Minecraft Account Name: Wendigo22793
How old are you?: 20
Time-Zone: EST+5
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Slight Minecraft role-play, World of Warcraft roleplay, Gmod RP, Warcraft RP, Starcraft2 Custom RP games
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through Evans101, and Eaglestrike999
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A http://www.minecraftforum.net/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: Creating a fake character that you play throughout its “life”
Meta-Gaming: For instance if I see a character name behind a mountain I can’t say “oh lets go see how the view is on top of this mountain.” In other words if I in real life know information it doesn’t necessarily mean my character in game does.
Power-Gaming: If I’m an assassin I can’t say “sneak up behinds the guard and slits his throat silently”. I have to give the character/person in game time to react to my actions. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Riondil Seni
Current Age: 257
Lineage: Father was a cross between a High Elf and a Wood Elf, and my mother was a pure Nothernor. Both died in the war in Aegis
Past / History (includes childhood, major-events, and etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Born during the war in Aegis I was an oddity when it came to children of my lineage. My hair is a dirty blonde and my eyes a darkish blue. My build slightly broader than the average human, the only thing that gives my elvish descent away are my pointed ears. By the time I hit thirty I realized that like my father I was blessed or rather cursed with the slow aging that all elves have. My childhood was lucky. After my parents died in the war I was orphaned on the streets. I survived mostly by stealing. While stealing from a bread shop one day when I was about 10 I ran out into the street and came face to face with a local Lord and his squat companion a dwarf. The lord was just an average human but seemed to bear himself with a regal manner. He looked me up and down and said “my look at you smart, quick, and a strong little runt.” I try to hide the bread but the dwarf hobbles around behind and to see what I was hiding from him. “And it appears a skilled thief, how would you like to come with me and have dinner for the night”
Knowing better than deny a lord I follow him back to his manner on a hill. I am bathed then given clothes. I begin to notice the room around me. Above the fireplace is the portrait of a boy, slightly bigger than me and looked vaguely familiar. Not really caring I throw on my clothes which by the time I got them on were slightly larger than me and headed to the main dining hall. After a rather awkward meal we all sat back. The lord started looking at me in the most peculiar way. Not wanting to meet his gaze I looked down in my lap and began to twiddle my thumbs. I looked up at him as to not be rude and then it hit me I pointed right at him and exclaimed “You’re the boy the in that portrait above the room aren’t you!” he smiled at me and said no that instead that was his recently deceased son. He began to tell me the story behind this rather random dinner. The dwarf sitting next to him was going to be his son’s trainer along with a few others. His son was going to be a great knight when one day in a training accident he was killed. He now has no one to take care of the estates and no heir. So as not to let the family fortune and land that’s been in his family for centuries he needed to find an heir. Well to make a very long story short that heir if everything works out would be me. I was shocked nothing like this ever happened to normal people, only in fairy tales.
So from that day forwards I was trained in the art of being a proper knight, not only with the sword but the pen and tongue as well. At the age of 18 a tragic event became me and my new found family. A band of bandits came to our house and started to raze it. Acting quickly I throw on my training leather and long sword and bow. By the time I got out of the now burned away manor they were gone and they left with them my foster father lying on the ground. I quickly ran to him taking his hand in mine. I felt something wet on my face but I didn’t reach up to swipe it away. He looked at me with piercing gray eyes and started to cough up blood. He said to me I need to find Ragnorak Torrinand and his brother, he will take me into care until my training is complete and with that he died. After burying my father and getting the small belongings that I owned I began my trek to find this mysterious Ragnorak Torrin who would take me into his care and continue my training.
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: I get up from the bench where I was enjoying the warmth of today’s sun. The streets aren’t very crowded this time of day and it seemed peculiar for this man to be out at this time. I stretch my legs in preparation for anything that might come and begin to trail the man. On the way past the guards I take one by the shoulder and force him to walk with me. I explain the situation calmly and tell him to run ahead to the keeps gates to warn the guards and I will stay to follow the man in case something goes awry. The guard nods to me and cuts right where there is a shortcut to the gates so he can cut ahead. I trail him till he is at the castle gates. The guard had done his job well and there was a full team to meet the anonymous man. He stops just out of bowshot and waits for the guards to hail him. The guard I pulled aside steps forwards and asks “what business do you have here peasant, now be off with ya” the strange man doesn’t move but simply offers himself up to the guards. Immediately this arouses my curiosity and move over to help the guards. I ask if I can watch the man in case something wrong but in the back of my head I know that this is either a very clever assassin or a fool. They give me permission and lead me to where the man will be kept. On the way in I catch a quick glimpse of his face and notice a piece of gangrene flesh and part of his bare bone, and quickly as it was there it was gone. As we entered the shadow of the keep I know right away I had probably gotten myself involved in something much larger then myself and that I probably shouldn’t be here.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron long sword, how do you react?
Answer: Not doubting my years of experience and expertise with a blade I step into the bright sunlight to confront the bandits. Sensing my presence they both turn around to confront the possibly new threat. I ask them what seems to be the trouble. Without answering they both look at each other than at me and charge swords flashing in the sunlight. The first one throws a dagger which I quickly swipe aside with my blade. By the time I brought my blade to bare the two were already upon me. Whipping my blade forward I meet the first frenzied but unskilled attacks with some well-placed parries and blocks. Having them off balance I begin to push towards the first man. The first I dispatch quickly with a few short thrusts, he went down with relative ease. While concentrating on the first man the second managed to jump me from behind. We both end up on the ground him on top my sword gone from the struggle. He looks me in the eyes and asks “Any last words?” Seeing no way out of this one I close my eyes and wait for the end. Suddenly I feel his weight pulled off me, I open my eyes to the old man forcing his sword through the bandits guts. After cleaning his blade on the bandits cloak he walks over to me helps me to my feet and says to me “you still got a lot to learn kid.”
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colorful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Immediately the long sword grabs my eye. I ask permission to test its weight. Given permission I grab it and heft it off the wooden stall. I give it a few swings to test its balance and weight. The length fits my build perfectly and the make is of exceptional quality clearly from a master smith. I must have this sword; it would be a lovely addition to my arsenal. I examine the hardened iron for imperfections or cracks. Deep in the many folds of expertly crafted iron where the smith had molded it I can tell its strength and workmanship was beyond comparison to anything I had ever seen before. I look at the man tell him what an incredible sword this is and how he came by it. He told me it was given to him by a strange man in black robes and an old wooden walking staff. He told me he got it for a very low price. Immediately I knew this peddler had gotten it for a bargain, clearly it was worth a lot more. I ask him for triple what he got it for still not what it’s really worth but more than his asking price. He immediately agrees with a look of bewilderment, confusion, and happiness on his face. I walk away happy and he comes out it with a large bag of coins not knowing the better.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible,
and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Overland98
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: GMT +10
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read and
agreed to the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have little
experience in online role-playing.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: The Minecraft Forums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I
have not made any previous applications.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then
please do so (link above): Yes, I will shortly after posting this.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it
and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I shall.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any
definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is act of playing a character and pretending
to be them instead of you. This is accomplished by acting, reacting, talking
and, thinking as if you are your character.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gamming is the use of out of character information in
your character, thus giving the character an advantage over others. An example
would be that Player1 sees a Player2’s nameplate through the wall, Player1 then
begins to role-play as if his character also knows that Player2 is there.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using emotes that are either over
powered or give another character no chance to react. An example would be ‘Character
1 stabs Character 2, killing him.’
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Devon Hunter Overland
Current Age: 24
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Devon was born on the 11th of the seed of The Amber Cold in the city
of Dresden, Hanseti were his parents were lumberjacks. His parents moved to the
fields of Solace when he was two years old due to his parents wanting to learn
to farm in a milder climate than Hanseti. His parents were Devon Overland Senior
and Ruby Overland. He had a brother and two sisters, they were named Leif,
Huntress and, Dawn respectively. He was eldest of the four and Dawn was the
youngest, who was named after the Queen of Salvus during The War on The Undead.
Devon helped as much as he could on the farm. Nonetheless he never was
interested in it and decided to go and craft items out of wood to make up for
his part of the family income. Much of his early life was spent staying around
that farm
One year during the seed of
The Great Harvest, a new family moved in nearby to work on the same fields as his
family did. They were a family of Elves, who no matter what Devon asked they
wouldn’t say where they came from. There were 3 members of their family, the
father was named Averir, the mother was named Iheiu and, the son was named
Sirame. Devon became good friends with Sirame as he also preferred to do other
things besides farming where possible.
Sirame introduced him to
sport of archery, which then Devon started to learn how to fletch arrows so he
and Sirame could have competitions against each other. Much to Devon’s dismay
Sirame almost always won. Devon never used his bow to kill many animals as
Sirame didn’t like to, but some days he would go out into the plains outside of
Solace with his brother, Leif to hunt for the local fauna. He made a good
amount of Minas by doing hunting and he saved up to buy a small dagger to skin
and collect meat from the animals which he killed.
Sometimes Sirame and Devon
would run out into the plains and wheat fields that surrounded Solace. On a
couple of occasions they would stay out for days and forage for food in wherever
they could see something that was edible. They never strayed very far and within
a few hours of looking, their parents would drag them both back to their homes.
As Devon was getting older
he continued to do little heavy work or farming. He still liked to craft things
out of wood and made several wooden swords for his poor attempts to be good
with a sword. Sirame and he continued to do archery competitions and both were
now pretty even matches for each other. Even Devon’s brother Leif would sometimes
join in their competitions.
A few years later both Devon’s and Sirame’s
families had moved to Dresden, Hanseti to try and farm in the hard, rocky soil there.
Devon began to work as a lumberjack while in Hanseti while Sirame continued to
help with farming which both families were still doing. Devon wasn’t a good
lumberjack as he often misaimed the axe and hit a different part of the tree. The
snow was cold, the wind was cold and, the water was cold. Devon wished he could
stay outside and practice archery whenever he felt like it but now, he had to
wear thick clothes and he couldn’t do it at night when it got very, very cold.
Devon continued to hack away at trees and tried to build his weakness so he
could use a sword or an axe. Sirame stopped doing archery competitions with
Devon, as he now did old jobs around the area for most of the day and sometimes
late into the night.
Then the time came when all
the nations of Asulon travelled to Elysium and later, Kalos. Devon, nearly in
his 16th year, settled on Elysium with his family and Sirame’s family. He was
nearly old enough to find his own way in the world and he wanted to leave his
family’s house.
Devon and Sirame started to
travel from town to town finding work and returning to their homes every week
or so. There so many chickens everywhere, sometimes even Devon tripped into the
flocks. These massive flocks of chickens also provided the pair with Minas as
Devon would often shoot many arrows into the flocks trying to score a few of
them.
In Devon’s 17th year he
moved on to Kalos along with Sirame. Both of them did odd jobs around the
settlements there. They spent many a year doing just that. Until the day a land
was discovered.
Everyone
was going onto the boats towards the new land. Sirame decided to head back to
Elysium to be with his family. Devon, On the other hand decided to stay in
Kalos and leave from there. He wasn’t too happy about having to move from place
to place for the second time and hoped he could make his way in the new land.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Devon wants to learn how to fight properly as he very little
experience with swords. He also wants to see Sirame and his family again and hopes
he will be able to find them in Anthos.
Personality:[/b] Devon is a kind and self-sacrificing person to his friends regardless
of their race, he tries to help them if he can. Otherwise he is shy when
meeting new people, unless they have things in common. He also attempts to
avoid fights where possible. Due to Sirame's influence on him, he often greets
people with the word ‘Hail.’
Skills:[/b] Devon is an adept user of the bow. He can also craft things out of wood
with relative ease. However, he is not good with melee weapons or heavy labour
such as mining. He can also read quite well, but does not often write as he is
a novice at it.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]Devon is quite slender with a height of about 5’10
feet. Due to him not done very much heavy work in his life, he has little
strength. His hair is rather dark for a Northerner, leading many to believe
that he has a small quantity of Southeron blood in him. He often wears a black
shirt and some old, grey, rugged trousers which he has had for many years.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Devon often carries around his small dagger that
he bought in Solace as he uses it to carve wood and hunt.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the
event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards
the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Devon stands there for a second
and walks up to a guard nearby and after managing to gather confidence to speak
he says “Hail, There’s a strange looking man going up to the palace, I’m not
sure if he is up to good.”
The guard investigates the
area and turns back at Devon and says in a voice with a slightly angry tone “What
man? Are you trying to trick me?”
Devon turns around and
looks for the man again. He turns back, failing to see him anywhere. He then
goes on to say “I must be seeing things, sorry for wasting your time’ and
continues on towards the gate.
Devon walks towards the
palace to go and see if he was hiding in the area surrounding it. He looks
around, trying to find him and doesn’t see the elusive man. He goes on to
mutter to himself “I must be seeing things.”
Just after muttering to
himself he hears the groan of a guard and he runs back. He sees the man who
just took out a guard in a poorly lit area. Devon shouts “GUARDS!” The man
notices him and tries to run off as the guards get to scene.
Devon, now standing with
the same guard as before says “I guess I’m not seeing things then” and walks
off to the gate, having a new story to tell in the many shops in Kingston.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Devon tries to sneak up on the
people by carefully placing each foot slowly on the ground. He walks over to a
nearby log and listens intently what they saying.
“Give us your money, you
old man.”
“N- No… Just leave me in
peace.”
“You have one more chance,
now bring us it!”
Devon, hearing all this
talk decides to walk away carefully, hoping to not get involved. The next
moment Devon finds himself face first in the ground and his new longsword
hitting a rock after he tripped on a exposed root. He pulls himself back up and
looks back at the cabin. Now the bandits are staring at him and their faces
look unimpressed.
“Great…” Devon thinks to
himself, unsure of what to do.
“Come here you” says one of
the bandits as they walk towards Devon, with their weapons drawn.
Devon attempts to lift
himself up and run as fast as he can, it was too late the bandits were already
quite close. He knew he was going to have to fight.
Devon picks up his
longsword and holds it to his left side, preparing to execute some sort of
attack. The first bandit came with his iron broadsword. Devon attempts to swing
his sword as hard as he could to try and hit the bandit. The sword swings right
past the bandit and hits a part of the bandit’s left wrist. Devon attempts to
swing his sword up and over his head to strike the bandit’s head.
Devon now swinging the
sword over his head decides to let go of it and try to run away. The sword hits
one of bandit’s shoulders lightly and Devon sees his chance to escape. He
doesn’t look back as he runs back onto the road and as far away from the
clearing as possible.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind
a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hail there, what do you have
for sale?” Devon spoke responding the Dwarf’s words.
“I have many goods for
sale, which I want to get rid of” The dwarf replied “yer can haggle or pick a
price if ye want.”
Devon was interested in the Dwarf’s stock and
he looks for something to buy. He sees some arrows but, not ordinary arrows. He
then inquires “What about those arrows? They look like they are well crafted.”
“Ther’ iron arrows used in war, quite strong
and reusable. I have had them since I lived in the Kingdom of Urguan” The Dwarf
answered.
“Ok, how much for them?”
Devon responded.
“60 Minas for 10” The Dwarf
replied.
“How about 45?”
“55”
“48?”
“50”
“What about 49 Minas?”
The Dwarf pauses for a
moment and begins to speak “It’s a deal then,” now going over to grab the
arrows “I guess a single Mina isn’t much difference.
Devon puts his hand is his
pocket to retrieve the Minas and hands them over to the Dwarf while the ten
arrows were passed in the opposing direction. Devon farewelled the Dwarf with a
wave and begun his trek back to his home city of Kingston.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:Massivecraft, D&D, and many more.
Role-playing:Role playing is like: -Odd man in a brown cape with a coin in his hand and wearing a leather hat, walks into an old in and orders a beer as he has a glass eye-
Meta-gaming:it means to be out of the game like, let me say you jest got a game and you aren't in OCC and you say it in role play i believe that is meta gaming
Power-emoting:Power emoting is like saying you don't give the other play any turn to say anything like -player 1 kills player 2- player 2 didn't get to do anything at all that is power emoting.
Full Name:Uzk Bubhosh
Current Age:18
Race:orc
SubRace/SubName:Dwarf/ nulen hammer
History: when Uzk Bubhosh was born they called him Nubhosh because they didn't think he would be strong and good. he grew up as a kid called Nubhosh, he didn't like it but it jest mad him more better then he was. his dad called him a Glob for trying to train. his son became kind of good with an axe, sadly his father still called him a Glob for even trying. later on in life there was a war he tried to get in when he was about 7 years old he was much Bubhosh and stronger then before he was allowed to go in even know he wasn't a full orc man yet. it was war with a little clan of human's their wasn't many of them. they pillaged them and toke most of their food. it mad uzk feel Bubhosh about him self his father had died in one of these battles. soon after Uzk was sent to find a new place to live at the age 17 with a few other people it toke him a year to get to a mountain ware they would make a clan the slow was heavy fog was heavy to, most of them died uzk past out at the night of may 16 and wasn't herd of.
Ambitions for the Future: to become a high person (High as in cpt and stuff)
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Main Account Name: Delmasca
Alternate Account Name: N/A
How old are you?: 22
Time-Zone: American CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Have built and run several forum based Role Plays. RP forum boards, and have been role-playing for 10+ years.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum?: Yes.
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, deeply.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing to me, is the state, in which, a person can become somebody or something else entirely. It is a form of acting, you become that character and you build a life that you would want to live. Role-playing to me is exactly that, a lifestyle, a way to escape the ordinary and become something more.
Meta-gaming: Taking something unkown to your character, normally something you read on someone elses profile ect, and applying it to your character, suddenly knowing that Johnny killed his parents and that's why he is a tortured soul. Basicly stealing knowledge to gain the upper hand without consulting the other player/gm/character.
Power-emoting: When you write out an action and assume that it is successful. You are role-playing the other players character without their consent and causing some sort of damage and/or major plot development without first consulting the other player. IE: Mark stabs Mary through the chest, watching the life leave her eyes as he pulls the blade from her heart, leaving her lifeless body behind him.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Delmasca
Current Age: 158
Race: Elf
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History: Malinor has always been home to Delmasca. His family's migrated to Anthos from Elysium with the rest of their kind nearly a decade ago. Many moved to the towering tree lines, and built a city for themselves however this was not the case for Delmasca and his family. Delmasca grew up in a solitary cottage in the woods with his father and elder brother Ranove. Together Ranove and Delmasca trained to be great hunters like their father, Delmasca hoped to one day become something of legend to the people of Mlinor, to be known as The Great Hunter Delmasca.
While Ranove was old enough to be out on his own, Delmasca was still considered to be to small to hunt by himself. He spent most of his days training with a bow, or practicing his sword play. His nights were spent learning how to tan leather and craft useful materials, as the woodland life was a harsh unforgiving one. Malinor woods were known by many to be unsafe, stories of raids on homes and villages were common, most of them revolving around the Valah Bandits. Delmasca had always disregarded these stories until one faithful day that would forever change his life. Ranove and Delmasca were sent off one morning by their father to hunt for the evenings supper. While they were gone the Valah Bandits came across their cottage. The brothers would never know what happened until they returned. Their home had been robbed, destroyed and burned to the ground, and not far from that place, by a tree lay their father, cut down while trying to protect their only home.
With nobody left but his older brother, the two created new life for themselves Mercenary's, and where as Ranove was content to no longer capture and kill criminals, Delmasca had a bigger goal in his mind. The two of them built a small lodging in the trees, catching thieves and murderers and delivering them to the city limits for little to no coin. By this time however Delmasca had come up with a new plan, a way to exact his revenge and achieve a personal goal. In the dead of night he took what he could and left his older brother behind.
With a new goal in his mind to become a legend Delmasca has set off on his journey across Anthos, his plan, to find the Valah Bandits and kill them all.
Ambitions for the Future: To become a legend that is talked about for years to come, and to kill any and all of the Valah Bandits
Personality: Delmasca is little for conversation. Although when he does speak he convays a level of intelligence and know-how. He keeps his emotions in check, however he has a rage inside that spills out more often than it should.
Skills: Delmasca is well versed in the art of survival, having been raised a hunter with his brother Ranove. He has been keeping himself trained in hand to hand combat and sword play. Delmasca has taken to the life of a, self proclaimed, ranger and has since learned the art of being stealthy, keeping himself hidden in the darkness, however he is also skilled in hiding in plain sight.
Appearance: Delmasca has deep black hair, which he keep concealed under a hood at all times. His clothing is dark stained leather, perfect for keeping himself hidden in the darkness.
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Delmasca crept through the trees silently. He knew that if the elder elves noticed him they could easily outnumber him in a fight. His body remained hidden in the thickness of the trees, his hand glided over his chest and flicked a small dagger into his hand. He hated to waste a good weapon on something so trivial, but he knew all to well what it was like to be looked down upon by those older than him. Flicking the dagger outwards, Delmasca quickly moved his position as it sped through the air and into the ground next to the older elves. The older elves were shocked and surprised, quickly looking around for any sign of the assailant. Delmasca drew his blade and stepped from the shadows, “Do we have an issue?” he smirked.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: His ears perk up to the sound of coins falling to the ground, a small smile crosses his face “Music to my ears.” Delmasca looks over the old man, kneeling down beside him. “You know whats sad about the current situation?” he began to run his hand over the mans pockets, failing to find anything interesting as he moved to the coins. Picking them up one by one Delmasca chuckled slightly, “The sad thing is that I normally don't rob old timers.” He plopped the coins into his own coin pouch and sighed. “Truly sorry about this old man, but you don't look like you need these coins anyway.” he began to walk away then paused, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. He looked to the sky then to the ground and mumbled to himself. His hand crossed over the coin pouch and untied it, he turned and tossed it to the old man then walked away, still feeling a sense of guilt and shame. “Damn you brother...”
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: The man stands by the carriage, running on about “Wonderful items from far away lands!” the normal merchant lines used on travelers. Delmasca makes a mental note of some of the more rare items the man carries, a few gems and some high quality armor that could sell for a high oprice in the underground markets. “How much for the jewel shard there?” he asks, the merchant looks to a medium sized red jewel shard, the kind that is shaped almost like a diamond but is rough cut, like it was just pulled from the earth. “Ah yes! This jewel is very special indeed! It was said that it came from another world, some sort of gateway to another plain.” Delmsca scoffed and tapped hims fingers on his arm, “Yeah yeah, how much?” the merchant looked annoyed, “50 minas firm.” he crossed his arms, obviously he was upset about Delmascas unwillingness to listen to his story. Delmasca shook his head and smiled, “How about we make a deal? I'll give you 10 minas plus this sword, its a fine piece of work, crafted by one of the best elven sword-smiths around.” The merchants eyes lit up, “Elven sword you say? Hmmm.” he paused for a moment, “30 and the sword and you have a deal.” Delmasca smiled and took out his pouch of minas. “How about 20 Minas, the sword and you throw in that axe along with the gem?” The merchant stood in silence, thinking over the proposal. “Come on, how many more times are you going to find elven craftsmenship like this?” Delmasca flashed the blade. The man sighed and grabbed the axe and gem, placing them infront of Delmasca. “You drive a hard bargin lad, but we have a deal.”
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: MunroWood
How old are you?: 24
Time-Zone: GMT -5 (EDT)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have. And a good set of rules they are.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I participated in several play-by-post RPGs on various forums about 8-10 years ago. Since then, I haven't been an active RP'er. I hope to change that.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Um, some random Minecraft website. It might have been minecraftforum.net, but I can't remember.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I have read it. Bottom line: dwarves like to fight a lot. Especially with the orcs. I will to continue to review it, since there is a lot to remember, but I really appreiciate the rich history that has been developed.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is a way to tell a story collaboratively, unleash the imagination, and have a ton of fun. It is important to remember that your character must fit into the hierarchy of the other people playing with you.
Meta-gaming: Cheating, plain and simple. Giving your character inside information takes the fun out of the experience. This is true not only for other players, but for yourself.
Power-emoting: This is another thing that takes the fun out of role-playing. Simply put, this is an effort to make yourself out to be the winner, no matter what, by going beyond your actions to the result of those actions, usually in a way that takes away all the other player's power in the encounter. Boring. Obviously, it can also be frustrating when another person tries to play your character for you.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Fimund Axegrinder
Current Age: 77
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any): Unknown, but his grandmother claimed to be a Grandaxe.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Fimund grew up in a poor family. His father, Jormund, was never successful at any venture, and was hounded by debt. Fimund's earliest memories involve packing his few belongings in the dead of night and fleeing whatever town his family was living in at the time. He lost count of the number of times this happened.
His father tried his hand at carpentry, smithing, gambling, grain speculation, highway robbery, and several other occupations that Fimund can't even remember. His father failed at all of these things, but kept thinking up some new plan to strike it rich. The stress of that lifestyle turned out to be too much for Fimund's mother, who fell ill and died of a fever at the young age of 300.
That was the last straw for the young dwarf, who struck out on his own, hoping to settle down and make a decent living.
Ambitions for the Future: Fimund just wants to find something he is good at, and settle down to a quiet life of moderate prosperity. He is afraid that he might turn out to be just as unfocused and hapless as his father, but he is determined not to fail. Despite his desire to settle down, he still has an adventurous streak that won't quite go away.
Personality: Fimund has trouble relating to other people. Due to moving around constantly, he never had any close friends as a young beardling. He has a stubborn determination about him that allows him to accomplish the things he sets his mind to. His mother instilled in him a strong sense of duty and knowledge of right and wrong, but the poor example set by his father has led to difficulty living up to his principles. He has a very hard time seeing things from other people's point of view. However, he goes out of his way to find out all the details before forming his own opinions. Overall, people find him to be friendly and good, but his stubborn nature has gotten him into a few altercations in the past, and he is not afraid to come to blows over an argument.
Skills: Fimund's mother, Lima, educated him thoroughly as a child. Nowadays, he spends a lot of time reading and writing, and he learned to do delicate work with his hands. This has earned him some scorn from the other dwarves around him, who focused more on rough work. He has below average skill with weapons and large tools, but what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Many schoolyard fights ended quickly when he intimidated his stronger opponent with a childish war-cry as he rushed in headlong. As a hobby, Fimund creates ornate daggers. He has alsoshowed skill in masonry.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Fimund is tall for a dwarf, but somewhat slight of build. His bright red hair has begun to thin at the top. He keeps his beard trimmed to a length about halfway down his chest. He has a small nose and small brown eyes, which don't draw too much attention. If not for the garish tint of his hair and beard, he would look very unremarkable. In most cases, he moves with slow deliberation, until he gets excited. At that point, he gets fidgety and can't stop moving.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Fimund speaks slowly and concisely, wthout much accent, except when he gets angry, at which point he becomes nearly unintelligible, struggling even to put a sentence together. He rarely loses his temper, though.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As gem-lust fills my heart to the brim, I begin to search my surroundings for some tool or item that I can use to make it across safely. Frantic, I pace back and forth for several minutes before determining that there is nothing around to make the task easier. But I have to have those diamonds.
Carefully, I edge out onto the thin shelf of protruding rock. Dust and pebbles shift and clatter down into the abyss below. My heart is in my throat. With a sharp crack, the bridge begins to give way. But I'm almost across, so I leap the last few feet. The cavern shakes as teh rocks tumble into the gloom, and I let out a sigh of relief. Then I get to work chipping away at the rock holding the massive gems in place, too engrossed in my work to realize that there is no safe path back across the chasm.
[b]2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: I turn back to my ale, hoping that one of the other people in the room will intervene. It's not my business, right? I choose to ignore the fact that the only other patron is an old merchant, who has gone half-mad, sitting in the other corner talking to himself. I'm actually more disturbed by how distracting the kid's bawling is that the clearly hostile intent of the ruffians who are slowly making their way closer.
But then they get really close to the beardling. He probably owes them money, and they're just trying to scare him a little. That knife looks awfully sharp. In a flash, I realize that I am the only one who can help him. Father Urguan would never have just stood by at a time like this. I leap to my feet, knocking over my drink, and it splashes all over the crying beardling's feet. He begins to shout at me for ruining his boots, but I rush past and get between him and his attackers.
The one with the dagger looks at me, with an expression that almost seems puzzled. He opens his mouth to say something, and I take the opportunity to knock a couple of his teeth out. But his friend isn't caught by surprise. He grabs a tankard of ale and clubs me on the top of the head. The room goes dark.
[b]3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: I am taken by surprise, but he seems friendly enough. I pause for a moment. There's nothing pressing in my schedule. " 'Ere, gimme two," I reply.
"Where ya headed off ta in such a hurry?" He asks, running his gnarly fingers through a long beard thick with the smell of stale ale.
I take a second to think about it, but I can't remember. "Nowhere import'nt." The mugs are brimming with cold brew, foam overflowing and dripping down the sides. I lick my lips and take a long gulp. The bar-keep gives me another crooked grin.
Name: Berrfoul Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: __TnT__ How old are you?: I am 17 years old. Time-Zone: I go off of West coast Pacific Time. Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read and understand the rules. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I play other MMO RPG’s, one for example is LOTRO. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found it off of Google when I was searching for an RP server. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have applied once before. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88090-elf-berrfoul/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have read it and followed it in my biography.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Sort of like acting as a character, and doing what that character would do. Meta-gaming: Using outside information to get ahead in-game or to get an unfair advantage in it. Power-emoting: Forcing an emote or action onto someone without their consent.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Berrfoul Teres Crona Current Age: 21 years old Sub-race (if any): A rare crossbreed between a Wood Elf and a Dark Elf (mostly Dark Elf qualities) Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): He lived happily with his parents in the Wood Elves’ forest for the
first 5 years of his life. His father, Borato was an adventurous young
Dark that left the caves which the rest of his family and friends lived,
when he was only 20 years of age. From Borato’s youth he had heard
stories of glorious trees that reach to the sky. Borato left his family
behind and found his way to Malinor. He there met his mother who was a
Dryad. The two married against friends’ advice and without blessing.
However they were in love. They lived happily together on the outer
edges of society where there would be less discriminating eyes, and
where Borato was able to still worship to his goddess Velulaei. The
couple was still young when they had Berrfoul he was 300 while she was
350. When Berrfoul was only 5 years of age war tore their little family
apart. His mother was killed in a raid, and his father was captured in
battle. Afterwards, Berrfoul was sent to the only relative nearby, which
was his mother’s brother a Wood Elf, Faran. Faran was a wood worker
that loved to hunt, not so much the killing part as much as the chase.
“You can’t beat the adrenaline that comes from the chase.” was his most
famous saying. Berrfoul had darker skin. He felt different when he grew
up. His grey skin made him always feel out of place among the brown
skinned wood elf children, but he eventually didn’t care what his
appearance was compared to the other elves, and they didn’t either. When
he was old enough his uncle he taught him to hunt, track and be
stealthy. Berrfoul was especially good at disappearing in the night. They
would often go on outings with nothing but a bow sword and a dozen
arrows. Berrfoul soon learned of his father’s disappearance in battle at
the age of 15. From that moment forth he swore to himself that he would
find him. Berrfoul eventually did outings without his uncle, and spent
his time training in the woods alone with his weapons. He became deadly
with a sword and more so with a bow. At the age of 19 he joined the army
for the Wood Elves. He was a loyal follower that worked hard and was
fun to be with, making conversations and making friends. Then he went
into battle. They were ambushed in the middle of the night, only a third
of the company survived, and many of his friends died. After that
battle everyone was released from duty because the company was disbanded
for lack of people. He now is careful who he makes friends with because
it was apparently a friend of his who was a spy for the enemy and that
gave their group away. Because of that battle he also lost faith in
Velulaei, the goddess he was taught as a young child. He now is more
quiet and is always half suspicious of everyone he meets now. Now he
roams the land looking for ways to find his father, with little hope. 16
years after they are gone he loses hope and now only wishes to avenge
his mother’s death and father’s capture. With his uncle refusing to
travel with him Berrfoul now travels alone mostly with little direction
on where to go, to seek a place in the army. He hopes to find a part of
the army where he is able to go behind enemy lines and act as an
intelligence source or can be used for attacks at vital points. Ambitions for the Future: Fight those who took his parents from him. Personality: Quiet, loyal to the end, honest to a fault, suspicious, resourceful takes advantage of what he can find. Skills: Exceptional with a bow, and not too shabby with a sword, knows how to hunt, cook, and hide. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Mostly like a Dark Elf in appearance, how ever dresses like a Wood Elf.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions Each
question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one
paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any
point.
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1.
As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering
and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves
are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Knowing
myself am solely a young ling compared to them, I walk up to them and
tell them, “We should not to mock the young, and that we should take
care of the young, like a sapling.” “Hey this is none of your business, you can just leave now.” I turn to them, as a proud elf of these woods I say “You should not tease this young one.” “And
who will make me stop?” he snickered, “Certainly not you.” I then turn
to comfort the elf they bullied. I then take him by the hand and we walk
away. “Come now, lets find your parents.”
2.
Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old
man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the
ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold
coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the
pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: I quickly rush to his side and help him up. “Sir are you well? May I
help you?” He stares at me with heavy eyes. I then draw my knife, and
cut off a piece of my shirt. I used the cloth as a bag while I gather
the elder’s coins. “Here you go sir, let me help you on your way.” *groans* “Thank you young elf for you kindness and help” I help him stand and hand him his walking stick. “May I walk you to your destination?” I ask. “That would be fine, but keep up,” he chuckled as he slowly started walking away. I jumped up and followed after him, watching the trees on either side as we walked.
3.
Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing
in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and
calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his
carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to
haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item,
haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk over. “Hail friend!” he yells while I am still a short ways away. I
look around me, watching for any signs of others that could mean a
trap. After I am satisfied I loosen him up a little by asking about his
day. “How are you? Is business well?” He
responds “Yes, I this spot has been good to me, I have found you!” He
chirped cheerfully. “Now can I get you anything you don’t yet have? I
have a full stock and was heading to town. I am stopping for lunch but I
my doors are still open.” The tall elf handed me a paper with his
inventory. “Hmm, you have arrows I see correct?” “Yes I do” “I have been running low lately, so how about two dozen arrows?” “Ah, yes that’ll be bout 50 gold” “Oh, well, I do say that is quite a bit” “Ah well they are of high quality” replied the vendor pridefully. “How bout 30?” “Oh no I could not go that low, I can do 40 however.” “35?” I cross my arms. He steps back and leans on the cart. “Nope, sorry 40 is all I can do.” “I can only do 35 gold now, I’m sorry but that’s all.” “Ah well then I guess you must live without your arrows, sorry we couldn’t do business.” He turned to get his lunch when I said. “I could just ask my buddy in
town to make me a dozen for less.” I bluffed. I watched his eyes get
wider and he stood up straight. “I guess I don’t need the arrows now.” I
turned to walk away, knowing he couldn’t resist a customer. “Wait!
wait!” he yelled. “I can do 35 gold for the two dozen arrows. I must be
crazy but you seem good and all.” He grabs the arrows and turns to me.
“Ah, here you go, two dozen arrows. May they fly straight and true.” I
handed him the money. “And may you have a profitable day, and safe travels my friend!” I call back.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: candydeath13
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played
Dungeons and Dragons, and enjoy playing on roleplaying servers on MMOs.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I went looking for a
good roleplaying server and found videos on YouTube that made me want to
learn more.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:
Roleplaying is making decisions based on what the character would do.
You are the character, but the character is also its own entity, and
should make its own decisions.
Meta-gaming:
Meta-Gaming is the act of using information unavailable to other players to help with
in-game situations and decisions. For example, if someone tells you that
there is a dungeon underneath a nearby village IRL, but you two are
nowhere near each other in-game, you cannot go to the dungeon without
first being told in-game. Essentially, if you have information IRL, your
character has to have found out about it in-game before he can use it
(this includes OOC and /tells).
Power-emoting:
Power-emoting is when someone makes a choice or takes an action using an emote without
allowing a reaction. For example, if you were (in D&D) to shoot an
arrow at someone, you can’t just say “I shoot them with my bow”. You
must pull out the bow, then begin to fire. At either of these points,
another player has an opportunity to react, unlike if you skip these
steps.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Dain Thrainson
Current Age: 27
Sub-race (if any): Northern
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
When I was younger, I enjoyed archery and helping my father keep watch on the city. I never really liked swords much, though if the need arises I
can stand them. I've always enjoyed farming and hunting, and absolutely
adore the mechanics of running and maintaining a shop. My father’s brother, my uncle, ran a shop himself, which I worked at on weekends, for a couple of minas here and there. One day, my father disappeared, supposedly heading , and I was left with my uncle (my mother had also been taken by orcs when I was very young). He taught me all about bows and hunting, and, unlike my father, told me about my mother. He often compared me to her, my eyes, my hair. He always told me we had the same green eyes, brown hair, and stubborn tendencies. He always became sad and depressed when he spoke of her.
When I moved out, I became interested in buying and running a shop
of my own. But, as I began to make plans and save money, I discovered
something. Whilst cleaning out the storage rooms of my old childhood
home (being twenty four then), I discovered my father's journal. Upon
reading it, I discovered that he had been making seemingly illegal deals
with a band of rogue orcs. I refused to believe that he would endanger
what little of our family was left like that, including himself, without
a good reason. After months and months of scouting around and reading through his journal, I discovered what he was bargaining for – my mother. I have been trying to find these orcs ever since, hoping that one day, when I do catch them, I will have my questions answered, or else get my revenge on those who robbed me of my mother and father.
Up until now I've been scouting around and researching, just as I did before, only this time I searched for the orcs themselves. I have heard all sorts of rumours, some of which going so far as to claim that this violent band of orcs had gone to stay with the elves! So I have begun to lose hope that I will ever find them, but I will keep trying until I am either successful or dead. Now, I what hope I have is what I believe fate will bring me. I plan on settling down now, and resuming my hunt later, keeping an ear open for tales or rumours of nearby orcs.
Ambitions for the Future:
I wish to discover what happened between my parents and the orcs, and then settle down and open up a shop, somewhere along the countryside. Maybe then I could perhaps create a family of my own, one that will not be taken from, like my parents were.
Personality: : Quick thinking, can think of a battle plan or strategy to get out of almost any situation (they don't always work, though). A bit reckless, tends to make mistakes and rush his plans, often leading to failure. Jokes all the tiime, when with friends. Determined to solve the mystery of his parents' disappearances.
Skills: Skilled with a bow, due to years of training with his uncle. Moves silently when hunting, and is very experienced at it. Moderately fast sprinter, can go long distances without rest, but isn't very strong.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Stands approx. 6' 2", weighs a good 180 lbs, light brown hair, green eyes, generally seen joking with friends in public, wearing his hunting outfit and carrying his leather pouches and satchel. Often seen poring over his father's journal.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Skin made by TheAirak
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one
paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1.
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure
stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly
up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you
do?
Answer: I call out to the guards, and point out the
strange figure. “Guards, over there!” I shout.The figure looks toward
me, and then to the guards, and sprints into the alleyway, guards right
behind him. “Hey, stop!” the guards shout. Cries of “Don’t let him get
away!” come from that direction, followed by the sounds of a struggle. I
run down the alleyway to help, only to discover that they already
caught him. “Why are you sneaking around like tha’?” a guard asks him.
Another takes off the figure’s hood to reveal an orc. “What has the time
come to when you can’t even walk without being beaten to the ground?”
he growls. “Why did you run from us if you were just out for a walk,
orc?” the guard spits back vehemently. The orc struggles with the guard
holding him down, then breaks free and starts running again! “After
him!” the guards shout. But the orc is already out of sight, having run
off into the town.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep
oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small
cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a
small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear
to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron
longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I hang back and see
what happens, but one of them almost sees me. “’Ey, was that oe’r
there?” he asks his companion. “Nothin’, probably jus’ the wind.” I wait
until they turn back to the old man, then pick up a handful of rocks as
quietly as I can, and throw them. They both turn and run over to the
area, shouting curses. “Come out, you! I ‘eard ye’, no use hindin’ from
us anyhow, we’ll find ye’!” I hear as they shout to the nonexistent
person they are trying to catch in the distance. I poke my head out from
behind the tree and whisper-shout to the old man, “Hurry, run, before
they get back! Grab your most important items and go!” He grabs his
things and runs off in the other direction, and I run back the way I
came, ignoring the frustraded curses and shouts of the bandits back at
the cottage.
3. You are standing within the mighty
human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful
stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a
variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about
anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to
haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items
of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer:
I walk up and inquire about the goods. “Hail, fine sir. What would you
consider a fair price for a few of these arrows you have here?”
“Your choice of price sir, so long as I can profit from it.”, he says with a
wink.
“How does two minas each sound?”, I ask, “I’m not quite sure how
much effort went into making these, but they do look like very high
quality arrows.”
“Oh, you can do better than that sir. Say, four minas?” he answers.
“3 is my maximum, I still need to buy water and bread with what little I have.”
“But surely you realize I can sell you those as well, how about two loaves
of bread, 10 arrows, and a bucket of water for 40 minas?”
“40 minas!?! That is outrageous, that is! I’ve only got a good 250 minas to
me name at the moment, and only 30 on me! If I’m going to buy those you
can take the 30, otherwise I shall have to shop elsewhere.” I respond
angrily.
“Fine, fine. But there is one condition I wish to make, if I
am to lower the price so drastically. I want you to help me bake the
rest of this bread I’ve made, so that I can sell it all by nightfall.”
I apologize for the formatting issues, I've been trying to fix them but for some reason or another a good portion of it is entirely bold. Also, I had a hard time finding out information about the lore (Aegis specifically), so it doesn't have a ton about that in there.
EDIT: I went back and read some of the applications above this one, and noticed a couple of similarities. Just want to make sure you know that any similarities are coincidences
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: vistasaviour12
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: (GMT - 4:00 hours) Atlantic Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A few other RP Minecraft Servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Youtube
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is immersing oneself into the specific role of a character. Taking on their characteristics, emotions, skills etc. to fully portray a role.
Meta-gaming: Using of OCC (Out of Character) knowledge in character or RP. For example, I if I acquired knowledge of a gathering among members while OCC and I then used that knowledge to turn up at this gathering as if I knew that it was going to take place. This is wrong because my character did not gain such knowledge in game.
Power-emoting: Forcing an emote that is over powered onto another player,making it very difficult or even impossible when attempting to counter attack. For example, *Helv unsheathes his sharpened blade and fiercely swings it slicing off everyone's head with incredible ease
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Helvetica Mercury
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northener
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Helvetica grew up in a small, out of the way settlement near Feldkirch, a settlement which was almost entirely built by his ancestors. Helvetica's father, Olafe was a carriage driver and his mother Korahliah, was a blacksmith. Their little village often provided weapons and artillery to the bigger settlements and castles in the near by surroundings. When Valynard was 17, he and his father took off into the wilderness to drop of a shipment of swords and shields for a wealthy Elven household in the East. While in Malinor, Helv and his father resided at an inn for a few days, where Helvetica befriended a Elven girl named Auriel. Auriel later encouraged Helvetica into smoking herbs. They both discovered a strange purple flower growing beside a stream and picked its petals and experiment with it
They both got instantly high, above and beyond high. They hallucinated and heard talking everywhere and they eventually both passed out. Helvetica regained consciousness at the Inn hours later and was greeted by a jester standing beside him. The jester was explaining what happened during the hours Helv was unconsciousness, little did he know that the jester was never even there. Whatever Auriel gave Helvetica surely changed him. And so he lived for 5 years, imagining a jester at his side every waking second of his existence.He would talk to it, fight with it, dance with it as if he was actually there.The jester influenced his thoughts and decisions molding him into one himself, corrupting his sanity bit by bit
He currently lives in Feldkirch working a jester amusing the locals. Being quite young, Helv isn't entirely sure of what he should do with his life. The army seems interesting to him but the jester isn't to happy about that...maybe one day.
Ambitions for the Future: Helvetica wants to join a clan and to probably further his skills there,maybe even making his own someday.
Personality: Helvetica is hysterical and is considered to be insane to almost everyone he meets. He laughs and cackles randomly and is quickly excited at the sight of action. He never really thinks of what he is saying or doing which sometimes gets poor Helvy into unwanted situations.
Skills: Being quite young, he is not fully accomplished at fighting or building. He tells funny jokes though.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Helvetica enjoys speaking of himself in the third person. He finds it gladdening.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Helvetica spots the man and knows that he should act before something wrong occurs. Helvetica ponders facing the man himself but he is quickly rebuked by the jester who states 'Blood on the new shirt is might scare away business ,Helv.'He agrees. Helvetica then holds his hands up to his lips, cuffs them and shouts loudly to the guards.'Oi! That man over there seems suspicious!'The guard notices the man making his way to the palace and quickly dashes to him and confronts him. They remove his cloak and realized that he was a burglar attempting to steal. He was apprehended by the guards as Helvetica turned around and made his way back to the tavern.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: Helvetica unsheathes his iron longsword immediately preparing himself for the worst. He slowly and stealthily makes his way from out of the bushes he was hiding in and creeps his way behind the thugs. With the element of stealth on his side, Helvetica raises his sword and strongly bashes the pommel into one of the bandit's head, throwing him to his knees screaming in agony. The 2nd bandit raises his sword and charges, our blades clash as Helvetica is pushed to the ground. I swing my blade cutting his ankle and I hopped back on my feet and held the sword fixed at his throat. I resisted the jester's urges to slice his throat there and then and kicked hthe bandit to his knees and bashed his head into the cobblestone wall, bloodying it. As I turned around, the 1st bandit springs on me punching me repeatedly with his iron gloves. The old man quickly took his small blade and jabbed it into his back of his head causing him to fall off of me. I got up and stood in front of the old man, protecting him and pushed my blade upward and viciously threatened the bandits. They both got up fully and cowardly dashed into the forests. The old man thanked me and gave me his small blade as I made my way off ever more determined to advance my skills in combat.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Realizing that he was probably able to get something of for very cheap, Helvetica points out to him a pair of red gloves reasoning that it would look so cool on the jester. The jester examines it and agrees
"So...how much for these find gloves here?" Asked Helvetica
"Ahh...got those gloves in the South...there handcrafted y'know...about 30?" Answered the merchant
"What?! I can get one of these at the market for 15! "Answered Helevtica
"Err...25? Answered the merchant
"15! Its already slightly torn!" Answered Helevtica
"Fine!! 20 and it yours?" Answered the merchant
"Fine..." Replied Helvetica
Helvetica places the 20 minas in on the wooden table and snatches the gloves. He strolls off somewhat annoyed.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: ace134 (yes no capital)
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: NZ +12 GMT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have indeed
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I play D&D With friends often.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have seen it on multiple forums such as the mindcrack fan forum, I have also seen it on the minecraft forum
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes to the best of my knowledge I will.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To act as a character that is not yourself Example: I could be roleplaying as a nomad that wanders the barren landscape of a war-torn world.
Meta-gaming: In role-play this is any out of character action for example adjusting your actions on foreknowledge for example: Because I have read ahead I know this bridge is trapped so I shall avoid it.
Power-emoting: This is using an emote to take away the ability for another player to prevent the action For example: *Kills Joe and uses a spell so that he cannot come back to life* Or *You give me all your items and then run away*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Elhand Trannyth
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I hale originally from the city of Aldesberg in Anthos Where I grew up with my father, mother and my twin brother, our mother ran a market stall while our father was a blacksmith. We lived in a small building in the market district of town. It was crowded and small as we were quite poor. I had grown up always wishing to join the city guard while my brother had always wished to become a merchant. So I grew up sword in hand training in an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city while my brother grew up training with the travelling merchants that would come and go. Eventually we both got our wish, I joined the city guard at the age of 19, my brother left the city to pursue his own goal the same year. Over the next few years life was good as food was plentiful thanks to my position in the guard.
I eventually managed to secure the rank of sergeant I was well respected by my mean and a natural born leader. One evening we were out on patrol when we spotted lights coming from a long abandoned warehouse we all thought this strange has we had all grown up in this city and none of us had ever seen any activity from that warehouse, we went to investigate and as we drew nearer we begin to hear a strange echoing chat, it sounded almost orcish. I signalled for my men to halt. The cold air whipped through our armour and you could almost smell the fear permeating the area. Eventually we mustered up the courage to investigate the building, we kicked down the doors shouting “City watch, Don’t mover!” but when we entered the building it was far beyond what even the most superstitious of us may have imagined, four young children were tied together there muffled cries echoing throughout the room, around them was a circle painted in blood and around that stood four shrouded beings turned towards us, I stood there sweat beading on my forehead my sword held high I mustered the strongest voice I could “City watch, your under arrest” my men shuffled nervously next to me as we none of the figures had spoken a word yet. I gestured to my men “Arrest them now!” four of us including myself moved up to encircle the men, we quickly threw handcuffs around there spindly veiny arms and hurried them out of the building. The remainder of my men untied the children. I think we all left there a little different than we were when we entered. I know I did for from that day I have had an intense hatred for evil and all its forces stand for. After that day I could not stand to remain in the city, it reeked of evil and hatred. I decided to begin a new life in the city of Abresi, I signed up for the guard there and I was very quickly offered a position in the chapter of the lion where I still serve today.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
To climb the ranks of the Chapter Of The Lion and bring peace to land
a happy person but very wary of strangers, Dedicated to serving his nation.
Skills:[/b]
I am excellent with a sword and a skilled tactician.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Messy brown hair, average height and strongly built
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
He’s not an orphan so…. Yay?
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Elhands eyes scan the area searching for the best route to the figure, he eventually decides on the head on approach. His feet thud on the cobbles as a he runs toward the figure "Halt!" he shouts as he nears the figure. He turns to look at him and darts of into an alleyway Elhand gestures for one of the guards to follow. The figure turns a corner and Elhand darts into an alleyway he emerges in-front of the figure he stops and just as the other guards arrive he disappears in a blinding flash of light.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron[/b] [b]blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Elhand spots the bandits and ducks behind a tree, he silently draws his sword a shine runs up it as he removes it from its sheath. He bounds out from behind the tree running towards the bandits his feet make a slight crunching sound as they crush the grass, I jump just as the bandit nearest to Elhand turns. he land on top of the first bandit and slides his sword into his chest covering his blade with thick crimson blood. The second bandit lets out an almighty war cry as the first slumps to the ground, Elhand pulls his blade from the bandits body and turns to face the oncoming threat. He blocks the bandits first clumsy strike with his sword before the bandit comes back around wildly on of the swings slips past Elhand defences and hits him in the shoulder. He lets out a grunt of pain before attacking the bandit with a last powerful blow, severing the bandits head from its body. Panting Elhand turns to face the old man just as he collapses on the ground “Are you alright” Elhand says as he spots a gash below the man’s ribs, he quickly rips part of his armour off and ties it around the man’s chest before helping him up the man whispers “T-t-thank you, if you hadn’t come along I would have been finished” I nod before escorting him to the city to seek medical help
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: Elhand walks up to the stall with a smile "hello, I’m looking to purchase a sword, a new helm and a few potions. He nods and pulls a sword from a barrel and looks it over before handing it to Elhand "Crafted by the most skilled elves in all the land" Elhand turns it over in his hands before returning it to the shopkeeper "No thank you. I'll have that one please" he gestures to a display case sitting behind the counter the shopkeeper looks at the sword "sorry but that's not for sale" "1000 Gold pieces" Elhand reply’s " I'm sorry sir but its not for sale" The shopkeeper responds with a slight quaver to his voice "1500 gold pieces" Elhand says slamming his fist down on the table. The shopkeeper lets out a sigh before pulling it down from the case and placing it on the counter "Now I believe you were also looking for a helm correct?" Elhand simply nods as the shopkeeper takes a helmet from an Armour rack "name your price" Elhand turns it over in his hands before he responds "250" He looks at me dumbfounded "350" Elhand sighs and nods, the shopkeeper places the helm down on the counter next to the sword before pulling down a potions rack "Now what form of potion where you looking for? We have Love potions, Health potions And multiple vials of poison" "3 Health potions please" Elhand responds gesturing to the potions The man nods "100 each" He says with a smile "50 each" Elhand responds without a hint of mirth in his voice "60 take it or leave it" the shopkeeper responds sharply Elhand murmurs something under his breath before handing him the money collecting the items and heading for home.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: tylerthebrain
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: GMT -4 or EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I did read, understand and agree with the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: My previous roleplay experience originated from three years ago, when I joined a server called Roleplay Revolution, native to Minecraft. There I started out, fairly well for a beginner, though I had the 'i' syndrome, looking back it's rather funny. I spent a total of a year and a little there, and rose to become a Trusted Member, with one of the stronger characters on the server, it was not simply that time, I was active for that time. Though unfortunately what is created is eventually destroyed, and the server died.
That was when I moved to a more elite version of Roleplay, GMOD's Half Life Two Roleplay gamemode, in which I joined one of the most Hardcore communities, made friends and enemies, like all servers you might join. I played there for a total of approximately five months, where they expected paragraph-long actions, combined with speaking.
I transitions back to Minecraft, and destroyed my skills in an RP server called The Forgotten Realms, I stayed for a long time, and it was enjoyable, but it was sad to realize the quality of roleplay was horrible, and respectfully advise the owner to move on from it, which he did eventually. I was there for a good 5-6 months as well, these are really rough estimations by the way.
Later on, I kept stalling for Minecraft servers to find, so I vaulted back to HL2RP, where fragments of my first HL2RP community remade a server, and had it private, unfortunately it was under-funded, and I could only be a part of it for a little more than two months. In that time, I got the rank of Operator, equivalent to Mod on Minecraft, and was generally friends with the rest of the playerbase.
That is when I found a new Minecraft server, Iriliath, a great place and it still exists today, I played there for two months until I applied here, becoming a Whitelister, Trusted member, than finally a Trainee Mod, but I just couldn't see a future there, and I didn't want to lose my mind to boredom.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about Lord of the Craft a while ago actually, almost a year now, I had applied, at least that's what I remember, but I never got a follow-up, to be fair it was probably filled with 'i', incapable of proper grammar. I just left my last server, so I thought this would be the next place I'd like to go.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I can assure you I will entwine the Human Lore with my backstory.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is the act as hence the name, playing a role, whether it be a Daemon, Angel, Undead or normal being, you are put into a role, and you play it.
Meta-gaming: Meta-Gaming is the act of taking OOC (Out of Character) information and applying it into roleplay, or IC (In Character).
Power-emoting: Power-Emoting, or Power-Gaming, is the act of forcing an action/emote onto another player, for example;
*Stargel raises his sledgehammer, crushing the opponents head with it.*
That is an example of powergaming, a normal version is;
*Stargel raises his sledgehammer, attempting to crush his opponents skull.*
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aeyrkaidon Hyonaidas
Current Age: 27 Human Years
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Aeyrkaidon was born in a farming settlement in Aegis, detached from society save for the weekly trip to the nearby market. His first memories were at the age of four, when his father walked down the fields of rich crop, teaching him how to tend to them carefully, Aeyrkaidon was clumsy at first, stepping on wheat, and tripping here and there, flattening parts of the field and killing potential income for the family, nothing major of course.
That field was his connection to the world, as he became accustomed to the ways of farming, and got a better grip of his motor-skills, he could tread through with ease, watching as insect hummed about, but that was not all there was to see. His father went to a nearby town to barter for proper, spun bread and meat for the family, and if they had a good rotation, possibly a few luxury accessories. On his first trip, he was five, walking the entire mile down the gravel road to the down, holding his fathers hand. It was beautiful, he could look left, and right. enjoy the peaceful greenery, the lone tree standing at the hill, surrounded in lush grass.
Before Aeyrkaidon knew it, murmuring ran about, and he turned his face forward, walking through a gate, guards nodding to his father briefly. Inside the wall was stand upon stand, upon stand, hearty merchants advertising their goods, waving them over, it was all Aeyrkaidon could muster not to run over to the stand and start jumping in the merchants field of view. His father, Krohn, had been keeping an iron grip around his hand, it hurt a little, but I'm sure his father was just as nervous of bringing him along as he was being there... His father approached one of the stands, a tilted sign read, "Fresh Food!". Aeyrkaidon gave a deceitful smile to the merchant, not quite sure what to say or do, he was greeted with a "Hey young 'un." It was all Aeyrkaidon could do not to tilt his head in question, and no follow-up from the merchant was given, his father began conversing with him;
"Hello Samuel, I'm here for the usual." Started Krohn.
"Sure thing, just give me a moment to turn the next batch over, then I'll bring it right there." Replied the mechant.
Aeyrkaidon and Krohn stood side by side, Aeyrkaidon facing around behind them as his father whistled casually, flicking some tough strands of wheat from his home-made top, with the occasional hole here and there.
A boy ran past, looking about a year or two older than Aeyrkaidon, "Hey, wait, come back!" Shouted Aeyrkaidon, as the boy ran by, and as a result, he did turn around, "Hello, what is your name?" Spoke the other child, Krohn let go of Aeyrkaidons hand, letting him walk towards the boy.
"My name is Aeyrkaidon, him over there is my papa, we live in a farmers' lot not far from here, what's your name?" Questioned Aeyrkaidon.
"Michael, I live in town with my mom and pa', I was just getting some dinna' for 'em." Answered Michael.
The two awkwardly fiddles around, unsure of what to say, before Michael finally broke the silence, "I'll talk to you later, alright?" Aeyrkaidon responded with, "Sure! I'll be back in five days or so, my papa always comes here each week, and he's bringing me now." At that, Aeyrkaidon turns, skipping back to his father, Michael went back to do his thing.
By now, Aeyrkaidon's father had been done the bartering, and held a sack over his shoulder, filled with meat for the upcoming week, he had been watching the two talk, "Making friends, I see?" Krohn said, Aeyrkaidon nodded, and they made their way back to the farm.
Each week, Aeyrkaidon would get to know Michael more, and in time they became great friends, all the way through childhood and adolescence.
At age 23, Aeyrkaidon had taken to working the farm full-time, his father helped here and there, but his condition was slowly getting worse, Michael's mother had passed away, while Aeyrkaidon's mother, Clarissa continued to provide for cooking around hiring carpenters and other workers for maintenance, since Krohn was no longer capable in his condition. Though in the following weeks, anomalies begun to occur.
The fall of Aegis, where the dead walked the land, was first seen when Aeyrkaidon went out an early morning to tend to the crops, he saw a man, slowly stumbling down the road, his leggings tattered, and blood running down his shirt, leaving a trail behind him. Aeyrkaidon ran towards him, yelling at him if he needed help, the man tilted his head, moaning, and suddenly lunged towards him. In a panic, adrenaline racing through him, Aeyrkaidon wastefully swatted at the oncoming figure, missing completely, before turning into a sprint, panicked and misguided, he ran into the house, calling for help. His mother ran out, seeing the lifeless, walking corpse, and brought out a piece of scrap clothing, that was used as a towel, holding it out to Aeyrkaidon, which shook his head; "No mother, he's rabid or something!" The man was stumbling through the fields of wheat, getting tangled in spools and soft soil, the sound of bones cracking could be heard as the man's leg was twisted. Aeyrkaidon shook his head, "Mom, can you go to down please?! Get a guard out here? I'll keep him busy." He shut the door, going upstairs to check on his father, after a few moments, there was banging on the door. Aeyrkaidon looked back, than to his father, who nodded, and Aeyrkaidon went back downstairs, looking around the kitchen idly as the banging persisted. For a good hour, trying to come up with something to do while he waited for his mother to return, and she finally did, in a frenzy she grabbed Aeyrkaidon's wrist, and shook him hard, yelling at him to go get his father, and he shook her grasp off, running upstairs and helping his father to his feet. Eventually, he had to let Krohn onto his back, he had the sweats, and a mighty fever. They used the same door their mother had entered at the back, swiftly travelling down the road, the undead man stumbling slowly behind them, unable to keep up. His mother spoke of what she had seen, rabid people roaming the streets, guards torn apart on the ground, but one frantic, wide-eyed citizen had told her about a gateway, to a new world... That is what the person had said... The family of three made their way, leaving behind Michael, and everyone that may still be alive, even if they are dead, they were still people, they had families and friends, no longer... Days on this road, and they had believed to reach the area where they would pass onto the world of The Verge...
They could do nothing but hesitate, but as the dead began to turn within' the mass that had made it, they were ushered through, transporting to The Verge, a simple farmer, no hero, martyr or saint, was given the gift of life where thousands of others fell, was it fate? In The Verge, time passed solemnly, the family wanted their lives back, Aeyrkaidon even more so, but as ships began to be made, Aeyrkaidon was off to another chapter in his life. Boarding began, him and his parents were assigned different ships, or in the crowds managed to lose each other regardless.
They set sail to the new world, Anthos, Aeyrkaidon moved to the Northern region of the world, fighting harsh conditions to have crops grow, limiting the growing to potatoes and carrots, the cold climate disallowed for anything more lush. He would spend his years like this, in solitude and isolation Aeyrkaidon would be split from the world in mind, but now a new journey begins in his years, it is time to bring a new story.
Ambitions for the Future: Aeyrkadion seeks to essentially live a happy life, both wealthy and comfortable, he is stuck believing that in order to succeed this, he must first give to others, by aiding them. Any other ambitions he had have not been found as of yet, lost in the depths of his mind as he is entwined in daily routine...[/b]
Personality: Built from years of habit, Aeyrkaidon tends to be victim to hesitation, often logically processing everything, without acting on impulse, as of now he is what you might expect to see, running from monsters, living his own life. Though he is happy, cheerful and inviting, save for the recollection of the fall of Aegis...[/b]
Skills: Aeyrkaidon is specialized in Farming, knowing the ways of fields quite well, and to an extent where he is capable to adapting it to harsh, cold areas, where only certain vegetation can grow, that is his primary skill, but after his encounter with the undead man, he has prepared himself, learning a slight edge to sword-handling, but merely self-taught, surely better than a first-time user, but of course he is by far not the best. Other than that, his skillset could tend to some improvement.[/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Aeyrkaidon stands 5'7, with a rather heavy build, unlike his farming nature, from carrying tools around. He has black hair, which is swept to the side, two hazel/crimson eyes being shown. A facial scruff has grown at his chin and under his nose from lack of treatment, like his hair, it is also black. Aeyrkaidon's skin is pale contrary to his farming nature, from long days in the cold... He wears a gray shirt, which in his travels has been tattered and torn from obstructions here and there. A pendant lies on his neck, that opens to show a small ink drawing, three people, presumably Aeyrkaidon's family, all smiling. A belt secures his baggy leggings, the technology to properly fasten one non-existent at the time, instead a primitive form of it is used, a simple, stretched-leather knot. From there we have the baggy leggings, extending down to his feet, torn into shreds at the end, on the skin itself, having no form of footwear, Aeyrkaidon has blisters, callouses and scabs. [/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character: I cannot think of anymore at the moment.[/b]
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
[i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon would look to the figure, and tilt his head towards the guards, and slowly make his way towards them, keeping a close eye on the figure as he moves towards the Palace, once he reaches the guard, he would quietly point the suspicious man out, and answer any questions the guards would ask. At this point he wouldn't have anymore to do with it, and would walk away, not looking back.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon would crouch behind a tree, trying to think of something to do, he might panic a little, at which point he would go out from cover, waving to the man, where the bandits don't see, and probably give out a little call, which would take their attention. If they did see him, he would turn, and bolt from the area, either too afraid, or too smart to know he isn't skilled enough for an outnumbering battle, even with the Old man.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon walks up to the stall, looking up to the board, taking in all of the shops perks, "Anything, any price!", Aeyrkaidon would look over that for a moment, thinking of what he may need, before looking to the merchant;
"Hello sir(/ma'am), I would look to get a leather cap... Preferably tinted white, you see I work outside a lot of the day, and one of these days I'm gonna' come down with some sickness." Started Aeyrkaidon.
"Hmmm... I see, it's up to you what you want for it, but it'll be a little more for the dye, just keep that in mind." The merchant added.
"I'll start us off with Sixteen, the hat itself would be ten, and the dye six, I personally think that's a little over the price... But I have change to throw around, and I'll make it profitable somehow." Added Aeyrkaidon.
"I see, Sixteen is decent, I'll stick to that, you run a shop to?" Questioned the merchant.
"Not quite, I just sell potatoes and carrots to people here and there." Aeyrkaidon adds, placing the coin onto the counter as he talks.
"I see, maybe I'll as you for something in the future, but for now, hope the product satisfies you!" The merchant exclaims, waving as Aeyrkaidon nods, waving back and leaving.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name:Tannor2001
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone:Eastern
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have done little roleplays in real life,but nothing big.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:Here Is my page just go to my topics.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: My character is the type of fellow who is nice and kind.I am always loving caring and thoughtful.His bow is one of the most stable in what used to be his village.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Reacting certain events or events that may happen.
Meta-gaming:describing certain games.
Power-emoting:abusing the powers that are giving to you.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Mahtan Vardamir
Current Age:20
Sub-race (if any):Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): When I was a child my village was burned down. After that,I lived with my friend ,Elena Longspear,a hobbit.When orcs attacked we only survived no one else then
we grew up in the wilderness.
I have always thought she was the last of the hobbits untill we heard of two hobbit called "Frodo Baggins" and "Samise Gamgee".I set out to find them and to see if it was true.
Ambitions for the Future:I hope to see if the rumors are true.
Personality:Brave fearless and determined.
Skills:Greatest in his village or what used to be his village.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:Open-Response-QuestionsEach question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.____1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?Answer:: I would walk up to the other elves,tell them to kindly knock it off.They would snicker at me and walk away because I have better equipment.I would tell the kid to ignore them. I would also walk him to his house.2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?Answer: I would help the old man up.I pick all of his stuff and give it to him.He insists i take themoney pouch but I refuse and say I have enough gold.I thank him.3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).Answer: Seeing as how I have enough gold for only somethings I decide haggle and trade.Ishow him all the stuff I have and all the gold.He says my diamond block is enough for four of his diamond swords.I saythat that is reasonable and give him the block and in return he gives me four diamonds swords.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: link22399
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: Central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have some experience role-playing on my friend (Charoodler)’s server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: From my friend (Tanriz Nathfluod)
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is expressing actions and emotions through specific detail expressed from the characters. It is not just simply saying words, but also showing emotion, and acting out different actions.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is doing things such as speaking another character’s name without actually meeting said character in-game. It is also things such as knowing a person’s back-story, or anything else about them without first being told those details in-game.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is forcing your attacks or moves on other players. Such examples being: “So-and-so stabbed So-and-so in the head.” A proper route to take would be “So-and-so made a stab for So-and-so’s head.”
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Lucius Tovalin
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): I grew up in Anthos in the Human city of Salvus. I knew of my older brother Vladimir Tovalin, but never saw him, seeing as he lived many miles away in a land I do not remember the name of. My mother raised me because my father died not long after my birth, or so I’m told. My days were usually boring, filled with just helping around the house, and going to buy food and other goods from the stores in-town. Soon enough I grew to a suitable age to venture out from Salvus, and out into the world. My first plan was one given to me by a bartender when I was a child, to go to Kal’Halla and start a life there. It seemed my only real choice, so it is what I did. I journeyed to Kal’Halla in one single day, and rode the boat there over the course of 2 months.
As soon as I arrived in Kal’Halla, I felt famished so I went to find anyone selling breads and ale. While searching for a suitable shop, I came across someone that looked surprisingly similar to me. He noticed as well and approached me. I was partially startled because he was wearing a suit of iron armor and bearing a sword. He asked me my name and I told him, “Lucius Tovalin.” He was completely shocked. He stood there with his mouth gaping and tears in his eyes. I asked him why he was so astonished and he said, “My name is VLADIMIR Tovalin, your older brother. I didn’t know if you were still alive or what.” We both had tears in our eyes and hugged as others watching looked on in awe, that two long lost brothers had finally found each other. He asked me what I was doing in Kal’Halla and I said, “Just trying to start a new life after leaving my, er… our, house.”
“Well come with me, brother, I’ll show you around,” he said, and I very willingly followed, eager to see what was to become of my life now that I had met my brother. He showed me out to the wilds where he lived, and gave me a room in his humble manor. To this very day that is where I live, in peace, and eagerness to get out into the world and do anything with my brother.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] I aspire to an adventurer and great soldier like my aforementioned brother, and go on amazing journeys with him to who knows where.
Personality:[/b] I am generally feisty and eager to fight most things that enter my path. I stay away from most delegations and stick to going wherever I feel like going. I rarely cry, and very easily become angry.
Skills:[/b] I am quite skilled with a sword and bow, which I prefer, but I am quick to learn new things.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] I am a light skinned male with medium length blond hair, bright green eyes, a suitable build, and long legs and arms and legs. I usually dress as just a normal person in a shirt, cloak, cloth leggings, and leather shoes.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] None.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: I swiftly approach the guards, warning them of the shifty character approaching. “You might want to keep an eye on that dark-clothed figure over there. He is making his way for the Emperor’s palace, and most likely with villainous intent.” I stay with the guards as they approach the man making his way for the palace. He turns around and pulls out a dagger. I run up and push him to the ground and hold him there, as the guards arrest the man. On his person we find a letter saying “Murder the emperor and you’ll be rewarded a great amount.” The guards nod to me and I turn to leave. They ask who I am and I simply say “Lucius. Have a good day men!”
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I look for a moment at the scene happening, thinking about what would happen if I were to help, or just leave. After about two minutes of debating with myself, I decide I am not strong enough to take on these bandits. I turn around, in complete shame for myself that I could not help this old man. On my way back to the Great Crossing I encounter two brave knights. I tell them of the scene happening in the woods, along with directions to the Old Man’s cottage. I tell them to come see me back at the Great Crossing when they are done at the cottage. They return much later saying that they managed to save the Old Man and defeat both of the bandits, and that I came just in time. I thank the knights and turn to be on my way, more happy with myself that I managed to get the man help, even if not from me directly.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hello sir,” Lucius says. “What are you selling?”
“I be selling a wide variety of goods, name something and I’ve got it,” the small man says.
“So do you by chance have any iron for sale?”
“Of course I do! How much would you like?” The man has a strange smile on his face, but Lucius continues to speak with the man.
Lucius looks into his pouch to see how many minas he has. He sees that he only has 150 minas.
“I would like to buy, let’s say, eight iron ingots.”
“Hmm.” The small man rubs his chin. “How about for that 200 minas?”
“What about 150? That seems like a fair price for eight iron ingots.”
“I’m not sure, I worked hard to get this iron and I don’t feel like giving it up for that little.”
Lucius looks into the man’s eyes with a smile saying, “If you sell it to me for 150 minas I’d be glad to let all know of the amazing prices you have here. Men and women from all across the land would come to your shop to buy your goods. You’d become a very wealthy man.”
The small man thinks for a moment. After a few minutes of pondering he holds out a hand with a smile. “I guess if you really think that could happen, I’ll sell you the eight iron for 150 minas.” Lucius hands over his bag of minas saying, “There you go sir, 150 minas. I’ll make sure to tell people of your amazing deals on my travels. Have a nice day!”
“A good day to you as well sir!” Lucius leaves, telling many he comes across of the man’s amazing prices, feeling good about himself for helping not only himself to some good prices, but others as well, and also helping the small man to earn much money.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: AdmiralWalrus
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Gmt+1
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Definitely
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played games such as TES V Skyrim, and WoW.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A friend of mine, currently rping Kardel Adavere McGowan recommended me
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81939-jengos-first-app/?hl=jengo
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes i have and I will
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is acting out a specific character, taking his/her actions upon yourself, and reflecting how he.she would feel. In other terms: acting.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is when you use information acquired out of character to benefit your in character position, such as knowing the location of a treasure out of character, and going to get it in character, when in truth you character does not know where the treasure is, you do.
Power-emoting:Power emoting is the act of unfairly emoting actions that put you in a winning position. An example of this would be "Garry takes his claymore and chops Larry's head off". This is unfair because Garry did not give Larry a chance to counter his strike, or fight back.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aticus Moonstrife
Current Age: 124
Sub-race (if any): Mali'aheral
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Aticus was born to an arcanist family in the city of Haelun'or of Asulon. Both his mother and father were evocationists, to be more specific fire evocationists. Aticus was always interested in magic, but his father did not want him to learn it, as he had hurt himself many times. He urged Aticus to try other things, and even sent him away to the wood elves to learn their crafts, but he was no good. Being a high elf, aticus could not fight, and was better skilled at reading and learning the arcane arts. Aticus was sent back unsuccessful to Haleun'or, only to find himself in an even worse situation.
When Aticus returned, he discovered that both his father and mother were dead. He was told that a fire evocation accident had killed them both, and this had crushed him, but not put him down. With little purpose or family in the city, he left, using his little arcane and medical knowledge to his benifits. He was never able to cast, as his father had never taught him, but he has been seeking a teacher ever since, as his father's death did not put him down.
?Now he roams the realm of Anthos, Aticus roams the realm, searching for a purpose, and possibly a teacher to teach him the ways of arcane magic. Having no real home, he wanders around, making a living off whatever he can, sharing his knowledge with others.
Ambitions for the Future: To learn Arcane magic
Personality: Aticus is not very friendly, and will only mingle with others who share his passions.
Skills: Herbalism, Arcane theory, some Alchemy
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: No
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Looks at the group, and frowns, as it remind him of his own childhood, and yells out "OI! Stop it, are you that pathetic?". The two wood elves turn to him, and laugh, their toned arms gleaming n the fire light "What would you do, mali'aheral? Zap us with your magic?". They laugh, and Aticus frowns, not being able to do magic. He reaches into his long robes and pulls out a bottle of alchemist's fire, the wood elves frowning at the sight. Aticus speaks with a smirk across his face "You sure know what this is, don't you?" he says, as the two muscular wood elves quieten. He speaks again, his tone cold and sharp this time "Alchemist's fire, it can burn both of you to crisps in seconds. Step away from the malil, and you will not be harmed." The wood elves do as he says, and Aticus looks at the little one, who is now trembling, and says "Run, little one, run". The small elf does as he is told, and Aticus backs away, his potion in hand.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: Looks the old man over, beginning to walk away, until he notices that he bears a symbol of the mages guild on his cloak. Suddenly, he walks to the man "Valah of the mages, are you hurt?" he asks. The old man look up at him "How do you know i'm of the mages, Mali?" Aticus smiles "Your cloak has their emblem, I have great respect for you." The old man smiles "I did not expect such courtesy from a Mali." Aticus smiles "It is not because you are a Valah, but because you are a mage, which I have great respect for." The old man frowns, and scowls "So if i was not a mage you would have let me as the food of wolves?" he asks with an angry tone. Aticus frowns "Be greateful that I have saved one of you Valah," he says as he helps the old man up, returning his coin purse "And yes, I would have left you as the food of wolves, as I respect your violent and ignorant race not." Aticus walks away, not heeding any of the old Valah's scowls.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: Aticus's gaze is immediately focused on the old arcane magic tomes the fat merchant is selling, and approaches the stand "How much for these tomes?" he asks. The fat merchant replies with his thick voice "One-Thousand minas for the tomes." Aticus gives him a perplexed gaze "These scrolls are falling apart and could crumble to dust in any second now, I'll offer you 200 minas for them, to save them from you untrained Bortu hands."The trader answers in an annoyed tone "Fine, 800, and they'll be yours." Aticus laughs "No one will buy your scrolls but me, 300 at the most." The trader give another counter offer "700 is the least I'll go." Aticus answers "350, and i'll take 'em off you. Think of it Bortu, you wont find another offer better than mine elsewhere." The dwarf, now red, sighs "Fine, take your scrolls". Aticus smiles, handing the fat bag of minas over "Thank you, Bortu, I assure you your trade was not in vain." Aticus walk off, leaving the Bortu to admire his bag of minas.
Minecraft Account Name: chdgdmg How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone: East Coast Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Only a little bit How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://i.imgur.com/10Td1Td.png Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Is when you use information of your character and act like someone that you are not. Metagaming: It is when you use out of character information in character. Power-emoting: Is when you Roleplay an action that cannot be prevented. Example: “Joah swings his axe and cuts off Bill’s head.” Correction: “Joah swings his axe, aiming for Bill’s head.”
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Elhad Current Age: 230 Sub-race (if any): Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): My mother Ema, was a normal elf and my father Bahz, was a normal elf, they both were born in Leumailn, and they still live there. My father was in charge of the guards and my mother stayed home. I was born in a hospital four blocks away from their house. I was one of the few chosen to learn the arts of the the bow, dagger, poison, and the art of concealment. I was the best at the bow, not very good at the dagger, poison, and the act of concealment. I had many friends, my best friend was named Shinta, me and Shinta always went into the forest and played with the animals. We had many games, but our favorite game was to play tricks on people. Once there was a man walking in the forest and he felt something on his cheek. He tried to get it off but he couldn’t. So he went to a tiny pond and looked in the reflection of the pond. But before he could see what it was, a big rock fell on the thing that was stuck to him and it got stuck to him too. So now he had a big rock on his cheek. We tried not to laugh but we couldn’t hold it so we had to run very fast. Those were the best days of my life. When I was 18 I had a thirst for adventure, I asked my parents if I could go on my voyage. They agreed because they wanted me to learn the life of nature. When I came back at age 20 I was a new man. I now knew the true power of peace and flourishment. I was now a true elf. I now knew the old truth of the old world. The world with the deity of the creator. I know knew of Krug, Malin, Urguan, and Horen. I would always hail them. I thought I would become a worshipper, but now I know I want to protect the elfs lives. I knew that Ibee turned into a monster with the skin with scales, and fangs growing out of his body, Iblee, the monster, who tried to destroy everything that the creator created, which made me want to kill him with all my might. I learned of the great fight against the Delvers and the Mercenaries, and how they attempted to overtake and replace the Malinor government, but with the Orc’s on our side. I learned of another great battle recently after that, in which Oren attacked Malinor, and even with the help of the Orcs, there was destruction and many deaths. Men, Orcs, and elves all screaming in agony by the sharp deadly blades, axes, or arrows. This was a devastating hit for both Orcs, Humans, and elves. Even though the elves and the Orcs tried Lumaelin was pillaged. On day my parents took me to a festival, it was all for our creator, when I came back from it, I learned a lot more than I used too. I learned of when Iblee who was once the greatest of all the god’s worshippers was cast down into our mortal world and almost destroyed the peacefulness of Aegis forever. I learned that Horen was always anxious and was not able to live long enough to see his city completed and his lands increased. But for god, this, was, all a test. After learning all this, I know for sure I want to help the people of Malinor. I want to join the High Guard, and protect citizens from the villany of Oren. Ambitions for the Future: To destroy evil, and help the good. Personality: Nice, very curious, and I have a sense of humor Skills: The bow, the dagger, poisons, and concealment Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____
1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: I tell the older elfs “If you want to keep your age, leave this child alone”, and I held the held the boy's hand and walked away. “I will give confidence in you” I said to the young elf. “I will show you that you can do anything if you can believe” I said. I stand for any younger elf in need. “Would you like to join me as my apprentice” I asked the boy if he would like to join me as my apprentice. “If you accept I will teach you all I knew about the elf history and combat training” I said.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: “Hello” I said while I picked up the old man’s coins, he weakly said “h... h... hi” groaned the old man in pain. Then I put the money back into the pouch. “Do you need any assistance?” I asked, “ye.. yes please” whispered the old man, so I helped the old man up and gave him back his pouch. “I owe you so much for your great deed” said the old man, “you don’t owe me anything my dear friend” I said, I will give him the respect that he deserves. “I will protect you until you get back to your home” I said, now I shall say my goodbyes,” I said, and so I left a happy man to live in peacefulness.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
I spotted a fine bow, one of the best bows I had ever seen. “How much for the bow” I asked. The man grinned at the bow. “Thats a fine bow. The best I’ve seen in a while.. say.. “500 Minas” said the man. “250 Minas” I said, “I’m going for 400 Minas” said the man. “267” I said, “300 take it or leave it” said the man. “Fine” I said in an annoyed voice. So once I bought my bow I asked “ would you like to come over to my house and drink some ale with me?” I asked. “Of course” said the man. Once we got to my house we talked about people who the trader traded to. “So was there any strange people who traded with you?” I asked. “Not that I know of” said the man. “Wait, there was one man who had a strange cape over his head” said the trader. “A villain” I whispered. Once we finished our tea we said our goodbyes. “Farewell and safe travels” I yelled after him.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: CrazyRuskii How old are you?: 24 Time-Zone: EST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Dungeons & Dragons many years ago. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Googled "Best role playing Minecraft server." Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Will do. Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Abandoning who you are in real life to assume to role of another character, much to the effect of acting.
Meta-gaming: Using information your character has not learned, to his advantage. Like the coordinates of a cave found on a forum, reading up on mob weakness online, or logging in as a wandering soul to find buildings before actually going there with your character.
Power-emoting: Basically, unrealistic role-playing. Like, "Walter used the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique on Brian, it's super effective!" or "Walter uses his time travelling spell to go back in time and kill Brian as a baby."
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Walter Redson Current Age: 17 Sub-race (if any): Northerner Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
(I went a little overboard on this part I think, sorry!)
I was born to a poor farming family, on a poor farm, that was situated out in the wilderness close to Ager in Asulon. My mother was a sweet woman, and truly was the only thing that kept my spirits high during my troubled childhood. She grew up as an orphan child in Ager, and never met the parents who abandoned her. Whenever she looked into my blue eyes, the same as hers, I could tell she wondered how a mother could do such a thing. My father was a hardy and caring man, but quiet and reclusive. He was raised by his grandfather, after his parents both died of Bo'dank. My father never had many friends, and kept to himself mostly. That's probably where I get my misanthropic nature from.
I was raised here, on this withering farm, and we got by from selling what little crops we could while not starving ourselves. Every year it would seem we only had enough Minas to barely skate by, which was surprising to me, seeing how little we were actually able to sell. My mother taught me to grow crops such as wheat, potatoes, and melons, and how to cook with them. She also taught me the myths and tales of the ancient world, that she learned as child wandering the streets of Ager. My father taught me logging, and how to build minor structures, like sheds and fences, out of wood. My father also taught me many other things, like how to read and write, and how to shoot a bow.
Life was simple at best. Nothing ever happened on this decaying farm. I dreamed of leaving one day, to go exploring new lands, becoming a powerful wizard, and finding unimaginable wealth But what boy didn't? No, my place was here. There was no money to go adventuring, I'm not one for the magical arts, and who just trips over a chest of Minas in a cave? I loved my parents and knew I needed to be here for them, for the farm.
Many years went by on that farm, and eventually I became a young man.
One dark night I awoke to the smell of smoke. I threw my covers off, got out of bed, and ran to the window to look outside. What I saw made me think I was still asleep in a nightmare. "Mother! Father! The field is on fire!" I yelled through the cabin. I seemed like an eternity before I heard a response "Ew else es en there?!" shouted a deep and bellowing voice. This was not my father's voice. I panicked, and quickly pulled my bed out to block my bedroom door. Just as I did, I heard footsteps running toward my room "Git out ere ya little *******!" commanded the man. I stumbled over to my window, and heard what sounded like a bull ramming the door as I made my escape. I cut myself badly as I broke the window and climbed out, but I managed to make it outside only to see that my nightmare had only begun.
I could see now that the entire cabin was engulfed in fire, and then I suddenly felt as if I was drowning in a sea of dismay and fear when I began to question the fate of my parents. I ran around the cabin to my parents bedroom window, shattered from the fire, and climbed up to check on them. The fire showed my everything. There they were, both still in their beds, covered in blood, cuts in their throats. I nearly fell off the window sill in dread.
As I was sitting there, seemingly frozen in time, staring at the bodies of my dead parents, I felt something grab at me "Gotcha!", the man had me by the throat. "Why?" I gasped for air as he started to squeeze. "Es is wot happens whin a man dosnt pey is debts" he told me. "That yer father boy?" he questioned. "Ye- yes" I said, still gasping for air. "Eh owed me quite a bet of Minas, eh did."
Just then an arrow ripped open the side of his head and I fell to the ground. "He should have cut... deeper." I turned around and looked up. There was my father, draped over his window sill, bow in hand. "Father!" I shouted, and he let out his final cough. Blood shot from his throat, and as he fell from the sill, so did his bow.
My mother and father are both buried where that farm once stood.
With nothing left except my father's bow and their memories, I set off to Anthos to start a new chapter in my life.
Ambitions for the Future: After living on a farm for my entire life, I now wish to travel and see what the world has to offer a young man such as myself. I would like to perhaps learn to be an architect, and build with stone, bricks, and iron.
Personality: I am a quiet, reserved man, who listens to what others have to say more than speaking my mind. I take pride in the fact that I am a hard worker, and rarely complain.
Skills: Farming, minor woodworking, archery, basic cooking.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): I stand 5' 9" tall, and weigh 160 lbs. Light skin, blue eyes, and parted brown hair. (Screenshot attached)
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe theevent in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____
1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer:
"What is this man up to, I wonder?" I quietly say to myself. The dark figure of the man, blending with the shadows, moves fast, along the side of a wall toward the guards. I pick up my pace to get to one of the guards, not trying to announce to the dark figure that I'm on to him. The man starts to get closer to one of the guards, and I start to run to him. "Look out! Behind you!" I shout. Just then, the dark figure places his hand on the guard's shoulder "And you are now dead" the man says as the guard turns his head. "How can you protect the Emperor if you can't even protect yourself?" he says as the guard stands there confused of the whole situation. Just then the man takes off his black hood. "Commander!" the guard shouts out. "This boy managed to spot me, and may have saved you life had I been a real assassin" the commander said. "Sir, I... I can explain" the guard said feverishly. "No, you can't, because you are dead" the commander said. "Head back to the barracks, and find a suitable replacement for your post. Perhaps you'd be better off cleaning the guards chamber pots than defending the great Emperor" the commander stoutly said. "Yes, I mean, YES SIR!" the guard replied, and ran off. "I wish all our guards had eagle eyes like you boy" the commander said to me. "Thank you sir" I say. As I leave the commander to tend the post, I can see the replacement guard running over from the barracks.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade,surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armedwith leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
"You there!" I shout out across the clearing. The two bandits stop what they are doing and slowly turn their heads. "Wot do we ave here?" they say while pulling out their axes. "Leave that man alone!" I protest while making my march down the clearing toward the cottage. At this point my mind is screaming at me "what in the bloody Nether are you doing? You can't fight these men!" But I know I must do something, lest this poor man face the same fate as my parents to these bandits. "Ye bettar turn around boy, an go back the wey ye came, unless ye lookin' for some iron in ye belly" one bandit said, with a voice that sounded rabid wolf speaking man's tongue. "This is my final warning, leave this man in peace" I said, while placing my hand on the handle of my longsword. "Or wot, boy? ye think ye take us on?" one bandit said while laughing. I can see the old man start to stand up with his small blade. "There's a reason I only wear leather armor" I said with a maniacal look on my face "An why is that?" the other bandit questioned. "You see, it's made of the skin of my foes!" I shouted demonically. Just then, the old man dug his blade into the neck of the rabid wolf. Startled, the other bandit made a run for it. "If you ever come back, I'll make you into a nice pair of boots!" I screamed as he ran off. The old man pulled his small blade from the bandit's neck and asked "All that business of skinning your foes. That's nonsense, right?" "Of course" I assured the man. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Quite" he said out of breath from his strike. "This man has been robbing me for the past ten years. I'm glad he's dead, and I don't think the other one will come back after your little show" he said. "Well, I had better get my bounty for this bandit from the guards" the old man said smiling "I can finally get my Minas back." We departed ways.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. Heis willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling,items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer:
"Good day, sir" I say to the merchant. "Good day" he replies. As I look around his stall, I notice he has no seeds for sale. "Hmm... I will be in need of some seeds. You see, I a new to Anthos and would like to start a little garden by my home" I say. "Well then, I'm the man for you!" he says in excitement. "Havin' a bit of a sale, I am" he says as he shuffles for a small box under the counter. "Oh?" I say in curiosity "Indeed!" he says as he blows the dust off and opens the box. He pulls out three tiny bags from the little box "there ye are ma boy" he says as he hands me the dirty bags. "They're pumpkin, melon, an wheat seeds, everythin' ye need to start yer own little garden." he says with a smile on his face. "So how much for the seeds then?" I ask. "Well, let's see" he says. "100 Minas", "100 Minas?!" I ask in confusion. "I can buy this melon and pumpkin you are selling here for just a few, and get the seeds I want out of them" I say. "Ah, yer a smart one, ain't ye? How about I throw in this fine iron hoe for that very same price and ye keep yer voice down?" he says. "Well, that and a carrot for the road?" I ask, knowing I can plant that to make more. "Hrm, deal" he says. "Thank you sir, I will most certainly be back in the future." We shake hands, and I go on my way.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: frozenbLoB
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have had experience with GTA SAMP RP server before.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I searched, "Best RP Servers" on Google and this server came up. It looked interesting so I watched some videos about it, read the wiki and I was hooked.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will shortly after posting this.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, defintiely.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Creating your very own character and playing as him/her as if you were that character. By making decisions that your character would make if he/she were real.
Meta-gaming: Using information that you received out of character and using it to gain an advantage in character.
Power-emoting: Emoting actions that cannot be prevented by another person. Eg: *Charles gripped his long sword tightly, pulling it back, and stabbed Ian sharply in the chest, killing him instantly.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Artemis Lockett
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Artemis was born to a family that was settled in Ager. His father, Darius, worked as a farmer, harvesting the wheat and selling it to people across the village, and sometimes even in the big city of Arethor. His mother, Athena, worked as a farmer alongside Darius. Although, Athena had a secret she only shared with her family. Late at night, she disguised herself to look like a man, and went out hunting, because it was illegal for any women to do any sort of hunting. She was exceptional with a bow, hitting the preferred target 9/10 times. Athena then sold part of her game, and kept the other part to feed her family.
When Artemis turned 8, his mother took him out to an empty field. She set up wooden posts with old signs propped up on them around the area. "Artemis, today you are going to learn how to wield a bow and arrow," Athena said, "This skill will be crucial to your survival Artemis. People will try to hurt you, and you must know how to defend yourself."
"I don't know mother." Artemis gulped with fear.
"Don't worry my dear, you won't get hurt one bit," Athena then held out a rather new looking long-bow with a sturdy structure, "Here Artemis, take this bow and pick up the arrows on the ground. Try taking a shot."
"O-Okay, mother." Artemis nervously grasped the bow with his right hand, picked up one arrow and attempted to put it in backwards. The arrow pushed against the wood for a moment, making a slight chip in the structure, and at that moment Artemis was fully aware of what he had done. He dropped the arrow straight away and it plopped onto the soft grass. The little child look up at his mother with big, fearful eyes. "I-I-I'm so sorry mother..." I ruined your bow.." Artemis looked down at the ground with worry. "Oh no my dear. That bow was meant to be yours!" Athena picked up the arrow and handed it back to Artemis, "Here, try one more time. But this time, put it in the other way."
Artemis nodded, and held the arrow in front of the bow. He pushed the back against the string and pulled as hard as he could. Artemis felt a sensation he never felt before. As he let go, time seemed to be slowing down for him. He could see the arrow whipping through the cold air like a fighter jet going full speed. As the arrow flew closer and closer to the target, Artemis' skin tingled with joy. A split second later the sound of an arrow hitting wood spread around his ears like wildfire. Artemis squinted with nervousness as he made out the long, slender arrow shape. It had hit just next to the center! The little boy cheered with joy inside his mind, but just turned around and smiled at his mother. Athena smiled back, she knew he was a natural from the start.
8 more years passed and Artemis continued to take lessons from his mother. Now at the age of 16 Artemis was almost, if not better than Athena. He had partaken in seven tournaments and won 4 of them. Artemis also grew stronger, now having a moderately built body and sturdy muscles. One night there was banging on the house door. "Where is Darius!" A booming voice shouted. Athena and Darius swiftly went down the stairs and opened the door, Artemis was still asleep. Outside was a heavily built man, he was holding a heavy-looking iron axe and had a menacing white mustache.
"What do you want?" Athena said.
"Shut up lady! Darius, your coming with me you filthy mongrel." The scary man grabbed hold of Darius and pushed two fingers behind his ear, knocking him out cold.
"No!!! Darius!" Athena screamed like a baby who just got his candy taken away. The man with the mustache quickly reacted by shoving her into her own house, slamming the door, and got into his carriage. Athena cried loudly inside her house. "What's wrong mother?" Artemis crept down the stairs with a worried look. "Th-they took him away Arty!" Athena sobbed loudly.
"Took who away? What happened?" But Artemis knew what happened, just didn't know why. The young man started crying next to his mother. Tears flowing down his face like chaotic rivers. He didn't have the energy to ask why his father was just taken away.
Now Artemis is 18 years old. He left his village 2 months ago and is now travelling to the capital city of the Holy Oren Empire, Arethor. Artemis still never found answers to what happened to his father, but has a feeling he will find out soon.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To find out where his father went, and what happened. Artemis also wants to set up a small shop selling food and weapons. He wants to also make some new friends and go on a lifelong adventure.
Personality:[/b] Artemis is a very friendly man. He gets along quite well with people, and is one heck of a lady charmer. He can get selfish at times but is striving to fix the bad habit. Artemis is sometimes introverted. Choosing not to answer questions that he feels are to personal. Like about his father, and mother.
Skills:[/b] Artemis is fantastic with a bow and carries one with him at all time. He is mediocre at using small blades and swords, but strikingly terrible at using heavy weaponry like axes and some swords.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Artemis wears a hood that resembles a wolf. His mother made it for him the day he left the village saying, "This hood will offer you protection, and most importantly remind you that I will always love you my dear." So to this day Artemis never took it off. Except for baths of course! Artemis also has distinguishable muscles that could intimidate some people, but impress others.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
[i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what doyou do?[/b]
Answer: I don't want to be in any trouble so I slowly walk across to the guards and whisper in their ear, "Hey, I think that person over there is up to no good. Would you mind checking up on him?" The guards nod while staring curiously at the dark-clothed figure. They run across and I simply walk away, happy that I probably prevented something bad from happening.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I hide behind a large rock close by and consider my chances. If I just walk away than that poor old man could lose everything. If I confront the bandits than I have a chance of dying as I am poor at using long swords. I decide to take the evil men on, because that is what my mother would do. I stealthily creep up behind one of the guards and quickly wrap my left arm around his bulky neck and push two of my fingers into the spot behind his right ear. This knocks him unconscious and he plops to the ground next to the other bandit. He turns around with a face full of fear until he sees me with my leather armor and iron long sword. The bandit just laughs and attempts to decapitate my head by swinging his sword heavily with his left hand. I quickly duck, the blade barely touched my hood. I swing my long sword as hard as I can at his legs and he crumbles to the ground.
The old man is looking at me with a face full of relief. "Thank you very much young man. Here take this." He holds out a handful of minas.
"Oh no, I couldn't. But thank you." I respectfully reply and walk on my way.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: I walk by the stall to get a closer look at his stall. I quickly spot a clump of about 20 arrows tipped with iron. "How much for these arrows my good sir?" I politely say.
"Well since you're so respectful I'll sell these to you for 20 minas." He replies.
"Make it 10."
"Oh. Well, not so respectful now are we? Haha, just kidding ya'. How about 15 young man?"
"Deal." I say while handing over the 20 minas, and grab the clump of 20 arrows.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
[b]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] DragonWizard37
[b]How old are you?:[/b] 14
[b]Time-Zone:[/b] US Eastern Time
[b]Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:[/b] Yes
[b]What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:[/b] None.
[b]How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:[/b] On a top ten MineCraft server list.
[b]Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:[/b] http://www.lordofthe...6-human-aureus/ http://www.lordofthe...2-human-aureus/ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88145-human-aureus-third-application/
[b]Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):[/b] Yes
[b]Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:[/b] Yes.
Definitions
[b]In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:[/b]
[b]Role-playing:[/b] Acting, moving, and talking like a character you are acting as without breaking out of your role as the character. Meaning that when you roleplay a character, when you talk, you talk as them, when you move, you move as them. You are completely immersed in that character.
[b]Meta-gaming:[/b] Using resources outside the game to give the player an advantage in the game. For example, you have read about a character in a roleplaying game, but you have not met him before. When you do meet him, you know more about him and can assume things about him, despite him not knowing anything about you.
[b]Power-emoting:[/b] Unfairly saying something in roleplay that drastically changes the game beyond others' control. For example, one player says in front of player 2, "A rock falls on player 2 and kills him."
[b]In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name:[/b] Aureus Natron
[b]Current Age:[/b] 37
[b]Sub-race (if any):[/b] None
[b]Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b] Aureus was born in the Holy Oren Empire with sailors as parents. At 4 years old, his parents left the Holy Oren Empire and planned to sail around the world. On the ship they traveled on, his parents gave him an education and the experience of the many places around Anthos. They also taught him how to fight with a sword in case he ever got into trouble.
But one day when Aureus was 15 years old, the ship was passing through The War Uzg. A group of Orcs walking by the shore attacked the ship by throwing flaming spears and shooting flaming arrows. Aureus and his family got away by rowing the ship away from shore, but the ship was badly damaged. It caught on fire in the attack and was partially burned up.
Aureus and his parents knew that the ship would soon sink if they didn't get help. Since they were bordering the most southwestern part of The War Uzg, they decided to go the long way around Anthos because they knew they could be attacked again by Orcs if they traveled on the border of The War Uzg.
When the ship was bordering the Empire of Urguan, Aureus and his parents needed food soon because their supply was running out. They stopped at the snowy Empire of Urguan and traveled inland. They found a bag lying in the snow filled with food. His family started gathering food from it since it looked like it belonged to no one, but in the middle of their scavenge a group of Dwarves approached them.
The Dwarves called them intruders and thieves so the Dwarves attacked. Aureus' parents told him to run, and so Aureus did as he was told after hesitation of leaving them. One of the Dwarves followed him and soon caught up to him. The dwarf was a strong warrior that looked to have some experience., but Aureus still fought and did not surrender. He took a stick off the ground and fought with it against the Dwarve's sword. He hit the Dwarve on the head and knocked him out. Aureus got back to shore and climbed aboard the ship.
All by himself, he rode the ship north until he reached the Holy Princedom of Malinor. His ship was about to sink when a ship filled with Elves came riding out onto the waters. They offered to help him because he looked injured and hungry, and Aureus accepted. The Elves fixed his ship and got Aureus back to good health, which gave him great respect for the Elves.
Aureus finally returned to the Holy Oren Empire and saw that his family hadn't returned. He then spend the next 22 years adventuring around Anthos, not wanting to end his times of adventure he had at seas.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To settle in a house in the Holy Oren Empire and venture into unknown lands.[/b]
Personality: Adventurous, brave, and a little vengeful because of his traumatic experiences long ago.[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b] Sword fighting (learned from fighting the Dwarves), navigating (from traveling for most of his life).[/b]
[b]Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] He has brown hair and a beard and has green eyes. He wears simple clothing that is good for adventuring. Picture: http://oi44.tinypic.com/9t03lt.jpg[/b]
[b]Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] No[/b]
Open-Response-Questions
[b]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/b]
____
[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up the the clothed figure and asks "What is your business here?"
He does not answer and instead runs off. Aureus shouts off to the guards, "A clothed figure is running from me! He looks to be up to no good!"
They follow the figure and with Aureus's help, catch him after running through the streets. One guard asks who he is, and the clothed figure finally answers slyly, "I just wanted to meet the Emperor. He is on the streets meeting with others today, after all."
The guards accept this answer and go back to their duties, but Aureus follows the figure in secret just to be sure. The Emperor is outside the palace talking with the people of the city. Aureus sees the dark figure lurk behind the Emperor and reach for a sword. Aureus shouts, "Watch out, Emperor! Look behind you!"
The Emperor turns around and gets out of the figure's way. The clothed person drops his sword in defeat and the guards come and take him to the dungeon and thank Aureus for his help.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up to the bandits and asks, "What are you doing to this poor man?"
One bandit points a sword at Aureus and says, "Leave us alone and mind your own business."
Aureus warns, "I am skilled in combat. It would not be wise of you to engage in fighting me," despite him knowing he didn't stand a chance against both of them.
The bandits don't back down, so Aureus hits each of them and says to the old man, "Follow me!"
They travel through the forest with the bandits chasing them, and then come to a village filled with people that can outmatch the bandits together, so the bandits stop following.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggleand choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up to the stall and asks, "What do you sell here?"
"Building materials and fighting supplies."
"Well, since I need to build a house, I'd like building supplies. Do you have a stack of wood?"
"Yes. Name your price."
"Could I have it for 20 Minas?"
"That's a little too much. How about 25?"
"I'll take them for 23."
"Okay. Here you are."
The old man hands the wood to Aureus. "Can I have some cobblestone as well?"
"Yes, we have that. How much?"
"Half a stack please. And I'd like that for 12 Minas."
"That seems acceptable."
He hands the cobble to Aureus. "Thank you," Aureus says before leaving with his supplies.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name:
LMaverick
How old are you?:
18.
Time-Zone:
Eastern Daylight Time.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:
Yes, yes, and yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
I roleplayed on a forum for a very long time in about 2008, after that I took a short break and tried my hand at roleplaying on World of Warcraft.
How did you hear about The Lord of the Craft?:
I found it on my own accord while searching for a good roleplaying server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Yes.
Have you read the Elven Lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:
Yes, and yes.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: Assuming a role, be it fictional or real, to act out. Meta-gaming: To use external knowledge of something to gain personal advantage in a game or roleplay. Power-emoting: To force actions onto another player, without their previous consent. ((In World of Warcraft I believe this was commonly hand-in-hand with godmodding?))
In-Character Information Complete the following biography on your character:
((I was having a very difficult time coming up with a name. If this as a name is unacceptable I will think of something else.)) Full Name: Rhoslyn(Rho) Kitanil Current Age: 19 Sub-Race: Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major events, etc. 2+ Paragraphs long):
Rhosyln was born into a family of little notability. Her father, a wood elf who a taught her archery at young age, was a hunter and selled meat and skins for a living. Her mother, a wood elf as well from what she can remember, was a baker. She and her family lived in a small cottage built by her father deep in forests some few miles off from the High Elven city of Lin'evaral. Why her family chose to settle there was never disclosed.
While her childhood was relatively uneventful and, frankly, boring, one thing that stands out in her memory was her mother dying of illness, presumably Grish, though how she contracted it in the first place remains a mystery, before Rhosyln turned twelve, which left her father to raise their only daughter. Not much else happened in her younger years. She continued to hone her archery skills, eventually becoming quite good, and later on learning baking from what her mother had left behind.
She left home when she turned eighteen, on good terms, and unlike many, she harbors no bitterness as an aftermath of her mother's death. Even as the subject will sadden her, she remains virtually indifferent, wishing only to live the rest of her life without burden.
Ambitions for the future:
Rhoslyn hopes to one day perfect her marksmanship, perhaps pick up a few more skills and one day, in the distant future settle down with a family.
Personality:
Taking mostly after her father, she is blunt, fairly shy and tends to have a cold disposition until you get her to open up. From that point she is friendly, or at least as friendly as she can bear to be, short-tempered and fairly easy to amuse. She's a very concentrated young woman and tends to overthink things, sometimes becoming confused as a result of these two attributes. She's not the most generous, and is always trying to improve her charismatic properties.
Skills:
She is highly skilled at archery, always completely concentrated when aiming at a target. Her baking is not nearly as prominent, but it's gotten her by. She's has good hearing which makes her more perceptive to the things around her, and she is quite quick and well-balanced. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Despite her wood elven roots, her skin is much fairer than that of others. She was not born brunette, but as she grew it darkened. Her eyes are a light jade color, her right eye usually covered by hair, regardless of how much it annoys her. Her ears are long, but not protruding past the top of her head, though they are usually covered by her hood, along with most of her incredibly long hair. She is.. maybe about 5'1".
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Her bow was custom made for her by a friend of her father, the ancient Elven word 'Meracahe' carved delicately into the handle.
She is severely allergic to mushrooms, and only slightly intolerant to pumpkin.
Has an impressive singing voice, though she doesn't know many songs.
Tends to act rashly when angered.
Open Response Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. 1. As you walk through the deep forest* you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older Elves are mocking a small Elven child. How do you react?
Answer:
Rhoslyn, upon discovering this scene, sneered toward the group. She noticed she was still hidden and so, realizing she had her bow in hand, crouched down and pulled an arrow from her quiver and drew her bow, aiming carefully for the ground just next to one of the Elves' feet. The arrow lands a bit off than what she calculated, but there was no harm done and she got the reaction she was anticipating; shock. She stood up straight and made herself visible as the group of Elves turned to face her. She didn't recognize any of them, nor did she care to. With her bow still in hand, she spoke. "Picking on a small child, are we?" She began, chuckling quietly and shaking her head. "That's pretty pathetic. Why is it you're bothering him?" She finished, stepping closer to the group confidently.
"It's none of your business, is it? Nobody was talkin' to you." One of the bigger elves countered. Rhoslyn groaned in annoyance. Dense, just as she thought. "Well, it is now, and now you are talking to me. Move aside or I'll yell for guards." She grumbled, placing her open hand on her hip expectantly. The anger in her face rose as they stood there with these stupid looks on their faces. With a small roll of her shoulders she drew her bow once more, aiming it this time at the head of the largest Elf standing in the center. Her face was expressionless but her voice harbored a large amount of repressed rage. "Guards don't seem to scare you, so scatter or I let this one go." She said, her voice growing louder at the end.
With fear apparent in all of their faces they bolted in each direction, which triggered a hefty sigh of relief on Rhoslyn's part. She put her arrow back in its quiver, greeting the child. "You hurt?" She asked, to which he shook his head. "Alright. Go home then." She urged, motioning at the child dismissively.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer:
Rhoslyn jumps back a little in surprise of the man falling, swiftly crouching down and helping the man to his feet after checking for a pulse, retrieving him his walking stick before gathering up the coins and stuffing them into the remnants of the pouch, holding them back out to him. "Are you alright, sir? Did you break anything?" She inquires, looking him over for any distorted bones or obvious wounds. "No, no, I'm quite alright. You keep that gold, young lady. When you get to be my age, gold doesn't matter too much. Thank you for helping me." He smiled kindly at her, to which Rhoslyn graciously bowed in thanks for the gold, slowly backing off and continuing on her way.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer:
"Young lady!" A voice calls, grabbing Rhoslyn's attention as she follows the sound to a strangely placed colorful carravan. "I'll be willin' ta sell you just about anythin' for a price! Come on o'er!" The odd little man calls to her. Reluctantly Rhoslyn stepped closer, browsing the selection of wares on display. Just about anything? There's hardly anything here, she thinks, until she spots a dark leather cuirass with a sort of harness around it, atop it laying a dark hood of the same material. As she points to the set, and it is brought over, she spots a large set of the same kind of arrows she uses. She also motions toward these. "Now, missy, what would ya pay for these fine pieces of craftsmanship?" After pondering for some moments, she decides. "240 Minas." She declares, nodding her head in confirmation. The man looks slightly aghast, shaking his head sharply. "No, no, no, no, no. Tha' will not do. 500." He negotiates, drawing a sigh from Rhoslyn. "260 minas, not a coin more." The man continues negotiating, which seems to only aggravate Rhoslyn more. "200 Minas. Take it or leave it, I doubt you'll be getting any business after me all the way out here, anyway." She grumbles, her face a little distorted with annoyance. This causes the man to throw his arms up in the air with a hefty sigh, crossing them back over his chest. "Fine. But don't bother coming back." He submits, his voice nearly a shout. Rhoslyn smirks in response, throwing a small bag of coins onto the counter and collecting her prizes. "Wasn't planning to." She says, pulling the cuirass over her thick shirt and throwing the hood on, giving a halfhearted wave as she walked away.
((I do hope you take my application into consideration. I've been sitting in front of my computer for some six and a half hours thinking it out.))
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: RetsuWolf
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Central Time Zone (US)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None in Minecraft Servers. Only in video games such as Fallout 3.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: CaptainSheepy, formerly known as sionthesheep, who plays on this server told me about it on enjin.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None. This is my first time.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I have read the Dwarven lore and I will be certain to use it in my biography in some ways.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Playing as a different character who is usually on a long quest.
Meta-gaming: Game that uses more information than just what is provided to vary the players decisions.
Power-emoting: Using fake emotions to gain more power or control over someone.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Yedvric Lagor
Current Age: 54
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any): No but I intend to join a pre-existing clan on the server if I am accepted.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Yedvric Lagor was born to a loving father and mother. In his early life Yedvric his mother had taught him more table manners and polite traits than any dwarf could dream of. His father had taught him how to act towards aggressive people and how to save himself from becoming a drunken dwarf like his father used to be. He taught him many different combat skills needed to survive while in battle against the hated orcs. Yedvric was taught to hate orcs and long for their death. The family didn't have much money so he was forced to help his father mine to sell the jewels that were found and to chop wood for fires every night. All this time spent alone in the forest cutting trees and in the mine collecting jewels had made him love animals more than most people. He would never tell anyone but he secretly wished that everyone, even the orcs and dwarves, would get along.
As years rolled on his father eventually died in the mines from a large gravel pit which had broken a weak spot in the cave he had been in. His mother went into a great deppression and one day when Yedvric woke up she was gone. There was a note saying she had headed east in search of a wizard who could cure her from her mournfulness. He later found out that she had been hunted down by a pack of orcs who had smelled her as she went by. This had given him his pure hatred for orcs and hardened any soft spots in his heart. He no longer wished that orcs and dwarves could live in peace together. He had a wish to find those orcs and slay them just as they did his mother.
Ambitions for the Future: Create the great underground city of Yedvric.
Personality: Curiosity usually gets the best of him. If there is something shiny than he wants it. He doesn't have any family left and will seek the ores that the ground has to offer over any woman. He likes to watch sunsets on the highest mountains and prefers animals over most humans.
Skills: Climbing mountains, has a keen eyesight, it had been said to him that he would make a great thief. Though he would never admit, he secretly agrees. Hand to hand combat is one of his mastered skills.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): His hair is red and he likes to grow his beard very long. His pants are of worn leather and his shirt is a very ragged blue. He has big eyebrows and elfish looking ears. One large stripe of red hair goes from his forehead, through the middle of the top of his head, and down the middle of the back of his head. He has a lighter skin tone, as most Mountain Dwarves do.
Screenshots:
Front: http://25.media.tumblr.com/186296a3dd28f0a348e43bdec3e3ed0d/tumblr_mn0u91WYw41s9pcq9o1_400.png
Back: http://25.media.tumblr.com/ab5c6dfa414bb255d9aac43e5d98f6f3/tumblr_mn0u91WYw41s9pcq9o2_400.png
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Beacause of his father's death by gravel Yedvric will never step foot in a cave with gravel above it. He often dreams of how his would be if she hadn't died.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As I was deep in the caverns of Kalos I had spotted a deposit of diamonds shimmering in the light of my torch. As I searched for a way to get accross the ravine to the deposit I noticed a small bridge of rock and stone. I knew the bridge would be too small and unstable to hold a muscular keg pounding dwarf like me. Even just the thought hurts but I knew that I had to let go and act like I never saw those diamonds.
[b]2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As I was drinking my first pint of ale after a long day of mining I notice a small boy sitting next to me crying.
"And what is the matter now young man?" I asked the little boy.
"I broke one of the local barter's prized vases while playing with a toy father has made." The boy says while still sniffling.
"Does he know it was you who broke the vase?" I ask.
"I don't think so but father tells me that he has secret men who survey the scene to make sure nobody is stealing from the barter" the boy says in a scared voice.
"Well why don't we go find the barter and tell him about this incident. Perhaps he will let you work for him to pay off the price of the vase" I say while getting up.
I then notice two shady looking men in the corner getting up and walking towards us. One has a small dagger. He begins to approach the young dwarf. This is not the first time I have encountered someone with a dagger. I am experienced in the art of hand to hand combat and know I can protect the boy.
"What do you want dwarf!" I shout at the man with the dagger.
"That young child has broken my bosses vase and I must take him to the king to be thrown in the dungeon at once!" The man says back to me stearnly.
"I am taking this child to the barter so he can work off the damages causes" I say back to the man.
"Fine I will let you go this once, but you better choose your moves wisely next time young man! Or it will be the dungeons for you!"
I don't want to cause a scene so I tell the boy to follow me as we make our way to the barter.
[b]3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: It surprises me to see a dwarf this far down in the caverns who has managed to sustain enough ale to share with others. I have been wandering through these caves for quite a while and have built up a strong thirst for some ale.
"Well hello there Ulgrau! You are just the person I wanted to see after so long in the mine!" I say to the bar owner.
"Ahh Yedvric, a regular customer. How about another pint of ale to calm quench your thirst?" He says as he hands over a pint of ale.
"Well these mines are no place for a drunken dwarf like you. Why don't you get back to serving those other customers of yours" I say while drinking my pint.
"I suppose I should be on my way back. I don't want to pass out in these caverns" He says.
We wave goodbye as he sets off back up the caverns and I get back to my usual mining.
Picture of character: http://imageshack.us...rpcharacter.png
Minecraft Account Name: Wendigo22793
How old are you?: 20
Time-Zone: EST+5
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Slight Minecraft role-play, World of Warcraft roleplay, Gmod RP, Warcraft RP, Starcraft2 Custom RP games
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through Evans101, and Eaglestrike999
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
http://www.minecraftforum.net/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: Creating a fake character that you play throughout its “life”
Meta-Gaming: For instance if I see a character name behind a mountain I can’t say “oh lets go see how the view is on top of this mountain.” In other words if I in real life know information it doesn’t necessarily mean my character in game does.
Power-Gaming: If I’m an assassin I can’t say “sneak up behinds the guard and slits his throat silently”. I have to give the character/person in game time to react to my actions.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Riondil Seni
Current Age: 257
Lineage: Father was a cross between a High Elf and a Wood Elf, and my mother was a pure Nothernor. Both died in the war in Aegis
Past / History (includes childhood, major-events, and etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Born during the war in Aegis I was an oddity when it came to children of my lineage. My hair is a dirty blonde and my eyes a darkish blue. My build slightly broader than the average human, the only thing that gives my elvish descent away are my pointed ears. By the time I hit thirty I realized that like my father I was blessed or rather cursed with the slow aging that all elves have. My childhood was lucky. After my parents died in the war I was orphaned on the streets. I survived mostly by stealing. While stealing from a bread shop one day when I was about 10 I ran out into the street and came face to face with a local Lord and his squat companion a dwarf. The lord was just an average human but seemed to bear himself with a regal manner. He looked me up and down and said “my look at you smart, quick, and a strong little runt.” I try to hide the bread but the dwarf hobbles around behind and to see what I was hiding from him. “And it appears a skilled thief, how would you like to come with me and have dinner for the night”
Knowing better than deny a lord I follow him back to his manner on a hill. I am bathed then given clothes. I begin to notice the room around me. Above the fireplace is the portrait of a boy, slightly bigger than me and looked vaguely familiar. Not really caring I throw on my clothes which by the time I got them on were slightly larger than me and headed to the main dining hall. After a rather awkward meal we all sat back. The lord started looking at me in the most peculiar way. Not wanting to meet his gaze I looked down in my lap and began to twiddle my thumbs. I looked up at him as to not be rude and then it hit me I pointed right at him and exclaimed “You’re the boy the in that portrait above the room aren’t you!” he smiled at me and said no that instead that was his recently deceased son. He began to tell me the story behind this rather random dinner. The dwarf sitting next to him was going to be his son’s trainer along with a few others. His son was going to be a great knight when one day in a training accident he was killed. He now has no one to take care of the estates and no heir. So as not to let the family fortune and land that’s been in his family for centuries he needed to find an heir. Well to make a very long story short that heir if everything works out would be me. I was shocked nothing like this ever happened to normal people, only in fairy tales.
So from that day forwards I was trained in the art of being a proper knight, not only with the sword but the pen and tongue as well. At the age of 18 a tragic event became me and my new found family. A band of bandits came to our house and started to raze it. Acting quickly I throw on my training leather and long sword and bow. By the time I got out of the now burned away manor they were gone and they left with them my foster father lying on the ground. I quickly ran to him taking his hand in mine. I felt something wet on my face but I didn’t reach up to swipe it away. He looked at me with piercing gray eyes and started to cough up blood. He said to me I need to find Ragnorak Torrinand and his brother, he will take me into care until my training is complete and with that he died. After burying my father and getting the small belongings that I owned I began my trek to find this mysterious Ragnorak Torrin who would take me into his care and continue my training.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: I get up from the bench where I was enjoying the warmth of today’s sun. The streets aren’t very crowded this time of day and it seemed peculiar for this man to be out at this time. I stretch my legs in preparation for anything that might come and begin to trail the man. On the way past the guards I take one by the shoulder and force him to walk with me. I explain the situation calmly and tell him to run ahead to the keeps gates to warn the guards and I will stay to follow the man in case something goes awry. The guard nods to me and cuts right where there is a shortcut to the gates so he can cut ahead. I trail him till he is at the castle gates. The guard had done his job well and there was a full team to meet the anonymous man. He stops just out of bowshot and waits for the guards to hail him. The guard I pulled aside steps forwards and asks “what business do you have here peasant, now be off with ya” the strange man doesn’t move but simply offers himself up to the guards. Immediately this arouses my curiosity and move over to help the guards. I ask if I can watch the man in case something wrong but in the back of my head I know that this is either a very clever assassin or a fool. They give me permission and lead me to where the man will be kept. On the way in I catch a quick glimpse of his face and notice a piece of gangrene flesh and part of his bare bone, and quickly as it was there it was gone. As we entered the shadow of the keep I know right away I had probably gotten myself involved in something much larger then myself and that I probably shouldn’t be here.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron long sword, how do you react?
Answer: Not doubting my years of experience and expertise with a blade I step into the bright sunlight to confront the bandits. Sensing my presence they both turn around to confront the possibly new threat. I ask them what seems to be the trouble. Without answering they both look at each other than at me and charge swords flashing in the sunlight. The first one throws a dagger which I quickly swipe aside with my blade. By the time I brought my blade to bare the two were already upon me. Whipping my blade forward I meet the first frenzied but unskilled attacks with some well-placed parries and blocks. Having them off balance I begin to push towards the first man. The first I dispatch quickly with a few short thrusts, he went down with relative ease. While concentrating on the first man the second managed to jump me from behind. We both end up on the ground him on top my sword gone from the struggle. He looks me in the eyes and asks “Any last words?” Seeing no way out of this one I close my eyes and wait for the end. Suddenly I feel his weight pulled off me, I open my eyes to the old man forcing his sword through the bandits guts. After cleaning his blade on the bandits cloak he walks over to me helps me to my feet and says to me “you still got a lot to learn kid.”
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colorful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Immediately the long sword grabs my eye. I ask permission to test its weight. Given permission I grab it and heft it off the wooden stall. I give it a few swings to test its balance and weight. The length fits my build perfectly and the make is of exceptional quality clearly from a master smith. I must have this sword; it would be a lovely addition to my arsenal. I examine the hardened iron for imperfections or cracks. Deep in the many folds of expertly crafted iron where the smith had molded it I can tell its strength and workmanship was beyond comparison to anything I had ever seen before. I look at the man tell him what an incredible sword this is and how he came by it. He told me it was given to him by a strange man in black robes and an old wooden walking staff. He told me he got it for a very low price. Immediately I knew this peddler had gotten it for a bargain, clearly it was worth a lot more. I ask him for triple what he got it for still not what it’s really worth but more than his asking price. He immediately agrees with a look of bewilderment, confusion, and happiness on his face. I walk away happy and he comes out it with a large bag of coins not knowing the better.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible,
and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Overland98
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: GMT +10
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read and
agreed to the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have little
experience in online role-playing.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: The Minecraft Forums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I
have not made any previous applications.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then
please do so (link above): Yes, I will shortly after posting this.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it
and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I shall.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any
definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is act of playing a character and pretending
to be them instead of you. This is accomplished by acting, reacting, talking
and, thinking as if you are your character.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gamming is the use of out of character information in
your character, thus giving the character an advantage over others. An example
would be that Player1 sees a Player2’s nameplate through the wall, Player1 then
begins to role-play as if his character also knows that Player2 is there.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using emotes that are either over
powered or give another character no chance to react. An example would be ‘Character
1 stabs Character 2, killing him.’
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Devon Hunter Overland
Current Age: 24
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Devon was born on the 11th of the seed of The Amber Cold in the city
of Dresden, Hanseti were his parents were lumberjacks. His parents moved to the
fields of Solace when he was two years old due to his parents wanting to learn
to farm in a milder climate than Hanseti. His parents were Devon Overland Senior
and Ruby Overland. He had a brother and two sisters, they were named Leif,
Huntress and, Dawn respectively. He was eldest of the four and Dawn was the
youngest, who was named after the Queen of Salvus during The War on The Undead.
Devon helped as much as he could on the farm. Nonetheless he never was
interested in it and decided to go and craft items out of wood to make up for
his part of the family income. Much of his early life was spent staying around
that farm
One year during the seed of
The Great Harvest, a new family moved in nearby to work on the same fields as his
family did. They were a family of Elves, who no matter what Devon asked they
wouldn’t say where they came from. There were 3 members of their family, the
father was named Averir, the mother was named Iheiu and, the son was named
Sirame. Devon became good friends with Sirame as he also preferred to do other
things besides farming where possible.
Sirame introduced him to
sport of archery, which then Devon started to learn how to fletch arrows so he
and Sirame could have competitions against each other. Much to Devon’s dismay
Sirame almost always won. Devon never used his bow to kill many animals as
Sirame didn’t like to, but some days he would go out into the plains outside of
Solace with his brother, Leif to hunt for the local fauna. He made a good
amount of Minas by doing hunting and he saved up to buy a small dagger to skin
and collect meat from the animals which he killed.
Sometimes Sirame and Devon
would run out into the plains and wheat fields that surrounded Solace. On a
couple of occasions they would stay out for days and forage for food in wherever
they could see something that was edible. They never strayed very far and within
a few hours of looking, their parents would drag them both back to their homes.
As Devon was getting older
he continued to do little heavy work or farming. He still liked to craft things
out of wood and made several wooden swords for his poor attempts to be good
with a sword. Sirame and he continued to do archery competitions and both were
now pretty even matches for each other. Even Devon’s brother Leif would sometimes
join in their competitions.
A few years later both Devon’s and Sirame’s
families had moved to Dresden, Hanseti to try and farm in the hard, rocky soil there.
Devon began to work as a lumberjack while in Hanseti while Sirame continued to
help with farming which both families were still doing. Devon wasn’t a good
lumberjack as he often misaimed the axe and hit a different part of the tree. The
snow was cold, the wind was cold and, the water was cold. Devon wished he could
stay outside and practice archery whenever he felt like it but now, he had to
wear thick clothes and he couldn’t do it at night when it got very, very cold.
Devon continued to hack away at trees and tried to build his weakness so he
could use a sword or an axe. Sirame stopped doing archery competitions with
Devon, as he now did old jobs around the area for most of the day and sometimes
late into the night.
Then the time came when all
the nations of Asulon travelled to Elysium and later, Kalos. Devon, nearly in
his 16th year, settled on Elysium with his family and Sirame’s family. He was
nearly old enough to find his own way in the world and he wanted to leave his
family’s house.
Devon and Sirame started to
travel from town to town finding work and returning to their homes every week
or so. There so many chickens everywhere, sometimes even Devon tripped into the
flocks. These massive flocks of chickens also provided the pair with Minas as
Devon would often shoot many arrows into the flocks trying to score a few of
them.
In Devon’s 17th year he
moved on to Kalos along with Sirame. Both of them did odd jobs around the
settlements there. They spent many a year doing just that. Until the day a land
was discovered.
Everyone
was going onto the boats towards the new land. Sirame decided to head back to
Elysium to be with his family. Devon, On the other hand decided to stay in
Kalos and leave from there. He wasn’t too happy about having to move from place
to place for the second time and hoped he could make his way in the new land.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Devon wants to learn how to fight properly as he very little
experience with swords. He also wants to see Sirame and his family again and hopes
he will be able to find them in Anthos.
Personality:[/b] Devon is a kind and self-sacrificing person to his friends regardless
of their race, he tries to help them if he can. Otherwise he is shy when
meeting new people, unless they have things in common. He also attempts to
avoid fights where possible. Due to Sirame's influence on him, he often greets
people with the word ‘Hail.’
Skills:[/b] Devon is an adept user of the bow. He can also craft things out of wood
with relative ease. However, he is not good with melee weapons or heavy labour
such as mining. He can also read quite well, but does not often write as he is
a novice at it.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]Devon is quite slender with a height of about 5’10
feet. Due to him not done very much heavy work in his life, he has little
strength. His hair is rather dark for a Northerner, leading many to believe
that he has a small quantity of Southeron blood in him. He often wears a black
shirt and some old, grey, rugged trousers which he has had for many years.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Devon often carries around his small dagger that
he bought in Solace as he uses it to carve wood and hunt.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the
event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards
the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Devon stands there for a second
and walks up to a guard nearby and after managing to gather confidence to speak
he says “Hail, There’s a strange looking man going up to the palace, I’m not
sure if he is up to good.”
The guard investigates the
area and turns back at Devon and says in a voice with a slightly angry tone “What
man? Are you trying to trick me?”
Devon turns around and
looks for the man again. He turns back, failing to see him anywhere. He then
goes on to say “I must be seeing things, sorry for wasting your time’ and
continues on towards the gate.
Devon walks towards the
palace to go and see if he was hiding in the area surrounding it. He looks
around, trying to find him and doesn’t see the elusive man. He goes on to
mutter to himself “I must be seeing things.”
Just after muttering to
himself he hears the groan of a guard and he runs back. He sees the man who
just took out a guard in a poorly lit area. Devon shouts “GUARDS!” The man
notices him and tries to run off as the guards get to scene.
Devon, now standing with
the same guard as before says “I guess I’m not seeing things then” and walks
off to the gate, having a new story to tell in the many shops in Kingston.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Devon tries to sneak up on the
people by carefully placing each foot slowly on the ground. He walks over to a
nearby log and listens intently what they saying.
“Give us your money, you
old man.”
“N- No… Just leave me in
peace.”
“You have one more chance,
now bring us it!”
Devon, hearing all this
talk decides to walk away carefully, hoping to not get involved. The next
moment Devon finds himself face first in the ground and his new longsword
hitting a rock after he tripped on a exposed root. He pulls himself back up and
looks back at the cabin. Now the bandits are staring at him and their faces
look unimpressed.
“Great…” Devon thinks to
himself, unsure of what to do.
“Come here you” says one of
the bandits as they walk towards Devon, with their weapons drawn.
Devon attempts to lift
himself up and run as fast as he can, it was too late the bandits were already
quite close. He knew he was going to have to fight.
Devon picks up his
longsword and holds it to his left side, preparing to execute some sort of
attack. The first bandit came with his iron broadsword. Devon attempts to swing
his sword as hard as he could to try and hit the bandit. The sword swings right
past the bandit and hits a part of the bandit’s left wrist. Devon attempts to
swing his sword up and over his head to strike the bandit’s head.
Devon now swinging the
sword over his head decides to let go of it and try to run away. The sword hits
one of bandit’s shoulders lightly and Devon sees his chance to escape. He
doesn’t look back as he runs back onto the road and as far away from the
clearing as possible.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind
a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hail there, what do you have
for sale?” Devon spoke responding the Dwarf’s words.
“I have many goods for
sale, which I want to get rid of” The dwarf replied “yer can haggle or pick a
price if ye want.”
Devon was interested in the Dwarf’s stock and
he looks for something to buy. He sees some arrows but, not ordinary arrows. He
then inquires “What about those arrows? They look like they are well crafted.”
“Ther’ iron arrows used in war, quite strong
and reusable. I have had them since I lived in the Kingdom of Urguan” The Dwarf
answered.
“Ok, how much for them?”
Devon responded.
“60 Minas for 10” The Dwarf
replied.
“How about 45?”
“55”
“48?”
“50”
“What about 49 Minas?”
The Dwarf pauses for a
moment and begins to speak “It’s a deal then,” now going over to grab the
arrows “I guess a single Mina isn’t much difference.
Devon puts his hand is his
pocket to retrieve the Minas and hands them over to the Dwarf while the ten
arrows were passed in the opposing direction. Devon farewelled the Dwarf with a
wave and begun his trek back to his home city of Kingston.
Main Account Name:Jumpingcole
Alternate Account Name:jumpingcole
How old are you?:13
Time-Zone:western
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:Massivecraft, D&D, and many more.
Role-playing:Role playing is like: -Odd man in a brown cape with a coin in his hand and wearing a leather hat, walks into an old in and orders a beer as he has a glass eye-
Meta-gaming:it means to be out of the game like, let me say you jest got a game and you aren't in OCC and you say it in role play i believe that is meta gaming
Power-emoting:Power emoting is like saying you don't give the other play any turn to say anything like -player 1 kills player 2- player 2 didn't get to do anything at all that is power emoting.
Full Name:Uzk Bubhosh
Current Age:18
Race:orc
SubRace/SubName:Dwarf/ nulen hammer
History: when Uzk Bubhosh was born they called him Nubhosh because they didn't think he would be strong and good. he grew up as a kid called Nubhosh, he didn't like it but it jest mad him more better then he was. his dad called him a Glob for trying to train. his son became kind of good with an axe, sadly his father still called him a Glob for even trying. later on in life there was a war he tried to get in when he was about 7 years old he was much Bubhosh and stronger then before he was allowed to go in even know he wasn't a full orc man yet. it was war with a little clan of human's their wasn't many of them. they pillaged them and toke most of their food. it mad uzk feel Bubhosh about him self his father had died in one of these battles. soon after Uzk was sent to find a new place to live at the age 17 with a few other people it toke him a year to get to a mountain ware they would make a clan the slow was heavy fog was heavy to, most of them died uzk past out at the night of may 16 and wasn't herd of.
Ambitions for the Future: to become a high person (High as in cpt and stuff)
Personality:big stronge
Skills:axe men
Appearance:http://i.imgur.com/B5axKjn.png (copy and paste it in the bar)
Other things: Nothing much left.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Main Account Name: Delmasca
Alternate Account Name: N/A
How old are you?: 22
Time-Zone: American CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Have built and run several forum based Role Plays. RP forum boards, and have been role-playing for 10+ years.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum?: Yes.
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, deeply.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing to me, is the state, in which, a person can become somebody or something else entirely. It is a form of acting, you become that character and you build a life that you would want to live. Role-playing to me is exactly that, a lifestyle, a way to escape the ordinary and become something more.
Meta-gaming: Taking something unkown to your character, normally something you read on someone elses profile ect, and applying it to your character, suddenly knowing that Johnny killed his parents and that's why he is a tortured soul. Basicly stealing knowledge to gain the upper hand without consulting the other player/gm/character.
Power-emoting: When you write out an action and assume that it is successful. You are role-playing the other players character without their consent and causing some sort of damage and/or major plot development without first consulting the other player. IE: Mark stabs Mary through the chest, watching the life leave her eyes as he pulls the blade from her heart, leaving her lifeless body behind him.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Delmasca
Current Age: 158
Race: Elf
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History: Malinor has always been home to Delmasca. His family's migrated to Anthos from Elysium with the rest of their kind nearly a decade ago. Many moved to the towering tree lines, and built a city for themselves however this was not the case for Delmasca and his family. Delmasca grew up in a solitary cottage in the woods with his father and elder brother Ranove. Together Ranove and Delmasca trained to be great hunters like their father, Delmasca hoped to one day become something of legend to the people of Mlinor, to be known as The Great Hunter Delmasca.
While Ranove was old enough to be out on his own, Delmasca was still considered to be to small to hunt by himself. He spent most of his days training with a bow, or practicing his sword play. His nights were spent learning how to tan leather and craft useful materials, as the woodland life was a harsh unforgiving one. Malinor woods were known by many to be unsafe, stories of raids on homes and villages were common, most of them revolving around the Valah Bandits. Delmasca had always disregarded these stories until one faithful day that would forever change his life. Ranove and Delmasca were sent off one morning by their father to hunt for the evenings supper. While they were gone the Valah Bandits came across their cottage. The brothers would never know what happened until they returned. Their home had been robbed, destroyed and burned to the ground, and not far from that place, by a tree lay their father, cut down while trying to protect their only home.
With nobody left but his older brother, the two created new life for themselves Mercenary's, and where as Ranove was content to no longer capture and kill criminals, Delmasca had a bigger goal in his mind. The two of them built a small lodging in the trees, catching thieves and murderers and delivering them to the city limits for little to no coin. By this time however Delmasca had come up with a new plan, a way to exact his revenge and achieve a personal goal. In the dead of night he took what he could and left his older brother behind.
With a new goal in his mind to become a legend Delmasca has set off on his journey across Anthos, his plan, to find the Valah Bandits and kill them all.
Ambitions for the Future: To become a legend that is talked about for years to come, and to kill any and all of the Valah Bandits
Personality: Delmasca is little for conversation. Although when he does speak he convays a level of intelligence and know-how. He keeps his emotions in check, however he has a rage inside that spills out more often than it should.
Skills: Delmasca is well versed in the art of survival, having been raised a hunter with his brother Ranove. He has been keeping himself trained in hand to hand combat and sword play. Delmasca has taken to the life of a, self proclaimed, ranger and has since learned the art of being stealthy, keeping himself hidden in the darkness, however he is also skilled in hiding in plain sight.
Appearance: Delmasca has deep black hair, which he keep concealed under a hood at all times. His clothing is dark stained leather, perfect for keeping himself hidden in the darkness.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Delmasca crept through the trees silently. He knew that if the elder elves noticed him they could easily outnumber him in a fight. His body remained hidden in the thickness of the trees, his hand glided over his chest and flicked a small dagger into his hand. He hated to waste a good weapon on something so trivial, but he knew all to well what it was like to be looked down upon by those older than him. Flicking the dagger outwards, Delmasca quickly moved his position as it sped through the air and into the ground next to the older elves. The older elves were shocked and surprised, quickly looking around for any sign of the assailant. Delmasca drew his blade and stepped from the shadows, “Do we have an issue?” he smirked.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: His ears perk up to the sound of coins falling to the ground, a small smile crosses his face “Music to my ears.” Delmasca looks over the old man, kneeling down beside him. “You know whats sad about the current situation?” he began to run his hand over the mans pockets, failing to find anything interesting as he moved to the coins. Picking them up one by one Delmasca chuckled slightly, “The sad thing is that I normally don't rob old timers.” He plopped the coins into his own coin pouch and sighed. “Truly sorry about this old man, but you don't look like you need these coins anyway.” he began to walk away then paused, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. He looked to the sky then to the ground and mumbled to himself. His hand crossed over the coin pouch and untied it, he turned and tossed it to the old man then walked away, still feeling a sense of guilt and shame. “Damn you brother...”
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: The man stands by the carriage, running on about “Wonderful items from far away lands!” the normal merchant lines used on travelers. Delmasca makes a mental note of some of the more rare items the man carries, a few gems and some high quality armor that could sell for a high oprice in the underground markets. “How much for the jewel shard there?” he asks, the merchant looks to a medium sized red jewel shard, the kind that is shaped almost like a diamond but is rough cut, like it was just pulled from the earth. “Ah yes! This jewel is very special indeed! It was said that it came from another world, some sort of gateway to another plain.” Delmsca scoffed and tapped hims fingers on his arm, “Yeah yeah, how much?” the merchant looked annoyed, “50 minas firm.” he crossed his arms, obviously he was upset about Delmascas unwillingness to listen to his story. Delmasca shook his head and smiled, “How about we make a deal? I'll give you 10 minas plus this sword, its a fine piece of work, crafted by one of the best elven sword-smiths around.” The merchants eyes lit up, “Elven sword you say? Hmmm.” he paused for a moment, “30 and the sword and you have a deal.” Delmasca smiled and took out his pouch of minas. “How about 20 Minas, the sword and you throw in that axe along with the gem?” The merchant stood in silence, thinking over the proposal. “Come on, how many more times are you going to find elven craftsmenship like this?” Delmasca flashed the blade. The man sighed and grabbed the axe and gem, placing them infront of Delmasca. “You drive a hard bargin lad, but we have a deal.”
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: MunroWood
How old are you?: 24
Time-Zone: GMT -5 (EDT)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have. And a good set of rules they are.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I participated in several play-by-post RPGs on various forums about 8-10 years ago. Since then, I haven't been an active RP'er. I hope to change that.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Um, some random Minecraft website. It might have been minecraftforum.net, but I can't remember.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I have read it. Bottom line: dwarves like to fight a lot. Especially with the orcs. I will to continue to review it, since there is a lot to remember, but I really appreiciate the rich history that has been developed.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is a way to tell a story collaboratively, unleash the imagination, and have a ton of fun. It is important to remember that your character must fit into the hierarchy of the other people playing with you.
Meta-gaming: Cheating, plain and simple. Giving your character inside information takes the fun out of the experience. This is true not only for other players, but for yourself.
Power-emoting: This is another thing that takes the fun out of role-playing. Simply put, this is an effort to make yourself out to be the winner, no matter what, by going beyond your actions to the result of those actions, usually in a way that takes away all the other player's power in the encounter. Boring. Obviously, it can also be frustrating when another person tries to play your character for you.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Fimund Axegrinder
Current Age: 77
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any): Unknown, but his grandmother claimed to be a Grandaxe.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Fimund grew up in a poor family. His father, Jormund, was never successful at any venture, and was hounded by debt. Fimund's earliest memories involve packing his few belongings in the dead of night and fleeing whatever town his family was living in at the time. He lost count of the number of times this happened.
His father tried his hand at carpentry, smithing, gambling, grain speculation, highway robbery, and several other occupations that Fimund can't even remember. His father failed at all of these things, but kept thinking up some new plan to strike it rich. The stress of that lifestyle turned out to be too much for Fimund's mother, who fell ill and died of a fever at the young age of 300.
That was the last straw for the young dwarf, who struck out on his own, hoping to settle down and make a decent living.
Ambitions for the Future: Fimund just wants to find something he is good at, and settle down to a quiet life of moderate prosperity. He is afraid that he might turn out to be just as unfocused and hapless as his father, but he is determined not to fail. Despite his desire to settle down, he still has an adventurous streak that won't quite go away.
Personality: Fimund has trouble relating to other people. Due to moving around constantly, he never had any close friends as a young beardling. He has a stubborn determination about him that allows him to accomplish the things he sets his mind to. His mother instilled in him a strong sense of duty and knowledge of right and wrong, but the poor example set by his father has led to difficulty living up to his principles. He has a very hard time seeing things from other people's point of view. However, he goes out of his way to find out all the details before forming his own opinions. Overall, people find him to be friendly and good, but his stubborn nature has gotten him into a few altercations in the past, and he is not afraid to come to blows over an argument.
Skills: Fimund's mother, Lima, educated him thoroughly as a child. Nowadays, he spends a lot of time reading and writing, and he learned to do delicate work with his hands. This has earned him some scorn from the other dwarves around him, who focused more on rough work. He has below average skill with weapons and large tools, but what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Many schoolyard fights ended quickly when he intimidated his stronger opponent with a childish war-cry as he rushed in headlong. As a hobby, Fimund creates ornate daggers. He has alsoshowed skill in masonry.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Fimund is tall for a dwarf, but somewhat slight of build. His bright red hair has begun to thin at the top. He keeps his beard trimmed to a length about halfway down his chest. He has a small nose and small brown eyes, which don't draw too much attention. If not for the garish tint of his hair and beard, he would look very unremarkable. In most cases, he moves with slow deliberation, until he gets excited. At that point, he gets fidgety and can't stop moving.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Fimund speaks slowly and concisely, wthout much accent, except when he gets angry, at which point he becomes nearly unintelligible, struggling even to put a sentence together. He rarely loses his temper, though.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As gem-lust fills my heart to the brim, I begin to search my surroundings for some tool or item that I can use to make it across safely. Frantic, I pace back and forth for several minutes before determining that there is nothing around to make the task easier. But I have to have those diamonds.
Carefully, I edge out onto the thin shelf of protruding rock. Dust and pebbles shift and clatter down into the abyss below. My heart is in my throat. With a sharp crack, the bridge begins to give way. But I'm almost across, so I leap the last few feet. The cavern shakes as teh rocks tumble into the gloom, and I let out a sigh of relief. Then I get to work chipping away at the rock holding the massive gems in place, too engrossed in my work to realize that there is no safe path back across the chasm.
[b]2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: I turn back to my ale, hoping that one of the other people in the room will intervene. It's not my business, right? I choose to ignore the fact that the only other patron is an old merchant, who has gone half-mad, sitting in the other corner talking to himself. I'm actually more disturbed by how distracting the kid's bawling is that the clearly hostile intent of the ruffians who are slowly making their way closer.
But then they get really close to the beardling. He probably owes them money, and they're just trying to scare him a little. That knife looks awfully sharp. In a flash, I realize that I am the only one who can help him. Father Urguan would never have just stood by at a time like this. I leap to my feet, knocking over my drink, and it splashes all over the crying beardling's feet. He begins to shout at me for ruining his boots, but I rush past and get between him and his attackers.
The one with the dagger looks at me, with an expression that almost seems puzzled. He opens his mouth to say something, and I take the opportunity to knock a couple of his teeth out. But his friend isn't caught by surprise. He grabs a tankard of ale and clubs me on the top of the head. The room goes dark.
[b]3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: I am taken by surprise, but he seems friendly enough. I pause for a moment. There's nothing pressing in my schedule. " 'Ere, gimme two," I reply.
"Where ya headed off ta in such a hurry?" He asks, running his gnarly fingers through a long beard thick with the smell of stale ale.
I take a second to think about it, but I can't remember. "Nowhere import'nt." The mugs are brimming with cold brew, foam overflowing and dripping down the sides. I lick my lips and take a long gulp. The bar-keep gives me another crooked grin.
Name: Berrfoul
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: __TnT__
How old are you?: I am 17 years old.
Time-Zone: I go off of West coast Pacific Time.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read and understand the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I play other MMO RPG’s, one for example is LOTRO.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found it off of Google when I was searching for an RP server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have applied once before.
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88090-elf-berrfoul/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have read it and followed it in my biography.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Sort of like acting as a character, and doing what that character would do.
Meta-gaming: Using outside information to get ahead in-game or to get an unfair advantage in it.
Power-emoting: Forcing an emote or action onto someone without their consent.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Berrfoul Teres Crona
Current Age: 21 years old
Sub-race (if any): A rare crossbreed between a Wood Elf and a Dark Elf (mostly Dark Elf qualities)
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
He lived happily with his parents in the Wood Elves’ forest for the
first 5 years of his life. His father, Borato was an adventurous young
Dark that left the caves which the rest of his family and friends lived,
when he was only 20 years of age. From Borato’s youth he had heard
stories of glorious trees that reach to the sky. Borato left his family
behind and found his way to Malinor. He there met his mother who was a
Dryad. The two married against friends’ advice and without blessing.
However they were in love. They lived happily together on the outer
edges of society where there would be less discriminating eyes, and
where Borato was able to still worship to his goddess Velulaei. The
couple was still young when they had Berrfoul he was 300 while she was
350. When Berrfoul was only 5 years of age war tore their little family
apart. His mother was killed in a raid, and his father was captured in
battle. Afterwards, Berrfoul was sent to the only relative nearby, which
was his mother’s brother a Wood Elf, Faran. Faran was a wood worker
that loved to hunt, not so much the killing part as much as the chase.
“You can’t beat the adrenaline that comes from the chase.” was his most
famous saying. Berrfoul had darker skin. He felt different when he grew
up. His grey skin made him always feel out of place among the brown
skinned wood elf children, but he eventually didn’t care what his
appearance was compared to the other elves, and they didn’t either. When
he was old enough his uncle he taught him to hunt, track and be
stealthy. Berrfoul was especially good at disappearing in the night. They
would often go on outings with nothing but a bow sword and a dozen
arrows. Berrfoul soon learned of his father’s disappearance in battle at
the age of 15. From that moment forth he swore to himself that he would
find him. Berrfoul eventually did outings without his uncle, and spent
his time training in the woods alone with his weapons. He became deadly
with a sword and more so with a bow. At the age of 19 he joined the army
for the Wood Elves. He was a loyal follower that worked hard and was
fun to be with, making conversations and making friends. Then he went
into battle. They were ambushed in the middle of the night, only a third
of the company survived, and many of his friends died. After that
battle everyone was released from duty because the company was disbanded
for lack of people. He now is careful who he makes friends with because
it was apparently a friend of his who was a spy for the enemy and that
gave their group away. Because of that battle he also lost faith in
Velulaei, the goddess he was taught as a young child. He now is more
quiet and is always half suspicious of everyone he meets now. Now he
roams the land looking for ways to find his father, with little hope. 16
years after they are gone he loses hope and now only wishes to avenge
his mother’s death and father’s capture. With his uncle refusing to
travel with him Berrfoul now travels alone mostly with little direction
on where to go, to seek a place in the army. He hopes to find a part of
the army where he is able to go behind enemy lines and act as an
intelligence source or can be used for attacks at vital points.
Ambitions for the Future: Fight those who took his parents from him.
Personality: Quiet, loyal to the end, honest to a fault, suspicious, resourceful takes advantage of what he can find.
Skills: Exceptional with a bow, and not too shabby with a sword, knows how to hunt, cook, and hide.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Mostly like a Dark Elf in appearance, how ever dresses like a Wood Elf.
http://oi39.tinypic.com/2rff034.jpg
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each
question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one
paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any
point.
____
1.
As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering
and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves
are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Knowing
myself am solely a young ling compared to them, I walk up to them and
tell them, “We should not to mock the young, and that we should take
care of the young, like a sapling.”
“Hey this is none of your business, you can just leave now.”
I turn to them, as a proud elf of these woods I say “You should not tease this young one.”
“And
who will make me stop?” he snickered, “Certainly not you.” I then turn
to comfort the elf they bullied. I then take him by the hand and we walk
away. “Come now, lets find your parents.”
2.
Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old
man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the
ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold
coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the
pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer:
I quickly rush to his side and help him up. “Sir are you well? May I
help you?” He stares at me with heavy eyes. I then draw my knife, and
cut off a piece of my shirt. I used the cloth as a bag while I gather
the elder’s coins. “Here you go sir, let me help you on your way.”
*groans* “Thank you young elf for you kindness and help” I help him stand and hand him his walking stick.
“May I walk you to your destination?” I ask.
“That would be fine, but keep up,” he chuckled as he slowly started walking away.
I jumped up and followed after him, watching the trees on either side as we walked.
3.
Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing
in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and
calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his
carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to
haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item,
haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk over. “Hail friend!” he yells while I am still a short ways away. I
look around me, watching for any signs of others that could mean a
trap. After I am satisfied I loosen him up a little by asking about his
day. “How are you? Is business well?”
He
responds “Yes, I this spot has been good to me, I have found you!” He
chirped cheerfully. “Now can I get you anything you don’t yet have? I
have a full stock and was heading to town. I am stopping for lunch but I
my doors are still open.” The tall elf handed me a paper with his
inventory.
“Hmm, you have arrows I see correct?”
“Yes I do”
“I have been running low lately, so how about two dozen arrows?”
“Ah, yes that’ll be bout 50 gold”
“Oh, well, I do say that is quite a bit”
“Ah well they are of high quality” replied the vendor pridefully.
“How bout 30?”
“Oh no I could not go that low, I can do 40 however.”
“35?” I cross my arms.
He steps back and leans on the cart. “Nope, sorry 40 is all I can do.”
“I can only do 35 gold now, I’m sorry but that’s all.”
“Ah well then I guess you must live without your arrows, sorry we couldn’t do business.”
He turned to get his lunch when I said. “I could just ask my buddy in
town to make me a dozen for less.” I bluffed. I watched his eyes get
wider and he stood up straight. “I guess I don’t need the arrows now.” I
turned to walk away, knowing he couldn’t resist a customer.
“Wait!
wait!” he yelled. “I can do 35 gold for the two dozen arrows. I must be
crazy but you seem good and all.” He grabs the arrows and turns to me.
“Ah, here you go, two dozen arrows. May they fly straight and true.” I
handed him the money.
“And may you have a profitable day, and safe travels my friend!” I call back.
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Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: candydeath13
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played
Dungeons and Dragons, and enjoy playing on roleplaying servers on MMOs.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I went looking for a
good roleplaying server and found videos on YouTube that made me want to
learn more.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
http://www.lordofthe...hl=candydeath13
http://www.lordofthe...hl=candydeath13
http://www.lordofthe...hl=candydeath13
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:
Roleplaying is making decisions based on what the character would do.
You are the character, but the character is also its own entity, and
should make its own decisions.
Meta-gaming:
Meta-Gaming is the act of using information unavailable to other players to help with
in-game situations and decisions. For example, if someone tells you that
there is a dungeon underneath a nearby village IRL, but you two are
nowhere near each other in-game, you cannot go to the dungeon without
first being told in-game. Essentially, if you have information IRL, your
character has to have found out about it in-game before he can use it
(this includes OOC and /tells).
Power-emoting:
Power-emoting is when someone makes a choice or takes an action using an emote without
allowing a reaction. For example, if you were (in D&D) to shoot an
arrow at someone, you can’t just say “I shoot them with my bow”. You
must pull out the bow, then begin to fire. At either of these points,
another player has an opportunity to react, unlike if you skip these
steps.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Dain Thrainson
Current Age: 27
Sub-race (if any): Northern
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
When I was younger, I enjoyed archery and helping my father keep watch on the city. I never really liked swords much, though if the need arises I
can stand them. I've always enjoyed farming and hunting, and absolutely
adore the mechanics of running and maintaining a shop. My father’s brother, my uncle, ran a shop himself, which I worked at on weekends, for a couple of minas here and there. One day, my father disappeared, supposedly heading , and I was left with my uncle (my mother had also been taken by orcs when I was very young). He taught me all about bows and hunting, and, unlike my father, told me about my mother. He often compared me to her, my eyes, my hair. He always told me we had the same green eyes, brown hair, and stubborn tendencies. He always became sad and depressed when he spoke of her.
When I moved out, I became interested in buying and running a shop
of my own. But, as I began to make plans and save money, I discovered
something. Whilst cleaning out the storage rooms of my old childhood
home (being twenty four then), I discovered my father's journal. Upon
reading it, I discovered that he had been making seemingly illegal deals
with a band of rogue orcs. I refused to believe that he would endanger
what little of our family was left like that, including himself, without
a good reason. After months and months of scouting around and reading through his journal, I discovered what he was bargaining for – my mother. I have been trying to find these orcs ever since, hoping that one day, when I do catch them, I will have my questions answered, or else get my revenge on those who robbed me of my mother and father.
Up until now I've been scouting around and researching, just as I did before, only this time I searched for the orcs themselves. I have heard all sorts of rumours, some of which going so far as to claim that this violent band of orcs had gone to stay with the elves! So I have begun to lose hope that I will ever find them, but I will keep trying until I am either successful or dead. Now, I what hope I have is what I believe fate will bring me. I plan on settling down now, and resuming my hunt later, keeping an ear open for tales or rumours of nearby orcs.
Ambitions for the Future:
I wish to discover what happened between my parents and the orcs, and then settle down and open up a shop, somewhere along the countryside. Maybe then I could perhaps create a family of my own, one that will not be taken from, like my parents were.
Personality: : Quick thinking, can think of a battle plan or strategy to get out of almost any situation (they don't always work, though). A bit reckless, tends to make mistakes and rush his plans, often leading to failure. Jokes all the tiime, when with friends. Determined to solve the mystery of his parents' disappearances.
Skills: Skilled with a bow, due to years of training with his uncle. Moves silently when hunting, and is very experienced at it. Moderately fast sprinter, can go long distances without rest, but isn't very strong.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Stands approx. 6' 2", weighs a good 180 lbs, light brown hair, green eyes, generally seen joking with friends in public, wearing his hunting outfit and carrying his leather pouches and satchel. Often seen poring over his father's journal.
http://postimg.org/image/fqp2puvo3/
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Skin made by TheAirak
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one
paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
1.
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure
stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly
up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you
do?
Answer:
I call out to the guards, and point out the
strange figure. “Guards, over there!” I shout.The figure looks toward
me, and then to the guards, and sprints into the alleyway, guards right
behind him. “Hey, stop!” the guards shout. Cries of “Don’t let him get
away!” come from that direction, followed by the sounds of a struggle. I
run down the alleyway to help, only to discover that they already
caught him. “Why are you sneaking around like tha’?” a guard asks him.
Another takes off the figure’s hood to reveal an orc. “What has the time
come to when you can’t even walk without being beaten to the ground?”
he growls. “Why did you run from us if you were just out for a walk,
orc?” the guard spits back vehemently. The orc struggles with the guard
holding him down, then breaks free and starts running again! “After
him!” the guards shout. But the orc is already out of sight, having run
off into the town.
2.
Whilst wandering in the deep
oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small
cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a
small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear
to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron
longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I hang back and see
what happens, but one of them almost sees me. “’Ey, was that oe’r
there?” he asks his companion. “Nothin’, probably jus’ the wind.” I wait
until they turn back to the old man, then pick up a handful of rocks as
quietly as I can, and throw them. They both turn and run over to the
area, shouting curses. “Come out, you! I ‘eard ye’, no use hindin’ from
us anyhow, we’ll find ye’!” I hear as they shout to the nonexistent
person they are trying to catch in the distance. I poke my head out from
behind the tree and whisper-shout to the old man, “Hurry, run, before
they get back! Grab your most important items and go!” He grabs his
things and runs off in the other direction, and I run back the way I
came, ignoring the frustraded curses and shouts of the bandits back at
the cottage.
3. You are standing within the mighty
human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful
stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a
variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about
anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to
haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items
of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer:
I walk up and inquire about the goods. “Hail, fine sir. What would you
consider a fair price for a few of these arrows you have here?”
“Your choice of price sir, so long as I can profit from it.”, he says with a
wink.
“How does two minas each sound?”, I ask, “I’m not quite sure how
much effort went into making these, but they do look like very high
quality arrows.”
“Oh, you can do better than that sir. Say, four minas?” he answers.
“3 is my maximum, I still need to buy water and bread with what little I have.”
“But surely you realize I can sell you those as well, how about two loaves
of bread, 10 arrows, and a bucket of water for 40 minas?”
“40 minas!?! That is outrageous, that is! I’ve only got a good 250 minas to
me name at the moment, and only 30 on me! If I’m going to buy those you
can take the 30, otherwise I shall have to shop elsewhere.” I respond
angrily.
“Fine, fine. But there is one condition I wish to make, if I
am to lower the price so drastically. I want you to help me bake the
rest of this bread I’ve made, so that I can sell it all by nightfall.”
I think about it for a moment.
“Deal.”
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I apologize for the formatting issues, I've been trying to fix them but for some reason or another a good portion of it is entirely bold. Also, I had a hard time finding out information about the lore (Aegis specifically), so it doesn't have a ton about that in there.
EDIT: I went back and read some of the applications above this one, and noticed a couple of similarities. Just want to make sure you know that any similarities are coincidences
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: vistasaviour12
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: (GMT - 4:00 hours) Atlantic Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A few other RP Minecraft Servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Youtube
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is immersing oneself into the specific role of a character. Taking on their characteristics, emotions, skills etc. to fully portray a role.
Meta-gaming: Using of OCC (Out of Character) knowledge in character or RP. For example, I if I acquired knowledge of a gathering among members while OCC and I then used that knowledge to turn up at this gathering as if I knew that it was going to take place. This is wrong because my character did not gain such knowledge in game.
Power-emoting: Forcing an emote that is over powered onto another player,making it very difficult or even impossible when attempting to counter attack. For example, *Helv unsheathes his sharpened blade and fiercely swings it slicing off everyone's head with incredible ease
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Helvetica Mercury
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northener
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Helvetica grew up in a small, out of the way settlement near Feldkirch, a settlement which was almost entirely built by his ancestors. Helvetica's father, Olafe was a carriage driver and his mother Korahliah, was a blacksmith. Their little village often provided weapons and artillery to the bigger settlements and castles in the near by surroundings. When Valynard was 17, he and his father took off into the wilderness to drop of a shipment of swords and shields for a wealthy Elven household in the East. While in Malinor, Helv and his father resided at an inn for a few days, where Helvetica befriended a Elven girl named Auriel. Auriel later encouraged Helvetica into smoking herbs. They both discovered a strange purple flower growing beside a stream and picked its petals and experiment with it
They both got instantly high, above and beyond high. They hallucinated and heard talking everywhere and they eventually both passed out. Helvetica regained consciousness at the Inn hours later and was greeted by a jester standing beside him. The jester was explaining what happened during the hours Helv was unconsciousness, little did he know that the jester was never even there. Whatever Auriel gave Helvetica surely changed him. And so he lived for 5 years, imagining a jester at his side every waking second of his existence.He would talk to it, fight with it, dance with it as if he was actually there.The jester influenced his thoughts and decisions molding him into one himself, corrupting his sanity bit by bit
He currently lives in Feldkirch working a jester amusing the locals. Being quite young, Helv isn't entirely sure of what he should do with his life. The army seems interesting to him but the jester isn't to happy about that...maybe one day.
Ambitions for the Future: Helvetica wants to join a clan and to probably further his skills there,maybe even making his own someday.
Personality: Helvetica is hysterical and is considered to be insane to almost everyone he meets. He laughs and cackles randomly and is quickly excited at the sight of action. He never really thinks of what he is saying or doing which sometimes gets poor Helvy into unwanted situations.
Skills: Being quite young, he is not fully accomplished at fighting or building. He tells funny jokes though.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://imgur.com/6VISv3A
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Helvetica enjoys speaking of himself in the third person. He finds it gladdening.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Helvetica spots the man and knows that he should act before something wrong occurs. Helvetica ponders facing the man himself but he is quickly rebuked by the jester who states 'Blood on the new shirt is might scare away business ,Helv.'He agrees. Helvetica then holds his hands up to his lips, cuffs them and shouts loudly to the guards.'Oi! That man over there seems suspicious!'The guard notices the man making his way to the palace and quickly dashes to him and confronts him. They remove his cloak and realized that he was a burglar attempting to steal. He was apprehended by the guards as Helvetica turned around and made his way back to the tavern.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: Helvetica unsheathes his iron longsword immediately preparing himself for the worst. He slowly and stealthily makes his way from out of the bushes he was hiding in and creeps his way behind the thugs. With the element of stealth on his side, Helvetica raises his sword and strongly bashes the pommel into one of the bandit's head, throwing him to his knees screaming in agony. The 2nd bandit raises his sword and charges, our blades clash as Helvetica is pushed to the ground. I swing my blade cutting his ankle and I hopped back on my feet and held the sword fixed at his throat. I resisted the jester's urges to slice his throat there and then and kicked hthe bandit to his knees and bashed his head into the cobblestone wall, bloodying it. As I turned around, the 1st bandit springs on me punching me repeatedly with his iron gloves. The old man quickly took his small blade and jabbed it into his back of his head causing him to fall off of me. I got up and stood in front of the old man, protecting him and pushed my blade upward and viciously threatened the bandits. They both got up fully and cowardly dashed into the forests. The old man thanked me and gave me his small blade as I made my way off ever more determined to advance my skills in combat.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Realizing that he was probably able to get something of for very cheap, Helvetica points out to him a pair of red gloves reasoning that it would look so cool on the jester. The jester examines it and agrees
"So...how much for these find gloves here?" Asked Helvetica
"Ahh...got those gloves in the South...there handcrafted y'know...about 30?" Answered the merchant
"What?! I can get one of these at the market for 15! "Answered Helevtica
"Err...25? Answered the merchant
"15! Its already slightly torn!" Answered Helevtica
"Fine!! 20 and it yours?" Answered the merchant
"Fine..." Replied Helvetica
Helvetica places the 20 minas in on the wooden table and snatches the gloves. He strolls off somewhat annoyed.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: ace134 (yes no capital)
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: NZ +12 GMT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have indeed
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I play D&D With friends often.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have seen it on multiple forums such as the mindcrack fan forum, I have also seen it on the minecraft forum
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes to the best of my knowledge I will.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To act as a character that is not yourself Example: I could be roleplaying as a nomad that wanders the barren landscape of a war-torn world.
Meta-gaming: In role-play this is any out of character action for example adjusting your actions on foreknowledge for example: Because I have read ahead I know this bridge is trapped so I shall avoid it.
Power-emoting: This is using an emote to take away the ability for another player to prevent the action For example: *Kills Joe and uses a spell so that he cannot come back to life* Or *You give me all your items and then run away*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Elhand Trannyth
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I hale originally from the city of Aldesberg in Anthos Where I grew up with my father, mother and my twin brother, our mother ran a market stall while our father was a blacksmith. We lived in a small building in the market district of town. It was crowded and small as we were quite poor. I had grown up always wishing to join the city guard while my brother had always wished to become a merchant. So I grew up sword in hand training in an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city while my brother grew up training with the travelling merchants that would come and go. Eventually we both got our wish, I joined the city guard at the age of 19, my brother left the city to pursue his own goal the same year. Over the next few years life was good as food was plentiful thanks to my position in the guard.
I eventually managed to secure the rank of sergeant I was well respected by my mean and a natural born leader. One evening we were out on patrol when we spotted lights coming from a long abandoned warehouse we all thought this strange has we had all grown up in this city and none of us had ever seen any activity from that warehouse, we went to investigate and as we drew nearer we begin to hear a strange echoing chat, it sounded almost orcish. I signalled for my men to halt. The cold air whipped through our armour and you could almost smell the fear permeating the area. Eventually we mustered up the courage to investigate the building, we kicked down the doors shouting “City watch, Don’t mover!” but when we entered the building it was far beyond what even the most superstitious of us may have imagined, four young children were tied together there muffled cries echoing throughout the room, around them was a circle painted in blood and around that stood four shrouded beings turned towards us, I stood there sweat beading on my forehead my sword held high I mustered the strongest voice I could “City watch, your under arrest” my men shuffled nervously next to me as we none of the figures had spoken a word yet. I gestured to my men “Arrest them now!” four of us including myself moved up to encircle the men, we quickly threw handcuffs around there spindly veiny arms and hurried them out of the building. The remainder of my men untied the children. I think we all left there a little different than we were when we entered. I know I did for from that day I have had an intense hatred for evil and all its forces stand for. After that day I could not stand to remain in the city, it reeked of evil and hatred. I decided to begin a new life in the city of Abresi, I signed up for the guard there and I was very quickly offered a position in the chapter of the lion where I still serve today.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
To climb the ranks of the Chapter Of The Lion and bring peace to land
a happy person but very wary of strangers, Dedicated to serving his nation.
Skills:[/b]
I am excellent with a sword and a skilled tactician.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Messy brown hair, average height and strongly built
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
He’s not an orphan so…. Yay?
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Elhands eyes scan the area searching for the best route to the figure, he eventually decides on the head on approach. His feet thud on the cobbles as a he runs toward the figure "Halt!" he shouts as he nears the figure. He turns to look at him and darts of into an alleyway Elhand gestures for one of the guards to follow. The figure turns a corner and Elhand darts into an alleyway he emerges in-front of the figure he stops and just as the other guards arrive he disappears in a blinding flash of light.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron[/b] [b]blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Elhand spots the bandits and ducks behind a tree, he silently draws his sword a shine runs up it as he removes it from its sheath. He bounds out from behind the tree running towards the bandits his feet make a slight crunching sound as they crush the grass, I jump just as the bandit nearest to Elhand turns. he land on top of the first bandit and slides his sword into his chest covering his blade with thick crimson blood. The second bandit lets out an almighty war cry as the first slumps to the ground, Elhand pulls his blade from the bandits body and turns to face the oncoming threat. He blocks the bandits first clumsy strike with his sword before the bandit comes back around wildly on of the swings slips past Elhand defences and hits him in the shoulder. He lets out a grunt of pain before attacking the bandit with a last powerful blow, severing the bandits head from its body. Panting Elhand turns to face the old man just as he collapses on the ground “Are you alright” Elhand says as he spots a gash below the man’s ribs, he quickly rips part of his armour off and ties it around the man’s chest before helping him up the man whispers “T-t-thank you, if you hadn’t come along I would have been finished” I nod before escorting him to the city to seek medical help
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: Elhand walks up to the stall with a smile "hello, I’m looking to purchase a sword, a new helm and a few potions. He nods and pulls a sword from a barrel and looks it over before handing it to Elhand "Crafted by the most skilled elves in all the land" Elhand turns it over in his hands before returning it to the shopkeeper "No thank you. I'll have that one please" he gestures to a display case sitting behind the counter the shopkeeper looks at the sword "sorry but that's not for sale" "1000 Gold pieces" Elhand reply’s " I'm sorry sir but its not for sale" The shopkeeper responds with a slight quaver to his voice "1500 gold pieces" Elhand says slamming his fist down on the table. The shopkeeper lets out a sigh before pulling it down from the case and placing it on the counter "Now I believe you were also looking for a helm correct?" Elhand simply nods as the shopkeeper takes a helmet from an Armour rack "name your price" Elhand turns it over in his hands before he responds "250" He looks at me dumbfounded "350" Elhand sighs and nods, the shopkeeper places the helm down on the counter next to the sword before pulling down a potions rack "Now what form of potion where you looking for? We have Love potions, Health potions And multiple vials of poison" "3 Health potions please" Elhand responds gesturing to the potions The man nods "100 each" He says with a smile "50 each" Elhand responds without a hint of mirth in his voice "60 take it or leave it" the shopkeeper responds sharply Elhand murmurs something under his breath before handing him the money collecting the items and heading for home.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: tylerthebrain
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: GMT -4 or EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I did read, understand and agree with the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: My previous roleplay experience originated from three years ago, when I joined a server called Roleplay Revolution, native to Minecraft. There I started out, fairly well for a beginner, though I had the 'i' syndrome, looking back it's rather funny. I spent a total of a year and a little there, and rose to become a Trusted Member, with one of the stronger characters on the server, it was not simply that time, I was active for that time. Though unfortunately what is created is eventually destroyed, and the server died.
That was when I moved to a more elite version of Roleplay, GMOD's Half Life Two Roleplay gamemode, in which I joined one of the most Hardcore communities, made friends and enemies, like all servers you might join. I played there for a total of approximately five months, where they expected paragraph-long actions, combined with speaking.
I transitions back to Minecraft, and destroyed my skills in an RP server called The Forgotten Realms, I stayed for a long time, and it was enjoyable, but it was sad to realize the quality of roleplay was horrible, and respectfully advise the owner to move on from it, which he did eventually. I was there for a good 5-6 months as well, these are really rough estimations by the way.
Later on, I kept stalling for Minecraft servers to find, so I vaulted back to HL2RP, where fragments of my first HL2RP community remade a server, and had it private, unfortunately it was under-funded, and I could only be a part of it for a little more than two months. In that time, I got the rank of Operator, equivalent to Mod on Minecraft, and was generally friends with the rest of the playerbase.
That is when I found a new Minecraft server, Iriliath, a great place and it still exists today, I played there for two months until I applied here, becoming a Whitelister, Trusted member, than finally a Trainee Mod, but I just couldn't see a future there, and I didn't want to lose my mind to boredom.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about Lord of the Craft a while ago actually, almost a year now, I had applied, at least that's what I remember, but I never got a follow-up, to be fair it was probably filled with 'i', incapable of proper grammar. I just left my last server, so I thought this would be the next place I'd like to go.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: There are applications in the following content, but not all are applications, some are comprised of RP lore I've written;
- http://ironhearts.enjin.com/forum/m/7935688/viewthread/5805276-22nd-motor-twit-rifles-plank-among-plates (A Steampunk RP server.)
-http://ironhearts.enjin.com/forum/m/7935688/viewthread/5511657-camp-savior
-http://ironhearts.enjin.com/forum/m/7935688/viewthread/5846510-char-application-ninsei-100213
-http://ironhearts.enjin.com/forum/m/7935688/viewthread/5311588-tylers-second-character-application-kael
-http://ironhearts.enjin.com/forum/m/7935688/viewthread/4648591-tylerthebrains-whitelist-application (This was my first RP document, it's WAY shorter then the rest...)
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I can assure you I will entwine the Human Lore with my backstory.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is the act as hence the name, playing a role, whether it be a Daemon, Angel, Undead or normal being, you are put into a role, and you play it.
Meta-gaming: Meta-Gaming is the act of taking OOC (Out of Character) information and applying it into roleplay, or IC (In Character).
Power-emoting: Power-Emoting, or Power-Gaming, is the act of forcing an action/emote onto another player, for example;
*Stargel raises his sledgehammer, crushing the opponents head with it.*
That is an example of powergaming, a normal version is;
*Stargel raises his sledgehammer, attempting to crush his opponents skull.*
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aeyrkaidon Hyonaidas
Current Age: 27 Human Years
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Aeyrkaidon was born in a farming settlement in Aegis, detached from society save for the weekly trip to the nearby market. His first memories were at the age of four, when his father walked down the fields of rich crop, teaching him how to tend to them carefully, Aeyrkaidon was clumsy at first, stepping on wheat, and tripping here and there, flattening parts of the field and killing potential income for the family, nothing major of course.
That field was his connection to the world, as he became accustomed to the ways of farming, and got a better grip of his motor-skills, he could tread through with ease, watching as insect hummed about, but that was not all there was to see. His father went to a nearby town to barter for proper, spun bread and meat for the family, and if they had a good rotation, possibly a few luxury accessories. On his first trip, he was five, walking the entire mile down the gravel road to the down, holding his fathers hand. It was beautiful, he could look left, and right. enjoy the peaceful greenery, the lone tree standing at the hill, surrounded in lush grass.
Before Aeyrkaidon knew it, murmuring ran about, and he turned his face forward, walking through a gate, guards nodding to his father briefly. Inside the wall was stand upon stand, upon stand, hearty merchants advertising their goods, waving them over, it was all Aeyrkaidon could muster not to run over to the stand and start jumping in the merchants field of view. His father, Krohn, had been keeping an iron grip around his hand, it hurt a little, but I'm sure his father was just as nervous of bringing him along as he was being there... His father approached one of the stands, a tilted sign read, "Fresh Food!". Aeyrkaidon gave a deceitful smile to the merchant, not quite sure what to say or do, he was greeted with a "Hey young 'un." It was all Aeyrkaidon could do not to tilt his head in question, and no follow-up from the merchant was given, his father began conversing with him;
"Hello Samuel, I'm here for the usual." Started Krohn.
"Sure thing, just give me a moment to turn the next batch over, then I'll bring it right there." Replied the mechant.
Aeyrkaidon and Krohn stood side by side, Aeyrkaidon facing around behind them as his father whistled casually, flicking some tough strands of wheat from his home-made top, with the occasional hole here and there.
A boy ran past, looking about a year or two older than Aeyrkaidon, "Hey, wait, come back!" Shouted Aeyrkaidon, as the boy ran by, and as a result, he did turn around, "Hello, what is your name?" Spoke the other child, Krohn let go of Aeyrkaidons hand, letting him walk towards the boy.
"My name is Aeyrkaidon, him over there is my papa, we live in a farmers' lot not far from here, what's your name?" Questioned Aeyrkaidon.
"Michael, I live in town with my mom and pa', I was just getting some dinna' for 'em." Answered Michael.
The two awkwardly fiddles around, unsure of what to say, before Michael finally broke the silence, "I'll talk to you later, alright?" Aeyrkaidon responded with, "Sure! I'll be back in five days or so, my papa always comes here each week, and he's bringing me now." At that, Aeyrkaidon turns, skipping back to his father, Michael went back to do his thing.
By now, Aeyrkaidon's father had been done the bartering, and held a sack over his shoulder, filled with meat for the upcoming week, he had been watching the two talk, "Making friends, I see?" Krohn said, Aeyrkaidon nodded, and they made their way back to the farm.
Each week, Aeyrkaidon would get to know Michael more, and in time they became great friends, all the way through childhood and adolescence.
At age 23, Aeyrkaidon had taken to working the farm full-time, his father helped here and there, but his condition was slowly getting worse, Michael's mother had passed away, while Aeyrkaidon's mother, Clarissa continued to provide for cooking around hiring carpenters and other workers for maintenance, since Krohn was no longer capable in his condition. Though in the following weeks, anomalies begun to occur.
The fall of Aegis, where the dead walked the land, was first seen when Aeyrkaidon went out an early morning to tend to the crops, he saw a man, slowly stumbling down the road, his leggings tattered, and blood running down his shirt, leaving a trail behind him. Aeyrkaidon ran towards him, yelling at him if he needed help, the man tilted his head, moaning, and suddenly lunged towards him. In a panic, adrenaline racing through him, Aeyrkaidon wastefully swatted at the oncoming figure, missing completely, before turning into a sprint, panicked and misguided, he ran into the house, calling for help. His mother ran out, seeing the lifeless, walking corpse, and brought out a piece of scrap clothing, that was used as a towel, holding it out to Aeyrkaidon, which shook his head; "No mother, he's rabid or something!" The man was stumbling through the fields of wheat, getting tangled in spools and soft soil, the sound of bones cracking could be heard as the man's leg was twisted. Aeyrkaidon shook his head, "Mom, can you go to down please?! Get a guard out here? I'll keep him busy." He shut the door, going upstairs to check on his father, after a few moments, there was banging on the door. Aeyrkaidon looked back, than to his father, who nodded, and Aeyrkaidon went back downstairs, looking around the kitchen idly as the banging persisted. For a good hour, trying to come up with something to do while he waited for his mother to return, and she finally did, in a frenzy she grabbed Aeyrkaidon's wrist, and shook him hard, yelling at him to go get his father, and he shook her grasp off, running upstairs and helping his father to his feet. Eventually, he had to let Krohn onto his back, he had the sweats, and a mighty fever. They used the same door their mother had entered at the back, swiftly travelling down the road, the undead man stumbling slowly behind them, unable to keep up. His mother spoke of what she had seen, rabid people roaming the streets, guards torn apart on the ground, but one frantic, wide-eyed citizen had told her about a gateway, to a new world... That is what the person had said... The family of three made their way, leaving behind Michael, and everyone that may still be alive, even if they are dead, they were still people, they had families and friends, no longer... Days on this road, and they had believed to reach the area where they would pass onto the world of The Verge...
They could do nothing but hesitate, but as the dead began to turn within' the mass that had made it, they were ushered through, transporting to The Verge, a simple farmer, no hero, martyr or saint, was given the gift of life where thousands of others fell, was it fate? In The Verge, time passed solemnly, the family wanted their lives back, Aeyrkaidon even more so, but as ships began to be made, Aeyrkaidon was off to another chapter in his life. Boarding began, him and his parents were assigned different ships, or in the crowds managed to lose each other regardless.
They set sail to the new world, Anthos, Aeyrkaidon moved to the Northern region of the world, fighting harsh conditions to have crops grow, limiting the growing to potatoes and carrots, the cold climate disallowed for anything more lush. He would spend his years like this, in solitude and isolation Aeyrkaidon would be split from the world in mind, but now a new journey begins in his years, it is time to bring a new story.
Ambitions for the Future: Aeyrkadion seeks to essentially live a happy life, both wealthy and comfortable, he is stuck believing that in order to succeed this, he must first give to others, by aiding them. Any other ambitions he had have not been found as of yet, lost in the depths of his mind as he is entwined in daily routine...[/b]
Personality: Built from years of habit, Aeyrkaidon tends to be victim to hesitation, often logically processing everything, without acting on impulse, as of now he is what you might expect to see, running from monsters, living his own life. Though he is happy, cheerful and inviting, save for the recollection of the fall of Aegis...[/b]
Skills: Aeyrkaidon is specialized in Farming, knowing the ways of fields quite well, and to an extent where he is capable to adapting it to harsh, cold areas, where only certain vegetation can grow, that is his primary skill, but after his encounter with the undead man, he has prepared himself, learning a slight edge to sword-handling, but merely self-taught, surely better than a first-time user, but of course he is by far not the best. Other than that, his skillset could tend to some improvement.[/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Aeyrkaidon stands 5'7, with a rather heavy build, unlike his farming nature, from carrying tools around. He has black hair, which is swept to the side, two hazel/crimson eyes being shown. A facial scruff has grown at his chin and under his nose from lack of treatment, like his hair, it is also black. Aeyrkaidon's skin is pale contrary to his farming nature, from long days in the cold... He wears a gray shirt, which in his travels has been tattered and torn from obstructions here and there. A pendant lies on his neck, that opens to show a small ink drawing, three people, presumably Aeyrkaidon's family, all smiling. A belt secures his baggy leggings, the technology to properly fasten one non-existent at the time, instead a primitive form of it is used, a simple, stretched-leather knot. From there we have the baggy leggings, extending down to his feet, torn into shreds at the end, on the skin itself, having no form of footwear, Aeyrkaidon has blisters, callouses and scabs.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: I cannot think of anymore at the moment.[/b]
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
[i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon would look to the figure, and tilt his head towards the guards, and slowly make his way towards them, keeping a close eye on the figure as he moves towards the Palace, once he reaches the guard, he would quietly point the suspicious man out, and answer any questions the guards would ask. At this point he wouldn't have anymore to do with it, and would walk away, not looking back.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon would crouch behind a tree, trying to think of something to do, he might panic a little, at which point he would go out from cover, waving to the man, where the bandits don't see, and probably give out a little call, which would take their attention. If they did see him, he would turn, and bolt from the area, either too afraid, or too smart to know he isn't skilled enough for an outnumbering battle, even with the Old man.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: *Aeyrkaidon walks up to the stall, looking up to the board, taking in all of the shops perks, "Anything, any price!", Aeyrkaidon would look over that for a moment, thinking of what he may need, before looking to the merchant;
"Hello sir(/ma'am), I would look to get a leather cap... Preferably tinted white, you see I work outside a lot of the day, and one of these days I'm gonna' come down with some sickness." Started Aeyrkaidon.
"Hmmm... I see, it's up to you what you want for it, but it'll be a little more for the dye, just keep that in mind." The merchant added.
"I'll start us off with Sixteen, the hat itself would be ten, and the dye six, I personally think that's a little over the price... But I have change to throw around, and I'll make it profitable somehow." Added Aeyrkaidon.
"I see, Sixteen is decent, I'll stick to that, you run a shop to?" Questioned the merchant.
"Not quite, I just sell potatoes and carrots to people here and there." Aeyrkaidon adds, placing the coin onto the counter as he talks.
"I see, maybe I'll as you for something in the future, but for now, hope the product satisfies you!" The merchant exclaims, waving as Aeyrkaidon nods, waving back and leaving.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name:Tannor2001
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone:Eastern
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have done little roleplays in real life,but nothing big.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:Here Is my page just go to my topics.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: My character is the type of fellow who is nice and kind.I am always loving caring and thoughtful.His bow is one of the most stable in what used to be his village.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Reacting certain events or events that may happen.
Meta-gaming:describing certain games.
Power-emoting:abusing the powers that are giving to you.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Mahtan Vardamir
Current Age:20
Sub-race (if any):Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): When I was a child my village was burned down. After that,I lived with my friend ,Elena Longspear,a hobbit.When orcs attacked we only survived no one else then
we grew up in the wilderness.
I have always thought she was the last of the hobbits untill we heard of two hobbit called "Frodo Baggins" and "Samise Gamgee".I set out to find them and to see if it was true.
Ambitions for the Future:I hope to see if the rumors are true.
Personality:Brave fearless and determined.
Skills:Greatest in his village or what used to be his village.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: link22399
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: Central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have some experience role-playing on my friend (Charoodler)’s server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: From my friend (Tanriz Nathfluod)
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is expressing actions and emotions through specific detail expressed from the characters. It is not just simply saying words, but also showing emotion, and acting out different actions.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is doing things such as speaking another character’s name without actually meeting said character in-game. It is also things such as knowing a person’s back-story, or anything else about them without first being told those details in-game.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is forcing your attacks or moves on other players. Such examples being: “So-and-so stabbed So-and-so in the head.” A proper route to take would be “So-and-so made a stab for So-and-so’s head.”
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Lucius Tovalin
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): I grew up in Anthos in the Human city of Salvus. I knew of my older brother Vladimir Tovalin, but never saw him, seeing as he lived many miles away in a land I do not remember the name of. My mother raised me because my father died not long after my birth, or so I’m told. My days were usually boring, filled with just helping around the house, and going to buy food and other goods from the stores in-town. Soon enough I grew to a suitable age to venture out from Salvus, and out into the world. My first plan was one given to me by a bartender when I was a child, to go to Kal’Halla and start a life there. It seemed my only real choice, so it is what I did. I journeyed to Kal’Halla in one single day, and rode the boat there over the course of 2 months.
As soon as I arrived in Kal’Halla, I felt famished so I went to find anyone selling breads and ale. While searching for a suitable shop, I came across someone that looked surprisingly similar to me. He noticed as well and approached me. I was partially startled because he was wearing a suit of iron armor and bearing a sword. He asked me my name and I told him, “Lucius Tovalin.” He was completely shocked. He stood there with his mouth gaping and tears in his eyes. I asked him why he was so astonished and he said, “My name is VLADIMIR Tovalin, your older brother. I didn’t know if you were still alive or what.” We both had tears in our eyes and hugged as others watching looked on in awe, that two long lost brothers had finally found each other. He asked me what I was doing in Kal’Halla and I said, “Just trying to start a new life after leaving my, er… our, house.”
“Well come with me, brother, I’ll show you around,” he said, and I very willingly followed, eager to see what was to become of my life now that I had met my brother. He showed me out to the wilds where he lived, and gave me a room in his humble manor. To this very day that is where I live, in peace, and eagerness to get out into the world and do anything with my brother.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] I aspire to an adventurer and great soldier like my aforementioned brother, and go on amazing journeys with him to who knows where.
Personality:[/b] I am generally feisty and eager to fight most things that enter my path. I stay away from most delegations and stick to going wherever I feel like going. I rarely cry, and very easily become angry.
Skills:[/b] I am quite skilled with a sword and bow, which I prefer, but I am quick to learn new things.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] I am a light skinned male with medium length blond hair, bright green eyes, a suitable build, and long legs and arms and legs. I usually dress as just a normal person in a shirt, cloak, cloth leggings, and leather shoes.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] None.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: I swiftly approach the guards, warning them of the shifty character approaching. “You might want to keep an eye on that dark-clothed figure over there. He is making his way for the Emperor’s palace, and most likely with villainous intent.” I stay with the guards as they approach the man making his way for the palace. He turns around and pulls out a dagger. I run up and push him to the ground and hold him there, as the guards arrest the man. On his person we find a letter saying “Murder the emperor and you’ll be rewarded a great amount.” The guards nod to me and I turn to leave. They ask who I am and I simply say “Lucius. Have a good day men!”
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I look for a moment at the scene happening, thinking about what would happen if I were to help, or just leave. After about two minutes of debating with myself, I decide I am not strong enough to take on these bandits. I turn around, in complete shame for myself that I could not help this old man. On my way back to the Great Crossing I encounter two brave knights. I tell them of the scene happening in the woods, along with directions to the Old Man’s cottage. I tell them to come see me back at the Great Crossing when they are done at the cottage. They return much later saying that they managed to save the Old Man and defeat both of the bandits, and that I came just in time. I thank the knights and turn to be on my way, more happy with myself that I managed to get the man help, even if not from me directly.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hello sir,” Lucius says. “What are you selling?”
“I be selling a wide variety of goods, name something and I’ve got it,” the small man says.
“So do you by chance have any iron for sale?”
“Of course I do! How much would you like?” The man has a strange smile on his face, but Lucius continues to speak with the man.
Lucius looks into his pouch to see how many minas he has. He sees that he only has 150 minas.
“I would like to buy, let’s say, eight iron ingots.”
“Hmm.” The small man rubs his chin. “How about for that 200 minas?”
“What about 150? That seems like a fair price for eight iron ingots.”
“I’m not sure, I worked hard to get this iron and I don’t feel like giving it up for that little.”
Lucius looks into the man’s eyes with a smile saying, “If you sell it to me for 150 minas I’d be glad to let all know of the amazing prices you have here. Men and women from all across the land would come to your shop to buy your goods. You’d become a very wealthy man.”
The small man thinks for a moment. After a few minutes of pondering he holds out a hand with a smile. “I guess if you really think that could happen, I’ll sell you the eight iron for 150 minas.” Lucius hands over his bag of minas saying, “There you go sir, 150 minas. I’ll make sure to tell people of your amazing deals on my travels. Have a nice day!”
“A good day to you as well sir!” Lucius leaves, telling many he comes across of the man’s amazing prices, feeling good about himself for helping not only himself to some good prices, but others as well, and also helping the small man to earn much money.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: AdmiralWalrus
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Gmt+1
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Definitely
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played games such as TES V Skyrim, and WoW.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A friend of mine, currently rping Kardel Adavere McGowan recommended me
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81939-jengos-first-app/?hl=jengo
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes i have and I will
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is acting out a specific character, taking his/her actions upon yourself, and reflecting how he.she would feel. In other terms: acting.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is when you use information acquired out of character to benefit your in character position, such as knowing the location of a treasure out of character, and going to get it in character, when in truth you character does not know where the treasure is, you do.
Power-emoting:Power emoting is the act of unfairly emoting actions that put you in a winning position. An example of this would be "Garry takes his claymore and chops Larry's head off". This is unfair because Garry did not give Larry a chance to counter his strike, or fight back.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aticus Moonstrife
Current Age: 124
Sub-race (if any): Mali'aheral
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Aticus was born to an arcanist family in the city of Haelun'or of Asulon. Both his mother and father were evocationists, to be more specific fire evocationists. Aticus was always interested in magic, but his father did not want him to learn it, as he had hurt himself many times. He urged Aticus to try other things, and even sent him away to the wood elves to learn their crafts, but he was no good. Being a high elf, aticus could not fight, and was better skilled at reading and learning the arcane arts. Aticus was sent back unsuccessful to Haleun'or, only to find himself in an even worse situation.
When Aticus returned, he discovered that both his father and mother were dead. He was told that a fire evocation accident had killed them both, and this had crushed him, but not put him down. With little purpose or family in the city, he left, using his little arcane and medical knowledge to his benifits. He was never able to cast, as his father had never taught him, but he has been seeking a teacher ever since, as his father's death did not put him down.
?Now he roams the realm of Anthos, Aticus roams the realm, searching for a purpose, and possibly a teacher to teach him the ways of arcane magic. Having no real home, he wanders around, making a living off whatever he can, sharing his knowledge with others.
Ambitions for the Future: To learn Arcane magic
Personality: Aticus is not very friendly, and will only mingle with others who share his passions.
Skills: Herbalism, Arcane theory, some Alchemy
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: No
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Looks at the group, and frowns, as it remind him of his own childhood, and yells out "OI! Stop it, are you that pathetic?". The two wood elves turn to him, and laugh, their toned arms gleaming n the fire light "What would you do, mali'aheral? Zap us with your magic?". They laugh, and Aticus frowns, not being able to do magic. He reaches into his long robes and pulls out a bottle of alchemist's fire, the wood elves frowning at the sight. Aticus speaks with a smirk across his face "You sure know what this is, don't you?" he says, as the two muscular wood elves quieten. He speaks again, his tone cold and sharp this time "Alchemist's fire, it can burn both of you to crisps in seconds. Step away from the malil, and you will not be harmed." The wood elves do as he says, and Aticus looks at the little one, who is now trembling, and says "Run, little one, run". The small elf does as he is told, and Aticus backs away, his potion in hand.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: Looks the old man over, beginning to walk away, until he notices that he bears a symbol of the mages guild on his cloak. Suddenly, he walks to the man "Valah of the mages, are you hurt?" he asks. The old man look up at him "How do you know i'm of the mages, Mali?" Aticus smiles "Your cloak has their emblem, I have great respect for you." The old man smiles "I did not expect such courtesy from a Mali." Aticus smiles "It is not because you are a Valah, but because you are a mage, which I have great respect for." The old man frowns, and scowls "So if i was not a mage you would have let me as the food of wolves?" he asks with an angry tone. Aticus frowns "Be greateful that I have saved one of you Valah," he says as he helps the old man up, returning his coin purse "And yes, I would have left you as the food of wolves, as I respect your violent and ignorant race not." Aticus walks away, not heeding any of the old Valah's scowls.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: Aticus's gaze is immediately focused on the old arcane magic tomes the fat merchant is selling, and approaches the stand "How much for these tomes?" he asks. The fat merchant replies with his thick voice "One-Thousand minas for the tomes." Aticus gives him a perplexed gaze "These scrolls are falling apart and could crumble to dust in any second now, I'll offer you 200 minas for them, to save them from you untrained Bortu hands."The trader answers in an annoyed tone "Fine, 800, and they'll be yours." Aticus laughs "No one will buy your scrolls but me, 300 at the most." The trader give another counter offer "700 is the least I'll go." Aticus answers "350, and i'll take 'em off you. Think of it Bortu, you wont find another offer better than mine elsewhere." The dwarf, now red, sighs "Fine, take your scrolls". Aticus smiles, handing the fat bag of minas over "Thank you, Bortu, I assure you your trade was not in vain." Aticus walk off, leaving the Bortu to admire his bag of minas.
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: East Coast
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Only a little bit
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://i.imgur.com/10Td1Td.png
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Is when you use information of your character and act like someone that you are not.
Metagaming: It is when you use out of character information in character.
Power-emoting: Is when you Roleplay an action that cannot be prevented. Example: “Joah swings his axe and cuts off Bill’s head.” Correction: “Joah swings his axe, aiming for Bill’s head.”
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Elhad
Current Age: 230
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): My mother Ema, was a normal elf and my father Bahz, was a normal elf, they both were born in Leumailn, and they still live there. My father was in charge of the guards and my mother stayed home. I was born in a hospital four blocks away from their house. I was one of the few chosen to learn the arts of the the bow, dagger, poison, and the art of concealment. I was the best at the bow, not very good at the dagger, poison, and the act of concealment. I had many friends, my best friend was named Shinta, me and Shinta always went into the forest and played with the animals. We had many games, but our favorite game was to play tricks on people. Once there was a man walking in the forest and he felt something on his cheek. He tried to get it off but he couldn’t. So he went to a tiny pond and looked in the reflection of the pond. But before he could see what it was, a big rock fell on the thing that was stuck to him and it got stuck to him too. So now he had a big rock on his cheek. We tried not to laugh but we couldn’t hold it so we had to run very fast. Those were the best days of my life. When I was 18 I had a thirst for adventure, I asked my parents if I could go on my voyage. They agreed because they wanted me to learn the life of nature. When I came back at age 20 I was a new man. I now knew the true power of peace and flourishment. I was now a true elf. I now knew the old truth of the old world. The world with the deity of the creator. I know knew of Krug, Malin, Urguan, and Horen. I would always hail them. I thought I would become a worshipper, but now I know I want to protect the elfs lives. I knew that Ibee turned into a monster with the skin with scales, and fangs growing out of his body, Iblee, the monster, who tried to destroy everything that the creator created, which made me want to kill him with all my might. I learned of the great fight against the Delvers and the Mercenaries, and how they attempted to overtake and replace the Malinor government, but with the Orc’s on our side. I learned of another great battle recently after that, in which Oren attacked Malinor, and even with the help of the Orcs, there was destruction and many deaths. Men, Orcs, and elves all screaming in agony by the sharp deadly blades, axes, or arrows. This was a devastating hit for both Orcs, Humans, and elves. Even though the elves and the Orcs tried Lumaelin was pillaged. On day my parents took me to a festival, it was all for our creator, when I came back from it, I learned a lot more than I used too. I learned of when Iblee who was once the greatest of all the god’s worshippers was cast down into our mortal world and almost destroyed the peacefulness of Aegis forever. I learned that Horen was always anxious and was not able to live long enough to see his city completed and his lands increased. But for god, this, was, all a test. After learning all this, I know for sure I want to help the people of Malinor. I want to join the High Guard, and protect citizens from the villany of Oren.
Ambitions for the Future: To destroy evil, and help the good.
Personality: Nice, very curious, and I have a sense of humor
Skills: The bow, the dagger, poisons, and concealment
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: I tell the older elfs “If you want to keep your age, leave this child alone”, and I held the held the boy's hand and walked away. “I will give confidence in you” I said to the young elf. “I will show you that you can do anything if you can believe” I said. I stand for any younger elf in need. “Would you like to join me as my apprentice” I asked the boy if he would like to join me as my apprentice. “If you accept I will teach you all I knew about the elf history and combat training” I said.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer: “Hello” I said while I picked up the old man’s coins, he weakly said “h... h... hi” groaned the old man in pain. Then I put the money back into the pouch. “Do you need any assistance?” I asked, “ye.. yes please” whispered the old man, so I helped the old man up and gave him back his pouch. “I owe you so much for your great deed” said the old man, “you don’t owe me anything my dear friend” I said, I will give him the respect that he deserves. “I will protect you until you get back to your home” I said, now I shall say my goodbyes,” I said, and so I left a happy man to live in peacefulness.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
I spotted a fine bow, one of the best bows I had ever seen. “How much for the bow” I asked. The man grinned at the bow. “Thats a fine bow. The best I’ve seen in a while.. say.. “500 Minas” said the man. “250 Minas” I said, “I’m going for 400 Minas” said the man. “267” I said, “300 take it or leave it” said the man. “Fine” I said in an annoyed voice. So once I bought my bow I asked “ would you like to come over to my house and drink some ale with me?” I asked. “Of course” said the man. Once we got to my house we talked about people who the trader traded to. “So was there any strange people who traded with you?” I asked. “Not that I know of” said the man. “Wait, there was one man who had a strange cape over his head” said the trader. “A villain” I whispered. Once we finished our tea we said our goodbyes. “Farewell and safe travels” I yelled after him.
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: CrazyRuskii
How old are you?: 24
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Dungeons & Dragons many years ago.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Googled "Best role playing Minecraft server."
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Will do.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Abandoning who you are in real life to assume to role of another character, much to the effect of acting.
Meta-gaming: Using information your character has not learned, to his advantage. Like the coordinates of a cave found on a forum, reading up on mob weakness online, or logging in as a wandering soul to find buildings before actually going there with your character.
Power-emoting: Basically, unrealistic role-playing. Like, "Walter used the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique on Brian, it's super effective!" or "Walter uses his time travelling spell to go back in time and kill Brian as a baby."
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Walter Redson
Current Age: 17
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
(I went a little overboard on this part I think, sorry!)
I was born to a poor farming family, on a poor farm, that was situated out in the wilderness close to Ager in Asulon. My mother was a sweet woman, and truly was the only thing that kept my spirits high during my troubled childhood. She grew up as an orphan child in Ager, and never met the parents who abandoned her. Whenever she looked into my blue eyes, the same as hers, I could tell she wondered how a mother could do such a thing. My father was a hardy and caring man, but quiet and reclusive. He was raised by his grandfather, after his parents both died of Bo'dank. My father never had many friends, and kept to himself mostly. That's probably where I get my misanthropic nature from.
I was raised here, on this withering farm, and we got by from selling what little crops we could while not starving ourselves. Every year it would seem we only had enough Minas to barely skate by, which was surprising to me, seeing how little we were actually able to sell. My mother taught me to grow crops such as wheat, potatoes, and melons, and how to cook with them. She also taught me the myths and tales of the ancient world, that she learned as child wandering the streets of Ager. My father taught me logging, and how to build minor structures, like sheds and fences, out of wood. My father also taught me many other things, like how to read and write, and how to shoot a bow.
Life was simple at best. Nothing ever happened on this decaying farm. I dreamed of leaving one day, to go exploring new lands, becoming a powerful wizard, and finding unimaginable wealth But what boy didn't? No, my place was here. There was no money to go adventuring, I'm not one for the magical arts, and who just trips over a chest of Minas in a cave? I loved my parents and knew I needed to be here for them, for the farm.
Many years went by on that farm, and eventually I became a young man.
One dark night I awoke to the smell of smoke. I threw my covers off, got out of bed, and ran to the window to look outside. What I saw made me think I was still asleep in a nightmare. "Mother! Father! The field is on fire!" I yelled through the cabin. I seemed like an eternity before I heard a response "Ew else es en there?!" shouted a deep and bellowing voice. This was not my father's voice. I panicked, and quickly pulled my bed out to block my bedroom door. Just as I did, I heard footsteps running toward my room "Git out ere ya little *******!" commanded the man. I stumbled over to my window, and heard what sounded like a bull ramming the door as I made my escape. I cut myself badly as I broke the window and climbed out, but I managed to make it outside only to see that my nightmare had only begun.
I could see now that the entire cabin was engulfed in fire, and then I suddenly felt as if I was drowning in a sea of dismay and fear when I began to question the fate of my parents. I ran around the cabin to my parents bedroom window, shattered from the fire, and climbed up to check on them. The fire showed my everything. There they were, both still in their beds, covered in blood, cuts in their throats. I nearly fell off the window sill in dread.
As I was sitting there, seemingly frozen in time, staring at the bodies of my dead parents, I felt something grab at me "Gotcha!", the man had me by the throat. "Why?" I gasped for air as he started to squeeze. "Es is wot happens whin a man dosnt pey is debts" he told me. "That yer father boy?" he questioned. "Ye- yes" I said, still gasping for air. "Eh owed me quite a bet of Minas, eh did."
Just then an arrow ripped open the side of his head and I fell to the ground. "He should have cut... deeper." I turned around and looked up. There was my father, draped over his window sill, bow in hand. "Father!" I shouted, and he let out his final cough. Blood shot from his throat, and as he fell from the sill, so did his bow.
My mother and father are both buried where that farm once stood.
With nothing left except my father's bow and their memories, I set off to Anthos to start a new chapter in my life.
Ambitions for the Future: After living on a farm for my entire life, I now wish to travel and see what the world has to offer a young man such as myself. I would like to perhaps learn to be an architect, and build with stone, bricks, and iron.
Personality: I am a quiet, reserved man, who listens to what others have to say more than speaking my mind. I take pride in the fact that I am a hard worker, and rarely complain.
Skills: Farming, minor woodworking, archery, basic cooking.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): I stand 5' 9" tall, and weigh 160 lbs. Light skin, blue eyes, and parted brown hair. (Screenshot attached)
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe theevent in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer:
"What is this man up to, I wonder?" I quietly say to myself. The dark figure of the man, blending with the shadows, moves fast, along the side of a wall toward the guards. I pick up my pace to get to one of the guards, not trying to announce to the dark figure that I'm on to him. The man starts to get closer to one of the guards, and I start to run to him. "Look out! Behind you!" I shout. Just then, the dark figure places his hand on the guard's shoulder "And you are now dead" the man says as the guard turns his head. "How can you protect the Emperor if you can't even protect yourself?" he says as the guard stands there confused of the whole situation. Just then the man takes off his black hood. "Commander!" the guard shouts out. "This boy managed to spot me, and may have saved you life had I been a real assassin" the commander said. "Sir, I... I can explain" the guard said feverishly. "No, you can't, because you are dead" the commander said. "Head back to the barracks, and find a suitable replacement for your post. Perhaps you'd be better off cleaning the guards chamber pots than defending the great Emperor" the commander stoutly said. "Yes, I mean, YES SIR!" the guard replied, and ran off. "I wish all our guards had eagle eyes like you boy" the commander said to me. "Thank you sir" I say. As I leave the commander to tend the post, I can see the replacement guard running over from the barracks.
2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade,surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armedwith leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
"You there!" I shout out across the clearing. The two bandits stop what they are doing and slowly turn their heads. "Wot do we ave here?" they say while pulling out their axes. "Leave that man alone!" I protest while making my march down the clearing toward the cottage. At this point my mind is screaming at me "what in the bloody Nether are you doing? You can't fight these men!" But I know I must do something, lest this poor man face the same fate as my parents to these bandits. "Ye bettar turn around boy, an go back the wey ye came, unless ye lookin' for some iron in ye belly" one bandit said, with a voice that sounded rabid wolf speaking man's tongue. "This is my final warning, leave this man in peace" I said, while placing my hand on the handle of my longsword. "Or wot, boy? ye think ye take us on?" one bandit said while laughing. I can see the old man start to stand up with his small blade. "There's a reason I only wear leather armor" I said with a maniacal look on my face "An why is that?" the other bandit questioned. "You see, it's made of the skin of my foes!" I shouted demonically. Just then, the old man dug his blade into the neck of the rabid wolf. Startled, the other bandit made a run for it. "If you ever come back, I'll make you into a nice pair of boots!" I screamed as he ran off. The old man pulled his small blade from the bandit's neck and asked "All that business of skinning your foes. That's nonsense, right?" "Of course" I assured the man. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Quite" he said out of breath from his strike. "This man has been robbing me for the past ten years. I'm glad he's dead, and I don't think the other one will come back after your little show" he said. "Well, I had better get my bounty for this bandit from the guards" the old man said smiling "I can finally get my Minas back." We departed ways.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. Heis willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling,items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer:
"Good day, sir" I say to the merchant. "Good day" he replies. As I look around his stall, I notice he has no seeds for sale. "Hmm... I will be in need of some seeds. You see, I a new to Anthos and would like to start a little garden by my home" I say. "Well then, I'm the man for you!" he says in excitement. "Havin' a bit of a sale, I am" he says as he shuffles for a small box under the counter. "Oh?" I say in curiosity "Indeed!" he says as he blows the dust off and opens the box. He pulls out three tiny bags from the little box "there ye are ma boy" he says as he hands me the dirty bags. "They're pumpkin, melon, an wheat seeds, everythin' ye need to start yer own little garden." he says with a smile on his face. "So how much for the seeds then?" I ask. "Well, let's see" he says. "100 Minas", "100 Minas?!" I ask in confusion. "I can buy this melon and pumpkin you are selling here for just a few, and get the seeds I want out of them" I say. "Ah, yer a smart one, ain't ye? How about I throw in this fine iron hoe for that very same price and ye keep yer voice down?" he says. "Well, that and a carrot for the road?" I ask, knowing I can plant that to make more. "Hrm, deal" he says. "Thank you sir, I will most certainly be back in the future." We shake hands, and I go on my way.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: frozenbLoB
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have had experience with GTA SAMP RP server before.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I searched, "Best RP Servers" on Google and this server came up. It looked interesting so I watched some videos about it, read the wiki and I was hooked.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will shortly after posting this.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, defintiely.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Creating your very own character and playing as him/her as if you were that character. By making decisions that your character would make if he/she were real.
Meta-gaming: Using information that you received out of character and using it to gain an advantage in character.
Power-emoting: Emoting actions that cannot be prevented by another person. Eg: *Charles gripped his long sword tightly, pulling it back, and stabbed Ian sharply in the chest, killing him instantly.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Artemis Lockett
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Artemis was born to a family that was settled in Ager. His father, Darius, worked as a farmer, harvesting the wheat and selling it to people across the village, and sometimes even in the big city of Arethor. His mother, Athena, worked as a farmer alongside Darius. Although, Athena had a secret she only shared with her family. Late at night, she disguised herself to look like a man, and went out hunting, because it was illegal for any women to do any sort of hunting. She was exceptional with a bow, hitting the preferred target 9/10 times. Athena then sold part of her game, and kept the other part to feed her family.
When Artemis turned 8, his mother took him out to an empty field. She set up wooden posts with old signs propped up on them around the area. "Artemis, today you are going to learn how to wield a bow and arrow," Athena said, "This skill will be crucial to your survival Artemis. People will try to hurt you, and you must know how to defend yourself."
"I don't know mother." Artemis gulped with fear.
"Don't worry my dear, you won't get hurt one bit," Athena then held out a rather new looking long-bow with a sturdy structure, "Here Artemis, take this bow and pick up the arrows on the ground. Try taking a shot."
"O-Okay, mother." Artemis nervously grasped the bow with his right hand, picked up one arrow and attempted to put it in backwards. The arrow pushed against the wood for a moment, making a slight chip in the structure, and at that moment Artemis was fully aware of what he had done. He dropped the arrow straight away and it plopped onto the soft grass. The little child look up at his mother with big, fearful eyes. "I-I-I'm so sorry mother..." I ruined your bow.." Artemis looked down at the ground with worry. "Oh no my dear. That bow was meant to be yours!" Athena picked up the arrow and handed it back to Artemis, "Here, try one more time. But this time, put it in the other way."
Artemis nodded, and held the arrow in front of the bow. He pushed the back against the string and pulled as hard as he could. Artemis felt a sensation he never felt before. As he let go, time seemed to be slowing down for him. He could see the arrow whipping through the cold air like a fighter jet going full speed. As the arrow flew closer and closer to the target, Artemis' skin tingled with joy. A split second later the sound of an arrow hitting wood spread around his ears like wildfire. Artemis squinted with nervousness as he made out the long, slender arrow shape. It had hit just next to the center! The little boy cheered with joy inside his mind, but just turned around and smiled at his mother. Athena smiled back, she knew he was a natural from the start.
8 more years passed and Artemis continued to take lessons from his mother. Now at the age of 16 Artemis was almost, if not better than Athena. He had partaken in seven tournaments and won 4 of them. Artemis also grew stronger, now having a moderately built body and sturdy muscles. One night there was banging on the house door. "Where is Darius!" A booming voice shouted. Athena and Darius swiftly went down the stairs and opened the door, Artemis was still asleep. Outside was a heavily built man, he was holding a heavy-looking iron axe and had a menacing white mustache.
"What do you want?" Athena said.
"Shut up lady! Darius, your coming with me you filthy mongrel." The scary man grabbed hold of Darius and pushed two fingers behind his ear, knocking him out cold.
"No!!! Darius!" Athena screamed like a baby who just got his candy taken away. The man with the mustache quickly reacted by shoving her into her own house, slamming the door, and got into his carriage. Athena cried loudly inside her house. "What's wrong mother?" Artemis crept down the stairs with a worried look. "Th-they took him away Arty!" Athena sobbed loudly.
"Took who away? What happened?" But Artemis knew what happened, just didn't know why. The young man started crying next to his mother. Tears flowing down his face like chaotic rivers. He didn't have the energy to ask why his father was just taken away.
Now Artemis is 18 years old. He left his village 2 months ago and is now travelling to the capital city of the Holy Oren Empire, Arethor. Artemis still never found answers to what happened to his father, but has a feeling he will find out soon.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To find out where his father went, and what happened. Artemis also wants to set up a small shop selling food and weapons. He wants to also make some new friends and go on a lifelong adventure.
Personality:[/b] Artemis is a very friendly man. He gets along quite well with people, and is one heck of a lady charmer. He can get selfish at times but is striving to fix the bad habit. Artemis is sometimes introverted. Choosing not to answer questions that he feels are to personal. Like about his father, and mother.
Skills:[/b] Artemis is fantastic with a bow and carries one with him at all time. He is mediocre at using small blades and swords, but strikingly terrible at using heavy weaponry like axes and some swords.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Artemis wears a hood that resembles a wolf. His mother made it for him the day he left the village saying, "This hood will offer you protection, and most importantly remind you that I will always love you my dear." So to this day Artemis never took it off. Except for baths of course! Artemis also has distinguishable muscles that could intimidate some people, but impress others.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
[i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what doyou do?[/b]
Answer: I don't want to be in any trouble so I slowly walk across to the guards and whisper in their ear, "Hey, I think that person over there is up to no good. Would you mind checking up on him?" The guards nod while staring curiously at the dark-clothed figure. They run across and I simply walk away, happy that I probably prevented something bad from happening.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I hide behind a large rock close by and consider my chances. If I just walk away than that poor old man could lose everything. If I confront the bandits than I have a chance of dying as I am poor at using long swords. I decide to take the evil men on, because that is what my mother would do. I stealthily creep up behind one of the guards and quickly wrap my left arm around his bulky neck and push two of my fingers into the spot behind his right ear. This knocks him unconscious and he plops to the ground next to the other bandit. He turns around with a face full of fear until he sees me with my leather armor and iron long sword. The bandit just laughs and attempts to decapitate my head by swinging his sword heavily with his left hand. I quickly duck, the blade barely touched my hood. I swing my long sword as hard as I can at his legs and he crumbles to the ground.
The old man is looking at me with a face full of relief. "Thank you very much young man. Here take this." He holds out a handful of minas.
"Oh no, I couldn't. But thank you." I respectfully reply and walk on my way.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: I walk by the stall to get a closer look at his stall. I quickly spot a clump of about 20 arrows tipped with iron. "How much for these arrows my good sir?" I politely say.
"Well since you're so respectful I'll sell these to you for 20 minas." He replies.
"Make it 10."
"Oh. Well, not so respectful now are we? Haha, just kidding ya'. How about 15 young man?"
"Deal." I say while handing over the 20 minas, and grab the clump of 20 arrows.
[b]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] DragonWizard37
[b]How old are you?:[/b] 14
[b]Time-Zone:[/b] US Eastern Time
[b]Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:[/b] Yes
[b]What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:[/b] None.
[b]How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:[/b] On a top ten MineCraft server list.
[b]Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:[/b]
http://www.lordofthe...6-human-aureus/
http://www.lordofthe...2-human-aureus/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88145-human-aureus-third-application/
[b]Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):[/b] Yes
[b]Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:[/b] Yes.
Definitions
[b]In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:[/b]
[b]Role-playing:[/b] Acting, moving, and talking like a character you are acting as without breaking out of your role as the character. Meaning that when you roleplay a character, when you talk, you talk as them, when you move, you move as them. You are completely immersed in that character.
[b]Meta-gaming:[/b] Using resources outside the game to give the player an advantage in the game. For example, you have read about a character in a roleplaying game, but you have not met him before. When you do meet him, you know more about him and can assume things about him, despite him not knowing anything about you.
[b]Power-emoting:[/b] Unfairly saying something in roleplay that drastically changes the game beyond others' control. For example, one player says in front of player 2, "A rock falls on player 2 and kills him."
[b]In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name:[/b] Aureus Natron
[b]Current Age:[/b] 37
[b]Sub-race (if any):[/b] None
[b]Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b] Aureus was born in the Holy Oren Empire with sailors as parents. At 4 years old, his parents left the Holy Oren Empire and planned to sail around the world. On the ship they traveled on, his parents gave him an education and the experience of the many places around Anthos. They also taught him how to fight with a sword in case he ever got into trouble.
But one day when Aureus was 15 years old, the ship was passing through The War Uzg. A group of Orcs walking by the shore attacked the ship by throwing flaming spears and shooting flaming arrows. Aureus and his family got away by rowing the ship away from shore, but the ship was badly damaged. It caught on fire in the attack and was partially burned up.
Aureus and his parents knew that the ship would soon sink if they didn't get help. Since they were bordering the most southwestern part of The War Uzg, they decided to go the long way around Anthos because they knew they could be attacked again by Orcs if they traveled on the border of The War Uzg.
When the ship was bordering the Empire of Urguan, Aureus and his parents needed food soon because their supply was running out. They stopped at the snowy Empire of Urguan and traveled inland. They found a bag lying in the snow filled with food. His family started gathering food from it since it looked like it belonged to no one, but in the middle of their scavenge a group of Dwarves approached them.
The Dwarves called them intruders and thieves so the Dwarves attacked. Aureus' parents told him to run, and so Aureus did as he was told after hesitation of leaving them. One of the Dwarves followed him and soon caught up to him. The dwarf was a strong warrior that looked to have some experience., but Aureus still fought and did not surrender. He took a stick off the ground and fought with it against the Dwarve's sword. He hit the Dwarve on the head and knocked him out. Aureus got back to shore and climbed aboard the ship.
All by himself, he rode the ship north until he reached the Holy Princedom of Malinor. His ship was about to sink when a ship filled with Elves came riding out onto the waters. They offered to help him because he looked injured and hungry, and Aureus accepted. The Elves fixed his ship and got Aureus back to good health, which gave him great respect for the Elves.
Aureus finally returned to the Holy Oren Empire and saw that his family hadn't returned. He then spend the next 22 years adventuring around Anthos, not wanting to end his times of adventure he had at seas.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To settle in a house in the Holy Oren Empire and venture into unknown lands.[/b]
Personality: Adventurous, brave, and a little vengeful because of his traumatic experiences long ago.[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b] Sword fighting (learned from fighting the Dwarves), navigating (from traveling for most of his life).[/b]
[b]Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] He has brown hair and a beard and has green eyes. He wears simple clothing that is good for adventuring. Picture: http://oi44.tinypic.com/9t03lt.jpg[/b]
[b]Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] No[/b]
Open-Response-Questions
[b]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/b]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up the the clothed figure and asks "What is your business here?"
He does not answer and instead runs off. Aureus shouts off to the guards, "A clothed figure is running from me! He looks to be up to no good!"
They follow the figure and with Aureus's help, catch him after running through the streets. One guard asks who he is, and the clothed figure finally answers slyly, "I just wanted to meet the Emperor. He is on the streets meeting with others today, after all."
The guards accept this answer and go back to their duties, but Aureus follows the figure in secret just to be sure. The Emperor is outside the palace talking with the people of the city. Aureus sees the dark figure lurk behind the Emperor and reach for a sword. Aureus shouts, "Watch out, Emperor! Look behind you!"
The Emperor turns around and gets out of the figure's way. The clothed person drops his sword in defeat and the guards come and take him to the dungeon and thank Aureus for his help.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up to the bandits and asks, "What are you doing to this poor man?"
One bandit points a sword at Aureus and says, "Leave us alone and mind your own business."
Aureus warns, "I am skilled in combat. It would not be wise of you to engage in fighting me," despite him knowing he didn't stand a chance against both of them.
The bandits don't back down, so Aureus hits each of them and says to the old man, "Follow me!"
They travel through the forest with the bandits chasing them, and then come to a village filled with people that can outmatch the bandits together, so the bandits stop following.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggleand choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: Aureus walks up to the stall and asks, "What do you sell here?"
"Building materials and fighting supplies."
"Well, since I need to build a house, I'd like building supplies. Do you have a stack of wood?"
"Yes. Name your price."
"Could I have it for 20 Minas?"
"That's a little too much. How about 25?"
"I'll take them for 23."
"Okay. Here you are."
The old man hands the wood to Aureus. "Can I have some cobblestone as well?"
"Yes, we have that. How much?"
"Half a stack please. And I'd like that for 12 Minas."
"That seems acceptable."
He hands the cobble to Aureus. "Thank you," Aureus says before leaving with his supplies.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name:
LMaverick
How old are you?:
18.
Time-Zone:
Eastern Daylight Time.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:
Yes, yes, and yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
I roleplayed on a forum for a very long time in about 2008, after that I took a short break and tried my hand at roleplaying on World of Warcraft.
How did you hear about The Lord of the Craft?:
I found it on my own accord while searching for a good roleplaying server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Yes.
Have you read the Elven Lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:
Yes, and yes.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: Assuming a role, be it fictional or real, to act out.
Meta-gaming: To use external knowledge of something to gain personal advantage in a game or roleplay.
Power-emoting: To force actions onto another player, without their previous consent. ((In World of Warcraft I believe this was commonly hand-in-hand with godmodding?))
In-Character Information
Complete the following biography on your character:
((I was having a very difficult time coming up with a name. If this as a name is unacceptable I will think of something else.))
Full Name: Rhoslyn(Rho) Kitanil
Current Age: 19
Sub-Race: Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major events, etc. 2+ Paragraphs long):
Rhosyln was born into a family of little notability. Her father, a wood elf who a taught her archery at young age, was a hunter and selled meat and skins for a living. Her mother, a wood elf as well from what she can remember, was a baker. She and her family lived in a small cottage built by her father deep in forests some few miles off from the High Elven city of Lin'evaral. Why her family chose to settle there was never disclosed.
While her childhood was relatively uneventful and, frankly, boring, one thing that stands out in her memory was her mother dying of illness, presumably Grish, though how she contracted it in the first place remains a mystery, before Rhosyln turned twelve, which left her father to raise their only daughter. Not much else happened in her younger years. She continued to hone her archery skills, eventually becoming quite good, and later on learning baking from what her mother had left behind.
She left home when she turned eighteen, on good terms, and unlike many, she harbors no bitterness as an aftermath of her mother's death. Even as the subject will sadden her, she remains virtually indifferent, wishing only to live the rest of her life without burden.
Ambitions for the future:
Rhoslyn hopes to one day perfect her marksmanship, perhaps pick up a few more skills and one day, in the distant future settle down with a family.
Personality:
Taking mostly after her father, she is blunt, fairly shy and tends to have a cold disposition until you get her to open up. From that point she is friendly, or at least as friendly as she can bear to be, short-tempered and fairly easy to amuse. She's a very concentrated young woman and tends to overthink things, sometimes becoming confused as a result of these two attributes. She's not the most generous, and is always trying to improve her charismatic properties.
Skills:
She is highly skilled at archery, always completely concentrated when aiming at a target. Her baking is not nearly as prominent, but it's gotten her by. She's has good hearing which makes her more perceptive to the things around her, and she is quite quick and well-balanced.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Despite her wood elven roots, her skin is much fairer than that of others. She was not born brunette, but as she grew it darkened. Her eyes are a light jade color, her right eye usually covered by hair, regardless of how much it annoys her. Her ears are long, but not protruding past the top of her head, though they are usually covered by her hood, along with most of her incredibly long hair. She is.. maybe about 5'1".
Her bow was custom made for her by a friend of her father, the ancient Elven word 'Meracahe' carved delicately into the handle.
She is severely allergic to mushrooms, and only slightly intolerant to pumpkin.
Has an impressive singing voice, though she doesn't know many songs.
Tends to act rashly when angered.
Open Response Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
1. As you walk through the deep forest* you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older Elves are mocking a small Elven child. How do you react?
Answer:
Rhoslyn, upon discovering this scene, sneered toward the group. She noticed she was still hidden and so, realizing she had her bow in hand, crouched down and pulled an arrow from her quiver and drew her bow, aiming carefully for the ground just next to one of the Elves' feet. The arrow lands a bit off than what she calculated, but there was no harm done and she got the reaction she was anticipating; shock. She stood up straight and made herself visible as the group of Elves turned to face her. She didn't recognize any of them, nor did she care to. With her bow still in hand, she spoke. "Picking on a small child, are we?" She began, chuckling quietly and shaking her head. "That's pretty pathetic. Why is it you're bothering him?" She finished, stepping closer to the group confidently.
"It's none of your business, is it? Nobody was talkin' to you." One of the bigger elves countered. Rhoslyn groaned in annoyance. Dense, just as she thought. "Well, it is now, and now you are talking to me. Move aside or I'll yell for guards." She grumbled, placing her open hand on her hip expectantly. The anger in her face rose as they stood there with these stupid looks on their faces. With a small roll of her shoulders she drew her bow once more, aiming it this time at the head of the largest Elf standing in the center. Her face was expressionless but her voice harbored a large amount of repressed rage. "Guards don't seem to scare you, so scatter or I let this one go." She said, her voice growing louder at the end.
With fear apparent in all of their faces they bolted in each direction, which triggered a hefty sigh of relief on Rhoslyn's part. She put her arrow back in its quiver, greeting the child. "You hurt?" She asked, to which he shook his head. "Alright. Go home then." She urged, motioning at the child dismissively.
2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
Answer:
Rhoslyn jumps back a little in surprise of the man falling, swiftly crouching down and helping the man to his feet after checking for a pulse, retrieving him his walking stick before gathering up the coins and stuffing them into the remnants of the pouch, holding them back out to him. "Are you alright, sir? Did you break anything?" She inquires, looking him over for any distorted bones or obvious wounds. "No, no, I'm quite alright. You keep that gold, young lady. When you get to be my age, gold doesn't matter too much. Thank you for helping me." He smiled kindly at her, to which Rhoslyn graciously bowed in thanks for the gold, slowly backing off and continuing on her way.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer:
"Young lady!" A voice calls, grabbing Rhoslyn's attention as she follows the sound to a strangely placed colorful carravan. "I'll be willin' ta sell you just about anythin' for a price! Come on o'er!" The odd little man calls to her. Reluctantly Rhoslyn stepped closer, browsing the selection of wares on display. Just about anything? There's hardly anything here, she thinks, until she spots a dark leather cuirass with a sort of harness around it, atop it laying a dark hood of the same material. As she points to the set, and it is brought over, she spots a large set of the same kind of arrows she uses. She also motions toward these. "Now, missy, what would ya pay for these fine pieces of craftsmanship?" After pondering for some moments, she decides. "240 Minas." She declares, nodding her head in confirmation. The man looks slightly aghast, shaking his head sharply. "No, no, no, no, no. Tha' will not do. 500." He negotiates, drawing a sigh from Rhoslyn. "260 minas, not a coin more." The man continues negotiating, which seems to only aggravate Rhoslyn more. "200 Minas. Take it or leave it, I doubt you'll be getting any business after me all the way out here, anyway." She grumbles, her face a little distorted with annoyance. This causes the man to throw his arms up in the air with a hefty sigh, crossing them back over his chest. "Fine. But don't bother coming back." He submits, his voice nearly a shout. Rhoslyn smirks in response, throwing a small bag of coins onto the counter and collecting her prizes. "Wasn't planning to." She says, pulling the cuirass over her thick shirt and throwing the hood on, giving a halfhearted wave as she walked away.
((I do hope you take my application into consideration. I've been sitting in front of my computer for some six and a half hours thinking it out.))
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: RetsuWolf
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Central Time Zone (US)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None in Minecraft Servers. Only in video games such as Fallout 3.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: CaptainSheepy, formerly known as sionthesheep, who plays on this server told me about it on enjin.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None. This is my first time.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I have read the Dwarven lore and I will be certain to use it in my biography in some ways.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Playing as a different character who is usually on a long quest.
Meta-gaming: Game that uses more information than just what is provided to vary the players decisions.
Power-emoting: Using fake emotions to gain more power or control over someone.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Yedvric Lagor
Current Age: 54
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any): No but I intend to join a pre-existing clan on the server if I am accepted.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Yedvric Lagor was born to a loving father and mother. In his early life Yedvric his mother had taught him more table manners and polite traits than any dwarf could dream of. His father had taught him how to act towards aggressive people and how to save himself from becoming a drunken dwarf like his father used to be. He taught him many different combat skills needed to survive while in battle against the hated orcs. Yedvric was taught to hate orcs and long for their death. The family didn't have much money so he was forced to help his father mine to sell the jewels that were found and to chop wood for fires every night. All this time spent alone in the forest cutting trees and in the mine collecting jewels had made him love animals more than most people. He would never tell anyone but he secretly wished that everyone, even the orcs and dwarves, would get along.
As years rolled on his father eventually died in the mines from a large gravel pit which had broken a weak spot in the cave he had been in. His mother went into a great deppression and one day when Yedvric woke up she was gone. There was a note saying she had headed east in search of a wizard who could cure her from her mournfulness. He later found out that she had been hunted down by a pack of orcs who had smelled her as she went by. This had given him his pure hatred for orcs and hardened any soft spots in his heart. He no longer wished that orcs and dwarves could live in peace together. He had a wish to find those orcs and slay them just as they did his mother.
Ambitions for the Future: Create the great underground city of Yedvric.
Personality: Curiosity usually gets the best of him. If there is something shiny than he wants it. He doesn't have any family left and will seek the ores that the ground has to offer over any woman. He likes to watch sunsets on the highest mountains and prefers animals over most humans.
Skills: Climbing mountains, has a keen eyesight, it had been said to him that he would make a great thief. Though he would never admit, he secretly agrees. Hand to hand combat is one of his mastered skills.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): His hair is red and he likes to grow his beard very long. His pants are of worn leather and his shirt is a very ragged blue. He has big eyebrows and elfish looking ears. One large stripe of red hair goes from his forehead, through the middle of the top of his head, and down the middle of the back of his head. He has a lighter skin tone, as most Mountain Dwarves do.
Screenshots:
Front: http://25.media.tumblr.com/186296a3dd28f0a348e43bdec3e3ed0d/tumblr_mn0u91WYw41s9pcq9o1_400.png
Back: http://25.media.tumblr.com/ab5c6dfa414bb255d9aac43e5d98f6f3/tumblr_mn0u91WYw41s9pcq9o2_400.png
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Beacause of his father's death by gravel Yedvric will never step foot in a cave with gravel above it. He often dreams of how his would be if she hadn't died.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As I was deep in the caverns of Kalos I had spotted a deposit of diamonds shimmering in the light of my torch. As I searched for a way to get accross the ravine to the deposit I noticed a small bridge of rock and stone. I knew the bridge would be too small and unstable to hold a muscular keg pounding dwarf like me. Even just the thought hurts but I knew that I had to let go and act like I never saw those diamonds.
[b]2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: As I was drinking my first pint of ale after a long day of mining I notice a small boy sitting next to me crying.
"And what is the matter now young man?" I asked the little boy.
"I broke one of the local barter's prized vases while playing with a toy father has made." The boy says while still sniffling.
"Does he know it was you who broke the vase?" I ask.
"I don't think so but father tells me that he has secret men who survey the scene to make sure nobody is stealing from the barter" the boy says in a scared voice.
"Well why don't we go find the barter and tell him about this incident. Perhaps he will let you work for him to pay off the price of the vase" I say while getting up.
I then notice two shady looking men in the corner getting up and walking towards us. One has a small dagger. He begins to approach the young dwarf. This is not the first time I have encountered someone with a dagger. I am experienced in the art of hand to hand combat and know I can protect the boy.
"What do you want dwarf!" I shout at the man with the dagger.
"That young child has broken my bosses vase and I must take him to the king to be thrown in the dungeon at once!" The man says back to me stearnly.
"I am taking this child to the barter so he can work off the damages causes" I say back to the man.
"Fine I will let you go this once, but you better choose your moves wisely next time young man! Or it will be the dungeons for you!"
I don't want to cause a scene so I tell the boy to follow me as we make our way to the barter.
[b]3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: It surprises me to see a dwarf this far down in the caverns who has managed to sustain enough ale to share with others. I have been wandering through these caves for quite a while and have built up a strong thirst for some ale.
"Well hello there Ulgrau! You are just the person I wanted to see after so long in the mine!" I say to the bar owner.
"Ahh Yedvric, a regular customer. How about another pint of ale to calm quench your thirst?" He says as he hands over a pint of ale.
"Well these mines are no place for a drunken dwarf like you. Why don't you get back to serving those other customers of yours" I say while drinking my pint.
"I suppose I should be on my way back. I don't want to pass out in these caverns" He says.
We wave goodbye as he sets off back up the caverns and I get back to my usual mining.