hearted person who never intends to harm anyone in any physical manner. However, he does enjoy helping others which could cause someone to be jailed.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
Note: Everything that my character says are in quotes. Everything else written are his thoughts.
I hear the dwarf calling out, selling his wares to passers-by. At first I try not to look at him, but the annoyance of his cries are just too much. I study the short being noticing that he is wearing torn clothes. Not again...the other humans are going to give me such a hard time for even talking to this dwarf. Fine, I suppose I can't go on my way without at least seeing what he has to offer. "Greetings sir! What goods do you have to offer?" Of course, first he has to tell me how badly off he is. For heavens sake, of course he's telling me about the kids he has to feed. Well I can't just walk away now. "Alright, I'll take two!" My god, this man is emptying out my wallet! Well, at least it's for the greater good. Best be on my way now.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
Of course, I'm going to be caught up in more strangers problems. My god, that Orc seems like he's about to pounce on that poor defenseless Dwarf. I can't even understand what the beast is saying! He does look angry though. Alright, I best help the poor little fellow. "Hey Dwarf! You're under arrest for the murder of twelve people in the nearby village! I hear by command you to follow me to jail where you will await you sentence!" Alright good, the Orc seems extremely confused. Come on, now this dwarf has to talk about how he hasn't done anything wrong. "Enough of you petty dwarf, I know a murderer when I see one! Come along now!" Alright, he's finally following me. Looks like the Orc doesn't have the slightest clue as to what's going on either. Alright, looks as though we're out of range of that Orc. "I was just lying back there. Looked like you need some help. The name's Alex by the way, and who might you be dwarf?"
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I wonder what such an old, frail man is doing this far away from town? Oh my! His stick just broke out from under him, I best check if he's alright! What is that? I few Minas have fallen out of his bag? He hasn't the slightest clue they're there. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" Seems as though he was just heading back home, I better go find him a new walking stick. Here's one! "Here you go sir, I've found another walking stick for you. It's not the nicest, but it should work." He still hasn't noticed his Minas lying everywhere. I better help him with that as well. "Sir, you dropped your bag of Minas here as well. "Wow, this is twice as much as I have!" Here you are sir, would you like me to help you back to your house?" I suppose it was a good thing I didn't steal the Minas.
Minecraft Account Name: Pizza303
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S./ Central Time
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have live in America all of my life.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Not much besides just messing around with my friends.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about it a long time ago, and a friend recently reminded of it, so I decided to give it a try.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78297-pizza303s-application/
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : Yes I have.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: RolePlaying is the act of literally playing the role of another person/character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is playing using the logic of yourself rather than what your character would know.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is the act of performing an action through text that is impossible to counter.
Character Name: Talith
Character Race: Human(Raised by elves)
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:Talith was orphaned at birth and found lying in the forest by Calebrin the elf. He took the young human and raised him as his own. Talith didn't know what happened to his parents, but he was sure they weren't killed by orcs. As he aged, Talith realized he looked much different than the other boys. It then came time for Calebrin to tell Talith his true origins. Talith accepted this with the knowledge that he never fit in with the elves anyway. He then decided it was time for him to go be with other humans. He made a traveling cloak from the fibers of the forest plants and went on his way to his new life.
However, before he left for his travels Talith “borrowed” some scrolls from his adoptive father Calebrin. These were not the scrolls he was looking for, but he knew he could not return to find them. He needed some history and maybe a map of this mysterious land, for he had never left the comfort of his home in the forest and new just about nothing of the history and beliefs of the people living outside the forest. These scrolls were different. They seemed dark and dangerous. He dared to open one. He read and read. Soon he was well versed in the dark art of charm speak. He knew he wouldn’t be too good with it, but it would definitely come with practice. He knew this new skill would come with a price; he had to be careful how he used it. This was too much for him, so that night, he burned the remaining scrolls. The dark magic hidden in them would have to remain a secret.
Even though Talith had not even learned magic from the scrolls, he felt… different. Free. No, he would not let this get to his head. This charm speaking was only used by criminals. Masters of manipulation. He could not become that. But as he walked he felt as if there was something deep inside of him. Another side of him just aching to get out. He had to control himself. This wasn’t like him. He could hear the voices whispering in his ear. He knew he would never be the same again.
What are your characters ambitions?: To find any way he can to fit into this world as a human, and learn more about history and new cultures during his travels.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Talith is 18 years of age. He is a tall, shady looking fellow with slick black hair and large blue eyes. He is very ambitious, and will try almost anything to progress in his life. He is rather suspicious at times, but he is still good at heart. His Charm speaking is not necessarily magic, but it is a skill he learned from reading the scroll.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? “Hey you!” the little dwarf called out to me as I tried quietly to sneak by. “y-yes?” I asked shakily. “I think I have some things you might be interested in. Why don’t you take a look?” I walked over to his shop to see barrels of rotten fish, bloody rabbits, and disgusting looking fruit. “Um… I’d rather not. Thanks though.” I said as calm as I could. “Please sir” said the dwarf, “I really need the money.” I proceeded fumbling through my pocket for some of the few coins I had. “It’s not much, but it’s about all I got.” “Th-thank you sir! May your travels be well, and may good fortune be bestowed upon you!”Said the dwarf happily. “You too sir!” I said as I went on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? “You got a problem with me? You’ve got lots ‘o nerve coming ‘round these parts and befouling my name!” I heard the Orc yell at the puny dwarf. “Please sir. I didn’t m-mean to offend you, I swear.” ‘now is your chance’ No, the voices were back. ‘use your charm speaking, it’s the only way you can help.’ He had a point. “Bilbo! There you are! I have been looking all over for you!” I yelled. ‘Bilbo? Yikes, that’s bad. Sounds like more of a hobbit name to me.’ “Who are you? You make me angry!” Said the orc. He was clearly uneducated, this could be easy. “Yeah wh-“ I cut the dwarf off before he could finish. “go with it” I whispered in his ear. “Sorry sir, my friend here had a little too much ale before we left. He doesn’t know what he’s saying!” I told the orc. “Sorry man. I’m so confused. Could we go home?” “WAIT!” yelled the orc, “I’m not letting you off that easy puny dwarf!” I had to think quickly. “Yes, yes. A man of honor like yourself would never let something like this go. How about you take this coin and we can be on our way?” The orc smiled and accepted the coin. He put it in his back pocket and let us pass. Little did he know I had pulled the coin out of his pocket as we passed. ‘Nice’ said the voice.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:“Help! Help” I hear the poor man screaming as he lies on the ground trying to get up. I collect the coins and begin walking away. “Stop! Thief!” Yelled the man. I turned back and helped the man up. He then pushed me over. “Wait” I said. I returned the coins to him. I helped him to the nearest town. I got him some medical aid and bought him a new walking stick. “I’m sorry about the money” I said. He replied “Here, take these. I could have died out there without your help” He handed me the money. “wait, I can’t accept this.” I said. “It’s okay, they’re yours” said the old man. He even included enough for the walking stick. And more!I thanked the man and went on my way. ‘ you really are a sneaky one’ said the voice in my head. “Haha, yes I am”
~Danny
Minecraft Account Name:luccadeas
How old are you?:14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:United States, CMP
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, a lot of experience
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Searching for roleplay servers
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:This is my first application
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :Sure thing!
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting in someone else's role. Whether it be your own character, or pretending to be someone else. You often speak and act differently.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Your character making decisions based on information you (As a real person) have acquired out of character
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Forcing another character to do something, without agreeing upon it first. Like: *Arnok ties Lysander to a tree and kills him*
In-Character Details
Character Name: Arnok Battlehammer
Character Race: Dwarf
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Arnok and his brother Baerdun trotted down a rough rocky trail through The Mountains. Arnok’s long, red, braided beard swayed as he and his brother hummed a Dwarven Hymn together- one that praised their god for his creation of the Dwarves. They were as close as it gets, Arnok and Baerdun. They could communicate to each other through mere body language, and were two parts to the same machine; mining, forging, drinking, and fighting together. Arnok at the age of 45 and Baerdun ten years younger, both were as strong as ever. Anything they set their minds too they could achieve.
Assigned to the task of mining coal and iron, they were heading back to their village with large packs on their back.
“Oi brother, I’ve got a question I’ve been meaning to ask yee.” Baerdun said after finishing the hymn
“Go on then Baerdun, throw it at me.” The Eldest Brotherreplied, adjusting his belt.
“ What would yee do if you were king? Of The Dwarves and all their clans, of these mountains?”
Arnok looked to the mountains searchingly for a moment, as if they would tell him the answer. “Well” He started “I’d protect these lands, and our people. I’d compromise when it came down to it, and never let The Orcs do ill-harm to us. And I couldn’t forget, what kind of King would I be without holding the best festivals?”
Baerdun smiled at Arnok’s humor, and tossed a rock up and down in the air. “Aye” He said. “You’d be a good king, that yee would. I’ll always be at yer side too.”
Arnok grinned and patted Baerdun on the shoulder, and the two carried on the trail. Upon reaching the peak of the hill, they saw an image that would be burned into their memory forever: Their village, their home, was ablaze and ransacked. Doors and windows were destroyed, and entire homes were ablaze. A small army of 30 or so Orcs could be seen in the distance, marching away from the village- no doubt to their own.
Arnok clenched his jaw tightly, holding back a cry that would reveal their location to the Orcs. He fell to his knees and beat the earth with his bare fists mercilessly. Baerdun could only stare, as he wordlessly mouthed the words to a Dwarven prayer.
Though devastated, the brothers kept their heads. There was no time for tears nor curses against fate. Only one thing could be done: Revenge.
“Doing this before nightfall… was a big mistake for them.” Baerdun murmured as he dropped his pack and unlatched his war-hammer crafted from the finest materials. Arnok did the same.
“Aye, it will be their undoing. We sprint to their village, and take them by surprise in the night.”
Baerdun looked Arnok in the eyes and they nodded simultaneously. They set off in a sprint after The Orcs, their faces grim and determined.
Midnight. Arnok and Baerdun sat crouched, watching the Orcish village from a nearby hill. The Orcs slept with full stomachs- having feasted on the innocent villagers from the raid before. No guard was set, as they thought that they had killed and devoured any enemies they had. How deadly wrong they were. Arnok and Baerdun crept into the village undetected, up to the doorway of what looked like the Orcish barracks. They were never ones to favor stealth, so from here on out they were going to approach things how they always did: Head on, war hammer out.
Arnok gave the countdown, and they kicked down the hut door. It seemed that the Orcs weren’t sleeping as soundly as they thought, for 10 of them were well awake playing some sort of dice game. The Brothers roared out a Dwarven Battle Cry- fighting them awake would be more honorable and much more fun. They sprinted into the midst of the Orcs, breaking legs with sweeping blows as they reached the center of the room.
“Back to Back!” Arnok yelled. The Brothers put their backs to eachother and started moving in a circle, so as to not hurt on another in the midst of their swings. The art of the war hammer was about momentum, and timing. The Brothers knew this, and they spun in the middle of The Orcs as one: gaining speed and momentum for their war hammers, they cleaved through the ranks of 25 Orcs. They were an unstoppable spinning force of pure carnage. By the end of it, one could not tell where one body began and another ended.
Just as they left the barracks five armored Orcs marched out of the longhouse- one of them dressed in ceremonial armor much more intricate then the other four. Baerdun and Arnok didn’t waste any time, and reflexively drew their axes and sent them flying through the air. One hit an Orc straight in the forehead, sending him backwards to the ground. The other pierced an Orc’s neck and he reached for it as his last life force drained away with his blood. Arnok sprinted towards the closest Orc and brought his war hammer down from over-head, piercing the Orc’s shield and causing it to cut into its wielder’s flesh. Arnok yelled a Dwarven battle cry as he swung his war hammer against the Orc’s legs, crushing the bones. He still had enough momentum for a second attack, and brought the hammer crushing down onto the Orc’s ribcage. This Orc wasn’t going to get up, and he made sure of it. Arnok looked over to find his brother removing his war hammer from an Orc’s armor and smiled deviously. There was only one left.
The Orcish Chieftain pulled out two twin axes, and assumed an experienced battle stance. He came at both of them with a series of flourishes, striking this way and that while The Brothers carefully blocked his strikes and countered with their own. The Chieftain made a dash for Arnok’s legs and caught him off guard. But his strike lacked the needed strength and bounced off of Arnok’s this armor. Baerdun swept his warhammer in The Chieftain’s direction, but his reach was too short. Taking advantage of the moment, The Chieftain put on foot on Baerdun’s war hammer and launched himself into the air, spin around and had his axes poised mid air- ready to cleave into Baerdun’s back. But Baerdun foresaw this and heaved his war hammer into the air. The Chieftain and the hammer met with such force, that The Brother’s heard The Chieftain’s entire ribs crack. He laid on the ground, unable to do anything but scream to his gods. They were not coming, and Baerdun chuckled.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, you over-bloated green pig” Arnok circled to one side of the chieftain, and Baerdun stood on the other. “We’re going to take your ears. From now on, we’re taking the ears of every gods-damned Orc we kill and we’ll keep ‘em on a necklace. So you and the rest of yer kind know who we are.” Arnok and Baerdun pulled out a small dagger and place it at the base of the chieftain’s ears. “Let it be known, that on this day, The Battlehammers were born. And any Orc that lays a hand on a Dwarf, or treads into our land with ill intentions, is asking for our fury.” Arnok finished, as he and Baerdun cut off the chieftain’s ears. Baerdun kicked him to the ground, and the brother’s walked out of the village. The past lay at their backs, and a future of Orc-killing, drinking, forging; mining, and politics lay ahead of them. Arnok and Baerdun started to hum the same Dwarven Hymn.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://gyazo.com/2ae...170526cff6fbf23
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Arnok is a fierce warrior, with a warm love for his own kind but a fiery hatred for Orcs. His brother Baerdun often cools him down.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? "Oi, a fellow Dwarf! I'll gladly buy some of yer wares. No one forges a blade quite like the hands of a Dwarf, aye brother?" *buys a hefty amount of merchandise and pays extra*
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? Arnok looks to his brother Baerdun, and gives a nod. They sprint towards the Orc and hurl each of their axes. Before the Orc can even turn around to see them comming, the axes find themselves imbedded into his head and back. Arnok smiles at the Dwarf, and offers him safe passage with his brother to wherever he's headed.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: Arnok once again looks at his brother, unsure of what to do. Baerdun nods sympathetically and they both pick the old man up, gather his coins, and attempt to find him another walking stick.
How old are you?:13 years old
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA state:Tennesse
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:well yes i do i have lived in america since i was 5 years old
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes i have experience in rolplaying on a minecraft server but its not online anymore (well its not an RP server anymore)
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules? Yes i have read and fully understand the rules and i don't have any plans to brake an of them.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Back in the summer i heard about the server from a friend but i didn't apply because i was so busy with family,social,etc.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:I have only made one application on the website but was denied due to other reasons and i was told i had to make one on the minecraft forum LINK:http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry662354
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is a person who makes a character this person can make his character have any trait or personality they want the character to have.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:its any out of character action made by a player's character which makes use of knowledge that the character is not meant to be aware of.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:power emoting is when you describe an action that the players character does for example player 1:*blushes*player 2: *smiles*
Character Name:Todus Moonfist
Character Race:Dwarf
Character Age:19
Character biography -Todus Moonfist was born in the continant of asulon he was always a brave but when his mother got ill the doctor said she wasn't going to make it and when she died his father started to grieve her death meaning he started to lead a sad life. but when Todus was only 12 he had asked his father to teach him the ways of the weapon. So his father stoped his sad life and started training todus day or night,rain or shine.
but his father could tell todus wasn't going to be good with almost any weapon he couldn't swing an axe and he couldn't throw a hammer. When his father showed him his last weapon he could hit any target. His father told him that the sword was crafted by the best blacksmith and handed down from father to son from generation to generation and the sword had now belonged to Todus.He could feel the power in the blade and by the age of eight teen his father thought he was ready to go out into the world on his own he gave him some tools and some money for new clothes. Todus had bought a red and black shirt, 2 silver rings to keep his brown beard into to strands that went down his chest,two gloves that could help him climb the tallest mountain,silver and red pants,and finally he had bought a silver and black helmet.He knew he was ready to head on his own and make something of his life.When he went back to his home his father said he looked so much different from when he had left earlier that day.Todus' final gift from his father was the sword that todus had trained with,a map,and 45 minas.Todus asked his father "where do i go.Can you please mark the city Kal'Karik.His father told him "if it means that much to you" *marks the map* "im not going to be there to help you,so you have to use the skills i have tought you to defend yourself Todus, remember to come back and see me if you so desire".Todus grabs his pack and puts his sword in it,grabs the map,and places all of his minas in his wallet and steps out the door.Bye the time he reaches the city of Kal'Karik he has turned 1 year older and he is now 19. He has met fellow dwarves along the way to the city and becomes close friends with them. The adventure continues there.
What are your characters ambitions?:Todus' ambitions are blacksmithing and being a soldier since his father tought him how to use a sword and how to make weapons
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: I have placed a in game screenshot of my characters skin.I hope you like it.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:Todus is a brave and kind hearted person he will give mercy (if they truly deserve it) and will kill ones who mess with other dwarves.He trys to make friends with everyone unless the dwarves are enemies with them
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?Todus walks up to the shop keeper todus says "hello sir what are you selling here in your shop today". he looks up at todus with a nervous look on his face and says "im selling weapons and ores from some of the mines outside of town". todus says "well it seem that dont have very much money". The shop keeper says sadly "No i don't,I came to this town to earn some money for loving family back at home".
Todus says "A family man eh, well I would like to buy some of your wares would that be alright?" the shop keeper says "yes mr. uhh",todus stops the dwarf in the middle of his sentence "The names todus my good man." the shop keeper says "well Mr.Todus pick out what you would like and i will tell you how much its all worth". Todus picks out a few ores and a sword. the shop keep says "ok Mr.Todus that will be 67 minas". todus pulls out his wallet and gives the nice dwarf 123 minas. The Shop keep says "Thats far more than what i asked for". Todus Replies and says"keep the change my good man you deserve it" Todus walks away and the shop keeper yells "GOD BLESS YOU KIND DWARF".
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?Todus walks up to the orc and says "you sir would you kindly back off of the dwarf your are just causing trouble for yourself". the orc replies and says "If you want me to back off of him your going to have to kill me first *the orc loughs*" Todus says "Ok then but just remember it was your request" Todus pulls out his sword and says "Prepare to fight"! The orc grins and and pulls out a axe. He swings the axe but Todus Blocks the attack.Todus jumps up and stabs the orc in the arm. The orc yells your going to pay for that you puny dwarf . Right anfter he fineshes his sentence the orc hits todus and slams him onto the ground. But from behind the orc the dwarf that was being threatened pulled a sword and stabbed him in the heart.Looking over the orcs lifeless body todus and the stranger shake hands and split the reward (and the loot) and go there seperate ways.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:The old man cries "HELP HELP".Todus stops watching the minas roll around on the ground and he runs over to the old man and says "sir are you ok "?
The oldman replies "no im not alright i think my hips got knocked out of place".Todus says in a hurry "ill find you a new cane and help you collect all of your minas that fell out of your wallet". Todus quickly runs over to the nearest tree and finds a branch that was almost the exact same size as the can that the old man had.He brakes the branch and runs back over to the old man and helps him up. The old man says "thank you dwarf but can you help me collect the minas that fell out of my wallet when i fell". Todus says "alright" and they collect all the minas. todus had counted them all and there had to be at least 223 minas. The old man said "thank you" And walked back on the path.
Minecraft Account Name: Patriotic_Fool
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -8:00 (US Pacific Time)
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I hope so, or my 12 years of schooling will have been in vain.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I have done roleplaying for many years. It began with Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne. I would play roleplay based games, such as SOTDRP, which involved on roleplay. I also spent 2 years on another roleplay based server, Massivecraft. Recently, I've gotten involved in forum roleplay games.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. I checked the FAQ and a few guides, hopefully I won't do something silly like post about a serial killer mage who lost his family to orcs.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend, Semperosa, introduced me to the server and recommended it.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : I'll post this finished application there when I complete it!
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Taking on a role of someone or something and acting upon it. The role may be fiction or nonfiction, but I believe good roleplaying involves a creative mind and knowledge of the roleplay subject.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when a person takes out of context (or out of character, OOC) information and uses it in an in-game situation. An example would be if I was killed by a character, and I harbored ill-will towards the player who roleplayed the character. Later on, I had a new character. Instead of roleplaying, I used my meta feelings towards the player and my in-game actions followed that.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is making an in-game action absolute, without giving another player the chance to react. Example: "Patriotic fool slashes at PoorVictim and kills him in one cleave." I did not give PoorVictim a chance to react. A proper way to do this would be, "Patriotic fool lifts his axe and prepares to swing at PoorVictim."
Character Name: Markin Aronokath
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Markin Aronokath was born in Arethor. The bustling human capital must have seen hundreds of children born every day. It cannot be said that Markin Aronokath was special. His mother, who died of childbirth, was the wife of an ordinary peasant farmer. His father worked hard to raise him, and Markin was out in the fields helping out as soon as he could. The two of them lived a sustainable, albeit poor and unglorious life. Markin dreamed of adventure, as many other young boys did. His father would always shrug off his remarks and tell him that he should accept his fate; he would never be greater than a peasant. Markin never stopped dreaming. When he stabbed his pitchfork into a bale of hay, he imagined impaling a fierce orc and saving the day. When he chased off a stray dog from attacking his livestock, he saw himself toe-to-toe with an evil pigman.
His fantasies came true, but not in the way that he had hoped. Life changed when the dwarves came. He was not educated, and certainly not well-versed in the matters of the day. The dwarven invasion caught everyone by surprise. A crude sword and shield were thrust in his hands, and he found himself on the front lines of battle. Every able-bodied man was needed, regardless of previous experience. Markin quickly found out that battle was not as glorious as he had imagined. Humans were cut down all around him, and ill-trained Markin was no match for the experienced dwarven warriors. He dropped his weapons and fled as those around him were killed.
He meandered through the fields and forests, and kept walking. He lost his shield in the fight, but managed to keep ahold of his sword. Unfortunately, Markin was not a strong willed man. The horrors of battle overcame him, and he spent many years living in isolation in the forests. Scavenging off of what he could find, he survived. His mind, however, did not. Locals from around the area know of him, but to them, he is merely a crazy old man. Markin now keeps to himself in the woods, detached from society.
What are your characters ambitions?: Markin wishes to live out his days in the forest. He hasn't managed to rid himself of the ghosts of his past, and years of isolation certainly did not help. He has no hopes, and anyone attempting to talk to him cannot understand his crazed mumblings.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I know about VAs. I'm not applying to be a thief, serial killer, or anything else along those lines. As far as I know, being an insane old man is okay. Now, I might apply for something else in the future, but one step at a time :P. I hope everything is satisfactory.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I stop walking and see a dwarf shopkeeper in a run-down market stall. The dwarf calls out and beckons me to come over. Curious, I walk up to the shopkeeper. "Ay, what can I get for ya?" I stand there, in silence. "Hm. Ya look like you could use some new clothes. Get them rags off of ya." The dwarf rummaged through a box and pulled out a weathered, but clean shirt. "All yours for 10 minas!" I finally break the awkward silence. "Y..y...you.... .. m..monster!!" The dwarf fumbled, obviously shocked by my response. "Pardon me?" "You MONSTER!.. ... YOU... .. you DID THIS!!" Before the dwarf could muster a reply, I storm off, mumbling to myself.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? A dwarf and an Orc appear to be having an altercation. I walk up to them. "Please.." cries the dwarf, "let's not get ahead of ourselves!" The Orc demands that the dwarf fork over 50 minas, a sum that the dwarf obviously cannot muster. "YOU!", exclaims the Orc, "KEEP 'WALKIN OR THEREZ GONNA BE TROUBLE, YA HEAR?" "I.. I.. s.. sorry!" My feeble reply is met with laughter from the Orc. I leave, but stop and watch the situation progress from afar. As the Orc becomes increasingly impatient, the orc begins to use force. I watch as a few punches turn to a full-scale beating, and a smile creeps on my lips. While I finds solace in watching the dwarf being hurt, simultaneously I remember the horrors of violence, and I cannot prevent myself from vomitting on the ground. I stumble away as the cries of the dwarf get louder, and louder.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I see an old man fall before me. A long beard and weathered visage look up at me, not unlike my own. "E...ex..Excus--". Before he could get out a word, the man collapses. A sack falls onto the ground and coins spill around him. Do I take them or do I help? "Please sir..", mutters the old man, "These are for my nephew. This is all I have.. don't take them. I beg of you!". I pause for a moment, and survey the situation. I gulp and attempt to make a clear response. "I..it is alright. Here.. let me help you." I help the man up and gather the coins with trembling fingers. I hand them to the man and look into his faded blue eyes. We share much in common. Were I the helpless man on the ground, I would hope that a stranger would show me the same kindness. "Thank you, kind sir." The old man smiles as he walks away, and I muse on the whole event. I certainly wouldn't show the same courtesy to a dwarf, but the man touched me in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. I walk off towards my destination, and wipe a tear from my eye.
Minecraft Account Name: zePato
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA, Pacific Time
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have and I understand them completely.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Friends.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I've never applied before.
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Acting/playing out the role of a character. In this case, I'm acting as my character in the RP realm.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: The use of knowledge that was not yet obtained by the character (OOC knowledge.)
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Forcing an action on another player against their will, or performing an extravagant, unplausible feat.
Character Name: Oswin Pawke
Character Race: Human, Northerner
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Oswin is a simple man. He takes after his father when it comes to his chivalrous manner, and Oswin is a tad serious at times. Oswin is stoic, honorable, polite, calm, and usually expressionless. Despite his seemingly cold outside, he is just and fair, and sometimes loosens up when talking to others dear to him. Most of the time, Oswin also lets his duties come first before his feelings.
When Oswin was a child, his father, who was a soldier in the Holy Oren Empire's army, was precious to him. He would teach Oswin how to wield a blade and a lance, how to read and how to be a fine gentleman. Oswin would continue to hone these skills daily, his thoughts of becoming a knight flooding his dreams. Oswin's mother was also an influential figure in his life. She taught him how to be kind and considerate. She supported him, and their relationship was a close one indeed. Oswin's father retired when Oswin was a young lad, and became a farmer, but nonetheless kept teaching Oswin. Years later, however, Oswin's father took up his sword again, for money was rough, and there was a demand for mercenaries. He was hired into a small group escorting a rich merchant to some city distant from their home. All that returned home though was his armor. Oswin and his mother were torn, but they supported each other through the tough times. This event only increased Oswin's desire to make a name out of himself for his father. Oswin is now 17, and has decided to attempt to enlist. He hopes for a squire position, and prays deeply in his heart for the gods to give him the opportunity he desires.
What are your characters ambitions?: To become a Knight of the Holy Oren Empire, and to travel the realm.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: That I understand he's a bit older than the traditional squire age, but alas, it is minecraft, and I don't expect it too be too much to handle.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I would approach the poor dwarf and take a gander at his wares, complimenting his work and participate in some small talk. I would then purchase one of his wares and wish him good fortunes in his future. Perhaps we could become friends.
In RP:
Oswin: Good day to you.
Dwarf: Ah, but times are tough. Please take a look, I promise you your time will not be wasted.
Oswin: I doubt it will be. -picks up one of the dwarf's items- What is your name, sir?
(I hope that's enough, wasn't sure of what I was being asked for).
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? If I'm fit to do so, I would approach the two, asking for tranquility. I would introduce myself, and defend the dwarf if the orc becomes too violent. If arms are to drawn, then I would fight on my honor to protect others. Such conflict would be better avoided though.
In RP:
Orc: -pulls out blade in anger- I kill you!
Oswin: -pulls out his blade in response- I warn you, leave before things get ugly. If you dare to stay, prepare yourself! For the Holy Empire!
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I would immediately help the man up, asking him if he was okay. As I help the old man regain his bearings, I would then proceed to pick up his Minas and hand it to him, hopefully in a small sack or cloth I have during my trip. I then ask where the man is heading, and if he is travelling the same direction I am, then I would travel with him. If he were going another way (and if my presence in Malinor isn't necessary), I would offer to escort him to the nearest town.
In RP:
*After the Minas are given back*
Old Man: Thank you very much, young man.
Oswin: Do not worry, good sir, I am glad to help. Say, where are you travelling to?
Old Man: I am heading to Oren, to visit my niece. I'm afraid I may take a while though.
Oswin: Allow me to accompany you, then! I am [Ser] Oswin, [knight/squire/recruit/citizen] of the Holy Empire. A pleasure.
[color=#FF8C00]Minecraft Account Name:Toontown1fan[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]How old are you?:14[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes because English is my first language.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have played on countless roleplaying minecraft servers.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I have read, and understood the rules.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I was looking for better roleplaying servers, and many websites on the internet have pointing me in the direction towards you.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None, this is my first application [/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...que-gameplay/!:[/color][b][color=#FF8C00] As soon as I have completed this application I will post it immediately. [/color][/b]
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[color=#FF8C00]In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take the role of a character and become that character during the game. I believe that this makes the game more interesting and gives it more depth, to the game.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:[/color][color=#FF8C00]Meta-gaming is when the video gamer uses outside information that effects their playing and their actions in the virtual world. This usually means the game is more in-depth and completed therefore making it more fun to play.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:[/color][b][color=#FF8C00]It is when a player inside a virtual world, does something that another player has not agreed. For example, a player killing another player, or stealing items: Diamond sword, Iron Sword, Fish etc.[/color][/b]
[color=#FF8C00]Character Name: Gaelasel[/color][color=#FF8C00]Character Race: Elf[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Gaelasel was born into poverty. Gaelasel’s parents were always buying expensive armor, houses and other luxury’s that they could not afford, so they went bankrupt. They felt bad that Gaelasel had such a horrible life so they always gave her the most food every mealtime. Eventually Gaelasel’s parents died of starvation. Gaelasel, the only child was strong and brave. She went out into the public and survived the best she could. She danced and entertained the other elves and was paid for it. She was happy to be still alive, but she wanted more to life, so she set out into the unknown world for an adventure that would change her poverty and life.
Gaelasel is strong and very brave. She has one downfall, her stubbornness that leads to successful battles as well as extremely stupid ones. Gaelasel is very tall (even for elves), and has long brown hair. She wears poor torn green clothes, but believes that an elves character is the most important. Gaelasel is at the prime of her life and wants to make the most of it.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]What are your characters ambitions?: Gaelasel’s ambitions are to live life to the fullest, always take risks, and to help others that are in the same position that she is.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Here it is, I put it on an attachment. It is the one that LotC forums (the elf female) had with a few changes that I made with MinersNeedCoolShoes.[/color]
[color=#FF8C00]Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very good with bows and a remarkable dancer. [/color]
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[color=#FF8C00]Questions[/color]
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
[color=#FF8C00]Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
My response is to help this poor dwarf to the best of my ability. I understand what position he is in and since he is poor, I will help him even though he is a dwarf. I will buy as many of his wares as possible. [/color]
[color=#FF8C00]You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?[/color]
Gaelasel will fight in the battle because she will jump into any risky and daring situation. The fact that there is no help nearby is irreverent, that just makes it more interesting.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick, looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:
Gaelasel helps the character back up and hands him back the bag. However, Gaelasel does take a few coins, but only enough just to feed her for the day. He helps the man find his way back to where he is heading. She vowed to find the man and return the money she has stolen when she is able.
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: PST/U.S.A.
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed on previous servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have and I do
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend told me about it.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...454#entry655454
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : I have posted it on the minecraft forums
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you imagine that you are different person in a different world not at all linked to what you are really doing. It is when you fully embody that character and act as if you are that Character. It creates a whole other level of gaming immersion.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is using real world references while roleplaying.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is saying what or how someone responds or does without their consent, for example: "Player1 swings a punch at Player2, Player2 reels back from the punch."
Character Name: Sorenus di Salvari
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Sorenus first began when he was born into a small poor merchant family of Calvarus, he lived in the village of Ager inhabited by humans. His father Antonio Calvarus was a hard working man but losing most of the family fortune when his father died, there wasn't much in the ways of luck for him. Once a wealthy family that deserved respect was now the former shell of what it was. Sorenus's father worked hard, barely scraping by to earn money to feed 7 mouths. Sorenus was born into a family of 4 siblings. Early on his younger sister and brother died of the plague. Then his older sister died when she was 6 of drowning in a river. This left only him and his brother Devarii.
Devarii helped his father trade and helped the family earn money while Sorenus was left in the dust and helped his mother. One day Devarii was traveling along the great roads when a desperate highwaymen with nothing left killed Devarii and took his money. Sorenus's mother shortly died of grief after that. Leaving 16 year old Sorenus and his father. 1 year later his father died of stress and grief at the age of 62. The family line was left to Sorenus. Sorenus aimlessly wandered off, trading trinkets here and there to get by and grabbing a bottle of ale and listening to a good tale here and there. Sorenus lost the name of Calvarus along the way.40 years of traveling along the road, the trader then came upon the great land of Asulon. He traveled around and received word that his distant cousins, the di Silvari's. So here Sorenus is, at the doors of Asulon and finally has purpose, and a new opportunity.
What are your characters ambitions?: Sorenus wishes to become a successful merchant.
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I silently walk over to the poor dwarf, taking pity upon the poor trader, relating so much to how the dwarf thinks and acts just by looking at the dwarf. I put down a small bag of minas for a mechanical construct, obviously much more than its worth the dwarf, clearly surprised by this gesture responds,"I cannot accept your money, I work for an honest pay not to have it handed to me."You and I are similar, we both work for an honest pay barely scraping it by, please accept this money so that I shall know that at least one person has to not suffer the conditions of poverty." I slowly say without even looking up at the dwarf. The dwarf stunned, simply stood silent while I walk away.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I am traveling down the Oren road to one of the other great human cities when he noticed a large Orc threatening a dwarf miner. The miner putting his hand on his small axe at his side, I notice this gesture and realize that he must stop the impending conflict. I step in and slowly speaks out,"Now orc and dwarf, withdraw your weapons and hateful comments so that one may pass through here without conflict ensuring."
"Now look here you human, do not meddle in the lives of others or you shall taste the sting of my sword as well." shouted the Orc in response to my negotiation. I quickly throw a small powder bomb, a small cheap dwarven craft, the Orc not used to this was unable to see allowing the dwarf to escape.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I look at the man and the gold, he kindly says,"Here my man let me help you so that you shall keep your hard-worked earnings with a good heart, use your minas wisely my friend." So I start to help the man up when the old man says,"At least take a coin or two to help you on your travels." I refuse the man's gift and walks away.
Minecraft Account Name:
auti117
How old are you?:
13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Eastern Standerd Time. Canada
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:
Yes I would hope so, I have been learning it my entire life.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:
Yes. I have roleplayed pn many different Minecraft servers and GTA: SAMP servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:
Yes, I have read and understood the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
I heard about it bout 2 or 3 years back. I was interested so I decided to check it out and instantly fell in love!
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78436-auti117s-application/page__p__663905__fromsearch__1#entry663905
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/42861-auti117s-app-v3/page__p__304953__fromsearch__1#entry304953
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/42619-auti117s-app-v2/page__p__302526__fromsearch__1#entry302526
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/42442-auti117s-app/page__p__300767__fromsearch__1#entry300767
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :
Yes
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
RolePlaying: RolePlaying Acting as a character which you have created and take on the role of him or her.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Metagaming is when you play the game knowing things out of character you aren’t supposed to know about in character and then using this knowledge to give you an unfair advantage. I suppose it’s a bit like watching a film - you know what is happening or what is going to happen, but the main character doesn’t.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
Powergaming/emoting is when you roleplay with another person, but you do it pretty badly, and try and turn the situation to your advantage in a way which just wouldn’t happen in real life. By Powergaming/emoting, you would be claiming that an action was successful and not giving the opponent the opportunity to react. For example I walk up to a man and stab him in the heart saying ‘Yes I killed him’. This would be both against the Lore as you would not be roleplaying, as you have not engaged in conversation, and powergaming as you had not given the opponent the chance to flee or otherwise.
Character Name:
Leonardo Succett
Character Race:
Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Leonardo, is a young man that is curious and mystrious. He has short brown hair with shining green eyes, he is 6ft 4 in. He is now 25 years of age and still is learning new things everyday.
He was born in the kingdom of Oren. His parents own a shop in town and were not the richest of people. They wanted the best for Leonardo and raised him as a civilized human being. Leonardo learned how to use a bow and he used it often when hunting with his fellows in the forest.
At the age of 14, Leonardo's parents decided to engage him as a vendor in their shop. He was doing a very good job, and his parents had a pretty good reason to be proud of him. They trained him in being what they saw as one of the best merchants in town, he knew how to interact with most types of clients and could sell just about any item in the shop.
On a normal day when Leonardo was working, a man in a hooded cloak enters the shop. Everything looks OK until the hooded man point's his sharp short sword towards Leonardo's throat. The man told Leonardo to give him all the minas in the shop's bank. Leonardo stressed by the situation, had no other choice than giving him all the minas that he had. He thought it was the best option. The hooded man took the minas and left quickly. When his parents found out what happen, they were happy that he controlled the situation without being hurt by the man but they were also disappointed that he let the man take the minas that they had. This moment in his life taught him that even merchants job can be adventurous and dangerous at some points.
At the age of 18 Leonardo was walking through the woods when he decide to leave his family and start a new life as a Ranger, so he walks home says good bye to his parents and grab his bow, his sword, some arrows and food. He went to see if his friends were willing to come with him, but most of them said the would rather pass so they could keep there peaceful lives as farmers and merchants.
At the age of 20 Leonardo was forced to flee Ageis to go to Asulon because Ageis was falling into the nether and the world was crumbling. After he got to Asulon he ventured long and traveled far and wide. There were not many cities or kingdoms at the time. So the land was fresh and plentiful, Leonardo though looking for adventure thought about settling down for awhile in a small cottage in the middle of a forest. But he realized that people would be far from each other at first so he decided to keep on going until he could find some civilization.
Today, he's a Ranger and Mercenary of the mountains , staying the night at inns and taverns. He left his home to fulfill his dream, being an Adventurer. He's never been as motivated , and will do anything to continue onwards with the help of the people he meets on his journey. He got more friends, and still talks with his family. He enjoys helping people everyday and likes to drink some Ale with his friends that he met and with the ones he finds!
What are your characters ambitions?:
To be accepted into the world and be a great leader of a pack of Rangers and to own his own nation some day.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Just abit more of his phyical apperence. He is 6ft 4in. Short dark brown hair. Green gleaming eyes. Lighter skin tone. Average body build.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I look over to the poor old dwarf and listen to what he is selling. Then I slowy walk over to him and say "Good day to you sir!" He responds with "Good day to you to! What can I get you?" I stand there and think for a moment. "Get me some of yuor finest animal skins." I replied. He stood there in astonishment then said "Right away kind sir!" He suffled to the back of his shop and came back with a large pelt. "That will be 33 Minas sir" he said. I take my coin pouch and grab 68 Minas and hand them to him. "Here is a tip for you and your generousity" I say with a kind smile then I take my pelt and then I go on my way.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
I run over to the situation and ask "What is going on here!" "None of your business Human!" Shouts the Orc. "This is all of much my business as I am a citizen of the Holy Oren Empire and you are on its grounds Orc." The dwarf looks up to me and says "This beast lost a bet with me and wants him money back!" "Ah, so thats is it" I reply. The dwarf nods. "Then be on your way Orc. You lost and he won fair and square!" The ORc looked at the Dwarf and I and said to the Dwarf "This is not over yet". Then he walks away.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I look around to see if there is anyone else around to help. It appears there is none. So I go over and see if the old man need medical attention. It appears not, so I help the man up and walk him over to a tree sand say "Sit now, my elder. I will go gather your Minas for you." The old man sits and rests. I go over to the coins. I shove some in my pocket as my reward, then I glance over my shoulder to see if he was watching. The old mans head is looking down towards the ground. I finish cleaning up the the coins and give them back to him. Then I ask "Where were you heading elder?" The man replies with only a point of his finger. He is pointing down the road. "So to Malinor then?" the man slowly nods his head. "Then lets be on our way, I will get you to a tavern there and they can look after you there." I lift up the man and grab a sturfy stick so he can use it to support his weight on the other side. Then off we go down the road to Malinor.
Minecraft Account Name: Demonakinale
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+12/New Zealand
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, Enlgish is my first language.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I've played roleplaying maps on WCIII and was a member of clan AORP in Dungeons and Dragons Online.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have fully understood the rules and agree to them as well.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I've heard of Lord of the Craft through browsing the server list on Minestatus.com.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...__1#entry640222
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft.../page__st__1760 <-- Yes, I've posted it on the Minecraft Forum.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you act as a character in an unreality world.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when you benefit your in-game character with knowledge that you know in person. Example: I know there is a chest full of diamonds in an area my character doesn't know and I take them.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is to do something to someone/thing which does not enable them to react from the action. Example: I grab my sword and chop Arthur's head off, killing him in the process.
Character Name: Dreth Harper
Character Race: Human
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Dreth Harper lived in Arethor, capital of the Holy Oren Empire with his family of 3. When Harper was at the age of 5, his father and his crew went on a voyage and is now presumed dead after not returning for 24 years. At the age of 7 Dreth became very interested in the art of one-handed sword combat and begged his mother to allow him to take apprenticeship from a local sword trainer. When he was 10, he entered the junior tournament at the arena but failed, only to retry when he turned 11 and win. At the age of 15, Dreth's mother caught a horrible sickness, and after 7 months of agonising pain, she passed away. By the time of her passing, Dreth was 16.
Dreth became independant and found a job at the local inn. He also stayed at the inn and paid the rent from his salary. He worked there for many years but quit the job when he turned 21 to pursue the peaceful life with a family, but failed to do so. During the same year, he took an interest in mercenary work and was quite successful, and now, at the age of 27, he wishes to pursue his life goal, to join the Oren Lances.
Dreth is a muscly man, slightly bigger than the average man. He is also quite strong. He has medium-lengthed blonde hair and sea blue eyes. He has a blonde moustache and small beard.
Dreth has a gentle and kind heart, and is incredibly loyal. But war is his home. He welcomes war, he loves the sound of metal and steel clashing, and the sound of enemies scream in agonising death. But he can control his love of war and is disciplined to obey his superiors.
What are your characters ambitions?: To join the Oren Lances and serve Emperor Godfrey I to the fullest.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I listen to the Dwarf, and hear what he has to sell. I become interested in a certain item he's selling, and move towards him and his wares. I gently push through the small crowd and begin looking at the dwarf's wares. "I heard you're selling an artifact, some sort of Silver Medallion?" I ask the dwarf.
The dwarf responds, "Yes, found it on a trip on the way here, it was by some ruins I stumbled upon as I rested."
I nod and ask hastenly, "I don't see it on the table, where is it?" The dwarf smiles and reaches below the table and pulls up a chest. He then unlocks the chest with his key and opens it. He pulls out a shiny, gleaming and silver medallion. "Here it is, she's a beauty ain't it?"
I ask, "How much, name your price"
The dwarf responds, "Ehh...how's 500 minas?"
"500? Really? You...you could use a bit more than 500, how's 700 Minas? For a kind and, don't take offense, poor dwarf like you."
"My, 700 Minas, sure! If you're able to pay."
I grab a pouch of minas and begin counting. I hand over the minas along with the sack and say, "That should amount to a little over 700, you can keep them all."
"Most gracious of you, and here, your medallion." says the dwarf in a soft voice.
"Thank you dwarf, may you have a bright future ahead of you." I say to the dwarf. I then take my leave and continue my journey.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I draw my sword with an anticipation of battle, and move slowly towards the duo. As I move closer, I hear the orc demanding jewellery from the dwarf. I shout, "Stand back Orc, you will not steal from anyone tonight."
"Stay away Human, this is no concern of you, only me and the dwarf." says the orc.
"Help me please, this orc is wanting my gems." begs the dwarf. The orc whacks the face of the dwarf with his big hands, and unsheathed his battle mace. I reach for my shield on my back and hold it on my left arm. "Orc, you are in the territory of the Holy Oren Empire, you will leave before I must slay you." I speak calmly.
The orc becomes nervous, and panics. He looks at the dwarf, and back at me. "If any of you scum follow me, you're a dead man!" The orc exclaims as he takes off into the far distance. I jog to the assaulted dwarf and ask, "Are you injured, dwarf?"
"No, no, I'm fine, but I must thank you for saving me. I was worried there, I sunk my entire life in collecting these priceless gems, they were almost taken from me...thanks again." says the dwarf.
"It was no problem dwarf, farewell." I then continue my travels to Arethor.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I look at the old man and quickly head towards him, I then ask, "Are you alright sir, are you injured in any way?"
"The minas...get the minas." says the frail old man
I turn my attention to the minas, and start gathering them off the stone ground.
"There...there should be a total of 32 minas." says the old man.
I hear the old man, and continue picking up the minas. "Sir, I've only found 29 minas, are you sure you had 32?"
The old man tries to avoid eye contact and mutters, "Yes...yes...I had 32."
I begin to feel suspicion towards the old man and say, "Sir, there is no need to lie, I can lend you minas if you truly need it."
The old man looks at me and his eyes widen, he says, "Free minas? Oh...but of course, for an old man like me, thank you youngling."
I then give him back the 29 minas, and reach for my pouch. I take out 10 minas and hand it over to him. "Use the extra minas well sir." I say to the old man.
Before I leave, I chop off a thick and durable branch from a nearby oak tree with my iron sword, and hand it to the old man. I help the old man to his feet and ask, "Before I depart sir, do you know the way to Arethor? The Capital of the Holy Oren Empire."
"Arethor...Arethor...I'm afraid not...I'm not from the Holy Oren Empire." says the old man.
I respond, "I understand, farewell sir, and safe travels."
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